#the only good person left is that one kid who made videos about pretending to be president and like maybe Hozier

[pinkeos]

Dad!Aventurine Headcanons

Warning/s: None and reader's gender isn't mentioned, whether the child is adopted or your own is up to you

Notes: I wish I had a dad🧍 /j

im fully convinced aventurine is a girl dad and it's hard to convince me otherwise

with his job, dad!aven couldn't spend that much time with his little girl as much as he wanted, the days where he wasn't needed to leave for different planets were far and between

and when he leaves, it takes weeks to months before he comes home despite trying his very best to finish his assignment quickly so, even though he knows it won't exactly be comparable to his presence in his daughter’s life, he sends gifts and toys. whatever she wanted, he’d give it to her

dad!aven would often call you when he's away, face timing to see and talk to you and your daughter. it'd send a pang of guilt and pain in his heart to see the frown and the tears she held back whenever he said he wouldn't be home yet

he’d be the type to rewatch the videos you’d send of you and your kid just enjoying your days whenever he misses you both, a smile on his face as he grows more determined to finish his work to come home to you

he loves his family, and treats you two as his most precious treasures, more precious than anything else in the galaxy. you’re the only ones he has left, after all. he thought his luck had ran out when you and your daughter entered his life, because he couldn't get any luckier

but whenever the man’s home, oh boy does the house get so lively

dad!aven would go along with his daughter’s wishes, doing whatever she wanted so you often had to help your husband wipe the thick make up off of his face that your daughter applied on him when they played

you remember walking in on them having a pretend tea party where they gossiped about the other ‘guests’ which were her plushies, he looked like he was enjoying it more than your daughter

they'd make bracelets together, and he'd proudly wear the bracelet his daughter made for him even though the colors didn't really look that good together or with his outfit. in his eyes, it was perfect and he'd bring it up to whoever he was talking to at work even though no one asked

dad!aven would be the type to sneak sweets for your daughter even though you told him not to because dinner was almost done, he was a victim to your daughter’s puppy eyes and pout

he once spent a day out to bond with his daughter, insisting you go and rest and have some you time while he takes care of your daughter. you later found out he took her to the casino, and the way you scolded their ears off after made him remind himself not to do it again

dad!aven was an entirely different person than the aventurine of the ten stonehearts. he was but a loving father that treasured both you and his daughter

“daddy, move! you’re heavy!” your daughter whined as she tried to push her father who was leaning against her on the couch as they waited for you to finish preparing for the day out

aventurine dramatically gasped, looking down at his daughter with a faux offended look, “do you not want my love and affection anymore?”

the child, who genuinely thought she hurt her father's feelings, stammered, “n-no!”

“‘no’?” he echoed, his acting skills quite helpful when teasing his little girl as he looked away, sniffing as if he was actually crying

“i-i mean!” she stood on the couch, wrapping her short arms around his shoulders, “i still want daddy’s hugs! even when im older! i don't want you to leave again!”

his teasing might've gotten a bit too far when she began to sob, aventurine internally panicked as he embraced her, rubbing her back, “hey now, daddy was just teasing.”

“why is our little girl crying, kakavasha?”

the moment he heard your voice, he knew he was done for

[thetepes]

so gen question i hope doenst come across as offensive, but in your bio you say you dont like how the topic of lily is discussed and thats why you made ur blog. but it seems like you're agreeing with the other blogs in the lily-sphere uncritically. so which ones were you initially frustrated with, and what was the behavior you found so wrong in the first place?

I also think the lily hating has long since crossed over into lolcowing, to the extent that its very difficult to imagine real accountability is possible anymore. I agree with the stance you take in a lot of your posts, and then i see you reblogging and agreeing with the worst offenders in the lily sphere so like. have you changed your mind?

Look, I'm upset right now so excuse me if I'm terse, but I've REPEATEDLY and VERY LOUDLY admonished people for not giving a shit about her racism and homophobic bullshit.

I am extremely critical of who I reblog because there are plenty of people in this space who are just in it for the attention and bants, I've not been shy about that. I refuse to even follow people who post worthless shit.

I know you mean Sai, just say Sai. Sai has talked repeatedly about Lily's abuse of Courtney, Britt, in general, her trying to take away both her and Ant's channels, her racism, and her pedo inclinations. She might not cover it in totality on stream or in one big long video, but she doesn't shy from it. She's talked about it on stream.

She's also the only one of 3 people who checked on me behind the scenes after I was racially abused and purposefully triggered. She's also been one of Britt's loudest supporters.

I don't agree with her on a lot, I've openly not agreed with her on a lot. I've told her personally what I don't agree with her on. I've told her she can be out of pocket. She's one of those fun people you can go "Ayo, I disagree." and have a conversation with. There are some things she's just not going to budge on, donkey of a woman, and that's just fine with me.

And let's be fucking real, she's one of few in this space that takes the racism seriously. I've seen what people say. I know they only care until someone cries "You're not focusing on the important topics enough" then they call it "Lily being mean" because maybe six people in this space at most can handle confrontation and their ally ship only extends to the tip of their nose.

The media takes matter because that's where she shows her racism, xenophobia, homophobia, and pedophile inclinations the most. She couldn't even review hamtaro without making it weird with adding incest and sexualizing a literal baby hamster. Going over the media takes shouldn't be the main focus, but it serves a very good purpose.

My aim on here was to talk about her racism. It matters. Even if it's just me screaming about it in this godforsaken space, it matters. I'm tired of racism being given a free pass because it's progressive to hate asians and fetishize anyone darker than tea stain on teeth. I'm tired, as a CSA survivor, of the shit she's made like The MLP pedophile rape game getting a free pass.

I'm tired of people like you pretending none of this matters anymore because there was no big Lily left the internet blow up. That's not how things work most of the time, sorry. People like her and Birdie and Patricia and any of the other people I've mentioned on here don't take accountability and the police don't give a shit about online crimes most of the time. I'd know, I was blamed by them for being groomed as a kid and told I wanted it because I went in those spaces.

All we can do is keep pointing it out, supporting victims, and raising awareness of not just Lily, but other people like her that just will not face the justice their victims deserve while trying to mitigate harm. If you don't want to be a part of that, fine. Harm reduction is work and it's work you will not be acknowledged for. My advice is curate your experience like an adult. That's the healthiest and happiest way to live your life online and off.

So no, I've not changed my mind.

[magicalmysteries777]

"You're clueless, you know that?" - Reader x Eddie Munson & Reader x Steve Harrington (fake)

Summary: You agree to accompany Steve to Enzo's for Valentine's Day with only one shared goal in mind - to make Eddie so jealous he has no choice but to have the one conversation he's being avoiding.

Pairings: F!Reader x Steve Harrington & F!Reader x Eddie Munson.

Chapter: 1 of 1.

W/C: 2314.

A/N: Happy Valentines Day, besties! This trope paired with Steve and Eddie has had me in a chokehold for a while now and I'm so happy that the lil ADHD gremlin in my brain has finally let me write the damn thing. <3

This one-shot can also be found on AO3 here.

“You really think that’ll work? Pretending to go on a date with you?” you asked, leaning against the counter at Family Video.

“It better work. Personally, I’m sick of hearing you pine over him. He’s had a thing for you ever since you joined Hellfire but he’s completely clueless when it comes to all the hints you’ve dropped,” Robin chimed in without looking up from the ‘returns’ pile of videotapes she was sorting through.

Clueless didn’t even begin to cut it.

You’d known about Eddie’s crush on you for months now, ever since Dustin slipped up and spilled the beans at lunch one day. The poor kid made you swear on your own life that you wouldn’t tell Eddie you knew.

True to your word, you kept the secret and began dropping hints instead. Eddie couldn’t read the room to save his life.

Any time you caught him staring, he’d break eye contact before you could smile back at him. Any time your hands accidentally touched, he’d move his hand away and play it off if you didn’t keep your hand perfectly still.

“I think it’s perfect,” Steve smiled. “There’s nothing like a bit of jealously to make you realise what you want.”

“I dunno,” you mumbled, chewing your cheek while you weighed up your options.

“When he sees you all dolled up, thinking it’s for me, the dots will connect. Trust me.”

“Fine, I’ll find out when he’s working.”

-

Steve’s plan had been in the back of your mind the whole time you’d been sitting around the table with your fellow Hellfire members. It was a long game of highs and lows all night. Despite the distraction, you’d manage to come out of the battle victorious with a mere five health points left. The party, albeit a little bruised and battered, was one step closer to defeating Myrkul and Eddie was in a good mood.

It took the usual fifteen minutes to pack up Eddie’s maps, dice, tokens, and other various game pieces before you climbed into the passenger side of his van. “Sorry for the mess,” Eddie apologised.

“You say that every week and yet you never clean it.”

“I do, it just gets messy again,” he smirked.

You were halfway home when you glanced over at Eddie. His hair was frizzy, sticking up in places from all the near misses in battle where he’d had his hands running through it. The rings on his left hand were glowing gently from the reflection of his lit cigarette as he used it to control the steering wheel. His right hand was methodically fiddling with the busted cassette player that he’d been meaning to fix for months. As always when Eddie was concentrating, his tongue was sticking out and resting against his top lip.

“Got it!” he exclaimed as Rainbow in the Dark started blasting from the speaker, a huge grin spread across his face.

“When are you going to buy a new one?” you chuckled, prodding at the battered box.

“Stop touching it,” he slapped your hand away. “It’ll start crackling again. I’ve picked up some overtime next weekend, I’m hoping the gents will be tipping big to impress their dates.”

“No Valentine’s plan with anyone special then?”

“Nope, just work. Doubt there’s anyone out there who would want to spend their Valentine’s Day with the ‘Freak of Hawkins’ anyway.”

“You’d be surprised, some people like their men a little freaky.”

“What about you? Any plans?” he asked, the change in tone rather subtle.

For a moment, you weren’t sure if you were going to go through with the plan. Steve’s words echoed through your mind listed the pros and cons. ‘Trust me.’

“Yeah, I’ve got a date at Enzo's. At least I don’t have to worry about it going bad now if you’re working, you can come over and scare him off for me.”

“That’s great. Wow, a date. Um, yeah, I’ll fend him off for you if things go pear-shaped. Do I, uh, know the guy?” he stuttered.

“I don’t want to jinx it,” you answered, remembering Robin's claims that a little bit of mystery would be the key to the whole plan working.

“Of course,” Eddie agreed, a sarcastically dumb look plastered on his face. You couldn’t help but notice that this was exactly how he used to act when Dustin mentioned Steve. “Would you look at that? Here we are. Once again, dropped off in one piece, as requested.”

“You okay, Ed?” you ask, one eyebrow raised.

“Yep. Fine. Tired,” he mumbled through an unconvincing yawn. “Long game. I’m gonna go and, uh, get some sleep. Night.”

-

“And he said it exactly like that?” Steve asked.

“Yes, Steve, how many times do I have to go through it? He basically kicked me out of the van,” you answered.

“It’s definitely working.”

“Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent. Wait until he finds out it’s me, he’s gonna freak.”

“He might not react at all. Believe it or not, he is professional at work.”

“Bet on it?”

“Shut up.”

-

Eddie had been an asshole all week.

Jeff and Gareth got the worst of it. You, however, had been getting the silent treatment. It was Thursday lunchtime when Eddie finally acknowledged you again.

“So, what are your plans this weekend?” Dustin asked Mike.

“Movies with El then dinner, you?”

“Arcade with Will. What about you, Eddie?”

“Work and band, why?”

“It’s called small talk,” Dustin answered. “What is with you this week?”

“Nothing, I’m fine,” he snapped.

“Tell your face that, man,” added Jeff.

“Lay off it. Why don’t you ask her what she’s doing this weekend instead and leave me alone?” Eddie prompted, gesturing in your direction. He did not stick around to hear the answer, walking away dramatically.

“Well, what are you doing?” asked Dustin.

“I’ve got a date,” you answered quickly and quietly, sinking into your seat as a sense of guilt began to creep up on you.

“You what?!” asked Gareth.

“I said I’ve got a date.”

“Yeah, I heard you. The fuck do you mean you’ve got a date? With who?”

“Does it matter?” you ask asked.

“Evidently it does. I’ve been taking the brunt of his crap all week and you’re telling me it’s because you’re going on a date?”

“How was I supposed to know he’d react like this?” you quickly try to defend yourself.

“Are you blind?” Jeff asks.

“No, but he is. I’ve dropped hints. Lots of them. If he doesn’t want to acknowledge it then that’s on him.”

-

“Wow,” smiled Steve, looking you up and down. He took your hand, albeit rather dramatically, and began leading you to the car.

“Save it for the restaurant, you dingus. Does this look okay then?” you ask.

“The dress alone might kill him, never mind the heels and hair.”

Ten minutes later, Steve parked up outside Enzo's.

“When we get in there, sit with your back to the bar. You’re about to get the full Harrington charm, okay?” he asked.

“Got it.”

“Hi there, table for two under Harrington,” Steve told the hostess.

“Follow me.”

“Here we are,” the hostess said as she gestured to a small table. “Here are your menus, the waiter will be over to take your order shortly.”

“Thank you,” you replied, taking the seat that Steve had pulled out for you.

“So,” you began.

“So,” Steve replied with a grin.

“I’m not going to lie, Steve, I feel really awkward.”

“I can tell,” he responded. “Relax. We’re just two friends, dressed up, and having a nice meal. Loosen up a little and have fun, or this isn’t going to work.”

You tried to relax, really, you did. But you couldn’t help shake the feeling that Eddie was burning holes into the back of your head with his staring.

“Welcome to Enzo's, my name is Ruben and I’ll be your server this evening. Any drinks to start?”

“Sparkling water for me, and…” Steve prompted.

“Lemonade, please.”

“Awesome, I’ll get that put in at the bar for you. Any starters today?”

“Do you-” Steve began, turning his attention back to you.

“More of a dessert person,” you answer.

“Me too,” smiled Ruben. “What mains would you like?”

“Lasagne for me, please,” answered Steve.

“Chicken Alfredo, please.”

“Awesome. I’ll get all that put in for you, enjoy your evening.”

“Thank you, ‘preciate that,” Steve told him before he left the table.

After a couple of minutes of the usual “how was work?” and “how was school?” small talk, Steve’s gaze quickly shot behind you as he sat up a little bit straighter.

“Here’s your lemonade,” Eddie announced, placing the glass down in front of you.

“Thanks, Eddie. How’s your shift?” you asked with a smile.

“So-so. Started going downhill about twenty minutes ago,” he answered.

“Nothing worse than a shitty Friday shift,” Steve chimed in.

“Evening rush,” Eddie responded, unwilling to meet Steve’s gaze. “Everything okay over here?”

“Great, thank you,” you respond.

“Harrington,” Eddie muttered, placing Steve’s water in front of him with a little bit more force than he did the lemonade, before heading back to the bar.

“He won’t even look at me, this is working even better than I thought,” Steve chuckled.

-

One hour and one chicken alfredo later, Ruben returned.

“Well you two are looking cosy over here,” he told you. Steve had been giving you cues on how to sit and when to laugh all evening. “How about that dessert? I highly recommend the ‘brownie and ice cream for two.’ Chef special tonight.”

“Sounds perfect,” answered Steve.

“Alrighty, that’ll be about ten to fifteen minutes. Any more drinks?”

“The same again, please,” you answer.

A couple of minutes later, Steve gave another instruction.

“Rest your left arm on the table.”

“What?”

“Now.”

Steve let out a sudden laugh and adjusted himself in his seat. He placed his arm on the table, his fingertips slightly brushing against your own.

A loud crashing noise from behind you had heads rolling to see what was going on. Every pair of eyes in the restaurant landed on Eddie.

“Sorry folks,” he announced. Eddie quickly began picking up the larger shards of glass whilst another bartender brought over cloths and a broom.

“Hook, line, and sinker,” Steve whispered, loud enough for only you to hear.

-

You really were getting the full Harrington charm, as promised. Steve had been feeding you brownie on and off for ten minutes, his glancing over to Eddie quickly now and again.

“It’s almost time,” Steve whispered.

“Time for what?”

“The grand finale.”

Steve leaned in slightly and wiped the side of your mouth gently with his thumb. “Ice cream,” he smirked.

“Is that really necessary?”

“One hundred percent. On my cue, you’re going to excuse yourself to go to the bathroom,” he began.

“But-”

“If this whole fake date has gone to plan, which by the way has been lovely, then I do believe Munson won’t let you make it that far. Go now.”

As instructed, you excused yourself from the table and made your way towards the bathroom. Just as you got to the door you felt a hand close softly around your wrist.

“Hey, can we talk?” Eddie asked.

“Everything okay?”

“No, actually, it’s not,” he answered. Eddie glanced around before pulling you through a door labelled ‘staff only’.

“Eddie, wha-”

“You can’t date Steve.”

“I can date whoever I like Eddie,” you respond.

“Why him?” he asked, his hand still wrapped lightly around your wrist.

“Why not?”

“Because,” he began, pausing in thought. “Because he’s… he’s got a reputation. Surely you’ve heard all the rumours?”

“And we both know him well enough to know he’s not that person anymore,” you answer, your gaze locking with Eddie’s who, surprisingly, held it.

“You just can’t, please,” he pleaded.

“Give me a good enough reason as to why I shouldn’t go back out there and I won’t.”

Eddie stayed silent for a few moments, his big, brown eyes locked on yours. The small staff room became stuffy all of a sudden, the air so thick it felt like you could barely breathe. You held your ground, waiting for him to speak, but he didn’t. You stared back at Eddie, your eyes pleading with him to just say something. Anything.

You broke your gaze from Eddie’s and turned towards the door, ready to give up and go home. Eddie’s grip on your wrist tightened and he pulled you back towards him, using his free hand to cup your face as his lips met yours.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been there, Eddie kissing you, but it felt like forever. The tension in the air vanished, leaving you with a cozy feeling deep in your stomach, where the butterflies used to live. 

“You can do better than him. You deserve better than him. You deserve someone who knows that you take extra sugar in your coffee when you’re studying. Someone who knows that you’re a completely evil genius in the best way possible when it comes to D&D. Someone who knows you’d rather be in bed with a book at-” he glanced at his watch, “nine o’clock at night. Someone who apparently isn’t very good at making the first move.”

“You’re clueless, you know that?”

“I am?”

“Yeah,” you replied, leaning in to kiss him again.

If it wasn’t for Ruben who knows how long you would have stood there, entwined together, lost in the moment.

“Hey man, you heading home?” Eddie asked casually, placing a little distance between the two of you.

“I was, but turns out I’m staying late. Guy with the hair on table twelve tipped me a hundred bucks to finish your bar shift and fetch a fresh brownie out. Said you ‘owe him one’ and you can ‘square it up later’. Brownie will be out in five. Enjoy.”

[mr2swap]

Family therapy: A promising future.

-What do you think of “dad”? The first place medal again, aren't you proud of me?- After the flash of the photo I looked at his old and tired face, he barely made a small smile that seemed totally fake, I knew what was hidden behind his smile, only jealousy and bitterness, I was sure what was going through his mind right now:

“That should be me, you stole my youth, my life, my triumphs”

But I think deep down he knew that all of that was a lie, he wouldn't have been able to get to where his body is now if it wasn't for me his father, Before I took his life he was just a teenager slowly approaching failure.

-HEY! Let's take a picture with just the guy for the hall of fame

My Ex-wife Karol and my son Nathan walked away from me and The photographer started taking pictures of my perfect body, When I did a double bicep curl the camera flash focused completely on me, My son Nathan's face of defeat In my old body was just funny. Maybe at one point Nathan could have accomplished all of this on his own, but now he was just a sad, overweight old man.

-Congratulations… “Son”-

Before I was a retired man, I used to be a teacher and had seen hundreds of kids like my son Nathan, he started skipping a few classes, failing most of the tests, going to the infirmary in PE and then getting caught smoking pot with his friends behind school. I knew if I didn't do something drastic, what would be the end of my son Nathan frying French fries at McDonald's and living in a tiny apartment with his teenage sweetheart who is pregnant.

His mom and I were so sick of Nathan we started fighting, and it led to a divorce, the only thing I had left in my life was Nathan and I couldn't let that last one slip through my hands.

Since there was someone who could help me and that was my old boss and friend, Principal Morris, we had done this trick so many times to deal with the Bullies in the school, just swapping their bodies for a week with their victims would make them turn model students.

I called him and I found out my problem with my son, without asking him, he gave me the recipe for his secret elixir, the body swapping potion, it was enough for two people to drink a bit of that potion, and they would immediately be in each other's bodies, and that I did I poured some into my coffee and into Nathan's breakfast juice, he didn't even notice the taste he drank every drop of that juice until he started to feel the effects of the potion.

Just a little dizziness, A little sleep and a blink later Our souls traded places occupying each other's bodies. Nathan was so confused by the identical person in front of him that he ran off to his room like a madman, he didn't even realize his huge belly was bouncing up and down as he ran his little feet around his old room where I sleep now.

Meanwhile, I was left alone in the dining room admiring my new youth In the kitchen mirror, It felt good to be a teenager again Although there was a lot of work to be done, I ran my hands over my soft and weak arms, but I already had everything planned, he had even bought a membership to the gym that was close to Nathan's school.

When everything seemed calmer in Nathan's room, pretending totally that you didn't know what hadn't happened, I spent hours pretending that I was on the computer looking for my information on body switching and things like that so that Nathan wouldn't suspect that I had something. What to do with this

I tried to calm him down by telling him that he wouldn't have to worry about anything in my body, he could sit his ass on the sulfate all day Watching TV or playing his video games and no one would notice that he was really just a 15-year-old, meanwhile I would go to the school and would pretend to do it.

As the years passed I improved Nathan's life, in just one year Nathan's life improved, his grades were perfect, and all the dedication I put into Nathan's diet and gym paid off, Nathan's adolescent muscles reacted very well to protein powder and weight lifting.

I got rid of the good for nothing, my son's friends and started making new friends at the gym my Gym bros, It's great to be young again, making friends is so easy, especially when you look as big and handsome as me.

And while I was living My second life they need, he didn't seem to get used to his new life, he avoided leaving the house as much as possible, and he became grumpy, all he does is clean the house, go to the supermarket and spend all day insulting kids his age while playing online video games, He hates when I walk shirtless around the house demanding my hard horny muscles or when I pose for the pictures I post on my new Instagram, he was so upset that his life has improved so much that he refused to give me his social media passwords, but it's okay there's nothing to make me proud of old Nathan.

Maybe in a couple of years when Nathan learns what it's like to be an adult responsible for getting back into his body In the meantime I'll enjoy myself a little more being a teenager, maybe I'm ready for dating now, I've always wanted to try something new, and I can't stop From looking at all the hot guys in the gym, and they keep staring at me, I don't think Nathan will mind if I fuck a guy or two while I'm in his body.

Sup If you liked this story or any of my other stories you can take a look at my story archive by subscribing to my page on Ko-fi, there are a lot of stories that haven't been published here yet and that are too hot for Tumblr.

[dayluxe]

From childhood - Malachi Barton

¡ request are open !

pairing: Malachi Barton x fem!reader

summary: you and Malachi have always been friends, but after a sincere word you question their friendship and feelings for him

warnings: use of the translator, a bit long.

Author's notes: I don't know what the education system is like in the United States, sorry for some mistakes.

Your relationship with Malachi had begun about 7 years ago. you would be among the cast that would act in the movie 'Trapped in the Middle', of which he was obviously part as well. They were both about 10 years old, and he was the most outgoing and talkative kid you'd met at the time.

you, on the other hand, were quite, special, so to speak. The first time he spoke to you was to tell you that he liked the color of your hair, for you it was a rather strange compliment for being the first time you spoke to him. His praise remained just as 'strange', although you noticed something. He didn't praise nonsensical things, it was quite the opposite, he always praised the little details of you.

You were always in your bubble, since since you were little you were bad at socializing and this meant that you were always the girl who was left out of the groups of friends. Malachi realized this, despite his short 10 years. And whenever he saw you in a corner, looking at everyone like a lost puppy, he would go and talk to you about the most meaningless thing you'd ever hear. She once told you about how she ate cereal for a whole week, because she fought with her mother and was on 'strike' with her.

His anecdotes were always like that, comical and nonsensical. But that's what you liked about him, that he was a spontaneous and fun person. He didn't have the need to pretend or pretend to be someone he wasn't, that was his personality and whoever didn't like it didn't matter to him at all.

By the time the film finished filming you were still in touch, you often hung out with your parents, who also had a very good relationship with each other. Disney amusement parks were their forte, they loved to go together and ride all the possible attractions, in the end they ended up sweaty and hungry, but it was worth it. You brought thousands of little souvenirs from there, which you treasured very well.

you continued acting in different films or series, such as 'Acampados', in which Malachi also participated. your popularity increased in 2019, when you entered the world-famous 'Stranger Things' series. You did quite well in the series, and your character was accepted by the fans so you began to be more pointed out by people. Your circle of friends soon came to light, and this brought people to notice the friendship between you and Malachi.

Different photos and videos of the two of you were discovered by fans, who loved how you got along with each other. But obviously all the comments were not so harmless so to speak, and comments asking if you were something else were not long in coming. This caused interviewers to also start asking those types of questions, which for your taste were silly and meaningless.

The insinuations that you were 'something else' always existed. Since they were little, their parents made that kind of joke because of their closeness, and for both there was always only one answer: 'no, how disgusting'.

Although you always avoided accusations, they were not entirely 'false'. If it was true that Malachi was attractive to the human eye, the idea of seeing him with different eyes had not crossed your mind until they entered their adolescence.

You could say that Malachi had always seemed handsome to you, but both were changing. as well as their conversations, their physique and their personality. He had always been a rather outgoing and 'flirtatious' child, so to speak. But when he entered adolescence that aspect of his personality came to light.

While he had thousands of acquaintances and friends at school, you were just there. You were known for being 'Malachi's friend', the girls always tried to create a friendship with you, you gave them all confidence, at the end of it all you didn't want to be alone all the time. but then at parties you saw them leave with Malachi, with the excuse that they were coming back soon. And as always you were there, alone on the sofa as always.

Your acting career, on the other hand, was going very well. You continued to appear in series, but in supporting roles. but without a doubt 2023 had been your year.

In 2022 you had put too much effort into your work. and at the 2023 Oscars these two films had been nominated in several categories. You felt happy, of course, but your personal life wasn't being the best.

you felt lonely, despite having thousands of followers on Instagram and tik tok. You had Malachi, and he was a good best friend, you felt like you needed more people than he did. you always compared yourself to him, seeing all his friends. I had always had a facility for meeting and talking to people, you had never been like that. and now it was being more remarkable than ever.

You had always been the friend of a party, an outing, or a while. They never stayed, but Malachi did. He had stayed despite all your problems and insecurities, understood your worries and accepted your mistakes. All those times you didn't want to talk, he was with you. Every night you cried because of the series and movies you watched, he was with you. He was there for you, and that was more than enough to make you want him as something more.

Malachi, on the other hand, was peculiar. I had many friends, that was not discussed, but you, you were a case apart. For him no one compared to you, he could talk to thousands of girls who try to be his friends, who try to be close to him, but they will never reach your level. with you he was a different person. in public he always has that confident and fun attitude, but not with you. With you he can show his weaknesses, his insecurities, his problems, everything.

You remember once he told you that he was afraid that you would change him, that some boy more interesting than him would come and you wouldn't want to continue being his best friend, all that just because he didn't give you anything on your birthday "Malachi, what the hell are you talking about? We've literally been best friends forever, I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world," you said while laughing, "not even if that boy was Timothée Chalamet?" he said while looking at you with puppy eyes "not even if it were him. no one compares to you, Malachi, no one. let it be very clear to you, silly child," you told him and then gave him a small blow on the head.

Malachi was probably the most caring person you had ever met. His love language was ultimately physical contact, and gifts. He loves to give you things, no matter how small. Whenever they go out, they are holding hands, a habit that was left over from their outings as a child. He always paid for lunches or dinners, no matter how much you insisted, he wanted to pay you even for the gum you bought at the corner store.

The rumors of courtship at her school were very intense. Often girls would come up to you just to ask if you had anything, but for some reason those girls always ended up hating you for no reason.

By 2023 these rumors got more popular. thanks to 'Barbie' and 'American Fiction' you managed to have more popularity in the world of cinema. You were grateful for that, And you found it very funny to see the different videos on social networks about how fans created all kinds of theories about their 'secret relationship'. You always ended up sending all these videos to Malachi.

For you it was funny, but each time this tension of feeling something more for the other grew and grew.

You haven't felt the feeling that every time you look into each other's eyes with a friend and it felt like your eyes were screaming 'kiss me please,' but then they walk away, and you feel like you should, even though your brain screams at you 'why would you do that? he's your friend' but your heart tells you 'you should have kissed him, you fool'.

Well.

If you haven't felt it, better for you. because it's the worst feeling in the world.

and movie nights. they were the best, without a doubt. But every time they watched movies Malachi would cling to you in a way that made your stomach feel those damn butterflies. You felt like your brain couldn't process a word of what the movie produced, and that made you feel stupid.

You knew it was bad. Falling in love with your best friend is never good, and in most cases it ends with the separation of friendship. But every time you saw his eyes, begging you to let him hold you, your mind stopped working and your heart was the one making decisions.

and right now they were in that situation. he is on top of you, hugging you as if he were going to fall off a cliff. Your heart was pounding, and the butterflies in your stomach felt like you were going to explode. His arms around your waist felt so good, so strong. The scent of his perfume flooded your nostrils, it smelled so much like him, like the typical perfume that makes any girl fall at his feet.

Your fingers gently ran through her hair, which smelled faintly of coconut.

You decided to pay attention to the movie, and subconsciously you stopped caressing her hair "why are you stop?, I was already relaxing" Malachi told you in a sleepy voice "because then you fall asleep, and I won't tell you the movie when you ask me" you told him giving her a slight tug in his hair "you're bad" he told you while itching your ribs, tickling you "stop it. i don't complain when you stop caressing me, you like to be pampered" you said while laughing "you spoiled me, so now you have to put up with me," he told you as he lay down next to you, "that's not true. now stop talking and pay attention to the movie" you said in a threatening way, and then turned to watch the movie "yes ma'am" he said with a playful smile.

their fights were like that. silly and meaningless, but that was their friendship. You knew a lot of secrets about each other, and it seems like you've spent a lifetime together.

The next day they had to go to class, so they had to get up early. Malachi hated getting up at that time, and he was lucky that today there was a type of activity which his grade had to organize. It was that the older grades had to deal with the lower grades, practically do the work of teachers, and in the last hours of school hours they would have recreational time. so instead of stopping at 6 in the morning as usual, they had to do it at 5.

To you this activity sounded fun. You were very good with children, and you loved teaching them things and entertaining them. Your patience was surprisingly good with them. and when you heard of such an activity you could not be more excited, although Malachi did not see it that way.

He was good with children, he liked them. but what he did not like was having to get up early because of him. In addition, he had to listen to you talk about how exciting that day would be for you, and just remembering how you talked and talked about everything you would teach the children, a smile would appear on his face.

After breakfast and getting ready for their long day, Malachi's mother took them to school. All the way she was talking to you about how interesting that day could be "I feel very excited, it's like I'm being her teacher, I've always dreamed of doing that" you said with a small laugh "although I think someone here isn't as happy as me" you said referring to Malachi "come on Barton, smile even a little" you told him while you were itching his ribs "stop it, i'm sleepy. I wish i was in my bed right now, not going to school" he said with his eyes closed, trying to get some sleep before arriving at school.

When they arrived at the school, they met different classmates. They all seemed to be asleep standing up, and you swore you saw more than one yawn more than ten times in less than 2 minutes "Why do they all look like zombies here?" you said to Malachi while laughing. They had been looking for somewhere to sit: "No one here looks excited about hanging out with upset kids all day," he said, sipping some energy drink he'd bought from a vending machine "Why can't everyone be like Maggie? She's super excited about this," you said, looking at the named girl. She was talking to her friends, and her excitement could be seen in how she spoke and expressed herself.

The teachers in charge of the activity called them. Everyone was divided into groups of 4 per classroom, and each group had to organize their classroom and the different activities that the children were going to do during the day. After that, everyone had to organize the other activities they would have in the school gymnasium.

The kindergarten children's entry time had arrived, and each of the groups were in their assigned classrooms. Luckily for you, Malachi had been in the same group as you.

You followed the list of instructions that the teachers had left you. Everything was going great, all the children participated a lot in the class, they all had a lot of energy, and their laughter was a perfect mix between sticky and suffocating.

You were with a group of children, since they were doing an activity and they called you frequently to ask you questions. They were very curious, but quite responsible with the task they were doing "And how old are you?" asked a little boy. His diplomatic tone made you laugh a little, but you replied "I'm 16 years old" you told him with a smile. You were sitting in an uncomfortable little chair that they used "Wow, yes you're old" said another of the children, the comment left you in shock, your mouth opened and closed in search of something to say "well, I'm not that old, we're only about 10 years apart" you said in a calm tone. "It's true, Connor. Besides, she is very beautiful, not like you," said a little girl, and then stuck out her tongue. You laughed, and although that little fight seemed very tender to you, you must have called his attention.

The break was very chaotic. Their energy was endless, and despite the multiple attempts of the children to get their way, you had all your eyes on them. "They are so energetic, I don't understand how they are not sleepy at this time," Malachi told you. You were sitting on a bench near the playground, watching as all the children played with each other, while laughing and screaming. "in the group that one of the children was in told me that I was old, Malachi, OLD. you know how that destroyed my self-esteem?" you said to him with false indignation. It was funny and painful to see how sincere the children were sometimes: "Luckily I don't see myself with a retiree, and I was saved from those comments," he replied with a half smile. You looked at him indignantly, "Excuse me? I look younger than you, and I'm younger than you. you have no right to tell me that, old man," you replied.

You kept arguing and joking about it until the recess was over. They only had a couple more hours left, but they still had to return to that hellish classroom.

His group decided to ignore the list they had been given a bit, and instead, they decided to do a different activity. They tried to make a vote, which went fatally because the room was filled with shouts 'let's draw' 'no, let's better play with plasticine' 'I want to paint' were a lot of the shouts that could be heard. In the end they decided that it was better for each one to want to do what they wanted, with a theme, something that caught their attention during the day, or something they liked.

Each one went in search of his material, and for a moment the room was filled with peace. All that could be heard were his small murmurs of concentration.

You sat next to Malachi. They both decided to draw something with some crayons "what the hell is that dude? it looks like a drawing taken from a psychiatric hospital" you told him after seeing his drawing "it's you"

You answered the "ahhh, what a romantic Malachi. I know you're dying for me, you don't have to be so obvious" you told him, as you banged your shoulder against his. "Can't it be, the great malachi barton is blushed by a girl? I thought this only happened in the movies" you kept joking with the same thing. Your smile showed how much you were having fun right now. Don't delude yourself, my friend" he said as his eyes connected "what you say tomatito, what you say."

Both laughed quietly. Prying eyes were shared, and in the air it felt as if something had happened. Something unsaid by both who did not know it was yet, or so they wanted to believe.

Malachi had always felt comfortable with you. Ever since he met you it was as if a piece of him had been completed, he knew you didn't have to leave. I wanted you to be a friend forever and not a passing friend. It was a little obvious that in recent years his attention increased, all his fame was also reflected in the school environment. Multiple girls talked to him, looking for more opportunities than he had given them. But every time it felt like an object and a pretty face it reminded you. He remembered the girl with a shy smile who was there for him, in all the good and bad times, you were his soul mate to him, someone with such a pure and kind heart that is for him forever. No matter how many times you hit it or scare it, it's always for him.

The time to show their works had arrived, each one was going to go ahead and show their craft and say what they had done.

The students were passing one by one. Some had drawn a picture of their friends, or their food, things like that.

It was a girl's turn. if you're not mistaken, her name was Katie. She was a very tender girl, you congratulated her on her drawing and a girl from her group asked her what it was about "It's the girl over there with her boyfriend" she said pointing to you. The smile on your face turned into a frown. Your companions laughed, knowing who the girl was talking about. You felt shy for a moment She was a very tender girl, you congratulated her on her drawing and a girl from her group asked her what it was about "It's the girl over there with her boyfriend" she said pointing to you. The smile on your face turned into a frown. Your companions laughed, knowing who the girl was talking about. not knowing what to do or say. You felt shy for a moment, not knowing what to say or do. "Are you sure it's me? She doesn't look much like me really." You said to her "Yes, it's you with the boy with the white hair" she replied in her innocent tone.

You heard Malachi's laughter and looked at him. perplexed that he was laughing at this "your drawing is very beautiful Katie, I adore the hearts you put in, what do they represent for you?" he asked her "they represent their love. you look very much in love and your love floats in the air when you are together" she said in her innocent tone.

When all the children finished teaching their crafts, it was time to go to their last hour with the children. They were all on their way to the school gymnasium. You were at the end of the children's line next to Malachi. They talked about everything they would do when they got home "I've been like a zombie all day, I don't even know how I've been able to endure the whole day with energy" he said "it must be the energy of the children, they have so much that it must be that you absorbed something" you replied, elbowing him in his side.

Katie's words were on your mind. People always said that children always tell the truth, and if it was true? You didn't want your mind to be carried away by a few words from a 6-year-old girl, but other people could see what you can't see about yourself. It was obvious that they had received comments like this since their teenage years began, and there were even many rumors at their school. everyone in the school said that Malachi rejected girls for you, you heard it through some girls in the school bathroom. Your mind couldn't help but think about it, what if it was true, and if Malachi had feelings for you?

No, that was impossible.

He could have any girl around his finger in a matter of minutes, he had never tried anything with you. That's why girls hate you and you don't get any dates, you thought. It could be possible, although your mind was still in doubt.

why?

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" asked Malachi, "nothing interesting," you replied, forcing a smile. "Don't lie to me, I know that face. You think of something and your mind goes away, just like you. So tell me" he told you. Your heart raced at his words. He knew you so well that it hurt, and the multiple theories about him fluttered inside you. "Nothing important, I already said it, don't worry" you told him. The screams of the children flooded your ears, they had already reached the gym and everyone was excited by what they saw.

The feeling of concern settled in Malachi's heart. He couldn't help it, you could tell that something was on your mind and you didn't want him to know. You two told each other everything, always.

The hours for everyone passed quickly. Little by little the energy of all the children was running out, which was understandable, they had spent all their time jumping and screaming from here to there. When it was time for them to leave, their parents went to pick them up on time. Your back hurt, in general your whole body hurt. Playing with those children was too tiring, it was difficult to match their energy.

During the remaining time in school you couldn't help but think of Malachi. Suddenly your mind remembered all the moments you spent with him, all the times he hugged you and put his arms around your waist. or the times he encouraged you when he saw you sad, the times he whispered little 'I love you' while watching movies. you avoided thinking about the possibility that he had feelings for you, fear gnawed at you inside. All the gossip and rumors connected with his actions, but your mind closed to such a possibility. It's just his kindness, he behaves like this with every girl around him. but to all of them he said 'I love you', played with the hair of all the girls?, combined outfits with the girls?. You wanted to believe it, but you knew it wasn't true.

Maybe you were scared to know that he was in love with you because you were too. You had fallen for the charms of your best friend, and that feeling terrified you. You'd repressed it so much that you didn't realize how big it was. You felt like a fool. You thought about all the girls who are in your situation, most of them want the feelings to be mutual, but you disliked this idea. You weren't supposed to like this, you couldn't like your friend, much less when he was coveted by so many girls.

You thought of everything. On the girls who were madly in love with him, on how weird it would be if you were something else. But at the same time you thought about the moments with him, how his body felt pressed against yours when you hugged, how good he smells, how he caresses your waist when they watch a movie. A part of you wanted things to stay that way, being everything and nothing at the same time. But another part of you told you, why not?, why not take a risk for the second time in your life?

a bit long, but I can't help but write so much. I don't know if this reaches so many people but I enjoyed writing it 💖

@luzmy

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Trick...and treat her well (Pedri x Reader) / Halloween '23

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After another long day at uni, you just wanted to go home and sleep. Thankfully, the following day was a bank holiday, so you knew you could just sleep in and sort of do nothing all day. But your boyfriend had other plans. Plans that interrupted your own plans.

“What are you doing in bed? Come on! Let’s get ready”, said Pedri, in a too loud voice, when he got to the room. You usually liked how hyper and excited he got by the smallest of things but not at that exact moment.

“Ready for what?”

“It’s Halloween!”

“Pedro, we live in Spain, not America. No one cares about Halloween around here”, you rolled your eyes and laid back down in bed.

“But we talked about going to that party…do you not want to go? I bought us the costumes and everything”.

It was so rare for him to want to go to something like a party that you felt bad saying no. His mood got so much better after being back in training with the team too, and he wanted to celebrate. So you got up and put the costume on, even though you kind of hated it, and you both left for the party.

But it was impossible to concentrate on having fun. Your mind was somewhere else. In all the classes you had to go to, the assignments you had to get done, …it was a bit overwhelming at the moment. People were drinking and that always made your anxiety worse. You didn’t like how hard it was to guess what a drunk person could do next. And when a few of them bumped into you, that feeling only got worse.

“Trick or treat?”, screamed Pedri, making you jump.

“Treat?”

“Here”, he said, offering a bag of sweets and pecking your lips. “Double treat. Just for you”.

You smiled at him but the smile was soon gone when you checked the time and saw how early it was. You had only been there for twenty minutes but it felt like hours.

The only good thing about the party was that Pedri stayed with you the whole time. You definitely didn’t want to be left alone somewhere where there were so many people. You didn’t know who many of them were either. And, even though Pedri was busy chatting and laughing with people, he knew you well. So he soon noticed there was something wrong.

“You ok?”

“Sure”, you answered, trying to smile.

“You don’t look ok. Are you not feeling well or something? Is that why you went to bed earlier?”

“Kind of. But you’re having fun so forget it”.

“No, I’m not having fun if you aren’t too”.

Despite appreciating his kindness, you also felt bad about his reaction. Your mood was not only annoying you, but it was now going to annoy him too. Great. It only made you feel worse about yourself.

“Let’s go home”.

“Pedri, we don’t have to…”.

“We do. I don’t even like parties anyway. You know that”.

“But…”.

“Shh”, he said, placing his index finger on your lips. “You come first always. Let’s go”.

It didn’t take you long to get back home and Pedri told you to go to the sofa and wait for him. He was going to make a drink for you.

“Trick or treat?”, he asked again, this time without yelling.

“Can I have both?”

“Greedy”, he laughed. “You can have this cup of tea I made for you and all these sweets I took from the party”.

“Oh my God”, you said, laughing too. “That’s so much. It’ll take me a week to eat all of it”.

“I might help you finish it”.

“Is this how American kids feel after trick or treating? I don’t even know what to eat first”. “I guess. My only source for it is the movies I watched. And the videos where parents pretended they ate all their sweets”.

“Those videos are horrible. So cruel”.

Pedri sat down next to you and brought you closer to him before turning the TV on and finding the channel you liked. More Buffy reruns were on. Perfect.

“So…wanna talk about it?”

You sighed. Did you want to talk about it? Maybe. But it wasn’t easy to put into words things you didn’t fully understand.

“I don’t know. It’s just…life, I guess. Uni kicking my ass and I just feel very defeated sometimes”.

“Did something in particular happen? Or is it just a general thing?”

“General, I think”.

“That’s…well”, he laughed. “I don’t know if better or worse. I guess if it was just one problem, we could try to fix it but if it’s just a general thing, it’s a bit harder”.

“I suppose it is like that, yeah”.

“What can I do to help?”

You looked at him and smiled immediately. He was always so eager to help. “You’re doing well so far. But I guess just be there when I need you. Talking is helping me right now. And, I don’t know, maybe you could pamper me a bit”.

“So it’s all just an excuse to be treated like a princess, got it”, he joked and your smile became wider.

“I can’t fool you, can’t I?”

[lovelylivelyv]

Beware This Person

Before we begin, obligatory disclaimer: do NOT harass the person I am about to bring up. I don’t want things to spiral out of control and I am simply here to warn you guys about a potentially harmful person I advise you stay away from. Ok? Good. Also a TL;DR is at the bottom of the post just in case.

It has been brought to my attention that someone I had beef with on Discord took to Tumblr and has been badmouthing me for months. Sidetable-Drawer (also one of the mods on Hottoepecker) and I met in a Foster’s Home For Imaginary Friends server though I came across her blogs around the same time. We initially got along well, but then I noticed her behavior would change when it came to disagreements. It got to the point where I felt she was getting extreme, and she blocked me shortly before leaving the server entirely. I thought that would be the end of it, but I find out that two months after she left the server (and two months before the post was sent to me with monthly reblogs), she made an entire rant about two sides of the fandom. However, I noticed for one particular side she seemed to talk less about the side in general and moreso one person, and that person is me. Since she blocked me and made me powerless to defend myself on the post itself, I’m here to warn you all about her behavior.

The post is about how the “Bloo is basically Cartman” and “Bloo did nothing wrong it’s everyone else’s fault” sides of the Foster’s fandom are really annoying. But when she talked about the latter, she brought up multiple things I did specifically, in addition to how her saying she won’t pretend Bloo is an UWU Soft Baby or whatever was something she only started saying after I had the audacity to claim…that the rest of the main cast are flawed individuals that likely don’t understand the weight of their actions against Bloo (ex. excessive yelling, hitting, double-standards; for more info watch The Hidden Pain Of Blooregard Q. Kazoo). For the record, I never claimed “Bloo did nothing wrong”, I only claimed “Bloo deserved better”. But enough about that, I’m going to point out the tip-offs that give away she’s using me to cover up how she’s actually a bully.

“Guys he's just a goofy little asshole who's fun to watch (most of the time) but sometimes needs to be thrown against a wall.”

-She said this a notable amount of times in the Discord server and it sounds unironic. I don’t want to read into this too much, but I firmly believe children don’t deserve to be abused. Yet I’m the demonizer?

“He’s got his own problems…but it also doesn’t justify him being a jerk.”

-I never said his reasons make it ok for him to be a jerk, all I said was he has reasons for acting out. Understanding is not the same as excusing. This is also the same person who thinks Mac was in the right for abandoning Bloo twice but three a fit when Bloo dared to “cheat” on Mac with another kid later on (she can believe it if she wants, but I find it funny that she makes excuses for Mac while having a zero-tolerance policy for Bloo).

“I've seen some people come up with BS takes defending everything Bloo does and throwing every other character under a bus and demonizing them (we had an entire video post about FRANKIE derailed with a reblog about how everyone is "too mean" to Bloo. Please make a new post for your bad takes)”

-As I said above, the first half is not true. Sidetable-Drawer specifically accused me of demonizing them when I explained how leaving Bloo to die in the pilot episode despite mustering the courage to save Mac mere seconds later was the catalyst for his behavior. As for the other…yeah, I derailed one of her threads (because she mentioned Bloo was being a little shit for wanting credit for a rescue), but it was one time. A singular time. This is hypocritical of Sidetable-Drawer to complain about because she’s guilty of doing the exact same thing MULTIPLE times. She not only derailed Bloo conversations to gush about Mac, but also invaded Gloo shipping spaces and constantly called me and others disgusting proshippers over a HEADCANON. Here are some screenshots of Sidetable-Drawer’s continuous derailments, as well as others trying to get her to stop ship-policing: (for privacy sake I’m blocking out all pfps and usernames aside from mine but will put “SD” next to Sidetable-Drawer’s messages)

So much for not burning me at the stake. Imagine calling my opinions bad takes when she’s the one actively harassing others over a ship she can’t accept is genuinely harmless, simply because it doesn’t fit her interpretation of a tweet Craig McCracken made. I’ve talked many times about how the aging thing is not necessarily set in stone for Bloo because of the existence of loopholes (Land Of The Flea) and the implication that Mac’s subconscious reason for creating Bloo was to have the big brother Terrence should have been, so I’ll just leave it at that.

“He's a funny jerk. Sometimes you just have to leave it at that.”

-Mac is a happy little kid, you could just leave it at that too. But you love to dissect how he’s a powerful character for coming out of his trauma a better person and theorizing how Mac’s life used to be before the show’s events. Why shouldn’t Bloo’s complexity be talked about? It sounds like you take issue with the idea that Bloo can be as layered as his peers.

“People are allowed to like Bloo but people are also allowed NOT to like him for these reasons, and you have to deal with it.”

-Then why did you accuse me of demonizing the main cast for saying the others needed to do better too? Why did you harass Gloo shippers to the point of trying to guilt-trip them out of shipping it? YOU’RE the one who’s not allowing people to think differently from yourself.

“(In the tags) Sometimes I remember that horribly squicky ‘Bloo Defense’ video and die a little bit. Sometimes you need to back up and tell yourself…it’s JUST a drawing :p”

-Ship-policing wasn’t enough for you, now you’re policing character analyses just because my view is wildly different from yours. How would you feel if someone told you that for saying Mac deserves better? You yourself are adamant against using “it’s just a cartoon”, but I guess you have no issue using it when someone else’s opinion doesn’t fit your idea of how things should be. Also if you really hated my video that much, you could have left a comment on the video proper instead of dragging my name in the mud for months.

All of this happened over simple disagreements I tried to be polite about despite her ignoring boundaries and shaming others time and time again. Normally I don’t respond to hate comments, but after having to deal with Sidetable-Drawer’s behavior on Discord for months and eventually finding out how she went out of her way to mock me and leave me powerless to defend myself, I knew I had to speak out about all this. If anybody figured out she was actually talking about one person and knew it was me, I could have been harassed. If I can help at least one person avoid being on the receiving end of her bullying, so be it.

TL;DR A Foster’s Home fan vilified me for having a different perspective, disguised a Tumblr post and subsequent reblogs targeting me to be about another group of Foster’s fans, and I’m warning others to stay away from her so they don’t go through the same thing if not worse.

[milkhoney531]

Personal rant, cancer, abuse, suicidal thoughts

So, today, last year, my mom died from cancer.

My mom and I didn't have a great relationship. A lot of mixed feelings. She liked a carefully curated version of me that she made up out of my existing traits. She liked the me that is good with kids, creative, helpful, got good grades, responsible, and that pretended to be a straight girl.

I liked the mom I had before I came out at 13. The one that was supportive, that pretended to be pro lgbt (until it was her kids), the one that was kind and didn't try to use my abuse against me or threaten to throw me out at any little inconvenience.

My mom loved a specifically crafted version of me and I loved a mom that I learned didn't exist. That didn't exist for me. But that version of mom existed for my siblings. After her death, I learned they got an even nicer version. A real version. One that would take care of my siblings when they were sick, cheer them up when they were sad, and even taught them secret recipes or told them family secrets.

Things she never did with me. If I was sick, even if I had a fever and was vomiting, she never believed me and would send me to school or when I was too old for her to force me she would belittle me, doubt me, tell me I was throwing away my future, and wouldn't ever help me. When I was sad, down right depressed or suicidal, she turned a blind eye or told me to suck it up.

But for my siblings, if they were sick she would take care of them. She would feed them, put on movies, let them play video games, let them relax. Not me. I had to clean and I had to do nothing but lay in bed or do homework. If my siblings were sad, she would comfort them and do something special with them. Not me, never me.

No matter what I did for her or the family, I was always unworthy because of who I was. Because I have autism, because I'm not cis, because I'm not straight.

I think she saw my mere existence as a slight against her.

I was only worthy of her if I went above and beyond to serve her and the family, even if that ment I was left off worse.

Like how in middle school I had to leave school early, by myself, to walk home rain or thunderstorm to get home before my siblings so i could care for the dogs, get dinner started, do the chores, and help my siblings with their homework.

Once there was even a really bad thunderstorm, the town was literally flooded, lightning was striking everywhere and I walked home in that. I took my usual shortcut through the park and a family of skunks just walked past me like I wasn't there. I didnt have an umbrella at least. I was soaked head to toe. I got home, changed, and did my normal routine. My siblings didn't walk home and were able to take the bus. When my mom got home she asked why I didn't call anyone to pick me up. I lied and said my phone died, but in truth, I didn't think anyone would pick me up, I didn't think that was an option. If I ever needed help or would like it, I was told to figure things out myself. So I did because I had learned that I'm not worthy of being helped, that if I had to rely on anyone else for anything, that I should prepare to be disappointed. That I shouldn't expect or bother to ask for help.

Honestly, when I went to college, I was planning to never come back home. I was planning how to take my siblings out of her custody because while I was gone, my little sister started getting hit by my mom.

But she got cancer and I dropped everything. I came back to help. I helped so my two youngest siblings wouldn't have to worry. So they could have more of their childhood. A childhood I never got.

She died May 16th, 2022. And I still don't know how I feel about her. So I didnt write today. Writing a story about surviving prolonged abuse and one about angels and demons was too close to home, especially today. So, I tried to sleep away this day, only to fail.

[saveme-storybrooke-potc]

The LOL Podcast - Harper

I keep getting clips of these grown ass adults hanging out with this kid who looks 12 years old on my Instagram feed a lot to the point that it really irritated me. Then after some "research" I find out it's this podcast geared towards children (which I doubt are the only audience considering the comments don't look like something I literal child would write). Firstly, I'm going to start off by saying I loath content "made" for children because it's always too immature for an older audience but also, too mature for a younger audience so it's usually just left to chronically online people (I guess) and honestly I think the audience for this is around 9-14 years old.

I've seen some people talking about this podcast and questioning how it all started and why these adults are hanging out with a child because it is weird, it would be different if these people who are 10 years older than Harper were her relatives HOWEVER, no one there is related to her and apparently she only knows them because Harpers sister messaged one of the guys asking him to make a video for her and then he messaged her asking if she got it, and I think they continued to message and then they became friends which when it was Colleen, this was called gro0ming and pr3datory. So idk you be the judge of that.

A lot of people are all up in defense of Harpers role in the podcast just because "her mom is there supervising" but she's not really doing much to keep her child safe. I'm not here to say Harper's mother is a horrible person but I am also not here to say that her being behind camera is making this any better and there are many content creators and child stars who's parents were involved and made things worse (if you don't believe me do some research because this isn't anything new).

I've noticed from a lot of videos of Harper are not in the best light. There is this one (which ended up being a "prank") where one of the members gets mad at Harper for being rude to her husband and while there is a lot I have to say to that because her own husband wouldn't respect her wishes and was TAKING HARPER'S SIDE Harper proceeded to say that she doesn't care about that other podcast members feelings and that she can do whatever she wants because she is a minor. Of course this did end up being a prank but this did enrage me because I was in a similar situation when I was in a relationship last year and with (my now ex) our "friends" would not respect my feelings towards how they would treat him and poke at all his insecurities (and you can see how problems then start with that because the disrespect shifts towards you). Now I know everyone is different when it comes to things like this but I think that showing behaviour like this to whatever target demographic you're going for it wont end well. Harper, prank or not was in the wrong, everyone else for disrespecting the other member of the podcast was in the wrong. Of course the maturity levels are different and you can really tell in every interaction these people have with Harper but the encouraging of the bad behaviour isn't a good idea.

There is also this running joke of Harper being in love with one of the members who is in a relationship and she's saying things like "when I'm 18 you should break up with her and marry me" and then everyone else is just laughing and making fun of her and is like "we should cut this" but, obviously they kept it in. And like, I think it's really weird to be allowing something like this and keep it like a running joke when she's a child. She's going to look back on that and be really embarrassed also, if it's a skit that's also really weird. You as a grown man want to pretend that a child is obsessed with you?

Again, the mother is there ALLOWING a lot of these things to happen. I remember seeing this one clip where one of the guys THROWS Harper across the room or when both of the guys are threatening to pour water on her and she has to chose who she wants to do that. (again, if it's a no for a tv show to do that to someone who was older at the time but still a minor, it IS NOT OKAY).

There was also (and trigger warnings for this) a video on them "trying out what people eat on my strange addiction" where they all tried eating tape, deodorant, and a brick which is really weird, it's not funny and I'm not really sure if they got these things sent in to them or if it was pulled from the TLC shows. AND a really disturbing clip of Harper saying "wanna see something?" then proceeding to (Trigger warning because it was really gross and bothered a lot of people) PULL out her hair which she had apparently also posted another video of that from I think a few years back but she took it down because she was embarrassed(?) she also in the podcast episode proceeded to eat her hair and everyone just laughed. I want to just say that while she was doing this to her hair she was acting like it was cool (and idk if this was a form of crying for help) and everyone there was freaking out and it was mostly the girls who were actually concerned while the guys were just sitting there saying "HAHA we shouldn't post this" but like obviously they did. Her mom WAS there and she was not happy and, I wouldn't say shouting at Harper to stop, but you can hear her saying it and I'm pretty sure she said you shouldn't show this to kids BUT THAT VIDEO IS STILL UP they posted clips of it and all Harper's response was "I don't see the problem" and "kids don't try this at home" obviously, Harper has done this before and this isn't her first time doing this, and I am not saying this to shame her, there is definitely some immaturity here from her because she's still young and I'm not saying that's why she did it I'm saying her whole behaviour with "this is cool" and "i didn't know this was wrong" but this is clearly something concerning and I feel like INSTEAD OF LAUGHING AND SAYING "We need to cut this" THAT THEY SHOULD HAVE ACTUALLY CUT IT AND NOT SHOWN IT TO AN AUDIENCE THAT KIDS PROBABLY SEE AND COULD COPY.

There's also A LOT of thumbnails on their Youtube Channel that has Harper in the thumbnail and on the thumbnails I've seen, were about Harper's romantic life (it reminds me of a certain youtuber who was and still is obsessed with his sister)

And to the people who defend this PODCAST and Harpers part in it just because "her mom is in the room" clearly, her mom is not doing much to make sure her child is alright. And this is an issue. I hope that Harper gets the help she needs, because she clearly needs some sort of help.

[bluecardigan-13]

I’m probably writing to no one. But I’d like to pretend I’m writing to you.

Life is really hard right now. I’m super homesick after only 4 months of living in Oklahoma after moving here from HI. You’d think I would be alright since I moved here with my kids and husband by choice.

Mainly to first get my life back in order due to a chaotic life and living with 2 narcissistic parents. And the sudden loss of my dad in 2021. But I’m not ok. And I don’t know what to do with all that.

We also moved cause the cost of living in Hawaii is crazy expensive compared to OK. And so living on permanent disability makes things difficult especially after having a successful career in insurance for over 15 yrs. And also being a successful business woman with zero college degrees, brings my self esteem to nothing.

My anxiety and self confidence has always been all over the place. I have always been this control freak over everything in my life. Like I should be this or that, and have these things accomplished by a certain age etc.

But that all got taken away from me when I got sick in 2017. I got fired from my job that while it was stressful, I was good at it. I was an insurance underwriter for Lloyds of London insuring all kinds of “weird” things. But again - I was good at it!

I brought in $50M in revenue alone. And helped that department meet their gross premium goal for the first time since they started the department.

And before that I worked for Fireman’s Fund as a senior business analyst. And knew everything about everything for every single state of the union where insurance came! I worked in a call center where people would call in (who worked for the company) and would ask for me specifically cause they knew I knew what I was talking about.

Heck my boss would even turn to me to ask about business processes! I trained in our new hires. But the company wasn’t doing well and the parent company decided that it couldn’t take anymore losses due to bad decisions made by underwriting.

And so the parent company based out of Germany absorbed it. And even though I was the best they had, I got fired. Which sucked! I was angry. But I sucked it up and made sure the people who were going to be left behind would be well trained. The sad part is I was up for a management job. Well that job went to the most incompetent person on the team. LOL

Isn’t that life? But now I’m here sick with several mental illnesses and incurable medical illnesses. And making the best of it.

I make YouTube videos and hope I can help people like me. Hoping that when they see me they will see themselves and say hey there’s someone like me, and she’s doing ok. And maybe I can too.

Mental health and chronic illness/pain aren’t talked about enough. It needs to be don’t you think? It needs more of a platform, and that we need to also show people it’s ok to say I’m not ok.

Also I use art therapy to cope. I crochet and I also pour epoxy resin on my channel. I know it’s not that big of a deal but hey you have to start somewhere right?

I’m just wondering who’s listening tho? Really listening.

[iamshay]

One thing people that I have networked with since I came into streaming things all start from blog tv I meet someone idk if that's true what he said to me is only god knows. We have been everywhere. you now bought a blog tv. you now and then +youtube just watching videos. . justin tv, twitch, mixer,trovo now kick. When I knew about streaming these stupid kids were not even born.

I made a connection with people and befriended and today I am still friends with her like a sister from another mother fact we exchanged numbers cuz we connect since blog tv now. we watch each other grow into women. Alongside, I have been associated with people I have traveled around streaming.

These people get ego by dick ride to get famous and they get recognized for the ego getting into their heads. and all sudden they think so fucking highly of themself, they forgot themself. when they nobody it all view botted. the fact is the admin himself. told me this

So this issue is on kick. this admin is a doll. He has been very doll with so far. and came back to when he could. So if they get rid of view botted all these people who think so highly of them will lose their viewership to fucking to 10-15 viewers. They fucking, not train or knut both are ogs from twitch or adin get natural viewers. none of them. So this full issue. as I have posted what I gave context and their multi told their person that knows to code and owns live bot. This kinda behavior ain't going to make kick look good. I am not one making it look bad only those with check mark goes around harassing other because they are butthurt cuz I call them out directly to the person that is view botting 600 views or 200 views their chat fucking dead. they would be like my boat just 10 viewers without a view bot. he try to gaslight me and tell me I am confused. Mr nobody even said he ain't nobody. You got somebody to get fucking target with the view bot. hater usually never want to see anyone successful why would they view a bot when it's so clear you friend the person that owns the live bot. he tries to claim that he ain't allow talk as blame on kick staff. that he is not allowed to tell me how u cheat the system? so that's what he said to me in the DMS.

That is from the admin picture. I am a blurry name cuz he has been a doll. he has done me no wrong. I am fucking call out those people who do me wrong and pretend to be supportive when they are not actually preaching.

I am like you do me wrong I will speak my mind and call you out with receipts. I have blocked all of them.

Pathological lying, also known as mythomania and pseudologia fantastica, is a chronic behavior in which the person habitually or compulsively lies. These lies often serve no obvious purpose other than to paint oneself as a hero or victim, depending on the circumstance.

this is what they all are. Doing the crime and playing the victim when they got zero proof I already leak all the dm. I have not deleted anything. they nickname calling me. I am not perfect but when I am wrong I going to defend myself. I never said I was perfect. nobody is fucking perfect.

As I said, they can twist, and flip the narrator to their liking without fucking proof. that i have harras them. Point my views about how kick left and right getting it cuz they got verified suggestion channel is fucking the dumbest. The thing should be earned. not given. you can see in DMS convo with igypc and i. This thing.

the fact they are willing to click on hot tube streams and sit on their chair with zero life hating on women cuz their content. DONT FUcking watch then. As long they dont show porn. and if that was not allowed I am pretty sure would be not verified or allowed on the kick. These people fucking hypocritical when it's their circle friend that does titties and only fans they are cool with it. But when others dont dick suck them and agree with everything they say. they going for your neck and harassing u.

IF you are a female with logical fucking brain thought kick preach the rules you are mistaken. The fact one of the people harassing brag about knowing Eddie and that if he told Eddie or other higher up he would have my ban. IF that case. They going proof my point. I came to try this platform because I honestly thought I would be felt welcomed and not harassed as I experience on twitch. But the difference about it was twitch actually did something about it when I send screenshots and proof just like I did with this one.

I am not saying Eddie or this owner or higher-ups are like this. I judge people by their actions. if they actually like that this individual aka baba. as you see in the video vod i post on youtube u can hear that guy scream telling his friend to go over and tell that B** what she does.

I am not gonna personally shut up about it. I will tell and show everyone I connect with and my network I know over twitch anyone I meet this what actually encouraged and these streamers all are a group that vouches for each other and gets stupid verified bruh. they are the ones entitled to what they deserve to get without earning it. some of them earn it cuz of their socials got a big following but I notice in discord multi people check saying they got verified and they spam even in general to people that are in the same boat and dont stream that much. just cuz she is helpful I am helpful too. I dont go around asking people to vouch for me. checkmark is fucking badge of verified not a partnership and another hand they say it is. I would put a pass on them msg kick staff for not even give a shit about me because of how hateful they are. the loudest outspoken person they feel threatened.

people don't like me because I am brutally honest and speak my mind. I don't follow fucking trends hate or wave of these big streamers or celebrities. have my own mindset and personality and opinion.

Nobody on that call they did on stream literally was the support they turn the whole shit on me. They flip and twist shit my words that I never said. just cuz she most sub and I know she probably bloc and ban me. and does not handle is m going to call her on it for flip whole attitude her ego has gotten into her head. she never came with an open mind and even if she ask if want join in her chat on the call I said no. That means no. it's like asking a person to be in the same room as their rapist. if you want me to be on the same call as all the guys that were harassing me. and mocking me as me watching the whole vod u can see in her vod real talk vod title. she say a lot and I was in tears. u expect me fucking be able to talk when I am not ready mentally and emotionally to talk about it.

It is an insult to the victim to have him/her explain why the behavior and/or actions of the bully hurt him/her! The behavior/actions of the bully should be self-evident of wrongdoing without the need for the victim to explain how exactly they hurt him/her! Imagine for example bringing a bigot who used offensive and lewd language against another person for several weeks before finally someone stepped in and decided to resolve the conflict. And that person decided that it was a good idea to bring the victim and the bully to a table to discuss things, asking each party to explain how the actions of the other party affected him/her and in doing so, it influenced his/her actions. How would the victim feel talking about how it felt to be subject to demeaning and derogatory remarks that made him/her feel worthless! Shouldn’t the words of the bully alone be condemning enough without having to drag the victim into it?

just fucking imagine how close minds all of them are.

Narcissists tend to twist the facts to make the things they do seem less bad!!!

and this is exactly what they did.

[sweatersarecomfyy]

So I think the question for this year is: how can people be so stupid?

[crazyk-imagine]

Big Time Crush

Pairing: James Diamond x Insecure!Plus size!reader Characters: Insecure!Plus size!reader, Katie Knight, Jennifer “Mama” Knight, James Diamond, Kendall Knight, Carlos Garcia, Hortense “Logan” Mitchell

Briefly mentioned: Camille Roberts, Gustavo Rocque, Kelly Wainwright, Snoop Dog, The Jennifer’s Warnings: Shenanigans, Katie being a sweetheart, the boys doing their best to help James, plans not going the way anyone planned, jerky teens, don’t mess with someone the boys, Katie, and Mama Knight like, the pool is a good place for jerky people to chill in, Mama Knight always manages to find the oddest recipes  Word Count: 4,151

A/N: I honestly have no idea what happened to Dad Knight but we’re gonna pretend that Jennifer and he went through a divorce when the kids were young, and she kept her married last name

Late Christmas gift (fic) for requester @lilacprincessofrecovery​ 

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You sit beside Katie, Kendall’s little sister, who’s currently working on earning a quick buck or two from the “pool jockies” as you and Camille like to call them. You glance over at her cards and see that she’s close to winning another round of go fish. 

The jockies can’t grasp the basic rules of poker so you came up with a compromise and chose a classic game of go fish. 

You lean over and whisper, “the one across from you has queens and the one to your left has seven.” 

“You’re sure?” 

“I’m right about the queens. You just need one more than the one on your right and you’ll win.” 

“Okay.” 

Thanks to your little tip, she won which none of them liked. 

“If you don’t want to lose, then don’t play,” you advise. 

The one that sits across from Katie scoffs, heading back inside, most likely getting his luggage to go home for winter break. 

“It’s been a while since you had something to eat. Do you want me to get you anything from the snack machine?” 

“I think I’m gonna head inside and go play some video games. You can join me since Kendall’s at the studio, finishing up their latest album.” 

You smile, “alright. Be prepared to lose to the master.” 

“Oh, you’re on. Oh, actually can you get some candy. Mom wants to try this weird candy recipe and I was supposed to ask Kendall, but you know, I was in the zone before he left.” 

You nod, “yeah, sure. Anything specific?” 

“No gummies and no chocolate.” 

“That leaves room for a lot of choices, doesn’t it?” 

She raises her arms, “I’m not the one who made the recipe.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” 

“I’ll wait with you.” 

“You don’t have to do that.” 

“You’re the only other person here besides my brother and his idiot friends who is actually nice to me. My mom also wouldn’t like it if I came up without you.” 

“Aww, who’s a mama’s girl.” You pull out a dollar from your pocket, reaching for your bag when you realize you left it at the table. “Hey, can you do me a quick favor and grab my bag. I want to make sure I get enough for your mom. You’ve got me curious about her future creation.” 

She nods. 

You push the buttons for the candy when a shadow blocks the light, turning you find one of the guys from the game. 

“Hey, chubbs.” 

You furrow your brows, hoping he’ll go away before Katie comes back. 

“Maybe if you didn’t eat all this junk, you’d lose a pound or two.” 

“Just because I’m getting candy, doesn’t mean it’s for me.” 

“Isn’t that what they all say.” 

You furrow your brows, “you don’t have to be a jerk.” 

“You don’t have to be a jerk, cry me a river. Quite eating this crap,” he smacks the item out of your hands. “It’s not for you.” 

You don’t look up, keeping your eyes on the floor. 

“Can’t even look away from it for a second. Pathetic.” 

He walks away when one of his buddies calls him over. 

Katie stands beside you, handing you your bag. “Are you okay?” 

You put a brave face on and nod. “Yep, all good. Now, let’s get your mom the candy so she can get started on it.” 

Katie overheard what the jerk said and wants to make you feel better, but she’s never been good at it. She’s not letting you go back to your apartment until you absolutely have to, no one should be sad or alone during the holidays. Her eyes widen at the amount of candy you got. “Okay. I think we’re more than okay. This is already a lot more than what I planned on getting.” 

“You sure?” 

She nods, “definitely.” She grabs the candy from you and holds it close to her chest. “Let’s go. If she gets started now, she can be done but the time the boys get back.” 

“You guys don’t have any holiday plans?” 

“We did but then everyone canceled so we’re stuck here but now you can hang out with us.” 

“Oh, I can? I feel honored.” 

“My mom loves you.” 

“I’ve only met her once.” 

“And she thought you really nice. Wait, until she hears about you helping me win.” 

You push the elevator close door button, wanting to get to their apartment faster. “Don’t you dare.” 

“She won’t believe me anyway.” 

“Ha!” 

The young girl shakes her head, smiling, feeling proud of herself for bed able to keep you happy… even if it’s only temporary. She has an idea that maybe you don’t actually like what you see. She sees the baggy clothes you wear to hide yourself; it makes more sense with what that jerk told you earlier. “You look nice by the way,” Katie tells you, keeping her attention on the elevator doors. 

“Oh,” you whisper, not expecting her to say that. You glance down at your usual jean and sneaker combo followed by your cute festive, semi tight Christmas holiday shirt with a black jacket to keep you warm. “Thanks. I like your shoes.” 

She smirks, you had given her Christmas shoes laces as a joke not expecting her to wear them of course but here you are. “I know.” 

-

“We’re back,” the child announces, walking into the apartment. 

“Who’s we exactly?” Her mom asks, the last time she tried to get Katie a friend it turned out to be an adult who then stole her car- or rental car, it was a blur after realizing it was a car that was in her possession was stolen. “Oh,” she notices you, standing in the doorway and smiles. “Come on in. I’m so happy it’s you. How are you?” She hugs you, you weakly hug her back. 

The negative thoughts try to enter your mind again. ‘She pities you. Forever the fat pitied girl.’ You give her a weak smile. “We got the last ingredient you needed for your latest creation.” 

“Oh, that’s so sweet but I’m pretty sure my daughter was supposed to tell her brother to get it.” 

“She mentioned something like that, but I figured why not try the vending machine first. Save a few bucks, you know.” 

“I knew I liked you for a reason.” 

“We’re gonna play games.” Katie tries to pull you towards the couch when her mom stops her. 

“Oh no. You promised to help me.” 

“But-” 

“It could be fun.” 

“Don’t side with her, please.” 

“You two could make Christmas cookies.” 

“Oh, yay. I’ve been waiting make some myself but-” ‘She’s gonna think your fat, talking about cookies.’ “I- uh- never found the time.” 

“Let’s make the cookies… from scratch.” 

“I don’t like the look you have on your face, Katie,” you tell the young girl. 

The smile never leaving her face. 

“How about Mrs. Knight and I switch places?” 

“First, it’s Ms. Knight. And no, you two can make the cookies.” She turns to you, “I have faith that you’ll make sure the cookies come out right. Katie just wants to throw flour on you.” 

You nod, “I figured as much.” 

The older woman smiles, patting your arm, “you’re gonna have fun.” 

A nervous chuckle escapes you, “I don’t know.” 

“You will and while you do, I’ll be over there on the couch reading a book.” 

“Fabio?” 

The mother of the apartment says nothing. 

“Have fun with your book.” 

She nods and heads over to the couch, getting comfortable. 

“Alright,” you turn to Katie, “what flavor are we making?” 

“Chocolate chip.” 

“Excellent choice.” You order her to get all of the items and ingredients you’ll need and remind her of the sweet outcome whenever she huffs and puffs. 

“Now can we make the cookies?” 

“Yep, let’s get started.” You tell her which ingredients you need while you do the mixing. 

You two sit and play hangman while you two wait for the cookies to finish cooking. “Seriously? You used the word ambrosia. How was I supposed to guess that?” 

She smirks, “don’t order me around.” 

“Oh,” you shake your head, “you’re evil.” 

“I don’t think so.” 

“Of course, you don’t.” The timer on the microwave dings. “I’ll check on the cookies.” 

The boys enter the apartment and slump against the couch, two on each side of Kendall and Katie’s mom. “I smell cookies,” says Carlos, with a confused expression. 

“I do too,” Logan and James add. 

“Mom?” 

“Ask your sister,” she flips another page of her book. 

“Okay, Katie. I-” You scream, almost dropping the hot tray of cookies. “Geez.” You grab a towel and set it on the counter before setting the tray down. 

The boys stare at the tray of heavenly smelling cookies... all except for James, who’s jaw is open as he stares at you. 

Katie sits beside Logan who sits beside her brother, watching this whole thing with amusement. 

‘They think your fat for making cookies... even though they look like they want one.’ You purse your lips at this next thought. ‘They can eat them without the sugar going to their hips.’ You avoid her gaze and turn towards the sink, washing the dishes so Ms. Knight doesn’t have to. 

Carlos and Logan glance at one another, eyes switching between each other and the cookies. 

The brainiac shakes his head, the helmet lover nods; this goes on for a couple of minutes until Carlos reaches for a cookie and hisses. 

“The cookies just came out. You saw her take them out,” Katie points out. 

“But- it’s cookies,” the corndog lover weakly argues. 

“They have to cool.” 

“But I want cookies.” 

You dry your hands on a napkin and slowly turn around. “If I,” you pause when the five turn to give you, their attention. “If I get you some cookies, will you stop trying to grab them off the hot cookie sheet?” 

The boys nod. 

Katie gets out of the chair before you asked her to get you plates. 

You scoop a couple of cookies onto each plate and slide them in front of each boy, not forgetting to give a plate to Katie and her mom. 

A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips. 

“Don’t you want to try some?” You shake your head with a polite smile, “no, thanks for offering though Katie.” 

She furrows her brows. “But you said-” 

“I- I decided that I’m gonna stop eating so much candy.” 

She knows where you’re going with this and what thoughts are running around your mind. 

“Oh, okay. Well. I’m sure I can whip up something else,” Ms. Knight offers, collecting the boys’ plates. 

You shake your head, “it's- its fine. I should go back to my place.” You walk around the counter, grabbing your bag off the table. “Thank you so much for letting me hangout here.” 

“Do you h-ave to go?” asks James, voice cracking halfway through. “You could- we could hang- hang out?” 

An uncomfortable smile stretches across your lips. “I- I would but, I have to go. Maybe some other time?” You add even though you don’t really mean it, thinking he was just being nice to the “fat” girl. 

“Oh, yeah. Okay, next time.” 

A quiet, “bye” slips past your lips before the door closes shut. 

-

The boys or Katie’s mom didn’t see you much after that day. They couldn’t find you when it was only everyone in the apartment, Kelly, Gustavo, and Snoop Dog who were stuck at the studio. 

Katie wanted to invite you to stay and hangout with them since she knows your family always have plans, leaving you here alone. She was lucky to have found you a few days after everyone came back from break. 

“How was your guy’s Christmas?” you ask her, sitting in the cabana. 

“Not better than yours.” 

“Somehow I don’t believe that.” 

-

Just because the boys haven’t talked to you since you made cookies, doesn’t mean they haven’t seen you. 

Every time James sees you, he forgets everything he was doing or thinking. 

The others always encourage him to try and ask you out (not just because they’re tired of hearing him go on and on about you) but he always gives them some sort of excuse as to why he can’t or shouldn’t making it even weirder because... it’s James. But they see how he is whenever he’s near you and know that he has a big time crush on you. 

-

Kendall pulls together an idea, knowing that you and Katie are hanging out by the pool as usual so naturally he calls, more like yanks, Carlos and Logan with him. 

“Operation: Get James a date is happening today.” 

“Today? Like today-today? We’re not ready,” Logan tells him. 

“It happens and he will get a date with the one person who can get him to use less of his body spray.” 

“How are we gonna do that?” asks Carlos. 

“I’m glad you asked.” 

They rope James into coming over and helping them with their fake plan. 

“Okay, James. I’m gonna be honest with you right now,” Kendall starts. 

“We lied!” Logan blurts out. 

“That’s not what we agreed to do.” The leader smacks the brainiacs shoulder, who whines as he holds his arm. 

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. He should know. He needs to know what we’re doing here.” 

“What exactly are we doing here?” The pretty boy chimes in. 

“We’re helping you ask out the only nice girl here.” Carlos glances over at the offended duo and sighs, correcting himself. “Who isn’t dating anyone.” 

“What?” James eyes widen. “You’re trying to get me to ask her out?! No. No. No.” 

“You can do it,” Carlos encourages him. 

“It’s all going to be fine,” Kendall pats his shoulder. 

“Take these flowers,” Logan shoves the bundle of flowers into his friends’ hand, “and go find her.” 

James trips, using his hands to put some distance between his face and the floor, not wanting to damage his face; the flowers are a now mess on the floor. 

No one stops to help, only glancing over at him and continuing with their day. 

Luckily for you, you didn’t hear it, the music blasting through your headphones blocking out all and any sounds around you. 

He sighs and pushes himself off the ground with sad and slow movements. 

The other three reach out to comfort him but he continues walking past them and into the pool area since the kids from class were having fun first day of summer pool party. 

“She’s still there,” Logan weakly adds. “This is good.” 

“Let’s go before he floats in the pool, staring into the sun,” Carlos taps his helmet before running outside. 

-

You hide in the cabana, not wanting to see anyone or have anyone see you in the jean shorts, you haven’t worn in what feels like a millennium. You don’t even know why you’re here; you should be in your apartment watching some old romance movie that you find stupid because you haven’t been in love or in a relationship. 

You don’t even know why you left the cabana flap open, maybe it was some kind of subconscious self-torture because all you see when you look at the pool is everyone from class which consist of skinny girls in bikinis. 

Just as you pointed them out to yourself, the Jennifer’s give you a polite wave, something not everyone could get which made your harsh thoughts about yourself make you feel bad for thinking these kinds of things when they’ve been nice to you for almost as long as you’ve known them. Sure, they were a bit rough around the edges when you first met the girls but after helping them when they needed it, they’ve been nothing but kind to you. 

The smile falls from your face as you watch them settle onto the pool lounge chairs. ‘They didn’t need to buy new bathing suits. They didn’t gain anything during the holidays.’ You shake your head, sighing. ‘Don’t focus on that. You look cute too. Your shorts are perfect for your shirt.’ You tug your jacket closer around your torso, half tempted to zip it but deciding not to prevent yourself from overheating. You noticed James lazily floating on one of the bed floaties, staring up at the sky. 

Almost as if he could feel eyes on him, his head rolls to the side; he glances over at you. 

You both freeze, keeping eye contact with one another. You didn’t realize it at first but, you offer a small wave in his direction. 

He returns the slow wave. 

You quickly lower your head, trying to focus on your book. ‘Why’d you even accept their invite to this?’ You bite the inside of your cheek, letting go when the flavor of copper hits your tastebuds. ‘They probably invited you out of the pity. The fat girl friends with a child. They want something to laugh at.’ 

-

Katie draws James’s attention away from you. 

“What?” He asks, with an annoyed tone. 

“Get out of the pool and talk to her. She needs someone to talk to and I can’t do it.” 

“Why not?” 

“My mom wants to me to do something that other kids my age do.” She notices the raised brow and disbelief expression he has on his face. “Whatever that means. Go and talk to her. I’m tired of you not saying anything.” 

“I can’t talk to her,” he stresses the second word as if that would help. 

“You can. It’s easy. She likes music, you’re in a band. Find common ground.” 

“You make it sound like I’m going into battle... I’m not, right?” 

“You are and oh look, we’re here.” She shoves him in front of the cabana, hiding behind one of the oddly placed plants. 

James catches himself before he could trip, glancing back of his shoulder only to find no Katie. He sighs. 

“Hi James.” 

His shoulders tense up, eyes quickly moving onto you. 

“You know my name?” 

‘This isn’t awkward.’ You nod, “kind of hard not to when you’re the newest artist around here.” You purse your lips, since when did talking to others get to be so hard. ‘Have I always sounded like this?’ 

He chuckles, “that- uh- yeah, that makes sense.” 

You gulp before you ask him if he wants to sit in here with you. 

His eyes widen in surprise making you feel bad. 

Did you make him think you hated him because if so, that was not your intentions. 

“Yeah, okay.” He’s quick to walk over towards the unoccupied seat near you. 

-

Kendall and the other two exit the Palm Woods lobby with Carlos munching on whatever caught his interest in the vending machine today. 

“Where could he be?” Logan questions with his hands on his lips. 

This was not like their friend to just disappear for hours on end (even though it had been ten minutes. The debate between snacks Carlos had with himself was absolute hell). 

The boy with the extra accessory points to something in front of him, unable to respond as he continues to munch on his snack of the day. 

“Looks like he doesn’t need any help,” Kendall comments. 

“We can get rid of these costumes then, right?” Logan starts itching his collar bone. 

“After we-” 

“Nope,” the brainiac shakes his head. “Nope, besides Carlos already stained his so, we can’t use these.” 

-

“Are you gonna go into the pool at any point today?” James asks, with an innocent tone. 

“Uh- n- I don’t think I will.” 

“Why not?” 

You say the first thing that pops into your head. “I’m not a big fan of splashing.” 

“We could hangout near a corner... or something.” 

“We?” You turn your head to him. 

He scratches the back of his neck, a nervous chuckle slipping through the small smile he has on his lips. “Uh- yeah. I mean or we could- we could just stay here, if that’s what you want. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” 

‘If only he knew.’ “Maybe when there’s less people,” you grip the edge of your jacket, further curling it around you. “We could go for a swim,” your voice wavers at the word. 

Almost as if he knows what you’re thinking he offers something else. “Nah, I’ve already been in the sun for too long. I definitely don’t want to become one of those overly tan people, you know.” 

You chuckle, knowing exactly who he’s talking about and sadly, it’s usually the parents of the other kids that live here at the Palm Woods. “Yeah, smart move on your part,” you joke with him. 

The corner of his lip’s twitches, he got you to make a joke. He didn’t think he’d be able to make you smile much less make a joke, the butterflies in his stomach start fluttering faster than ever. 

“Have any of you beaten BTF yet?” 

He furrows his brows, “how do you know about that?” 

“It’s me. Katie gets bored when she beats the pool jockies and we’ve been practicing your guys’ video games so we can beat you.” 

He chuckles, “now that I know that you’re so going down.” 

“I’d like to see you try,” you playfully shove his arm. 

“How can you stand to be near it?” The pool jocky who was being a jerk before Christmas snickers. 

“What?” James asks, not understanding why this guy is being such a jerk to such a nice person. “Just don’t feed her, she’ll never leave if you do.” He turns around, heading towards the pool area feeling very highly of himself. 

Your brows knit together, a sad pout on your lips. “Let’s just go, James.” 

“What?” He spins around, standing in front of you. “No. He doesn’t get to talk to you like that and pretend like he didn’t.” 

“It’s fine. This isn’t something new.” 

“And I’m gonna make sure it doesn’t happen again.” 

You didn’t see anything because Logan and Carlos stop you from following him. “Would you let me at least-” 

“Nope,” the former shakes his head. “Not happening. Kendall and James have got this handled.” 

Carlos nods, “yeah. We just gotta trust them-” 

And then the quick screams of the Jennifer’s and pool splashing causes all of your eyes to widen. 

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Logan says, turning you around so your back is to the facing the front desk of the lobby as he avoids your gaze. 

James walks through the open doors, stopping in the doorway, smiling when he sees you and tries to slick his hair back. 

Kendall rolls his eyes, Katie walking up behind the two. “Please stop.” 

The two jump up, hugging one another as they let out a quick scream until they realize who it is and immediately push the other one away from them. 

“You’re fine, she won’t care if your hair is messed up-” 

“It’s messed up?” He asks, reaching for hair. 

“What? No. That’s not important. If I hear you did something to make her cry or anything to hurt, her feelings. You won’t know revenge until it happens to you.” 

A short chuckle slips past your lips as you place a hand on James’s shoulder. “Let’s not threaten people today, Katie.” 

“I’m not, just implying what could happen if he isn’t nice,” she says, a fake smile tugging at the corner of her lips. 

“Yeah, I’m not buying that.” You start to push James into the direction of the elevators. You two stare at the doors, unsure of how to talk to one another knowing that he did- whatever it is he did because he cares about you. ‘My stomach feels weird, but I don’t have an upset stomach?’ “Thank you.” 

“It was fun.” 

“Not as much as it’ll be when I kick your butt.” 

“Oh, you’re on.” 

-

Carlos tilts his head, “does anyone smell cookies?” 

“As long as you don’t smell toast, we’re good,” Logan adds. 

“Huh?” 

“Nothing.” 

“Could you two walk any slower,” Katie whines. She opens the door, shaking her head watching the two having fun. She wanders over, leaning over the back of the couch. “Any more BTF?” 

“You know it.” 

“Cookies are done,” Ms. Knight announces, scooping the cookies off the cookie sheet and onto a plate. 

Everyone runs over to the counter, wincing at the temperature. 

“What does BTF mean?” asks James as he breaks a cookie in half offering you the other half. 

You accept, “oh, that.” You chuckle, “it was actually something I use to make fun of Katie but when I tell you, I… will painfully admit that I’m a fan of your guy’s music because it means… big time fan.” 

He leans in. “Can I assume someone here is your favorite member?” 

“Nope, let’s go play some more. I’m so close to getting the scoreboard to be all BTF.”

[kimbappykidding]

Vernon x Sister’s Best Friend Part One

Imagine being best friends with Vernon’s twin sister and having a huge crush on him. His birthday getaway is going well until you get trapped pretending to be Dino’s girlfriend.

Part Two Here

You'd liked Vernon ever since you were kids but were always too shy to do anything about it. Not to mention you didn’t want his twin sister and your best friend Elena to feel awkward and you had no idea how she’d take it. Then Vernon went off and got famous making everything worse.

As if your crush wasn’t unattainable enough he became a kpop star and had hundreds and thousands of admirers around the world. It just seemed like overkill. 

He'd come back in the holidays and if you thought he was good-looking before now it was a joke. You stayed away from the seventeen stuff just because it felt odd considering you knew him but you’d seen a few music videos and got why he was so popular. He had the talent, personality and looks. A triple threat and despite everything you were proud of him for doing so well. 

So you carried on with your life back home and tried not to think about Elena’s brother too much but sometimes he made it hard. 

You let yourself into Elena’s house like usual and looked around for her. "Elena get your ass down here!" you called standing at the bottom of the stairs. You heard a noise in the kitchen so followed it "speaking of asses mine just about froze on the way over here so can we please walk fast today?" you asked only to find Vernon standing there instead. You froze in a mix of shock and embarrassment "Vernon...I didn’t know you were back". He looked embarrassed at what he’d heard but also slightly amused "yeah I came back for the winter holidays...so last day of university huh?". You nodded "yep..." still bright red "did you hear any of what I was saying?". "No..." he said but it was more of a question the way he said it. You cursed and he laughed when Elena appeared. "Hey y/n you ready?" she asked. "Yep let's go, now!" you cried grabbing her arm and dragging her outside. Vernon smirked watching you go but you were too busy trying to get out the door to notice.

After your lecture was done you headed back to Elena’s to study but you were more prepared this time. You walked inside cautiously but quickly heard Vernon. Elena walked towards the noise and you followed to see Vernon and a friend. "Hey we’re back" Elena called. "So I see” Vernon nodded “y/n this is my friend Dino. Dino this is my sister's friend y/n". The boy nodded to you and you nodded back at him. “Are you glad to have finished for Christmas?” Vernon asked looking at you. "Of course!" Elena cried "you're honestly so lucky you dropped out of school". Vernon’s friend smirked and Vernon blushed but you came to his defence “to be fair he left for a career so it wasn’t really dropping out”. Elena shrugged but Vernon shot you a smile that made you feel like you were melting even with the cold winter air. 

Apparently Vernon’s friend was home for the holidays and they were in Seventeen together. Elena said he was basically your age and was really nice but you didn’t talk to him much. As usually you found yourself drawn to Vernon  and spent a lot of your time with him over the holidays. It was like this every time he came home. You’d hang out a lot and it’d be like nothing ever changed...then he’d disappear again for 3 months minimum and you’d be back to square one. This time was no different and after a fun winter break he left with no idea when he’d be back again. 

You didn’t hear from Vernon again until the summer. It was Vernon's birthday and he’d rented a huge house in the woods and invited his friends and sister who brought you. She said Vernon had said to invite you anyway but you figured you were mainly there as Elena’s plus one. Little did you know Elena already had her company sorted.  

When Elena said you were getting picked up from her house you figured she meant by Vernon but apparently not. A car that definitely wasn’t Vernon’s appeared and Dino hopped out of the driver’s seat. Elena began loading her stuff in his car while Dino helped her. They looked pretty casual but you just shrugged and got comfy in the back. Once everyone was in the car they didn’t start driving. "Y/n we have something to tell you" Elena said and you paused panicked "what? This is how every horror film starts". Dino chuckled "no it's nothing like that" and he looked at your friend. "We’re dating" Elena said. You blinked a few times before it sunk in "ow...erm what do I say back? congratulations?". Elena laughed "thanks y/n...but the reason we're telling you is we could do with an ally on this trip. See nobody knows were together especially my brother so if you could help us keep it that way we’d be so grateful". You shrugged "yeah sure I can watch the hallway or help you sneak around or whatever". "Thanks y/n!" Elena cried and Dino smiled "you and Vernon are right, she is pretty cool". The mention of Vernon calling you cool made you smile and you nodded in a good mood. "I am the best" you agreed "now should we start driving?".

You reached the house three hours later and Vernon came out to greet you. He paused when he saw you and at first you were worried he didn’t want you here but he was staring at Dino. "Did you drive from my house?" he asked looking at you and Elena. Dino nodded "yeah I was nearby so offered to pick them up". You and Elena nodded along and Vernon shrugged “well thank you...come on in!”.

The house was extremely beautiful and despite housing all of Vernon’s members and more it still felt spacious and elegant. You and Elena would be sharing a room which you were fine with and Vernon helped you with your bags. He took them up for you and gave you a quick tour. “So you’ve got your own bathroom but if you need anything just let me know” Vernon told you. “Cool a balcony!” Elena cried not really listening but you smiled “thanks and thank you for letting me tag along. I’m really looking forward to it”. Vernon smiled “you aren’t tagging along, you’re invited. I’m looking forward to it too” and he walked away with a wave of his hand. You blushed and waved back feeling like you were back in secondary school all over again. 

You soon had a holiday routine in place but it was very different to Elena’s who rose early and lived for the outdoors. Like Vernon you weren’t one to run around outside. You rose late and were pretty chill. You’d usually go downstairs, get a coffee and sit with a book for a while before you were ready to start your day. Your routine must've looked good because Vernon soon started following you. You’d sit reading while he listened to music or watched something and then you’d both discuss what had happened in each. It was a really nice peaceful start to the day and you liked when the house was quiet and it was just the two of you.  

One day however you surprised even yourself by being more adventurous. "Wanna go for a walk?" you asked one day and Vernon paused "outside?". You chuckled "yeah gross I know but it just occurred to me I haven’t been four feet from the house this entire trip, seems like I should venture out at some stage atleast once". Vernon laughed "yeah sounds good, let me just grab my coat". So the two of you set off and on your way out passed Scoups and Joshua. They paused seeing you head for the door "you're going outside? But the sun’s gone in". "Yeah that's the point" Vernon laughed.  "And there’s rain forecast" Joshua added. You simply pulled your hood up and Vernon pulled an umbrella from the coat rack. He accidentally opened it nearly attacking everyone which made you all laugh. Vernon was blushing which you found adorable but not wanting to embarrass him, you quickly moved on. 

Although the idea of a walk was nice you were the two worst people for the task. Neither of you knew what direction anything was in and so you just started walking towards some trees in the distance. “So how has University been?” Vernon asked and you nodded “good, next year is my final year though which is terrifying”. He nodded “I can imagine, do you know what you’re doing for your dissertation?”.  You shook your head “nope so let’s not talk about that. How’s work?”. Vernon chuckled at your deflection and nodded “works good, although I do miss home and wish I could visit more”. “You seriously miss our tiny little town?” you asked amazed “you see all these huge cities and cool places, I thought you’d never miss it”. Vernon shrugged “it’s more the people than the place” and he looked at you when he said that. It was like he was directing that at you which immediately made you blush and look away flustered. “That makes sense, it is weird without you”. “It is?” he asked and you nodded “yeah just sometimes things happen and I know you’d find it funny but you’re not there to tell”. Vernon paused “but you know you can always call or text me right?” he asked “i’d love to hear what’s going on”. “Really?” you asked and Vernon nodded “definitely! and just to know what’s going on with you too. There’s no reason we have to wait for my rare days off to keep in contact, right?” Vernon asked. You nodded “that’s true I just figured you might be too busy”. He shook his head “not at all and even if I am i’ll make time”. You smiled pleased and Vernon smiled seeing your reaction “actually I’ve been meaning to ask you about something” he started when the sky thundered and the heavens opened. Your hood and Vernon’s umbrella was useless with the wind and so you gave up and started running for the house. The only trouble was you couldn’t remember which direction it was. You ran around in random directions for ages before Vernon spotted it. 

You finally crashed through the front door and both rushed to the fireplace for it’s warmth. "This is why I hate the outdoors!" you cried. Vernon laughed "right? It's awful" and sunk down beside you. You tugged your coat off and rubbed your hands together. "Do we have frostbite? Can you get frostbite in the summer?". Vernon chuckled "I'm not sure but probably in Russia or Canada yeah". "Well I guess I'm just cold them". Vernon smiled and grabbed a blanket from a nearby chair and wrapped it around your shoulders "here". You smiled at the gesture and for a second the two of you just held still in the moment. You were very close together and you felt the intensity of his gaze on you. In the firelight his eyes and lips looked very nice...not to mention Vernon's hair was very wet and the water droplets looked so pretty in the dim light. You both realised you were staring and looked down awkwardly. Vernon went to say something when the members appeared and Scoups and Joshua erupted seeing you. “What happened to the umbrella and hood?” they called. “Well the wind destroyed the umbrella” Vernon started “and the hood did nothing to stop water spraying directly into my face” you finished. The other members all laughed at your bad luck and then Jeonghan insisted you both go shower and get changed so you didn’t get ill. 

You both obeyed and saw one another a few hours later at dinner. Vernon smiled "feel warmer?". You nodded "I'm pretty sure I used up all the hot water in the house but yes". He chuckled "fair enough, glad you're feeling better. Overall It was still a pretty good walk". You nodded "yeah it a totally was...if you took away all the nature". Vernon laughed "exactly my thought, maybe we should try it again when the nature isn't so...disagreeable". You smiled "that sounds good" and Vernon nodded "good...okay". He was blushing slightly and you paused. Was that Vernon's way of asking you out? Was this a date? "Sorry can I get past?" Jun asked appearing behind you and you nodded rushing to move out of the way. Vernon moved the cushions on the seat next to him and you sat down. You were close together and at the edge of the room but it was nice. You were both quiet and introverted so here you could just observe and relax without being at the centre of attention.

They were currently teasing Mingyu about something before he managed to shift the attention to Dino. “Dino never helps with chores!” Mingyu cried and they all nodded. “He does sometimes” Wonwoo tried but Scoups wasn’t having any of it “I haven’t seen him wash a plate since we got here”. “He keeps disappearing conveniently” Seungkwan said and The8 paused “yeah you do...where were you today? You were gone for hours”. Dino paused and you saw Elena shift uncomfortably. “I was in my room” Dino said but Seungkwan shook his head “no you weren’t, you’re sharing with Vernon and anytime I came to see if he was back from his walk it was empty”. Dino gulped and Scoups laughed “what going on, why are you so nervous?”. He blushed “because I can’t tell you where I was”. Everyone’s attention was well and truly peaked and they all started shouting out questions and ideas where he was. “Were you stuck on the toilet?” Dk asked bluntly while Joshua guessed he got locked outside or something. “Why can’t you just tell us?” Woozi asked “he’s doing it for attention”. “No i’m doing it because I wasn’t alone!” he replied. Everyone froze and The8 looked at him “you’ve been sneaking away with someone?”. Elena’s eyes were wide and you sighed figuring she’d have to come clean. 

All the members heard your sigh and looked in your direction. “Y/n?” Vernon asked and you looked at Dino before looking to Elena. She suddenly stood up and announced "y/n and Dino are dating!". "Elena!" you scolded her but all the members took that as confirmation and began teasing Dino. Elena tugged you to her "please just go with it” she whispered. You sighed but nodded. "Wait is this true?" Jeonghan asked. Dino looked at you and you nodded "yep". "How?" Seungkwan asked. Dino took the lead "well you remember I went to Vernon's house for Christmas last year?". "It’s been going on since then!" Vernon cried and you remembered he was there and froze. He was looking at you both his eyes wide in shock and you noticed his voice seemed a little strained but he coughed and tried again "that was like 7 months ago”. Dino nodded smiling "yeah it’s been that long...we met then and got talking. When I left I gave her my number and we’ve been visiting each other". "Wait as in you came up to see him?" Vernon asked you "to our city?". You looked at Dino before nodding "yeah sometimes he visits me and sometimes I come up to see him". "Wow our Dino is all grown up and dating!" Hoshi cried and that started all the members off again. While they were distracted Elena grabbed you "thank you so much! I promise I'll tell Vernon I just didn’t want him to find out like that". You nodded "it's fine...where is Vernon?".

Vernon had stepped outside and headed upstairs when everyone began cheering for Dino. He was in utter disbelief. You and dino? Was he blind? How on earth had he missed that? He was also very pissed at himself. He’d wasted so much time worrying about when he should ask you out, if you’d say yes etc and Dino met you once, knew he liked you and did something about it. He was such a coward and now here was the result! He’d lost you. He sighed when there was a knock. The8 appeared "hey I thought someone should come check if you're okay". Vernon nodded “i’m fine”. “Are you sure because it’s okay if you’re not” The8 said softly. Vernon sighed "I’m okay I’m just a little angry at Dino". The8 paused "you’re mad?”.  Vernon nodded “well it’s just...that’s my sister’s friend who i’ve known for years! To think he’s been sneaking around with her this whole time...I feel betrayed”. The8 paused “I know it’s weird for you but I don’t think Dino betrayed you. I mean it’s not like he was dating your sister but your sister’s friend. He didn’t really have to tell you, neither of them did". Vernon took a breath, he knew he probably sounded crazy overprotective or worse, The8 could see right through that and recognised his crush on you, but he still couldn’t just pretend it was okay. "I just wish he'd have told me...it’s been 7 months. That's a long time and what if something happened between them? If they broke up then y/n might hate me by consequence! Or my sister!". "I don’t think y/n would do that so don’t worry...I get you feel startled though so maybe talk to Dino about it? I’m sure he never meant to hurt you". Vernon nodded "I know...". The8 smiled "would you like me to bring you some food upstairs?". Vernon shook his head "no thanks I'm not hungry I think I'll just shower and go to bed". The8 nodded "okay I'm here you need me" and left.

Vernon sighed sitting down on his bed and stared at the wall. Part of him was really grateful the weather stopped him from asking you out earlier today. That would’ve been really embarassing, but mostly he was just miffed he’d been beated to it. He’d been too much of a coward and he’d lost you.

He couldn’t believe it. 

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I know Vernon’s birthday is in February but I needed time to pass so just pretend he’s a summer baby or he gets two birthdays like the queen (he deserves that).

Also I know Vernon has a sister in real life but of course this is NOT based on her. This is just for fun based on his stage character.  

[zivazivc]

Pinocchio AU

Okay people want the explanation for this comic so here it goes. It’s long and complicated and MESSED UP because of course it is, this is me. I’m going to write in points because my small tired brain can’t handle good english atm but basically to sum up the Adrien was a sentimonster theory or Pinocchio AU as I like to call it:

Young married Emilie and Gabriel can’t have kids. Gabriel reluctantly accepts this fate and even brings up adoption as a possibility once, but Emilie doesn’t want to hear any of that. She’s a bit of a Marinette in the sense that she pictures this romanticized ideal life for herself and a child—her flesh and blood—HAS to be in it.

They keep trying to get a baby while other young families Emilie knows keep growing. She feels left out and hurt and depressed, then her newlywed twin sister announces she’s expecting a baby too and something within Emilie just unhinges.

She eventually lies to some of her friends, who she was out for coffee with, that she’s pregnant too. She mostly does it just to see their reaction and feel what it would be like but it quickly spirals out of control where she just starts pretending she’s pregnant until you can’t even tell if she believes it herself.

Gabriel is confused at first because he hears the news second hand (a friend/family member congratulating him) so he’s apprehensive when he approaches his wife but she convinces him that they really are getting a baby and Gabriel is ecstatic.

It’s only later at a doctor’s check up that Gabriel learns that she indeed is not pregnant. The doctor even speaks to him alone explaining that his wife is in denial and that he should make sure she goes to see a psychiatrist, something she definitely wouldn’t do alone.

Gabriel is unsuccessful with that because he’s not entirely persistent, doesn’t want to be the guy with the crazy wife having to tell everyone she lied about being pregnant, and hopelessly believes she’ll just get over it eventually.

That is until her “pregnancy is near due”—her sister already had Félix in England a few months ago—and he stumbles on her transformed with her peacock miraculous (they already have both of them) creating a sentimonster newborn.

They have a huge fight about it but because Emilie refuses to destroy it, won’t tell Gabriel where the amok is, and Gabriel can’t just hurt the baby with his hands, Emilie just… wins. Fucked up, yeah?

Now she tried creating kids before this one, using her imagination to try and blend her and Gabriel’s looks but it just wasn’t working. So she decided to copy of photos of baby Félix because he already looked almost like a copy of his mother, and Amélie and Emilie already looked alike so it’s not so weird?—is what her mind was telling her.

She didn’t dare alter his looks but she decided to give the baby Gabriel’s eye color to include the “father” in some way. (Yes in that comic I made I gave Adrien a mix of green and gray but that was mainly to get the point across to the perceptive readers)

Now we got Adrien, a normal baby boy to the whole world except for Gabriel who’s forced into his wife’s fantasy through social expectations.

Why are we only at this point and this post is already so long AAAAAAAA!!!

Adrien physically basically grows in a way where Emilie just keeps changing his appearance to match what Félix looked like a few months prior.

Mentally he’s like a robot just taking in information without really needing to learn it. So Emilie decides when he says his first word, she decides when he learns to walk,… He knows how to walk, he just wasn’t given the command to do so yet.

But even so he does develop a personality over time, just slower, because unlike a normal child who’s always testing his boundaries, how far they’re allowed to go until they’re in real trouble, Adrien just can’t misbehave. At all.

But he does have his favorite foods and favorite toys, and jokes that make him laugh the most. The problem is just that Emilie could just decide that his favorite food is strawberries and he’d just start acting accordingly, rewiring his belief. 

He also isn’t allowed to argue or be mean to others which is why Félix thinks he’s a goody two-shoes weirdo while Chloé the brat adores him.

This behavior isn’t so hard to hide with a toddler who’s fickle but it’s harder and harder as the kid grows. Which is why the family becomes very secluded over time.

Gabriel always keeps distance with his “son”. He’s not Dad, he’s Father, he doesn’t do hugs and cuddles, he doesn’t say I love you. But Adrien knows he loves him because his mom told him so and he loves him back unconditionally because Mom said that’s what families do.

Now even though Gabriel is traumatized by this whole ordeal and knowing Adrien “isn’t real” freaks him out he does soften a bit over time. I’m going to give an awful example but like someone who hates cats softening for a cat that their partner/roommate decided to get/had from before. Continuing with this example: But still becoming appalled when the cat starts acting odd/unusually.

Okay I think you get the gist. Let’s move on…

Emilie loves her son more and more as he grows and his sentimonster behaviours start bothering her more and more too. She hates being reminded that he’s not a real boy by people mentioning he looks young for his age because Emilie forgot to make him grow for a while. She hates when he does everything like he’s told. She hates that he has no real friends because they’re afraid to expose him to the outside too much and without supervision. She hates to think about his future.

Her desire for him to be real keeps growing and is what drives her to search for a solution in the miraculous spellbook.

She cracks the script after years, when Adrien is nearly a teen, and finds a way to transfer the creators soul into a sentimonster.

It’s a long process that takes time and while she falls ill to everyone around her, Adrien becomes more real.

Gabriel starts realizing what’s happening when he notices Adrien hesitate for a second when he’s playing a video game and Gabriel wants him to do something, groan when he gets bothered watching TV, huff, complain, have slightly opposing opinions to his and Emilie’s, when he argues with his mother when she tells him she’s feeling fine; when he notices his son’s eyes are greener. Or is it all in his head?

He confronts his wife too late, when she’s extremely ill already, her normally vibrant eyes dulled match Adrien’s bluish gray, and he pieces together in his head what she’s doing.

Before Gabriel could properly think what to do to stop the love of his life from turning into a lifeless doll, in a fit of panic he tries to take her wedding band (where he knows Adrien’s amok is) to get rid of Adrien instead, but is unsuccessful in getting it off her so he snatches her peacock brooch instead (which she needs to complete the spell obvs) and breaks it. (Heyoo! broken peacock miraculous. things are coming together)

Because the spell was almost complete anyway it’s Emilie who falls unconscious. But she doesn’t disappear because she’s not a real sentimonster, she just becomes dormant like one.

This is the point in the story where Gabriel makes it seem like Emilie ran away or something like that—basically disappear. Now he’s living knowing he has an almost sentimonster wife in the basement, knowing he almost killed his son (or her), and having to care for a son that suddenly became much more alive, questioning, arguing, angry, screaming, not accepting, crying, grieving, staring at him with Emilie’s eyes.

Instead of becoming a real parent, Gabriel shuts him out.

Soon Adrien evolves desires for socializing, company, getting away from the suffocating home which eventually leads to him going to a public school.

He slowly starts to live life freely without the restrictions that were put around his thoughts.

Gabriel has an even stranger relationship with Adrien now because he still loves him in a way but also holds resentment toward him. But mostly he sees him as something valuable.

The show happens here…  And now finally we get to the comic…

Gabriel gets a hold of the ladybug and black cat miraculouses. (There’s no epic fight in his lair as you see there’s no Ladybug in the comic but that’s not really important)

What’s important is that Gabriel had deciphered the miraculous spellbook with the help of Emilie’s notes and had decided to use the unification’s “wish” power to awaken Emilie.

He’s aware he’ll need to sacrifice something for the wish to come true and he’s certain Adrien should be enough because the soul inside him is literally the one thing Emilie is missing.

✨Adrien (poor boy just lost his miraculous) is taken to Gabriel’s lair, where he finds out his father is Hawk Moth, sees his mother, learns he’s a sentimonster, and that he’s going to become a sacrifice ✨

Of course the last part is not what happens. It’s Gabriel who ends up being sacrificed.

I can’t decide if Gabriel ends up sacrificing himself because he changed his mind in the last moment while Adrien was screaming for him to stop, OR  because he didn’t love Adrien enough for him to be considered an equal exchange for his wife… O.O

But anyhow…

Emilie wakes up with Gabriel’s soul within her (hence the bluish gray eyes in the comic).

Adrien is traumatized for life.

This took me hours to write… I knew there was a reason why I didn’t want to do it. I hope I didn’t forget anything and my brain made sense of it all

Well there you have it, peeps. The Pinocchio AU. It’s as messed up as my sleep schedule. Good night. 

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assassins creed headcanons

idc how backed these r by actual canon btw. if u have a different view of these characters, that's completely okay. that's great, even. i'm just sharing mine ._.

altaïr is autistic. he fidgets a lot in private/when he's not "working." when he's ab to assassinate someone, he's hyper-focused and gets almost obsessive about every detail. his life as an assassin is his special interest and he has a waxing and waning hyperfixation on greek philosophy, specifically empedocles. he's demisexual and in love w malik. switch but always ends up bottoming.

ezio is obviously a slut. he likes to refer to himself as a playboy, and some ppl see him as a bit of a womaniser, but in reality he is literally out to give ppl a good time. in that way, he is a little whore of a man. pansexual. non committal but deeply loyal to his friends and fellow assassins.

connor likes to pretend he is stoic but i feel as though he is just shy and socially awkward. he desperately wants to understand the templars, but he finds it so difficult to sympathise with them after everything. i hope he kills colonisers for fun.

edward is secretly (or not so much) into men but refuses to admit it. he's a pirate so he knows all ab buggering let's just b honest. jim gave him like the fright of his life bc he thought he might actually be falling for a man so when she told him she was mary, he had mixed emotions. first, disappointed. next, oh thank jaysus i'm straight. that was not something he was ready to confront.

shay is fucking depressed and has issues w moral perfectionism. he wants to be good but wonders how he can b if he remains loyal to the assassins. he's also secretly not sure if the templars are in the right but thinks siding with them is the way to helping the most ppl. ambition is his fatal flaw. he regrets that things w the brotherhood ended as they did.

arno has an addictive personality. canonically, he's struggled w booze and gambling, but i think it's something that he is constantly fighting. he thought he would never be sober again after élise died, but surprisingly he found that drinking didn't bring him any comfort. he was just empty :(( he is also transmasc and i will not be elaborating.

jacob has adhd (though doesn't know the term for it obviously). one way he manages it is through exercise. so whenever he feels especially unfocused or irritable, he just freeruns the rooftops of london or finds someone to train with/fight. i can't help but imagine him as the jocks at school who ARE allies and would do anything to stand up for his queer friends but says problematic shit sometimes bc he just doesn't know the correct terms or anything. (edit: at the time of posting this i didn't know that he is canonically bisexual. as far as i can tell it was only made clear by one post from ubisoft. and i am disappointed in myself for not realising that. i feel like this is a part of a bigger issue of ambiguous queer storytelling especially in video games. it should have been far more explicit imo. but i'm always happy to see more gay rep)

evie wants to travel. she secretly writes poetry and doesn't show it to anyone. she studies latin for fun. she's really really good at maths actually. she was a bit of a snitch as a kid, but then she grew up and learnt it was better to just keep quiet about stuff she wasn't meant to see. she's a simp.

aya/amunet died before bayek. he had to recover her body from the roman hidden ones. he made sure that she had the best embalmers, a lavish burial chamber. and when he died, the community made sure they were buried together. back in the day, the chamber held scrolls that spoke of amun, with images of sekhmet and horus lining the walls. an earthquake left the tomb in the state u see it in in origins. they're buried not far from the necropolis that holds khemu's body.

kassandra loved her immortality initially. she spent her days doing impulsive things just because she could. only they got stale after a while. the fear of being alone for an unknown amount of time overcame her as she started losing people. until we get to valhalla and she learns that maybe it's okay not to be alone always, but feels like she always has to keep moving.

eivor is gender fluid. she eventually loses her eye, like odin, and despises how it makes her look like him. she never had children. ik that she's canonically into men however i feel its more comphet than genuine attraction. she ends up w randvi.