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sabo-has-my-heart · 1 year ago

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Hello! I saw you posting requests so I assume they're open? In case I'm wrong, please ignore this 😅

But well, I saw that you have a couple of love triangle and poly Ace x reader x Sabo stories and I had a blast reading them! But also, they made me think.

Would you mind writing a fluff modern AU where Ace likes (female) Reader since they were kids and Sabo teases the heck out of his brother for it, but is also his biggest supporter to comfess and get together with their best friend already?

I'm so glad you like my Ace x reader x Sabo poly stories. They're my favorite boys. For obvious reasons, this is an Ace fic, it was also super cute. I hope you like it!

Word Count: 1630

Running a hand through his hair, Ace tilted his head back. It was the ‘anniversary’ of the day he’d met you. 12 years ago today, he’d bumped into you while running down the halls causing trouble. It was shortly before class started and you’d been the new girl headed for your first class. He’d just set up a prank in the teacher’s lounge and was hoping to get away before someone caught him. Thankfully you were as mischievous as he was and had helped him get away. The teachers had exited the lounge, covered in silly string and immediately pinned it on him, knowing how much of a troublemaker he was and suspicious of how close he was to the teacher’s lounge. You’d given the string covered teachers your biggest puppy dog eyes and told them, in your saddest voice, that he had been leading you to your class and to ‘please don’t get mad at him’. When he’d asked why you’d lied to them, you simply stated that seeing your new teachers covered in multicolored silly string had been funny and that you could tell you were going to like him. From then on, the two of you protected each other. You’d protect him from getting caught by the teachers and he’d protect you from the kids on the playground. While the teachers suspected he was still causing trouble, with you at his side, they couldn’t ever get any proof. Naturally, he’d introduced you to Sabo and, later, Luffy. While you were close to all three boys, you hadn’t joined in their brotherhood as the only sister, confusing the poor boy. At the time, he’d wanted you to be a part of their special bond, wanted you to know how important you were to him, but now, he was actually kind of happy you hadn’t.

It had been years ago, as the two of you entered high school that he’d started feeling… different about you. He noticed different things about you; like how pretty your eyes were, how silky and smooth your hair always looked, the lusciousness of your lips. Had you always been so beautiful? It hadn’t taken long for him, or Sabo, to notice his feelings towards you, something Sabo enjoyed repeatedly mocking his brother for. In truth, Sabo was absolutely rooting for his brother’s love life, Ace deserved to have the girl of his dreams and to be happy, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t tease him.

Sitting on the back of Ace’s motorcycle, you couldn’t help but smile, your arms wrapped tightly around him. You loved riding on his bike with him and not just because riding on a motorcycle was fun and exciting. You loved how close it allowed you to be to Ace, loved how you got to hold him, feeling the heat radiating from his body, his scent wafting off of him, your heart pounding as he raced down the streets. It seemed like everything that made Ace, Ace could be found in being on the bike. From his wild, carefree spirit in the way he sped down the roads to his borderline recklessness in how he took sharp turns. His exciting, exhilarating way that he would skid to a stop sideways, to the sweet way he’d always make sure you were okay and that your helmet was always in top condition. The two of you were practically inseparable, almost always found together. If Ace forgot his phone, you were the first person Sabo called, if your parents were wondering where you were, Ace was the person they turned to. Hence why Sabo gave him so much shit about his crush on you.

Walking inside their shared apartment, Sabo grinned, seeing Ace by himself for once, eating a batch of what looked like homemade cookies.

“Oooo, sweets from your girlfriend?” Sabo asked, giving Ace a knowing look.

“What? No! They’re from Y/n! You know I don’t have a girlfriend.” Ace shot back, glaring at his brother as he stuffed another cookie in his mouth.

“So yes, cookies from your girlfriend.” Sabo teased, setting his things down as Ace glared harder.

“She’s not my girlfriend!” Ace growled, even though he knew that Sabo knew that he had a crush on you.

“Really? Could have fooled me with how often you two are together. I think even the barista at her coffee shop thinks you two are dating by now. Though I suppose if you’re not dating her, that’s good news for me. For a lot of guys out there, really. A beauty like her? I’m sure any man would kill for a piece of that.” Sabo said teasingly, even as Ace jumped up from the couch, a furious look on his face.

“The fuck does that mean?! I swear if you’re thinking of asking her out, I’ll kill you in your sleep!” Ace said, the look on his face one of pure anger as he glared at his brother.

“Alright, alright, I won’t ask her out, but you can’t stop me from a little flirting and if she asks me, I’m not saying no, that’s her choice and since you haven’t asked her out, she’s free to date whoever she pleases.” Sabo said, continuing to rile his brother up.

“Over my dead body! You’ll stay the hell away from her or I’ll-” “You’ll what? You can’t control her and it’s not like you’re her boyfriend, although again, you could have fooled me.” Sabo said with a chuckle. Ace was up and over the couch, chasing the blond around as Sabo laughed. He loved when he riled Ace up enough that the boy would chase him in an attempt to kick his ass. He only caught Sabo about half the time and they never did much more than a ‘light’ punch to the shoulder, but it was all in good fun, they were brothers after all. A knock on the door drew them out of their play fighting, Ace’s face lighting up as he scrambled for the door. The look on the boy’s face told Sabo everything he needed to know. You had been planning on coming over and Ace couldn’t wait to see you.

It was a few weeks later, as Ace munched on some brownies that Ace considered what his brother had said. The two of you did hang out a lot and people had thought you were dating before. If you two were giving off those sort of vibes, didn’t that mean they had a point? Besides, he couldn’t deny his attraction to you; he’d known how he felt about you for years, but he’d always worried about if you felt the same way. He was a troublemaker and a punk, he wasn’t particularly intelligent nor did he make a particularly large amount of money. Wouldn’t you be better off with someone else? At the same time, the idea of you getting with someone else infuriated him, to the point where he’d scared off dozens of guys before. Looking down at the, now demolished, brownies, he dusted his fingers of the crumbs before pulling out his phone, he needed to talk to you. Shooting off a text, he took a deep breath. His brother had a point, he needed to tell you how he felt.

Ace squirmed as the two of you sat on the couch for movie night. He hadn’t been able to just tell you he needed to talk to you, so he’d invited you over for a ‘movie night’ and hoped to talk to you at some point. Sighing, you grabbed the remote, hitting pause before turning to him.

“Ace, you’ve been wiggling like you’ve got ants in your pants since we sat down. Not only do I feel every shift, which is highly distracting, but it also makes it very hard to get comfortable. So what’s got you so restless?” you asked, putting your hands on your hips. He swore his heart dropped into his stomach. You’d noticed, you sounded annoyed, he was going to have to tell you how he felt. His heart was pounding out of his chest and his stomach was in so many knots that he felt sick.

“W-well, it’s… you see, there’s something I… you’re…” Ace took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, “Y/n… we’ve, no, I… fuck, why is this so hard.” Ace ran his hand through his hair, closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths, “Would… would you go out with me? Not like friends, but like, go out with me?” Ace asked finally, his eyes squeezed shut, afraid of your rejection. You giggled, putting your hands on Ace’s shoulders before pulling him close, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“I’d love that more than I can say. Maybe this Saturday at our favorite restaurant? Or I hear there’s a fair in town. I’ve always wanted a guy to win one of those stupid, cheap, little toys they hand out.” you said with a sweet smile, Ace staring at you in wonderment.

“I… the fair sounds great. I’ll win you the best stupid, cheap toy they have.” he said with a smile, kissing your forehead before pulling you close, “Though I uh, can we finish the movie? I’d um, I’d like to actually watch it with you and get to hold you close.” he muttered, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

“Alright, but we’re going to have to start from the beginning because I missed so much due to your wiggling.” you teased as you grabbed the remote again. Honestly, it was just an excuse to spend more time in his arms, but neither of you cared, it was simply nice to be snuggled up like this.

#one piece #one piece ace #portgas d. ace #fire fist ace #portgas d ace #ace x reader #fire fist ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #op Ace #hiken no ace x reader #hiken no ace #modern au #fluff

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archivalofsins · 1 year ago

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This probably meaningless but i think a comparison we can draw between kazui and amane is that Kazui has stated that hes seen by his family as a disappointment and Amane is seen as like the ideal good child. I'm probably making shit up but yeah 👍

I am so sorry for the late answer. I thought I had answered and just realized today that I hadn't done that. I don't believe it's meaningless.

I was just discussing the overlapping similarities between the prisoners. Specifically in reference to how they answer the family question. Shidou and Kazui both answer it in a way I find incredibly interesting that leads into the validity of your statement in my opinion.

When asked,

Tell us your family structure the prisoners answer with,

Prisoner 001 Sakurai, Haruka: My father and my mother and me.

Prisoner 002 Kashiki, Yuno: Grandpa, grandma, mum, me, younger brother←Yura.

Prisoner 003 Kajiyama, Futa: Father and older sister.

Prisoner 004 Kusunoki, Mu: Papa, Mama and Mu.

Prisoner 005 Kirisaki, Shidou: Wife and two children.

Prisoner 006 Shiina, Mahiru: Papa, Mama, Mahiru.

Prisoner 007 Mukuhara, Kazui: It’s only me now.

Prisoner 008 Momose, Amane: It was my father, my mother and me.

Prisoner 009 Kayano, Mikoto: My mother, me, and my younger sister. My sister’s a blossoming high school student.

Prisoner 010 Yuzuriha, Kotoko: Grandmother, father, mother, older brother.

Kazui and Shidou both use their marriages/found family or current status within the family to avoid elaborating on the structure of the household they were raised in. Which was one hundred percent the question and others have answered it accurately including Mikoto who we all know doesn't even live with his sister or mom anymore. So, these two just chose to give answers that were convenient for them.

The way they answered makes them the only people in Milgram we don't know the sibling status of yet. Even Amane is alluded to being an older sister through the credits of Magic but that could be a status given to her within the structure of her religion.

So, we don't know if they were raised by single parents or both if they have any younger or older siblings or a twin. Because they've willfully chosen to omit that information by focusing primarily on the households, they've created not their family overall.

Something that in Shidou's case is understandable given he's paired with Mahiru and both of their stories focus on romantic love. So, there being a focus on his marital relationship makes sense in context of his pairing.

It only gets weird when one takes into consideration that the Shidou we see in Throw Down working in the hospital has a mole on between his neck and collar bone. An area that the Shidou in Milgram is conveniently always covering by wearing a turtleneck or some sort of shirt that keeps the area where that identifying mole is hidden at all times.

Going as far as to sleep in a fucking turtleneck in Throw Down for this reason.

Plus, the one time it's alluding to him doing doctor shit it's conveniently shot from an angle where we wouldn't be able to see the mole anyway. Since it's on the right side of his body and we are seeing the left side. Not even touching on the fact that the likelihood of having twins increases if one is a twin themselves and many have speculated the children in Triage are fraternal twins.

This trend of showing this mole off and then covering the person that area when the character that is undoubtedly Shidou is shown continues throughout Triage.

Made even worse through this scene where we see Shidou reaching out to a guy we know isn't him because both of their hair is a different color they are wearing different clothes- And if those two things aren't enough.

Triage expressly shows us they have different fucking haircuts as well.

All something that will remain highly speculative simply because when asked his family structure he conveniently omitted having any parents or siblings and simply focused on his marriage.

Which is better than Kazui who uses the concept of being disowned to omit having any family at all. Yet conveniently mentions his victim was his wife now. Unlike Shidou who at least answered the fucking question even though he scratched it out.

Which is even weirder since the Kazui is paired with someone who's entire story is deeply rooted in familial issues and yet we know nothing about his family. We don't know if he was raised in a two- or single-parent household if the family that he states views him as a disappointment are his parents, in-laws, siblings, cousins etc.

Hell, we don't even know if Hinako was being referred to when in his statement about family viewing him as a disappointment. But we have to assume she is because she's the only fucking person we have confirmation of being his family at any point in time. Even if that confirmation is tentative at best.

We know more about his childhood friend than his family background and nobody seems to have questioned that.

Overall, I don't think you're making shit up or reaching, but we have so little information on Shidou and Kazui's families that pursuing this train of thought is damn near impossible. It's made even weirder for Shidou because he states this in his second written interrogation.

So, his family was greatly involved in him getting into this relationship but he just omits them because technically they're not apart of my immediate family structure anymore. Like okay sir do you have a mom? A father? Siblings? Like what the hell? You got to know your wife through your family you can't mention them now? Okay...alright whatever.

#milgram #kazui mukuhara #shidou kirisaki

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shelbgrey · 2 years ago

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Suspicious minds(Sodapop Curtis)

Chapter 1: good morning Tulsa Oklahoma

I woke up to the brightness of the sun leaking through the window blinds above my bed. I let out a groan and stretched out my stiff limbs. As I proceeded to try and get some more sleep before work my door was pushed open a little more aggressive than it should. Out of instinct I grabbed my switchblade from under my pillow and sat up quickly.

"woah kid it's only us" my brother Two-bit said with a smirk ans his hands up. I let out a sigh in relief glad it was only my siblings and not our step dad.

My little sister Danneel or Diggs as we call her jump on my bed. "come on get up! Me and pony are supposed go to the library today" she said tugging on my arm. Diggs is the youngest out of the three of us and She's only 13. She's technically our half sister due to the fact when out mom remarried she got pregnant with Diggs before she died. We don't care though she's our sister and we try our hardest to protect each other from our step dad.

When my brother and sister left I quickly changed for work. I slipped on a faded Elvis shirt and slid my DX shirt over it leaving the buttons open. Before I left my room a shoved my switchblade into my ripped jeans. I looked in the mirror and pulled my brown hair into a high ponytail. I grumbled hating how much it's grown out. To be honest I didn't care how I looked I just made sure I was clean and presentable. I also didn't look like my brother, I was shorter than him and my eyes our brown while his pure blue. Diggs is the only one in our family that really has any resemblance to me.

When I was done I jogged down the stairs to see my step father passed out drunk in his chair and my siblings setting outside on the porch.

"you guys ready?" I asked locking the front door. They both nodded and we started to walk down the street. Our house was close the Curits house so we always walked. It wasn't the safest choice for us greaser but for some reason we didn't care but Diggs hasn't walked by herself since Jonny was jumped. She would always get picked up by Darry or walk in between me and Two-bit on the street.

When we turned down the street were the curits house was Diggs sprinted ahead of us when she saw Pony by the gate. She wrapped her arms around him as Pony picked her up playfully.

Everyone except those two knew they like each other. "break it up love birds" I chuckled which earned me a kick in the but by her.

"real mature" I teased and opened the front door to the house. Everyone except Dally was here today. Steve and Jonny were watching Mickey mouse, which of course Two-bit pushed his way through to get to the TV. Darry was in the kitchen and Soda was out of sight.

"morning y/n" Darry said as I walked into the kitchen. "hay Darry"

I hopped into the counter as Darry continued to move around the kitchen. Me and him were pretty close. He was protective of me, hell all of them were just the perk of being the only girl in the gang. Me and Darry were basically the parents of the group so we always worked together to keep everyone in one piece.

"have you eaten anything yet?" Darry asked shouting the stove off. "no didn't have time, I over slept" Darry then proceeded to hand me a plate of eggs and bacon. "well eat something before work"

"thanks dar" I smiled and sat the table as Darry called out to Diggs and told her the same thing. She walked into the kitchen with Jonny and sat down with me. As I was eating my eyes were suddenly covered.

"good morning Birdie" it was soda. He was the only one who uses that nickname other than Darry. I guess everyone uses it but most of the time it's y/n or little bird. If your wondering how my name came to be just talk to my brother. Aprently when I was a baby I'd make bird noises, then because I'm small for my age I earned the name "little bird"

"hay Soda" I smiled then immediately slapped his chest playfully as he stole a piece of bacon off my plate.

"hay" he laughed and ran off. I chased him around his small house in till he eventually wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to the ground of the living room. As my back was pushed to the ground he started tickling me.

"soda s-stop!" I laughed and squirmed around trying to get away. I eventually grabbed his wrists and pushed him to his back stealing his DX hat in the process. "quit flerting with my sister will ya" Two-bit said not taking his eyes of the TV.

"shut up Keith" I said using his real name. He didn't like it but me and Diggs got away with it. I looked over to soda and his goofy smiled made me crack into laughter.

"guys we gotta go" Steve said making us break eye contact and look over to our best friend. Me, soda, and Steve were definitely the three amigos.

Steve was the only one who i told about my crush on soda. I knew he would keep the secret because he cared about our friendship just as much as I did. I told him I wouldn't tell soda how I felt because if he didn't feel the same it would be weird between us or possibly breaking our friendship and Steve would be in the middle. I didn't tell Two-bit because he would tell him by accident.

When we made it the DX station our boss was at the register ready to assign our jobs for the day. "Steve, soda your in the garage, and y/n your at the register" I sighed walking to my spot. I was always stuck here and I hated it. I knew everything about cars, maybe even more than Steve but it was very rare out boss let me in the garage.

Hours went by and nothing happened it was a very slow day which was nice. We had about an hour or less before we closed up for today so was setting on a stole behind the counter counting money. The peace was shattered by a certain blond crashing her way through the front entrance of the station.

"where's soda?" she snapped. I slowly looked up not in the mood for her crap.

"he's busy Sandy" I said with the same snappy attitude she gave me.

"that doesn't answer my question" she said walking closer the counter with her arms crossed. I sighed and slammed the money drawer closed. "where he always is, in the garage" she rolled her eyes and stomped into the garage. Before the door to the garage closed it was immediately pushed open by an oil covered Steve. He looked a little frustrated as he opened the cooler and pulled out a coke.

"I really hate that girl" he sighed chugging have of his drink. "your not the only one" I sighed rubbing my face.

"you know that bitch Is just using him" he grumbled glaring at the door Sandy used to get into the garage. "yeah and if we talk to soda about him he'll get upset or get mad at us for accusing her" I explained to him.

"I wish he would have had the guts to go after you" Steve whispered. My head shot up and raised an eyebrow. "ummm never mind."

"no, what are you talking about" I said to Steve. He sighed. "he used to have a crush on you but he thought you wouldn't go for him because he thought you just saw him as a brother, then he got in his head you like Dally so he gave up and went for the first girl that he saw"

I sighed and rubbed my face in frustration. I really didn't want to believe him. "Steve just stop" I sighed. Steve looked down the looked back at the sadness in my eyes. "I'm sorry I said anything y/n" he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his chest. He smelled like cheep cologne and oil but I didn't care I returned his hug glade I was getting a little bit of comfort.

The sound of the door opening broke us apart and we turned to see soda and Sandy. "time to close up guys" he said. I thought I saw a hint of jealously in his eyes but it was probably just my imagination. I rolled my eyes at Sandy's smug smile.

"hay why don't the four of us head to the movie theater tonight?" Soda asked with his movie star smile. I quickly turned him down not wanting to deal with Sandy or watch her try to get into his pants the whole night.

"sorry Pepsi, not tonight" his disappointment broke me but I would get backlash from his bitch of a girlfriend if I hung out with them. Steve would probably get his girl Evie and the four would double date.

"I'm gonna head to the house bye boys" I said leaving. I sighed when I was finally along. When I walked out of the building I saw Sandy's car. It was nice showing she's was a Soc. It took a lot of self restraint to not pull out my switchblade and stab her tires.

#sodapop x reader #Sodapop Curtis #Sodapop Curtis imagines #Ponyboy Curtis #ponyboy curtis x reader #Darry Curtis X reader #Darry Curtis #The Outsiders #Dally Winston #Dallas Winston #Dally Winston x reader #johnny cade #johnny cade x reader #two bit mathews #two bit matthews x reader #Steve Randle #Steve Randle x reader #s. e. hinton

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lumine-no-hikari · 26 days ago

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #313

I was asked by someone very close to me to start saying one compliment to myself in the mirror at least once a day. He wanted me to try to learn to think more positively of myself. Today, I said, "I am a reliable partner." Hey, Sephiroth? Maybe you can try it, too, if you want to.

Today was another really busy day. Shortly after waking up and getting ready, J and I went to a small gathering with his biological family - his mother, his father, his sister, and his remaining brother.

…Daniel is not with us. His absence is felt.

The purpose of the gathering was to combine everyone's birthdays into a single celebratory thing so that the parents don't have to be bothered with acknowledging their children until the next holiday or birthday gathering; they'd much rather work than interact with their children or get to know them as people, outside of the idea that "we have a grandchild now, which means we've won at life".

…It's a little sad. It's as though they've learned nothing from Daniel's death, and… sometimes I get really impatient with this.

I gotta try a little harder to remember that different folks are at different spots on their healing journey. And sometimes, the spot where people like to stay is "not started" or "not even acknowledging that I gotta heal; just gonna keep marching on these broken legs and pretend it's normal".

…It's kind of a mess. I was present because J wanted me there, not only for the sake of it, but for emotional support. J's sister and remaining brother behave in ways that are reflective of the trauma they received as a result of being raised by parents who treat their children as afterthoughts or obligations instead of as people worth knowing, and that trauma plays out in how the brother acts towards his child and in how the brother and sister interact with each other.

It's all triggers and old scripts, and the result is suffering that could be prevented if they spent more time self-reflecting and working on breaking their conditioning. And it's painful to witness, because… they're good people.

…Well. I got some photos from our outing. Here; this is the plate of pizza I wished I could give to you:

...And here's some of the scenery:

...When I got home, I steamed some salmon in my rice cooker. Here's how I do it in mine:

First, you take out the bowl from the rice cooker and fill it to the 6 line of the "sweet rice" meter:

...Then you put it back into the rice cooker:

You put the steamer basket into the bowl:

...Then you cover it in parchment paper...

...You'll need about 2 pounds (or roughly 900 grams) of salmon...

...You'll stick it in the steamer basket, on top of the parchment paper.

Fold the parchment paper over the salmon...

...Then close the lid.

Press the "menu" button until the little arrow is next to the "steam" setting, and then you press the big orange "start" button:

It'll beep after 40 minutes, and then...

...Just make sure to check it by cutting it open in thick places, and by making sure that where the two fillets touch are cooked. Sometimes things get weird depending on how you arrange it in the rice cooker; try not to overlap any parts of the salmon fillets, because overlapped parts tend to remain raw, for some reason.

I sauteed some mushrooms to go with it, in some butter. These are shiitake, portobello, and maitake:

Mushrooms shrink a lot. That's normal. Once they're cooked, you just throw a little salt on 'em:

...And then you put your yummies into a bowl. Want some...?

...Have some tea, too:

...It's maybe not the prettiest tea after it's sweetened and stuff, but it tastes good, and I find it calming.

...I'm a little tired. The last few days have been rather busy, and so it aches a little more than usual to think of all the things I'm not in a position to give you. Like tea. And snacks. And walks in pretty places.

...Tomorrow, J and I will fly out to a place that is west of us and hang out there for a while before coming home. I'm gonna try to get lots of nice pictures and maybe even video of our adventures for you. It'll be good, I hope.

I got the supplies I need in order to test out the cake I intend to make for you on the winter solstice. Though I'm not sure when I'm gonna get a chance to actually bake it. Tomorrow is a trip. The day after that is appointments. The day after that, I'll be helping a friend and hanging out at her house. The next few days seem packed, and although I'm grateful for the opportunity to spend time with others and to be helpful in some way, I guess I still feel maybe a little frazzled.

Ah well. I'll handle it. It'll be okay.

Up at 6am tomorrow. It is 9:18pm. I had better stop writing in favor of getting ready for sleep.

I love you. Please stay safe out there so I can show you and tell you all about so many more things, okay? Even if I can't give them to you directly, maybe if you keep reading the things I write, someday you'll have all the skills you need to give yourself all the things I wish I could share with you.

I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

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nardonotes · 2 months ago

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16 sep '24

8:18pm

IM SO TIRED!!!!! MY BODY HURTS!!!!!!!! I WANT TO SLEEP BUT I ALSO HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO DO!!!!!!!!!! (ᴗ_ ᴗ。) but today my alarm woke me up at 7am but i stayed in bed till 7:40... i slept well too and had a crazy dream but i forgot what happened,,, i just rmbr it being crazy (good-ish?) to the point where i wanted to go back to sleep to finish it but ended up just forcing myself out of bed,, fufufuff~ and THEN i went to class :< which is actually a :> cause it was fun! i did some black and white designs for design class and the two hours passed by so fast,, after that i had a 3 hrs break and just walked home, rest for a bit, then went out to town to send my cv to this photo printing shop (fujifilm) for my work experience. they said they dont usually take work experience (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) but it's ok cause i have two other places i can apply for work experience (it's mandatory in my course) i been going to fujifilm for years now, literally since it opened too, they know my name and email off by heart cause i always get my film develop there so i really hope they let me in!!!! it's only till christmas sniff.... BUT ANYWAYS, after i gave them that- i went to buy a sketchbook cause my lecturer said it would be a good idea just to have one where i can draw whatever and i bought one (1) pencil LOL.

then had a 2 hours class right after, but it was chill. nothing too serious and just worked on updating my cv and cover letter :3 after class, I WENT HOME AND ATE :D i dont usually like chicken but THIS CHICKEN WAS REALLY FUCKING GOOD MAN,,, i had it with rice and it was so filling. and while i was washing my dishes, my sisters arrived home and AFTER THEY ate,, we went to the park with my sisters friend and her baby. he's so big now sniff,, i rmbr when he was literally a few months old and tiny af. now he looks about 3 years old but hes only 1 years old. they're leaving to live in amsterdam in a month or two and it's so sad cause i only just got closer to her. it's ok tho cause amsterdam is close enough, and her parents still live here so she'll be in and out i think :)) we got gelato before going home and i got kinder bueno flavoured (THE LAST SCOOP TOO) it was so good. i dont usually eat ice cream out of the blue like that, i usually get a drink instead but since it was just a scoop i had some.

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what a long ass day fr,, i know im going to sleep good tonight too. i bought Notes of a Crocodile, The Analects of Confucius, and The Temple of the Golden Pavilion on my kobo (ereader). I do plan to buy the physical copies of all three, but not right now and it was just cheaper to buy it on the ereader.. I've read a few chapters of the temple of the golden pavilion before but never continued but my bestiana spoiled the ending and now i want to finish it bc the ending was a good ahh ending (imo). i can't wait to read before i sleep tonight,, reading so fun huhuhhu..... (⸝⸝⸝╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝)

these days, i've been really into my lil tech stuff again and i really want to homebrew a ps vita. i homebrewed my old nintendo 3ds but sold it for a [REDACTED] reason lol. i think a ps vita is cooler anyways. i also been really into micro journalling and coding. btw i cant code but i do like listening to ppl talk about coding and what they've coded. i wish i was smart enough to do allat.. i think i could if i really put my heart to it but right now i'm really liking my course. ill probably talk about it some more in the future but for now, i have written a fucking book and nobody reading allat!!! so im going to do my little me time before bed time and then go to sleep ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

goodnight to me, and my precious bed, and my precious favourite girl in the world and and and- [GUNSHOTS]

#nardo24 #nardo sep '24

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honeymoonn111 · 11 months ago

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i don't think society truly understands the impact parents have on their kids. and i'm not just talking about neglect and the ability to express oneself. parents are supposed to be a kids foundation, their origin and structure to live in this rapidly developing world. as we've come to find out there's no step by step play book on how to manage being a person, there never will be. but that doesn't mean there aren't people who can help. there will always be. the first who are supposed to lead by example, are our parents. they're the ones who see us after we're born, the ones who see us grow. not to mention the fact that they're the ones to create and give birth to us?? from the start, we are supposed to learn from our parents because that is their role in our lives. but then come people who don't want to be parents, who aren't ready, who were forced, who were deceived. these people are wrongfully given the opportunity to raise another human being, and that's majority of the reason why we have so many messed up people in the world today.

when we learn from people who haven't fully matured themselves, then we obviously pick up unhealthy habits. when we're raised by people who weren't able to receive love themselves, it's more likely they won't be able to express it either. neglectful, overbearing, obsessive, protective, abusive, you can name whatever type of parent you want. the consequences are a lot more grave than the actions of those who caused such turmoil. amongst the children, amongst the siblings, you can evidently describe the impact their parents had on them. now, with multiple siblings you might get different versions of consequences throughout the oldest to the youngest. but if you have different generations with a good distance between, you are at the risk of repeating history.

from experience, parents freaking suck. both the ones who share blood and those who think it's their responsibility to raise you just because other's have failed. i was a mirror for my mom, i was multiple mirrors for my mom. i was one where she looked back and saw her mistakes, i was another where she took her accomplishments and forced them down my throat, i was another where her flaws shown brightly which made her hate herself, and i was another where she took my happiness and threw it in a fire. i was various mirrors for my mom. mirrors i broke myself, mirrors i'm still trying to break, and mirrors that seem impenetrable.

if i had to name my worst mirror, it would be my smallest one. in a tiny corner, dust covered, but the most daunting one in my head, is the mirror i share with my sister. the same mirror that wasn't replicated, but passed down. inherited. the mirror is small because no one pays attention to it, no one sees it, and no one cares about it. but my sister and i are forced to look into that mirror everyday. we are constant reminders to each other of our mom. we are constant reminders to our mom, of how she failed us both. but who knows if she truly sees it.

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feuqueerfire · 2 years ago

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So Long, See You Tomorrow Live Blogging

I have many things on the to-watch list but just added this last night and am just in the mood to watch it, I think.

I watched that baseball -> lashing out -> "hey" *kiss* scene on twitter again (I originally saw it a month ago) and decided to just watch it today instead of what I was supposed to watch. From the summary know that it's a 40-something-year-old man going to parallel universes.

1995 Autumn, Daegu

wait did they only know each other for 1 year before the younger dude moved away? I should go back to check if that's what's being said but ah I'll figure it out later maybe

oh Canada

oh dang the hyung's mother and hyung going out of control

oh, so the reason they only knew each other for a year is cuz of that

2020 Autumn, Daegu

oh, gay bar

oof, mans got stood up on his date at the gay bar

oh, an old student of his had seen him at the bar and he's trying to cover his reason for being there but at least the student Juho seems fine and says he won't tell anybody

haha a rascal-ish teenage niece who leaves her own home and comes to his house and wants to stay there

damn wait, Juho calls him the next morning and is saying he knows where he lives? um

oof Dongjoon's noona has stomach cancer

ah, Dongjoon running away from his own parents yelling up to the hyung's house, encountering hyung's father who gives him some money and the mother who seems... subdued, not knowing that soon she'll be dead and the hyung will lose it

oh the little hand-twirling thing Dongjoob did before giving his niece a book was first done by the hyung to him

oh damn the Little Hippo date that stood him up was actually the student Juho but Juho hadn't realized until he went to the bar

oof Dongjoon talking about the students making fun of him and lashing out at Juho

the hyung (I can't remember his name rip) had such an effect on Dongjoon like it's been 25 years and yet in his mannerisms and actions, we see it intertwined with the past when he learned from the hyung

bro the niece's mom won't die during this operation right

oh whelp the sister said she knows everything and supports Dongjoob, so I feel like she wn't make it lol

ah Juho left for America but left Dongjoon a kind voicemail before doing so

2020 Autumn, Seoul

this English literature class seems so fucking dull my goodness Dongjoon-ssi

idgi was the groom of the wedding someone that Dongjoon liked or had a relationship with or something?

wait, I'm confused? I thought we already knew about the cancer thing? Or I guess actually this Seoul thing is before Daegu and Dongjoon had actually known about the noona cancer before she told him and that stuff happened after this stuff

aw, he's cute with the David Copperfield mans and his kid, if this was a BL and not so angsty so far, I might've hoped that he ends up with their little family

oh he's bringing the girl to the dinner with his father's family?

?! his father just mentioning that he caught Donghoong and that hyung kissing?!?!?!?! during this meal with his whole family?

omg now Dongjoong lying saying that the girl is his daughter pls idek what's going on I'm so stressed

oh he'd told his father that next week his sister's having her cancer surgery - this was a week before the surgery, so before he was told not to tell the father by his sister

wait Dongjoon's telling David Copperfield that he went to the states in the exchange program as a student but will tell Juho that he regrets not going?

also David Copperfield so similar to Dongjoon himself

oh Maybe Is The Greatest pain is the novel by the Korean-American author who briefly lived in Daegu. I kept wondering if this author would be Dongjoon's hyung but the author name is different I think from MDL hyung's name Edit: actually, MDL doesn't even have the character names lol

oh wait... I'm confused and just realized? is this a different timeline lol? bro I'm so dumb I kept being like I thought this was sci-fi with parallel universes? but this 2020 Autumn is the parallel universes. first one he was at daegu, didn't attend the meal with his father's family, had the conversation with Little Hippo. second time he met this David Copperfield guy and the kid and they'll go on a date and he's not in touch with his niece much but he does go and visit the hospital where his sister's having the operation

in the first one he hadn't gone to the exchange trip in America and had stayed in daegu. in the second one he'd gone to America, come back and stayed in seoul

2020 Autumn, Busan

damn, a son?! who lives with Dongjoon's father in Daegu

this novel will really make its appearance in every timeline - is the author the hyung? wish i remembered his name lol

oh here's the clip I saw on twitter of the baseball scene and sad Dongjoon and the kiss

oof I really just T.T can't deal with parents abandoning kids and it's so T.T

ah this poor kid T.T

ah Dongjoon and mother conversation T.T

I do wonder why Dongjon lost contact with his noona Donghee in this universe

in all these universes, Dongjoon has some sort of foil who reflects himself back to him; first Juho, then David Copperman guy, now his son Minho

ah Dongjoon said Kang Hyun, so that is indeed the hyung's name and that he left for America a year later

ohh I was thinking that these ending 10-15 minutes seem like they don't belong to a specific universe, they're the same in all 3 and Dongjoon narrates that "But all those stories would end the same way. He exists in all parallel universes. He was my universe"

Overall Thoughts

No matter what I think about the story/character/acting in these types of movies like this, along with His (2020), Life: Love On The Line, Your Name Engraved Herein, they make me feel a certain way. Even if I don't cry, some parts make have slightly glassy eyes and my chest constricts with the emotions. These feel human in a specific way and I can't take it always, but these drawn-out, slice-of-life movies where young men are separated and then reunite to be friends/lovers decades later is so good. Also I thought it was funny that I kept waiting for the parallel universes to come into it without realizing when we'd slipped into a different universe lol Also, this whole movie we got to see how Kang Hyun affected Dongjoon but Dongjoon affected Kang Hyun enough for him to write about parallel universes in his novel

Rating: 6.5/10

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lucrezia-thoughts · 2 years ago

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From Here to Eternity

Chapter Two: I see you shiver with antici...pation...

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader

Warning(s): mentions of past bullying, Mike being a little shit, smoking, reference to drug dealing, strained parental relationship, Dustin told you the truth about Hawkins but you don't believe him... yet...

Series Summary: You’ve just moved to Hawkins from Philadelphia in the middle of your last semester of senior year. On your first day, you end up enthralled by the freak of Hawkins High School…

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"Fizzgig!" Setting your sandwich down, you happily got to your feet and wrapped Dustin in a warm hug; placing a kiss on his forehead before letting him go to do the same to Mike, completely missing Eddie mouthing 'fizzgig' to the other boys snickering at the table. "Wait, where's Lucas?"

"First the NeverEnding Story, now this-" Dustin grumbled before moving on as he slid into the seat next to you- "he's sitting with the basketball team, but the real question is what are you doing here?" he asked, cheeks bright red from both the nickname and the kiss you'd given him.

"You knew I was starting school today, Fizzgig," you answered with a laugh as you sat back down next to Eddie, whose narrowed eyes kept bouncing between you and Dustin.

"Well, yeah, I knew that-" Dustin conceded before continuing to clarify- "but what are you doing here-" he jabbed his index finger down against the top of the lunch table- "as in sitting with Hellfire?"

"You're a part of- oh my god!" You sat back far enough to have both Dustin and Eddie in your sights, eyes wide as you looked between the two of them before bringing your shaking hands up to cover your mouth, "Hellfire is the cool D & D club you've been telling me about?" Dustin nodded his head desperately. "So Eddie must be- oh my god! Dusty, I'm so sorry!"

Your first days in Hawkins had been filled to the brim with Dustin's excited rambling about how he'd found a new group that played dungeons and dragons (since Will had moved to California, breaking up his original party) and how cool the dungeon master was. You knew Dustin had been bullied growing up, not only for his cleidocranial dysplasia but also for his interests, so you'd been really happy to know that he'd found a group that shared his likes and didn't look down on him for them. You also thought his little hero worship of the dungeon master was adorable. So, when he'd begged you not to use his nickname in front of his new friends, you'd ruffled his hair and made a promise that you wouldn't- a promise that you'd just unknowingly broken.

"Eddie must be what?" Eddie's voice broke through your mortified panicking.

You shook your head in response to him and scrambled to shove your lunch back into your backpack as you tried to force out another apology, "I-I'm so sorry, Dustin, I should really go, let you guys talk D & D or-" you stumbled slightly as you got to your feet, but a hand on each of your wrists stopped you. On your left, Dustin and on your right, Eddie; the grip of both of them keeping you from leaving the table.

"You don't have to go-" Dustin pleaded guiltily at the same time that Eddie simply said, "stay."

Your brow furrowed as you glanced back and forth between Eddie and Dustin. "I don't want to impose, I'm not even part of this club-" you began to reason (mostly with Dustin) as you tried to extract yourself from both boys, but were surprised when Eddie cut you off and stroked his thumb over the inside of your wrist.

"I brought you and I want you... here-" turning to look at Eddie, your breath caught in your throat at the intensity you found in his gaze- "please stay, princess."

"O-okay," you murmured after a charged moment where everything but Eddie began to fade away. From your left, Dustin cocked his head to the side as he watched Eddie gently tug you back down into your seat; trying to figure out what exactly was happening between his pseudo sister and his dungeon master.

"You just gonna stand there all lunch, Fizzgig?" the boy sitting on Eddie's other side teased Dustin and you felt your heart break at the fact that you'd given him the ammunition.

"Gareth, shut up- leave Henderson alone," Eddie snapped causing everyone to turn towards him in surprise.

After a few tense moments of silence while they all looked back and forth between each other, the Hellfire Club slowly began resuming their conversations and you quietly sat back and dug your lunch out of your backpack once more. As you ate, you tried to fade into the background and just listen to their excited chatter. Dustin and Mike were talking very animatedly, but too low for you to hear while Gareth and the other boys around Eddie were squabbling with him about his new campaign.

"Listen, all I'm saying is if you're this excited about it-" Gareth pointed a carrot accusingly at Eddie- "it's bound to be sadistic."

"Victory won in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds is most sweet," Eddie defended himself, opening his arms dramatically as he bowed his head; his knee brushing against yours as he shifted in his seat. You kept your gaze on your sandwich to avoid looking over at Eddie and letting him see just how much the small contact effected you.

"But they're not seemingly insurmountable- they actually are insurmountable-" Dustin argued, momentarily breaking away from his conversation with Mike to make his point- "you wiped out everyone but Jeff with your last one! And he only made it out with two hit points left!"

"Exactly, Jeff survived-" Eddie leaned towards Dustin, pushing the front of his baseball cap down as he spoke- "thus, seemingly insurmountable."

Settling back in his seat, Eddie turned his attention towards you, "so- how do you know Henderson, princess?" Though the boys around you pretended to be invested in their conversation, you could see them all trying to subtly lean closer towards you and Eddie.

"He's my little br-" you began, but Dustin cut in and beat you to it.

"She's my sister!" he all but shouted, causing both you and Eddie to look at him with wide eyes and raised brows as Mike elbowed him in the side.

"Dude, chill out," Mike hissed and Dustin's head whipped around towards Mike.

"But she is my sister- you just said-" Dustin protested, incredulity lacing his frantic tone as he shifted around in his seat to bicker with Mike.

"I've known him his whole life, but we're not actually related-" you clarified while Dustin's attention was diverted; pulling your chair closer to Eddie as you explained your relationship with Dustin, your knee slotting between Eddie's legs and his between yours- "his mom is my godmother and my mom and I are living with them... for the foreseeable future, at least."

You could feel the soft brush of his curls against your cheek as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, "has he always been like this about you interacting with someone of the opposite sex?"

You bit your lip and shook your head, "no, I don't think he's ever been like this before-" you searched your memory before continuing- "but I've also never been around him while I was really... talking with a guy."

"Talking?" Eddie questioned, not missing your momentary pause, and you could feel his lips stretching into a grin against the shell of your ear.

"Yes, talking-" you repeated before pulling back far enough to look him in the eye- "how else would you describe what we've been doing?" you challenged with a smile.

"Talking-" he chuckled, letting his eyes flick down to your lips for a moment- "definitely talking."

The rest of the lunch period consisted of Eddie sneaking glances at you, you sneaking glances at Eddie, and Dustin gawking at both of you until the bell rang. Hoisting your backpack on, you stepped away from the lunch table to walk with Eddie only to be met with Dustin standing determinedly in front of you. "Dusty?"

"I can walk you to your next class!" he squawked, very obviously looking only at you.

As you opened your mouth to ask him just what was going on, you noticed Mike smirking from behind Dustin and his behavior instantly began to make sense. After all, you could still remember just how difficult Mike had been to Nancy when she began dating Steve. With a sigh, you turned to Eddie, "I'll just be a minute."

After Eddie nodded, you guided Dustin a bit away from Mike. "Fizzgig, what did Mike say to you?"

"Nothing!" Dustin denied, entirely too fast to be truthful.

"Fizzgig," you implored, brows raising as you waited for him to tell you the truth.

"Okay-" Dustin's shoulders slumped as he began to tell you what Mike had told him- "he said Eddie liked you and that when you two start dating, we'd lose our dungeon master because all he'd do is kiss you all the time and then there'd be no more Hellfire Club and no more D & D and-"

"Dusty, we just met today-" you interrupted, embarrassment making your face feel like it was on fire as you tried not to laugh- "did you immediately start dating and kissing Suzie all the time when you first met her?"

Looking scandalized, Dustin shook his head, "no!"

"So, why would you think that is what would happen here?" You gave Dustin a small smile before continuing, "besides, Eddie's just being nice because it's my first day and we're partnered up for an English project."

Dustin narrowed his eyes at you, "he's not just being nice. A man knows when another man likes someone," he said, puffing out his chest. You couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up out of your mouth at his declaration and his shoulders slumped; all the wind leaving his sails. "Really?"

Pulling him into a tight hug, you placed a kiss on his cheek. "I love you, Fizzgig." You smiled when you felt his arms wrap around your waist to hug you back.

"I love you too, Kira," Dustin mumbled into your shoulder.

"I'm gonna let Eddie walk me to class now, since we're both in the same one, and I'll meet you at my car this afternoon to take you home, okay?" You murmured as you let Dustin step back from the hug.

Nodding, Dustin walked back over to Mike while Eddie made his way to you. You grinned as you saw Dustin elbow Mike in the side as they walked out of the cafeteria. "That was all Wheeler's fault, right?" Eddie questioned, holding his arm out for you to take.

You laughed in response, looping your arm through his, "oh yeah."

The rest of your day flew by with Eddie taking you to and from each of your classes; making sure to sit next to you during any classes you shared. Luckily, your assessment about Hawkins being two years in the past had proven true; at least in terms of what they were teaching, so you were able to sneak glances at Eddie throughout your classes and still be able to keep up with what was being discussed. When the final bell of the day rang, Eddie walked you out to the parking lot; pulling out a cigarette and lighting up as soon as he was out the doors.

"So, when are we going to start working on this Beowulf thing?" Eddie asked as he exhaled his most recent pull of his cigarette; the white smoke billowing out of his mouth and nose as he followed you.

"How about this weekend?" you posed, digging through your bag for your keys once you reached your car to avoid letting him see just how anxious you were about his answer.

"Saturday night work for you?"

Tugging your keys from the front pouch, you looked up and grinned as an idea came to you. "Yeah-" you agreed; snatching the cigarette from Eddie's grip as he brought it to his lips to take a drag- "Saturday night works for me." Wrapping your lips around the end of the cigarette, you sucked the menthol laced smoke into your mouth before exhaling it slowly. "Your place or mine, master?" you teased.

Moving closer to you, Eddie let his hand ghost up your arm, along your wrist, and over your fingers to bring your hand to his mouth. He locked eyes with you as he brought the cigarette, that was still between your fingers, to his lips and slowly inhaled. "Mine, princess-" he breathed, smoke swirling out from his nose and mouth again- "I can teach you how to... really suck it when we're done." He grinned (his double entendre having the desired effect on you) as he took his cigarette from your stunned grasp and flicked the ash off the end of it before taking a step back when Dustin approached the car. "Henderson," Eddie addressed Dustin with a nod before walking off towards the woods behind the school; leaving you to quickly fix your expression before Dustin caught wise.

"Does he walk home?" you pondered aloud; shaking yourself out of your stupor as you unlocked your car for Dustin.

"No, he's going to deal," Dustin explained, tossing his backpack into the back seat before freezing in place as he looked wide eyed at something behind you.

"Deal? Deal what?" you questioned, but furrowed your brow when you took in his unmoving form on the passenger side of your car. "Dusty?"

The sound of Chrissy calling your name clued you in to the reason behind Dustin's behavior and you turned around to offer your friend a smile. "Hi Chrissy, what's up?"

"I just wanted to apologize for Jason earlier-" she said with a frown that quickly morphed into a conspiratorial grin when she leaned forward to whisper- "and ask how it was to be Eddie's victim."

"Chrissy!" you gasped before you both devolved into a fit of giggles. "I can't believe you just asked me that!"

"I'm sorry, but I've been wondering about it since Bio!" she laughed. "Oh! I'm sorry- I didn't realize you weren't alone." Holding out her hand over your car, she smiled brightly at Dustin. "Hi! I'm Chrissy."

You really thought Dustin's eyes were going to pop out of his head when he took Chrissy's hand in his to shake nervously, "h-hi Chrissy, I'm Dustin."

"He's my brother," you explained to her.

"Oh! You play D & D, right?" she asked and you had to hide your smile when he nodded his head so hard that his hat fell off.

"He's part of Hellfire-" Chrissy turned and gaped at you- "yeah, I know. That was a fun revelation I made at lunch," you whispered to her. "But we can talk more tomorrow, okay? I've got to get Dustin home before his mom has a cow," you moved to get into your car, but Chrissy grabbed your hand that had Eddie's name and number on it and added hers underneath.

"Call me tonight, okay?" Chrissy smiled at you and you chuckled and nodded.

"I will," you promised, climbing into the car when Chrissy bounced away. Reaching out to put the key in the ignition, you were prevented from doing so when Dustin grabbed your hand and flipped it so your palm was up.

"Eddie gave you his number?" he squeaked. "He totally likes you!"

"He gave it to me for the project, Fizzgig. Remember? The one I told you about at lunch," you sighed, backing out of your parking spot and making your way to Dustin's house.

"But he wrote it on your hand!" Dustin argued.

"So did Chrissy, does that mean she likes me too?" you reasoned; glancing quickly at him when he failed to answer you. You bit back a laugh as you took in his frustrated expression from trying to find a way to refute your logic. "And you never answered my question from earlier."

"What question?" he asked, scrambling out of the car once you reached his house.

"What does Eddie deal?" you clarified.

"Drugs. He does it in the woods behind school." Dustin shrugged as he walked into the house, leaving you to your thoughts. You knew your mother would not be happy about the idea of you going to the home of a known drug dealer; honestly, she wouldn't even want you to associate with him at all. But, the more you thought about it, the more you found you didn't care. Your relationship with your mother was strained anyway and it wasn't like she'd even know you were going to his place. She hadn't left her room since the two of you got to Hawkins.

Before you knew it, it was Saturday afternoon- the rest of the school week having been a blur of flirting with Eddie, giggling and bonding with Chrissy, and getting to know the Hellfire Club. Lucas had joined the group at lunch on Thursday and you'd been sad to see how stilted Dustin and Mike had been with him; making a mental note to talk to Dustin about Lucas joining the basketball team and how it was okay that he wanted to branch out.

With a sigh, you flipped through the clothes in your closet as you and Chrissy tried to plan your outfit for when you went to Eddie's. "I just don't know, Chrissy!"

"It's okay, we've got this-" Chrissy assured you from her spot perched cross legged on the end of your bed- "we're going to find the perfect outfit for your master."

Whipping your head around, mouth hanging open, you found Chrissy chortling and you reached for your pillow to whack her shoulder. "I can't believe you just said that!"

"I'm sorry! I'm s-orry!" Chrissy forced out between bouts of laughter as she grabbed your other pillow to defend herself. "I couldn't help it!"

"Yes you could!" you gasped back, both of you dissolving into giggle fits. As your breathing slowly returned to normal, you let your head fall to the side to look at Chrissy. "If I'm dressing for my master, I should get a maid outfit like Magenta..."

Chrissy sat up and shook her head, failing miserably at trying to hide her grin, "no! You're going to see your Eddie- you need an outfit like Columbia!"

"Sparkly hot pants it is!"

You'd been thrilled when Chrissy commented on a doodle you'd drawn of Frank-N-Furter in the corner of your Biology notebook on Wednesday; saying it had been a good likeness. You'd thought when you left Philadelphia you were leaving behind all of your friends that liked to go to the midnight movie with you, but Chrissy was quick to invite you to go with her on Saturday when she'd often sneak away to Indianapolis to see the movie.

She said it was a secret she'd kept from the cheerleading squad and Jason, knowing they'd never understand, but she'd loved the movie ever since her older cousin had introduced it to her last fall when he came home from college for her families Thanksgiving dinner. That invite had actually been how she'd found out that you were going to Eddie's, since you had to tell her Saturday wouldn't work for you.

"Do you actually have sparkly hot pants?" Chrissy gawked at you and you shook your head.

"I wish I did- but Dustin would try to lock me in my room if he knew I wore something like that to see Eddie," you commented over your shoulder as you got up from the bed to dig through your closet again.

"He still hasn't really warmed to the idea of you and Eddie?" Chrissy asked, getting off the bed to help you search.

"Yes and no-" you sighed- "he's backed off a lot, but he interjects himself between us anytime Eddie tries to sit near me. I think I need to have Steve talk to him."

"Steve?" Chrissy questioned.

"Harrington," you answered, pulling out a skirt and top. "Dustin worships the ground he walks on; if Steve tells him to calm down, he will."

"You know Steve Harrington?" Chrissy asked incredulously.

You nodded your head as you held the outfit up to yourself and looked in the mirror on the back of your door. "Yeah."

"You've only been in Hawkins for two weeks, how do you know Steve 'the hair' Harrington?"

"Dustin-" smoothing the outfit around your body, you nodded and turned to Chrissy- "does this work?"

"Try it on-" she instructed, waiting until you started changing to continue- "how does Dustin know Steve, though?"

"He said Steve helped him hunt a monster-" you giggled out- "so he probably played a round of D & D with Dustin and Mike to try to get back with Nancy. You know, so Mike would talk him up to her?"

"Aww, it's so sweet that he would go through that for her!" Chrissy cooed and you nodded your head as you held your hands out at your sides.

"Well? What do you think?" you asked anxiously.

Walking over to you, she rolled the waistband of your skirt up to make the garment shorter before stepping back and grinning. "Perfect."

You rolled your eyes and pulled the skirt back down to its regular length, "Chrissy."

"You're right, you're right-" she laughed- "let Eddie do that himself."

You spun around and tossed a balled up sock at her, "Chrissy!"

She giggled as the two of you left your room and piled into your car. She teased you once more before you dropped her off at her house, reminding you to 'obey your master,' and you gaped at her as she grinned and disappeared into her home. Taking a moment to compose yourself, you pulled back out into the road and made your way to Forest Hills Trailer Park.

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falcqns · 3 years ago

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Could you write something where stucky and Reader have a son and a younger daughter where someone is bullying her ( just like steve used to get bullied before the serum) and her brother saves her ( just like Bucky saved Steve lol) and when Stucky find that out, they can't help but Chuckle at the similarity between them and their kids😂

𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖘𝖎𝖟𝖊

☼ 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: omc!Kai x ofc!Nora, dads!Stucky x mom!Reader

☼ 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔤𝔰: angst, fluff.

☼ 𝔞/𝔫: thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy!

Steve and Bucky were insanely protective over each other, and (un)fortunately, that passed onto their children.

biologically, Nora was Steve's child, and Kai was Bucky's, and it was clear. not just with their looks, but with the way they acted as well. if someone even looked at Nora wrong, Kai was coming for their asses, despite Nora being quite a few years younger than him.

so when Nora came running up to him in the school yard, tears running down her face, and sobs escaping her mouth. Kai left the group of friends, and ran up to his sister.

"why are you crying?" he asked, hugging her.

"Jayden said that the only reason I have friends is because our Papa is Captain America and that without that I'm too ugly to have friends." she wailed, and Kai comforted her. he crouched down in front of her, and brushed her hair from her face.

"your friends love you for you. they don't care that Papa is Captain America. they really don't. they just want to be your friend, and that's all that matters. why don't you go and get a drink inside, and I'll talk to Jayden?" he said, and she nodded before running off to one of the yard monitors.

Kai located Jayden, a rather cruel kid who had a fascination with picking on Nora, just across the field and got in his face.

"what did I tell you about bullying my sister?" he spat, and Jayden laughed. "something about "I'll beat the crap out of you, I think?" why do you care, she's just a stupid kid." Jayden said, and before Kai could stop himself, his hand was connecting with Jaydens jaw. Jayden fell to the ground, and Kai was on top of him in less than a second, continuing to beat him up.

a whistle was blown by one of the yard monitors, and Kai was pulled off of Jayden, before being dragged to the office.

his eyes stayed locked on his shoes while he sat in the uncomfortable chairs, and waited as the principal was on the phone with one of his parents, likely Steve or you. he heard the phone hang up, and the principal approach. "go get your stuff, you're suspended."

you tried to keep your breathing steady as you approached the school. you really hated this principal, and the faculty. any time Kai got into an altercation at school, the principals first instinct was to suspend him, despite doing nothing wrong. he wasn't a violent child, or angry, despite what other people may think because of who his biological father is.

but, when you walked into the office and saw your son sitting on one of the chairs, his hands covered in blood, you knew this time was different. you didn't look at him, and walked straight into the principals office.

"so, ms. Rogers, your son got into an altercation at break today." the principal said, his eyes traveling over your body, making you uncomfortable.

"first of all, it's Mrs. Rogers-Barnes, and I am well aware that he got into an altercation, your attitude on the phone made that very clear." you spat.

"look, Kai has gotten into more than one altercation with this child and we have no choice but to suspend him. we cannot risk-"

"is the Childs name Jayden Presley?"

"...yes."

you breathed through your nose. "that child has been bullying my daughter since she started at this school 2 years ago. I can guarantee that he said something to tick Kai off, he would never just jump on another child like that, believe me."

"well, given his parentage, it doesn't surprise me."

your jaw dropped. "excuse me?"

"all I'm saying is that maybe next time, don't go off breeding with a murderous assassin and expect your child to come out normal."

"first of all, you don't know anything. he did nothing wrong. none of that was his fault and if you're still doubting that then shame on you. second, I don't think you're in a position to be criticizing who I'm procreating with. isn't your child a drug addict and high school drop out who's been in and out of juvie and jail their entire life? you have no right to be speaking about my child that way. you'd NEVER speak like that about Nora, so why are you talking about Kai like that?" you demanded.

"well, Nora's father is Captain America."

you stood up. "this is ridiculous. just because they biologically have different fathers, doesn't mean that Steve isn't as much of Kai's parent as Bucky is, and the same goes for Nora. don't speak about my children like that."

"next time, just stick to one, and we wouldn't have these issues."

you were fuming at this point. "I want Nora pulled out of class, and you will be hearing from my attorney, who just so happens to work for Tony Stark. I hope you have a lot of money and a good lawyer." you said, and stormed out. the secretary was on the phone to Nora's teacher as you walked up to Kai, who looked up at you apologetically.

"I'm sorry mama, I didn't mean to. he was saying mean things about Nora, and he made her cry, and-and-" he said, tears spilling onto his cheeks. you pulled him into a hug, and rubbed his back.

"shh, baby, it's okay. I'm not mad. I know you were just protecting Nora, and that's what a good big brother does. once Nora comes, we're going to go home, and we're gonna find you a new school to go to, because the faculty here is ridiculous." you said, knowing that the secretary and principal were in earshot.

Nora came into the office a few moments later, with a confused look on her face. "mama? why are you here?" she asked, and you ruffled her hair.

"I had to come pick Kai up because he got in trouble for protecting you, so I thought you might want to go home and see Alpine, Daddy, and Papa." you said, and watched as her face lit up.

"Daddy's back?"

you nodded, a smile on your face. "got back a few hours ago, and he misses you too already. how about we get McDonalds on the way home?" you asked, and smiled when your two children's faces lit up and exclaimed in happiness.

a few hours later, and Kai and Nora were curled up on the couch watching Finding Dory, Nora's favourite movie.

"what did Kai get suspended for?" Steve asked, and you smiled, looking at your son who had fallen asleep with Nora in his lap.

"Jayden said something bad about Nora and made her cry, so Kai beat the crap out of him." you watched in amusement as Bucky poked Steve.

"he might be mine biologically, but that's all you."

"but, he made sure Nora was inside before he did it. he said in the car that he doesn't want her to be afraid of him."

Bucky stretched his arms behind you, and gave Steve a look. "what can I say? I have amazing genetics."

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trimisu · 3 years ago

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Can you do another "haikyuu meets online girlfriend" but make it Kenma? Since it would make more sense since he's a gamer, also could you make the meeting part more longer? like what kenma did when he saw reader? love your posts btw <3 :)

When they met you in real life for the first time

Character/s: Kenma

Contain/s: spoiler from the OVA (to those who haven't watch it), tiny bit of cursing; fluff A/n: Oooh, I actually agree with you there! And I'm so glad you love my posts! It makes me happy :D Anyways, thank you for your patience, anon! I hope I didn't overwrite this (tbh, this request was my break from all the homework I have rn) and I also hope you enjoy!

Masterlist | Read Nishinoya's, Oikawa's and Sugawara's part here!

>> Kozume Kenma

"Kenma"

The messy, black haired man turns his head to see one of his teammates approach Kenma who looks rather gloomy today. He could already see a dark cloud raining above Kenma's head. Kuroo watched Kenma avert his eyes from his phone and from that, Kuroo already knew what it was.

"Are you alright? You don't look like yourself..."

"I'm fine..." The captain watched his best friend stand up from the bench and walk away, leaving their teammate speechless.

Kuroo just sighed, he knows the reason why Kenma is acting like that. He knows that Kenma longs for you, his online girlfriend. He first heard of you when happened to eavesdrop on one of your daily calls with Kenma when he was stopping by to hang out. Kuroo was happy for Kenma to have a friend outside volleyball, but when he heard Kenma saying, "I love you too"?

His jaw dropped. Did he just say "I love you" to the person he is talking to? Kuroo just shook his head, thinking that maybe it's his parents.

A month later after that, Kuroo officially met you when he and Kenma were playing a game. Kenma invited you to join them to play since he stated that it's been so long since you both played together. That was also the time when Kuroo found out you're his girlfriend from the way you both call and talk to each other, even the setter himself confirmed it! (Imagine Kuroo's eyes popped out and his jaw was just left open).

Kuroo knows that Kenma wishes to feel you and hold you close rather than being separated by the phone screen when both of you are on a video call. To listen to your voice up close while playing his games instead of hearing it through the headphones. Kuroo even caught him staring at the pictures you sent him with a frown and typing in, "I wish you were here" before clearing it.

But all he could do is sigh, and resume their practice for the upcoming Spring High. 'Just a few more days', Kuroo thought.

The day of the tournament came and Kenma was still furrowing his eyebrows at this screen with a pout. Your chat is filled with Kenma's unseen messages, as for your call logs, it's full of missed calls from him.

Were you busy? Is school rough on you? You seem in a hurry the last you and him talk, not to mention a lot of shuffling sounds from your side. It was even cut short.

"Kenma!" Kenma turned his head to the owner of the voice, "Let's go, we need to warm up!"

"Coming," Maybe he'll try to message you later after the match.

"Kuroo, are you nervous?" Kenma asked, earning a groan from Kuroo.

"Of course I am! Look at who our opponents are," With the cheers of the audience, a man with black and white colored hair threw his jacket up in the arm with a proud face.

"Fukurodani! Fukurodani!" The cheers of the audience became louder when Bokuto made his appearance. Later, the sound of a microphone peaking covered the cheering noises of the opposite team.

"Go, go Nekoma!" A light brown hair girl cheered through the speakers and was soon followed by the loud cheers of the school.

"Your sister is still as energetic as ever, Yamamoto!" Yaku exclaimed happily.

Embarrassed, Yamamoto placed his hand on his forehead and smiled sheepishly, "Sorry about that..."

Kenma just listens to his teammates talking about Lev's sister after she cheered for him in the bleachers. His eyes trailed to the bleachers to see a familiar (h/c)-haired girl talking to Yamamoto's sister before facing the court. His cat-like eyes widened when he saw you at the stand, panting. You were scanning the court to see a pudding colored hair.

When you did, your smile couldn't grow any wider. You waved your hands up when you saw Kenma's baffled gaze towards you.

"Kenma! Good luck out there!" You cheered. Some of his teammates looked at Kenma in astonishment, while Kenma, still with his eyes wide, felt his heartbeat racing in glee. Is that what your voice sounds like in real life? It sounds so angelic and beautiful...

"Oh, looks like (Y/n) arrived here a little early," Kuroo chuckled as he waves, to which you also waved back.

"Y-you brought her here...?" Still surprised, Kenma turned to Kuroo.

They heard Coach Nekomata calling for them and began to walk towards him, "Yep! Oh and, your welcome by the way!" Kuroo replied with a smirk.

You watched the whole game between Nekoma and Fukurodani. It was intense, you felt like you were going to die from holding your breath for too long. Unfortunately, Nekoma lost and you could see the tired and defeated looks on the members' faces.

Outside the court, Kenma was nervously looking around for any sign of you. And when you did appear, Kenma didn't hesitate to pull you closer to him, feeling the warmth of your body against his. He hugged you, burying his face to your shoulders and felt two pair of warm hands on his back.

"You did great out there... I'm very proud of you," You cooed, your other hand began to make its way to his dyed hair and started playing with it.

You gotta admit, his hair is very soft like cat's fur.

He hums. Your voice is so beautiful to hear in real life, he wanted to hear it all over again like a music player. He began taking a mental note to record your voice after the tournament. Kenma looks at you, and admires your eyes, it's so bright, so full of life.

People walking by may think that you were comforting him after a defeated match, but for Kenma? It's a dream come true.

"When did you get here?" Kenma asked.

You two are now sitting down on the floor, waiting for Nekoma's next match. Your head is resting against his shoulder as both of your fingers intertwine with each other. Apparently, the volleyball team was nowhere to be seen, so Kenma thought to spend his alone time with you before they came back.

"I got here 2 hours before your match actually, thankfully Kuroo gave me the directions and-"

"Kuroo? How the hell was he able to contact you?" You look up at your boyfriend. His eyebrows are furrowed together, confusion is written on his face while yours is shocked.

"Didn't you give him my username in social media...?" You watch Kenma shake his head slightly in response.

"I've never given him any of your social media or contact details..."

"Then, ho-"

"There you two lovebirds are!" Speaking of the devil, the person who contacted you appeared, "Let's go and gra- what's up with the faces?" Kuroo expects like you two snuggling or flirting with each other once he arrives.

But why are you two in shock?

"Kuroo"

"Uh, yeah?" Kuroo felt a wave of uneasiness at Kenma's serious voice.

"How the hell were you able to contact (Y/n)?" Kuroo flinched.

Oh, shit...

Expect an angry pudding scolding the poor captain for (presumably) snooping into his phone, until their next match.

But still, Kenma is thankful that Kuroo helped you and him finally meet, but shh! Don't tell him that~

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the-witches-you-couldnt-burn · 3 years ago

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It started with a whisper

I originally wrote ‘Like I did with you’ as a one-shot but people wanted a sequel. This turned out to be waaaaay longer than expected (4.7k word count). Inspired by Everybody Talks by Neon Trees. I hope you lot enjoy!

Ao3

(Also this is Mari’s new outfit, all credits go to the original artist)

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Two teens stood upon the balcony of a large banquet hall, exposed to the midsummer night air. The sky was a lilac blanket that hung over the Parisian buildings, speckled with glowing stars. The moon, with it’s crescent smile, beamed down of the young couple.

Hey, baby, won't you look my way?

Marinette’s eyes were closed as she rested her head upon his shoulder, relaxing after the night’s rapid escalation. Tonight she had arrived at the ball with the intent to be there for her friends, but somehow she found herself within the arms of Gotham’s (and probably Paris’) Ice Prince. She had overheard his nickname from the Gotham students, one of which being Jon, who was in the middle of mocking the young Wayne. She had never considered that nickname as suitable; sure he was temperamental & had a tendency to snap, but icey to the core? No.

I can be your new addiction

Damian was calm. For the first time in his life he felt like he could take a breath. His exhale was carried off by a small gust of wind, the bush over hanging the stone railing rustled. With his inhale, the scent of Marinette’s perfume became present once more. Mixed with the crisp night’s air, her usual scent of pastries was mixed with what could only be described as ambrosia. His phone vibrated within his pocket, it was never on volume due to the potential risk it caused during his heroic activities.

“Shit.” Notifications covered his screen, multiple tweets, Instagrams and Tiktoks in which he had been tagged in. But the alert came from his family’s private messaging chat. The whole thread was a shit storm, Grayson and Todd’s messages were completely capitalised (he learnt years ago this meant ‘to yell’ in writing form) and both had multiple ‘keyboard spasms’. Drake, like the thorough detective he is, had combed through the images and videos, investigating their validity. His honorary sisters had replied with ‘awwwww’(s) and ‘Omg we MUST meet this girl! I need to know how she tamed the demon!’. He could practically hear Brown’s shrill voice from across the ocean.

Hey, baby, what you gotta say?

No reply from his father or Alfred. The two of them were the only semblance of ‘normal’ paternal figures he had within his life, after the sham of a relationship he had previously held with his grandfather. Their silence unnerved him.

Marinette had noticed his attention had shifted to his phone, her own mobile was buzzing away within her baby pink purse. Messages, notifications of account tagging and comments galore. A sigh left her lips when she saw her parents seemed to be none the wiser. Good, she didn’t need to deal with future adoration for ‘The boy who swept our daughter off of her feet’ (or something along those lines).

Her cheeks regained some of the warmth they held before as she thought of her parent’s reaction. Scrolling through her Twitter she saw her friends had posted multiple images of the night’s events, majority being her shared dance.

Chloé Bourgeois @TheBestBourgeois

what kind of Disney shit is this? (Insert video of two teens dancing around an mostly empty dance floor.)

Alix Kubdel @Sk8trGirl

Replying to @TheBestBourgeois

I KNOW RIGHT?! THEY WERE FUCKING FLOATING!!!

All you're giving me is fiction

She was thankful that they hadn’t tagged her but she hadn’t been spared by others in attendance. Her post thread had blown up, thousands had commented and even more had viewed the evidence. There was no way she would come out of this unscathed.

“Has anyone been on Twitter today?” The blonde of the family asked as she walked into the dining room. Her eyes focused on her scrolling screen, brows furrowed in confusion. “Actually has anyone seen what’s happening on any of our socials?”

It was early in the afternoon and the family had recently returned home after a straining stakeout. The Joker had broken out of Arkham and the Batfam had to deal with his minions. Dick’s arm was in a sling (sprained from a grapple gone wrong), Jason was icing his hand, Alfred was stitching Bruce’s chest wounds while Tim and the girls escaped without severe injuries. All were still recuperating and finally able to recharge.

Alfred always enforced a strict ‘no devices at the dinner table’ rule; no matter how urgent it was, it could wait until after sustenance was consumed. Tim strongly opposed this, but there was no arguing with Agent A. This all surmises that probably no one had seen the crap storm on social media.

I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time

Bruce sighed, bringing his free arm up to rub his eyes. Tilting his head back to look at Steph, “Who was it this time?” Barbara quickly took out her phone to see what Stephanie was talking about, all the while glancing accusingly at Dick and Jason. Both of whom held up their arms (or in Dick’s case arm), declaring their innocence.

“It wasn’t fucking me!”

“Jason! Language!” Dick shot a glare at Jason and was met with one in return. “It wasn’t me either.”

“Then who-“ Bruce started before being cut off by his most rambunctious daughter.

I found out that everybody talks

Stephanie with a squeal, exclaimed that it was Damian. Visions of what the Wayne brat could have done flashed through the heads of everyone in the room. He had been sent overseas before the quarantines and lockdowns hit. During Damian’s first month in France he had been forced into online schooling and then finally when he got to go to in-person classes he hated it. Described the class as a kindergarten with petty and vindictive toddlers.

Had he broken someone’s arm? Was that person of such importance that it had spread over multiple social media platforms? France’s government had announced on June 15th, that teens were now being inoculated so him having COVID-19 was doubtful. Had he insulted the wrong person? Had he taken over the government? He certainly had the potential.

Everybody talks, everybody talks

What they saw stunned them, even Steph as she watched it for the 7th time. Damian Wayne was dancing. But not only that, he was dancing with a girl.

It started with a whisper

“What is this shit?”

No one verbally objected to Jason’s outburst but he was sent a harsh glare from Alfred, Dick and Bruce. Their focus soon returned to the images and videos before them. Babs’ and Steph’s phones were returned to them as the others ran to grab their own devices. They all met back at the table, comparing the posts and comparing their notes.

I can hear the chitchat

“There’s no way this can be real.”

“Jesus Tim,” Barbara rolls her eyes, “have you seen the amount of posts there are? You’d be an idiot to think otherwise.”

Take me to your love shack

“I’m with Tim, how do we know this isn’t some skit. I mean, Demon Spawn almost looks normal. That’s a matter of concern.” He almost dry heaved when he agreed with Tim. Damian couldn’t be capable of naturally exuding that amount of humanity unless there was something in it for him.

Mamas always gotta backtrack

“I was just saying Babs, that we should check the credibility of these images. For all we know they could be gorilla glued together and trying to get unstuck.” Tim cringed at his own reasoning, he really needed to either sleep (probably not going to happen anytime soon) or find his favourite coffee brand (which had been one of the first to vanish after the covid hoarders appeared).

When everybody talks back

Dick was too busy freaking out and spam messaging the youngest Wayne, to defend Damian’s humanity. The family saw this and followed suit, wanting to get information from the source.

Chat name: Alfred supremacy

BigBird: AHHHHHH DAMIAN!

BigBird: YOU LOOK SO CUTE!!!

BigBird: HAIFJDNDNFI

LittleWing: WTF HAPPENED DEMON SPAWN YOU LOOK ALMOST HUMAN

Babs: who knew the city of love would influence the brat

Blondie: they are so cuteeeeeee!

Blondie: We HAVE to meet her!

Silent-but-deadly: agreed.

Timbo: YO DEMON

Timbo: Apparently the videos are legit

Timbo: are you being blackmailed?

And it just devolved into more chaos from there, fueled by the fact that they saw Damian’s ‘Blood Son’ account appear online before vanishing once more. Dick shrieked, “I FOUND HER ACCOUNT!”

The family gathered around the eldest son, peering over his shoulder to view his iPhone 12max screen. They saw a young girl’s Instagram account. It was locked but they could see her profile pic, the girl had black hair and looked to be if Asian decent. They compared it to the videos but it was hard to see due to the hall’s lighting and the minimised facial features of the pfp. Alfred suggested that they search up her username and see who has tagged her, some might have other photos of her.

After research for awhile, the family began to get frustrated with lack of results.

Hey honey you could be my drug

You could be my new prescription

“Come on!” Jason complained, “What kind of teenage girl doesn’t post her life online?” He ignored the girls glares and went back to researching. How had the account by the name of ‘mariiiiinette’ to managed to prevent the entire Wayne clan from accessing it? Damn Instagram privacy settings. He groaned, dragging a hand down his face, “We are fucking stupid. Why don’t we just use the Bat-computer? It would be so much fucking easier.”

“It shouldn’t be used for civilian issues-“

Too much could be an overdose

“The girl could be a meta for all we know! We aren’t safe until we know who she is.” Jason points a finger at Tim, his paranoia flared up and even though he would never admit it, Jason would do anything to protect each member of his family (although Bruce is still debatable).

All this trash talk make me itching

Barbara and Tim took their usual positions as Oracle and Red Robin (who had been banned from patrol due to lack of sleep). The rest of the Batfam stood behind them either with arms crossed or still failing at researching.

Oh my my shit

“The account is owned by a girl called Marinette Dupian-Cheng. She is French-Chinese and her parents own a popular bakery. Also if it wasn’t already obvious, she goes to Collège Françoise Dupont, aka Damian’s French school.” Tim begun informing his nosy family, “But this account has been inactive for the past 6 months, which is strange due to her frequent posting schedule before hand. It seems she probably has a second account and this is her old one.”

Everybody talks, everybody talks

“Not only that,” Barbara interrupted. “There are unopened messages from other accounts that accuse her of being a bully. There is a whole Facebook page about this girl and how she has been hurting her old friends, but neither side seems reliable. The so called victims seem to be twisting the truth but there is barely any information about Marinette so we can’t disprove it either.”

“Read out some of the messages.” Bruce took a cup of coffee from Alfred and sipped it.

The main screen of the bat computer displayed a Facebook group with the banner picture being a photo of Marinette. “They are mostly complaints expected of teen girls when there is a girl they don’t like; ‘Marinette is such a know-it-all’, ‘She is constantly insulting Lila’s intelligence’. They go on to talk about how Marinette was briefly expelled from the Collège before being reinstated by the principle for a reason unknown to them.”

Everybody talks too much

“Her school reports up until this year were good. The newest one states, ‘While Marinette is a wonderful and bright student, I encourage her to settle her disagreements outside of class. This seems to only be a recent occurrence and I implore her to go to the guidance council if she is in need of help.’” A beat of silence echoes through the cave, Tim sighed. “Jason’s meta theory could be correct. She could have just recently started exhibiting her abilities and using them to get what she wants.”

“Bruce what do you want to do?”

“We’re going to Paris.”

She opened her eyes to the blaring morning light that streamed through the blinds. Her lashes still painted with mascara that refused to leave. She felt a pang of sorrow when she was removing her makeup and dress last night, she never wanted the night to end. She shuffled down the stairs to the kitchen, covering her mouth when she yawned. She greeted her mother as she entered the kitchen to get breakfast.

She glanced at her phone and there was the chaos that was started hours ago and it was still occurring. It was the weekend, she wouldn’t need to deal with her classmates until Monday. But she would still have to survive her parent’s interrogation. Out of the corner of her eye she caught her mother smirking at her.

Everybody talks

“Nadja told me some interesting news about last night.” Marinette held her breath, glaring at the toaster, willing it to hurry up so she could escape. “Well,” Sabine patted her shoulder before rubbing Mari’s back. “I know you didn’t want to go but I hope you had fun.”

With that she exited the kitchen, probably going to help her father in the bakery. The ravenette stared after her, eye widened in shock, jumping when the toaster went off. Buttering her toast she went over the conversation, her brows furrowed in confusion. She had expected a ‘When do I get to meet the oh so famous prince?’ or ‘Should I be expecting a new guest sometime in the near future?’ or at least a ‘Who was that young man, Bǎozàng (宝藏 it means treasure)?’ But she said nothing.

A small smile was plastered upon her face as she changed and went down to help her parents in the bakery. Her father didn’t say anything either, he gave her a knowing smile before continuing to kneed the dough. She sat at the the store front as the cashier whilst her parents were busy making ‘Paris’s Finest Pastries’.

Her musings slowly faded as she was brought back to reality by badly hushed whispers. Two young preteens were by the bread roll casing near the door. She had seen them come in before with their parents, the girls went to the prestigious international school over in the 16th arrondissement. The one with purple hair kept whispering to the brunette, both ‘subtly’ glancing towards her. Using her enhanced hearing she listened in on their conversation.

“That’s her, I swear that’s her in the video.”

The blonde’s face soured likes she sucked on a lemon. “No, it wasn’t good lighting there is no way he would dance with someone like her.”

Everybody talks

Marinette had tough skin but their words had an impact, only a small one due to her defence mechanism of repressing emotions. She stopped listening and went back to drawing in her sketchpad, she was in desperate need of a new school outfit.

The two girls eventually came up to the counter, goods in hand. Marinette rung up and bagged their items (paper because save the turtles sksksk) in a tired daze. A phone was shoved into her face, her eyes barely adjusted to view the screen before the blonde spoke.

“Is this your instagram?” She asked in a tone so snobbish that it should be illegal from a person her age. Marinette finally was able to view the screen that was barely an inch from her face. Her old Instagram ‘mariiiiinette’ was displayed on screen, she hesitantly nodded, gaze flicking back to the two in front of her.

The blonde’s nose scrunched up and the purple goth girl squealed in delight. They soon after left the store, their conversation had devolved into ‘See! I told you’ and ‘Yeah, yeah. You were right.’

Walking to school on Monday, she had finally come down from cloud nine. She still rode the tail end of her high as she rushed along her path to her campus, she wasn’t going to be late but she sure wasn’t going to be early. She had spent the better part of the weekend designing and sewing a brand new outfit. Her new look was composed of a black cropped singlet (L'amour gagne hemmed into it and it’s straps), paired matching peach plaid cropped overshirt and a-line miniskirt. Her hair was down, ballet flats were worn and her makeup was the usual with the added edition of a rose gold eyeshadow.

Even though her face was covered in a black and gold mask, she looked hot.

She reached the campus and the whispers started again, people were still buzzing from Friday night. Her classmates, the majority of her grade and the younger years seemed to gossiping before class about the formal’s events. She couldn’t spot any of her friends or the two Gotham transfers, so she was stuck listening the the chitchat. Why couldn’t she have been late like usual?

Damian had a fowl disposition and it showed in multiple icey glares (and that was before he even reached the collège). His family had made their appearance known in Paris at 1am Sunday morning. He could have used his dorm to escape but his family didn’t have the word ‘privacy’ within their vocabulary. He didn’t want to have to pay for a lock replacement due to his brothers’ (most likely Todd with Drake & Grayson laughing at him) lock picking habit.

The Ice Prince was back with full force. He had just been... influenced by all the other couples. Yes he did respect Dupain-Cheng and he appreciated her company & pleasant conversations. He would struggle to hide a small smile at the memory of the dance, even if he denied himself the happiness of normality, he felt content when reminiscing.

“Ooo the Ice Prince is here, did he have a fight with his princess or something?” The voice seemed to mock him.

“The Disney Magic is gone. The demon is back.”

Everybody talks

At the second jeer he shot a glare at the perpetrator. Jon held his hands up in an ‘I surrender manner’, laughing as he joined Damian at his side. The two entered the school’s large foyer and looked to see if any of the classes were open yet. Sadly they weren’t, before he was wrong and the his class was plain torture but this was truely hell.

He saw Dupain-Cheng sitting alone on the stairs, drawing within her sketchpad. He wondered how a girl like her, who always seemed to be involved in other’s lives (for the better) was ignoring all of the comments about her. She felt his focus centre on her, eyes flicking up to meet his, she provided him with a small wave before continuing to draw.

Jon nudged him with an elbow to his ribs and dragged him off to the side, into the boy’s locker rooms. Jon scowled at the door, “It’s a mad house out there. You’ve heard what some people are saying right?”

“Why would I care about these imbeciles?”

Jon jabbed Damian in the chest, causing the demon to stumble. Green eyes darted from blue eyes to the tan finger. “You care when lies hurt people you care about.”

The day began to rapidly decline once the two dance partners took their seats, next to each other. They had both been placed up the back of the class and them sitting together hadn’t been a problem until now apparently. She wasn’t even safe when the teacher started their lecture, whispers and glances were cast towards them. Once the two got to biology it was better, Ms Mendeleiev was a strict teacher and was able to control the class.

Everybody talks

But the recess came. When the bell rang she slowly started packing up her equipment, Alix and Max (who she shared biology with) waited for her; she watched as the Ice Prince left through the door. She knew she didn’t need to be concerned about her friends joining in with the gossiping, if anything they would dispel people and tell them to ‘Mind their own fucking business’ because this whole situations is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous.

She did receive some slight teasing from Alix about being a Disney princess, but Marinette quipped back about the skater’s fairytale story being ‘Pinknette, the Geek and the Beast’. The three met up with the other two of their group, they had just come from geography. Kim was complaining that Argentina was a state in America.

“That’s Arkansas you idiot!” Chloe shrieked, lightly hitting his arm with her white handbag. Max held his head in his hand as he approached, how had his tutoring sessions failed so badly?

Chloe turned to Marinette, a smile forming from her glare. The blonde examined the designer’s clothing, nodding. “You look like you are about to have a hot girl summer.”

Marinette’s face burned, the tips of her ears coated in red. Alix chuckled and nudged her shoulder.

Everybody talks

“Look at her, she is so desperate for his attention that she probably copied those designs.”

“Why do you think he danced with her anyways? Maybe she has something on him? I mean, she forces him to sit next to her in class, who knows what else she has done.”

What. The. Fuck.

Chloe glowered towards Lila’s posy. “We have a fucking seating plan, those cretins-“ She made a motion to storm over but was caught by the ravenette, looking back to Mari, her rage decreased from a boil to a simmer.

“No Chlo. It’s fine, it’s not worth it.”

Everybody talks... back

The group walked out to the school’s front steps, it was a mad house... a mad courtyard? Students sitting on the stairs, on the grass and standing around mingling, all of them now were staring at her. She held her backpack close to her chest (she had swapped her signature coin-bag purse for the pastel pink bag), pretending its a shield. Her friends circled around her becoming an obstacle to prevent their stares. If people were afraid of a scowling Kim then they don’t know the scorn of Chloe or Alix’s bite. And Max, sweet quiet Max.... you better hope he doesn’t have blackmail on you (he probably does), he can dismantle your life with a single anonymous post.

Rushed footsteps approached them. The group was broken apart by a rude Wayne boy, he swept Mari away from the school and the gossip crowds within. Her four friends shouted at him and he kept walking, shooting a glare at them in response. He kept pushing Marinette forward with a hand placed on the small of her back, her backpack was now swung over his other shoulder.

They ended up in her favourite alcove. She had brought him here with the other Gotham transfers for a native’s tour of Paris. It had always been her safe place to be creative.

It started with a whisper (everybody talks, everybody talks)

“My apologises for our rushed departure but you seemed to want to get out of their anyhow.” His gruff tone danced through the silence, his head still peaking around the corner; watching for any unwelcome guests.

“Thank you.” She whispered, her voice almost being carried off by the gentle wind. A genuine smile illustrated upon her face.

“We weren’t able to converse after the events of the other night. I would like to formally apologise once more for my actions causing this adverse reaction. If I had kn-“

“You don’t need to apologise!” She squeaked, hiding her eyes behind her fisted hand. Her shoulders curled inwards as she tried to make herself seem as small as possible, a side effect of her common use of her secondary miraculous form: Multimouse.

“I chose to dance with you, you don’t need to apologise for my own actions.” He stared at her with confusion. He had taken the blame so she wouldn’t need to do so herself; but she had taken it anyways. He had given her an out. Why does she always take the blame, even for things out of her control?

“But if I hadn’t danced with you then you wouldn’t have been the focus of the entire school.”

Marinette stepped forward, her eyes hardened and blazing. “Damian Friday night I went there out of obligation to my friends, I didn’t want to be there. But dancing with you? That was the highlight of my week, probably my month too. I enjoyed our time together.” Her face softened, lips twitched downwards ever so slightly. “I don’t regret anything about that night, but do you?”

He was bad at comfort. Everyone in his family avoided him when they were in need, he plainly didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t visibly upset but he sensed that she is disappointed that he apparently didn’t share the same opinion of the night. The only thing he regretted about that night was letting Jon call him a coward, but then again if he didn’t he never would have danced with Dupa- Marinette.

He picked up her clenched hand, the tension in her body alleviated at his embrace. He remembered how Grayson would apologise to Kor’i or how his father interacted with Ms Kyle. He brought their hands up and placed a kiss upon her knuckles.

And that was when I kissed her (everybody talks, everybody talks)

“I do not regret anything either—“ he cleared his throat, “In fact, I’d appreciate if we would be able to interact more, especially outside of that cesspit.”

Was he...?

It didn’t matter.

She smiled the same dazzling smile she gave him at the dance. She nodded while laughing, “I’d love that.”

Everybody talks

The two stay talking, hidden within their secret alcove for the rest of the day. She texted her parents to say she was with a friend and would be back later that night. Damian didn’t bother texting his family, Marinette knew he had to be back soon due to his dorm’s curfew.

The sun was setting at they walked back together, he did the gentlemanly thing and dropped her off at her bakery door. She could see her mother behind the register inconspicuously looking over at the two of them. Damian’s lips quirked upwards, she was satisfied with his kinda-smile.

He walked back, hands in pockets and a neutral expression upon his face instead of a scowl. He reached his door and took his keys, he found that it was already open. Damn.

His family was splayed out within his two roomed dorm. Todd and Drake were fighting over a place to sit on his bed, whilst his father sat at his desk, watching the commotion. The three of them turned to him as he enter the room, they were the only family members able to attend on short notice; Cain had a ballet audition, Gordon & Brown had concert tickets for tomorrow, Grayson had to take care of Mar’i while Kor’i was on Tamaran and Alfred stayed to ensure no one died during their night time activities.

“We need to talk Damian.” His father stood, leaning onto the desk chair. “The school called and said you had an unexcused absence for half the day. Where were you Damian?”

Damian stared into his father’s eyes. He was fifteen, almost an adult, but was treated like he was ten again.

“I was with a friend.”

“Probably the girl from the dance. Marinette, right?” Todd mocked him. Damian snapped his head in the direction of his bed, glaring at both his brothers.

“That’s what I want to talk about with you Damian. Now I don’t know her personally but from what we’ve discovered through our investigation we have some concerns. What’s happened Damian?”

The youngest Wayne’s glare shifted off of his brothers to the floor, and then finally to his father; his family sitting in wait for his answer. Straightening his posture, his shoulders clicked as he rolled then back. His statement’s tone was sure and steady, “Everybody talks father.”

Everybody talks... back

#maribat #marinette x damian #mlb x dc #batfam salt #batfam is concerned #Daminette #the aftermath of ‘Like I did with you’#everybody talks by neon trees #max kante has blackmail and will use it #Alix will bite if provoked #dc x mlb #damian wayne x marinette dupain cheng #Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a meta?#supportive Dupain-Cheng parents ❤️

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jademakean · 4 years ago

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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Timothée Chalamet x Reader

𝑷𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.

｡･:*:･ﾟ

Drizzles of water began coating your body as you rushed to your best friend's porch, hurriedly knocking on the wooden door.

The extra holiday break from school allowed you to spend more time with Pauline, meaning: chaotic sleepovers

“Hello?”

You looked up meeting a pair of green eyes you hadn't seen in a long while. “Timothée?”

Once the slender figure came to the realization of who was waiting at his front step, his mouth went agape mirroring yours.

You both had been close since you were little. You became friends with Pauline in middle school and met Timothée through her. From then on you were a trio and would do everything together, but that all changed.

Him, being three years older than you meant that he'd go to college first and in the end, there would simply not be any time for you both to be together. You did try to hang out once every two weeks but his college was way too far and he needed to spend his time focussing on his studies. It ended in a bad note, with many hurtful words shared.

Before you knew it, Timothée had you in bone-crushing embrace “I haven't seen you in months, more than a year maybe! God, I missed you.”

“Why didn't you tell me you came back?” you couldn't hide the slight disappointment of him not thinking about letting you know. “I wanted to but I switched phone numbers and my sister wanted me to surprise you instead. I just didn't know I was going to see you this soon.”

Though you both shared your relief in seeing each, there was some strange tension in the air.

“I gotta visit my aunt right now but we should celebrate tomorrow or something.” He suggested, breaking the silence.

“Yeah totally. I'm sleeping over anyways so we'll probably see each other after dinner. Just be careful, the weather seems to be getting worse.”

“Oh yeah of course. If you need some clothes you can get some from my room, they're in a box on my bed. I know that Pauline's clothes are too small for any human being to wear.”

You giggled at his over-exaggeration nodding “Thanks. Stay safe.”

Once the door shut you felt your mood change. It's not like you weren't happy to see him, you were, but not being able to have the same connection you once had made your heartache.

“DJ Paulina in the house mother fuckers!”

You jumped at your best friend's sudden outburst but laughed nevertheless.

“Holy shit, you're wetter than the pacific ocean!”

You roller your eyes “Really? Damn, I wonder why. It's alright though, Timothée allowed me to borrow one of his shirts.”

“Wait you already saw Timothée?”

“Yeah, he just left.”

Paulina grimaced slightly knowing how hard it might've been for two introverts to reunite after a long period of time, let alone after they had a fight last time they were together. She quickly changed the subject not wanting to upset you.

That didn't mean she wouldn't plan on rebuilding your bond.

The snaps of thunder kept you awake and the heavy drops of rain overtook your mind.

As the time pasted you began wondering what would happen if there was a monster under your bed, if a ghost yanked you by your leg, or if the shadow of the hanging coat was actually a person.

Full-on scaring yourself.

And Pauline's sleep talking was not helping the situation.

Both of you spent the day baking, eating and watching movies. Though it's not how most teenagers take up the opportunity of an empty house, it was more than enough for you two.

What was irritating you at this precise moment was the fact that you were exhausted during the day and still are, except you, can't bring yourself to actually fall asleep.

Creaking sounds were heard throughout the room as your feet made contact with the wooden floor.

You grumbled making your way to the kitchen for a cup of fresh cold water.

The bright electronic clock on the stove displayed the time. 2:23 A.M.

You were so dazed and distracted by the clock that before you could fill your glass with water, the cup fell on the counter.

You felt your heart stop the second the loud sound emitted throughout the quiet space, fearing you'd break your best friend's parent's glass. But once you realized that everything was still stable, you proceeded to finish your plan.

“What are you doing still awake?”

Your body jumped at those words. You turned to see Timothée with hooded eyes and slumped figure, clearly more than half asleep.

“Sorry, I'm a light sleeper and the thunder was keeping me awake.”

“Do you want to sleep with me?”

He smiled softly with a droopy gaze

Not gonna lie, initially some inappropriate thoughts crossed your mind, but vanished once you remembered how every time you had trouble falling asleep, you'd get in his bed and he'd make conversation until you fell asleep.

“Sure.”

Timothée was probably too out of it to understand why it had taken you so look to answer, which you were grateful for.

He lazily intertwined your fingers and led you to his room.

It looked the same as before, maybe some items we're missing so he'd be able to decorate his new apartment, but other than that, still the same.

You hesitantly laid down turning your body away from the curly-headed boy. You felt yourself heating up as last time you shared a bed you were a quite innocent 15-year-old, and to be fair you've always seen him as a bother figure.

But two years have passed and he was now 20, it felt like being with a stranger even though he wasn't.

“You alright?”

He mumbled quietly

“Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.” You chewed your lip anxiously. You've never been good at confronting people.

“Is there a reason why you got mad at me when you left. All I remember was you telling me how we couldn't be friends because of all the work you had and how you couldn't handle too many things at the same time. But in the end, you suddenly got mad at me and it ended in a huge fight.”

You could tell that Timothée was now fully awake, definitely not expecting you to mention the topic at this time of night.

“Well, in all honestly I knew you wouldn't want to give up on our friendship. I've always seen you as a loyal strong friend and I didn't want to disappoint you by continuously bailing out on our plans.”

Thought his solution was a stupid one, you understood what he meant. You would most definitely get let down many times and eventually get mad at him, even if it wasn't fully his fault.

“I understand. Just-- Just don't do that again. I'd rather have a relationship with you even if we rarely saw each other, instead of not seeing you at all. I miss being with you.”

Timothée's heavy arm hugged you closer to him. So close you could feel his gentle heartbeat against your back.

“I'm not as much of a mess I was back in the first year of college. I have more spare time, even if college is too far we can face time and meet once a month.”

It was nice to witness his change in attitude regarding the situation, he's now more open-minded and optimistic.

“Is that why you seemed so tense when you saw me today?”

You suddenly felt yourself redden from slight embarrassment “I mean yeah. I kinda overreact a lot, but you know that. I didn't even recognize you, you've changed and I didn't know how to feel.”

You felt chest shake from a deep chuckle as you played with his fingers “Is that a good thing?”

He was making you flustered and he knew it.

“I mean, yeah. You look mature for a 20-year-old. When you were 18 you still had your baby face- it's not a bad thing at all, but now you, um, okay I'm just going to stop talking.”

Once again, Timothée's body shook slightly from his laughter which eventually died down.

There was silence once again, the downpour was hitting the window aggressively but managed to make you feel calm. The heat that radiated from the man's body was wrapping you in a warm blanket, his cold breath tickling your neck.

“How do you see me?

The silence was halted by your simple question “What do you mean?” his raspy voice asked, not understanding the question very well.

“Before you said that you saw me as a loyal friend. How do you see me now?”

Timothée turned your body to face him “Well, you've changed as well. You don't look like a little kid anymore.”

You hummed in response staring into his eyes. The moonlight was shining through the window behind Timothée, illuminating his hair, making it look as though he was wearing a halo around his head.

“Has anything interesting happened while I was gone? House renovations, dead grandma, boyfriends..?”

You had to cover your mouth from bursting out laughing “How the hell do you go from dead grandma to boyfriends?”

The boy shrugged his shoulders waiting for an answer “I had a boyfriend for a little while but it didn't work out.”

Timothée nodded for you to keep going

“He treated me differently when we were around his friends, kinda like he didn't want me. We would get into a lot of arguments and I just wasn't happy. So I ended it.”

He took your hand caressing it carefully with his thumb. You knew he was trying to make you feel better though you weren't actually sad about the breakup. You decided not to say anything against it since his action-filled your heart with butterflies.

“He's an asshole for doing that.”

“Yeah well, most of them are.”

There was a small pause in the air before Timothée spoke up again

“I wouldn't do that to you.”

You were taken aback from his sudden confession. You expected him to joke around about some dumb stereotypes.

“If you were my boyfriend, or just in general?” you asked genuinely curious to which he answered:

“Both.”

You being the anxious human being you are, decided to play it off as a joke. Like always.

“Yeah right, you would never date me, you might as well be one of those extra frat boys that-”

“Why would you assume I wouldn't date you.”

You were becoming more and more agitated, not fully grasping the meaning of his words, and why he was now saying it.

“I've always adored you. The reason why I never said anything is because I'm three years older than you and didn't want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Why are you saying this now?” You shuttered out as he moved closer to your body.

“I didn't realize how much I loved you until we separated. Now I'm realizing how much time I wasted.”

Timothée began breathing heavily, his eyes focusing on the different features your face held.

“Would you date me now?”

He nodded, not trusting his voice to speak. “Even if we wouldn't see each other often?”

He nodded once again, this time speaking “I haven't seen you in two years and I still have feelings for you, they won't go away even if I tried.”

Timothée let his fingers gently brush against your lips studying them thoroughly making your mind hazy.

You were so focussed on each other that the background noise was now muffled.

Your mouths were agape wanting one thing and one thing only.

“Can I kiss you?”

He whispered breathlessly. If he wasn't studying you so closely he would have missed your little nod.

But he didn't miss it.

The second the small gesture was caught, was the second his lips made contact with yours.

The kiss was heated and desperate, your eyebrows furrowed hopelessly from the connection. Tongues soon intertwining as Timothée held himself on top of you for better control of the situation. Not giving you room to escape.

You sighed through your nose not being able to break from the kiss, not wanting to break from the kiss.

His front pressed flush against yours, allowing his hands to travel all over your body with no hesitation.

You mumbled Timothée's name against his lips before you broke apart. “Did I go too far?”

You smiled at his worried state “No, I loved every second of it.”

He copied your smile resting his forehead on yours “Sorry, I could help myself.”

He laid on his back before you cuddled to his side, leg wrapped with his and head resting on his shoulder.

Timothée observed your crimson cheeks and swollen lips. He wanted to tease you about it but he knew damn well that he looked the exact same.

Sleep eventually took over you. The soothing sound of the storm was the last thing you heard, and the motion of Timothée's chest calmly rising and falling was the last thing you felt.

#timothee fanfic #timothee imagine #timothee angst #timothee fluff #timothee x y/n #timothee x you #timothee x reader #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet

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artsy-hobbitses · 3 years ago

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I'm getting very curious about Malaysia... what's it like there?? Culture, living conditions, etc.

Pretty loaded question!

Off the top of my head, some specifics:

- Very much a melting pot. Malay, Chinese and Indian ethnicities mingle pretty freely, interracial marriages are not uncommon (I’m quarter Chinese on my mum’s side) and the modern Malaysian slang is often a mishmash of Malay, Chinese and Indian words. You have a choice between public, vernacular (usually caters to a specific race ie. Chinese/Indian as a stronghold of the language/customs, however I had Malays friends who went to Chinese Vernacular schools) international, private and religious schools (mostly for the Muslim-Majority Malays). Public holidays are designated for all three major races (big ones are Eid, Deepavali and Chinese New Year) plus more specific ones in Sabah/Sarawak for the indigenous population, and it’s normal for say, Malays to be invited to a Deepavali gathering or for Chinese to be invited to Eid open houses. We’re usually chill about it like that.

- Despite this, racism exists. It’s not loud and proud like in western nations though (except for your occasional Malay nationalist politician) it tends to be more of the passive-aggressive sort. Some parents discreetly warn their kids about not being friends with [X] race at school, some house rental listings with single out [X] race, though we’re coming to the point that we’re not bothering with Asian decorum anymore and publicly shitting on that behavior. On a historical aspect, the potential reason it takes on a more subtle, passive-aggressive tone here was that on 13 May 1969, sectarian violence broke out between urban Chinese and Malays in Kuala Lumpur due to unrest over the general election, and this resulted in the deaths of 600 people, mostly Chinese (My mum lived through this time at the heart of the incident). Basically the nation’s been scarred and has feared a similar event ever since, so those spouting open racial violence get slammed down pretty quick and “Remember 13 May” has often been used as a warning for whenever tensions flare up. Or when politicians want us to keep our grumblings down. We tend to have a don’t-rock-the-boat mentality here on the basis of trying to keep the peace for everyone—-it doesn’t always work. Malay Privilege/“Ketuanan Melayu” is a thing you’ll hear often from some sections of Malays here, who tend to argue that since they’re technically the original inhabitants if the land (don’t quiz ‘em about the Orang Asli), they should get more rights than the others.

-Living conditions vary. I live in Selangor—the state surrounding the Capital Kuala Lumpur—-which has the highest density of denizens. Here, it’s pretty modern. My husband and I rent a two-story terrace house, my parents who are a little well-off have their own bungalow. Places like Penang, Perak and Johor also tend to be more in the modern side. You’ll find more rural areas and kampungs as you go deeper into the heart of country (Pahang), the East Coast (Kelantan, Terengganu) and the country’s rice bowl (Kedah, and by extension, Perlis). This is within the Peninsula—-Sabah (I lived here for about four years) and Sarawak have a combination of modern and rural areas and tend to take life at a much slower pace than the Peninsula states (They also want none of Peninsula’s religious tension bullshit). My father’s kampung is in Pahang, and while I was never close to my paternal grandparents, I do have fond memories of cooking outdoors and plucking rambutan bunches from the trees they grew.

- Wet. Very wet. Monsoon season/‘Musim Tengkujuh’ at year end interspace with mid-year. Fucks with the income of local fishermen who are barred from going to the ocean on the account of rough waves, Flooding is an annual occurrence for rural areas, though we get flash floods in cities too. Common enough that “check for crocodiles” isn’t a weird request when you come back to clean your homes from mud and silt. (Houses near flood-prone areas will employ walls or be built on stilts to withstand the floods).

- 9 Sultans for 9 states, they take turns becoming the Agong (Chief Sultan I guess?) every five years. They’re mostly there the same way the British monarchy is. Don’t really play a big role in politics unless there is a need for them to decree something when politicians can’t work things out between themselves.

- Political leapfrog. It’s. A thing. A politician you see from one party today can be a member of another party tomorrow. It’s gotten so bad they’re considering legislation to punish it. We do call them literal frogs (Katak) when they do this (Sorry frogs, you deserve better!)

- Food. All the fucking food. Melting pot = all the deliciousness. There’s no culturally appropriating cuisine here, everyone’s eating everyone else’s stuff with great gusto. Roti Canai/Chappati (Indian) for breakfast, Nasi Campur (mixed rice, mostly with Malay dishes) for lunch and Wantan Mee (Chinese) for dinner is an example of the food culture trip you go through on any given day. You’ll have Malays who adore Chinese food, Chinese who adore Malay food, and no one fights when they’re eating, that’s all there is to it. Places like Penang are a haven for food and people will make trips just to eat there.

- Islam is the main religion. However, it’s not strictly enforced in most cases, I’d dare even say that we’re quite secular, to the teeth-gnashing of the Facebook army. I’m a Muslim who doesn’t wear a headscarf (except on special occasions), I know Muslims who rescue and keep dogs (My hunter grandfather apparently caught and kept a Dhole as a house guard way back), and I know some who’re LGBT, albeit somewhat discreet about it.

- Speaking of LGBT, the country is not friendly to the community, but neither is it as hostile as sections of the US tend to be about it. As an example, gay conversion therapy isn’t really a thing there (presumably because that would entail the govt admitting that there’s enough gay people to require it at all), workplaces generally do not have a policy targeting people based on their sexualities, like you’ll find butch ladies serving you drinks at Starbucks and gay men working with local theatre productions, and violence against LGBT members is pretty rare (though I imagine this is more because most people here mostly do not want to kick up a fuss in public, what more a fight, and just judge from a distance). Basically, the majority of the public will tolerate LGBT existence—whispering behind their back——until there starts to be a call for rights.

- Good degree of English command. English is understood, if not spoken, by a lot of us here from cab drivers to stall owners, so you won’t be hopelessly lost if you decide to visit. A big majority of us are at LEAST bilingual (In my case, I speak English and Malay, and can understand some Arabic). Quite a number who come from interracial marriages are trilingual.

- Cheap healthcare. There’s a reason we’re one of the top destinations for medical tourism. You have a choice between private and government hospitals which provide a form of universal healthcare. Govt clinics/hospitals offer subsidized healthcare and meds to all members of the public, and most doctors will start out in government hospitals before moving to private practices (like my sister-in-law). Uninsured, a trip to a normal clinic for a consultation will set you back maybe twenty to thirty bucks, fifty if you need meds or a small procedure like stitches. I do have insurance but have never used it for doctor visits since the amount is pretty trivial. I have, however, used it for a hysterectomy surgery + 1 month hospital stay at a private hospital which set me back about RM30,000-RM40,000 (USD7000-USD9500) which I managed to get covered. Ambulance Fees are like, RM200 (USD47) for private hospitals and RM50 (USD12) for govt hospitals. Consultation fees, blood tests and X-Rays go as low as RM1 (24 Cents) in govt hospitals. If you get hurt here, we got you covered.

And that’s just off my head! If there’s something specific you’d like you know, feel free to ask further ouob

#inbox #long post #Malaysia

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rainingpouringetc · 4 years ago

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Hello,,, can you please tell me in just what happened in the coi table???? I'm really bad at listening closely in a video. It's fine if you can't. Thanks!!

lucky for you, anon, i am extremely bored and mad so i need a distraction. as such, i’m gonna do my best to transcribe it, although obviously it won’t be perfect. hope this helps :) (if you just want it broken down in simple bullet points, this was a good post for that)

[obviously this isn’t my own writing, i simply transcribed as best i could from cassie’s video]

Cassie: we open at a party. Cordelia is looking over at her brother.

Alastair looked... well, Alastair looked expressionless, or would to someone who didn’t know him. Cordelia knew by his slumped posture--he was nearly sliding down the pillar--and his tightly fisted hands that he was quite upset.

Charles: “I know you read mundane newspapers, too. I wondered if you’d noticed the recent murder in the East End. It’s the sort of thing that seems as if it shouldn’t interest us, but on closer examination...”

Cordelia stepped up to Alastair, blinking demurely. She knew people were watching. She wanted to give them no reason to talk.

Cordelia: “Charles, I believe that you agreed to stay away from my brother.”

Charles raised a superior eyebrow.

Charles: “Cordelia, dear, men have disagreements among themselves sometimes. It’s best to leave them be to sort it out.”

Cordelia looked at Alastair.

Cordelia: “Do you wish to converse with Charles?”

Alastair: “No.”

Charles flushed.

Charles: “Alastair, only a coward needs to be rescued by his little sister.”

Alastair’s expressive eyebrows flickered.

Alastair: “And only an ass puts people into situations in which they need to be rescued at all.”

Charles took a deep breath as if he were about to shout, but Cordelia moved swiftly between him and her brother. Her smile was starting to make her face ache.

Cordelia: “Charles, go away now, or I will tell everyone how your aunt and uncle must go rushing off to Paris to rescue the Clave from your blunder.”

Charles’ eyes narrowed, and somehow in that moment Cordelia saw Matthew in him. She could not imagine why. There could not have been two more different people. **If only Charles was more kind or more understanding, and perhaps Matthew would not--

Cordelia blinked. Charles had said something, undoubtedly something cutting, and stomped off. As he did, she noticed they were indeed being watched, by Thomas. He was gazing at them from across the room, seemingly arrested in midmotion. Behind him, James had rejoined his friends and was chatting with them, one hand lightly on Matthew’s shoulder.

Several things happened at once. Thomas, seeing Cordelia looking at him, blushed and turned away. The music ended and the dancers began to stream off the floor. And Grace left Toby without a word and came up to James. Matthew and Christopher were laughing together. Matthew stopped, staring as Grace said something to James, and the two of them stepped a bit apart from the others. James was shaking his head. His silver bracelet glimmered on his wrist as he gestured.

Alastair: “Want to go over and break James’ legs?”

Cordelia: “He can hardly run away screaming if Grace approaches him. He must be polite.”

Alastair: “As you were polite to Charles? Don’t take it the wrong way, Layla, I’m grateful, but you don’t need to--”

Out of the corner of her eye, Cordelia saw James break away from Grace. He came toward her; he was white as a sheet, but otherwise his Mask was firmly in place.

James: “Alastair, good to see you. Are your parents well?”

Alastair had told her she didn’t need to be polite, but politeness had its uses. James wore his manners like a suit of armor. A Suit to match his Mask.

Alastair: “Well enough. The Silent Brothers recommended my mother rest at home, given her condition. My father didn’t want to leave her.”

Some of this was doubtless true. And some of it wasn’t. Cordelia didn’t have the heart for investigation. She no longer had the heart for the party at all. James hadn’t betrayed their agreement, but it was clear that it caused him pain to be in the same room as Grace. The worst part was that she could sympathize. She knew what it was like to be near the person you loved but feel as if you were a million miles away.

Cordelia: “James, I find I have a rather desire to play chess.”

That brought a smile from James, though only a slight one.

James: “Of course. We shall depart at once.”

Alastair: “Play chess? How thrilling.”

Cordelia kissed Alastair goodbye on the cheek as James went to offer the necessary excuses to their hosts. They collected their things in silence and soon found themselves on the front steps of the Wentworths’ house, waiting for their carriage to be brought around. It was a lovely night.

Grace had watched them go, a thoughtful expression on her face. Cordelia could not help but wonder how much she concealed. It was not like her to approach James. Perhaps she had felt desperate. Cordelia could not blame her if she did.

But she could not ask James because they were not alone on the steps. Tessa and Will were there. Tessa was smiling up at Will as she tucked her hands into fur lined gloves. He went to brush her hair from her forehead. James cleared his throat loudly.

James: “Otherwise they’d start kissing. Believe me, I know.”

Tessa seemed delighted to see them. She beamed at Cordelia.

Tessa: “Don’t you look lovely! Dreadful we have to leave the party so early. Fortunately, Ms. Highsmith has offered poor Filomena the use of her carriage later, but we’re meant to Portal to Paris early tomorrow morning.”

She did not, Cordelia noted, mention Charles.

Will: “We tried to approach you inside, but were cut off by Rosamund chasing Toby around because their ice sculpture had melted. What does it mean for the youth of today that they don’t know that ice melts? What are we teaching them in the school rooms?”

James: “Is this another youth-of-today speech?”

He dropped his voice into a passable imitation of Will’s.

James: “Running about, no morals, using ridiculous words like ***barney and brinkets.”

Will: “Even I know brinkets is not a word.”

He and James bantered back and forth as the Institute’s carriage rolled around the corner and stopped at the foot of the steps, driven by a skinny footman in silver and ivory. Cordelia could not help but think how different James’ relationship with his father was from Alastair’s with Elias. She wondered sometimes what Elias would say if he knew about Alastair and Charles. She wanted to think he wouldn’t care. Months ago she would’ve been sure of it. Now she was sure of nothing.

Her reverie was broken by a sudden shout. The skinny footman had leapt to his feet, looking about wild eyed.

Footman: “Demon! Demon!”

Cordelia stared. Something that looked like a spinning wheel covered in wet, red mouths shot out from under the carriage and rolled about in a circle. She reached for Cortana and flinched, her palm stinging. Had she cut herself on it somehow? That couldn’t be possible. James laid a hand on Cordelia’s shoulder.

James: “It’s all right, there’s no need.”

Will was looking at Tessa, his blue eyes wide.

Will: “Can I...?”

Tessa smiled indulgently, as if Will had asked for a second helping of cake.

Tessa: “Oh, go ahead.”

Will made a whooping sound. As Cordelia stared in puzzlement, he leaped down the stairs and raced off, chasing the wheel demon. Tessa and James were both smiling.

Cordelia: “Should we help him?”

James: “No. That demon and my father are old friends--or, rather, old enemies, but it amounts to the same thing. He likes to chase him around after parties.”

Cordelia: “That is very peculiar. I see that I have agreed to marry into a very peculiar family.”

James: “Don’t pretend you didn’t know that already.”

Cordelia laughed. It was all so ridiculous and yet so very much the way James’ family always was. She felt as if things were almost normal again by the time their carriage came around and they clambered into it. As they rolled off into the night, they passed Will, brandishing a seraph blade as he happily chased the wheel demon through the Wentworths’ rose garden.

~end of scene~

**this sentence was spoken really fast (cassie talks a mile a minute), i’m not sure if i got it entirely correct but i think i got it pretty close

***again, i think this is what they’re saying, but it’s hard to make out

#tlh #the last hours #chain of iron #alastair carstairs #cordelia carstairs #charles fairchild #james herondale #anon

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