#tre cools girlfriend

[sthavoc]

maybe the podcast he went on where they're talking about what the hair tie on his wrist meant and he's like "i mean it's my hair tie but i do have a girlfriend, it's not a secret just more private" and then with him loving lamps he says his girlfriend loves them and hates big lights so she has so many lamps and candles all around the house. basically him gushing about his girly and the hosts being like "estas enamoradoooo" and him blushing

𖦁ׅ ࣪ ׂ 🕯️𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

𖥔 ࣪˖ pairing: enzo x fem!reader

𖥔 ࣪˖ summary: Enzo talks about your obsession with lamps and candles around your home on the podcast. And also the significance of the hair tie on his wrist.

𖥔 ࣪˖ warnings: nothing but fluff on this one

𖥔 ࣪˖ note: this is so cute! thank you for the request and I hope this is somewhat of what you were looking for anon<3 I honestly kind of improvised the podcast bc I don’t remember everything they said. it is 1 am where I live and I should be sleeping but I can’t…

“Bueno, pero me acabo de acordar.” Carlos points at Enzo’s hair tie letting out a laugh at the remembering he just had making Mariang laugh as well, but causing Enzo to look confused. “Hay un tweet donde sale una foto tuya en el ascensor y sales con la goma para el pelo.” He continued to point at the hair tie, and Enzo only remained more confused.

“Sí, para atarme el pelo.” Enzo nods and tugs the hair tie on his wrist. “Obvio.”

“Y el tweet ponía “chicas” tres puntos.” Mariang adds.

Enzo only appeared more baffled at the fact that his fans tweeted about a hair tie that was on his wrist.

“¿Que significa eso?” Enzo questioned glimpsing at Carlos who was ready to answer back.

“Que era de alguna chica con la que estás implicado.”

“No, pero es mía. Para atarme el pelo.” He looks at the hair tie and points at it.

“Bueno entonces, ¿das por finalizada que la goma es tuya?” Carlos laughed throughout his sentence as he looked at Enzo glanced at his hair tie another time.

“Sí, Y-yo creo que es mía. Bueno tengo novia, no es secreto, pero la goma es mía, pero ya ese tema es más privado.” He taps the surface of the table as he inclines his head towards the side for a short second.

“Bueno, pues gracias por aclarar. Cambiando de tema,” Mariang laughs pushing her mic a bit forward.

The three of them proceeded to talk about the movie and other random topics they would hit in the conversation. Like appealing to Enzo about his fans and any random app he had on his phone. Until they caught up with the topic about the money and how they would waste it on all kinds of things. Mariang spoke of the topic of furniture.

“A mí también me gustan los muebles.” Enzo nods along.

“Ah ¿a ti también? ¿Cuál es tu mueble favorito?” Mariang added to the subject as Enzo thought of his response.

“Las lámparas.” He speaks making Mariang nod along as she approves that was also her favorite type of furniture.

“¿Cuál es tu tipo de luz?” She questioned intrigued.

“Cálida, siempre.” Enzo retorts with no doubt in his voice. “Mi novia fue la que hizo que me gustaran de echo.” He chooses to add, with a tsk of his tongue.

“¿En serio? Ay, suena cool tu novia eh.” Mariang gushed grinning at the mention of you.

Enzo’s smile was followed by a nod and a few phrases. “Sí. Ella está obsesionada con las lámparas y las velas también. Como odia las luces así grandes pues tiene toda la casa llena de velas y lámparas.” He expanded his hands in a way of illustrating the big lights.

You were just like him and hated white lighting. It made your eyes burn, and you personally thought it ruined the warmth feeling of a home. Plus you had always wanted your place to have tons of candles and lamps around it.

“Ay pero qué linda. Me da las vibes de que es muy tranquila.” Carlos nods while Mariang agrees with him.

Enzo’s heart only swelled at the thought of you, and how you would look when lighting up the candles around your house. The times when you would have music playing on your radio and you would dance around turning them on.

“Sí, lo es. Se pone contenta al comprar nuevas velas o algún tipo de lámpara. También compra de pura luz cálida.” Enzo spoke into the mic as he kept his contact with Carlos and Mariang who paid attention to him. “Transmite paz. Es un amor.”

“Pero tío, ¡si estás enamorado!” Mariang signaled with her hand towards Enzo who chuckled. Not hiding the fact that he was turning red.

There was no lie in Mariang’s words. He was very much in love with you.

“Entonces espera, ¿la foto tuya donde estás con las plantas y una lamparita es en su casa?” Carlos asked out of curiousness.

“Sí. se le había caído y me pidió que se la arreglara.” Enzo responded.

“Ay pero qué lindo.” Mariang lets out with a cute tone. Enzo nodded with a small smile carved on his lips remembering the moment of you two.

“¿Y siempre le han gustado las lámparas?” Carlos asked before he took a sip of his drink.

For you, there was not a time where you did not like lamps or candles. They were one of your sources of happiness and personal warmth. So Enzo’s response was—

“La verdad que sí. Desde que la conozco siempre le han gustado. Recuerdo que la primera vez que entré a su casa me dijo “No te asustes” Y yo como ¿Pero por qué me voy a asustar?” Enzo furrowed his brows with the smallest of smiles.

“Claro.” Carlos nodded.

“Ya hasta que entre y vi las lámparas y velas.” Enzo chuckles at the memory. “Pero ahora que veo una lamparita o una vela por ahí me acuerdo de ella. Hasta le compré una.” He mentions with a raise of eyebrows.

“Hay ¿en serio? ¿Le dijiste? no vaya a ser que vea el podcast y se arruine la sorpresa.” Mariang looked at the camera making both Enzo and Carlos laugh. Enzo shook his head before he spoke—

“No, sí le dije y está contenta. Espera con ansia su lamparita.”

“Que bonito.” Carlos spoke peacefully into his mic.

Enzo knew you would love your new lamp, and he couldn’t wait to see your face and how it would brighten against the warm light.

[julianalvarez9]

work for it / mason mount

summary: you like mason too. but you decide it's funnier to make him work for it a bit.

request: hiii could i request a mason mount ig au where reader is messi’s daughter but they were lowkey at first :’)) and her brothers loooove mason too hehehe 👉🏻👈🏻

pair: mason mount x messi!reader

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masonmount bring your niece to work day :)

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name_messi you should drop her off to play with mateo

masonmount any room for the cool uncle?

name_messi no

cmpulisic tell her uncle chris misses her :(

kepaarrizabalaga es más rápida que tú 😂 (she's faster than you 😂)

name_messi lo decís como si fuera difícil 😂 (you're saying it like it's hard 😂)

masonmount you can't come to my page to speak badly of me in another language name_messi 🙁

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name_messi de vuelta en casa! extrañaba a mis tres diablitos 🤍 (back home! missed my three little devils 🤍)

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masonmount can i be in the middle? xx

name_messi no xxx

user1 3 kisses instead of 2? she's in love 😂

antonelarocuzzo 😂

user2 PLEASE mason is trying sooo hard

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name_messi quién ganó, un nene de 7 años o un jugador de premier league 😂 (who won, a 7 year old kid or a premier league player 😂)

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masonmount a 7 year old kid with messi as his last name*

cmpulisic just accept that you got bodied by a 7 yo 😂

user1 did mason finally take summer to play with mateo? 😭 we need pics

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name_messi babysitting 2 kids today, should be paid extra tbh

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user3 i love that her brothers are always with them it feels like they love him sm 🥹

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masonmount can you babysit me every day?

cmpulisic man you're embarrassing yourself at this point 😂

user1 mason winning by being so close to the messi's

user2 imagine if he marries her 🥹 messi-mount sounding real good

user3 please he doesn't have a chance 😂

antonelarocuzzo lindos!! ❤️ (pretty! ❤️)

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name_messi mason tried mate today this is a big deal !!!!

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masonmount we look good together, don't you think? ;)

name_messi we'll look better if you weren't standing so close to me

masonmount funny that you say that now

user1 MASON SPILL

antonelarocuzzo le gustó???? (did he like it?)

name_messi espero que sí sino no vamos a ser más amigos (hope he did, if not we're not gonna keep being friends)

user2 babysitting together

user3 they're ready to have kids of their own at this point

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user3 MASON WHAT THE FUCK

name_messi mason what the fuck?

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name_messi me estoy arrepintiendo de haberlo traído (i'm regretting even bringing him here)

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cmpulisic nice view you've got there ;)

name_messi i'll ship him to you rn if you want him

cmpulisic he's all yours

masonmount you love me

name_messi we're friends

masonmount friends that love each other secretly

name_messi so you love me?

user1 it isn't a secret 😂

user2 okay bringing him to a FAMILY VACATION? they're together at this point

name_messi we're not

masonmount yet*

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masonmount she finally said yes 🤍

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cmpulisic thought this was an engagement post for a bit 😂

masonmount that was the first question. she said no.

benchilwell again, how many times did you ask her to be your girlfriend?

masonmount she said no 7 times, 2 times that she'd think about it

kaihavertz29 so 10 time's a charm 😂

name_messi me engañó para que diga que sí 🙄 (tricked me into saying yes 🙄)

antonelarocuzzo lo hiciste trabajar 😂 (made him work for it 😂)

name_messi había que hacerlo transpirar un poco, no todo puede ser fácil solo porque es lindo 🙄 (he had to sweat it a bit, not everything can be easy just bc he's cute 🙄)

masonmount what does lindo mean?

[notroosterbradshaw]

Cass! For the writer ask game!

💌

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

ALEXA, yes! There is a lot bubbling here in my convoluted brain. A lot. Two major things and a few little tidbits:

a TBE/TRE spin-off series that sits side by side with TGM and it's a whole thing << dunno if I'll publish this or keep it for myself because I think readership has fallen a bit out of love with this universe and that's cool, but I haven't and I want to really explore this new part of their relationship.

pwp smut with who else... << likely this one sees light of day first.

more drabbles waiting to be actioned in my asks (I see them, you guys. I'm just a little excited about #1 and #2 so these are on the back burner). I'm not accepting any more requests at this time until that pile is whittled down to a respectable/manageable level.

close to a milestone and trying to figure out how to celebrate (if anyone is into that...) Any ideas? Am I cool enough to even run something like that? Probs not...

Do you want to see a little bit of #2?

The sound that escaped Rooster’s lips as you dragged your nails through his unruly curls had you cackling. “Rooster Bradshaw, you need a girlfriend.”

“I don’t need a girlfriend; I just need to get laid,” he protested, then added softly, “Please don’t stop. That feels so fuckin’ good. It’s like the most psychical contact I’ve had in...” his eyes fluttered closed and took a deep, satisfied pull of his beer. He didn’t want to admit how long it had been since someone had touched him like that.

Continuing and pressing your fingertips into his scalp, his shoulders dropped, completely melting in your touch. “This must be the longest dry spell you’ve ever had,” you reckoned quietly. “Unlike you to add another notch or two to your bedpost each week.”

“I know,” he said dismally. His head shot up. “Hold on, really? You think I get laid that often?”

“You don’t?”

He turned back to you and made a face, he’d let pretences lie. “Maybe you’re right, I need a girlfriend.” 

[xxpobloxx]

Chapter 0 - A Bit of Backstory

Middle School is quite the awkward year, you arent a kid anymore, but you are not an adult just yet. which brings us a group of kids, Billie Joe Armstrong, and his friends, Frank Edwin Wright III, and Michael Pritchard, though those two instead called themselves Tre Cool and Mike Dirnt. This trio of kids were troublemakers to say the least, often pulling pranks on teachers and school faculty. They found it odd that the school would be funded not by a board, but by a pharmaceutical company of all things, so they chose to no longer give a shit.

One day, hanging out in the lunchroom, a few hours before school normally starts, Tre comes in with a large box full of stuff.

"This dude I know, his name's Spencer, he brought me this, a whole music kit!" he said, revealing a drum kit, some microphones, a guitar, a bass, and few amps, "I call dibs on the drums!" Tre said, getting them set up, Billie choosing the guitar, and Mike choosing the bass. They plugged in, and noticed the amps were full of stickers of all sorts, all of which were strange and different, but all of them were green.

"I'm gonna sing too, fuck it." Billie said, setting up a mic stand for himself. The trio would soon play, it started off sounding a bit reckless, but soon, transformed into something of value.

They called it, Welcome To Paradise

Though as they rehearsed the song one more time, faculty members came in, apprehending the three. Billie remembers being taken home and not going to school that day, he cant recall the rest of the day, though he came back the next day, and before class, he would come see Tre.

"Hey, Tre! What's up?"

"Uhm... I don't know you? And my name isn't Tre."

Billie frowned as his friend had forgotten him, he went to find Mike, though he too had forgotten him.

Billie would never see his once-friends again, and as he grew, he would unfortunately forget he had friends. As the medicine he had to take after the incident, unbeknownst to him at the time, would make him soon forget them too. Though years later, now older, would look out the window of his apartment, soon, he would see in the alleyway, a group of people in masks spray painting messages on walls, displaying messages about how Better Living Industries, the company who made Battery City, are controlling people, it made him realize, those pills he had to take since the incident were from BLI, and it made him think, he never really had a girlfriend before, and he was told he needed to prioritize that. But he didn't know if that was what he wanted.

But seeing this enlightened him, the message was clear, this life, in Battery City, was suppressing his full potential. He got a red t-shirt, a marker, wrote "FUCK YOU" on it, switched into it, ripped a jacket into a vest, put it on, put some tape on both for decorative purposes, and began his escape.

He didn't know where the exit to battery city was, so he went in with the masked people vandalizing the alleyway, one of them noticed he had no mask on.

"DUDE! PUT SOMETHING ON! THEY'LL FIND YOU!" she whisper-yelled, getting a helmet from her backpack and putting it over his head, she chucked, "Hehe, suits you well, I don't remember you, what do we call you again?"

"Uhhhh... Jim Dickman." Billie said, making the name up on the spot, before sighing, lifting the visor up, "Look, I saw your messages, so I came down and wanted to join you guys."

She smiled, "Hey, bud, y'know, I can set you guys up, I know a guy in the zones- er, the zones are sorta the outskirts of Battery City, anyway, so, I know a guy who can deck you up with a better look, you look like a fish learning target practice right now, they'll fix you up."

Once the group was ready to return to the zones, Billie went with them, the girl, calling herself Cassiette, brought him to a place where he would get a new outfit, to which he used a bit of what he got, and a bit of what he knows will shock any exterminators, this included wearing a skirt, leggings high enough to be presumed to be pants, and lots of funny penises, on his new ray gun, on his new mask, and as a patch on the back of his vest, once he was all ready, putting on some makeup just for fun. Billie Joe Armstrong was no more, now, he is Jim Dickman, and Cassiette loved him, she thought he looked super cute and sexy, so, she brought him into the restroom for some, private time together...

This would be a first, he was lead to believe he should be on the giving end of these kinds of things, but receiving it was way more fun, this would be a beginning for him. He would go on from there blasting Draculoids and flirting with fellow zone runners, he would not be able to be friends with Cassiette forever, as one time she was captured, and/or killed, he didn't want to figure out which. Despite this, Jim Dickman did meet some other friends in the zones, the Fab Four, the most well known, a mystery by the name of Psycho Beauty, and a trio of misfits named Fresh Salters, Jaxxy Jupiter, and Voxel Purple.

[kisara123]

16 Years old me

Finally 16 years old me, First Battle of the Bands with my friends it was so memorable and so fun. We scream, jump, and sing along with the singers, we even started dancing while singing, that night was so memorable I just can't forget that night. The next is Tres Marites together with our new friend Cyrine we called our group "Prii". And again the Tres Marites that photo was captured by Hendrich our only boy in our group "Bii's" but he was in a different section so it's a bit sad. And just me startled by the camera that's why that's my expression. The next is the morning of Nika's day, I looked cool, right? And the Tres Marites together with our classmate since Grade 9, Jc. Bii's together with Jc, we were just gossiping and then we decided to take a picture. And the coolest photo we ever had was "THE TRES MARITES". The next photo was so precious, and for the first time the "Old But Gold" reunited, I just can't say anything since I'm speechless when I see that photo. The next is the photo of Newton Girls, we were studying at that time for our upcoming test so we decided to go study at the library. The Mafia Fam, that photo was taken at our Christmas Party since our theme is Formal Attire but we looked like Mafia Fam celebrating Christmas. Next is the Girlfriends, a friendship full of girls just hanging out with our one friend who just got her hair done. Next, is me taking a selfie while wearing my Senior High School Uniform for the first time? Next is me and my friend Kate and going to the "Pailaw" and just hanging out telling each other how we miss each other. And me and my mama at the "Pailaw". And lastly, me and my fam celebrating New Year.

[roscoe-me-and-this-fuckin-kid]

my three girlfriends

(and yes, they smoke weed)

[k3rplunked]

my three girlfriends. and yes, they smoke weed.

[kittehkwrites]

Hi sis! I LOVE LOVE LOVE your Streets (Trevante) imagine. Are you taking requests currently? I was wondering if you can write one about Tre going on a date with a famous actress (the reader) and he's nervous and desperately trying to impress her.

A/N: Hi! So sorry this took me so long. Been trying to adjust to a lot of changes and hadn’t been checking my inbox :(. Hopefully you like it and I didn’t disappoint💜.

First date jitters.

Warnings: fluff, nervous Trevante

Trevante was head over heels for you.

He didn’t know what to expect when he actually met you. 

He’d heard from others that you were down to earth but he figured that that would change because it seemed like all the famous peoples hes met or have had encounters with have all been jerks or just distant and cold when it comes to being social.

When he did get to meet you, you completely caught his attention more so than before, when he didn’t know you at all.

You were the whole package.

He’d met you through a mutual friend you guys had.

The same day you guys were introduced, he made it his mission to get you to go out with him but one thing was holding him back, himself.

Trevante was nervous.

He wasn’t too sure that you’d be interested but when he told his friend that he had a crush on you, they’d hatch a plan to get you with him at the next get together.

At a dinner party things went in to motion.

Trevante had gone outside for a little fresh air on the patio whilst you had gone to the bathroom.

When you returned, you were told by your mutual friend that Trevante was asking for you and wanted to talk to you about something.

You admit, it was strange because yea you guys have small conversations here and there but never alone fully.

But you decided to bite and made your way out on the patio to see what he wanted.

The mutual friend (Tom, Trevante’s long time friend and a cast member to you) along with his girlfriend (Sarah) would do everything they could to make sure you guys weren’t interrupted.

Trevante figured this was the plan Tom had and just got over any initial jitters he had when he saw you making your way out of the sliding door.

It worked because here you guys were. Out at a little Christmas lights festival grounds.

It was almost too good to be true if he was to be completely honest. 

He felt like something could go wrong at any moment and it could mess up his chances to take you out again or to just have you around, in his presence so he could soak up that beautiful energy you always dragged along with you.

You hadn’t noticed the worry and anxiousness until you guys got to a quieter area of the lights.

You thought he was going to be talking to you a bit more ( considering you guys always have small conversations when you’re around friends ) 

but now it was different.

You turned to look at him and see he was paying more attention to the ground then to the lights.

“What’s so cool down there?” You’d ask in a playful tone.

He’d quickly turn to you and give you a brief smile before awkwardly chuckling.

“Huh? Oh nothin just, just uh thinkin” He came off a little colder than expected but you tried to say it was all in your head.

“About?” You were someone that always wanted to know what was going on in other people’s minds. As tonight would have it, knowing what was occupying his mind was on the top of your list.

He’d nervously chuckle and try to brush it off but you wouldn’t let that happen.

You began to think maybe he wasn’t that interested in you or maybe he thought you weren’t as interesting on your own.

As he tried to continue walking forward, you’d stop a little behind him to see if he’d notice.

He got a good 3 or 4 steps in front of you before he realised you weren’t near him.

He turned to see you standing behind him, the lights shining on your skin and making you look even more angelic and making him more nervous as he thought how was he so lucky you agreed to come to see some Christmas lights with such an average guy.

“Did I do something?” You ask a little impatiently. “Am I not what you expected or what?” 

“Wha-what are you talking about?“ he’d ask as he walked back to you, both of you now standing face-to-face.

“It’s just that you seem uninterested.” Your head turned away from his intense gaze. Your voice quieter near the end of the sentence.

He was quiet for a second, well he thought it was a second.

To you it felt like longer and you didn’t want to stand there awkwardly while he tried to come up with something.

“We can just call it a night if you want. I don’t want to waste your time any longer than I probably have.” You response to the silence caught his attention and before you could attempt to turn away and make your way back to the entrance of the festival grounds, he’d stop you.

He grabbed your elbow softly before turning you back to looking at him completely.

He’d let out a sigh before looking you in your eyes that he deemed were more beautiful than diamonds and pearls.

“Listen,” He was trying to think of the best way to say everything and not sound weird or anything.

“Hey, I ain’t goin hold you. We can just go.” You’d cut him off to avoid some sad story. Always one to jump to conclusions.

You couldn’t help it. Even though you were famous now, you still had a fear when it came to romantic partners and how they viewed you, to an extent. You’d always want to be the one to end it as a way to avoid rejection rather than allowing them to end it. 

So that’s how you were taking his behaviour. Him slowly rejecting the idea of continuing with you and possibly actually getting into a relationship.

“No. I-It’s nothing like that” he’d pause before looking away and then back to your face and see the faked facial expression that was plastered on it. You were trying to hide your hurt and he didn’t know he was causing this until now.

“I-” before he could get his words out, you’d cut him off again.

“Dude. It’s ok.” You said with a tight smile and it not reaching your eyes.

“We can just g-” You we’re cut off by his lips being pressed against yours.

You hadn’t realised his eyes had moved down to your lips until then and you began to melt a little into it before he pulled away, you almost following him as he separated from you.

“Just listen.” He said with a chuckle, releasing a breath.

You were still in a light daze from having felt his lush, soft limps press against yours so gently but with a purpose at the same time.

You nodded and but your bottom lip to keep you quiet.

“It’s not you. You did nothing wrong, in fact you’re perfect and I know that I’ve been quiet but I reassure you that you did nothing wrong.” He said quickly and had to stop himself so he could say what he had to say carefully.

You looked into his deep eyes again, waiting for him to continue. Your haze clearing and focus now on him at the seriousness coming from his voice.

“I’m nervous.”

You looked at him quizzically, again waiting for him to continue with what he’s attempting to say.

When he looked at you and didn’t say anything you asked “nervous? Why?” 

You couldn’t understand how this hunk of a man was nervous. He was good looking, smelt incredible, had beautiful personality and a great aura about him that made him appear even more god-like than you thought would ever be possible. 

“Because you’re you and I’m me.” He begin to say. 

To him, you were completely out of his league and he didn’t want to disappoint you or waste your time.

“It’s not us infront of our friends or anything. It’s just us right here, right now”- he’d say, bringing his hands down from your elbow, pulling them out of your coat pocket and holding your smaller hands in his larger ones, occasionally squeezing them lightly- “and I don’t want to mess up because you might not want to see me again once you’ve spent this time with me.” 

You felt warm on the inside knowing you had this affect on him.

“I’m nervous that this date is gonna be our first, and our last, because you might think how basic it is of me to bring you here but I remembered you saying how much you wanted to go and see Christmas lights and this popped up and it has a lot of the things you were mentioning and even food stalls, which I was going to take you to after to try some of the cookies because you said you really like the sug-” He was rambling.

It was you that leaned forward to kiss him this time.

When you pulled back you saw his stunned expression and you couldn’t help but let a giggle out, wondering if this was how you looked when he did it to you.

“What was that for?” He couldn’t believe you did that. Obviously he couldn’t believe he did it to you at first and you didnt slap him in return but he totally hadn’t been expecting you to kiss him. 

“To let you know that you have nothing to be nervous about.” Your face was lit up like the display you both were infront of, a smile ghosting over your lips as you softly bit them to keep from laughing at his behaviour but to also stop yourself from saying anything that may ruin the moment had you let the laugh slip. 

His face morphed from shocked to elated.

“Really?” A massive grin now placed on his facial features. 

“Yup” Popping the ‘p’, you couldn’t help it this time to let a small chuckle out at the way he was still trying to process what had just happened. 

“Bu-”

“This has been the best first date I’ve ever had. Not only did you remember I wanted to do something and incorporated it, you also put a lot of thought into it.” This time you were squeezing his hands lightly swaying them because it was just so cute and you didn’t know what to do with yourself in this situation but that. 

“ Yea it’s not extravagant, but it’s the thought that counts. Trust me when I say I would rather be here than in some stuffyrestaurantt, being bombarded every couple of minutes.”

He couldn’t believe you said that.

“You sure you don’t want to go somewhere fancier? I know with you being a celebrity that this seems so mundane compared to going to those big parties and stuff.” He just wanted to make sure you weren’t just saying this to make him feel better.

“Trust me. I might like being an actress but it’s not everyday that I want to be surrounded in tight spaces with other people networking and promoting.” That silly grin still etched into both of your faces.

“I’ve missed doing things like this and not being worried about paparazzi following me or having to wear heels, which are a torture device if you ask me, and skin tight dresses blah blah blah.”

“This was perfect and I’m glad you told me how you’re feeling because we’re both able to fix it now and we can continue with our date and not worry about if one of us is bored or not interested.” You expressed to him again.

“I’m very happy. I’m very happy right here, right now with just you and I,  Ok?” You asked softly. Leaning in slightly, you wanted another kiss and he could tell by the signs.

So he’d look down from your genuine eyes to your full lips, nodding his head before saying “Ok.” and completing the distance between you both to place another gentle but determined kiss on your mouth.

When you guys seperated you couldnt help but have that big smile on your face as you felt your cheeks and the tips of your ears warming up.

“Fantastic. Now take me to one of those food stalls you mentioned. I could go for a sugar cookie.” You both relaxed and had been holding eachothers hands still, him now swinging them back and forth and you smiling at the way he felt the same and was carrying on with motion you started. 

“Right this way ma’am.” He’d release one of your hands before extending it to the direction in front of him, bending slightly as if bowing to you and you couldn’t help but laugh at this funny behaviour you’ve grown fond of to return.

“Why thank you, Sir.” You’d say, giving him a smallish curtsy, returning the same loose and silly energy he was now gracing you with. “Wonder what you have planned for our next date”

His eyebrows raised at your query. “Next date?”, he’d repeat, coming to stand more so behind you as you guys approached the line infront of the food stall selling the sugar cookies you had wanted. His big stature giving off a nice heat to you from behind and making you feel protected as you guys took steps up each time people got their treats and moved out of the line.

“Yea,” You’d say, leaning back into him slightly, you’d pull his hand over your shoulder and look into his eyes as you’d somewhat turned your head back to him.”You think I wouldn’t be expecting another date when you kissed me the way you just did? You must be out of your mind to think I’m not gonna be up for anything else you have planned.” You were almost next in line so your head turned back to the front and looked at the options from the stalls and thought about which one you wanted.

“Well…” he’d start off jokingly.

“Just a heads up, I’ve never gone to see the fireworks with anyone other than family and I heard they are really pretty around this time.” A cheeky grin smeared on your face as you turned to give him a wink before the person behind the stall divider called out ‘next!’

He’d let out a chuckle before shaking his head, making a mental note to take you to see the fireworks for a New Years date.

He watched as you got both of you some cookies and stepped in before you could give the vendor your money.

 He was going to pay.

After having spent the rest of the night talking and doing other small activities around the festive grounds, he began to plan another date, one that was more sophisticated before trying to set up something before New Years, which he already knew what you wanted to do but he was still going to try his best and add more value to it.

Sorry this took me so long to do🥴. I’ve been moving and adjusting to a lot but I finally got to it and I hope you like it💜.

Hope you all have been staying safe and are taking time for yourselves.

-K💜

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[greendaynation]

so one thing i’ve been wondering about for a while is Billie’s first girlfriend, if you want to call her that. this infamous “Amanda,” does anyone know anything about this mystery girl? does she even exist? where is the evidence? there has to be a photo of her somewhere right? (whoa, that’s a lot of questions but i need answers). this is the girl that moved to Ecuador i think and was against modern society or some shit, she didn’t like McDonald’s or any corporate America crap and didn’t like the fact that Billie was going to sign to a major record label. well anyways you all know the story. does anyone know what became of this chick? she’s the inspiration to many of Green Day’s songs. somebody has to know something about her right? i just want someone to educate me lol. sorry for the long rant, but i’ve always wondered about her...

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What The Heart Wants Pt.6

Billy Hargrove X Reader

Warnings : Cursing , Bullying , Harassment , Billy being Billy 

Author Note: Hope You Enjoy This Chapter and I apologize this was supposed to be out but ive going though a rough patch with my family so i hope you understand.

Billy walked over to Y/N and Max; he couldn't help but overhear Susan talking to the police.

“ Sir please i just want my little girl I don't do anything else but her.” Susan says trying to calm her breathing from crying so much

“ Ma'am, your daughter stated she wants to go with her step brother and his girlfriend. We are gonna have to take you downtown for questioning. This isn't the first time Mrs.Hargrove.”  Officer Powell asked why detaining her.

Susan started to protest but saw that was Max was looking at her and stopped and held her head down and started walking with the officer.

“ I'm so sorry you guys had to see that, that wasn't what I was going for, I just wanted to get our stuff so we can move in.” Billy says looking sad he never wanted Max or Y/N to see that side again. Billy then looks towards Will who was just wide eyed.

“ Hey Will right i'm sorry you had to see that I truly didn't mean for you to see that.” Billy says with an apologetic look. Will looks up at Billy, surprised by the story Jonathan and Max told him.  He doesn't seem so bad hopefully they can be friends

“

“ It's okay Billy i understand”. Will says, accepting his apology. 

Y/N then runs up and pulls Billy into a hug and just embraces him Y/N was so proud of Billy he finally stood up against his father. “ im super proud of you baby” Y/N says kissing Billy’s cheek 

Hopper looked at the two teenagers and smiled. It was rare for guys like Billy. He's honestly happy that he has this chance to make his life right with the right people by his side. 

“ Come one let’s get some more stuff out the house and go to Y/N place” Billy says while getting his key from Y/N . “ Yessss so i can more stuff then i intended” Max says while shouting in excitement to bring more of her things. “ Well as long as it fits in the car we'll just get a truck to move it”. Billy says while correcting Max he doesn't want his car to be too crowded. “ You guys don’t need a bed or dressers. My parents got you guys covered with bedding just more clothes and stuff you can fit”. Y/N says while fixing the trunk to make room.

----- 1 Hour Later----

After an hour later they arrived at Y/N house. Her and Billy explained what happened at his fathers house . Y/N and Billy starts to explain what had happened down at his fathers house and how he was gonna move forward to have sole custody of Max and to be filed down as independent. 

“ That’s a very good plan Billy and you know you and Max can still for however long you like it’s no problem to us you were already family from the beginning” Y/N mother Angelina says while putting the cookies in the oven. 

“ I agree with my wife you can stay however long you like” Y/N father Tremaine says while putting the sodas in the freezer. 

“ we definitely appreciate the love and roof you're giving me and max I won’t let you down” Billy says while looking at them. 

“ You don’t have to prove anything baby, we love you just the way you are flaws and all “ Y/ N says as she looks at Billy with full love in the eyes.

“ BABY” Both of Y/N parents shouted at the same time. 

“ Ummmmm yea as of today me and Billy are together “Y/N says while looking down shyly. To shy look at her parents reaction. 

“ Ha I knew it Tre you owe me 40$ bucks” Angelina says happily she knew they was gonna get together 

“ Man you guys couldn’t wait till next week I could’ve had extra money” Tre says pulling out the 40 dollars to hand to his wife. 

“ You are not mad about us” Billy says confused because growing with a dad like his a relationship between him and Y/N would be frowned upon. 

“ never we don’t care as long as you live and respect our daughter that’s all that matters” Tremaine says to Billy while tenderly holding Angelina to him. 

Y/N was about to say something when the doorbell rang, she gets up to ask who it was when a familiar voice called out. 

“ Y/ N your favorite person in the whole wide world is here “ 

“ No I’m Y/N favorite you can ask her herself” 

“ No Y/N loves me more she makes me more food than any of you” 

“ Well Y/N be at my house almost every other day with my sister so I get to see her more than any of you” 

Y/N knew right there it was the rest of her miniature best friends. 

“ Well all you are wrong Y/N loves me more and I’m living with her” Max says with a smug look on her face as Y/N opens the door. 

On her porch stands Lucas , Dustin , Eleven, and Mike with Steve standing behind them. 

After Max’s statement chaos was issued.

“ What no way, no fair” Dustin whines in disbelief. 

“ Yea what Dustin said , How come max stays” Lucas says while looking offended. 

“ Well it’s easier for you doofus . She like me more” Max says sticking her tongue out at the boys. 

“ That means we can have all the sleepovers and waffles we want” Eleven says with a bright smile on her face. 

“ Okay now listen I love you all the same your all my favorites I can’t just choose one”. Y/N says trying to mediate the situation. 

“ What about me guys? I can be as cool as Y/N” Steve said with a cocky grin. 

The group just all stared at him. 

“ No offense Steve buddy but Y/N waaaaaaayyy more cooler than you by a landslide”. Mike says. 

Before Steve can retort, Billy comes to the door to see what’s taking so long and notices Steve and gives him an annoyed look. There’s one thing Billy is a lot of but he doesn’t put his hand on women. He may be an asshole and a bully but he’s no woman beater. 

Y/N felt the tension before Steve face gave it away.  Before a fight can escalate she steps in. 

“ Okay so I got 4 movies picked out then we can go to the bonus room and play some board games and before you even ask Dustin and Lucas yes I did make you guys favorite dessert”. Y/N says while ushering the kids inside the house. 

Before Steve can ask why Billy was there Y/N comes back out. 

“ Thanks for dropping the kids off for Hopper I’ll call him when it’s time to come get them, '' Y/N says with a kind smile. 

“ Uhh yeah no problem anytime” Steve says, stuttering, he wanted to apologize for his actions earlier but with Billy right there he’ll never get the chance. 

Y/N turns to leave when she notices Billy still staring down at Steve so she grabs him by the back of his shirt and pulls him in the house. 

The kids were all in the living room trying to decide which movie they’re gonna watch. 

“ Baby look at me” Y/N says, grabbing Billy’s face so he’s looking directly at her. 

“ baby you’ve changed for the better don’t let what today put you down you know I’m right here by your side every step of the way” Y/N says while looking him in the eye so he can see she really meant what she’s saying. 

“ I know baby it’s just I want them to know I’ve changed. I got my second chance at life and to do what is right and I couldn’t have done it with you my sweet angel by my side” Billy says lovingly to Y/N. 

The chemistry between Y/N and Billy is unmatched for the simple fact when it was him against the world Y/N was by his side and he will never take that for granted him and Y/N connection is way deeper than anybody can imagine. 

Y/N just continued to look at him with so much adoration in her eyes. 

“ Okay love birds we chose the movie we’re waiting on you guys now”. Max says with an eye roll. 

Y/N and Billy walked into the living room but not before Y/N leaned down and whispered in Max’s ear. 

“ don’t worry max I have a grand plan for Lucas”. Y/N says walking away with a small grin on her face. Leaving a blushing max in her wake. 

— 2 Hours Later —-

After the movie ended Y/N looked over at the clock and noticed it was 7:40. It looks like they only have time for one game before she has to call Hopper. 

“ So I have guys listen up, it's a little late so we have time for one more movie or game whatever you guys decide”. Y/N says while pulling out the games from the chest. 

After about 5 minutes they decided on watching another movie before they left. 

“ So Max I heard there’s this boy whose been crushing on you for a while” Y/N says teasingly. Y/N signaled for Max to play along if one thing Y/N knows about men is that they’re extremely possessive no matter what age. 

“ Yea and I like him back hopefully he asks me to the dance” Max says with a blush on her face. 

Y/N notices from the corner of her eye that Lucas is not taking what they said well which means her plan is going accordingly. 

“ if you need my help with getting him to ask you I’ll definitely do it” Y/N says eagerly. 

Before Max can let out her response Lucas stands up and takes her and says. 

“ Would you do me the honor of my date for the winter formal?” Lucas says while looking so nervous. 

 Max pretends to think about it which makes him start sweating. More than he already was. 

“ Yes doofus of course I’ll go with you” Max says with a smile. 

Y/N was happy for Max she got what she wanted but Billy on the other hand was not so ecstatic. Y/N looked over and saw Billy with a scowl on his face. 

“ what’s wrong”.Y/N asked. 

“ Don’t you think it’s to soon for them” Billy says with a pout on his face. 

“ Awwww his the big brother feeling protective” Y/N responds teasingly. 

Billy kisses his teeth at her statement. 

“ No” was Billys only response. 

“ awww baby it’s okay it just a school dance they’ll be fine” Y/N says while kissing his cheek. 

“……. Fine but I don’t like it”. Billy says to Y/N. 

Y/N laughs wholeheartedly. He was just so precious and cute when he’s worried. 

The kids looked over at them when they heard Y/N they looked at her like she was crazy but left it alone.She was alway like that with Billy.

“ Okay kids get your stuff ready I’m going to call Hopper”. Y/N says while getting up and grabbing the house phone. 

After a while Hopper picks up. 

“ Hey Hopper the kids are ready” 

“ Umm about that I’m stuck at work and I already called their parents to see if it was okay for them to stay” 

“ What did they say”

“ Well they wasn’t to keen on Billy living there but since they trust you they allowed them to stay” 

“Okay that’s great I do have extra clothes for them especially when they stayed here during the you-know-what.” 

“ That’s great do you also think you can drop them off at school or call somebody to help” 

“ No it’s okay I’ll ask my mom in the Morning to take the kids she’ll be happy to” 

“ Okay that’s great Y/N I’ll pick up Eleven after school so will the parents except Dustin he’s going with Steve” 

“ Geats I’ll let the kids and my parents know have a good night Hopper” 

“ You Y/N Bye”

“Bye” 

 Y/N hangs up and goes back to the living room to tell the kids. 

“ Okay guys put your stuff away your spending the night here and Billy and my mom will drop you off in the morning” Y/N says while getting the extra blankets and pillows out. 

“ Yesssss Y/ N you're officially the best ever”  Max says with excitement that her friends get to stay.  

“ Well I try my best but you should really thank Hopper. He's staying overtime at work,  so Max and Eleven are rooming in Max’s room , Boys you’ll be bunking with Billy”.  Y/N  says while taking them upstairs. 

“ Actually you guys can get my room. I'll bunk with Y/N just don’t touch any of my things”. Billy says while staring them down. 

“ Billy now my parents love you and all but they will literally kill us if they find us in bed together”. Y/N says wagging her finger in a no motion. 

“ We can leave the door open, I just want to spend time with you and cuddle” Billy says while wrapping his arms around her waist to bring her closer to him.

“ It stays wide open Billy im not playing with you” Y/N says while mugging him because she was not gonna die over this man even though she do love him her parents were a different story.

“ I understand baby i promise” Billy says while sealing their lips together in a nice passion lip lock.

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VI.

[Back to your pov]

After seeing Ryota off you go back home as a sigh leaves your mouth remembering what he mouthed towards you.

‘Okāsan, are we going to ‘pa and ‘ma.?’ Kisara asks you referring to their grandparents.

You let out another sigh as you recall your conversation on the phone with Sakusa a few days ago, saying that you were gonna take the kids to your parents in Tokyo ‘cuz they miss them.

— Flashback —

‘What can I do for you, Sakusa-san?’ You asked him.

‘San? I, hmm.. can we talk about this in person?’

‘Sure. I’m free tomorrow morning, is that okay?’

‘Well.. I’m in Tokyo right now.. I don’t know when i’ll be coming back to Osaka.. but I really need to talk to you about it.’

Not knowing what to say, you stayed silent and he did too.

‘Aish, whatever. I’m just gonna ask you now-‘ he broke the awkward silent and you could hear his anxiousness and frustration by the tone of his voice.

You started being uneasy about this phone call, but you’re not the type of person to not help people when they need some, maybe he had something important to tell you, so you cut him off.

‘Is it important?’ You asked him while he was taking deep breathes.

‘Yes.’ He says as he continues his deep breathes.

‘Look, I’m coming to Tokyo in three days, I’m taking the kids to my parents, however i’ll be staying for a day, maybe we can meet then.’

‘A-alright! That’s perfect! I’ll see you then, thank you!’ He said with a relief tone.

— End of flashback —

You’re now checking if you’ve packed everything the twins need for the next 3 weeks.

‘Okāsan, why can’t you stay with us in Tokyo?’ Kazuhiko asks while he’s pulling down the edge of your t-shirt.

‘I already took a lot of time away from work honey. If i take more time, i’ll get fired. So, promise to behave and have a lot of fun even if Okāsan isn’t there, okay?’

He nods and starts sulking as he walks off to Kisara.  

‘Are you guys ready?’ Let’s go.’ You say taking their hands and making your way to take the Shinkansen in the station.

After a few minutes the train set off, the kids are already sleeping. You start looking out the window and can’t help thinking about what Sakusa wanted to talk about.

‘Is it really that important he needs to tell me in person?’ ‘Maybe he wants to apologize properly when he broke up with me.’ ‘What if he’s getting married and wants to invite me?’ ‘I don’t really think that i’m ready to see him settle down.’ ‘Should i just call him back to tell him that i can’t meet him?’ You start murmuring without noticing that Kisara is awake and calling you.

‘Okāsan, who are you talking to?’

‘Huh? No one baby, do you need something?’ You ask her after snapping out from your thoughts.

‘I want to do sport like nii-chan.’ She tells you after getting on your lap.

‘That’s great honey, do you also want to play baske-‘

‘No..’ she cuts you off with a sad tone.

‘What’s wrong honey?’ You cup her cheeks and make her look at you.

‘I know Otōsan and nii-chan play basketball-‘

She starts looking away from you and you wait for her to finish what she wants to say.

‘I like basketball.. but then i saw that cool Ojīsan in black uniform last time.. the way he looks at the ball and smiles at it.. i want to play volleyball, Okāsan.’ She looks at you determined and her eyes start watering.

‘It’s good that you know what you want to do, did you think that i’d be against it?’

She nods.

‘No baby, i’d never force you to do something you don’t want, we’ll look for a cool volleyball club later, okay?’

She nods a lot with a big smile stamped on her face and she hugs you.

A few minutes later, you arrive in Tokyo and you find your parents at the exit of the station and the kids start running towards them.

‘MAAA, PAAA!!’ They shout as they get picked up by them.

You smile at the sight of your happy family.

‘Welcome back home, my princess.’ Your dad hugs you.

‘Dad, I can’t breathe. I-I’m not a kid anymore, please.’ You tell him as he tightens his hug.

‘But you’ll always be a kid for us.’ Your mom denies your statement as she joins your family hug.

‘Let’s go home and play before lunch, i know you’re full of energy.’ She tells the kids with a smile.

‘Actually, i have to meet someone, so go head before me, i’ll see you at home.’

‘Someone? Wait.. Is it “him”?’ Your father intuitively asks you and you nod avoiding his gaze.

‘We actually met him a few days ago, he passed by, i know you guys have a lot to talk about.’ Your mom joins the conversation.

‘What did he do there..?’ You ask puzzled about his actions.

‘He went to the tre-‘ She’s about to tell everything, but she stops herself mid sentence.

‘Nothing! He just passed to greet us. Just go, before you get late at your meeting, don’t make him wait.’ You look at her suspiciously.

Sus. F*cking sus.

After saying bye, you walk towards the taxis and get on one. You tell the driver the address of your meeting place with Sakusa. The taxi passes a few blocks and you arrive at the destination, after getting off the taxi you realize that the café in front of you is the same place where you had some dates with him. After thanking and paying the driver, you make your way inside only to find him already seated in the usual same spot waving at you.

You freeze on your feet, almost having a panic attack, but you encourage yourself not to be nervous and starts walking again towards him. ‘It’s gonna be okay.’ You assure yourself.

‘Good morning, Sakusa-san.’ You greet him with a smile and confidently as you sit.

‘Good morning too, thanks for coming.’

There’s an awkward silence that’s slowly becoming tension that could be cut with a knife.

‘So’ You start to talk to break the silence.

‘Let’s- I’m sorry, go ahead-’ He says at the same time.

‘No no, it’s fine. I also cut you off, I’m sorry.’

He starts giggling that becomes a laugh. That laugh, you never knew how you missed it and without noticing it, you’re laughing along with him.

‘Kiyoomi.’ He says after laughing and you look at him confused.

‘Call me Kiyoomi again, Y/N.’

You start feeling shy, so you just nod as you avoid his gaze.

‘Let’s order something first, okay?’ Again, you just nod at him and take the menu from the waiter.

As your orders have been taken, he starts talking to you again.

‘It’s been so long since we came to this café, do you still remember?’

‘Yeah.. how could I forget about it? This is exactly the place that you covered my face with facemasks before coming in, so that the-‘

‘The other boys wouldn’t look at your face, hahaha’ You start blushing as he laughs and looks into your eyes.

‘You also took my jacket so that-‘ he starts.

‘The girls knew you were already with someone.’ This time you’re the one that finished his sentence and your face turned red as a tomato.

‘Hmm. So, how have you been?’ He asks turning away his face so that you can’t see him blush.

‘I’ve been very busy, but I’m living a happy life. So, you actually became a pro, like as you said back then. That’s nice!’ You tell him with an honest smile.

‘Yeah.. and.. you actually became a mother..’ He says looking straight in your eyes, with a feint sadness in it, but mostly a serious stare.

‘Yeah..’

Just as he’s about to say something, the waiter comes with your orders, you both thank him and start eating. You just keep eating, not even trying to look at him and you can feel that he’s watching you while he eats his pie.

He might not have notice it at first but he’s smart enough to put 2+2 together, by your reaction he probably guessed correctly that he’s related to the twins, but he still wants to hear it from you.

After finishing your coffees, your hand starts trembling and he immediately notices it, so he puts his hand on yours.

‘Hey, it’s okay.. let’s go in a quieter place, alright? Let’s go the park near the bus stop.’

Feeling his touch again makes you really calm, so you decide in your mind ‘It’s time to tell him.’, he needs to know the truth, he can be mad or disappointed but he has the rights to know and it’ll be up to him to believe you or not. You stand up from your seat and start following him after paying the bill.

After a few minutes of walking, you’re now at the park and you both sit on a bench under a cherry blossom.

‘A-actually, I have something to tell you.’ You say without losing time.

‘Me too, but you go first.’

‘Well, it’d be rude of me. You’re the one that invited me to talk. So, you should go first.’ You tell him with a feint smile.

‘It’s a question, actually. I need you to be honest.’

You nod and look at him, you suddenly feel a little breeze.

‘Am I the twins’ father?’ He asks with no hesitation and straight to the point.

Your eyes widened after hearing him, you can’t even utter a single word. ‘How did he come up a with a question like that?’ you ask yourself.

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’

‘I.. it’s because..’ You look down on the ground and after a few seconds you finally look into his eyes.

‘You didn’t want someone to hold you back, right?’

He’s now the one that stays silent, not being able to utter a word, so you continue.

‘You’d probably think of me as crazy girlfriend if I told you back then, that I was only inventing excuses only to make you stay with me.’

‘I still deserve to know that, they’re my kids.’ He gets up and starts raising his voice a little.

‘For four years I didn’t know their existence, I could’ve been there for them! For you! But you hid them from me! How selfish of you!’

‘Selfish? Me? Who’s the one that broke up with someone just to pursue their career after promising that they’ll be together no matter what happened? It ain’t me. Also, what would’ve happen if told you then? You already decided to break up with me, but knowing about the twins, it would’ve been a responsibility for you. You’d probably just stay because of them, because you’re the father. If that had been the case, then yes. I’d be selfish as much as I want. I don’t want someone to stay because of a responsibility that they can’t take back, I wanted you to stay for me and them, but you choose your career, right? Well, since you’re living your dream, congratulations.’ You also stand up as your blood starts rushing to your head and your eyes starts watering.

‘If you don’t want to be held back, just go and pretend that you never knew about it. I raised them for four years and still can raise them even if i’m alone.’ Your make up is getting messy as your tears keep falling, but you’re serious about raising them alone if he doesn’t want anything to do with you three.

‘I would’ve stayed because I still loved you! I know it was a stupid idea, but the more I stayed with you, the more I get distracted during matches and practices. I was a jerk. I regretted it and still regret it. But! After what happened at the match, I still care about you, it was right there that I knew that I want you back! Now I want to meet and know the twins too.. so please. Can we start all over again and become a family? I know it’s gonna be hard for the kids to understand.. but.. don’t you feel anything for me?’ He tells you as he kneels down in front of you.

‘Feel anything for you? The moment I saw you after four long years, I still had butterflies in my stomach, you baka.’ You say in your head.

‘I don’t know about that yet. You can start being there for the kids, I’m not sure If they’ll see you as their father.. give me some time to think about.. us two.’ You tell him as you drag him to stand up.

‘I understand.. can I see them right now?’ He asks after wiping some tears from his eyes.

You nod and think that it’s also time for the twins to know who their real father is, you hope that they at least acknowledge that he’s their real dad.

You know you love Kiyoomi. You still love him. But not as much as before.. you try to love him more like you used to.. but there’s a feeling that it pains your heart when you try your hardest to give your entire being to him.. you’re getting confused ideas about why you can’t fully commit to it. Ahh, It’s Ryota. Yep, now you remember what he mouthed to you at the airport and what you heard him say that night. For him, you and the kids are his home.

masterpost | V. | VII.

FACTS: 

The one that inspired Kazuhiko to play basketball was Ryota. 

The night that Ryota confessed his feelings while you were sleeping, you were actually awake and you also cried. 

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[the-voltage-diaries]

You’re my Mocha Lisa - Eisuke Ichinomiya

Disclaimer: Coffee Shop AU. Also has shameless self insertion. It’s basically an indulgence on my part lmao.

Word count: 1860

Author’s Note: Congrats on the 1K, @leoamber66​​​! Here’s a li’l something as my congrats~ Also, thank you @akaiiro-yume​ for proof-reading this at like the last second LOL. P.S. Thank you for just like... existing. You pulled me out of my writer’s block every time, leove. Every time I couldn’t write, I remember you doing something - ANYTHING - which made me wanna write for you. And for that, I’m eternally grateful. Love ya.

“Are you certain?” I ask, dubious. I raise my brows at the woman standing on the opposite end of the counter for good measure while I wait for a reply.

Yuki - and I know her name not because I’m a stalker but because she comes here every morning, just saying - looks from her thoroughly rummaged purse up at me and blinks once.

Cute. Very cute.

“Absolutely,” she nods just as her fingers start sorting through the bills again. This woman has no idea how badly I hoped she was kidding, does she.

“So... a grande cup of black coffee. Will that be all?” I might seem all cool and calm on the face, but on the inside, it’s like I’m praying to her conscience to at least order a chocolate pastry to go along with this disaster. Or like a cookie. Heck, I’ll even give it to her for free.

“Yep.” She looks up again and smiles, and I can’t help but notice the way her heels don’t really do much to hide how adorably short she is. I find it almost endearing, the way she has to look up at me every time she needs to say something. It makes me want to ask her more questions just to get her to do that.

Wait. What am I even thinking? Focus on the damn order, Ichinomiya.

“Um, if you don’t mind me asking,” she begins while handing me the change, “how long have you been working here? I think I’ve seen you around ever since I started coming to this place.”

My brow twists into an uncertain furrow at that, not used to receiving any personal questions from her. I pause, tearing away her copy of the receipt, and take a glance around to make sure there’s nobody else to whom the question could have been directed. Much to my relief, there aren’t any other customers waiting in line, possibly because it’s still very early in the morning and the cafe is pretty quiet, to interrupt what could potentially be our small conversation.

But apparently, I take too long to reply and Yuki takes it as a sign that she’s tried to cross an invisible boundary. “You don’t have to answer if you’re not comfortable, of course,” she hurriedly adds, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear in embarrassment. 

“That’s alright. And to answer your question, I’ve been working here since the place was established,” I answer honestly, without missing a beat. But god do I hope she doesn’t try to probe any further into what I said. That’d be a little embarrassing.

“That long? Wow...”

I scoff quietly, smiling. While she bites her lip with her eyes swimming in a pool of faraway wonder, I turn around to get started on her coffee. A certain calm descends between us, with just some light music playing in the cafe.

“It must be nice,” she mutters a little later, mostly to herself before speaking louder. “Being the only employee here, I mean. It’s so quiet in the morning. Feels calming, doesn’t it?”

“Mm-hmm.”

On the inside, I wince at the nonchalance of my response. I’d have loved to correct her that ‘No, I’m not the only employee here,’ but that’d make the explanation a little awkward.

Why? You’ll come to know soon.

After that, we fall into another quiet bubble of our own, and soon enough, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafts along with the air, touching every little cranny of the space it manages to cross.

If only I could add some damn milk into this bitter concoction...

Once the black coffee is read in all its biting glory, I pick up the marker to write her name on the cup. “Oh! It’s Yu-”

“Yuki, right?” I cut her off, smirking. “My memory is not so bad as to not remember the name of the one person who recites it every morning to me, you know?”

“O-oh... right..”

One glance in her direction is all it takes for me to catch an embarrassed red pop across her cheeks, and she bites her lip adoringly, directing her gaze away. I know I’ve said it before, but I find this woman absolutely adorable and her blush is probably the icing on the cake.

So, I decide to prod a little further.

“I hope you find it in you to actually finish this today,” I wink, handing her the warm cup. “It does take some effort to make, after all.”

“What... What do you mean?” She questions and I don’t miss the way her blush deepens. She knows what I’m talking about.

“Mm, I wonder.”

“Hey, I like black coffee, okay!”

“I don’t doubt that.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Well,” I shrug, “I don’t exactly blame you.”

She gives up and huffs - of course, I find it endearing - and sits down at a table nearby, taking out her mobile to text someone - it better not be a boyfriend- wait why do I even care - with the drink in hand. I know what’s about to happen in less than a second and I keep an eye on her, thoroughly prepared to savour every second of it.

Yuki takes a sip of her drink and, almost immediately, makes a face like that of Baby Yoda provided he sucked on a lemon. It’s weird and shows blatant disgust. “Pfft,” I scoff, amused, but not loud enough for her to hear me.

The reason why I predicted this would happen is because she has been coming to the cafe and ordering black coffee every morning for the last three weeks, but every single time I catch her making weird faces as she sips it. Every single one of those times when I leave to check my mails, I come back to an empty cafe with a half-finished cup of coffee in her place.

I wonder, is she trying to look mature or something?

I’m still watching her quietly but reluctantly sip her drink when the door chimes, welcoming a new customer. The woman walks straight past the order station and to Yuki’s table once she spots her and sits down, sending a quick greeting her way.

Oh, so the one she was texting earlier was a friend.

Wait, why do I care again?

“So,” the friend begins, and I can’t help but overhear what she says. “Have you asked him out yet?” At that, my ears perk up. Asked who out?

“Would you be quiet!” Yuki whispers, glaring. She’s all fidgety and blushing.

“You haven’t, huh?” the friend smirks. “I saw him, he’s hot. Be quick, or he’s gonna be off the market soon.”

“Zela!”

“I’m being honest.”

“I know...” I pretend to wipe some of the glasses kept nearby when I catch her sending a quick glance my way, but my eyes or ears don’t divert their attention. “But what if he already has a girlfriend?”

For some reason when I hear the touch of desperation in Yuki’s voice, I feel a mild jealousy bite at me. After all, who IS this guy she wants to ask out?

“His name was Eisuke, right?” the friend, Zela, asks and for a second, I cease all movement. 

Was that my name I heard?

“Shut UP, he’ll hear you!” Yuki whisper-shouts, and I wait with bated breath for her to continue. “But.. yeah.. that’s the name.”

“Damn, the name’s just as hot.”

“ZELA!”

“WHAT?! I’m just appreciating the goods. Unlike a certain someone.”

The friends continue their banter, but I’m much too distracted by what Yuki said earlier to pay heed to it. My name isn’t so common, and I’m about a hundred percent sure I heard my name.

Does that mean she wants to ask me out?

The thought makes me smile, and I register the reason why I didn’t want her to have a boyfriend. I’ve been taking her order every morning, making an attempt to see her every single morning since the first time three weeks ago because I want to see her, even if it’s for a handful of minutes. I find her cute, and I definitely would want to see more of that gorgeous blush swim across those supple cheeks.

Wait, is that creepy? I hope not.

The realisation that she has an interest in me is a happy one, and I scoff at myself, waiting for her friend to leave her for like ten seconds for me to make use of this opportunity.

And apparently, the universe agrees because just then Zela gets up and walks over to the restroom, finally leaving Yuki alone. I quickly brew another cup of coffee and add the milk I’d been dying to add with three cubes of sugar. I walk over to her with the cup in hand, and she looks up in confusion. “Allow me to treat you to a much better coffee. Today, 6:30 PM in front of the Tres Spades.”

“Wait, what’s going on?” She mumbles and she absentmindedly grabs the cup.

“I’m asking you out on a date. That’s what’s going on,” I wink, and just then the cafe door chimes for the second time. "I better see you there, Yuki.”

“O-oh...” Another wave of red colours her cheeks before she takes a deep breath and looks at me, right in the eyes. “You will see me there, Eisuke,” she smiles.

“Glad to hear it.”

I turn around with a smile and see Zela coming back out of the restroom in my periphery. My gaze shifts to the person who walked into the cafe just moments ago, and I acknowledge him with a nod when I realise it’s another employee.

“Good morning, Mr. Ichinomiya,” he mutters, bowing his head a little.

“Wait, Ichinomiya?” 

The split confusion makes me look down at the ground with a smirk while I untie the apron and set it on one of the tables. I stay still, patiently waiting for the dots to connect in her head.

“Isn’t this cafe owned by the Ichinomiya Corp-”

Heh. About time.

“Oh god. Are you THE Eisuke Ichinomiya?” She whispers, shock lacing her tone like the most avid of blues. “Like, the owner of this place?” At that, I turn my head to look at her.

“Welcome to Ichinobeanya. I hope to see you again soon.” My lips curve up in a half-smile when I see how awed she looks, and without wasting another second I grab my jacket and make my way towards the door, sincerely hoping to see her again in the evening. “Don’t forget your promise.”

I’m pretty sure I hear her mumble, “I won’t...”

And it’s when I’m almost out of the door and onto the street when I think I hear Zela say “He gave you this new coffee, didn’t he? See, I’ve been telling you, you don’t need to drink that yucky black coffee to impress him!" 

An embarrassed "Shut up Zela!" is the last to reach my ears as I finally close the door behind me with a laugh, looking forward to the evening with an excitement akin to that of a child.

[waterisntreal]

A comprehensive ranking of Love, Victor characters from worst to best

inspired by @actualdpshuri‘s post

31. Victor’s Grandpa

-Homophobic™

-Sexist

-probably racist

-is to much of a coward to yell at gay people himself and tries to get his grandson to do it for him

30. Victor’s Grandma

-Mother-in-law™

-judgy af

-Boomer

29. Georgina (Lake’s Mom)

-fake bitch

-terrible mother

-like really just an awful mom

-puts way too much pressure on her daughter

28. Harold (Mia’s Dad)

-leaves his probably 16 year old daughter home alone 90% of the time

-does this despite said daughter clearly having abandoment issues

-pressured his ex-wife to get married and have a kid

-didn’t tell his daughter that he was engaged and was having a kid

27. Armando (Victor’s Dad)

-homophobic

-claims to have forgiven his wife for cheating on him but clearly hasn’t

-but he does know that sometimes bitches deserve to get slapped

26. Isabel (Victor’s Mom)

-cheated

-forces her son to be a parent eventhough he is fucking 16

-seems fake

25. Derek

-Asshole™

-very bad boyfriend

-makes fun of his boyfriend for being romantic

-probably voted for Trump

24. Guy who bought the last tres leches cake

-called his wife’s sister shrill

-tried to defend his point

-but he did try to get his wife an apology cake

-and got robbed (kind of)

23. Sara

-bitchy

-Victor and Benji don’t like her 

22. Coach Ford

-probably not a good coach 

-isn’t in the groupchat

-isn’t nice to his players

-tries to make his players pay an unreasonable amount of money

21. Felix’s mom

-Depressed (which is a mood)

-tries to make her son happy even if it is not in the best ways

-hoarder

20. Ms. Albright

-mean to students

-talks about Simon to random students

-doesn’t seem like she is good at her job

19. Jenny

-over shares a lot

-just wanted the olive garden gift card

18. Ms. Thomas

-sad dating life (mood)

-uses her students to make herself feel less lonely

-mildly funny

17. Ivy

-cool

-bad at keeping secrets

16. Teddy

-can’t spell (mood™)

-jock

-kind of a bully

15. Kieran

-likes bossy women (mood)

-goes to therapy

-way too tall

-likes fantasy football

14. Veronica

-seems chill

-is nice to mia eventhough mia isn’t nice to her

-is engaged to harold

-was ok with harold not telling mia about the engagment and the baby

13. Wendy

-is not a great actor

-very dramatic

-is confident enough to ask a guy she isn’t friends with on a date

-is chill when her date ditches her

-is ditched by her date

12. Lake

-I know y’all hate her but I like her so deal with it

-character development

-very pretty

-self-esteem issues (mood)

-bitchy

11. Andrew

-Growth™

-kind of an asshole

-bully is soft on the inside trope

-also I really like the suit that he wore to the spring fling and I want it

10. Benji

-Romantic™

-very cute

-kissed a guy with a girlfriend

-doesn’t have much of a personality

9. Justin

-feminine

-lewks

-ex-mormon

-obligatory sterotypical gay guy is there to teach nonsterotypical gay protagonist about the queer community (I’m looking at you Skam)

8. Victor

-very sweet

-he is my child

- jock

-forced to be a parent as a 16 year old

-did cheat on his girlfriend

7. Pilar

-Gorgeous™

-strong female character

-would punch a cop

6. Mia

-I love her and would marry her

-deserved better

-abandonment issues (mood)

-sad rich girl trope

5. Kim

-the only canon nonbinary rep in this show

-literally their on characteristic is being nonbinary

4. Felix

-drinks anti-toxic masculinity juice

-great for projecting on

-Good Friend™

-of course the straight white best friend is written as a nicer person than the poc gay main character

3. Simon

-Adoptive Parent™

-suprisingly good at giving advice

-still wears the iconic jean jacket

-got better friends

2. Adrian

-has never done anything wrong in his life

-Adorable™

-but he doesn’t like baby shark

1. Bram

-was my favorite in Love, Simon and still is my favorite

-somehow both soft and strong at the same time

-Keiynan Lonsdale is iconic

[gayenerd]

An interview with Mike when Warning came out that I don’t even have a source for - sorry!

Laughing Off a "Warning" With Green Day 

Bassist Mike Dirnt's green thumb, punk perspective and personal dominatrix 

If Mike Dirnt wasn't in one of the most enduring and influential punk bands making the scene, the Green Day bassist could easily be a hilarious stand-up comic. Instead, he's devoting his insightful social commentary laced with witty repartee to the business (and funny business) at hand -- the band's sixth studio album, Warning. While Green Day's Nimrod and (especially) Dookie humor doesn't seep through in this seemingly ominous album title, it may be because these Bay Area hooligans -- Billie Joe Armstrong (vocals, guitar), Tre Cool (drums, percussion) and Dirnt -- have accepted and submitted to certain rites of passage other than platinum-selling discs. But it's definitely not as ominous as all that. We bantered with Dirnt to gauge the barometer of Warning, life as a prankster punk and his bid for world domination as Armstrong's presidential running mate. What would you like to talk about? Probably not myself (laughs). … It gets you so self-involved and self-absorbed, [that] it makes it difficult to change your perspective for an hour or two after you're done doing interviews. It's not so much narcissistic as it is dwelling. It's like being on tour and coming back and decompressing and acclimating to your home life again, because your surroundings are all about you, you, you for so long, that you need to stop and go home and realize, 'Hey, wait a minute. Other people aren't asking for a lot. I'm probably just self-absorbed still, and being an assh*le for a while and don't realize it.' And you need to take a breath and go, 'OK, how can I focus on the smaller things in my life, like getting up in the morning and making my girlfriend coffee? Or making my daughter breakfast.' And taking the focus off yourself for awhile. I think that's important. 

What's fun to talk about? I'm growing a huge pot plant in my back yard right now. My friend gave me this pot plant and I just left it in the window and left the light on it forever, and it grew and grew and grew, and got pretty big. So then I put it in my backyard just to see what would happen, and I came home and it's f*cking enormous! (Laughs) It's of the superskunk variety. It is nasty. Pretty cool. [My friend] is very proud of me. He said, 'Wow, Mike, that's beyond a plant -- that's a crime.' I smoke pot once a month. I take one hit. So I'm gonna give it all to friends.

No "jurassic monkeys" [joints] for you? Not this year.

Any special reason? Three months before my daughter was even conceived, I stopped smokin' pot and I stopped for about a year and a half, just to clean up my act. After that, it's never been the same. I haven't smoked as much pot ever since. I would hate to think that if she needed me, I was impaired by weed.

Warning seems to have been shrouded in a huge amount of secrecy and I have my theories as to why, but I'm hoping you could provide some perspective. We took a break so as not to hate what we do. We really toured the heck out of the last record [Nimrod] for about 238 shows, and we were like, 'OK, it's time to take a real break -- for once.' And instead of writing in the fashion of, 'OK, let's go in and write the next record and pound it out and pound it out' … [for] the last record we wrote about 40-some songs and then let the songs pop out and figure out what the record was from that … [this time] songs stood out on their own and we said, 'OK, this is the album' … Billie waited for inspired moments. And as a band, we practiced when it was working, and we only worked on the songs that already inspired us … instead of forcing it. We had about 14 or 15 songs, and we were like, 'We're totally ready.' And it was pretty obvious at the time which 12 songs were gonna be on the record. There's the dealio. (Laughs) … As far as the secrecy thing, we will sell no wine until its time. [But] go on Napster and check out a couple songs. (Laughs) I know they're there.

What is your point of view on Napster? I think it's gonna work itself out. Everyone keeps sayin', 'What's the deal?' I don't believe their schtick about 'Hey, we started doing this for poor college students and blah-blah-blah.' Well, first of all, if you can afford to go to college, [and if] you can afford a computer that can actually burn a f*ckin' CD and you can afford to pay the online bill, then you're probably not starvin', OK? When I was goin' to junior college, I was worryin' about where my next packet of Top Ramen was comin' from, OK? So, I don't wanna hear that. But do I think [Napster] is all evil? No. There's definitely two sides to it. I make comp tapes at home (granted, they're albums I've purchased). But when I was a kid, I would buy tapes at the flea market. When you're a kid, the only thing you can afford at the flea market is a tape or a pair of sunglasses. I don't think bands should be made to look evil just because they don't wanna be a grasshopper (hence, The Ant and the Grasshopper [fable]). The other side of that is people don't wanna purchase the record (laughs). I'm not gonna dwell on it. It might hurt you if you've only got one hit [on an album]. [But] we definitely have a full package.

How does Warning differ from your past efforts? I think this record definitely has an overtone of independence throughout the whole thing. I think that we've overcome a lot of adversity. We produced this record ourselves and it has a sense of honesty…. There's an overtone of hope to the whole record that says, 'It's up to you to choose to have hope.' And whether or not most people in the world want to admit that they want hope for their world … they do. If you really don't want any hope, well I have friends who didn't want any hope and they killed themselves.

What are some of the adversities that Green Day has managed to overcome? Everybody thinking, 'Here we are today, gone tomorrow.' Friends [thinking], 'They're becoming huge as a band,' and all of the family turmoil, friend turmoil. … I think the adversity is also that this is a Green Day-quality record. Every song on this record is good. And people giving up on rock-and-roll and punk rock ... [We're] being honest with ourselves and remaining who we are and what we are.

And with regards to remaining who you are and what you are, the band caught a lot of sh*t for "Time of Your Life" because.... … it was such a good song. (Laughs) It's funny, because the people who gave us sh*t about that … obviously hadn't heard our first two records [1039/Smoothed Out Slappy Hour and Kerplunk]. Songs like 'Words I Might Have Ate' from Kerplunk and 'Rest' on 39/Smooth [have] touched on -- what can I say? -- our sensitive side. If you reach into your vulnerable side and you bleed on the plate for people, I think that takes a lot more balls than to just go out there a scream your head off and call it punk rock. Punk rock means no limits, no rules and breaking rules -- to us -- and there's a lot of punk rock on this new record. And if you think punk rock is just distorted guitars and hair-dos, you got another thing comin'. You need to listen to "Minority" and "Warning" [both from Warning].

Then can we look forward to songs like "Time of Your Life" and "Words I Might Have Ate" on Warning? No. (Laughs) There's definitely a sense of hope in some of these songs, but it's from a different perspective of where we're at this point in our lives. I'll give you an example: 'Minority.' That's a song about how … my next door neighbor's mom has a nose ring and my other next door neighbor is a jock with green hair. Everybody wants to look different and be different and act different, but ultimately, nowadays, you need to look inside yourself and find your individuality. With 'Minority,' everything has its suit -- its uniform. It's up to you inside to break the mold. With 'Warning,' that's a song about questioning everything. There's this false sense of freedom we have in the United States. There's all these signs tellin' you, 'Don't do this' and 'Don't do that,' and you just gotta read between the lines and figure out, 'What are those things really sayin'? Is it for someone else's convenience that I'm told to not go here, or that I can't do this or that? Or is it because it's really dangerous?'

Green Day traditionally has been trailed by a lot of controversy. What are some of your favorite controversies? It's weird. There are a lot of controversies, but it's a matter of how close to home you take 'em. Obviously, [there's the] whole sell-out thing, and I'm so over that. If selling out is compromising your musical intentions, I don't even know what that means. I guess that's a big one. (Laughs) At one point in my life it was -- now I'm over it. And I think most people are, too. Every time you spend a dollar, you're making that sell-out statement and casting a vote. Like, 'You're gonna slam me for being on a major label, and yet you smoke cigarettes? OK. (Laughs) Your shoe's on backwards, buddy.' Maybe you dug that controversy when Tre [Cool, drummer] climbed the Universal Studios globe after the MTV Video Music Awards. That was my idea. I'm so accident-prone, that I would have fallen off and broke my neck, so Tre did it. (Laughs) I said, 'Why don't you climb that?' and Tre's running up and down and I'm like, 'Good man.' Tre's got balls bigger than that globe, anyway. You gotta let the [music] industry know who's runnin' it -- and that's the artists. What our album is to a lot of people is a product. What our album is to us is our child. And often, when we turn a record over to the record company, when we finish it, it's like handing your child to a nurse after she was born -- all bloody, a purple tail, ready to go. (Laughs)

Have you settled the score on your past "disagreement" with Third Eye Blind? I really don't think anybody can mistake a kiwi for a banana. Third Eye Blind -- that whole thing. I was probably off the hook; I shouldn't have been fighting in the first place [backstage at a festival concert] and whoever hit me [over the head] with a bottle from behind was a f*ckin' coward. I shouldn't have been fightin' and they shouldn't have been fightin', and that's what boys do. To quote Eminem, 'Tomorrow we'll be boys again.' (Laughs)

Since Billie Joe is campaigning for president and you're his vice presidential running mate [and Tre is the ugly wife], what are you gonna do to keep him in line? Oh, he's a lame duck from the get-go. I'll be runnin' sh*t. (Laughs) I'll start out by lowering the price of alcohol and cigarettes, and shortly thereafter, we should take the 'explicit language' stickers off of albums, so f*ck Tipper Gore. I just think kids should be able to buy [the Clash's] London Calling. What kind of crap is that? That was a controversial record that got the explicit lyrics [campaign rolling]. It's the line, 'He who f*cks the nuns/Will later join the church.'

It was extremely magnanimous of Green Day to bring in dominatrix Mistress Simone for Warning's engineer Tone. Are we, then, to believe that the band didn't get spankings all around? Oh, no. I receive my floggings in the privacy of my own home. Under the watchful eye [and sure hand] of my gal. My girlfriend wouldn't have it. [My girlfriend's called] Mistress Sarah.

Where are you guys with the horror film you were planning, and have you signed Gwen Stefani yet? I think we got so involved in the new record that it became more important than anything else. I think we've decided to follow through on our own script that we've been working on, which is a much better script. Except that if I told you any more, I'd have to kill you.

[disbandandisperse]

Was all that incoherent shit about “guns will do you no good” supposed to be a rational argument for gun control? Like legit rational? It was so all over the place it didn’t make sense.

If the thread I posted is what you're talking about, yeah I guess I should have included the original context which is this:

Tre was responding to Noname's tweet about how you need to arm yourselves for revolution/revolutionary change.

So the thread actually isn't about gun control at all, but the place that guns have and should have in revolutionary spaces and creating change.

I liked it and posted it because I think she raised a lot of points that people should be thinking about as they organize. Like why are guns and arming oneself so centralized and romanticized in leftist spaces? Is it because shit like leftist militias are really that integral to making change happen or because people think guns are cool and badass?

And what are the consequences of guns in general, including in the hands of leftists arming themselves for righteous revolution? Literal physical harm and abuse!! Like the killing and injuring of the two black teens in the CHOP/CHAZ heartbreakingly demonstrated, leftists with guns can also terrorize and victimize the people that they are supposedly allied with. Leftist men with guns can also use them to terrorize and kill their wives, girlfriends, and children--just like other men do.

It's really just about countering the romanticization of armed revolution and centering the importance of community work that like, feeds and shelters your community.

[hateswifi]

Making Do (With What Life Gave Us): Part 3

I really hope you are enjoying this semi-short series. There’s one part left, leave asks. I enjoy writing what you guys want.

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Seven hours later she landed and was met by Bruce. When she saw him, she ran over and hugged him. "Dad! I missed you so much!"

"Princess I missed you too! The boys are at the house, they were told to be on their best behaviors. All they know is that someone important is coming to dinner," Bruce said, picking up Marinette's suitcase.

"Thank you, Dad! I'm so happy I get to surprise them," she said, climbing into the front seat with Bruce. After a quick car ride, they pull up to the Wayne Manor, no doubt Alfred was lining up the boys in the foyer. When she enters the house, the boys have their eyes to the ground as a sign of respect.

"Welcome home Master Bruce, Miss Marinette," Alfred said with a smirk.

"Marinette!" Dick said, charging the poor girl. He picks up the girl and spins her in a hug.

"Move Grayson," Damian says as Dick puts her down.

"But it's my turn," Dick answers.

"My turn," Damian says, pushing Dick out of the way. He brought her into a hug. "I missed you so much, but I knew you were coming."

"Seriously?! I missed you though. I didn't want to leave," Marinette said, crying into his shoulder. It had only been a couple of months but he had grown so much.

"Oh come stop hogging her," Jason says, attempting to push Damian out of the way.

"Dami, let me hug Jay-Jay and Tim," Marinette said, wiping her eyes. Damian lets her go and wipes her tears away. She hugs Jason and Tim. She then unpacks and eats dinner. She sits next to Damian and holds his hand under the table because he was eating left-handed. 

"I learned a lot of vegetarian dishes while in Paris and since Sabine and Tom live above a bakery I've become better at baking," Marinette smiled, looking at Damian.

"Can we try it as well, I've missed your cooking," Tim asked.

"Yes! The more the merrier! I'm excited I may only be here for a couple of days, but we'll make the most of it," Marinette said. "Jason, you want to spare after dinner?"

"Sure, can't wait to kick your butt," Jason snickers. 

"Wait... I wanted to go on the bars with you..." Dick says then smiles. "Can we do it tomorrow?"

"Sure that would be so much fun! Tim, do you think I can go to work with you on Tuesday? I would love to learn more about business. Chloe and I are planning a winter social and I want to start my own boutique after I graduate," Marinette explained.

"You still have four years till you're eighteen. But I'm sure Tim and definitely Damian would love for you to come to work," Bruce stated with a smile.

"I know Dad, but I think I might start a commission website once I get more free time," Marinette said smiling.

"That's fantastic let me know when you do," Bruce said.

"Jason you ready to fight," Marinette asks, taking her plate to the kitchen.

"Cool, let's go," Jason said, following her with his plate. They then walked to the gym the rest of the boys following. "You ready?"

"Sí, ¿estás listo?" Marinette said, taking off her shoes and getting into positions. 

"Of course I'm ready, that's why I asked you, ya know what. Tres... Dos... Unos," Jason said before launching into his attack. The fight lasts a bit before Jason gets the upper hand and pins her down with her arm behind her back.

"I guess I'm a little rusty," Marinette says, taking the hand Damian was offering. She got up and brushed off the dust. Damian put an arm around her waist, she snuggled into his grasp and yawns. "I'm a bit tired, I'm going to head to bed. Night love you all." 

A collective 'Night' comes as she closes the door. As her footsteps fade, Jason turns and smirks. "So what was that about?"

"What was what about?" Damian asked, sliding down against the wall to sit on the ground.

"Do you really think I didn't notice you guys holding hands under the table?" Tim asked, shaking his head.

"And that you helped her up and pulled her into a hug," Dick said.

"And you didn't flinch when she snuggled into your embrace," Jason finished.

"Do you have a crush on her, Demon?" Tim asked.

"I will end you," he says adding a dramatic pause. "She is just a friend."

"Sure...." Dick said. leaving the gym with Tim and Jason following. Damian grumbles while standing then proceeds to punch and beat up the punching bag. 'He didn't like her like that., right? No.... she's his best friend, she would never see him like that.' With that thought and one final punch, the punching bag fell. 'Then why am I acting like this.'

All too soon, Marinette headed back to Paris. Bruce accompanied her back home on his private jet. "Bye, you guys! I hope I see you soon," Marinette said, hugging her family. 

"Princess, it's time to go," Bruce said, climbing the stairs to the plane.

"Ok, Dad, love you all!" Marinette said, waving as the door closed. 

Alfred leads the boys back to the car, as Jason grumbles, "how come Bruce gets to go with Pixie-Pop."

"Master Bruce is doing business in Paris," Alfred said, closing the door to the front seat.

"What business?" Tim asks, looking up from his phone.

"He's opening a Wayne Enterprises building in Paris," Alfred said, starting the car.

"Seriously?" Damian asked, sitting up straighter.

"Wow... calm down lover boy," Dick laughs.

"We know you wanna see your girlfriend, but opening a building takes time," Tim teased.

"She's not my girlfriend," Damian grumbles.

"But.... you wish she was," Jason says, elbowing Damian.

"She is my best friend... I will snap your knee caps if you say differently," Damian says, putting in earphones.

Back on the plane with Marinette, she sat quietly sketching in her new notebook. After the seven-hour flight, Marinette jumped off the plane with Bruce following to greet Sabine, Tom, and Chloe. "Hey Sabine, Tom," she said, hugging her adopted parents.

"Hi, sweetie," Sabine greets.

"Hi, Chloe! I have so much to tell you about, but first, Sabine, Tom, Chloe, this is my unofficial Dad, Bruce," Marinette said.

"Nice to meet you all, Marinette speaks highly of all of you," Bruce greets.

"Wait, I thought Sabine and Tom are your parents?" Chloe asked.

"Well, Dad how long are you going to be around for because that depends when I explain it," Marinette asked.

"I'm going to be here until building plans are final," Bruce answers.

"Building plans?" Marinette asks.

"I'll explain it when you explain everything else," Bruce responds.

"Mama, Papa, can they come to dinner?" Marinette asked, grabbing Sabine's hand.

"Of course," Tom responded.

"Everything is vegetarian. We love supporting our daughter," Sabine added.

"Of course, I'm the same way with Damian," Bruce said. “Of course, it would be rude as an unannounced guest to make you change your plans."

"Daddy has been supporting my decisions to eat less meat," Chloe smiles.

"And I don't expect you to change because we're friends. As friends, we take each other as we are," Marinette smiles while jumping in the car. As they sat at the dinner table Marinette decided to explain everything. "I grew up without my father, my mother was a junkie and a 'dancer'. Needless to say my life wasn't the best, one day, I guess Mum didn't pay for her drugs and made some high up people angry. She passed on. Later the next day, Bruce showed up with Alfred, the man who is like my grandfather, at the police station. He decided, with the help of Jason, Tim, and Dick, to be my foster home. Two years later, Damian, who is now my best friend and Bruce's only biological son, moved in. Another two years later, Tom and Sabine adopted me. I guess that caught everyone up?" Marinette explained. "So, Dad, what's this about a building."

"After you got adopted, I decided to open a Wayne Enterprises in Paris," Bruce said.

"Wait seriously? You guys will be spending more time in Paris?" Marinette asked, standing up quickly, her chair squeaking. "Thank you, Dad!"

"Yes but as you know we will still have to spend most of our time in Gotham," Bruce said.

"I know Dad, the Rogues like to attack the building a lot so you have to stay there to keep it running," Marinette sighed.

"Exactly, well goodnight Princess, I'm going to check into the hotel. I'll stop by here on the way to the airport to say goodbye," Bruce said, standing while he moved to grab his bag.

"My driver is here," Chloe said, taking her plate to the kitchen. "Bye Tom, Sabine. See you at school on Monday, Marinette."

The year ended, and her family came and visited over the summer. At the beginning of the new year, and as she was running late, she saved an elder man, who was attempting to cross the streets. She saved him and didn't drop the macaroons her papa made for her and the class. She bowed to the man, out of respect, and ran into class to see Chloe not sitting in her normal seat in the second row. Marinette shrugs and moves to sit next to her friend, before Ms. Bustier stopped her with a smile.

"This year there will be assigned seats, someone felt left out last year so we're trying to make it a bit fairer," Ms. Bustier explained.

"It's because... Sabrine complained that I got more than one friend," Chloe grumbled, crossing her arms.

"The person wished to remain anonymous," Ms. Bustier scolded. "Now that this is sorted, please take your seat beside Alya, the new girl in glasses."

"Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous," Chloe complained, glaring at the teacher.

"No it's only fair, we want to set a good example of how," Ms. Bustier paused, being interrupted by Ivan screaming. "Ivan! to the Office now!' Marinette shook her head, frowned, and took a seat next to the glasses-wearing girl. 

The new girl leaned over and asked shocked. "You're actually friends with her? She seems like a brat, I think you need new friends."

"New friends are always welcome. Don't worry I thought the same when I first met her, but now I know that she is pretty awesome," Marinette said, taking out a notebook from her backpack along with her sketchbook.

"She seems to be mean though," the girl, Alya, said, skeptically. 

"Well... give her a chance to change your mind. I'm Marinette by the way. It's nice to meet you," Marinette said, smiling. "I'm the previous co-class-representative." Alya was about to say something before being cut off by something, a rock being, burst through the door and wall. The monster took Mylene and Chloe before bashing through the window and wall. Alya stood up abruptly and rushed through the classroom wall towards the rock man.

"Where are you going?" Marinette shouted after the crazy girl.

"Where monsters are, heroes follow," She called over her shoulder. Marinette ran and jumped out the hole in the wall and chased to where she had seen Chloe. 

Something was off-balance in her bag, she stopped and opened it to see a black oxygon box. She was suspicious of the box she skirted to the nearest alleyway. Not feeling anything too suspicious, she opened it. A glow formed and a sprite, fairy thing appeared in front of her. "Woah... that's so cool," Marinette cooed, holding out her hand for the thing to land on it.

"Hi! I'm Tikki, the goddess of creation and your kwami. Paris needs your help, you need to defeat the akumatizaed person," the thing, Tikki, said.

"So you're a kwami, but what's an akuma? How can I help?" Marinette asked.

"You're going to be the owner of the ladybug miraculous. You're going to be a hero!" Tikki exclaimed.

"Again you mean... I used to be a hero. Oh, man! I can't wait to rub this in Jason's face. He's salty that he doesn't have his own city to protect," Marinette said excitedly jumping. After a moment she paused and looked at the floating kwami. "I am by myself, right?"

"You'll have a partner, the owner of the black cat miraculous," Tikki explained while grabbing the earring to hand to Marinette. "You have to find the akumatized item, usually something that looks out of place, then you break the item and catch the butterfly. To help you defeat the akuma you need to use your power, lucky charm. After the butterfly is caught, you need to use Miraculous Ladybug to repair any damages. When you're ready to transform, you'll have to say, Tikki, Spots on."

"Ok... ok cool. I can do this, just like being Ladybird, but with enhancements?" Marinette asked, putting the earrings in. Tikki nods before Marinette shouts. "Tikki! Spots on!" She looks down at herself to see a similar design to her Ladybird costume. Her costume had a black armored torso, the collar was black, and gloves up to her elbow were dark red along with knee-high boots. The rest was a regular ladybug's pattern. She threw her yo-yo onto a nearby roof and pulled the string she flew across the sky and landed on a roof. She stood, smiling. while looking over Paris, that was until she got knocked over by, who she suspects, is her partner. He stands up and holds out his hand to help her stand.

"Sorry, I'm not used to- poling?- traveling across Paris on rooftops," her partner says, brushing himself before dropping into a bow. 

"I'm Ladybug, I'm guessing you're my partner," Ladybug says, looking towards the tower. She starts spinning her yo-yo looking to throw it.

"I'm Chat Noir. Wait... how are you good at doing this, umm yo-yoing?" Chat asks, looking in disbelief.

"It's like a grappling hook, which I'm used to, and that's not too important right now. I'll explain later, we have an akuma to defeat," she says, throwing her yo-yo towards the tower, Chat following close after. They both land down on the street across from the tower. (A/N: So..... since Marinette used to be a hero she didn't mess up, Ivan also has the power to turn people into the rock beings. Enjoy my dudes)

"Give me back my daughter!" the mayor screamed into the megaphone.

"You want the brat back? Fine take her," Stone Heart shouted before tossing her.

"No! No! No! I'm too young to die..." She shrieked, flailing her arms. Ladybug breathed before sliding to catch her. "Marinette...?"

"I'll explain later," she said, quietly before putting her down.

Ivan threw up purple butterflies and a face appears as Ivans falls. "Citizens of Paris, I am Hawkmoth. I will stop this after the owners of the black cat and ladybug miraculous give up and give me their miraculous. Nothing further will happen," the butterfly miraculous owner, Hawkmoth, monologued. 

Ladybug smirks before jumping up on to the platform, she grabs all the butterflies in her yo-yo. "I will whip your sorry--- I mean... I, personally, promise to destroy your hopes and dreams, you creepy old man," Ladybug threatened,  putting her hands on her hips. "You will regret the day your parents made the mistake of having you."

"OOOOF! Kill em!" Chat said, clapping. Ladybird smirks, before catching all the butterflies. Stone Heart and his minions get up and attempt to take the miraculous by force. After their failed attempt, Ladybug caught the last butterfly. She then released all the butterflies, including the ones that made up Hawkmoth's face. she used miraculous ladybug as the white butterflies flutter away.

They went their separate ways and Marinette landed back at her house in her room and waited for Chloe to stop by so Marinette can explain everything so far. 

"Marinette... I need to eat so I can be ready for the next Akuma attack," Tikki said, landing on Marinette's head.

"Ummmm... ok what do you need to eat?" Marinette asked.

"Cookies! Have you ever heard of them," Tikki asks?

"Of course I have... I live above a bakery," Marinette said, walking down the stairs. She collects some cookies from the cookie jar and looks for Tikki to give her the cookie. as her mom walks in.

"Hi honey, I'm so glad that you're ok... that was crazy," Sabine said.

"Ya! I can't believe it! I get to live in a city with heroes again, I can't wait to see what happens," Marinette exclaims kissing her mother's cheek before running upstairs. Not too long after a blonde head popped up through her hatch. "Hey Chloe, how y doing?" 

"How. How am I doing!? Seriously! I get thrown off the Eiffel Tower and you're a superhero and that's all you can say?!” Chloe yells, falling on her chaise.

"Seriously keep it down... they don't know," Marinette says.

"But you look exactly the same," Chloe said, sitting up.

"Magic protect her," Tikki explained, flying out of her hiding place.

"Wha-- THe aCtuaL hEcK!" She screamed climbing on top of the chaise.

A muffled "Are you girls ok up there?" came from Sabine downstairs.

"We're fine Mama, we are watching a Youtuber who wants to be a chair, don't worry about," Marinette screamed back. "This is my kwami Tikki. She helps me become Ladybug."

"So you have a flying bug that makes you become a superhero. How long have you been a hero?" Chloe said.

"Since I was ten but as Ladybug only one day, I started today," Marinette explained. Chloe raised an eyebrow as she continued. "I haven't been able to tell you because of my dad's rules. But since you figured it out I don't think he will care too much."

"Wait, who were you?" Chloe asks.

"I was Ladybird with my family. We are the best and I can't wait to rub it in my brothers' faces," Marinette snickers, picking up her phone. "Do you mind if I make a call real quick."

"Of course not I have to be getting home soon," Chloe said, standing up. They hug before Chloe leaves. She picks up her phone and dials her brothers."Hey guys!"

"Seriously! There are villains there!" Jason screams.

"Yes there is a villain, there are also too new heroes," Marinette said. "Wait, how'd you know?"

"We keep tabs on Paris and get notified as soon as something big happens," Tim explains coming into frame.

"One of them looks suspiciously like you," Damina's voice came from out of frame.

"She had some similar moves to what I taught you,"  Dick says, pushing Jason out of frame.

"I'm also pretty sure that shares the same grappling skills as you," Damian said, stepping into frame.

"Well if you had let me talk, I would have told you I am Ladybug the hero of Paris," Marinette said, crossing her arms, pouting. "And you guys ruined it by figuring it out."

"You were quite obvious though," Damian said.

"You get to take care of your own city, HOW is that even fair," Jason complains, pushing Damian so he could be seen.

"Actually I have a partner, as you would have seen in the articles, Chat Noir," Marinette smiles.

"If he fails to protect you or hurts you in any way, I will make his death slow and very painful," Damian said.

"Don't worry about it from our short interaction and fight he could use some training but he's nice," Marinette explained.

"I gotta go," Damian said. He said before rushing off.

"Um... bye Dami, so how have you guys been," Marinette asked and the conversation flowed until she was called for dinner. The boys waved goodbye as she hung up only after she promised to keep them updated. Jason smirks and goes to find Damian.

"So... why'd you storm off?" Jason asks leaning on the gym wall the sound of Damian hitting the punching bag filling the gym.

"What do you mean?" he asks between punches.

"You stormed off after Marinette brought up her nice, blonde, skintight leather suit wearing partner," Jason smirks, the punching comes faster the sounds getting louder.

"It has nothing to do with that.... that wretch," Damian said.

"So when are you gonna admit that you like her," Jadon asks, crossing his arms across his chest.

"I won't," He pauses, standing up straight and grabs a towel. "because she's just a friend."

"Be careful," Jason says, pushing off the wall. He walks towards the door, opens it, and looks over his shoulder while saying. "or you will lose, it may not be today or tomorrow but you will lose her." As the door closes Jason hears the punching bag being hit again. Jason snickers and heads to the Bat Cave to look up Chat Noir.

The next day at school Marinette rushed into the courtyard to see Chloe. She hugged Chloe after they finished Marinette turned around as she heard a scream. A blonde bow holding a steaming cup of coffee tripped and fell, the coffee spilled all over the front of her. "Marinette, are you ok?" Chloe exclaimed.

"I'm so sorry!" the blonde screamed.

"Adrien! You're already causing trouble, just come home," a voice screamed after the blonde.

"Adrien! You made it! Come on let's go," Chloe said, grabbing Adrien and Marinette's hand. "I'm going to take her to the bathroom. go to the locker room find my locker, its number 286, and grab the spare clothes," 

"Ummm... ok, I'm sorry again. I'll be right back," he says before rushing off.

"That's your blonde friend you're always talking about," Marinette said as they entered the bathroom.

"Ya, you guys will be great friends," Chloe said, looking in the mirror as Marinette entered the stall.

"First great impression, being burned and all. It's going to be great because it looks like he's clumsier than me," Marinette said, throwing the soiled shirt on top of the stall door. A knock echoed throughout the bathroom. "Umm Chloe, I got the clothes."

"Hold on," She says opening the door and instructs while taking the clothes. "Stay there we'll be out before class." Chloe handed Marinette the clothes. It was I white tank halter top, paired with a high waisted light blue that matched Chloe's icy blue eyes, along with black heels.

"You ready to go?" Marinette asks exiting the stall.

"Nope, not yet. You can't wear that outfit with your hair in pigtails, I'm sorry it just can be done," Chloe said, stealing her hair ties.

"Chloe!" Marinette said, looking into the mirror then smirked. "I look good. Ok, let's go. We don't want to be late."

Another knock came from as they were about to leave. "Guys the bell is going to ring soon." He finishes as they push the door open. "Uhhhhh... hi... hi I'm Adrien," he stutters out as they enter the locker room.

"HI I'm Marin--" Marinette started as the bell rung interrupted her. She grabbed both the blonde's hands and ran to close pulling them both close behind. "Sorry, Ms. Bustier that we're late... um.... we were showing the new student around."

"Yes?" Chloe agreed sitting down beside Sabrina in the front.

"Adrien, sit in front of Marinette," Ms. Bustier says, pointing to the empty seat next to Nino. As he sat down the Nino introduced himself. "Hey, I'm Nino your new seat partner." Then held out a fist.

"Cool, I'm Adrien, I'm super psyched to start school, ya know being homeschooled all my life," Adrien said, bumping Nino's out held fist.

"Everyone is pretty chill here, you'll make friends fast," Nino said. 

"I know, I'm already friends with Chloe and Mar-Marinette," he stutters out.

"Marinette is a great person," Nino smiles. "Chloe, she is a lot better than she use to be."

"She has, I'm pretty sure that it's because of Ma-Marinette," Adrien said with a smile. The class continued without a hitch and soon came lunch. "Hey Chloe, what are you doing for lunch?"

"Well I usually go over to Marinette's house for lunch," Chloe explained, looking back at the class, waiting for Marinette to emerge from the classroom. She had been asked to stay after class for a minute.

"Hey, guys," Marinette greets. "I'm Marinette, it's nice to finally meet you," 

"Ma-Marinette, hi," Adrien said.

"So you want to come to lunch with us?" Marinette asks, walking towards the stairs.

"That would be awesome!" Adrien said, following behind.

"So that woman this morning, is she your mother?" Marinette asks.

"No... um, my mother is gone," Adrien faltered.

"Oh... I'm sorry I didn't realize," Marinette sympathizes. "So this is my house. Mama! Papa! I'm home! I brought Chloe and Adrien."

"Hi honey, how was your day? What happened to your clothes?" Sabine asks, coming from the back.

"Adrien tripped and spilled his coffee onto me," Marinette explained, hugging Sabine.

"Lunch is upstairs," Sabine says. "Tom is upstairs as well and needs opinions on a new recipe."

"Your parents are bakers, can they adopt me?" Adrien asks his mouth agape.

"You're not allowed to eat sweets?" Marinette asks, opening the door and dropping her bag.

"Wait... you don't know who I/he am/is?" Chloe and Adrien exclaim at the same time.

"Am I suppose? All I know is that you're Chloe's childhood friend," Marinette explains, grabbing plates from the cabinet.

"So much for a future fashion designer," Chloe sighs, grabbing utensils.

"What do you mean?" Marinette asks, placing a place on the table. "Papa! Lunch!"

"Coming Mari," he shouts back.

"I'm a model," Adrien explains, taking a seat.

"Your point is, I don't pay too much attention to the models, just the clothes," Marinette explains, pulling the cheddar broccoli crepes out of the fridge.

"But I'm Adrien Agreste, son of Gabriel Agreste. Surely you've heard of me," Adrien asks, fidgeting.

"Of course I've heard the name, I'm just not too good at putting names to faces," Marinette says serving the food.

"Hi sweetie, Chloe. Who's your friend?" Tom asks, grabbing cups from the cabinet and the pitcher of water from the fridge.

"This is Adrien, he's new to the school," Marinette explains, pouring the water.

"Marinette, Bruce called a bit earlier, he's asking about you coming back for Thanksgiving again," Tom said, slicing his food.

"Already? It's only September? But I can't wait to go home again, I miss them," Marinette says, smiling.

"You saw last month," Chloe deadpans.

"And am I not allowed to miss them?" Marinette asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Miss who?" Adrien asks, taking a bite.

"Not important at the moment," Marinette answers, quickly as her phone begins to ring and she smiles. "Speak of the Demon. Sorry guys gotta take this back in a minute." She then walks across the living room before switching to English. "Hi, Dami."

"Father told me that he talked to Tom about you coming home for Thanksgiving," Damian states.

"Yes, and as I just told Tom, I would love to come home for the holidays. I miss you guys, ya know?" Marinette says, placing her free hand on her elbow.

"We miss you too, why do you think Father opened the Wayne Enterprises there?" Damian asks. 

"You guys love me as much as I love you," Marinette smiles.

"Ummm Marinette! We're going to be getting back to school," Adrien shouts before Damian could respond.

"Who's that?" Damian asks his voice sounding tenser than normal. 

"Oh that's my new friend Adrien," Marinette responds before looking at the clock. "Well, can you call me after your school ends?"

"I would love to talk more," Damian said. 

"Damian! Time to leave, you can call Pixie-Pop later," Jason's voice came.

"Tell them I said hi and that I miss them," Marinette said. "Love you Dami, Bye." She finishes and heads back to the table. Her father was handing out mint and dark chocolate macaroons. "Papa, Sab-- Mama said you were making a new recipe, haven't you made these before?"

"Yes and no, they're the same flavors, but the cookies are mint this time instead of dark chocolate," Tom explains as Marinette takes one.

"The flavors are a lot more even. Bye Papa, see you after school," she waves with Adrien and Chloe following her.

"Sooooo, how was Demon?" Chloe snickers.

"He's happy, well as happy as he can be, that I'm coming home next month," Marinette explains.

"Who is 'Demon'?" Adrien asks as the walk up the stairs.

"Her boyfriend," Chloe teases, elbowing Marinette in the ribs.

"He's not my boyfriend, he's just a friend," Marinette denies. "Well he is my best friend, yes Chloe is on the same level though, and he's my food friend."

"Where does he live?" Adrien asks. They're now back in the classroom and he's turned to face her. (In this world Chloe sits on the inside/left seat/ the one on the aisle.)

"He lives in Gotham, shhh class is starting," Marinette says, quickly. She's thankful that conversation is over. She just met Adrien and she doesn't need him to know everything.

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