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takaramagi · 1 year

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this was the best scene thus far i am gonna go ahead and put that out there first

the way the entire world faded out around them to the point they didn't even notice the taxi pulled up until the driver had to say something

but also the way that jaewon seems so comfortable doing this type of thing where he fixes/helps jihyun pull his backpack up and PULLS (not lightly either) jihyun closer to him just to what??? stare into his eyes???

he seems somewhat comfortable initiating this but as soon as things get "too real" he seems to get overwhelmed. when jihyun was helping him draw and moved closer to jaewon he had to back away from the situation and make an excuse to get jihyun to go away for a second. this is one of the only times jihyun has initiated this type of contact himself also, other than maybe ep. 1 where he passes the lighter.

(which we saw how jaewon just stood there stunned for a while lmao) i think it's worth noting that maybe jaewon feels more in control even though it's kinda like he almost can't help himself but initiate this type of thing but also when jihyun kinda shows interest on his part jaewon is like hey woah woah woah..........like you can see the world fading away from him in his eyes when these moments happen or when he looks at jihyun.

it seems like jaewon has this own little world with jihyun like in this moment, he basically completely forgets the world is moving around them and other people exist. it's not like he's the character saying "oh but people will see us." he doesn't even seem to consider that really, because they're not even there? which goes back to how jaewon has these superficial relationships with people around him in his daily life.

then he gets snatched back, like it is a visible difference and moment when he gets pulled back into reality. and that is when he starts to pull himself back and kinda push jihyun away even. i would say most of jaewon's pressures seem internal because of all this, even though his "friends" definitely contribute to it. i don't think most of whatever is going on with him is about his friends or outsiders though because i don't think jaewon is even considering them at all? i don't mean in a selfish way. i talked about this briefly in the tags of the great post by this scholarly poster where jaewon always contradicts himself. because he is not being real with anyone including himself at the times we have seen him because that is his entire character and will be his character arc. pretty much everything i said in the tags was confirmed by these eps where he talks to the surf club president who seems to be his only friend he can be somewhat himself with and his therapist.

i mean that as frustrating as it is to watch jaewon's friends be shitty people......jaewon knows that too. but with jihyun we are seeing him put some type of effort into a relationship whereas the friendships he has... although it may be hard for him to be with jihyun because of whatever internal battles he has, it is probably harder for a character like jaewon to confront that everything else in his life is superficial and he's just been going along with it.

one, to confront that makes it real. if you just let it happen then it's whatever. but to tell someone to stop treating you badly even when you know they won't because the friendship isn't real, it's easier just to leave it as is. but also his character literally says it's his flaw, that he doesn't speak up or show his real self. but he also says that it is exhausting living like that so i suspect he's gonna blow up eventually. honestly when he confronted his friend in the bathroom i was like dang hope he bashes his head in the sink weak hero class style

jaewon even started his relationship with jihyun like this too. everything was oh i'm a senior that will be your friend, call me when you don't even have my number....he's stuck between this performance and persona he has vs real genuine interest in someone. when it gets in that grey area in between his persona (especially when he's around others) and how he really feels and what he really wants these contradictions occur. it's easier to play things off in jest too than admit something is real to you. he probably doesn't even know how to navigate that honestly, when he's been playing this part and just letting things happen to and around him. (he also says that the military was an escape for him since he didn't have to deal with all this). i wonder if his relationship with his ex was a performance as well. just to be "normal" amongst his friends and peers, but who knows.

i am willing to bet the closest we get to jaewon's "real" self is when he is with jihyun and even then it is only glimpses so far. that and when he is truly alone like we saw in the early eps but those moments are few and far between. i am glad he is in therapy lol because that seems like a lot for jihyun but also for jaewon too. i am also willing to bet that this will be a central conflict/plot point when jaewon stops performing and loses pretty much everything he has. and who stays will be who truly cares for him and confronting that is scary as hell. either that or something will happen with the friend or his ex where he will be forced to (probably his relationship with jihyun but at this point everything is fake around him except his relationship with the surf president, but even with her i don't know if he thinks he can be completely honest), and he's gonna react badly and i can't blame him

#the eighth sense #extremely long sorry i don't know why i typed all this so i put it under a read more #just me talking about jaewon #i can already see the pitchforks coming for his head when something happens and it hurts jihyun #i don't want to see jihyun get hurt either but jaewon is my friend and i am sticking beside him #this is less of an analysis and more of me just ranting and rambling so don't expect anything profound or unsaid before #i just like his character and this show and think it is interesting #i havent read this over because i am too lazy so it may not even make any sense sorry #five liveblogs

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zorubark · 8 months

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I realized Im just like my mom, whenever I cry because of something she said, she does the thing where you outwardly put blame on yourself and self deprecates and YOU seek consolation. I don't like when she does it, I can't explain well what I feel when she does it right now, but I know I don't like it but I fucking do the same I did the same before knowing she did that I got it from her, I have the fear of fully taking the blame in and just ackowledging myself I didn't know how people got bad traits from their parents, I never looked up to this thing she does, I never even realized she did it, but I still got it, I don't understand what happens I felt my experiences invalidaded, she sighed, "ah meu deus…", "eu não devia ter dito nada", those words, for more that it blamed herself, it still felt like I was supposed to feel bad for her, when I recognized that, I cried more. Because I realized where that toxic trait I had came from. I realized even that I knew about how kids take their parents toxic traits, even though I knew about that and didn't want it to happen, it still did. I heard a story that a guy posted about how horrible he felt that he became like his dad, I thought, "well, I'm gonna try to be more aware then." I felt like I couldn't break the cicle, like I'm not gonna be free from this as long as I live with my mother. She doesn't seem willing to try to change that, she would probably do the self loathing pitty-seeking again, and I again would feel bad for trying to talk her down and trying to make her realize something about her and try to change that. My brother, months ago, maybe a year already, told me that I do this when I'm guilty of something, I started to self deprecate because I wanted to seek confort for feeling guilty, in that situation, I should understand guilt and not drown in it like I did before, I thought not feeling immense guilt made me selfish and a monster, but I realized I didn't have to feel like I commited a sin, and this made me be able to feel calmer when I commited mistakes, I was able to think before self wallowing in fear and guilt. Where did this all come from? Where did this all come from? Where did. All of this.. .. Come from?

I ask myself with a weak voice inside my head, my internal narration sounds like it's about to cry, I truly feel connected to my thoughts at this moment. "I did so much to change myself! Many times my brother told me about my flaws and I took them to heart! Many times I discovered flaws through tumblr posts of all things! And what did I do? I tried to change them! I analyzed myself! Why do I have to be the only one trying to make a change?? Why do I have to get better but not her!?!?" Recoiled, alone, yerning, helpless, afraid, angry, biting my knee, I noticed a bunch of tears continuously going down my face and I wondered if it wet the paper I was drawing on, everytime I see the tear mark on paper, I feel so sad, because even with this physical mark of how dejected I felt, it still didn't do anything. Many times I cried and felt anguish at how my face was dry and no one would have known I cried, they would just approach me like it's a normal day when I actually needed support and gentleness. But after my tears ended up on paper so many times now, I realize my wish of my sorrow being seen wasn't gonna come like that, I still didn't understand how, and I still don't do.

I only truly feel comforted by her when the problem isn't attributed to her, if I say "you made me cry a lot, please understand that what you said made me feel like this", she gets defensive and recoils from the acolhedora and gentle attitude she could have had earlier. How am I supposed to handle this? I'm not being able to stop being a sponge, how do I stop this? How do I stop myself from turning into the worst moments I had with my mom?

#vent

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nightsoulsworld · 3 years

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Hi, I was wondering if I could have a matchup?

I'm trans-macs (He/They), which causes trouble with family sometimes

I'm a Sagittarius, though I don't really act like it

I'm 4'11, and haven't grown since like... Highschool + I have a lil chub on me

My hair is short + blonde (I want to try and dye it a darker color), and I have blue eyes, with tons of freckles everywhere and pale skin.

I like videogames (more specifically horror/indie games), creepypasta, watching YouTube, sleeping, drawing, reading, dinosaurs, science, and writing

I write + draw a lot (like I have tons of full note books, I'm moving, and I can't even fit them all into a large box)

I have really bad anxiety, and sometimes my depression gets to me, causing the anxiety to get worse, and for me to not take care of myself.

I have a lot of bad habits as well, I do them without even noticing now. I chew on things, I bite my nails, I pull my hair, I scratch myself till my skin is red, I rip scape off my skin, and sometimes I end up just hitting myself. I'm excited? Im banging my fist against my wrist until I feel like it's broken. I just burnt my mouth, my fist is colliding with my face 20 times. I'm upset, my fists are colliding with each other till they bleed. I'm trying to think? Goodbye to the kneecaps. I also bounce my legs a lot when I'm anxious

I don't really have an asthetic, I just wear comfy clothes, and if I see a poster or something that looks cool, I get it and put it in my room.

My weight tends to be a big insecurity, especially since my family mentions it a lot (not my parents, my aunt, or cousins, just everyone else) and make it seem like I have to loose weight. (Fr tho, I went to my grandparents house one time, and she looked at me and was just like "You need to exercise, maybe go one a walk") so I tend to wear baggy clothes, or if it gets really bad, I just stop eating anything for periods of time until I either feel slightly better, or my mom (who doesn't know about any of it) makes me eat

I also tend to talk a lot, especially since I have ADD, and thus, hyper fixate on things, though at the same time, I'm fairly lazy and laid back, and I'm also more of the therapy friend to the like 2 friends I trust (though I don't understand actually emotions at all, if they cry, I leave) like, most of the time, I'm sitting in a big recliner, all the lights off, with a small snack as I watch Markiplier/Jacksepticeye play scary games that I can't afford/find. I also forget. A ton. Like you tell me to do one thing, then not even five seconds later I'm like 'what'd you need?' or if you tell me to do something else right after, I'll only do the last thing you said. If we have a plan for the day, you better be prepared to tell me it 52 times, or if I am busy hyper fixating on something you better be prepared for the same infodump 27 times.

I have trust issues, mainly because of toxic friends that took advantage of my loyalty, (which is my fatal flaw) and used it to allow them to manipulate me into cutting off people, or letting them beat me up.

I have multiple piercings in my ears (I'm probably going to get one in my nose)

I'm a coffee + energy drink addict who gets little to no sleep (not even cuz of the coffee/energy drink) and usually end up just having mental breakdowns in bed for hours.

I am literally on my phone all the time, but it's not even like 'I wanna see how many likes I got on insta' it's 'I'm gonna beat geometry dash... Not in practice mode!'

I need glasses (and have them) but I never wear them, so I'm basically walking around half blind most of the time.

I tend to to do okay with work, but I always get bad grades cuz I forget about HW, or procrastinate for to long that I don't do it. (Like I barely passed a couple years with a 65 overall average) and it's not cuz I'm that stupid, I just forget the homework, and I do good on literally everything else.

I am a huge dino nerd. Like I don't know everything, but I just think that they are so cool, and have fossils, and dino stuffies, and I used to even have a dino book.

I also have a ton of stuffed animals just stored in my room.

Thank you, you don't have to if this is too much. I'd probably prefer big red or nerdy boi. (Idk, they're just my faves)

Hey, hey!! I wanted to thank you for your ask. After some time, finally I'm doing a match up. I really enjoy reading your description. You're so nice and beautiful person, don't forget that.

Here we go

🤔I think I'd paired you with...🤔

Donnie

Donnie would be the one to fall for you

From the first moment there wasn't nothing going to tear you apart

You two were best friends from the beginning

But Donnie wanted to be more than best friends

He just adores you and he's completely lost in your beautiful blue eyes

He's attracted to you like moth to light and he can't help himself

Your freckles are the cutest thing he saw

He likes videogames too and he's happy to play with you any of your favorite

He's more into Indie games than horrors ( we all know this boi don't like anything horror )

He likes to have little moments with you with some good book with a good cup of coffee

OMG YOU LIKE SCIENCE TOO? You're his forever

Finally who can talk to him about what he's passionate about

He loves your artwork and writing and he's happy to see your finished work

He have every drawing in his lab and room

He break downs when he saw his portrait from you for the first time; he hugs you so tight, give you lots of kisses and he kept saying thank you on and on

This big nerdy boi is so proud of you and you can bet he will always support you

You're perfect to him just the way you are, he fell in love with you who you are

To him, you look perfect in everything you have on you

He keep telling you that

He's very good listener, so when you have depression or anxiety, he's with you and he's all ears

He loves when you start to ramble about dinosaurs or creepypasta but sometimes he just shuts you with a deep kiss

Don Bon thinks how adorable and cute you look with glasses and he asks you to wear it more often

He doesn't push you into things that you don't want to

He's so happy when you're around, it brings up his spirit and mood

When you are working on new story or art, he brings you cup of coffe, give you forehead kiss and tell something sweet into your ear

He always give you new informations about dinosaurs and their existence before and he have big smile when he see your happy face

He gives you so much love and support 💕💕💕💕

I hope you like your match 💜💜

#sup-im-bored #nightsoulsworld #tmnt 2016 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt 2014/ 2016 #tmnt donnie #tmnt raphael #tmnt+matchup #tmnt bayverse #bnha+matchups #tmnt donatello #tmnt match up #tmnt 2014/2016 #tmnt 2014 match up

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sillyfudgemonkeys · 3 years

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Comic buff with a thought, I notice the P5MM art and composition is more striking and closer to p5's art and style than the other manga, which is fine, but kinda... flat. (I find myself thinking there's something missing when I read it, then I look back at P5MM and I notice how there's more clever paneling, imagery, and stylistic choices akin to the games in it (like that one goro panel ya had a rant about) and I realize what's missing) That could be why P5MM is brought up more, just a guess. I dunno how you feel about all that though, I'm curious.

Under the cut cause it gets long cause of pictures:

I am very big on art style and visual presentation. I do actually judge a book by it's cover (manga, game, movie, show, yadda). If I find something pleasing to my eye I'll read it.....even if the contents are trash. Domestic Girlfriend is one, horrible manga (didn't finish, was holding out for Momo, aka best girl, and getting closure for her....then I bounced). Didn't watch the anime (didn't need to I was way ahead in the manga I think), but I know that opening is wasted on it. ldskfjaf Don't invest your time into it, it's not worth it, you would probably learn better morals from P5.......probably. But yeah I found the art style pleasing enough to try it out (I's not amazing by any means, but I like looking at it....or did.....that writing man....dat was bad ;w;).... *waves hands vaguely in air* yeah.

Fun fact, it's why I got into Persona. I happened across an ad for P4 on the PS2 in the Gameinformer magazine, it showed a screenshot from an animated cutscene plus one of the fully body art for the chars and I was like "Yes this is my jam!" (which only doubled down when I read what it was about, and it was a murder mystery and the article also talked up "the mystery of the glasses" which fakldjsalkfs yeah). So yeah it really clicked for me.

Tbh it's why I'm probably going to get back into freaking Bleach, and it's why I got into it and Naruto over One Piece (I don't think I'll ever read ON I'm sorry). Tite Kubo has sexy art what can I say? Can't trust a thing that man writes now but eh. It's also the reason I read a lot of Shojo (and now Yuri) manga, cause their art style is usually what I find very appealing (even if I've read the same gd shojo love story just by a different name for the 1000th time, give me the flowers and sparkly eyes! they are my life blood!)

And I've mentioned I really like Saito's art style. I've (attempted) to color some of his pieces on top of animate some manga frames (most of which I haven't actually published......I...I should....get around to finishing those up....haha...aha....haaaa). I really like his art, it's pleasant. But even with good art, I can still see past it and see what BS it's peddling and it can hamper my enjoyment of it. If I don't look at the context of the scene or the words on the page, I can be down with it. But when I'm reading.......I get annoyed. I balk at anything with Goro. I guffaw whenever Makoto's on screen (cause Saito nails her from P5, she acts useful but really she's useless but the narrative views her as useful it ironically makes her useless......it's the weirdest thing I've ever witnessed >.>). Like Saito really.....gets P5 it seems, down to it's flaws even (tho he can actually make the good parts of P5 shine, or at least parts that P5 failed to execute....execute in a way). But he also makes the flaws.....shine that much harder for me.

Now the Reg manga? it's nothing special art style wise, in fact it starts off VERY wonky, and while still wonky, has gotten a lot....better/cuter (esp Ryu). Not like shojo cute just.......I wanna squish their wittle faces cute (at times when it's not serious).

Like when it comes to Reg Manga these are the two pieces that have appeared in it that I feel kinda hit the P5 mark in terms of style:

(look at Mona, coming into this world like the pustule that he is 8U)

Which isn't much, but it's something. At least Reg's AOA is better looking than the anime. 8U

But I dunno, as the chapters go on, the Mangaka allows for more cuter expressions, and I just like their neat:

(btw I colored that page)

I dunno, it's not as overtly cutsey as Saito:

But they are still charming in a more simple way (without out having them go full chibi), it subtle but it gives it flavor. "Silly why are most, if not all those pics of Ryu and Anne?" I dunno guys maybe you should ask them how their backs are doing, cause they're the ones who are carrying the Reg manga when it comes to this! 8U

Tho I do think the first ch or two of Reg does a better job capturing P5's feel than the rest of the chapters, I think the mangaka is just.....bogged down by exposition and the game's BS that a lot of text on their pages so it almost reads like a novel:

ALots of text, not the most dynamic of framing with the panels. It's kinda eh. I haven't really read the manga past the 2nd dungeon tbh (I mean......as the residential #1 Makoto hater, I think that's fair.....that I'd start to zone out during my least fav dungeon....and then continue zoning out during my 2nd least fav dungeon askfdjaflk)

But during the first two dungeon arcs, I liked how.....bad the PT were at thieving, I liked how green they were. It was obviously a learning process. I also like some of the fight choreo (Saito did the best hand to hand one in the series in P4U's Yu vs Sho....which I actually animated....spoiler.....no I have no released that...my dumbass wants to tempt fate and see if I can redo it in color even tho it took me 4 days non stop to get that animated in just black and white.....but I am a fool so alas 8U). I mean it's not mind blowing, but it was simple and decently thought out, which is more than I feel like we usually get (esp with the anime shows....or at least P4/5's).

But I think what draws me in is....it's lack of P5 style. P5 style has them being still oh so cool despite being new at everything. It's tired me out. P5's how identity is style. It's....style over substance (gonna rile some feathers with that....Cvit(?) vid title). But P5 is overtly stylish, to the point it......weighs on me. Drags me down. Tires me out. I don't think they're cool, I'm bored with it. Ironically, Reg manga lacks that, which......def would make someone (and me usually) give it much of a passing glance. It's very basic I guess. But.....consider me, being in P5 hell, surrounded by all it's nausea inducing stylishness, sees a small break in the hellish hurricane to see.......normalcy. It kinda makes me connect better with the kids (kinda, it's still P5).

They feel like normal kids, trying to do their thing (sometimes trying to look/act cool and failing), and.....it's just the absolute antitheses to P5's brand......and I think that's why I like it. KLFJDSAFLKJA;

Anyway, who knows, maybe when I catch up on Reg in english and re-read MM with the official translation I might change my mind about a few things, or at least how I rank them. But for post length sake, and my sanity sake, I think I should keep the anime and mangas out of the "Which entry do you hate least" post......because I should just make another post where I go into both mangas as well as compare and contrast the anime! :D I'm just delaying some insanity for later haha....

Wait.........I just remember Day Breakers exists......and I liked it....still do....don't have much issue with it. Well shit, that is probably the one entry I hate the least. fklsdjfalkjdfkla;jsL;FJljsfdlskafaj *sobs* nO NO, I committed, and that's just a sad loophole. fdklsajflakfj *sobs* I still need to the game thing, cause let's be honest, the games are where it counts.

So right now my ranking for manga/anime is:

Daybreakers>Reg manga> MM>>>>>>>>>>TV Show Anime and it's OVAs (may the burn in the hell fire from which they spawned)

Oh, one last thing, forgot to put it in but I dunno where to put it now. I like how the manga tones down the pervyness some:

I mean Ryu is a fellow monkey. u_u .......but it's for the best I don't have to see his ape expression. ;w; (iirc the pyramid scene was a lot shorter/faster, but that's by the grace of reading and books rather than animation I suppose).

#silly asks #silly answers #i can't believe day breakers is what I hate least dfkjsalfjaf

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addictofsupernatural · 4 years

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Spidey Senses (pt. 1)

Peter Parker x reader

Summary: You have a big secret about your life, and so might your crush.

Word Count: 2253

Chapter 2

You woke up, looking around at the apartment to yourself, and got ready for school. You made yourself some scrambled eggs; they were quick enough to make. You ate and cleaned up, not that anyone was expecting you to. You went to the bathroom, looking at yourself one last time. You frowned, but smoothened out your shirt.

Peter liked this shirt. He once told you that at lunch, when you brought him cookies made cookies for him and Ned. It was a Bowsette shirt, and this time instead of wearing it lose you tucked it in. Maybe he'd like that? Not that it was doing much for your body. You did read somewhere that having confident vibes was attractive, so maybe you just needed to act confident, and he'd notice that you wore the shirt he likes? It was stupid, but you were doing it anyways.

You locked up your apartment and walked to Peter's nicer apartment complex, where you sat down on the untagged steps outside. A few minutes later Peter came rushing out with a piece of toast in his mouth. You turned and smiled, perking up.

"Morning Peter." You chirped. No matter how bad you could feel sometimes, you couldn't help but have the best of attitudes around Peter.

"Morning." He said, voice muffled. He took a bite and ripped off a piece of toast, silently giving it to you. You took it and ate with him. "So I just got a text from Ned, and we have to pair up in biology for a project on the genetics of different forms of life."

He sounded pepped up, and so were you. You loved doing projects. It was a stress reliever from working at nights, and you got to spend some time after school with Peter. To you, projects were amazing. "So, who're you gonna pick for your partner?" You teased.

"Of course only the one person I know who can keep up with me." He nudged you, and you giggled. "I wish Liz was in that class. She's really smart."

Then there was that. Peter's crush on Liz. Though it made you feel terrible about yourself, you couldn't help but constantly compare yourself to Liz. She was so much prettier than you, smarter, actually popular. Not that you really cared about popularity, but it seemed like everyone adored her, Peter included. You didn't dislike her, you just wished you could be more like her. But if she's what makes Peter happy, then you would try to be the most supportive friend you could be.

"I bet you do." You did your best to smile. "Are we still on for joining the Mathletes?"

"I don't know. What if I get too nervous around Liz and start messing everything up? Then I'll look like an idiot."

"First of all, never call yourself an idiot. You're a genius, own it. Second, me and Ned are gonna join with you. We'll have your back Peter. We'll all have some fun, and you'll get to spend more time with her. We'll be in the back for support if you need us."

He nodded and put an arm around you, squeezing your shoulders as he side hugged you. "Thanks y/n. I can always count on you and Ned to be really awesome friends."

Though it took a blow to your feelings and self esteem, all you responded with was "Of course." as you walked into school and met up with Ned.

Sometimes, keeping things to yourself was just the better option. There were two things you kept from Peter. One, you were completely and undoubtedly in love with him. Only Ned knew about this, since he's just as close to you as Peter is. Two, the day you went to the Stark museum field trip and got bit by that spider changed your life forever.

As the day went on, so did your anxiousness. It was good this time; you didn't have work today at Delmar's Deli-Grocery, meaning it was time to suit up. Queens always needed help, and you were happy to do it. So was this other guy with similar abilities, but you never met him, so you didn't worry about it.

Mathletes went pretty much as expected. Peter was adorably awkward around Liz, but a genius none the less. You actually had some fun with Ned, goofing off as well as being able to get some work done. Peter would come back to you two every now and then to give updates. "You okay?" Ned quietly asked.

"Yeah, I'm good." You rested your chin on your hand and leaned over. "What about you? Like anybody right now?"

He gave you a goofy smile. "Nobody specific, but I'm hoping being in the Mathletes will show girls how smart I am."

You gave him a toothy grin in return. "I'm sure they will. Girls who are worth your time are suckers for nerds." Ned nodded his head eagerly in response.

Peter caught a glimpse of your conversation with Ned about girls liking nerds, and it sounded like a really tempting topic to over and listen about, but he had to focus on Liz. Giving her his main attention will show her that this is just as important to him as it is to her.

When Mathletes was over, Peter went over to you and an excited Ned, trying to ignore that nagging left out feeling he was having. "What'd I miss?"

"Y/n's gonna paint the Millennium Falcon and Death Star on my walls!" Ned said excitedly.

"Woah, really?"

You shrugged and smiled. "Yeah, it's not a big deal. I like painting, and it's not like my landlord would let me do it on my own walls. His parents are gonna take me to buy the paints and pay me for doing it too, so it's really just me getting all the benefits."

"It's gonna happen next week, so we should have a marathon over the weekend." Ned proposed.

"I love that idea!" Peter said, getting pumped up and excited in a very cute way he does. "We should do it at your house!" He said to you.

"I'm so down!" You excitedly said. "But right now I have homework to do, so let's walk home."

Ned said his goodbyes as he got picked up. You and Peter walked home together talking about Star Wars and how he would love it if you painted for him sometime. You promised him you would and said your goodbyes, watching him walk up his apartment complex steps and disappearing. You then quickly ran home to put on your super suit and head out.

Meanwhile, Peter came home to see Mr. Tony Stark in his very own living room. "Aunt May, I'm ho–"

The two heads turned to see the suddenly out of breath teen. "Oh, hey! Mr. Stark was just telling me how you got accepted." Aunt May smiled.

"W...wha–how–um, hi." He breathed out.

Tony smiled effortlessly as he got up. "I was just talking to your Aunt May over here about your acceptance for your application into the Stark internship." He winked. "Can we talk privately in your room?"

"Ye...uh, sure. Course." They both went into his room and Tony closed the door, looking around the room.

"So your aunt seems nice." Tony said nonchalantly. "Really doesn't look like an aunt."

"Um, why are you here Mr. Stark? I never filled out an–"

"She's cute." He picked up a framed picture of you and Peter, you hugging him while you both smiled. Tony instantly recognized you as the other person he was going to recruit.

"Y–uh, I guess." The question was very flustering for Peter.

"Is she your girlfriend?"

"Woah! No, we're just friends. There's actually this other girl–"

Tony set the picture down and went on to his phone. "Okay, I'm bored with this story now." He then pulled up a video of a disguised man stop a car from crashing into a bus. "This you?"

"No! I don't know who that is."

"Yeah?" He looked up and got the broom that was against the wall, pushing one of the air vents out of the way and watching Peter's suit fall while tied to a rope. "Tell anybody about your powers?"

"No! Not even Aunt May, I promise. It's been a secret since I got them."

Tony nodded. "I'll cut to the point. I need you to come with me to Berlin. There's something you can help me with. Think of it as a mission. Are you up for it?" Peter only nodded his head. "Good, we got one more stop to make."

You got home to your apartment after stopping a robbery at a fast food restaurant. You took a shower and finished your homework fairly quickly. After backing some double brownie cookies for the weekend, you started pencil drawing to pass the time. That's when you heard a knock at the door. Your hair was still a bit damp as you curiously got up and answered the door. In front of your very eyes was the infamous Tony Stark.

"Woah." Was the first thing to drop out of your mouth. You wanted to slap yourself. You quietly said, "Hello."

You stuck out your hand for a hand shake, trying to make it as firm as you could while feeling nervous around the celebrity. As he shook it, you swallowed your nervousness down and remembered that everyone has flaws and he's just a regular person.

"Hi, can I come in?" You forced a smile and nodded, stepping aside as he came in and walked around your house. In all honesty, it was kind of making you uncomfortable how much observing he was doing. He noticed the same picture Peter had was hanged up on your wall. "Is this your boyfriend?"

You nervously laughed at the thought of that fantasy. "I wish." You blurted out. He raised his eyebrows and looked at you, feeling that this was going to be fun to tease about over this mission. "But I've been friend zoned, so yeah." You quickly said. "Anyways, would you like something to eat or drink?"

"Got any sweets or something? I am kind of hungry." He didn't look at you and kept wandering around your apartment. You silently nodded and took out the container of cookies you just put in the cupboard. You made those for the Star Wars binge, but if you had to sacrifice some for Tony Stark, so be it. You opened it from the kitchen counter, and he took one while inspecting your kitchen. "Oh wow. These are good. Make them yourself?"

"Yeah actually. Thanks." He opened your finance drawer with your bills, newspaper coupons and food stamps. You quickly closed it. "Um, please don't look at that!"

He looked you in the eye for a second before nodding and looking at another picture of Peter and you, this time with you trying to cover your face from the selfie. "So, I've read your personal file."

He was so straight forward that you didn't know how to react. "Oh. Are you even allowed to do that?"

"I'm allowed to bend the rules a bit sometimes." You huffed in response. Rich people. "Emancipated at 15. That's a lot."

"Yeah, I guess. I'd like to think I've adjusted well." You put on a smile again.

He leaned against the kitchen counter. "You miss your mom?"

"Um, she needed to learn how to take care of herself before she could take care of anybody else. I'm okay with that." You rocked on your heals.

"That's very mature of you, but you didn't answer my question."

You really didn't know why you felt so open with him. Maybe it was all that internet stalking. Damn. But you weren't about to spill out your life to this man and scare him off. No matter how well you felt like you kind of knew him. "Mm, it's complicated."

"And what about your dad?"

You truthfully never really think about him. "What about him?"

"You don't want to meet him? Know anything about him?"

You let out a laugh. "The only thing I want to know about him is his address, so I could file for some child support."

Tony smirked, deciding that he liked you. "Can you even file for yourself."

You sighed. "Probably not. Sometimes the government can suck."

He nodded his head, his eyes averting to your room. Shit. "What're those?"

"Oh, um, you don't need to see that!" He walked a lot faster than you and went into your room. You silently cursed your small legs. "Wow. These are a lot of drawings. And there's a lot of Thor. Do we have a little crush on a certain God?"

"Maybe!" You blurted out, much to Tony's amusement.

There was a small desk over a bulletin board full of your drawings. You got the desk when you saw pieces of wood being thrown out of a Home Depot because of chips and scratches, and you volunteered to take it off their hands. You built it yourself, wobbly and uneven, and painted some of it with the paints Aunt May got you. It made you look like the help, but it was nothing compared to the drawings you had of the superheroes.

"So what if I do? I know a ton of people who have fake crushes on you!"

"And you're not one of them?" He raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Should I be offended?"

You smiled, genuinely smiled, and shook your head. "People have fake crushes on unrealistically perfect people. Thor, Thor is unrealistically perfect. You have a ton of flaws but are essentially a good person at heart... With all respect."

"What makes you think I'm not just perfect?" He was truthfully interested in hearing your take on this.

"Because it takes a person with anxiety to know a person with anxiety." Tony uncomfortably shifted his weight onto his other foot.

"I've seen some bad stuff too, not as bad as you, but I know that memories creep up when things get too much to handle. You have a ton of things to handle. I've seen some interviews that get to you. Some things that people say. The rude reporters. Even though a lot of people say bad things about you, your company, and even your family, you still have it in you to fight for everyone. That's amazing. You're not unrealistically perfect, but you are realistically perfect to me."

He paused for a moment, absorbing what was said. "If you're not in love with me, then why do you take the time to know so much about me?"

"Because, while I don't think of you as the fake love of my life, I see you as someone I look up to."

"Believe me kid, you should look up to someone else." He tried to joke it off.

You shrugged. "I don't have anyone else." You felt embarrassed suddenly, looking down at your desk. You then smiled again and searched through your drawings, picking up one of Tony smiling. "Just think of me as your number one fan. You can have that."

"Huh." Was all he said as he looked at it.

"What? Not used to seeing yourself smile?" You giggled. "Anyways, why are you here?"

"Oh, right." He took out his phone, showing you a video of you suited up, stopping a moving car full of robbers until the police showed up.

You sighed. "Okay, you found me. What now?"

"You're not going to try and lie for your secret identity?" Tony smiled again.

"To Ironman?" You giggled again. "No."

"Well, there's a mission in Berlin I need you and the Spiderman's assistance for."

"Is that what he calls himself?"

"Yeah. You met him?" You shook your head, and Tony knew he was going to enjoy this. "Well, you're about to. Ready Spidergirl?"

"Um, shouldn't I pack or something?"

"No need. I got you provisions and clothes for a few days. Especially considering that's probably the only kind of things you have."

You clutched your baggy shirt. "Rude, but true."

"Okay then, stay here." He then left the apartment for a bit and came back with a nice looking shirt and ripped jeans. "I don't want people thinking I found a homeless girl off the side of the street."

"You're so mean." You breathed out a laugh. "Thank you though. I'll be out in a bit." You stepped out a minute later uncomfortably. "Ready?"

"Look at you, looking like a girl." He teased.

You laughed. "Who'd have known? Let's go."

"You ready to meet the Spiderman?" Tony asked as you both stepped down from the apartment complex.

"Should I be? I don't even know who that is." He winked at you before opening the door for you. You slid in the back seat and looked at a surprised Peter dead in the eye. "Holy shit!"

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Just The Two Of Us Pt.2

Pairing: Kamilah x Mc x Adrian

(Part1)

Disclaimer: The characters are NOT mine

Prompt: After the last night fighting against Gaius, before his fall, he puts his plan into execution, changing the lives of Adrian, Kamilah and Mia forever. Friendships may end, a heart may be broken and a new love may arise. In the end who will win the girl's heart?

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6 months later

"Oh, damn it!" Mia screamed as she landed on the other side of the Raines Corp basement, her back hitting an airbed tightly, needless to say that was useless. One more attempt, another failed attempt to try to be disconnected from Kamilah. Lily ran to help her friend get up, Kamilah leaned her back against the cold stone wall a few feet away from Mia in the basement, her back also sore from the impact. Gaius was not joking when he said that the girl's pain would be her pain from now on. The queen frowned with that inconvenient pain, adjusting her posture and rearranging her suit. "No, no!" Adrian shouted through the thirteenth-century book in the middle of the basement, desperately searching for answers as he saw no result of his new experience. That was all he'd been working on for months, trying to find a way to disconnect both. First he had appealed to science, hired the best scientists money could provide, believing their blood to be the main source connecting them, but finding that the blood that bound them now was only one, and that Mia's blood had adapted to Kamilah's, once again found himself frustrated in all his attempts by using science to be flaws. So he called for the only possible alternative. The supernatural. Jameson was dead, Gaius dead. The only ones with the answer were dead. Kamilah sighed approaching her friend. "Adrian." She tried to call him. "Do not even try, Kamilah." He refused to look at her. Kamilah, unlike Adrian, knew how to recognize a lost cause when she saw one. She no longer had any hope of disconnecting herself from Mia. After several failed attempts and no positive response, there was not much to do. She was cynical and responsible enough to warn him that the situation could not go on for long. "We both know very well that of all the things Gaius has put together for us both, they all had permanent effects. I can not believe this time there's a way out.” Kamilah said quietly. "No, this one. I will not give up,” he said convulsively. "Look at her." Kamilah pointed at Mia, leaning against Lily's arms. "If you continue with these failed assaults, she will end up dead. Is that what you want? You'll kill her!” Adrian turned his face for the first time, there was a somber expression on his face, but his face lit up at the sight of Mia, but then that thought came into his mind that he could never have Mia, since she belonged to Kamilah, and Kamilah did not even tolerate her. "Kamilah, you do not know what's best for her!" He turned to her. "Lately I know what's best for her more than you!" "What are you insinuating, Kamilah ?!" Adrian's deep voice increased. "Enough!" Mia's voice echoed through the room, drawing their attention. She tried to stand, unsuccessfully, causing Lily to hold her again. "This is exactly what Gaius wanted, to get you two to fight, do not you see?” She approached the two tall vampires with Lily at her side. She turned to Adrian, her eyes softening. "Adrian... I understand that you are frustrated with this, believe me, I am too. But this time, I am with Kamilah on this one, you are giving every day more of yourself pursuing a goal that we may never reach. We tried everything, and nothing works. And I feel... That part of me dies every day more in seeing you like this. Maybe there's nothing else we can do.” She touched Adrian's face with an obvious sadness on his face. Her brief touch, until she moved her hand away and went to the stairs with Lily, leaving them alone. Adrian touched his cheek watching her walk away.

"Adrian. We have been in this situation for months, I did not want to be living this as much as you, I know perfectly well that the three of us are going through the same pain—" Kamilah started to speak, but was interrupted by him. "Are we, Kamilah?" His tone suddenly hostile. "As far as I'm aware, Mia and I are in love with each other, and we can not be together because of the circumstances, and you know that and still, you married her." Kamilah opened her mouth in disbelief. "Excuse me, I just did it to protect you! Gaius would have killed you!" "He would have killed me anyway!" "If it were me, you would have done the same!" Kamilah said. "Do you think it was in my plans to marry a mortal in her twenties, knowing that my closest friend is in love with her ?!" Kamilah touched her own chest, Adrian rolled his eyes with his arms crossed. "She promised before everyone to be faithful to you! She will be bonded and married to you until her death! How do you think I feel about this? Have to see my best friend have everything I wanted, everything that was meant to be mine? And you do not even like her!" "I did all this for you, I gave up my freedom, I married a mortal, I saved your life and her life, and yet, do you think I'm selfish? I'm well aware of your feelings for the girl, I would never do any of this if your life was not at risk! Mia saw the situation with the same eyes and did the same for you! " "Do not put Mia in the middle of it!" He shouted angrily. "But, she's in the middle of it. She's part of that. Do you really think she'd be happy to see you dead? How do you think I'd stay with you dead? Never in my entire life have I even considered the idea of marriage, and she is only twenty-two years old, she is too young. You know perfectly well that there's no way I'm going to have feelings for her!" "Do not make promises you can not keep, Kamilah." Adrian sighed, running a hand over his face, tired. His eyes on the floor throughout that conversation, when he looked at Kamilah, there was a look of resignation on his face. A sad look, mixed with anger. Kamilah opened her mouth to argue, but then fell silent. "I... I'll stop trying. For now. For her,” he said decisively, Kamilah nodded.

"We still have an issue to address. The Ferals.” Kamilah said, reminding him that there were still hordes of ferals, created by Jameson and scattered throughout the city. "We have to deal with the rest, they are a threat. To the city and to us.” "I agree. I can deal with them,” Adrian said. Kamilah took a deep breath for what she was going to say, whether or not that had to be said, she had to discuss it with Adrian. "What is it?" He asked, noting the uncertainty on Kamilah's face. "I believe it's better, and safer... As long as we're dealing with the ferals, Mia stays with me at my house," she said, waiting perfectly for Adrian's confused and angry reply. "Absolutely not!" He said shaking his head. "Adrian, think about it. She's connected to me, I can protect her. If she's in my line of sight, I can keep her safe and prevent any harm from happening to her, that pursuit can last for months, maybe even years.” Kamilah said rationally, she knew that although Adrian denied it, he knew she was right. "No. Never. She can stay with me there. I can also keep her safe." "We both know this did not work out very well last time." Kamilah crossed her arms. Adrian bit his lips, running his hand through his hair, the frustration in his face evident. "You know nothing's gonna happen between us." "You two in the same bed?! Let's not discuss this, Mia will stay with me. I can take care of her.” He pointed to himself, angry. "I'm trying to talk to you civilly, but it seems like you do not understand, I have more voting power than you do. We're talking about my wife, after all." Adrian opened his mouth in disbelief, the apparent anger on his face. "The same girl you consider irresponsible and a bad influence. The wife that you do not nurture any kind of feelings. So do not try to pretend you care about her.” He said bitterly. "I swore I would take care of her, that I would be faithful, in joy and sorrow, until death do us part. You know me well enough, I take my promises very seriously. She is my wife, and she will be my wife until we find a way to undo what that monster did, which seems impossible.”

"What are you two arguing about now?" Mia appeared on the staircase, the weariness evident on her pale face, they both turned to her. "We were arguing about where you're staying," Kamilah said patiently. Mia walked downstairs, looking at both of them uncertainly. "I have a house, guys." She pointed as if it were obvious. Kamilah sighed with her hands on her waist, Adrian's face softened. "With the situation of the ferals, with our... Situation. Kamilah and I thought it might be safer for you to be a place where we can take care of you and protect you.” Adrian approached her, gently touching Mia's hand. "But, Lily..." "Lily, it's not an option for you," Kamilah said coldly. "And... what are the options?" Mia bit her lip, looking uncertainly at both of them. "You're more than welcome to come and live with me in my penthouse." Adrian smiled, passing security and comfort to her with that look. "You know... You know I'll always be there to take care of you." "Or... You can come live with me," Kamilah said quietly. Mia's eyes widened in surprise at the queen's. "With you?" She asked in surprise. Kamilah sighed. "Mia, listen. You and I... We're married now.” Kamilah said choosing her words carefully, noting that Adrian flinched at that. Mia looked at her shyly with interest and surprise in her face. "And we're connected, until we find a way to undo that, if we can do that, you're my responsibility. You're my wife, I have to protect you.” Mia noticed the rare vulnerability in Kamilah's voice. "I do not want to be a burden on you." "You will not be. I promise.” Kamilah shook her head.

Mia swallowed hard looking at the two vampires who looked at her expectantly, waiting for her answer. She turned to Adrian after a long moment, touching his hand. "You know how I feel about you, do not you?" She asked softly, Adrian nodded. "I loved every second that we both spent together, you'll always have a place in my heart Adrian. You know how I love you.” Kamilah looked away as she heard this, avoiding looking at that scene. "But... Kamilah, are my wife now." The sadness on Adrian's face was apparent. "We did what we had to do, and I do not regret doing what I did, you're alive after all." Mia gave a weak smile. "You do not love, Kamilah," Adrian said in anguish. "But that was a real marriage... That we both can not undo. And I promised, I promised I would be faithful to her. And right now, the right thing to do... It would be if we both lived together. Please, don’t make me choose between you and her.” Mia said with tears in her eyes. Adrian sighed.

“Why? Cause you’d choose her?” He asked almost crying with his eyes wet. "Yeah. I’d choose her.” Mia said unexpectedly, causing Kamilah to look at her intrigued. The girl was choosing her. Something she would never expected to hear from Mia.

“I understand. I think our relationship just ended.” He said sadly. "I'll give you both privacy," Kamilah said after a while as she watched the scene of exchanged glances between the two, she had to get away from that environment fast. The only thing that crossed her mind was to go to the balcony of Raines Corp, take a breath or feel the cool breeze of the night beating her face, it always relieved the eminent tension in her mood. She did not think she would find Lily, eating a sandwich in Adrian's private restaurant. "Heya." Lily smiled as she approached the counter. Kamilah immediately picked up a bottle of whiskey, filling her glass. "Whoa, geez... Things are worse than I thought." Lily commented watching her drink the glass in one turn.

“I have 2063 years old and I went through a lot of lovers, how many you can imagine.” Kamilah laughed bitterly. “They all died with the time and I went on, but in any moment of my life I would imagine that I would be married.” She said looking at her wedding band at her finger. “If we were back in my time at Egypt’s, I can swear things would be different.”

“Come on, Mia is not so bad, you know that. She’s brave, she cares a lot about people. If you give her a chance to meet her for real, you gonna see that.” Lily tried. "Mia hates me. Adrian hates me. I ruined the happiness of the happy couple. They just broke up downstairs, Adrian basically gave her a ultimatum and she choose me over him.” Kamilah filled her glass with whiskey again. "And all I was trying to do was save both of their lives."

“Oh, god. I can’t believe this is actually happening," Lily pointed out. "But... You and Mia are a couple now. You had to save the life of your best friend, and you ended up with a wife. And, admitting it, Mia is kind of hot and fucking smart, you know that.”

“I’m not interested in my best friend’s ex. Adrian would never forgive me if I fell for her. Which we both know there’s absolutely no chance of happening” Kamilah said angrily. “I’m the only one rational and responsible here, can not they both see that we have no other choice?" She filled her glass again with whiskey. "They're in love, usually people like that do not see the voice of reason," Lily said quietly. "So, what are you going to do?" "I believe... I believe the right thing to do would be to live as a couple. I mean, there's no other way to get rid of it, with her, I can make things right, I can make my home her home, take care of her, give a health plan. A good life for her, we both know she deserves it. She's young, I do not mean to arrest her, she can go out with anyone she wants, sleep with whomever she wants, but in the eyes of society, we can just... Pretend.” Kamilah shrugged and sipped her glass of whiskey. "You know, for someone who does not care about her, you really are willing to do that," Lily said with a smile. "How... how has she been going these last few months?" Kamilah asked. "She's kind cries sometimes," Lily admitted. "She's pretty stubborn to admit she's not satisfied with the situation, but she's not unhappy about her choice to save Adrian's life, she does not regret it, but just between us... About the situation being this way, I'm glad she has you to take care of her. I know you will not disappoint her. And, maybe you end up feeling something for her that you did not expect."

Kamilah looked at her with those words. What did Lily mean? "When can we go?" Mia's voice made them both look at her, standing between the doors of the restaurant, next to Adrian.

Mia and Lily’s apartment "Do not forget your sweaters!" Lily came out of Mia's closet carrying three sweaters in her hands as she helped the girl pack her bags. Kamilah waited patiently in the living room, reading her e-mails on her cell phone. "I do not know if all my clothes will fit in two suitcases," Mia said looking at her luggage on her bed. "I guess I'll have to come get the rest of my things later," she said contempltively. “I'll miss my bed though.” She touched the sheets.

“Kamilah’s house will make you forget this place really quickly, I’m telling you her place is huge and amazing as fuck, but I’m going to miss my best friend.” Lily said smiling.

“Own, Lils.” Mia opened her arms, hugging Lily tight. Lily wiped the tears from Mia’s face.

“Kamilah will take care of you. She may seems cold and difficult, but she’s nice, you know that.” Lily said. “I can’t believe you are actually married.” Lily laughed.

“I know, I know.” Mia wiped the rest of the tears with her sweater sleeve. “Neither do I. It’s so strange.” Mia shrugged. “Anyways, help me pack the rest, she will not be happy if we make this any longer.”

When the two finished packing Mia's things, they ran into Kamilah in the living room, who stood up gracefully, putting her cell phone in the pocket of her jacket, and elegantly placed between them.

"Is that all?" She asked, furrowing her face towards the suitcases.

"W-Well, there's still some things, but I can pick them up later," Mia said looking at that tall, beautiful woman in front of her. She had to stop stuttering every time Kamilah put those cold, brown eyes on her.

"Okay, then." Kamilah came over to retrieve the suitcases.

"Careful, it's heavy—" Mia tried to stop her, but Kamilah took both of them with ease and turned to the front door without saying another word. Mia and Lily exchanged glances.

"That was scary and sexy," Lily observed. Mia rolled her eyes. The two followed the vampire queen to the entrance of the apartment, Kamilah packed the suitcases with agility in the trunk of her Mercedes, and got into the car without another word. "If you need anything. Call me,” Lily said hugging her best friend again.

"I will." Mia smiled before getting into the car, intimidated to be in Kamilah's car. Lily put her head in the window.

"Drive safely, childrens," she said with a smile, Kamilah rolled her eyes, leaving Lily waving back. A few blocks ahead, Kamilah drove in silence, Mia curled up in the car seat, hugging herself, staring at the vehicle around her. She had never been in a car so elegant and big. Kamilah’s perfume was all over the place.

"Are you cold?" Kamilah asked looking at her of the corner of her eye.

"Just a little," she replied timidly. She saw Kamilah turn on the car heater. Seconds before she came sneezing.

"Are you feeling well? We can drop by the pharmacy,” Kamilah suggested.

"I'm... It's just that with all these experiments we've been through, I end up with low resistance. I caught the flu."

"And you let Adrian almost kill you today with that craziness ?! Very responsible of you, Mia.” Kamilah scolded her.

"What did you want me to do? Adrian was so excited that he had finally figured out a way to free both of us. I had to.”

"And now you're sick," Kamilah said.

"I'm fine." Mia rolled her eyes.

Despite Mia's complaints, Kamilah drove to the pharmacy to buy drugs and painkillers for her.

Kamilah’s penthouse

"Here we are." Kamilah said as the doors to her penthouse opened, she stepped in front of Mia, carrying her suitcases. Mia followed just behind, looking around that gigantic place. The young girl swallowed hard, discredited with that place, it was like being between modernity and antiquity, everything around her was so sophisticated, elegantly decorated and full of old and historical things. Mia took a few steps hesitantly, Kamilah left her keys on her key chain. It was all so open and black, she could see the buildings of New York through the glass walls, the view was beautiful, but it was impossible not to look at the decorative items of Kamilah's house. She watched the Egyptian objects on a glass table leaning against the wall, beneath an Italian painting of a Renaissance artist, which Mia remembered in her history lessons. She took another few steps, spotting a large leather couch near a black piano. Certainly there was much more of it, much more to see and explore, she knew it.

"... Mia?" Kamilah called out. Just then, she realized that Kamilah was talking to her and she was not paying attention.

"Uh?" She asked disoriented.

"I asked if you were hungry," Kamilah said as she pulled off her jacket.

"Oh no. I'm good.” Mia said quietly, her arms crossed, still looking around her shyly. “Thank you.”

"I think maybe I'm with low stockpile of human food at the moment, I was not ready for your arrival, but we can sort this out in the morning, I can ask Maria to go to the market and get what you want,” Kamilah said. She was always so practical... With everything. She take it as if everything could be solved with only a point of order.

"Who... Who is Maria?" Mia asked curiously.

"My maid," Kamilah said.

"And, she knows about... you?" Mia asked.

"Yes, but she is trustworthy. She's been with me for almost fifteen years. She comes two days a week to clean the place, so do not be surprised if you see her around here often,” Kamilah said. "Well, I'll introduce you to the house." Kamilah said walking ahead, Mia hurried to follow her. "It's your home now, which means you can do whatever you want, go wherever you want, eat whatever you want, any time you want, without the need to ask me." Kamilah went down a long corridor, soon her office appeared where—according to her, it was the place where she spent most of her time in the house, the library, the gym, the guest rooms... And finally the last room. Her bedroom. "This is my room. Our room.” She introduced. "Our?" Mia stepped inside, staring at the black-walled room, it was huge, in the center of the room was a king size bed with white sheets, a large rug, a closet on the right, and the other side of room was the bathroom. "Like... We're going to sleep... Together... In the same bed?" Mia pointed to the bed. Kamilah looked at her as if questioning her sanity. "Do not worry. I do not bite.” Kamilah said approaching her. “You can decorate as you please, but leave the bed. I like, it’s comfortable.” "That's not what I'm worried about." Mia swallowed hard looking at her. "I barely stay at home, so the bed will be practically yours. You can have the left side of the closet, I do not care.” Kamilah left Mia's suitcases on the bed. "So, what do you think?" She looked at the girl who was expressionless. "You have a hell of a home," Mia commented, taking an unexpected smile from Kamilah. "I'll take it as a compliment. I think you can handle yourself from now on.” Kamilah said.

“...Do you mind if I take a shower?" Mia asked, Kamilah turned to her with frowning brows and a grimace. "Uh... Right, this is my house now too." She said, Kamilah nodded.

“I need a drink.” She said leaving Mia alone in that huge room.

“Home sweet home, I guess.” Mia said quietly to herself with her hands on her waist.

After a long bath in Kamilah's bathtub, Mia finally finished packing, putting on a set of pajamas, a pair of shorts and a tank top, she wiped her blond hair and left the bathroom hesitantly. Everything in Kamilah's house was large, dazzling and charming. She was not accustomed to all this, and she doubted she would ever get used to it. This was her life now, living in a penthouse, living a life of luxury next to Kamilah, the vampire queen, CEO and best friend of Mia's ex-boyfriend. This could not be stranger and uncomfortable. She sighed, taking a deep breath before leaving the bathroom, at least the bath had helped to get that bad feeling out of her body, she took her medicine, and when she reached the living room, she came across Kamilah.

She was quiet and calm, playing on her piano a beautiful and sad melody. A glass of whiskey lay on top of the piano. Mia stopped to look at her, was anything that woman could not do without perfection? Kamilah's brown eyes rose from the keys and found hers, she felt her cheeks burn with Kamilah's warm gaze.

"You... You are really good at that," Mia complimented. The shadow of a smile appeared on Kamilah's face, Mia approached her, Kamilah's eyes never left her, Kamilah could not help, but notice the curves of the girl's body in those intimate clothes, the almost transparent shorts, the blouse with the cleavage marking her breasts. Her blond hair fell over her shoulders, messed up. She was really beautiful and attractive, there was no way to denying it.

The damn thought of throwing the girl in her bed and having her all night long disturbed her. She wondered what Mia's taste would be, her lips, what it would be like to kiss and bite that whole neck. To stare into those green eyes as she made the girl scream her name. At that moment, the queen cursed herself for that sudden desire to invade her conscious, Mia was the love of Adrian's life. And Adrian was her best friend, she could not have her.

"Thank you." She said taking her eyes off Mia, and focusing on the keys. "What is it?" Kamilah asked as she noticed the girl's uncomfortable behavior. "I know that look, you're thinking of something."

The blonde bit her rosy lips uneasily, putting a blonde wig behind her ear.

"... I have some conditions, for this between us to work." Mia forced herself to look into Kamilah's mesmerizing brown eyes. The vampire raised a perfect eyebrow in response, the curiosity killing her from within.

"Conditions?" Mia bit her lower lip.

"Requests," she corrected herself.

"Go ahead." Kamilah nodded. Mia took a deep breath before continuing.

"I need a job. I do not want to stand here doing nothing alI day. I can not work for Raines Corp after all that's happened.” Mia sighed. "... And I also do not want the men’s of your Clan following me around the city. I'm not used to it, I do not like it."

"I can think of the first suggestion, but the second is non-negotiable. They're protecting you."

"Kamilah ..." Mia shook her head. It was almost impossible to argue with Kamilah, her word was always final.

"Absolutely not." Kamilah stood, Mia drew back a few steps, startled by the sudden movement of the beautiful woman in front of her, where Kamilah approached her until she was inches from the girl's face. Those brown eyes studied her coolly, her face impassive, perfect.

"I'll try to clear things up for you." Kamilah began to speak in a quiet voice. "I did what I did to protect Adrian, not for you. For him. I could not care less about the life of another mortal. And it cost me a lot, including my friendship with him. You and I are married and connected, whether you like it or not, that is, we have roles to fulfill with each other in the eyes of society, you can think as an act. Adrian does not seem to understand, so I hope you understand, I'm not expecting your love, your affection, or anything like that, so do not wait back from me. You do not have to like me, much less I of you, if you fulfill your part of the agreement, that is to be my fake wife, you can have everything you could possibly want. I will fulfill with mine, and both we are satisfied. I’m a woman of word, Mia”

“This... This is a wedding, a relationship, not one of your contracts!” Mia argued, red faced.

“Yes, it is. It's just business, now you’re my associate, so don’t think about fail with me. Understood?” Kamilah said those final words like a hangman about to kill her new victim, she passed Mia silently and entered her office. A solitary tear trickled down the girl's face as she watched her life turn upside down.

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