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primroseparker · 2 years

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Hi there! I've had this idea stuck in my head for a while and I'd rather read it than write it lol -though I might write something myself eventually-

Reader strongly disliking physical touch from everyone but Steve, and him being completely oblivious to it. The rest of the friend group pointing it out and him refusing to believe them, so the whole lot decide to prove him wrong with some sort of masterplan. (Idiots in love am I right)

What do you think? Hope you have a great day xxx

The Only Exception || Steve Harrington x female!reader

Summary: Physical touch was something you despised, but as always, Steve’s touch was the only exception. When he refuses to believe that you actually hate the whole concept of it, the kids come up with a plan to prove him wrong.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: fluff, a tiny bit of angst, reader dislikes physical touch

A/N: I’m sorry it took so long for me to write it. It was difficult because I’m the complete opposite (big fan of physical touch), but I tried my best to implement it in the story. I hope you like it! Also, this is not based on the Paramore song “The Only Exception”, I just thought that the title would fit this story lmao

The warm and bright rays of sunshine slip through the curtains, shining directly on your face and awakening you from your unconscious state. You squeeze your eyes shut and turn to face the other side. A hand comes up to your face, its thumb caressing your cheek slowly. You open your eyes and are met with Steve’s sleepy gaze.

“Hey,” he whispers as he gives you a small smile.

“G’morning,” you murmur as you put your arms around his waist and hug him close. “How long have you been up for?”

“Not long, I was just waiting for you to wake up,” he says nuzzling against your neck. He leaves a trail of soft kisses all the way from your jaw to your collarbone.

“I missed you last night,” he continues.

“I’m sorry, I had to stay later than planned because this customer would just not shut up,” you groan as you remember the encounter. He pulls back to meet his gaze with yours.

“I mean, he just kept going on and on about how his son was going off the rails with this so-called ‘satanic’ D&D game, saying that he was worried he would turn out to be a cult member,” rubbing the sleep from your eyes and then raising your arms above your head to stretch.

“All I did was ask how he was doing, which is obviously a question that is asked clearly out of courtesy. I’m just a retail worker working minimum wage, not a therapist,” you scoff and roll your eyes in frustration.

He looks at you with an amused expression. He loved that you felt comfortable enough to rant about your feelings, knowing full well that you had trouble doing so with most people. But he also found it entertaining because of the way you told your stories.

“Don’t worry about it, dove. I’m just glad to wake up next to you,” he says, voice still raspy from sleep. He pulls you back into a hug and you close your eyes, letting the warmth from his touch embrace you like the world’s most comfortable blanket.

In the two months you and Steve had been dating, neither of you had discussed your love languages. He assumed yours was physical touch since you always welcomed his touch eagerly. Because of this, he never had a reason to think otherwise. But in reality, you were never one to favor physical closeness. Your childhood lacked the expression of love through touch because your parents were never affectionate with you, or with each other for that matter.

Before Steve, any kind of physical closeness would make you uncomfortable. However, having him that close would not only make you happy but calm. His hugs and kisses were like a breath of fresh air. It was something new and exciting, yet calming when you were stressed or low-spirited. Despite loving having him that close, his touch was the only one you tolerated. You, of course, were certain that his love language was physical touch; it was as clear as day and everyone knew it.

“Come on, let’s go get some breakfast so we can help set up for Dustin’s birthday party,” you say as you let go of Steve and sit up into a cross-legged position. He throws his arm over his face and sighs.

“Alright, just give me five more minutes of sleep and then I’ll get up to shower,” he mumbles into his arm.

“Five minutes will turn into ten, ten will turn into twenty, and next thing you know we’ll be an hour late, Steve”

“Fine,” he groans, “I’m getting up now.”

Your mouth quirks up at the corners with contentment. You love living with Steve. Moments of simple domestic bliss are your favorite, especially ones like these. Mornings with him are so soft. It is when you would let your guard down, allowing yourself to be who you really are, and it’s the same way for him. Uncrossing your legs, you give him a kiss on the forehead and get up from the bed. The two of you need to be at the Wheeler’s place soon to set up for the party, and if there’s one thing you dislike more than anything is being late.

“Stevie, you better be in the shower by the time I come back!” you shout as you head to the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of you. As much as you love Steve, mornings, when you had somewhere else to be, were not easy.

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“Happy birthday, Henderson,” Steve smiles as he embraces Dustin in a tight hug. The setup for the party had been pretty easy. All of the kids had offered to help make their friend’s birthday a special one, especially after everything that happened with the Upside Down.

“Thanks, man,” Dustin responds.

“You know, it would’ve been a hell of a lot easier if you had told us what you wanted as a present instead of having us guess,” Steve says while rolling his eyes.

Although he loved the kid, he hated trying to find a present that would be perfect to Dustin’s liking. It was incredibly stressful to him because he wanted it to be perfect. He wanted him to have a present that he would actually enjoy, something that Steve hadn’t experienced in his childhood as a result of his parent’s emotional negligence. Sure, they always provided him with anything he needed, but they never bothered to give him the attention and affection all childrens need. Every year, his parents would always give him money to buy whatever he wanted, even as a child. The thought that goes into buying a loved one something they want is much better than an envelope with a hundred bucks and a half-hearted congratulations.

“I’m sure I’ll love whatever you got me. Plus, where’s the fun in just telling you?”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, dude. It better be something you like, otherwise I’m making you bike to return it for something you actually like. I’m not wasting gas on that,” he grumbles. You give him a knowing smile, after all, you know him well enough to know that he was all bark and no bite. At least not when it came to the people he loved. It seemed like Dustin knew it too because he just chuckles at his remark.

“Happy birthday, Dustin,” you smile as you hand the young teen a blue envelope that contains a birthday card.

“Thanks, y/n!” he says much more enthusiastically. Suddenly, he wraps his arms around you, with your own pinned against your side. You become still as a statue, not knowing how to respond to his touch. Not wanting to hurt his feelings, you bring your right hand up to his back and give him a quick pat. He seems to get the hint because he drops his arms and gives you a slight smile.

“Steve, could you help me carry one of my new inventions? It’s in the garage and it’s just too heavy for me to carry it,” Dustin says.

“Sure, sure,” Steve responds. “Are you sure you’ll be okay on your own?” he says as he turns to you.

“I’m sure. I’ll go ask Mrs. Henderson if she needs help with anything,” you smile reassuringly.

“Alright,” he says, giving you a small peck on the cheek before turning on his heel to follow Dustin.

Dustin opens the door to the garage, finding the rest of his friends sitting on the floor playing a boardgame.

“What are you guys doing here?” Steve questions.

“Dustin’s mom got mad at us for yelling while playing the game. She told us to either tone it down or come to the garage. So, we decided to come here instead,” Lucas shrugs. “What are you doing here? I thought you would be hanging out with the others,” he adds. Steve assumes that by the others he means Robin, Jonathan, Nancy, and you.

“I was, but Henderson over here wanted me to help him carry something that was apparently too heavy for him. Which is bullshit because I know for a fact he would rather struggle to carry something than ask for my help.”

With that, he turns to look at Dustin. “So what’s going on, dude?” he questions, brow arched in suspicion.

“When were you going to tell me that y/n hates hugs?” Dustin asks.

“What are you talking about? She loves hugs,” he says, surprise crossing his face.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about. It sure would’ve been better if you had told me before I hugged her today.”

Steve shoots him a quizzical look and asks, “I seriously have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Everytime we hug her she either awkwardly stands very still with her arms pinned to her sides or just dodges the gesture altogether,” Max joins in, “I thought you knew that already.”

“You guys have no idea what you’re talking about,” Steve says.

“It’s true, last week when she helped me with my History homework, I tried to give her a hug but she just stook out her hand for a handshake instead,” Will reveals.

“And a few minutes ago she just stood very still and gave me a pat on the back while I gave her a hug,” Dustin adds.

“I think I would know if my girlfriend disliked physical touch,” Steve insists.

“You think we’re making it up? Fine, we’ll prove you wrong, Dingus,” Dustin fires back. He goes up to Mike and whispers something in his ear. Mike nods and turns to whisper the same thing in El’s ear.

“Let’s go,” Dustin says. The rest of the kids follow him, Steve trailing right behind them. They head to the living room, where you’re sitting on the couch reading your book.

“Hey, y/n,” Dustin greets you. You look from your novel, and smile at the kids.

“Hey,” you answer back.

“We just wanted to thank you for everything you have done for us. I mean, from helping us out with our English and History homework, to giving us rides to the arcade and helping decorate for my birthday party,” he continues.

“Yeah, and thanks for the relationship advice you gave us earlier this week,” Mike comments as he glances at El.

“There’s no need to thank me, I’m happy to help out however I can,” giving them a gentle smile.

“Can I give you a hug?” El asks shyly.

“Oh, uh, sure,” you mutter. You step forward in her direction and wrap your left arm around her shoulders for a brief second. When you step back, you give her a tight smile and put your hands in the pockets of your jacket.

“Are you okay, y/n?” Lucas asks.

“Of course,” you reply.

“Did I do something wrong? Was my hug that bad?” El asks you, a frown forming on her face.

“What? No, not at all. You’re a great hugger El” you quickly say.

“Or do you just don’t like us? Is that why you hate our hugs?” Dustin inquires, brows furrowed in worry.

“It’s not you guys, I promise. I’m just not that fond of physical touch,” you admit, an apologetic look on your face.

“What? All this time you’ve hated it and you couldn’t even tell me?” Steve asks, a hurtful look crossing his face.

“We’ll leave you two to talk,” Dustin says quietly. They all glance at each other in confusion, but Dustin nods towards the hallway that leads back to the garage. They exit the room, leaving the two of you in awkward silence.

“Does that mean that you’ve hated all of the kisses and hugs I’ve been giving you this entire time?” Steve asks, eyebrows lowered and pulled together.

You close the space that separates the two of you and bring your hands up to his face to softly cup his cheek.

“Baby, I’ve loved every single kiss and hug you have given me so far. Look, I know we’ve never discussed this, but physical touch doesn’t come easy to me. I mean, the kids just proved it,” you laugh humorlessly.

“My parents were never affectionate with me, so anything that involves touching other people makes me uncomfortable. I never thought that it would change, but then you came along and became my only exception,” you continue, “Trust me when I say that nothing makes me happier than feeling you close to me.”

“But why didn’t you say anything, dove?” he asks softly, tilting up your chin and cupping both of your cheeks. You take your hands off his face and hold his wrists instead, as if to keep his hands in place.

“It never came up. Plus, I didn’t want you to think that I hated your touch,” you answer in the same tone.

“I’m sorry for not saying anything,” you add.

“And I’m sorry for not noticing it sooner,” he responds.

“I guess we’re just two idiots in love, huh? Too blinded to see the obvious,” he chuckles.

“I guess we are,” you chuckle as well, standing on your toes to meet your lips with his.

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yankstrash · 1 year

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Seven Minutes In Heaven ~ Rutger McGroarty (x Fantilli sister)

Warnings: Making out, underage drinking

You felt a rush through your body as you downed your second drink of the night, already feeling slightly tipsy. The hockey team had just won a big game against Penn State, and were throwing a party to celebrate. Of course you were attending, being Luca and Adam Fantilli’s sister, you didn’t really have a choice. Not like you minded though, you loved to party and you loved your brothers teammates.

Well, most of them anyway.

Just as you were about to pour yourself another drink, you heard the familiar voice that you despised heavily behind you.

“You sure you can handle that much alcohol, Y/n?” You stopped what you were doing and rolled your eyes as you turned around to be met face to face with the one guy on the team you did not like.

Rutger. AKA, your brother's best friend.

“From what I’ve seen, you really can’t.” He said, shrugging his shoulders and grinning. “Stop acting like you know me and what I can handle.” You spat back as you turned back around to continue pouring your drink.

“I’m just saying, being a baby and all, maybe you should slow down.” He said, which caused you to stop what you were doing once again and whip back around. “Stop,” You began, pointing a finger at him. “Calling me that.”

You were over 2 years younger than Luca and 3 months younger than Adam, making you the baby. You hated when people brought it up, because you always felt like you were being compared to your brothers. Sure you weren’t a big time hockey star like them, but you were still your own person and deserved to be treated that way.

Rutger knew that, which is why he always picked on you for it.

You can’t even remember when or why you and Rutger started disliking each other, you just know it’s been this way since the start. You met him when you first got to UMich, and ever since the two of you have not gotten along.

You can’t ever remember a time where he was nice to you. Whether it be teasing you, making fun of you or just flat out being rude to you, you and Rutger have never had a friendly interaction with each other.

It’s not like you wanted it to be this way. He was best friends with both of your brothers and is with them 90% of the time. According to everyone else, Rutger is a nice guy who’s a lot of fun to be around. However, you are yet to see that side of him. And you’ve known him for almost a year now.

Along with all that, he is also insanely attractive. Not nice, sure, but hot as hell. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a little crush on Rutger when you first met, and sometimes you think you still do, but how could you with the way he treats you?

Rutger put his hands up in defense after you told him to stop calling you a baby. “Just looking out for my buddies' baby sister, that’s all.” He replied, smirking. Just as you were about to reboot, Luca walked up to you guys.

“Sup guys!” He said, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“I was trying to help Y/n with her alcohol intake, but she doesn’t want my help.” Rutger said, grinning at you.

“You are such a fucking-” You began to say, but your mouth was covered with Luca’s hand. “Okay! Let’s go over here, shall we Y/n?” He said, and ushered you away from Rutger, leaving him laughing at you in your tracks.

“Can you two ever not be arguing with each other?” Luca asked you once you stopped walking. You crossed your arms and said “It’s him not me.”

Your brother laughed as he shook his head. “Pretty sure you give it back 150%, Y/n/n.” You rolled your eyes and shrugged.

“You know, if you guys would stop arguing long enough to get to know each other you’d probably really like each other. You’re both a lot more similar than you think.” Luca started. You just rolled your eyes in response. “Plus, Rut’s a really good guy, I think he would actually be really good for you. And you for him.”

That comment almost made your eyes pop out of your head. Your brothers have always told their friends you were off limits.

Do the rules not apply to Rutger McGroarty?

“How many of my friends have I ever said that about?”

Guess not.

“It’s not going to happen, Lu.” You said.

Luca rolled his eyes and said, “You both need to get over yourselves.”

Before you could respond, Mark came over to you guys. “Hey we’re all playing a game in the living room, come on!” He said, and darted towards the living room.

You and Luca made your way over to where everyone was gathering. You all sat in a circle as you took a seat between Luca and Johnny. Rutger was right across from you, and when he caught your eye he sent you his signature smirk.

You rolled your eyes in response and broke eye contact. “What are we playing?” You asked to no one in particular.

“Truth or dare.” Ethan answered. Your face scrunched up at his answer. “What are we, 10?” You asked sarcastically.

“Oh c'mon Y/n, it’ll be fun!” Johnny said from next to you, nudging your arm. “Yeah, we play it a different way.” Gavin said from his spot.

“And what way is that?” You asked.

“You’re banned if you refuse any of the truths or dares.” Mark said.

“What?!” You asked in disbelief. “You guys aren’t serious.”

They were serious. Not one of the guys had a joking expression on their face.

“We are. Some freshman a few years ago refused to do his dare and we never let him back to another party again.” Keaton said.

“That’s ridiculous.” You said.

“Our house, our rules. Now, who wants to start?” Ethan said.

Multiple rounds of the game went by with the stupidest truths and dares you have ever heard. Finally, someone picked Rutger.

“Rut, truth or dare.” Grano asked him.

“Truth.”

“How many girls have you slept with since getting to UMich?”

There was a chorus of whistles from around the circle as all the boys were curious to know his answer.

For some reason, this question sent a pang to your chest. You didn’t want to hear his answer.

But why? Why did this question bother you?

“I need a refill.” You said before Rutger could answer the question. You quickly got up and made your way to the kitchen, thankfully missing his answer.

When you returned, Luca was finishing a dare.

“Okayyyy, hmmmm.” Your brother said as he looked around the circle. His eyes landed on you and he smirked.

“Y/n, truth or dare.” He asked you.

Fuck.

Your brothers already knew everything about you, besides everything you really didn’t want them knowing. Not trusting the questions they’d ask you, you went the alternate route.

“Dare.”

Luca looked at Adam, then at Johnny, then back at you before a huge smirk took over his face.

“I dare you to play seven minutes in heaven with Rutger.”

His response nearly stopped your heart.

If this was your brother's attempt at getting you and his best friend to get along, it was a low one. And one you did not want to participate in.

“Luca, no.” You said in all seriousness.

“Oh, is someone refusing a dare?” You heard Mark say and you shot him a death glare.

“Luca, that’s not even funny. Pick something else, or at least someone else for me to do that with.”

You truthfully had no interest in playing seven minutes in heaven with any of your brother's teammates, but at this point you were willing to do it with any of them as long as it wasn’t Rutger.

“Nope. You and Rutger. Go, now.” He said as he waved his hands to usher you away.

“What if I don’t agree to this?” Rutger finally spoke up from his spot across from you.

“Then you’re both banned.” Ethan said.

“WHAT?” You both yelled in unison.

“How is that fair? It’s Y/n’s dare, not mine.” Rutger asked, getting annoyed.

“Don’t care, you’re a part of it now. Now both of you get a move on it.” Ethan responded, pointing to the bathroom down the hall.

You turned to your brother and glared at him. “I hate you.”

He just laughed in response as you and Rutger both got up and made your way to the bathroom.

“See you in seven minutes!” Someone yelled as you closed the door behind you.

You sighed heavily as you and Rutger stood a couple feet away from each other in the tiny half bath.

“Thanks a lot.” He said.

“Me?! What did I do?! This was all my brother, not me, so don’t even try to put the blame on me.” You responded as you raised your voice.

You both stood in silence for another minute, but you couldn’t take it anymore. If you were going to be stuck in here with him, you were going to get answers.

“Maybe while we’re stuck in here together you could tell me why you’ve always been such a jerk to me.” You said.

Rutger looked at you like he didn’t know what you were talking about. “What do you mean?” He asked.

You looked at him in disbelief.

He could not be serious.

“What do you mean what do I mean? Rutger, ever since the day we met you’ve been nothing but mean to me. You always tease me, you always call me a baby, you always try to start an argument, and for WHAT? What did I ever do to you?” You asked, growing frustrated.

Rutger stayed silent for a moment, getting lost in his thoughts.

You took his silence as a sign that there was no real reason, and he just did not like you. You were over this, you couldn’t care less if the sophs banned you from parties at their house, you were leaving.

Just as you turned to leave, Rutger stopped you.

“Y/n, wait.” He said as he gently grabbed your wrist to turn you back around.

You snatched your wrist out of his grip as you waited for him to say something.

“It’s stupid.” Was all he said.

“I don’t care.” Rutger sighed as he said “You’re not going to believe me.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and looked at him. “Try me.”

Rutger sighed as he looked down at the ground. “It’s because I like you, Y/n.”

Your scowl immediately fell as the words came out of his mouth.

“What?” You asked.

“I like you, Y/n.” He started, as he looked up at you. “I’ve liked you since Luca and Adam introduced us.”

What?

“But, they’re my best friends. And you’re their baby sister.” He said, then immediately closed his mouth when he said it and saw the look on your face when he did.

“Sorry.” He said. For the first time ever, Rutger apologized for calling you that.

“I didn’t want Luca and Adam to hate me, so I just started being mean to you in an attempt to get over you.”

You were very taken aback. With every word that came out of his mouth, you were more and more shocked at his confessions.

“Teasing someone is a pretty shit way to try to get over them.” You said with a hint of sarcasm in your tone.

Rutger nodded and said “Yeah I know, and I am sorry. I never wanted to be mean to you or make you think I didn’t like you, Y/n. I just didn’t know what else to do.”

“And then Luca started telling me how he wished we got along because he could see us together, but it was already too late at that point. I figured you hated me and there was no coming back from that.” Rutger confessed.

“I’ve never hated you, Rutger.” You said, causing him to look at you. “Hate is a strong word.”

Rutger smiled at you and you returned the gesture.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a little crush on you too when we met.” You said.

Rutgers eyes widened as you admitted your crush. “Really?” He asked, grinning.

You rolled your eyes and said “Don’t get too excited, you almost ruined it by being mean to me.” “Almost?” He said, as he took a step towards you.

“Yes, almost. I’m forced to see you almost everyday, how could it have just gone away completely?” You said.

Rutger shook his head as he said, “I know mine didn’t. I never got over you, Y/n.”

You looked at him confused. “But what about the other girls?” You asked.

Rutger scrunched his eyebrows together as he asked, “What other girls?”

“The ones you slept with. Remember, Grano’s truth question?”

Rutger laughed as he shook his head. “Well, if you would’ve stuck around for the answer, you would’ve heard me say none. I haven’t been with any girls, Y/n.”

His answer shocked you. You figured he was off with a new girl every weekend and after every game.

“I didn’t think it would be fair to any of them since I was so into you.” He said.

Pardon?

“I am sorry though, about everything. I know it was a shitty way to go about things, and I apologize for that.”

You nodded as you gently smiled at him. “It’s okay. I’m sorry too, I was never the nicest to you either.” Rutger laughed at your response. “Yeah but I deserved it, you had no reason to be nice to me.”

At least he’s aware.

“So,” He began, as he took another step towards you. “Am I forgiven?” He asked, staring down at you.

You smirked up at him and said “Under one condition.” “Name it.”

“Stop calling me a baby. It really does piss me off.” You said.

Rutger moved one hand to the side of your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“Deal.” And with that, he closed the gap between the two of you.

Your lips moved in sync as you wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

The kiss deepened and grew more heated as Rutger turned you guys around so your back was against the bathroom counter. He moved his hands so they were under your thighs and lightly tapped them.

“Jump, baby.” He said against your lips as he pulled back slightly.

Out of force of habit from the past almost year, you moved your head back and glared at him.

“What?” Rutger asked, confused, before he caught on.

“Oh. OH! I’m sorry, I- I didn’t mean it like that I-” He stumbled over his words in an attempt to apologize.

You just laughed in response.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Y/n. I swear.” He said.

You laughed at him again and said “I know.” Before pulling him back to you and jumping like he asked so he could place you on the counter.

Your make out continued for a few more minutes before there was a loud bang on the door, causing you two to separate.

“TIME’S UP!” You heard someone yell.

You rolled your eyes at the loud and unexpected noise that caused you two to break apart.

“So…” Rutger said, smirking at you.

“So….” You said back.

“Are we good?” He asked.

You smiled widely at him. “We are good.”

You two connected your lips again before he helped you off the counter.

He turned and opened the bathroom door, signaling for you to walk out first.

“M’lady.” He said as you smiled and walked out.

Once you two returned to the group, there was yet another chorus of whistles and cheering going around.

“So, how was your seven minutes?” Luca asked.

You both looked at each other and glared, trying to hold back smiles.

“Terrible. Worst seven minutes of my life.” Rutger responded as you both went back to your spots in the circle.

You caught onto the sarcasm in his voice, you knew he was joking.

“Oh yeah? Your hair says differently Rut.” Johnny said as he motioned to Rutgers hair.

Rutgers hands immediately flew to the top of his head, fixing his messy hair.

Oops.

“That’s some nice lip gloss you got on too, Rutty. When did you get that?” Luca asked him teasingly.

Rut’s hands went from his hair to his lips as he wiped your lipgloss off of him.

Oops again!

“Gross, that’s my little sister.” Adam said.

Rutger shrugged. “This was your guy's idea.”

Let’s just say after that night, there was no more arguing between you and Rutger.

You still scowled at Rutger anytime he called you baby for the first few weeks, but he assured you it was a term of endearment, not a tease, and eventually you grew to love his everyday pet name for you.

Luca almost regretted his little plan to get the two of you together, seeing as now you two could not keep your hands off each other.

Oh well, it was his dare.

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・But Kaz saw his feelings as a weakness. He thought he was protecting you by keeping his distance

・It wasn’t until Jesper let something slip, which made you think Kaz might see you in a positive way.

Sitting on a chair and propping his legs on the table, Jesper didn’t even look at you when he said, “Oh he loves you-”

“He what??” Your response cut him off and the sharp-shooter smirked.

“Haven’t you noticed? He’s extra ... Kaz-like when you’re around.”

・From that moment on you thought about every interaction you’ve had with Kaz

・The tight-lipped responses, averting your gaze, but also giving you the easiest part of the jobs, making sure that you had extra protection ...

・You didn’t know it, but Kaz was making sure you were never directly in harms way

・You were never too far away from him

・And when the jobs were too risky, he would pull you out. You thought it was because you weren’t talented enough, but that wasn’t the case at all.

・It was starting to make sense now

𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚

・Shy around you, but will blurt out the most random fact? And it doesn’t have anything to do with the conversation

・Always able to spot you out in a crowd

・It’s like some sort of sixth sense, she’s just able to find you

・Uses her sun summoner powers to give you light whenever you need it

・And yeah she might show off a bit ...

・Laughs at all your jokes - even if they aren’t that funny. I guess you could call it pity laughing ...

・Her journals are full of drawings of you. Never shows anyone, and would die of embarrassment if anyone found out.

・Genya was the one to push her to talk to you

・Alina thinks she’ll scare you off with all the attention she’s getting. Everyone thinking she’s a Saint, being the one to tear down the fold, etc.

・So when you agreed to go on a date with her, she didn’t know what to say next.

𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢

・Amps up the charm, so on the outside he seems so suave, but on the inside he is literally buRNING WITH DESIRE

・Would give you endless gifts, that are extremely expensive

・Like his money advisor would be like “bruh where’s that $$$ gone?”

・Definitely the type to write secret admirer letters

・Always makes sure you have your favourite food. Either stocks it in your room, and says “I do this for all my ... friends” (lie, he doesn’t), or literally carries it on his person “just in case”

・Tolya and Tamar tell him to pursue you, but Nikolai feigns confusion

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the Prince says, shrugging his shoulders, pretending to read the map in front of him

“Liar,” they both laugh, shaking their heads.

・Okay so with it being very obvious that he has a crush on you, somehow you don’t ... see it?

・Your brain is like, ‘ This Prince of Ravka couldn’t possibly like me. I’m just imagining it.”

・But to be loyal to their captain, Tolya and Tamar keep their mouths shut (although they do try to see if you like him back - and of course you do?????)

𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐣

・You would have absolutely no clue

・So quiet, but somehow ... extra quiet around you?

・Watches you from afar to make sure you’re safe

・Has learned your routine, likes, dislikes and favourite things without saying a word to you

・Feels so protective over you. Kinda like Edward and Bella vibes. Like she thinks you would end up hurting yourself walking down the stairs (because she’s seen you do it)

・You’d notice her because one day you were followed home and she saved you from the thugs

・She introduced herself, as if she was a skilled bystander

・And from then on you kept ‘bumping’ into each other

・Because she knew all your favourite places

・Okay this is starting to sound a lil creepy, but we know Inej has only good intentions. And she would realise how creepy it was getting and stop doing it

・But then you’d notice that you see her less and get a bit sad

・So you seek her out and ask why you haven’t been seeing her as much

・And she kinda ... freezes because she thinks you caught onto her

“...work, you know?”

・You looked away for one second, turned back and she was gone

𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫

・Flirty Mcflirt pants x1000

・Walks up to you confidently, about to say the best pick up line, but then he completely stumbles over his words

・Complains to Inej about how he can be so charming with everyone else but he always messes up around you

・We know Jesper ‘falls in love easily’

・But with you it was different

・His feelings weren’t flimsy; like parchment in water. No, they felt stronger, like a seed in the earth.

・Somehow you became his first priority

・He found himself second-guessing his outfits-

“I’m not sure if I look ... fabulous? Inej, what do you thi- oh she’s gone.”

・But you always compliment him. And one of your compliments is worth a hundred from strangers

・Thinks you can do no wrong, like seriously. Thinks the sun shines out of your as-

“They did NOT do that. Well, if they did good on ‘em!”

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

・Longing looks from afar

・Never snappy with you, unlike interactions with other people

・Has memorised your every feature so he can imagine you before he goes to bed

・Would feel confused; is it infatuation? Just a fleeting crush? Lust?

・Or was it something more?

・His heartrenders notice his heart rate picking up whenever you’re around, “sir, are you okay?”

“Yes I’m fine, I’m fine-” he grumbles

・Sneaks you dessert after every meal. You thought he did this for every Grisha, until you asked Zoya how her dessert was one night and she looked at you like you were crazy

“Does that have a hidden meaning?”

“No...?”

・So it’s basically favouratism

・And vERY JEALOUS

・No man is allowed to be alone with you basically

・And no one is allowed to yell, hurt or speak to you in any sort of negative way at all

𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚

・Is absolutely shameless about it

・Gives the impression that she doesn’t care if you know about her feelings or not.

・But that’s not completely the case.

・Nina is sexually attracted to you - so she would try and pursue you on that front. But once she realised that there was a deeper attraction ... she knew she was fucked

・She’s a whirlwind to be around; constant fast-paced and witty banter

・Shares her food with you, and asks if you want to get food with her (it’s practically always waffles)

・Nina would approach you as another aquaintance - with her flirting. But what really showed her feelings was the food

・Nina didn’t just share food with anyone

・No, absolutely not.

・Only those that she cared very deeply about

・And she doesn’t just ask anyone to go get food with her; because eating is like a sacred experience...

・With the wrong company, it could completely ruin it

・So that’s why she always asks you

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐬

・Creates a friendship with you by asking about all your favourite things

・When he first met you, Matthias felt this warm giddy feeling inside

・He thought maybe it was a one off

・But every time you interacted, the same feeling occurred

・He’s quite slow with his advances. One might not even classify them as advances because he’s so ‘old school.’

・He’d be the type who likes to “go steady”

・Matthias is actually pretty good at explaining his emotions and thoughts

・So he’s quite understanding!

・Absolutely wholesome (once his misplaced hatred for Grisha isn’t there anymore...)

・Gentleman; opens doors for you, offers his arm, never lets someone talk over you. And this is before you’re in a relationship

・Never lets people speak negatively towards you or about you

・He has your back 24/7

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚

・Shy!!! But incredibly protective; will tailor someone to have pimples if they talk badly about you

・Tries to get the Darkling to pair you up on quests/tasks

・Mostly gazes at you from afar, sighing every 30 seconds in admiration

・Laughs the loudest whenever you make a joke (or say anything remotely funny) (and then someone nudges her arm, telling her to dial it down)

・Asks about “nonchalantly” with others, basically to see how you’re going. Because she’s too embarrassed to ask you

・Whenever she catches your eye, you give her a smile and her insides burst into butterflies

・Gets sad when you get put on missions that make you have to travel, she misses you dearly

・When her confidence builds, she tells you that whenever you’d need her tailoring skills, she’d be glad to help

・Would do that hand thing in Pride and Prejudice when Mr Darcy holds Elizabeth’s hand and when he’s walking away he like ... flexes it (it’s more romantic on screen, I promise)

・That’s how she’d be, but with only brushing her hand against yours

𝐌𝐚𝐥

・Tries his best to start conversations with you but they’re always so awkward, like he asks you about the weather? And small things like what your favourite colour is, what you think the best meal of the day is etc.

・You thought he was just doing it to be nice, to create some small talk...

・But little did you know this boy was falling HEAD over HEELS in love with you

・The first time he made you laugh, he nearly imploded.

・Your laugh was so refreshing...

・He didn’t think another person could give him so much happiness

・And being the source of your happiness was mind blowing to him. Hearing your laugh was like the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders

・Thinks about you day and night, fantasising about your life together. Where you would get married, what kind of house you’d live in, how many children etc.

・Literally already having names picked out for your kids

・And when you started talking to him ... as in initiating the conversations - he felt like a king

𝐙𝐨𝐲𝐚

・It was obvious that Zoya liked you - she was never as coldhearted like she was with everyone else

・Almost like she was constantly “going easy” on you

・And then when someone would point it out, she would be twice as mean

・Leaving you completely confused

・But once she ... settled? in her feelings, she started to change

・Like showing off in front of you

・I’m talking, actually asking, “are they looking?” before showing off

・Zoya makes sure no one is talking behind your back

・She will literally tear them to shreds if they insult you. And I’m not over emphasising - she would tear some down utterly and completely, if they messed with you.

・Thinks about you when she’s in bed, how she yearns for your arms to be wrapped around her

・Finds herself daydreaming about you, then snaps back to reality and pretends like nothing happened

・Blushes whenever you’re around, but her bravado turns up tenfold

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imjustavenuxwithaboomerang · 8 months

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i hate the sparks fly episode of mighty med

i truly do (there is a very lengthy rant under the cut, you have been warned)

1. i despise oliver's relationship advice: "you have to become friends first and then gradually transition into something more" like babes let's not promote going into friendships solely to date someone

2. spark is so toxic. kaz answered a call from his mother and she flipped out and it's mentioned in passing that she threatened kaz so he wouldn't break up with her.

i know that it's a kids show and that they don't want me to take it so seriously but young kids shouldn't grow up with abusive relationships being written like this in media (specifically if, like in mm, the abuser is treated as the true victim) or else they'll think that it's okay to be treated/treat others this way. kids are impressionable and they follow what they see (mm was more of a tween show but young kids could obviously still find a way to watch it)

3. and now on to the biggest problem i have with the episode, the entire episode treats kaz as the villain and spark as the victim. (villain could be a reach but the episode definitely doesn't treat kaz like he's in the right)

as i mentioned before spark was a toxic girlfriend (she also was low-key a love bomber but i'll move on) and kaz was visibly terrified of her. he had to get out of the relationship and because he thought she would kill him if he broke up with her, he faked his death (WHAT ELSE WAS HE SUPPOSED TO DO). spark finds out that he's not actually dead and powers up, kaz assumes that she's gonna kill him cause ya'know that's what she said she'd do, instead she starts crying and runs out of mighty med. now everyone is mad at kaz for lying to her and making her cry.

let's over simplify the entire situation:

boy asks girl out

girl accepts and takes the boy on a date

girl shows intense jealousy, attempting to destroy the boy's property in the process

boy starts to regret his decision to ask out the girl

boy later mentions the girl threatening to kill him if he attempts to break up with her

boy's friend minimizes the situation

boy decides to take drastic measures to escape the girl

boy's friend tries to guilt him into feeling bad about taking drastic measures and initially refuses to help his friend get out of an abusive relationship

boy has to blackmail his friend into helping

the drastic measure ends up not working and the girl gets angry at the boy

boy fears for his life and prepares to be hurt

girl then cries and spins the story around to make him seem like the problem

boy's friend tries to make the boy feel bad for making the girl cry

girl is heartbroken by the breakup and cannot function properly

boy's friend makes the boy rekindle the girl's broken heart so she can function again

boy ends up blaming himself for her heartbreak to no avail

boy's friend makes the girl feel better, dissing the boy in the process

girl can function again

girl disses the boy multiple times before leaving him and boy's friend

now that you've read all that...WHAT THE HELL???

kaz was so not in the wrong for faking his death, im sorry, he just wasn't

even if spark's threat was empty, kaz surely believed it and feared for his life. and oliver, who's supposed to be kaz' best friend was just gonna let him stay in an abusive relationship because spark's feelings could be hurt and it would be rude to lie to her.

if i were kaz, i would drop oliver right then and there and never talk to him again (them being terrible best friends is a rant for a different day) but i digress

also kaz having to take the blame for spark's heartbreak and apologize for hurting her feelings so she could fight nightstrike would be like if an abuser couldn't do their job as a police officer and the ex-partner had to publicly apologize for breaking up with them so they could capture some robbers

basically my final thoughts are:

i hate spark

im mad at oliver

and i stand with kaz

#mighty med #kaz mighty med #kaz mm #oliver mighty med #spark mighty med #the rant might be a little all over the place but hopefully the points still come across #kazimieras

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hannahhook7744 · 1 year

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Claudine Frollo Application revamped;

Trigger warnings; Child abuse, neglect, religious trauma, etc.

🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️

Name: Claudine Esther-Mary Frollo.

Known Aliases: The Mouse girl, the rat girl, the weird religious girl, the Belle girl, that weird Frollo girl, Crepe girl, Ms. Swabbie, She who does not make a sound, and Harriet's Swabbie.

Nicknames or Other: red, Mousey, the meek mouse, Classy, Leftie, the carrot top, Brainy, Dean, Essie, Einstein, Claudy, Dinny, Dina, Didi, Claw, Cherry, Bluey, Rosie, little Rose, Ruby, Brainiac, Beagle, mystery, Rusty, Scarlet, star girl, Spitfire, chatterbox, and Bookworm.

Do not ever call me angel or goddess.

Date of Birth or Best Guess: November 1st, eighteen to nineteen years ago.

Place of Birth: the isle of the lost on the second floor of Frollo's Creperie.

Favorite Color: Grey because it reminds me of my rat friend and it's neutral.

it also makes my father less angry and less likely to punish me—

Favorite Activity: can I put more than one? I've heard you can put more than one, so I'm going to do that. Sorry if it's wrong and impolite. I like baking, cooking, drawing, painting, listening to music, reading, doing experiments, oil painting, tie-dye, sewing, playing music, sailing, learning languages, learning, and reading/writing poetry.

Favorite School Subject; Home ec because it's one of the only classes I have other than my bible study classes. I'm home-schooled, so I don't know any other classes one would have.

Father's Name (or alias): Claude Frollo.

Mother's Name (or alias): I don't know. My father doesn't like to talk about her and made that very clear the one time I asked. I think she's dead.

Father's Profession: Owner of Frollo's Creperie.

Mother's Profession: She's dead so none.

Who is your favorite of the first wave of VKs? There is no wrong answer.

Evie, I guess. She seemed really nice and didn't treat me as if I was creepy like her friends did.

In your own words, tell us why you want to come to Auradon. There is no wrong answer.

There's no wrong answer? Then I'll be honest.

I want to come to Auradon because I can't stand living on the same island as my father. It might seem harsh but it's the truth and you wouldn't understand unless you were here.

Everyone knows how he treats me. Knows how he's trying to keep me dumb so I won't go exploring 'sinful' things that I have interest in like equal rights, science, art, and music. Knows that he works me halfway to death and punishes me harshly for everything—even things out of my control.

I am everything my father despises.

Red headed, female, left handed, feminist, etc. He hates everything about me and makes it clear every time he sees me.

I don't feel safe here. I fear for my life and the lives of those harboring me.

They may be stronger than me and him but he has more power than us.

More influence.

And that scares me. Please, you're all supposed to be good and sweet and kind and right. You're supposed to be heroes and save people. So, save me and the other kids of the isle.

Please. I'll be good.

I promise.

Please.

I'll do anything, just get me out of here before he kills me. I don't want to see hellfire. I don't want to go back to the closet or the flames. Please. Why did you let this happen? Why didn't you help us? What did we do wrong—

Signature:

Claudine Esther-Mary Frollo.

#disney descendants #descendants #melissa de la cruz #claudine descendants #descendants claudine #claudine frollo #disney descendants applications

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rizelcchi · 11 months

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Dialogue Prompts I Think of Before I Sleep

This is a repost from my threads on twitter! I don’t really recheck it because I write these in like... 2 AM. It’s mostly angst, and may includes yandere or dark themes too.

"I know everything about you, from what you like to eat, your preference in clothes, every person you've talked to, until the fact that you're supposed to be mine. Yet I also know that your heart belongs to someone else."

"I don't want to return to our happiest time. I want to spend each and every memories together with you. From the most painful until the sweetest moments, I want you to be always beside me."

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I keep telling you that, I always showed you that love of mine. Are love supposed to be this painful?"

"I loathe being lonely. I despised loneliness. And I also hated the way every time silence came, my mind wanders towards our memories together in the past."

"Don't leave me too. I can stand being avoided, I don't mind you hated me, I know you want me to disappear. But dear, don't leave me alone in this loneliness. Losing you is even more painful than death itself."

"This heart of mine belongs to you, and it'll always be yours for eternity."

A:"Why are you staring at me?" B:"I'm looking at my favorite thing in the world."

A:"What's this?" B:"Breakfast! I make it for you!" A:"Why is the detergent bottle beside the stove?"

"Every person has many different faces. For me, I have 3, the first is towards strangers, second is for those I'm close with, and the third is just for you."

"What is the use of love language when I'm going to do everything you need and want flawlessly while also accepting everything you're going to do or give to me with my whole heart?"

"I wonder how you'll look like when I die without ever saying "I love you" to you? Aah, it'll be the best revenge ever. I'll be patiently waiting for that day to come."

"Can I believe you'll be waiting for me until I come back?"

A:"people said that after 5 years of marriage it isn't love anymore, it just become a habit of them to be together." B:"Well those people are wrong. I love you. What do you want for dinner?"

"In this life, I'll fulfill all of your wish that I failed to do in my last life. This time, I'll give you the happiness that you deserved."

"It's because you're precious to me that I'm letting you go. Your wish is my commands, and your happiness has always been my happiness."

"We may be killing dragons and in a big journey of saving the world, but to be honest, if I have the chance, I would much preferred to live with you without any problems besides tending our little garden.”

"You called me with a thousand nicknames but never even once you've ever called me by my name."

"We started off as friends, and then we became lovers. The problem is, our feelings never changes, we saw each others merely as a friend, never more, never less. That 'love' everyone dreamed about never existed between us."

"We have everything in this world except time."

"Thank you for teaching me what is the meaning of love to this despised me. I love you."

"I know that you don't care about me, and that you'll never cry because of me. But at the very least, when I die, will you attend my funeral?"

"I don't deserve any happiness. I am a sinner. This hand of mine has taken countless things from others, my own sins are crushing me as we talk. Nevertheless, I'm still breathing, and this life is a punishment for me."

"I hope in the next time when you wake up, you won't be greeted by the sea of blood anymore. I sincerely wish that you'll live in the beautiful scenery, just like the flowers in those paintings."

"I'm sorry. Although you've done everything for me because of your love for me, I could only feel my guilt towards you. The everlasting pain from the one I love will never cease forever."

"There's a lot of mistakes someone could never avoid in their life, but my biggest mistake in this life is placing my trust in you."

"It's my fault… What's the use of this pain from regrets when I can't do anything about it anymore…"

"In spite of everything that had happened, in the end, I still love this world."

"Everything just turn to the same things before you come to my life and yet I wonder why everything feels so different now."

"To others, it may seems like a trivial matter, a simple one, if I must say. But for him, that "good bye" is his greatest nightmare."

"Her life depends on me. I could kill her if I want, anytime. She belongs to me, and I couldn't live without her. And so, I'll allow her to live for eternity to accompany me."

#fanfic #prompts #fic prompt #angst #fic ideas #ideas #writing #writing ideas #fanfiction #yandere #dark themes #romance #dialogue #angst prompt dialogue #fluff #angst ideas

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adelarsims · 1 year

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This is Zach, a bad guy with a good heart. Uni dropout, smarter than others think, and kinder than he tries to let on.

He's rude, swears a lot, has a short fuse but is crazy loyal to people he's close with, surprisingly nice to elders because he had a grandma that loved him and was kind to him even when he behaved like shit, and back then he wasn't always kind to her so now he feels bad about that, he's really good at math, makes arm jokes that make people uncomfortable, and his go-to playlist is actually softer than you'd expect.

He's 27 years old. Closeted bisexual slightly leaning towards men without really thinking of it more than of just a good friendship (he emotionally connects with guys easier and needs a bit more time to warm up to a girl), plus he's not really romantic in general to reflect on these feelings too much. His best idea of romance is sitting on a car trunk somewhere in the middle of nowhere and eating junk food together, trash talking each other, laughing loudly and bumping shoulders.

Zach trivia:

he despises people who pick on someone way smaller or only when they outnumber someone. pick someone your own size, assholes!

there was one shy guy in school who considered zach a kind person and his friend, despite zach being a troublemaker and constantly picking up fights, and despite the fact that they didn’t hang out and barely ever talked, because when this guy talked and others started to talk over him, zach yelled at them to shut the fuck up until the guy could finish the story.

he listens to music a lot but pays more attention to the rhythm than to lyrics. lyrics can be good or a complete trash and he will still listen to it just the same if the beat is right.

about arm jokes: like when he's asked what time is it by someone who doesn't know about his arm, and he lifts his left arm up, as if he’s going to look at the time, and says, “oh shit, i forgot my watch at home”. he also uses expressions with words "hand" or "arm" in them (like "i need a hand" or "it will cost me an arm and a leg") unnecessarily often, precisely because people usually awkwardly avoid using these words around him.

he also makes up all kinds of stories about how he lost his arm, like "the shark bit it right off while i was surfing in Sulani"

but at the same time, he hates when people recognize him by missing an arm, or pay too much attention, or it's the first thing they think about him. "yeah, yeah, no arm, alright. dude, it's not my whole fucking personality!"

unlike many of my other characters with their problematic family backgrounds, zach has very normal, average family that has its communication problems occasionally but in general is loving and supportive.

he’s a huge sweet tooth but doesn’t indulge too much around others because “sweets are girls' thing” yup he has some weird gender stereotypes like that. yeah, leave him with a few snickers bars unsupervised, and see how soon he'll start stuffing his face.

was a part of math competition team at school until he started hanging out with a bunch of good for nothing dudes, so he’s like smarty smart actually. even though not many ppl care to know about that.

he was really short until late teenage years and was very self conscious about that. he was afraid that he's gonna stay short forever and had sudden growth spurt only after 18.

his full name is, unsurprisingly, Zachary, but no one ever calls him that except for his mom when she's mad and he's in for an earful.

he's had commited (ish) relationships a couple times, but usually they tend to not last. he knows that he's "supposed" to have a girlfriend because everyone else does, but he doesn't know what exactly he's supposed to feel towards her, so he mostly treated his girlfriends like his bros, and girls weren't happy about that dynamic in a long run.

i'm not sure but i think he might be aromantic or somewhere close to aro spectrum. he doesn't really understand the appeal or feel the need for love talks and illogical romantic gestures, and they don't make him weak in his knees. and while he would probably want a solid relationship, for him it's more about partnership and having each other's back through thick and thin. oh, and ofc a lot of sex. he has pretty high sex drive.

he can whistle masterfully and likes songs with long whistle solo because he can whistle along and show off (like "wind of change", "other people" or this one whistle song from "kill bill").

#s:zachary #adelar shows imaginary people #adelar’s storytime #sims 4 character

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r7iverett · 5 months

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vent rant

mAN why do i feel guilty

I had a really good day today, got shit done, yet I feel guilty over saying “please don’t call me best friend”. Just 6 simple words are making me feel guilty for, what, sticking up for myself? Saying I’m uncomfortable with being called that by someone I don’t really like??

Oh, yeah, and I hate two people whose names are similar to mine!! One’s a fucking homophobe AND transphobe, the other one I wouldn’t be surprised if they were. And they’re both Christians. Nothing bad about being Christian, but they’re the “get Jesus and repent” kind. Man, I don’t know if I have religious trauma or what but I actually despise religious talk. Makes me wanna cry. I was in elementary when I was first shamed for believing in no god. ELEMENTARY. I was younger. Less mature. Less understanding of the world. And yet a fucking adult shamed me for believing in what I wanted. A full grown adult.

And now I’m put into a school full of Christians. And I’m the probably only atheist here. There may be one more but I’m not sure. But I feel like the only one. Luckily, I know someone who respects people who are gay and is Christian and doesn’t pressure it onto me 24/7. Because I hate people like that. I hate the person sitting next to me in TSA because they believe that gayness and being trans is wrong.

I hate the people sitting at the table next to me in ela because they’re so stupid and so immature. I hate my classmates in gateway because they’re so stupid to the point where they don’t know what basic reproduction is. They’re so fucking stupid. I hate them so much. I hate them. I hate my health class because people don’t ever listen or do anything except one person, and the people to the right of where I sit, except for one person because she’s actually smart, just don’t care. They don’t care about others. I hate the person who sits a bit ahead of me in health because they think my anger is funny. I hate everyone and anyone who thinks my anger is genuinely amusing. I hate it when people say “I understand you” and yet they don’t.

I hate everyone who says that. I hate anyone who says basic, negative human emotions are funny. How would you feel??? How would you feel if you were angry and people were laughing at you? How would you feel if people were pressuring something on you that you don’t believe in? How would you feel, hm? How would you feel if you were so emotional to the point where you isolate yourself for hours on end without other people’s voices and touch while you have a breakdown? How would you feel? And be honest, people! How would you feel?

People don’t understand. They don’t understand my brain. How I function. Funny how the only person who’s super super close to me (aka my mom) doesn’t understand my feelings. And yet people who I don’t interact as much with, such as one of my friends who’s present online but also an irl friend, understands me more than anything. Funny how my online friends get me more than my parents. My mom doesn’t understand anything. She says she’s the same way and yet she’s not. She’s compared sitting and standing once, saying they’re the same thing. /srs

I think my mom’s dense because they are, in fact, nkt the same thing. And I hate when she says “would you do this in class?”, because, NO. I WOULD NOT. But I’m doing it here, because it’s a non-public space, and no one can see me but myself, my brother and you. And I hate my dad, too. I don’t like him. I love my parents, but I don’t like my dad too much. I hate him more than I love him. He doesn’t believe someone can go by they/them pronouns, and as someone who prefers it when people refer to me with they/them online and partially irl, it makes me want to sob. He makes me feel like I’m pressured to shave. He doesn’t let me have headphones or my tablet at the table because he wants to “have a family dinner / lunch”. I wish you weren’t my dad sometimes. Because I don’t like you.

I feel like I’m too emotional. I cry too easily. I get angry too easily. And it doesn’t make it easier that I pressure myself. I pressure myself to get stuff done sometimes. I hate this. I hate my brain. Why must I do this to myself. And the only way I can relieve this hatred and sadness is either keeping it to myself or talking to people online about it.

I hate this. And I’m starting to hate me.

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cocobittiebites · 8 months

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Headcanons about the Main Four + Y/N (afab)

I just wanted to preface that this is just my Headcanons and all of this is for fun! If the characters seem ooc mind your buisness and let me live my delulu life. j/

Also for after having a convo with a friend of mine Y/N is gonna be specified at the top of post if their female, male or gender neutral presenting! Also I know Y/N is suppose to be a self insert but I lover writing personalities so heres some head canons that I have for her!

Kurapika

Always somehow smells like rain water and eucalyptus

Though he's tried to preserve as much of the traditions and customs of the kurta clan, he's slowly losing it as he goes deeper and deeper his attempt to avenge them.

Keeps a diary but is never consistent with it (sounds like his friendships)

Has the biggest rbf ever and no one is brave enough to point it out.

Absolutely despised fast food, would only eat it if it was the only option for him.

Has never kissed anyone on the lips in his life and most likely will never (sorry guys)

Has the best skin out of the whole group, he doesn't even do much its literally water and face wash

According to him his phone doesn't work, so he doesn't have Spotify to stream new artist (pls call your friend back). I do believe that he would listen to jazz and folk music.

Says he's above petty shit talking but once you get him going, he doesn't stop.

Up until he started wearing suits for his body guard job he use to hand sew his clothes.

Constantly forgets to get hair cuts and gets annoyed when his hair covers his face.

Doesn't respond to texts or calls. In the groupchat he just reads the messages and its rare that he shows up to the group hangouts

Leorio

Has a consistent smell of old spice and axe body spray

Has a thing against germs so he always has hand sanitizer on hand for whenever and wherever

Needs to be able to read something to learn it, thats why learning nen was hard for him. (apparently writing down knowelege is sacrilege in the hxh universe but whatever)

Hates modern art with a passion, all he sees are splotches of paint on a canvas with an overpriced tag attached to it.

I hate to say is girls, but he was not a feminist until Y/N beat the shit out of him for saying some bs analogy about locks and keys (if yk im sorry that yk). Would have definitly listened to one of those alpha male podcast. Kurapika almost broke his arm trying to hold Y/N back.

Has kissed one girl in his life, but it was BAD like real bad. He kept doing the kissy face (yk what I'm talking about) and gave the poor thing the ick.

Owns a planner yet never uses it.

Music taste is that of a middle aged father: Eagles, Alice Cooper, Chicago, Radio Head

The best gift giver and honestly the most thoughtful when it comes to his friends.

He'll listen to everyones problems. Honestly such a dad.

Biggest gossip, cannot shut his mouth to save his life

Killua

Smells like iron and burnt sage (grandpa zeno looks like he would be into that hippie shit ngl)

Wants to learn how to surf so bad but doesn't have the time

Y/N gave him a fidget spinner as a joke for his birthday, but he ended up loving it.

Only texts in the groupchat via meme reactions. Responds for both Gon and him because they're always together. Either way Leorio is just happy that someone is responding.

Is so judgmental on what you wear.

Thinks he's cool and edgy for listening to green day and panic! at the disco but really its what every twelve year old boy does.

Met Y/N before the rest of the group so now she's #number1trustedadult. This has caused her a lot of problems with the Zoldyck family, especially with Illumi.

Tried flirting with a girl once but in twelve year old boy fashion he ended up accidentally insulting her. He hasn't attempted to talk to a girl ever since.

Has ice cold skin, like touching it is like touching a corpse thats been stuck in the freezer

Bought purple shampoo for his hair because he noticed that the hard water in most places was discoloring his white hair.

Illumi has been blocked on everything except email, so every once in awhile he'll get random emails from Illumi's spam account.

Gon

Our sweet boy probably smells like salt water and wet forest

Has a wildlife analogy or story for every occasion

Killua has been trying to get him to change outfits, but he absolutely refuses to go into a department store after Aunt Mito lost him in one when he was younger.

Will eat absolutely anything edible.

Has a collection of stuffed animals from everywhere he and Killua have been.

He use to feed all the cats on the island. It gotten so bad that all the rodents on the island are nearly extinct because he's been keeping hundreds of felines alive.

The best swimmer out of everyone.

Does not have a specific type of music he likes but Killua got him to listen to the Weekend and they've bonded over that.

When he was younger he really wanted younger siblings because there weren't many kids on the island.

Has accidentally gotten high trying to eat a wild psychoactive plant on accident

Forgets he has a phone most of the time and when he texts back its mostly in emoji

Y/N

She probably smells like lemons and ink (you'll learn eventually)

A GIRLS GIRL (author would write her with the other female characters, however I feel like Y/N would have beef with them due to moral reason)

Like probably has thrown hands with Illumi in multiple occasions for saying that she would make a great Zoldyck house wife.

Really good at puzzles and anagrams.

Horrendously bad at math. Give her a problem more advanced than arithmetic and she's done for.

Has Aunt Mito on speed dial.

During the hunters exam she was paired up with Hisoka during the tower phase and lets say the two have a very (one-sided on Y/N's part) beef.

She's a specialist

got the ick from Chrollo for saying she's not like other girls

listens to all the sad girl artist: laufey, phoebe bridgers, taylor swift, lana del rey, fleetwood mac, e.t.c

Was a camp counselor for a few summers and made friendship bracelets for the whole group.

The only one in the group who has been to therapy (as she should).

Texts frequently in the groupchat, but is very bad at calling back.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #gon freecss #gon freccs #killua #killua zoldyck #chrollo #hisoka #leorio #leorio paladiknight #hxh kurapika #crack #hxh headcanons #kurapika kurta #kurta

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marielaa-usher-blog · 10 months

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The Idol season one

When this show was announced, I´ll have to admit that I was excited about it.

The Weeknd is one of my favorite artists in the world. I love his songs, you can really feel his emotions through his music and he has had a huge growth in the last couple of years.

I can say that he is a musical genius and I was excited to see him in a new phase as an actor and producer.

Today, I can say that I´m extremely disappointed with how the show turned out.

So, just like Fate, I will do the same as I did with Fate. I´m going to write what I liked and didn´t like.

There are some spoilers here.

First, let me tell you what this show is about.

Jocelyn is a pop star trying to go back to the top after having a breakdown after her mother died. While struggling with her mental health, she meets a nightclub owner called Tedros.

She and Tedros start a very toxic relationship and he also starts to help her with her music and career.

What I loved

My absolute favorite character is Leia. She´s the only sane person in the whole show. She´s Jocelyn´s best friend, manager, and business partner.

From the beginning, Leia is very cautious about Tedros. She doesn´t trust him, and when Jocelyn doesn´t listen to her warnings she goes to her management team to ask for help.

Leia fights back, she tries to get her friend away from Tedros and his weird sex cult but ends up failing and leaving her when she realized Jocelyn doesn´t want to be helped.

I really liked her character because her reactions are very genuine. She really feels like a good friend desperate to help Jocelyn. My heart broke every time they pushed her to the side and kept doing toxic crap.

I hated that her ending was just leaving Jocelyn because she realized everyone on her team was insane, especially since we don´t know what ended up happening to her.

She left and that´s the last thing we hear from her.

It´s a shame.

What I liked

Lily- Rose Depp didn´t shine as much as she could. She gave a really good performance as Jocelyn, there were a few moments when I really felt connected with her character.

Those few moments when she showed us a more complex side of Jocelyn were great. Jocelyn was so much more than just a trainwreck or a pop star. We find out that she was abused by her mother for many years while trying to make her a star.

We see her struggling with her feelings for her mother. How she despised her for the abuse but at the same time she loved her and missed her a lot after her death.

There´s one particular scene that really brought me to tears. Jocelyn is filming the music video for her comeback single and she´s struggling a lot to keep up.

Her outfit is cutting her, her feet are bleeding, and she´s on the floor trying to keep it together when she calls out for her mom. She does it without realizing it because after she reconnects with the world, she doesn´t remember doing it.

I cried so much during the scene because it felt so real. It really felt like I was watching a real person mourning the loss of someone she loved.

It´s a shame this show was so badly written because Jocelyn´s character had a lot of potential. The same goes for Lily´s acting.

I hope this opens more doors for her because she is way too good for a show this bad.

I don´t really know how to feel about Chloe. She´s not a bad character.

In fact, I would´ve put her on top of Leia´s character if her ending was different.

Chloe was a drug addict that was "saved" by Tedros because she has a really nice voice. It is mentioned that she might be underage but when don´t really find out.

It´s implied that she has a bad family life, and that´s why she found a new family with Tedros and his cult.

She and Jocelyn have a really nice bond, she becomes Jocelyn´s little sister. They trust each other and Jocelyn is very impressed with Chloe´s voice.

She´s a really nice and sweet girl. She´s like a pure soul trapped in a horrible adult world that she wasn´t ready to live in.

Like I said, her ending is what turned me down from loving her character but I´ll talk about that.

Probably one of the most anticipated roles in this show was Jennie´s.

We all know and love her from Blackpink. Here she plays Dyanne, Jocelyn´s backup dancer.

Dyanne proves to be very talented as a dancer and singer. After Jocelyn´s manager realizes that she might not be able to pull it off, they signed Dyanne to take Jocelyn´s place.

It´s crazy to me that they didn´t use this storyline more.

We see her recording the single and music video, and I really want to point out that we see her doing this but we don´t hear her version of the song.

We also find out that she has a "relationship" with Tedros and he was the one that asked her to bring Jocelyn to his club so they could meet.

She tells Jocelyn that she was going to release her single. After Jocelyn bounces back, her manager basically tells her that now that they have Jocelyn back on top they don´t need her anymore but leave the door open if she writes her own songs.

I don´t even know what to think about Dyanne because we barely know about her. It´s implied that Tedros was pimping her out or something like that but that goes nowhere.

She just goes from backup dancer to the main performer, to reject. That´s it, that´s her whole storyline.

It´s a waste of Jennie´s talent because she did perform very well as a dancer.

What I hated

For those who don´t know, this show was produced and directed by Sam Levinson. If you don´t know him, he´s the guy that did Euphoria...and it really shows.

The amount of sex scenes and nudity on this show is insane.

It´s freaking Wattpad fan fiction.

Most of the time it´s not even necessary. In the majority of scenes, we see Jocelyn she´s topless and they´re not even subtle about it.

There are scenes where her face isn´t even in focus but her nipples are. She´s laying on the bed, her face in the shadows but her breasts are lighted by the sun. She´s in the bathtub with Tedros, we barely see his upper body but one of her boobs is out of the water for the audience to see.

She also masturbates more than once while choking herself.

It´s the same with Chloe. She arrives at Jocelyn´s mansion and gets excited about the pool, she takes off all her clothes to swim. She gets out of the water and, in an incredibly ridiculous scene, starts playing the piano and singing completely naked.

She walks around the house topless and watches Tedros and Jocelyn having sex.

And same thing goes for the sex scenes.

Tedros has sex with Jocelyn all the time. In her room, on the side of her pool, in the car, inside a freaking changing room. He touches her, like fully masturbating her, in front of everyone while she´s recording a song.

I was so creeped out by it that I had to pause the show for a moment. The only person that was freaked out about was Leia, she just witnessed her best friend being assaulted by a creep but Izaak, another member of the sex cult, kept trying to tell her that was just the process Jocelyn needed.

At this point, you probably noticed that I keep calling Tedros´ group a sex cult. Well, that´s exactly what they are.

The show tries to portray it as a group of lost souls that are very talented and being sexy was their way of expressing their art. That´s a bunch of crap.

There´s a part where one executive of the record label points out how similar they are to Marilyn Manson and his cult. He nailed it. Are they talented? Absolutely but that doesn´t take away the fact that they are very disturbed people that need professional help, not a music contract.

Let´s talk about the characters.

Yet another very popular artist with an underwhelming character.

Xander is a useless character. He´s Jocelyn´s creative director and friend but his storyline was very confusing to me.

He supported Jocelyn but didn´t do anything to help her when she was being abused, he was outed by her mother, and for some reason, he stopped singing despite being talented and that was Jocelyn´s fault somehow. He was tortured by Tedros with a shock collar, then part of the cult, then falsely accused Jocelyn´s ex-boyfriend of raping a girl (that storyline was just thrown there BTW, it didn´t go anywhere), he sang again against Jocelyn´s wishes but then she was okay with it and made him part of her tour.

A complete mess. The story would´ve had the same ending without him in it.

Izaak was another character that I didn´t care much for. He had sex with Leia a couple of times but it felt like he was only doing that to manipulate her. He was just a weird sex object.

Most of his time on screen he was dancing half naked, he was also tortured with the shock collar, whenever he got a bit more dimensional it was cut by saying how much of a genius Tedros was.

He and Chloe are very talented singers, it´s understandable that they would´ve wanted them as recording artists but it was clear that they were very disturbed over the things they had to do for Tedros. Yet, their ending was being part of Jocelyn´s tour all happy.

Jocelyn´s team is the most useless team in the world. Even the ones we are supposed to think of as "the good guys" are bad.

Chaim and Destiny are supposed to be her support, they care for her as a person, not an artist but they just let Tedros take advantage of her. They know how bad he is, they know how much he´s damaging her, and they know he has a sex cult, but they do nothing about it until the end. Well, Chaim does.

Despite everything he did to all her new artists, Destiny brings him back to be with Jocelyn. Not like part of her team, as her boyfriend.

Plus, like I said again, they knew how disturbed Tedros´ cult members were and all they could think of was to make them stars.

In the last episode, we see the group presenting their songs to the label executive. They were literally acting like they were in a strip club and Chaim and Destiny were thinking how great they were and how they wanted to sell them as sexy.

Before I talk about The Weeknd´s character I want to talk about another character that I thought was useless.

Talia, a writer for Vanity Fair, was following Jocelyn for an article. I thought this was going to lead to some kind of reflection of Jocelyn as a character or show the public how much she struggled but nope. Talia was just used at the end as a tool for Chaim to reveal information about Tedros and get rid of him temporarily because, like I said, in one of the dumbest moves ever, Destiny brought him back.

Now, let´s talk about the man himself.

Let me start by saying that I don´t really understand what was he thinking. The Weeknd was also a producer for this show.

I don´t understand why he didn´t give himself a singing role.

We do hear some of his music in the background but he doesn´t sing on the show as his character which is weird to me.

He´s probably one of the most popular performers today. In fact, at the end of the show, we see Jocelyn having a concert in a huge and filled arena. When I first saw I wondered how they were able to stage a huge production like that until I saw the stage. That packed arena was one the Weeknd´s shows.

That´s how popular he is.

I also don´t get how he chose to have such a bad character.

Tedros is just a bad character. He has dialogues that tried to be deep and inspiring but he only sounds like an asshole.

His cult and Jocelyn keep trying to paint him as someone that brings creativity out of them but he´s just a drug addict that tortures them.

He literally beats Jocelyn up after she shared her abuse story, like I mentioned before, he assaulted her in front of everyone while she recorded a song, abused her staff, gave her drugs, and tortured Izaak and Xander with a shock collar.

His relationship with Jocelyn was also disturbing.

The best way I can describe it is as Christian Grey and Anastasia.

She was obsessed with him the moment they met, she instantly trusted him over everyone else.

I never understood why he was interested in her.

For a moment I thought he was into her for her money because it´s mentioned that he has money troubles but then we realize that he´s recruiting talented singers for his sex cult and to work in his nightclub but he always manipulated her with sex.

I think the show would´ve worked so much better without him. We had a really interesting story about a pop star struggling with her mental health being replaced by her dancer, attacked by the media, that was a winning formula but they decided to make it a literal adult show. Take out some dialogue and this is just soft porn.

I heard that the original director for this show, Amy Seimetz, was replaced by Sam after some disagreements especially with the vision for the show. Apparently, she wanted to give too much of a female perspective.

How I wished she stayed. The show might have worked better if we kept the female perspective instead.

That´s why this show is called The Idol. We should be focusing on Jocelyn and her struggles, she´s the Idol.

Not a creep with a sex cult.

#lily rose depp #the weeknd #the idol #hbo the idol #troye sivan #jennie

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teamgalacticfangirl · 1 year

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Why I Love and Hate Pokey Minch

When I play a game for the first time, I don't really look deeply into the storyline or over-analyze characters. However, having finished Earthbound recently, there is a character who really stood out to me and made me feel emotions I don't usually feel while playing a game. The character's name is Pokey Minch (or Porky Minch, if you're playing Mother 3. I'm just gonna call him Pokey because I haven't played Mother 3 yet).

So, why Pokey? Isn't he the character who betrayed the player? Yes, he is. In this essay, I will explain why Pokey really caught my attention and why I both love and despise him.

I did my first playthrough of Earthbound blind, meaning the story was not spoiled for me at all. As most Earthbound fans know, Pokey shows up in the first few minutes of the game, showing he's important. At first, I interpreted his personality as 'somewhat egotistical and cowardly, but kind at heart.' However, my view of him slowly shifted as the game progressed. In the Happy Happy Village, my interpretation changed to 'dishonest, rude, and a bit sadistic.' And, as time went on, I got an even more negative view of him, the end being 'a master of trickery, a liar, a sadist, a coward, and an extremely rude person.' How the heck did my perspective of him change so drastically across that single game? It's because HE changes drastically through the game, duh. But, seriously, I hated him at the end because of his betrayal and constant teasing and calling the player a 'loser.'

But I found it really disturbing that a 14-year-old boy like Pokey can turn change for the worse so quickly. I considered... WHY did he change? Let's see the words of Shigesato Itoi, the creator of Earthbound:

"Porky didn't have any friends, you know. So perhaps he'd always just been playing with Ness that whole time. Porky probably just became the way he did because his parents were so bad."

His parents were the reason he became evil. He didn't have any friends (except Ness, arguably). Even his own brother bullied him. In Mother 3, Pokey says the he wants to live to see everyone who doesn't like him dead. Oh, by the way, let's look at what he's become in Mother 3. I haven't played M3 yet, but I watched the battle with him on YouTube, and... dear God, look what he turned into. The 14-year-old boy who was the player's best friend in Earthbound is now insane and locked away in a capsule for all eternity.

Despite everything bad Pokey did, I can't help but feel really bad for him. He was abused and bullied (the Earthbound novel goes into more detail about the bullying) when he was still a relatively nice boy. He was hurt to the point where be basically became a sadistic nihilist who wanted everything gone. I think, in today's society, with all the bullying and abuse, there are children who are becoming like Pokey. That's awful.

And... there's one more reason why he turned evil. The worst reason, the one I dread talking about. The reason is the player. Yes. YOU, the player. In the encounter in Happy Happy Village in the English version, Pokey pretends to show remorse, but ends up tricking the player. However, in the Japanese version, he begs for them to be friends again and gets upset about Ness not speaking.

And this especially hits hard when you name Ness after yourself, as I did.

And, at this realization, I cried. I was part of the reason my best friend in this game had such a drastic change of heart for the worse. It's basically the game guilt tripping you.

But, wanna know what also hits hard when you name Ness after yourself? Pokey's betrayal.

He was your friend at the first of the game, then, at the end, he is the one who releases Giygas for you to fight. He even makes fun of the player at various times during the final boss battle.

And, again, this hits hard when you name Ness after yourself, because it makes it feel PERSONAL.

And that's how my complicated feelings towards Pokey came into existence. I love him for his complex character and the fact I can feel sympathy for him, but I hate him because of the betrayal and how personal it felt. I swear, a video game has never felt so... directed to me as Earthbound. Shigesato Itoi did a brilliant job making a character that I love and hate, that I can feel sympathy and disgust towards.

#earthbound #mother 3 #pokey minch #porky minch #essay #im sorry if my writing style is kinda messy

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wherewilligofromhere · 3 months

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lost

so i know i literally do not have a following on here at all but i am gonna kind of use it as a vent or a dump space right now, and if you see this and it resonates with you maybe consider staying? i know i dont post a lot but at times its because i feel like i literally have nothing to give that people dont already have or see in their own lives. i feel like the lack of originality has caught up with me. i despise the fact that the interent has shown every person every person. i hate that you have to break your back and bleed yourself try to inovate even a speck of originality. and everyone will come for you and try to prove you wrong.

anyways. thats slightly tangenty but ties into another point. i want friends. i have no friends. i used to crave a group of girls or some people i could catch up with at the cafe or the store. but its to the point where unless it was my partner, i have no one, not one person, i could pick up the phone and randomly call, with no warning, no real reason, and to just talk. i have literally no one. none. is that my fault? probably. but i feel like i weird people out, im too much for people, they think or are so different from me. i feel so isolated in a world where we all see aspects of eachother lives if we even glance at our phones.

i crave late night phone calls. imessage games. playing cards agains humanity, online or in person. i crave deep conversations, intellectual conversations, but i also crave those "girl listen up" conversations. i crave the connection that has left me every single time my entire life.

i look at everyone elses life online knowing my mediocresy and general offputting vibe would never be enough.

i am no ones best friend, and i have no best friend.

i get so scared leaving comments (yes COMMENTS!) on posts because what if im coming off the wrong way, what if this sounds weird, im being so fake, none of them are anything like you.

i cant communicate or reach out in discord servers.

my social anxiety (which at this point is just directly derivative of my ASD) prevents me from talking to others if theres even the chance they know im a human and im me. discord, comments, dms, compliments in class, let alone an offer to get coffee or head to the library to study.

i will never have late night on roof top parking garages with wine and music, surrounded by the people i love and who love me back.

i will never have days where we have been in the water so long all of our fingers are raisins, and we can run towards the towel with sandwichs and cocktails waiting for us.

how does one survive, being the most offputting and generaly confusing person in a room, yet the lonliest. the most deprived.

comment if you'd like, comment if this resonates, and comment to say hi. please. please please please dont be like me. talk. and it doesnt even have to be here. talk to people, leave that comment, send that dm, make that post.

#rant #yeah that was long and excessive im sorry thats probably why i have no friends to hahahah #im proud of you #friends #lonely #alone #no friends #isolated

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It Don't Have To Be Lonely (Being Alone) - CHAPTER 1

(Dick Grayson struggles with fathering a cat as he manages to also digest the behavior of his unsufferable neighbor. Or, when elementary school teacher Kory Anders moves next door to a complete and total prick.)

RATED: M WEBSITE: A03 NOTES: Hi everyone! It’s been such a long, long time since I last posted a fanfiction… Please, bear with me as I readjust my schedule. I want to start posting again and here is a little treat. Thank you my dearest readers, all of you, for the continued support. I apologize beforehand for any mistakes, as I do not have a beta and English is not my first language—I would appreciate if anyone would agree with being a beta for my upcoming works and chapters. I hope you enjoy this small introduction to the work! I want to post more on tumblr as time goes by... a shame that the show is ending soon and I didn’t show them love when I had more time :(

“This is ridiculous,” Dick grumbles. “Donna, I don’t need a cat.”

Donna snatches a cookie from the jar and sinks into the sofa across the room. “Because you are very aware of your needs,” she mutters.

“I can hear you.”

“Good.” Donna shrugs as the black kitten scratches the apartment’s brand-new window blinds. Dick observes humorlessly as the cat draws back at the sight of him.

"He's not a fan of me," Dick remarks wryly.

"That's okay," Donna says in response. "He'll get used to you eventually. I just got him from the shelter a few days ago,” she says, staring at the little furry animal as if he were the most precious being she has ever laid eyes on. “Well, I also have his sister at my house, too. I figured two would be too much for you to handle.”

“Donna—”

“Before you say anything about not wanting cats…”

“I don’t. I don’t need more inconveniences, let alone a pet—much less a CAT! Why on earth would I need a cat, Donna? Whose idea was this?”

Donna suppresses a giggle as he stands up from the sofa to the kitchen, opening the freezer. “You need something to cuddle with at night. You need a friend, a companion. And it was Roy’s.”

“… Offer declined. Thanks. I will kill that bastard.”

The cat stared at him and he waved. Not you, buddy.

“C’mon, Dick. Last month you messaged me after a terrible date, ranting about not feeling prepared to start a life with someone else. I understand that it hurts that you and Dawn didn’t work but it’s been… what, four years?”

“Three and a half,” he corrected.

“Three and a half! That’s a lifetime—for someone with a life, anyway. You are not getting any younger, Dick Grayson. You’re 33 and struggling with small talk.”

“I hate small talk.”

“That’s why you’re still single.”

“Oh, so this is what we are now? This is what you call ‘the emotional support friend to-do list’? Humilliation?”

She tries her best not to laugh at his face. “The thing is: Dawn moved on, you should too.”

“Can we please talk about something else?”

“So what? You’re going to sit there and mope, rant about how much you despise this situation while not attempting to live your own life?”

He shrugs. “Perhaps. Besides that—"

“I hate you.”

He disregards her statement and proceeds to the window, picking up the cat and equilibrating a beer with the other hand, “…Besides, pets are not permitted in this building.”

“Oh, don’t worry! I figured you’d say that, so I spoke to the landlord.”

“You… Wait, what?”

“Well, I told him cats are low-maintenance pets that can provide companionship and emotional support. Plus, cats can help reduce stress levels and provide a sense of comfort and security, which is precisely what you need.”

“So, you threatened him?”

“If that’s what you want to hear,” she closes the cookie jar and stands up. “Just… don’t worry, ok? As long as you don’t let him SEE the cat, it’s all good.”

“And what if he does?”

Donna inhales sharply. “ We’ll see. Maybe I’ll take him back.”

“I’m totally letting him see the cat, then.”

She shakes her head.

“I was thinking of the name Milo, you know. Since I named his sister Kida. God, I used to love that film as a teenager,” Donna remarked with a smile.

Donna Troy was, with no doubts, the person who was the closest to Dick’s heart after his parents—simply put, he adored her. They were childhood best friends and inseparable since. Weekly, she visited him.

“But seriously now, I have no time for this. I work full-time. You have to take him back.”

“Nice try, but now it’s too late, I can’t take him back,” she announces, heading to the exit.

He followed.

“Oi! You’re not leaving this cat here,” he insists, crowding her in the door frame. “You brought him, you keep him.”

“Um… I am actually,” Donna stops abruptly as if something else has caught her attention… or, alternatively, someone. He scowled at the vision.

In the opposite doorframe, a woman with dark skin and red hair smiles as she hugs a tall, muscular man. When she opens her eyes, her fulgurous smile dissipates.

Deep green eyes, like a dense forest.

Cheekbones sharp and strong.

Hell.

She wore a striped blue and yellow overall, unusual to her conventional floral dresses, her hair was pulled back on a ponytail with thick, long red waves bouncing.

She separates her body from the man’s and proceeds to stare at him with admiration, muttering something Dick can’t quite understand.

“Oh my... Who is she?” Donna inquires, low-toned.

Dick swallows and clears his throat. “I believe her name is… Corey? Coraline? Maybe Caroline. She seems sweet, but don’t buy it. She is as sharp as a blade.”

As if she can hear him, the woman gives him a firm look tinged with a scorn Donna apparently can’t see.

“She’s so hot, though”, Donna continued and Dick couldn’t help but make a face. What was it about this woman that nobody seemed to resist?

Not that he was any different, but he would never admit it.

When he first saw her at the corridors of the building, she was carrying a few moving boxes with the landlord, Mr. King, a 60-something man that couldn’t stop laughing about whatever story she was telling him. With a wide-open smile, she flashed her perfect white teeth and auburn-tinted, glossy and luscious lips. Awestruck, Dick collapsed face-first into the depths of her eyes… and the floor.

“Oh, no!” He heard her say, while swerving cardboard boxes, and he was surprised to see the motive of her concerns. She placed her warm palms in his shoulders, helping him off the boxes, while also saying a little prayer for whatever was damaged in the cardboard containers. Prayers that, seconds later, were proved unsuccessful.

She huffed. “It’s broken. My beautiful dessert china…”

Before lifting her gaze, the woman attempted to piece together the broken pieces of high-quality porcelain like a puzzle. “I’m sorry… where are my manners, huh?” she said with remorse. “Do you need any help?”

“I don’t think so,” Mr. King interrupted, approaching the scene and touching the woman’s arm. “He’s a big guy, aren’t you, Grayson?”

Motherfu—

“Yeah. Be more careful with your fragile items next time,” he said as he lifted off the ground and dismissed her gaze before dusting off his pants and walking away.

He did not know how to react, while he was ashamed of shamelessly staring at a stranger, he also did not know to react to her speaking directly to him. Suddenly, he felt like a teenager.

After that, he considered apologizing, because he couldn’t fade the vision of her face out of his mind—or the sound of her laughter out of his head… her gibbous green lenses staring at him with a mix of half-hearted concern and confusion.

Until he saw her yell at a poor old lady one day.

Open eyed and furious.

Sweet mouth spilling out pure venom.

Sweet mouth…

“Dick!” When Donna Calls, he realizes he hasn’t responded to her previous question. “What happened? Why were you staring at the poor girl like that? She seemed horrified with your attitude.”

He rolled his eyes. “You should get going. And please, take you little friend.”

“No.”

Troy stepped down the doorway, raising her brows and crossing her arms.

“I am leaving this cat outside that door the minute you step—” his statement was met with the loud bang of the door in his face.

“…away.”

Before he could interfere, she was already inside the elevator.

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

A hungry kitty and several protesting meows later, a milk bowl appeared in front of the unnamed cat. It stared for a few seconds before slurping it down. Dick watched with amusement as it nearly drowned in the process.

He opened the refrigerator that night, not sure of what to expect—Dick had no time to go grocery shopping in the previous weeks, which left him with two bottles of expired milk, tons of beers, tomato sauce and one dried sausage deplorably awaiting decomposition; luckily the convenience store was still open.

In the hallway back home, there was no sight of his mysterious, unpolite neighbor or the man who embraced her in his strong arms. His insides tightened at the thought.

Her manicured hands combed through the man’s short hair and her smile widened before she turned and shut the door.

He wondered if that was her boyfriend.

Why was he leaving? What were they doing?

Not that it was any of his concern, but the doubt still clung to his chest.

Dick decided to brush it off and went straight to the bedroom, locking the door behind him and leaving the cat to wonder about the new territory.

Before drifting to sleep, he texted Donna:

DG: [Donna, come get this cat, I am NOT joking!]

Seen.

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

“Mom…”

Kory turned slowly by the door and looked at the girl, surprised, a smile attempting to cross her lips.

Mom.

Rachel never calls her mom.

Not in a night without nightmares, anyway.

“Yes, honey?”

“When is uncle Conner visiting us again?” The seven year old drew herself into the purple blankets, covering part of her face.

“He just left,” Kory said, smiling. “…But soon, I hope. He’s a very busy man, you know?”

“But he said he’d always come on weekends. He promised to get me a unicorn!”

“That was three hours ago, Rachel,” she said softly, trying her best not to make the little girl sound unreasonable. “And I am sure he will bring you the most colorful unicorn.”

“With all the colors?”

“All of them. But you need a few more sleeps before that.”

“Fine.” The girl huffed and puffed before turning away, and when Kory assumed she had succumbed to weariness, she asked:

“Can we have a cat?”

“No, darling, we can’t. I told you the last time that cats are not allowed here.”

“But I saw one!”

Rachel exclaimed and sat up straight, turning the lights on. “I saw one. Today.”

Kory shook her head and knelt, smoothing her hands down the agitated girl’s arms. “Rach…”

“I saw one! Behind the grumpy man!”

“Who?”

Rachel rolled her eyes and pointed to the left wall, indicating Dick’s apartment.

Kory suspired. Of course it was him.

“Mommy will see it in the morning, ok? I promise.”

The little girl nodded and hugged her guardian, kissing her in the cheek before slipping below the covers again.

“Nighty night!”

Kory smiled. “Nighty night, baby.”

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For the anime ask: 6, 9, 14, 25

Thank you for the ask, friend!! (from this post) There might be some spoilers ahead, but that kind of comes with the territory for questions like these. Beware!

6. popular anime you didn’t like

Are you trying to get me killed, friend. Do you want to see the Meags dead in the ditch. (I jest. Only god can kill me, and only when I'm ready.)

Alright, I have to admit: I don't actually tend to really know what's popular. Sometimes I know, sometimes I'm like 'oh this is so good I bet everyone watches it' and no one else I know has heard of it, or sometimes everyone is like 'oh this show is so popular!!!' and I'm over here like 'whomst?'. Comes from not being allowed a internet or personal ipods/computers when I was younger, and our TV channels were limited. So, bear that in mind while I list my answers and my reasons.

Sword Art Online: Hate. Hate hate hate. Loathe. Kirito? More like Kiri-NO. He's so...bland. And annoying. And I just despise him. Couldn't watch the full thing. Don't like. Don't like at ALL.

Yugioh: I used to watch episodes here and there on 4KidsTV. I didn't like it. I did not like the art style and character designs and I didn't get what the big deal was about them battling with cards. And even now that I'm older, I could probably go and rewatch it, but I don't really want to. Just. No desire.

Kuroko's Basketball: Let me just first start by clarifying. I was actually interested in this anime at the start. But then they started making the sports actions out to be super-powers...and I didn't know at the time that Sports Anime is just Like That. So then I became more neutral about it. And then. It dragged. It dragged so much. Like, the plot got so slowed and I got so bored I ended up not finishing it. So, there were parts I did enjoy, and I really liked a lot of the characters, but I can't say I liked this anime overall.

Chobits: Idk. It's cute and all, but also I just didn't enjoy the main dude. I found him annoying. Also stopped watching this one part way through. That's just something I do. If I find it does not Spark Joy, I stop watching the show. Because I don't like to waste my time on shows I don't like.

9. favorite anime child

This is a toss-up between Somali from Somali and the Forest Spirit and Anya from SpyxFamily.

Anya is cute and funny. She's so relatable in a humourous way, and she really does try her best. She fails a lot, but then sometimes her failures inadvertently save the day. Plus, she has some of The Greatest facial expressions.

Somali is an innocent human child discovered by a Golem in a forest; in a time and place where humans are nearly extinct and are hunted down by Beasts and magical being. The Golem is trying to get Somali back to her own kind. Somali is a sweetheart. She does her best to follow the Golem's direction and she genuinely cares about him, and she calls him papa. Similar to Anya, she is just trying Her Best. In contrast to Anya, she is much more quiet and timid.

Honestly, I can't choose. Both girls are very sweet.

14. saddest anime you have ever watched

Ok, Honestly, I've probably watched a lot of anime with sad things, and bittersweet endings...it's hard to really choose One. But, that being said, I do have one that comes to mind. Take it with a grain of salt, though, because this is my opinion, and my opinion is subject to change at any point and time lol.

Corpse Party.

Yes, I know it's based on a video game. Yes, I know it's in the horror genre. I don't care, it is still sad. It is sad more than anything. Why is it sad? I don't know where to start. I'm not going to recount all the deaths, onscreen or offscreen, because that would take too long. The situation itself is bleak; students trapped in a ghostly school with all sorts of spirits after them to hurt them and rip them apart? Maybe it's sad because they're children? They're supposed to represent hope and light and the future, and they get stuck in this school and (literally) torn to shreds. Also. The littlest one dies. Which, is like, that is a Big Thing, ok. LIke, even in regular horror movies; there was a time where You Did Not kill off the children (yes, I know there are plenty of child deaths in horror now, but it is still one of the more disturbing aspects of those movies). Kids end up being the unlikely heroes. The ones who persevere and survive despite their innocence and trust in others, or maybe even *because* of it. (or they end up being the demons, but that's not relevant here).

So when that little girl gets tortured and murdered, After putting her trust in an older boy who said he would help her...it brings a huge wave of sadness. She was so helpless. She just wanted to find her big brother. She went from hopeful and trusting to Terrified, and then dead. (not to mention the ghost possessing the place to begin with is Also A Child)

25. anime you would recommend to someone who hates anime

I don't really know if I have one specific anime for people who hate anime. I don't think there's a catch-all that everyone would enjoy. And I don't really like pushing things on other people if they've indicated they don't like it.

If I were to recommend one, it would entirely depend on the person. If they're nice to me about it and they indicate they want to try anime, I would talk with them and find out their interests before recommending. Someone who loves romance might not wanna sit through One Punch Man, you know? So I'd take the time to figure out some actual suggestions that they might genuinely enjoy.

But.

If they're mean to me. Or talk down to me.

I'm gonna recommend they watch Boku no Pico with their Grandmother. 😀

#asks #responses #anime asks #personal opinions #kimium #Thanks for the ask #I had fun answering!#hope you enjoyed!!!#feel free to ask more if you want!#ask games

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Keris Veturia x Y/n(Kaylen)

I decided to give Y/n a name because I was tired of writing Y/n over and over. Oh and I have a wattpad where I have a book, my name is Codename_kidnextdoir

I fell in love with my best friend. One of Blackcliff’s coldest, in love.

I know I shouldn’t, the only place love will take me is a grave. I can’t tell her. Keris Veturia is also one of Blackcliff’s coldest, her father is also our commandant, they don’t get along at all. As a child she refused to take part in training and he whipped her everyday until she did. He killed my parents because I wouldn’t cooperate, he made me this way and I will never forgive him. Keris and I have been best friends ever since we were yearlings. Yearlings are the lowest ranking students at Blackcliff then it goes up to fivers then to cadets then skulls then senior skulls then once you graduate training you’re a ghost. Upon arriving at the school, students are given a tattoo on the back of their neck of Blackcliff's symbol, a four-sided black diamond with curved sides. Keris and I are ghosts, we graduated a year or so ago, this just goes to show how long we’ve been friends.

Most of Blackcliff calls us twins, not because of looks because we look nothing alike. Keris is 5 '7 with blonde hair and pale gray eyes which is where I got my nickname for her, my nickname for her is Slate seeing as slate is a shade of pale gray. She has a slim figure, she’s fit but not bulky. I on the other hand am 6’1 with black hair that is often in a wolf cut, I also have oak brown eyes which is where Keris gets her nickname for me, she calls me oak. I have more of a bulky build, 8 pack abs, sharp jaw-line, sharp v-line, and strong arms and legs, I take great pride in my body. They call us twins because of the fact you barely see one without the other, one gets into a fight so does the other, we always train together, and we’re always on missions together. We’re a duo, a packaged deal and everyone knows if you mess with one of us you get your ass beat by both of us.

It wasn’t until Keris was assigned on a mission without me that I realized how much I truly love her. How much I want her nowhere other than by my side, how much I missed her slate gray eyes, her perfect smile, pale skin that turns a cherry red when she’s cold, and how playfully angry she gets when I use her head as an armrest and remind her she’s a whopping 7 inches shorter than me. I didn’t really mind her on a solo but that’s the thing, it wasn’t a solo mission…She got paired up with Marcus, Blackcliff’s biggest asshole. Marcus has what you would call a god complex, he expects everyone to bow down to him and everything to revolve around him. I suspect that’s why he despises me, he knows I'm better than him and there’s nothing he can do about it. Worst of all he thinks he owns Keris. He thinks she belongs to him! I have witnessed numerous times where he tried to touch her, invite her to his quarters, and he and his twin brother have even cornered her once or twice. Each and every time I’ve witnessed these things I beat his ass which resulted in him in the infirmary and me getting publicly whipped for assault on a fellow ghost, do I regret it? No, even a bit. Keris hates his gut and I’m better than him. I’m faster, stronger, smarter, and hotter. He has this obsession with her, with my girl and I can’t stand it. I don’t trust him to protect her but I can’t do anything about it, orders are orders.

While Keris was gone I got stuck with training the yearlings, it wasn’t even anything fun just going over some basic fighting rules so they don’t trip over their own feet and impale themselves on their own blade. After a miserable day of teaching things that should be common sense I finally retired to my room. I let myself free of my clothed prison and hopped in the shower, washing twice, washing my hair, and washed up a third time before getting out and brushing my teeth. I hear my door open and close but I just ignored it and went on to brush my hair and wrapped it up in a towel. I’m not worried because the only people that come in my room are the commandant and Keris because the rest are scared of me. I washed my face, my skin is clear and soft. I walked out of the bathroom and was hit with a strong smell of roses which alarms me seeing as my scent is vanilla and raspberry, I take a sniff and relaxed when I smelt a faint strawberry, roses and strawberries, I smile “I missed you, Slate” I walked over to my dresser and put on some underwear, a sports bra, and a pair of black sweatpants

“I missed you too, Oak” Keris smiled and sat up on the bed

“How was your mission?” I asked brushing through my now simi-dry hair “I don’t have to kill Marcus do I?”

Keris laughed “As much as I would like to see that, I don’t want you to be punished for killing him”

“I would take a million punishments if it was for you” I said, finishing up my hair then walk over to sit next to her on my bed

“I know you would, Oak” She smiled, she ran her fingers through my hair. I hum and lay in her lap, she knows how much I adore her playing in my hair

“Slate?”

“Yeah?”

“I know you didn’t hop ya ass in my bed without cleaning up after your mission” I look at her

“I was excited to see you!” She defended

“Go get ya stank ass in the shower!” I laughed and hit her with a pillow

Keris laughed with me “Ok ok” she took a towel and walked into my bathroom, I heard the shower start and I lay down where she was, turning to smell the pillow. It smelled like her, it’s addictive, I want her. Keris came back about 30 minutes later, she dried off and put on some of my sweatpants and one of my hoodies then crawled into bed next to me “Wanna watch scream?” Keris suggested, she loves horror movies. I nodded and turned it on, and we fell asleep watching the movie with her head on my chest.

The next morning Keris and I were up at 7am as usual. We were already washed and dressed in our training gear. We walked into training yard 1, together as always and as always it immediately got silent as soon as we were spotted. Yes there was more than 1 training yard, Blackcliff was huge. We went on with training, as always I beat Keris, It wasn’t because she wasn’t good because she was, she was amazing, one of Blackcliff’s best as well as me. It was because she always plays from one book, Blackcliff’s book but not everyone is going to play from the same book. I win because I play from more than one book, I play from all of them. We sensed a presence

“Something we can help you with?” I asked

“You both were summoned by the commandant” The messenger boy spoke, refusing to look at either of us

I backhanded him, sending him tumbling to the ground “You look at us when speaking, understand?”

“Understood ma’am” He whimpered

I nod “Good, off you go” I said and he ran off. I began walking to the commandant’s office and Keris followed. We stopped in front of the door and I knocked sharply 3 times, soon after we heard a booming voice telling us to enter. As soon as we closed the door we fell into a deep bow “Commandant” we said in unison

“King, Venturia, I have a mission for you. There is a scholar boy making serric steel, your job is to kill him and his close confidant, his sister. I want his notebook and proof of his death.”

“Of course, commandant” We said in unison

“You set off in 20 minutes” He gives us a paper with all the boy’s information on it “You’re dismissed”

We took another low bow and walked back to our quarters. Alone in my room I slip out of my training gear “The field of battle is my temple” I slid on my mission armor “The swordpoint is my priest” I gently put on my mask “The dance of death is my prayer” I slid my scims onto my back “The killing blow is my release” I repeated to some mantra I always have since I was 14. I know my skills come from years and years of training but it was the last thing my father said to me so I rely on that mantra. Keris walks in

“You ready, Oak?” She asked me

“Of course, Slate” I pat her back and walk out

Keris followed behind me and we hopped on our steeds and took off to the village. The ride was silent aside from the horse hooves connecting with the gravel below, that was until Keris broke the silence

“Do you ever get tired of it?” She asked quietly

I know what she was talking about, she was talking about the killing, the being forced to execute the empire's will. I hate it, I really do but I have to keep up the act because Blackcliff academy is like sharks and splashing as soon as I make even the slightest ripple of weakness they’ll circle me and eat me alive. That’s the same reason no one can know I’m in love with my best friend, they’ll use her to get to me, they’ll kill her to force me back into submission.

“I do…It may not seem like it but I do” I said keeping my eyes forward

“So why do you continue? It’s not like you’re afraid to die” She looks at me, feeling her eyes on me, I look at her

“I do it for you. I stay because I know if I die you’re going to end up with a partner that won’t protect you, that won’t hesitate to put your life at risk to save their own ass, that’s why I hated when the commandant partnered you with Marcus” I take a breath and turn my eyes back straight “Everything I do is for you” I hear her suck in a breath as her eyes linger on me

“Kaylen” She calls me

She called me Kaylen not Oak, she only uses my real name when she’s mad or when the conversation is about to get deep, I know from her tone of voice that she wasn’t mad which means this conversation was about the to get deep, It can get deep, if it does I might tell her I love her

“We’re here” I say partly to avoid this conversation but mostly because we were here, right outside of the village, I look at the information “Ok looks like his house has a skylight. We’ll run the rooftops and drop through the skylight. You take care of the sister, I’ll take the brother” I hopped off my horse and helped Keris off her’s, I noticed the solemn look on her face “Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon. Always victorious” I brush her cheek

“Always victorious” She gives me a hug

I smile and find my way onto a rooftop, Keris follows me up and we take off towards the house, slicing through the air like the swords on our backs. Soon we’re moving so fast it feels as if we are standing still, making not a sound, and not a single roof tile was disturbed. After a minute or so we perch on the rooftop of the house next to the target’s, first I assess the house making sure renovations were made. Flat rooftop, two windows on each side of the house, it was made out of bricks, and of course the skylight, everything was accounted for. Next I made sure the target’s were inside

“Targets are inside” I look at Keris and nod “Come” I said

Keris and I jumped the gap and landed silently, it was roughly a 5 foot gap. I take my window cutter and cut a hole, using the suction attachment to quietly lift it up. Keris drops through as flawlessly landed on the carpet, she was perfection. I shook off the thought and dropped in…not a creek, amazing. We split up, creeping into the family room silently. I pulled out my side blade or dagger, whatever you want to call it. I kicked the back of the scholar boy’s knees and held the blade firmly to his throat. He tried to fight back, I pushed the blade farther into his neck, drawing a little blood.

“One wrong move and your jugular is on the ground along with your sister’s heart” I said

“Ok ok just don’t hurt her” He pleaded

“You make serric steel” I said knowing he would deny it “Where’s the book”

He hesitates, looking at his sister debating whether or not he wanted to lie “I don’t know what book you’re on about”

“That’s about what I was expecting” I said and started looking around. Coffee table is clear, desk is clear, bookshelf is cle- wait the bookshelf is arranged in alphabetical order yet there’s a D in the A section, pun intended…The boy’s name is Darin

“Slate, grab that book, the only D in the A’s” I grip the boy’s hair, keeping a tight grip on him

Keris let’s go of the sister and takes the book of the shelf looking through it “This is it” she said’

The sister runs over to Keris ready to punch, Keris turns quickly and stabs her in the side, she falls gripping where the dagger was just in her

“NO!” Darin struggled in my grip but I kept a tight grip “You said you wouldn’t hurt her!”

“I never said that” I held his head up “Kill her” I looked at my girl

Keris slowly runs her blade across her throat, I see the tears run down the boy’s cheek, sliding my dagger across his throat, feeling the thick blood trickle down the back of my hand, I see his crimson liquid coat my blade. I sigh and wipe off my dagger, holstering it. Step….Step. Someone’s behind me but Keris is in front of me. I pull my scim from my back and turn around, slicing their chest before impaling them through the heart, they dropped to knees, damn…It was their mother. Why did she have to walk in, just why. I pull my sword out, she’s bleeding out, dying and there’s nothing I can do to save, by the time I get her to a healer she’ll be dead and I don’t have the things I need to save her on my person. I drop to my knees, hand covered in blood and shaking, I place a hand on her cheek, she’s struggling to keep her eyes open, struggling to breathe, I see the blood spilling out of her, dripping from the corner of her mouth.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to, you weren’t supposed to be here” I rambled out

She lays her hand over mine “It’s okay, dear” she smiled

She smiled at me…I killed her children and she is about to die by my hand, I signed her name in my deathnote yet she’s smiling at me.

“Let me see your face, dear” She said

I was confused but reached to take off my mask, Keris grabbed my hand giving me the “Are you sure about this?” look, I nod and remove my mask, my oak brown eyes peering into her deep blue ones

“You’re beautiful” She said, tracing her thumb over my defined jawline “Your soul is pure, keep your soul. You are a torch in the night, you’ll shine. There is hope in life” she told me before the life drained from her eyes, I can’t leave her on the floor. I pick her up and laid her on the couch before putting my mask back on

“Let’s go, Slate” I said after getting proof of the boy’s death

Keris and I soon arrived back in Blackcliff academy, we walk up to the commandant’s office, I knock 3 times sharply hearing an “Enter” we walk in and fall into a low bow

“Is it complete?” He asked

“Yes commandant” I sit the notebook on his desk as well as handing him a sack “Darin’s book and proof of death, sir”

He looks through the book and nods in approval then opens the sack and grins, he dumps the contents of the sack on the floor, Keris and I keep our eyes forward already knowing what is was…Darin’s head, his other body parts didn't have anything identifiable, no tattoos nor piercing, no scars nor birthmarks, nothing. His head was the last resort.

“Amazing job you two. You’re dismissed” He said

We took a low bow and walked out, we went to our quarters then an hour later Keris walked in my room, just like me, freshly showered. I was looking at my lap thinking about the mother, she reminded me of my mom, always forgiving, though she was dying by my hand she forgave me, smiled at me, and called me beautiful

“Get out of your head, it wasn’t your fault. Everyone knows not to sneak up on a ghost” Keris runs her hand through my hair

“It doesn’t matter who’s fault it was, her blood is on my hands” I say quietly, it’s getting hard to breathe, Black dots cloud my vision, the sounds around me start to get drowned out by a loud buzzing in my ears, my hands go numb, and my heart feels like it’s going to break out of my rib cage and run away. I couldn’t feel anything. Suddenly I could breath, soon I regained my vision, when my eyes came back into focus I see Keris pulling away from my face

“What did you do?” I asked

“I kissed you. You were having a panic attack and sometimes to stop a panic attack you need to hold your breath so when I kissed you you he-” She rambled on

“I held my breath” I finished her sentence

I looked at her, fuck it I want her, I want her to be mine and mine only. I place one hand on her cheek, the other on her waist

“What are you doing?” Keris said, I can hear her breathing start to lag

“Keris, I love you, I want you to be mine, I don’t want to meet a day where you aren’t by my side, I can’t fathom life without you. I don’t want you by anyone’s else’s side beside mine” I spoke softly

Keris stares at me, this is the only time I can’t tell what she’s thinking and it scares me. I was about to pull away from her but she pulls my shirt, I look at her, she’s smiling at me, her smile is beautiful it makes my heart flutter

“I thought I was the only one feeling it” She kisses me

This kiss is different from the one she used to pull me from my mental prison. In this one she’s showing her love for me. I can feel her love, gratitude, and possessiveness, I can feel how much she cherishes and admires and treasures me. She poured it all into this kiss so I do the same, I put it all into this kiss, my years and years of love, my admiration, all of it. After a minute or two we needed to breathe so we pulled away with smiles

“Keris, You are my temple.

You are my priest.

You are my prayer.

You are my release”

“I have never love that mantra more than I do right now” She throws her arms around my neck, her smile never leaving “I love you, Oak”

“I love you too, Slate”

With those words we set our fate with a kiss. All of the fight and killing… It didn’t matter anymore because I had her, she had me. We completed each other.

Keris Venturia was mine…….Suck it Marcus! Ahahaha, see you guys later, I'm taking MY girl on a date.

God damn it feels good to finally say that.

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