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animehideout · 4 months

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LOVE IS THE MOST TWISTED CURSE OF THEM ALL

PART TWO.

Read part 1 here.

Read part 3 here

Gojo Satoru x Fem! reader.

a/n: I hope you enjoy this part, in the next parts things will get more exciting and heated so stay updated..

warnings: At some point this story will contain SMUT parts.

words count: 1127.

You awoke to a pounding headache, your phone ringing none stop. You had trouble sleeping at night, the house was spacious and it felt really cold and empty.

"Shit, it's already 10 am," you muttered upon realizing the time.

Picking up the phone, you anticipated the caller is your nosy cousin.

"Morning," you greeted, met with her enthusiastic response. "Everything okay? Why'd you call?"

"Come on, spill! Did the curse break?" she asked.

With a sigh, you knew this was none of her fucking business.

"No. You know it takes time, right? It's gradual."

"Ah, how was it, then?" she inquired.

"How was what?" you raised an eyebrow, already prepared for her persistent questioning.

“Having sex with the famous Gojo Satoru?”

Your eyes widened, and your heart raced. Should you lie? He didn't touch you he hadn't even stayed the night.

"G-good," you lied, "Gotta go now," you added, ending the call with a flush on your face.

You'd always fantasized about your first time, picturing a softly lit bedroom, under the touch of your lover, while making love passionately. But, all those dreams shattered the moment you married Satoru. Neither of you had any intention in touching each other.

You stretched out of bed to prepare breakfast "Am I gonna live like this forever?”

•At Jujutsu High•

"Oh, Gojo-sensei! What brings you here?" asked Yuji.

"Huh? Teaching!" Gojo replied, putting his blindfold on.

"But you just got married," Yuji remarked.

Gojo patted Yuji's head and smiled, "Then who's going to teach my precious students if I'm not here?"

"Oh, about that, Principal Yaga said Mei Mei and Utahime-sensei will handle it."

"Hah? No!"

"Bothered, Gojo Satoru?" Mei Mei said in a seductive tone as she approached.

"Shouldn't you be next to your wife? Snuggling?" she teased.

"And let you teach my students? Oh no."

"Utahime, you're here! See, Gojo left his wife all alone in bed just to teach."

"I give it to you, Gojo. You're committed to teaching," joked Utahime.

"Satoru," said Principal Yaga, appearing in the classroom.

"Been on the phone with your wife," he added.

"Huh, why?" questioned Satoru.

"Well, you're a married couple, and teaching will consume all your time. So, she'll start teaching here as well, and both of you can spend time together," he explained.

Satoru froze but maintained a blank, poker face.

"She doesn't even have cursed energy. What do you expect her to teach? Rocket science?"

“Huh he doesn't want his wife here?” whispered Utahime.

“I mean you know both of them were forced into this, bet he didn't even fuck her” said Mei Mei in her usual amused tone.

"I know, but she's skilled in martial arts and weapon use. She'll excel at training your students."

"Did she accept your offer?" Satoru asked through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, she was happy about it. She said she'll be here in an hour."

“So should be we leave, since Gojo is here?” Asked Utahime.

“Leave? hah we've come all the way just to leave” Replied Mei Mei “also it's a great opportunity to meet your wife, Gojo.. and celebrate”

“Celebrate?” asked Megumi.

“Yeah your step mom will start working here, she deserves a good welcoming”

“Quite that Mei Mei, dont make a buzz out of it” said Gojo in an annoyed tone.

“come on, Gojo.. Don't spoil the fun.. don't you think your lovely wife is deserving of a celebration ”

• Time Skip •

Y/n's Pov

It was my first time at Jujutsu High, unlike my siblings, cousins, and now husband. I've always been at home, locked away because my family feared that curses might harm me and I won't be able to defend myself. So, I trained at home, learning martial arts and weapon use as my only means of self-defense.

Now, stepping in as a teacher, life indeed full of surprises.

End Of Pov

As you walked inside, someone snatched you into an empty corner.

"What the hell do you think you're doing y/n?" asked Gojo, placing his giant hand on your mouth.

You pushed it away, frowning "Huh?" you raised an eyebrow.

"You'll go to Principal Yaga now, apologize, and tell him that you changed your mind and rejected his offer."

"And who do you think you are to order me around?" you fought back.

"You have no business here, y/n. You're making this more complicated for both of us."

"So, you expect me to be locked in your house forever? Sleeping, eating, and looking out the window?"

"Yes, but not forever, its until you get rid of that curse, and then we'll divorce."

"You're insane. Get out of my way," you said, walking past him but he grabbed your forearm, pulling you closer, his face a few inches away from yours, you could feel his hot breath.

"You're making a mistake."

"Don't worry. I'm here to teach, not to chased after you" you spat back, freeing yourself and leaving him standing there.

....

“SURPRISE” everyone screamed their lungs out the moment you stepped into the school's common room.

New faces, you only recognized Principal Yaga's face since he was invited to your wedding.

“Hello y/n sensei!! I'm Itadori Yuji, This is Fushiguro and this is Kugisaki.. we'll be your students” he said in a cheerful tone, giving you a genuine contagious smile.

You smile back, “nice to meet you Itadori-kun” .

“Y/N” started Mei Mei “Congrats for this post, and congrats for your wedding as well” she smiled giving you a hug.

“we heard a lot about you” added Utahime hugging you as well.

Gojo finally joined you, silently leaning against the door frame, observing as you interacted with his students and collegues.

“GOJO!! this beauty deserves a honey moon, can't believe you. You know teaching can wait” Mocked Mei Mei trying to embarrass you.

“Yeah true, newly wed couples should have other things to do instead of teaching” Teased Utahime, trying to offend both of you.

As he began to speak, you cut him off, "Nah, don't worry about us. We already talked and decided to postpone our honeymoon," you said, smiling, fully aware of their intentions.

Gojo approached, wrapping his strong arms around you. "Yeah, y/n and I did talk things out," he stated, leaning in to whisper in your ear, "I'll let this slip once. Don't get comfortable, acting like a real wife."

"You're the one clinging to me right now by the way" you retorted, prompting him to move away.

"Do you see that, Utahime? Not even a spark of love or respect between them," she smirked.

Gojo's Pov

Is that so, y/n? Trying to embarrass me and act like a real wife now. I'll need to put you in your place, and I think Utahime and Mei Mei might be useful this time...another woman will definitely push you away.

End of Pov

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dootznbootz · 1 month

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Hi! I want to know more about the Water wife, I´ve a really small understanding of this take on Penelope and i wANT TO KNOW MORE!!!!

Thanks for being so kind! 💙

I WILL HAPPILY

(understand that these are just headcanons/my ideas and I'm very silly)

Go through the tag of #my headcanons if you want more stuff though honestly, as...I write a LOT about her.

Not gonna lie, this is a LOT of rambling. Also certain things I won't say as I DO plan to someday write Odypen's courting and I want the readers to "fall in love" with her ALONGSIDE Odysseus. We already know him. But the Odyssey kind of keeps a lot of her intentions/sneakiness hidden on purpose because she's just as much of an enigma to Odysseus as the Narrator in a way. (it's one of the things I love so much about her). I hope to write her in a way that "reveals" HER as well.

Honestly I'll try and tag all my stuff with her with Water Wife (maybe without tm because...that was just for the silly and it's sometimes annoying to dig up the emoji thing on computer)

I take a lot of liberties with everything "nonmortal" (demigods, nymphs, etc.) because honestly it's just genuinely fun to write about plus I'm neurodivergent :P also have chronic pain, so I like writing SOME of my gals doing athletics. Mostly just Penelope and Helen being SUPER into it while other women have some activities they like. Ctimene for example, likes running and Anticlea woodcarving (who Odysseus learned it from)

Also silly thing, but one thing I always try to keep in mind is the idea of "A lot of people write women just reacting and not affecting" and I feel like people think Homer and other Ancient Greek Authors do that when...No. They write very dynamic and complex women. Penelope isn't JUST "sobbing" when the suitors are there. If it weren't for her schemes, she'd be married already. BUT NO!!! She's so cunning and held them off WITHOUT physical force!!!

"She should've killed them-" YEs! BUT there are also the political implications of that and xenia to consider!!! Literally at the end of the Odyssey, Athena has to calm everybody down!!! She couldn't do that without even more angry people coming at her!!! rtdyfugh ANYWAYS

I also take "likeminded" and sprint with it. For every shitty/wonderful thing Odysseus has done, she's rooting for it or would do something similar. They're as full of love as they are full of hate.

These two are that "evil couple" sometimes. She's sitting in his lap and they just humiliated someone publically and laugh at them and then they start nuzzling noses, giggling.

She's prideful in many ways as well and she's not against throwing someone under the bus if she needs to and WILL blackmail. You're afraid of snakes and she doesn't like you? "Oh my gosh! What do you think of my new snake necklace?"

She's pretty reckless often in her youth (Her and Odysseus both got that Adhd swag). For example, in my one fic's first chapter, it mentions how she ate a catfish that is making her sick. She rushed in and wasn't even thinking about "...Hey, isn't this one kind of weird?" She was pretending she was fine at first when she clearly wasn't as she doesn't like showing "weakness" (plus adrenaline). Also as she just gave birth like, 8-9 months before, she's in a weird funk of feeling strange about how her body has changed a bit despite recovering very well (water helps!). She's soooo happy she took the "beast" down. While sick, she knew she was reckless and mad at herself.

She's actually closest with Helen probably. Her siblings are a bit older than her and as she was born in a creek and quite smaller because of it (Naiads being affected by the waters they were born in) she got teased by some other naiads for quite a while. Helen is also, a little shit, in her own way so these two loved doing silly shit often. (Penelope, Helen, Menelaus, Castor, and Pollux, were this very strange little squad of kiddos who just...did random shit. They each have scars and knicks from their silliness (except Helen and Pollux))

Some of the scales she has on her arms and one shoulder, dry out quicker, from one of the times older naiads got a hold of her and kind of ripped at them :'D "Puddle girl"

It's something she carries with her in a way and when her water breaks with Telemachus, she hides it at first being like "Hey, let's head towards the caves!!!" until Odysseus realizes and he's so frustrated and upset with her has to scoop her up. (her stubbornness and recklessness) He scolds her after everything calms down like two weeks later.

Funny enough, I've had this idea for a LONG time even before I watched the 90's Odyssey. Odysseus just gives that vibe of "I'm not fucking leaving." don't he?

Odysseus: I can't believe you did that. The Canals were closer, Penelope- Penelope: I know but he'd be so much stronger if he were born in the caves and he is. AND I'm fine!!! I'm actually doing very well.

She hates bracelets. She usually ends up breaking them from messing with them too much.

Athena technically spoke with her first before Odysseus but Athena was WATCHING Odysseus for a longer time.

She's really close with her parents because her eldest sister got married quite young and her brothers are in the military. She goes running with dad often (let me have this) and she enjoys swimming (ofc), running, and pankration (Idk why I think it's really neat but I do)

She's got a scar on her temple that is kind of hidden by her hair from when she got washed away once when she was little (the scars she DOES have are because of her own novice attempts at healing, otherwise she doesn't have really any) and she's got a little crook in her nose, something she's self-conscious about as it was one of her first times "setting bone" with water and so it didn't end up perfect. It's not too noticeable but of course, you notice your own flaws more than others. (When she finally allows Odysseus to kiss her face, he immediately places a little kiss on her nose.)

There's...SO many more but yeah. a lot of basics.

#honestly for behavior? If you're thinking “that's something Odysseus would do.” then yeah. she MIGHT do it a different way #but she'd want the same result #Water Wife #Mad rambles #shot by odysseus #my headcanons #ask #aaronofithaca05

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creepycrawliesanonymous · 11 months

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a/n if anybody actually reads this dm me so i can set our wedding date

It was that awful time in Long Island in late fall where your sweaters suddenly became too thin for the frigid air, and you would quickly overheat the minute you put on a proper jacket. You could feel yourself getting snippier with people, like when your friend in your community choir asked how you were doing and you snapped out "I can't fucking do this right now." You were well aware you were being a bit cunty, but your cheeks were stinging and your hands were going numb.

Jimmy Bartlett conveniently chose this time of year to come home, something that was just so like him that you almost couldn't bring yourself to be annoyed at it. You were annoyed, but you almost weren't. You were annoyed with his stupid face and that dumb grin he always had on or the cigarettes seemingly always lodged between his idiot lips. Fuck him, you thought, I can't fucking do this right now. That was the only thought you could parse out as you lied face down on his childhood bed.

“I need a five letter word for a kind of bond in chemistry.”

“You do crosswords now?”

He nudged your leg with his foot and you pressed your face deeper into his pillow.

“Yeah, the army likes people who can spit out useless trivia at a moment’s notice.”

You hummed softly, staring intently at his Patton poster on the opposite wall. "It's 'ionic.'"

"See, was that so hard?"

"Y'know, most people would say 'thank you.'" Jimmy reached over and gently fiddled with a stray bit of hair that had fallen in your face. He swished over your nose before tucking it behind your ear.

"You warming up?" He brought his hand up to feel your cheek. Grumbling, you rolled over onto your back. His mother had caught you as you were walking up the driveway and, in an effort to be polite with the woman whose house you have been visiting for upwards of a decade, you had let her grill you about your life, your job, your siblings, and so on until you felt like the chill would never leave your bones, no matter how warm Jimmy's room was. Your face burned against his knuckles, and as if you couldn't be any more of a cliche, you shivered in spite of the warmness you felt behind your cheeks. This is so pathetic, you thought ruefully. You and Jim sat firmly in the 'too close to be friends' category of relationships, so it wasn't like he's never touched you like this before. Sure, to the general public you were childhood best friends, but they didn't have to know that when you both got tipsy you had a tendency to get a little handsy with each other, or that one night you two had hooked up in the confessional at his church (not that you particularly cared about being sacrilegious).

He let out a hyena laugh. "Guess not."

"Fuck you." You scrubbed your hand over your face. Still chilly.

"I'm gonna get a house with a wood stove," he returned to his crossword, "Y'know, when my tours are up and my bones are too fucking brittle for service."

You rolled over until your cheek was resting on his shoulder. "4 down is 'aloof'"

He penciled it in. "You'll be there, too."

"Will I, now?"

"Mhm."

"As what, your nurse?" You poked at his side. "Thinking of getting yourself blown up overseas just to keep me around?"

"Nah, I'm thinking of hauling you up to the alter myself. Forcing you to marry me." He didn't notice the way you tensed, too busy leaning down to kiss your neck. You knew he was just messing around, but your brain was too busy sending you flashes of you and Jimmy and the phrase 'domestic bliss.' It was all too fucking much. "Get you out of seven nights a week of your mother's fucking green bean casserole."

"I don't live with my mother." That gave him pause. "I'm an adult, I have a normal apartment where I live a normal life." The fucker bit into your neck, lightly but still. "You're gone for most of the year, and my world doesn't revolve around you and your shitty marriage proposals."

"It should."

"Fuck you." You shrugged him out of where he had burrowed into the crook of your neck. "One of us has got to fucking grow up sometime."

"I thought you liked me because of the, I don't know, fucking whimsy I bring into your life." You snorted. "I know you're an adult. Fuck it, you've been more adult than my fucking parents have been lately."

"If you're gonna get Oedipal with me I will fucking leave."

"No- fuck, that's not what I meant." He sat up, facing you. "I don't want to marry you."

"Good."

"I just... there's shit going on with my parents that is fucking me up, and I don't want you worrying about it because you're a fucking adult and I know you've got your own shit to deal with, and my brother is going through shit that's adding onto my pile of shit and-," he paused to rub the frustration out of the corner of his eye. "You know this."

"Of course I do."

"Of course you do." He huffed out a long sigh, as if he hadn't had the chance to breath for the past few minutes.

"Listen," you started, reaching out to brush your fingers along his forearm, "I'm not interested in... contorting myself into whatever I think you want me to be at the drop of a hat. I love you, but I can't do that anymore."

"I don't want you to." He took your hand in his, softly rubbing his thumb up and down the meat of your palm.

"I know. I just..." You paused. "For the longest time, it was you and me. That was a while ago, it's not like that anymore, I get it. That period of our lives ended after high school, and I don't blame you for enlisting, I'm so proud of you. But whatever we had back then, it's different now. You're not here most of the time, and I've got a job and hobbies and bills and problems that I deal with when you're not around. So, whatever we are... I'm okay with keeping it as it is. But if there's going to be anything more..."

Jimmy moved his head down to catch your eyes, not letting go of your hands. "More?"

Did you want more? You hadn't really considered it before. 'More' had always been holding hands while he shopped for Christmas presents, the way his hands shook when you drunkenly kissed him for the first time, the heavy breathing coming from the both of you during late nights that would swiftly be swept under the rug the next morning. Were you even allowed to ask for more than that? Jimmy had a way of making you feel greedy, downright gluttonous.

"I have to go to work." You slid your hands out of his firm grip, ignoring the pang you felt in your chest.

"Let me take you out to dinner tonight."

"I'm working a double."

"Breakfast tomorrow, then." You moved around the room, collecting your things, saying nothing. "You're right, things are different. You're always fucking right." You put your water bottle in your tote bag. "I want to see you tomorrow." You checked to make sure your keys were still in your bag's inside pocket. "I want you to want to see me."

You sighed. With your bag under your arm, you marched the couple yards of distance between you and Jimmy, grasping him by the sides of his face and mashing your lips onto his. He responded in kind, one hand on your waist and the other on the back of your neck, not enough to keep you in place but enough to remind you that he was there. He let you go when you pulled back.

"Breakfast."

"Uh huh."

"Tomorrow."

"Uh huh."

"You're picking me up, and don't you dare be late."

"Yes ma'am."

You turned out of his room, slipping on your gloves. "We'll figure this out."

"Don't freeze!"

#fanfiction #lymelife #jimmy bartlett #jimmy bartlett x reader #fanfic #this is for approximately nobody #this if for me and me alone

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sideshow-cellophane-blog · 2 years

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Operation: Survive

The one where Loid realizes he married a tickle monster

Never before have I felt this loss of control. This helpless sense of urgency that comes with the most evil of torture methods. I hope Franky is having more fun with Anya than I am here.

Loid was thankful that the drunken siblings were capable of some mercy, shown by how they slowed down to let him breathe. Or, how Yor stopped wiggling her fingers from their vantage point above his trapped arms, and Yuri paused only to take another drink from his glass. He did not get off of Loid's waist, and Yor did not get off of his arms. All that it had taken was poking and verbal teases from either side to get the spy down to the floor, where all hell had broken loose as two drunk tickle monsters found a new victim. Loid had forgotten what it felt like to laugh as hard as he just had, and his heart sunk when Yuri set his glass down to continue before he could catch his breath.

"P-plehease...You two, this is horrible!" His pout was not exaggerated, and the look of fear was in Loid's eyes, certainly not Twilight's, as Yuri wiggled his fingers above the other's stomach. It twitched as he sucked it in. "I don't deserve thihis!"

"Liar! You lied about being ticklish, and you know what I think about liars!" Stubborn as ever. "Now we're gonna prove it! We're gonna hear you really laugh! Not fake laugh!"

"You've already tickled me! You've been tickling meHEEE!"

Yuri had only poked him, but his body had jumped and curled in a ticklish way.

Loid shot his wife a pleading look. She seemed unphased and distant, and wordlessly dug her fingers back into his armpits. She lightly scratched over the thin cloth of his shirt and that alone was some of the most terrible tickling he had ever experienced in his life. He made a mental note to never let his enemies get this same chance his wife and brother-in-law had. His back jolted with each loud cackle as the sensations shot through his body, getting worked up and sensitive the longer it was teased. She would flick his red ears or neck occasionally and earn a genuine squeak each and every time.

"GaHAAA! GUYS, ah, ahHEE-AHH! KTH, nohohAHAHAHA! FUCK, FUCK, NOHOHOHO! I'M, AHA, HEEEEE!" He stomped his feet hard as Yuri yanked his shirt up to get at his belly button, a surprising spot that made Loid explode into loud, solid cackling and guffaws. Smirking at this reaction, the other leaned down to blow a raspberry on the spot and was met with uncharacteristically giddy, squealing giggles. Suddenly, the spy was a child again. Not in the bad ways - not the wars - but something about safety that he was too ticklish to think about at the moment.

Yor's fingers were on either side of his neck now, giving soft tickles that had him further devolving into utter, giddy panic. He never thought panicking could be done while laughing his brains out, and it was a mixture of fun and torture that left the spy confused.

Yuri's face lit up. His hands kept toying and poking at Loid's bare tummy and sides and hips, giggling and announcing the spots that proved Loid was ticklish. "See that navel? A lot of nerve endings are in this liar's tummy button! And just below it! See Loidy, we proved that you're really ticklish! Mmm, you need to be careful moving around that kitchen with sides this ticklish! Can you say how much this tickles, on a scale of liar to ticklish liar who regrets lying about being ticklish?"

Loid was breathless and begging through the sheer panic at the realization that Yuri wouldn't stop and Yor was in a similar state. "Pleheheeease! Oh, OH, GAHAHAHAHAD!"

All ten fingers, scratching and wiggling into that little soft spot just below his belly button. The bastard-in-law was having a good time. "Is this a tickly-wickly spot? Right here? Is this a spot that makes wittle Loidy-liars tell the truth? Is it?" He teased, and Loid's eyes widened. Would either of them speak this way sober?! This was humiliating and the sheer forced hilarity was what made him laugh harder, not the fact that the teasing had him flustered beyond measure and made the silly torture even worse.

"OHOHOHO! NahhhhhhaaaaaAAAH!" He wheezed. His face and ears were a bright shade of red and on fire.

Yor's fingers never let up despite her silence, a side effect of the alcohol. Something to do with being practiced as an older sister perhaps, but she knew what tickling where caused the best reactions for Loid. Digging into his armpits, drawing random shapes or writing words in them, scratching under his chin softly, tapping down to his ribs where Loid would squirm. Yuri's fingers joined hers on the lower ribs, which seemed to be worse than his sides from how much he wriggled. She felt her face flushing at the realization her husband, who was always so stressed and tired from working and raising Anya (who was having dinner with her other uncle) was really giving in to the tickle monsters. His smile was the biggest she had ever seen, he had never cried this hard from laughing (although they had certainly gone overboard), and he had not really fought that hard to stop either one of them from doing this. She noticed how he looked though. The way his hair was messier than usual, his cheeks were more rosy with a grin that big, and now that his stamina was almost out, it was softening into something more helpless and tired. Something about him was simply so...endearing.

"My husband is such a cutie," She sighed happily. She opted to give him another break, watching Yuri slow down now that Loid really was getting out of control and spasming with his reactions. "Yuri, I think it is bedtime..."

"S' tickle time," Yuri frowned.

"Enough tickles," She fell to the side and released Loid's arms from under her knees. He shot them down to massage his tingling skin.

Yuri was deciding whether to actually stop the torture or keep going now that Yor was going to sleep, but his thinking was interrupted by the front door swinging open. Franky and Anya walked in, the former with a grocery bag that had several stuffed animals for the girl.

Stop being the fun uncle and spoiling my daughter! You could have saved me if you hadn't gone out!

Loid's eyes widened as he realized what sort of a disheveled state he must be in, and was exhausted to boot. "Uh..."

Yuri, on the other hand, had an evil idea. "Your papa lied about how ticklish he is! Yor and I were testing him!"

Franky snorted, and Loid felt like murdering him when he saw Anya sharing that exact same smirk. "You find that spot on his ribs?"

"TRAITOR!" Loid exclaimed.

"Sleepy time," Yor said again, and raised her arm to wave at the informant and daughter. "Papa doesn't need anymore tickles tonight! We'll play again some time soon," She grabbed Yuri and pulled him off so Anya could sit on her Papa's lap instead.

Loid pulled himself up as she tried to wiggle her little fingers over his chest. He allowed himself to giggle because really, Yuri and Yor were tickle monsters and had done a number on him, but grabbed Anya's small hands in his own and kissed one like she was a princess. "D-don't tickle Papa, tell me what Franky did to you."

"Uncle Scruffy and I got pizza!" Her eyes lit up, and Loid let himself relax again as he listened to what they did that evening. The siblings were falling asleep, Franky was for once being helpful by putting away empty dinner plates and wine glasses, and Anya still needed to get ready for bedtime.

He was thankful being a spy gave him so much stamina, otherwise he would have definitely drifted off from the tickle torture too.

#spy x family tickling #loidforger #yorforger #yuri #tickling #drunk!yor #ticklemonsters #demonsiblings #ler!yor #lee!loid #ler!yuri #anime #spy x family #anyaforger

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vannybarber · 3 years

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The Prenup

Summary: After four years of being together and finally being engaged, Chris wants you to sign a prenup.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, chris getting his ass handed to him, a lot of pain.

Part Two Part Three Part Four Final Chapter

Scrounging through the little desk in the corner of Chris and you's bedroom, you hear him let out a boisterous laugh.

He was watching some movie and there was a certain part that he found so hilarious. After 4 years of watching it with him constantly, you still don't get what's so funny. But it makes him happy so that's what matters.

You were searching for the wine opener so Scott could get his middle-aged-4-kids-divorcee vibe on. You cleaned the other day and stuck it in there after a nightly dose of freakydeaky from Chris, which consisted of wine, whipped cream, and a many different forms of chocolate.

After what seemed like forever, you find the corkscrew and grin at your accomplishment. You take one more look in the drawer out of habit and you spot a big orange envelope with Chris' name on it. Being the nosy curious person you are, you take the envelope out and get a good look at it. You see the words Prenuptial Agreement in bold and your heart drops.

Chris had proposed to you 9 months ago and you were happy beyond words. After being together for 4 years, he finally put away his commitment troubles and made you his fianceé. And now you find out he's going to get you to sign a prenup. A fucking prenup.

You look around the room at loss for words. You were angry, hurt and confused. After 4 years of being together, he doesn't have faith in his own judgment that you guys would be together forever? You both have been through literally everything. There isn't one thing you don't know about each other. Your relationship was rare and it was special.

After moments of contemplation, you decide you would confront him on it. There's no way you could carry on the night and sleep after this. Not until you get your answers. Closing the drawer, you take a sharp breath and exhale before walking out the room. You get back to the dining table where Lisa and his siblings surrounded.

"Here you go Scott" you say slamming the corkscrew on the table in front of him. He looks up at you, puzzled. You glance at him then at Chris and he's looking at you just the same. Evidently your tone matched your movements because everyone went silent. You draw back and put both hands behind your back and huff.

"Babe, are you alright?" It was Christopher talking to you now. Your attention goes to him and your lips are in a thin line. Refraining from blowing up at him, you force smile on your face and change your tone of voice.

"What do you mean, honey? I'm fine." You should leave the acting to Chris honestly. That's definitely not your field of expertise. Shifting on your right foot, you stare at him. He shuffles and tilts his head with a knowing look.

"Spill it Y/N. What's up?"

"The flames when I burn this damn house down." So much for not blowing up. You snatch the envelope in front of you and chuck it on the table. Everyone watches the exchange and the envelope fly to the table. All their faces change from confusion to shock and even more confusion.

Chris didn't even need to look down to know it was the prenup. His eyes went from you to the wall. Guilt written all over it, you almost wish you gave a shit. You wonder how long he was going to keep this hidden from you. No need to wonder now.

"You want to explain to me why you have a prenup?" You place your hand on your hip and roll your neck at him.

"I got that for us."

You swear to everything you wanted to lunge at him right then and there. 'I got that for us'. Why do people always use that excuse for everything? They weren't thinking about you, just themselves and expected you to go along with it.

"You got it for us? I know you didn't do this on your own. Who put you up to it?" You look around the room. Scott has his hands up shaking his head. Carly and Shanna both let out a quiet "not me". You look at Lisa who had this look of hurt.

"Chris, you tell me everything. How did I not know about this? Why didn't you tell me?" Well now you know she didn't suggest it. You feel slightly guilty for letting it cross your mind, but you had your reasons.

"Ma, I had my reasons. I kept it hidden because I didn't know how I felt about it myself" he says rubbing his face and fixing his hair under his cap. Still didn't answer your question.

"Christopher, who put you up to this? Tell me now!" You're getting fired up by the minute. You have an idea who it could be too.

"Megan. She thought that it would be smart to consider. Just to protect me."

"Megan." Your voice is laced with absolute venom. "You know Chris, she does a good job keeping you out of trouble and bullshit so you're not all over the tabloids, but sometimes, her ass is too much!"

Chris is never in the news for anything negative. He's always minding his business and moving quietly. Megan is a great publicist, but she can be pretty overbearing about his personal life. She gave you side eye for like the entire first year of you guys' relationship.

"Baby, she was just looking out for me. You know how it is, women getting with you for your money. Guys loose half of everything they have when getting divorces."

You can't even believe it.

"I am not 'women'. I'm your fianceé. We've been together 4 years, Chris! After all this time your material things come before me?" Tears are puddled at your eyes now and your voice is cracking. This catches his attention.

"I told you from the start Chris, that I never cared about your money! Never have and never will. I am used to not having much. I'm not money hungry or concerned for having top tier everything. I've learned to settle."

"Y/N, I didn't mea-" you slam your hand on the table, making everyone jump. Chris shuts his mouth.

"I'm. Not. Finished. I am not marrying your bank account. I'm not marrying your cars. I'm not marrying your house. I don't give a damn about any of that shit. And you literally are still concerned about all of that?" Your face is wet and your nose is runny. You wipe your nose and cross your arms.

"It's not even like that!" Now he's getting upset. For literally nothing. This is his fault. "It's just in case it doesn't work out, we don't need to deal with all the extra mess."

That completely shattered you. In case it doesn't work out. He actually has thoughts that your marriage couldn't work. What would even cause that? You guys don't even argue. You don't even remember the last time you did. You've learned to understand what each other needs and mastered that. What is he on about?

"You know what the sad part is? Us not working out crossed my mind in, like, the first year of our relationship. And I decided that if we did get married, and God forbid we divorced, I wouldn't take anything from you."

He looked at you like he just found out he wasn't the father of your baby.

"Yeah, Chris. That's your money. You made it, not me, so why would I ask for any of it from you? You gave me an amazing relationship and thats enough for me."

"Oh my goodness." Everyone directs their attention to Scott. "So you wouldn't want anything from the divorce?"

"Of course not! I came in this relationship for him. Plus a make my own money. I don't need anyone else's."

You had your own business. Many employees at different buildings in Boston. You didn't have much growing up and you were proud of yourself for not having to worry about financial issues. Chris liked that you had your own thing going and didn't have to adapt to his life and depend on him financially. And he still got a prenup.

Feeling like you were gonna cry again, you rub your temples and take deep breaths to prevent it. But you failed and started crying more. Chris got up and moved to stand in front of you.

"Baby, I'm sorry I upset you. I thought you would be okay with this. Like you said, you don't care about my money so what's wrong with the prenup?" His hands were on your sides, but not for long as you shook them off of you.

"What's wrong with it? What this is telling me is three things. You have doubt that our marriage won't work out, you think I might change my mind and ask for alimony, and that your money comes before me."

"I..." he struggles to form words. You take this chance to get out of there.

"I really don't want to be here right now." Chris looks up and grabs your arm.

"Babe, you don't need to go. Where the hell are you gonna go?" You turn and grab the envelope from the table. You open it and pull the papers out, shoving it in his face.

"I'll go to a hotel or something, but I'm not staying here if this is the shit you're trying to pull with me." You turn the paper to you and look in disgust. You scan over it and your eyes fall on the dotted line where you need to sign. Beside it is where he needed to sign his.

Well not anymore.

You read over his signature on the line. Chris Evans.

He signed the prenup already. Now he was just waiting for your signature. He really was leaving you zero choice.

"You signed it already??" Everyone at the table head snapped up. Shanna gasped and covered her mouth. Lisa mumbles an "oh no" under her breath.

"So you were just going to bring it to me and expect me to sign it with no fight, huh?"

Chris says nothing, but his face is red. You don't wait for a response and walk to your shoes and your bag. Already having everything in there, you slip your shoes on and walk back to Chris.

"Just a heads up, you brought this on yourself."

You whip around and walk to the fireplace. You chuck the papers and envelope in the blaze and turn back to him.

"You can forget about that damn prenup, cause I'm not signing it. As a matter a fact, you don't even have to worry about that because there won't be a chance of us divorcing." You force a smile and clasp your hands together. Lisa and Scott rise from the table panicking.

"Babe, no-"

"Forget the wedding, this engagement and all of it. You can take this fucking ring too." You pry the ring off your fingers and throw it at him. It hits his chest and falls at his feet.

"I'm not marrying you."

You turn on your heel, grab your purse and jacket, walking out the door, leaving the Evans' speechless.

Was this too dramatic? I have my own opinions on a prenup, but maybe it's not as big as it seems? Idk🥴.

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loriane-elmuerto · 2 years

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aminata + obi wan / anakin anddd yoda

c: I'm gonna mix these up a bit

Mina met Master Yoda when she was first brought to the Temple, she was 3 at the time. The little green troll always thought she will grow up to be an exemplary Jedi Master, not because of how she followed tradition, but because even with her rebellious personality, she still embodied the main purpose of the order - to be a peacekeeper, a guide. Aminata herself felt nothing but the utmost respect for the Grand Master, since he was her grandmaster (think like grandfather) and he was her teacher growing up. However, she did start showing her horns during the war, but this wasn't directed at him specifically, it was directed towards the Council itself.

Anakin and Mina were siblings. Not directly related, no. They met at the ceremony on Naboo, after Qui-Gon's funeral. Both were freshly chosen Padawans, and both were terrified of their new duties. Since Anakin wasn't so well accepted by the others, Mina took it upon herself to stick with him. Her, Seline, and Aayla accepted him into their group and would provide a good yelling to anyone who tried talking shit behind his back. Other than that, those two grew up loving each other also because they shared a similar attitude towards the Order's questionable actions. They both agreed that change is needed. During the war, Mina and Anakin were known for their... Unconventional battle tactics. The idiots would discuss those after every mission, wanting to show off or compare scars. Mina also knew about his relationship with Padmé, and she kept that hidden under lock and key. She always felt that something's off with how Palpatine treated Anakin, but could never put a finger on it, and Anakin himself wouldn't hear any criticism towards the man. She also have him good pointers on how to teach Ahsoka, and stood by his side in her trial. When Mina found out that Anakin was the one to burn down the Temple, she couldn't believe it for the longest time ever. Only when she came face-to-face with Darth Vader, she realized that her little brother was gone.

Contrary to popular belief, Mina and Obi-Wan didn't start off on the right foot. They first met when they were Padawans - they were sent on a mission together to track down the leader of a bandit group. Obi-Wan thought she was too brash, Mina just wanted to get him out of her hair. Afterwards, they didn't interact much, up until Mina was Knighted. Obi-Wan's reaction to it was just "oh hey, you're still around. Congratulations". Everything changed after Geonosis. While the lovebirds were getting married on Naboo, those two shared their first normal conversation and they realized that "hey, they're not that bad after all". Everything changed during the war. They started interacting much more, and their actions spoke more than any words. When Mina and the others caught the Blue Shadow virus and almost died from it, that's when they felt that some sort of feelings were there, and they admitted those feelings after meeting the Duchess of Mandalore. Without getting into too much details, I can say that where Satine's love was like a wildfire, Mina is actually calm, she knows duty comes first. This relationship was almost ended when Obi-Wan decided to fake his death to save the Chancellor. When the truth came out that he decided to hide this from the team, Mina was Hurt. She didn't speak to him for weeks. Needless to say, Mar'o and Zuru butted in, talked some sense into her, and voila - relationship saved.

After the war, they went their separate ways for safety reasons, but they never stopped communicating or thinking about each other. Mina's last adventure was going to Tatooine to save his ass, but that's a story for another time. c:

Those two idiots loved each other so much, not even Mina's death could kept them apart. As a Force ghost, she'd appear to him whenever she could.

#can you tell that i have thought a lot about this #this has been boiling in my head for 2 years now #and this will be expanded upon even more when the kenobi show comes out c;#also thank you airika!!!#oc: aminata clarmonte #ask meme #chuckhansen

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all-might-can-smash-me · 4 years

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Hello. I found your writing about family heroes, and I'm thrilled. It's so nice, cozy, cute and delicious. I love it, very much. Thank you so much for your work!♡

If you're ok with this, can I have whole families (Eraserhead, Fatgam, All Might, Hawks) who comfort their mom after having to interact with her family (I mean, her parents, grandparents, and the rest). With whom she has a very bad relations. Well, it's realy very bad there... Please, choose the format that is more convenient for you.

Please, feel free to ignore it if you don't like it. That's all right.♡

Thank you. Take care of yourself. Good luck. Have a good time♡

The Pro Dads Comforting You After Seeing Stressful Family Members

Eraserhead / Shouta Aizawa, Fatgum/Taishiro Toyomitsu, All Might / Toshinori Yagi, Hawks / Keigo Takami

Thanks for such a kind request 🥺

Warnings: Of course it is gonna contain some toxic family members and what not exploiting your fears and your children’s insecurities and what not....

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You and your parents? Well the two of you had an ok relationship

But then when you and Aizawa married? It just felt strained and forced, especially after the two of you began having children, fostering, and adopting....

Until one day while visiting, your mother said something along the lines of ‘is he even well enough to help take care of the children? Put together enough? Around enough?’

It kind of just really got you stuck in your own head for a bit, but you were quick to prove her wrong...for the time being.

You didn’t mention any of that to Shouta though, you didn’t know why you didn’t....

Then now you had everyone with you this time, your husband and children to visit.

It was a loud environment, but it was nice and soothing, it was what you and Shouta were use to as you, him, and your mother and father sat in the kitchen to make small talk as your children played about in the conjoining living room.

But of course, your mother said something along the lines of ‘you have so many kids...I don’t know how you manage with Aizawa hardly ever around....’

The silence soon followed as your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach, watching your father nod his head in agreement. That’s when you only offered a small smile before getting up, your kids already huddling around you and Aizawa.

They didn’t even cast a glance as their grandmother tried to tell them farewell, they were all too busy clutching onto you and Shouta.

Upon arriving home, they all just dragged you to the livingroom to all pile up and cuddle while watching some of your favorite movies and trying to make you laugh and smile with their silly antics

But later on that night when you and Shouta would be back in the master bedroom ready to sleep? The tears would come

He would just simply open his arms up for you to cradle you and rock you...

Hands to give you reassuring rubs upon your back as he whispered compliments and pet names to you to crack a smile out of you...

You loved your whole family but.....

Your grandmother? That was where the huge BUT was at

She was old, quirkless and could vividly remember the days where quirks were beginning to play a part in everyone’s lives, but that doesn’t mean she totally understood it or got it or didn’t hold any prejudices against them

So she wasn’t happy when you introduced your boyfriend Taishiro to her...and she was upset as she sat through the wedding ceremony at the shrine....

And then she absolutely hated his appearance! He was ‘fat’ in her eyes, no quirk could change that, but he just let it bounce off himself...

Though upon a family reunion when everyone was at your home, she made her few comments about Taishiro that you and him just shrugged as you talked and caught up with cousins and other relatives

But then the words ‘I wouldn’t be surprised if his daughters turn out the same way...they are already on the path...’ came from her mouth, that’s when all hell broke lose

You stomped right up to her and gave her a piece of your mind before gathering up your daughters into a room to drill into their heads that they were beautiful and perfect...but they reassured you that they knew that...

Once everyone left, your daughters gossiped about family drama that they picked up during the reunion as they helped you clean up, you only hushing them....but you couldn’t help but be enthralled with what they had heard....

And they continued talking about it because it made them feel relieved for you to surpress your gasp and laughs as they would drone on and on about the stuff they heard

They also gathered you and Tiashiro to the kitchen table to play a few rounds of a card game, filling the whole house with everyone’s laughter

Laughter was the best medicine.....

But then later on Taishiro would talk to you about what happened which at that point you would only shrug it off and laugh over the incident....

Which then he’ll probably tell you ‘you becoming a mama bear? Hot as fuck....’

Your dad never liked Toshinori....not one bit and he made it clear...

‘The man is too scrawny...too sickly! He looks like a damn twig!’

You would only respond with ‘I love him, that’s all that matters....’

Wasn’t too happy about the marraige, but couldn’t do anything, your mother absolutely adored Toshinori...

But then once it was revealed that Toshinori was All Might the entire time? And now that he was in retirement?

Your father would drop by often to hassle you over ‘how will he provide? How will he not put you and your child in danger?’

Finally one day you just slammed the door right in his face, your daughter now at your side tugging at your shirt....

She would tug you along to make a pillow fort, to read a small book together, watch a show, movie, just anything together to distract you from what had just happened....

She was a smart girl because it worked all day until Toshinori was home

That’s when you finally opened up and told him what happened, your voice quivering with the tears that you wanted to cry.

He only hugged you though and told you everything was going to be alright

‘Your father can hate me, he’s got a high standard for who he wants his daughter to have and that’s fine...but I promise you those things he has said to you will never happen...’

You didn’t need him to reassure you, but his affirmations pushed away those tears away quickly and your broken heart was mended on the spot....

Then he would cuddle you and tell you how beautiful and amazing you are...which always got your heart fluttering

You and your family were on good terms, you checked in each other a lot and always visited each other

Your sister? Nope, nope, nope, and nope...

Yeah you would hate her every and now and then growing up, but who doesn’t have a little hate for their sibling growing up?

The moment you and Keigo started dating? That’s when it went down hill...

She would try to feed you with insecurities of ‘he’s probably cheating on you....’ or ‘he’s famous, he just wants a pretty face for the media and an easy girl for the night...’

But those insecurities would vanish just by looking at the loving looks Keigo would give you, so you never dwelled on them

She may have been trying to look out for you, but it was just the totally wrong way to do it and you’ve tried countless times to tell her that, but to no avail

One day when you and Keigo along with your two boys and daughter went to visit, your sister showed up too...

The tension was high as your parents chatted away with Keigo, your daughter sprawled out and sleeping in Keigo’s lap and your sons messed around outside

You and your sister were silent until the conversation led on to his work and popularity and about all the fans he must interact with

That’s when your sister decided to give a snarky ‘yeah...probably taking peeks under all those girls’ skirts...’

You didn’t even get a chance to say anything before Keigo was calmly covering your daughter’s ear to begin chewing her out, you only sitting there in a daze

When your sister looked to your mom and dad expectantly, they only shrugged their shoulders at her...

Keigo was soon bidding a farewell to your mother and father with his daughter now held onto his chest as she dozed away, your sons now back inside and hugging their grandparents goodbye....and snuck sticking their tongues out at their Aunt from behind Keigo’s legs...

Yeah they totally heard all of that....

So when you got home, your daughter recommended coloring, so all of you sat at the kitchen table to color away together and show off your skills

When you and Keigo were alone, he would just tell you over and over again how you were the only one for him and how pretty and beautiful you were and how perfect you were...

You didn’t my need to confirmation from him, but the praise from him would bring a blush from your cheeks as he would scratch your back or play with your hair as the two of you would watch a show or a movie.

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throwaway3844893 · 4 years

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A non-canon changing of the events in Crimes of Grindelwald

Hundreds of witches and wizards stood up and cheered as Grindelwald ended his speech about dominance over muggles, his arms spread wide as he welcomed the joyous shouts and yells. Tina flinched, taking a few side steps closer to Newt as the crowd died down and Grindelwald continued to speak to the recipients. An encore at hand. "What are you gonna do?" Tina said breathlessly, staring at the crowd that rallied at Grindelwald's words. She turned to face Newt, her heart pounding in her ears as she drank in the sight of him. She shut her eyes to rid of the memory from only moments before,

He felt exquisite against her.

Newt stared at her then, and the first thing he noticed was the smudged state of her lipstick. Rouge was overlapped above her top lip, and it took everything in Newt not to reach out and trace it, to rid of this imperfection. Perfect, pristine Tina, never afraid, was now disheveled and worried. Scared, even. She stared back at him, unveiling the mask she put on to conceal the vulnerable person inside. Newt had no answers, and that frightened him. He didn't know what he was going to do., but telling Tina that would only scare her further. His eyes darted back and forth as he thought of an answer. "I'll think of something," he replied smoothly. Newt shifted toward her, running his hand down the length of her arm. "I always do, Tina. We can get through this."

They moved in conjunction together, all of their unspoken feelings coming to life.

Tina shook her head. "Look at all these people," she replied in disbelief, turning her head to face him. "You really think we can beat all of them?"

His kiss was soft and gentle, as if she was something delicate. Like an angel.

"I do, Tina. I do. I've fought in wars, we have our creatures, and you are the most powerful witch I have ever met," Newt said honestly, his expression soft as he tried to console her, though it was hard with his own panic threatening to spill at any moment. Newt didn't notice the way her breath hitched when he'd called his creatures theirs. He scanned the crowd of magicians, holding Tina close to him.They both knew how the night was going to end with them inevitably separating, dueling in their own separate battles. It's why, when Newt pressed a kiss to Tina's temple, she didn't object. "We can do this," he said before taking a shaky breath.

Tina was the first to pull away, flicking her eyes up to meet his and chuckling quietly. "I l-"

She was interrupted by a low grumble outside; it signified Grindelwald's arrival. They looked at each other once more, lost in the words they could no longer say.

Tina sighed, looking over the crowd and trying to decipher anyone she knew. Across the room Theseus and Leta were stationed together, and Tina was certain their conversation mirrored her and Newt's. She could barely picture the two, about to be wed, parting as they said what could be their final goodbyes. Her and Newt would soon do the same. Grindelwald was wrapping up his second speech, and Tina turned to face Newt. "Let's hope we get out of this thing alive," She mused quietly, searching his face. "And if we don't-"

Newt hushed her and brought a finger to her lips, shaking his head. "Not now, Tina. We mustn't act upon what could happen. We'll survive." Tina nodded and allowed herself to accept his embrace, breathing in the sultry, lovely scent of him. She locked it in a special place, deep in her head to be used only on the days she missed him most, if they were to be separated forever. The crowd below them began to stomp and cheer, and Tina drew her wand before she viewed something that stopped her in her tracks.

There, in the middle of a row of people, was her sister and the No-Maj they'd lost track of moments before.

Queenie, with her plaid dress and monochrome coat, stood with Jacob, who appeared dazed and confused, drinking in Grindelwald's words as if they were water and she were a thirsty beggar, starved for any kind of beverage that would quench her suffering And she was agreeing with them, as if every word he spewed wasn't a lie. As if world domination over those who were lesser and powerless against them was something she was okay with, all for the sake of love.

Newt saw her at the same time Tina did, and he reached out for her, who'd begun to pull away from his grasp. "You can't stop her," Newt said, his voice quiet. Many of Grindelwald's followers were beginning to disapparate, meaning the conference was coming to a close and the time to fight was drawing quick. "Her decision is clear, and we don't have time. We can only hope she's one of the ones who leaves. As for Jacob... oh, Merlin, look what he's gotten himself into-"

He trailed off when he saw the blank, closed off expression on Tina's face as she stared directly at her sister, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. She seemed to sway with the wind, her shoulders squared. It was a horrifying sight, Tina standing like that with Grindelwald's words barely audible behind her. "I'd promised to protect her," she said quietly. Newt watched the wind blow tendrils of Tina's bangs across her forehead, though she let them tangle with each other. "I protected her for years, but-" Tina took a deep breath- "It seems she's outgrown the protection."

With that, she let go of Newt and disapparated.

She landed a few steps above her sister and shoved others out of the way, pushing her way down the steps before reaching the blonde. Tina side-stepped in front of her, interrupting the clapping and smiling her sister was doing. Queenie paused for a moment, stunned, and then pushed Jacob away from her. Tina heard a snap! come from above her and she watched as Newt, panicked, apparated next to Jacob and began to tug on his arm. "Come now, it's not safe for a muggle like you here."

With Jacob safe in Newt's custody, the woman started to speak. "Why?" Tina asked breathlessly, her face showing clear distress. "How could you do this, Queenie? You know he's against everything we stand for!"

"No," Queenie said simply, watching her sister with pure defiance. Tina's eyes flicked up and over Queenie's shoulder, where she saw Newt dragging a curious Jacob up the steps and out of the arena. "He's against everythin' you stand for," Queenie reiterated, her expression stone cold, though hot tears pressed against her eyelids, daring to spill over. The two sisters almost mirrored each other. "I am in love with a No-Maj. Your congress does not allow that. Grindelwald's does. He's not a cruel man with cruel intentions." She kept her eyes on Tina as she spoke, never faltering as her sisters lips shook and breath hitched. "The cruel intentions come from your side. You won't allow me to be happy-"

"I want nothing but for you to be happy-"

"-because you think exposing the magical world is dangerous. I wasn't finished talkin'," Queenie added with a snap. They watched each other for a long time. Tina's breaths were shaky as she processed this betrayal. How could her sister have done this? Her sister, who she'd loved, nurtured, and cared for all her life? Her sister, who she'd been ordered to watch after their parents tragic demise? How could this sweet, beautiful creature turn into someone who followed the orders of a madman? Queenie shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. "One of us had to be brave."

Tina gasped then, her features hardening as anger rose within her. "How dare you," she said, and her voice shook. "How dare you imply I'm not brave! You... you are the one whose not brave. You go running around with Jacob, cursed, unable to accept that you cannot love each other, and because of your blindness you've gone to join the most dangerous task force in the wizarding world and for what? Something as small as love?" The two watched each other, both steaming by the end of Tina's monologue. "I raised you, I put everything before myself for you, I postponed my career, I risked my career... everything I've done has been for you. Was that not enough?"

Queenie evaded her sister's expression, instead focusing on hitting the jugular. "You don't know or understand love because you refuse to accept it. You refuse to accept the fact that Newt is in love with you and that you broke his heart all because you thought he was married to Leta-"

"That's not the point!"

"And now he feels he cannot tell you how he truly feels because he fears you're still upset with him, and it's crushing him inside because he doesn't know that you love him back-"

"Queenie-"

"You broke him, Tina. He's closing off again; I know this. He's closing off because of you and your actions. You're losing the one man who could ever truly love someone like you-"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Because despite your flaws, despite your obstinacy, despite your inability to accept any feeling of attraction toward you, he loved you. He loves you for you, and all your faults. And that isn't enough for you, is it? It's never-"

"Why are you doing this?"

"It's never enough. You're afraid of it. You're afraid, Tina. The thought of love scares you, because you know it's right. You know it's right and that it's gonna hurt and it's gonna be incredible but you refuse to accept that you feel it for him because you have this idea that you gotta protect yourself from everything. You love him, Tina, and you can have him. I can't have Jacob. This is why I'm with Grindelwald. He can assure I get what I need. He won't take it away."

There they stood in the middle of the seating in an arena, the blonde destroying the brunette and watching as she broke down. Queenie didn't flinch when Tina pulled out her wand; instead, she took out her own. They were poised to fight each other, though neither made the first move. Queenie cocked an eyebrow, challenging the elder sibling. "Try me," she said smoothly, her violet eyes burning into their chocolate opponents. "You know I'm right, Tina. You know that-"

Newt came rushing down the stairs, interrupting Queenie's thoughts. Without a doubt, he pointed his wand at the blonde. "Don't move," he ordered, surprisingly demanding. Tina had never seen him like this. In a flash he was in front of her, one arm outspread to cover her. "Don't touch her," he said again, eyes focused on Queenie, whose face was radiating pure shock. "Have a go at me, if you must... but not Tina."

Tina grabbed onto Newt's arm, attempting to pull him back. "Newt, what're you doing?" She whispered when he refused to move, his body rigid like a stick caught in tar. Queenie watched the two of them, an amused smirk on her face. Tina realized then that this was what Queenie had wanted; a chance for succor, to have the final word and to force Tina to rush into a life she wasn't sure she wanted yet.

Well, she was sure, but that's besides the point.

"Keeping you from doing something you'll regret," Newt said after a moment's hesitation, lowering his defences as he realized Queenie had no intent on harming them. Tina frowned, backing away and loosening her hold on him. "Queenie," he said quietly, forcing himself to meet the witch's violet eyes. His voice was low as he spoke. "There is another way. You don't have to fall victim to his words. You are not alone. We can fight this law, and break it, together. Grindelwald's way simply won't work."

"No," Queenie said sternly. "I've seen into his mind, Newt, it's... it's amazin', the things he plans on doin'. They'll work. I know they will. And I can't..."

The blonde trailed off again, looking toward the ground as the couple stared at her with wide eyes. "You can't... what?" Tina asked, daring to take a few steps forward.

"I can't fight with the congress that's betrayed me."

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A Sister is a Friend for Life

"Ember?"

"Yes, Rozzie?"

"Are we ever gonna end up like Mummy and Aunt Mirana?"

Ember closed the book she was reading at the question her little sister had just asked. It had been less than a year since their mother and aunt had allegedly made up for the "tart incident" and decided to co-rule Underland as two different kingdoms, but the two queens were back at each other's throats again, and threats of war were being made, but it was unlikely that either sister would make good on her threat without her respective champion in the picture.

The question was absurd of course. Just because Ember was a redhead and Rosalind was a blonde and the two princesses were almost three years apart like Iracebeth and Mirana didn't mean anything. Rosalind was a naturally anxious person who tended to perseverate on the strangest of notions once they entered her mind.

"Sis, you know that's never going to happen."

"What about if we end up like the Aunties?" Rosalind persisted, referring to their three godmothers, the Sanderson Sisters. "Auntie Winnie always says she only likes Auntie Mary and Auntie Sarah because they're sisters and she has to like them."

"Are you serious!? No I don't only like you because you're my sister! You've been my best friend since you were old enough to speak!"

"Really?" Rosalind asked.

"Yeah. I remember the day you were born. I mean I wasn't even three yet, but I'll never forget."

"You were there?" Rosalind asked.

"Well I was there when Mum's water broke and she forced me to stay in the room to support her even though I was only a toddler. It was kind of a big deal. She threw your father out of the room. Not that he cared. He went out to pick a bar fight in town after she started screaming at him."

Ros "What happened then?"

Ember sat up on her bench in the rose garden to tell her sister the story "Well, it was a dark and stormy night in September. Mum was almost three weeks late when her water finally broke. I'm pretty sure the whole kingdom could hear her scream…"

Iracebeth gritted her teeth against the pain as she attempted to sit up in bed. Her contractions started almost four days ago and she was finally fully dilated. This time was nothing like what she remembered of Emberess's birth. This child wasn't planned, but from the moment she knew of its existence, she was hell bent on protecting it, even going so far as to kill her husband to keep him from finding out she had cheated on him a second time.

Emberess on the other hand was only a toddler and was seated on the bed next to her mother, watching bewildered as Iracebeth writhed in agony. She insisted her daughter, the only person she considered family at this point, be present to support her in Stayne's absence. The little girl absently wiped her mother's flushed face with wet rags. The only other sounds in the castle besides the queen's blood-curdling screams was the pounding of rain against the windows. In utter frustration, she ripped one of the heart shaped throw pillows on the bed in two and threw it at one of the midwives, who knew better than to answer back. A younger, less experienced midwife had made the mistake of telling Iracebeth to breathe and received a slap across the face that left a red handprint on her cheek.

"Don't you fucking dare tell me what to do! I'm the fucking queen, not you!" she roared. Iracebeth was normally too well bred to swear, but at this point, all bets were off and if she wanted to talk like a tavern whore, that was her right.

"Fuck!" Ember repeated innocently. Her mother was too distracted to reprimand her two year old for parroting her choice word, and instead chose to lash out at the army of midwives at her disposal.

"You're inept! You're all inept!" she shouted. "Especially Stayne, the bloody stupid fucking bastard deadbeat cunt…what the devil is going on down there!?"

"You're about ready to push, your Majesty." one of the women spoke up.

"I'll push you in a minute, you ignorant bunter!" Iracebeth snapped as a flash of lightning struck outside the castle, digging her nails into the sides of her heart shaped bed. Suddenly she felt a sharp lurch in her womb as she pushed for the first time.

"What the bloody hell was that?" she demanded. "I just felt something!"

"It's crowning…" the midwife positioned between Iracebeth's thighs assured, then frowned. "This can't be right, I see a foot. I think your baby did a flip in the womb."

"Oh that's just bloody fantastic!" Iracebeth snapped sarcastically. She used all the rage and frustration at these idiots placed in charge of the well being of herself and her child, not to mention her irritation at the child's absent father who was probably off trying to pick a bar fight at the moment, to push the baby out to its hips, all the while screaming bloody murder.

"It's a girl" the midwife shouted.

"Thank fuck!" shouted Iracebeth. She didn't even want to think about having a miniature Stayne running around the castle. She finally managed to expel the baby, but unlike Ember when she was born, the new princess was silent.

"What's wrong with my daughter!?" she shouted, falling back against the pillows as the wench she slapped cut the cord, which was wrapped around the baby's neck. The baby took in a sharp breath of air and shrieked. "She's got a set of lungs on her. " remarked the midwife, handing her off to her mother. "And a lovely head of hair as well. A pretty little blonde."

Iracebeth lay back against the pillows, exhausted, holding the new baby. The nurses were right, she had little wisps of hair like pure gold thread slicked against her scalp. Iracebeth couldn't help but think of her mother at that moment. She undid her nightgown and let her daughter suck. Ember watched with rapt attention. "Emberess, meet your little sister, Rosalind." Iracebeth chose the name because it meant "beautiful rose" in Latin. For a moment, she feared the two princesses wouldn't get along. Ember seemed indifferent to the news of getting a sibling as she was about Mirana and she didn't want a repeat of what happened between them. Neither daughter was planned, but both would be well loved.

"Mummy? May I hold her?" Ember asked her mother, and all of Iracebeth's fears of sibling rivalry between her two beautiful bastard girls vanished.

"Yes, darling, of course. But be gentle, she's very delicate." Emberess crossed her arms, mimicking her mother and held her sister. "Hi little Rozzie," she cooed. "I'm your big sister and I love you." baby Rosalind giggled and reached for her sister's finger.

"Wow…" was all Rosalind could manage after Ember's story.

"Yeah, that's why I'm never having children." Ember laughed.

"I don't know, sis. What happens when you become queen, though? I'll probably be married off to some stranger."

"I thought of that, sissy." Ember said, smiling warmly. "I asked Mum that when I take the throne, you and I can co rule. And it'll obviously work better than the current situation because we get along. She liked the idea too."

"You did that for me?" Rosalind asked.

"I'm not losing my best friend to some idiot from another kingdom." she said,

"I love you sissy." Rosalind wrapped Ember into a tight hug, then looked her in the eye with a deadly serious expression. "But can I ask you one more favor?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I stay in the castle with you and not live in Marmoreal?" Ember laughed.

"Of course."

#fanfiction #oneshot #a sister is a friend for life #princess emberess #princess rosalind #red queen #iracebethofcrims #alice in wonderland #alice through the looking glass

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flintsjohn · 5 years

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if you're still taking prompts, how about one where michael realizes how fondly alex looks at him?

uhh so i didn’t proofread this and also almost forgot to post it so i’m sorry if it’s messy? also very canon-divergent with a hell of a lot of oblivious!michael and all of their friends being awesome :)

“But do you think he likes likes me?”

Max heaves out a sigh and lifts his eyes from the worn copy of War and Peace he’s reading while chewing on an apple. Michael returns the look nervously, biting down on his thumbnail. His eyes fleet to Alex, sitting on a table not too far from them, laughing with Maria and Liz.

“Yes, Michael,” Max finally says after he swallows. “I don’t know why you keep asking me that, bud. You know how he looks at you.”

Michael takes one last moment to look at Alex, all smiles and shining black-lined eyes, and then turns back to Max with a pout. “He never looks at me.” Not once, in three years of high school together and one that Michael has been crushing on him, and not in that way anyway. “I had to steal his guitar for him to even look my way.” That had been a good day for Michael, crush-wise, even though he had been accused of being a thief which in that case, to be fair, he had been.

Max doesn’t seem convinced, by the state of his raised eyebrows, but Michael shrugs and goes back to his sad little salad, trying not to think of Alex Manes or his stupid eyes, rings, outfits, whatever.

II.

Michael has a physics essay to turn in for which the deadline is in three hours and if he doesn’t finish this now he’s going to be fucked, but Isobel doesn’t seem to care. He’s not even sure why she’s here, because visiting for the weekend doesn’t count when she’s at fashion school fifteen minutes away from his dorm on the UNM campus.

He’s only half listening to her latest rant on her relationship problems with Rosa as he writes his conclusion, but when he’s finally sent in the damned thing, cracked his back and focused back on her, she’s apparently moved on, because she’s now asking, “Why don’t you just ask him out?”

“Uh?” he says stupidly, eyes burning from being focused for so long on the computer screen. He rubs at them and yawns, reaching for a cup of coffee that is now lukewarm.

“Alex, dumbdumb. You know, your life-long crush.”

Michael snorts because yeah, right. Like he’s just going to gather up the courage like that after three years spent pining dramatically. Besides, Alex is always being swarmed by admirers nowadays, college having given him the freedom he’s never had in high school under his father’s thumb. He’s going on dates left and right with guys far more deserving of him than Michael is. He’s tried saying as much to Isobel, but she apparently hasn’t heard a word of it.

“You know, and I can’t believe I’m saying this because God knows I’m the only functional human being in our family, but Max is right.” She sighs, flicks him on the forehead, and finishes her sentence as she moves to the door like she’d come into his dorm just to tell him that. “You should take the blinders off and see how he looks at you.”

III.

It’s not like Michael and Alex aren’t friends. They are, ever since senior year of high schol, when they bonded over shitty childhoods and music. They still hang out in college – living in the same building, it would be weird if they didn’t – and their friend group has remained pretty much the same since high school in Roswell, so they can’t really avoid each other. So Michael knows, on a logical level, that Alex likes spending time with him. It’s just that he doesn’t think Alex will ever see him that way, and by now everyone but Alex knows about Michael’s crush and they’re not subtle about it.

“So, you two fucked yet?” Rosa asks as she drops on the free chair next to him in the middle of the busy café as Michael waits for Alex’s shift to finish so they can have their study-session. He rushes to shush her, even though Alex is so busy behind the counter that he couldn’t possibly have heard her. He blushes as Rosa rolls her eyes, and goes back to his text book, drumming the page with his pencil.

“Sooner or later you’re gonna have to talk to him,” she reminds him, not unkindly (she’s never as insolent as Isobel is, though her crass language would suggest otherwise). She takes a sip of her latte and stares at the busy crowd, probably waiting for her girlfriend’s blonde head to pop up.

“We talk.”

“Not about things that matter, Mikey-boy.” She grins at the glare he directs her way at the nickname and continues easily, “Like the fact that you love when he smiles and lovingly bats his eyelashes at you while you go on and on about science facts nobody else cares about.”

“Shut up,” he mutters, dropping his head on his book and slamming it down a couple of times. Sometimes he wonders why he’s friends with people like Rosa, who won’t know when to drop some topics, but then he always remembers that Isobel would have his balls if he didn’t make an effort with her girlfriend, so all he ever does in the end is shrug and try to change the subject or deny. “And he doesn’t do… That.”

“Dude. I’m in a band with him. He talks about you all the time.” He picks his head up just in time to catch yet another of Rosa’s patented eye-rolls, and then she’s squealing and jumping up to throw herself into Isobel’s arms. He makes a gagging sound as they kiss as he does every time he has to see that, without fail, but the thought of Alex talking about him when he’s not there keeps nagging him for the rest of the afternoon, even when the man himself joins him with complimentary coffee.

IV.

“Maria, please,” he begs, tugging at her arm for her to stay.

“Jeez, Michael, it’s just Alex. You’ll be fine.” She shakes her head and drops a kiss to his cheek before waving at him and going back to the bar to join the rest of the girls. Hell of a night for Max to be busy and leave him at the mercy of the meanest group of ladies he’s ever met. And, well, Alex.

It’s just Alex, Maria says. Michael snorts and shakes his head, thumb rubbing at the condensation on his beer bottle. Just Alex is always Michael’s problem. He gets tongue-tied and stuttery around Alex, the last four years of shared life experiences forgotten when Alex as much as looks his way.

Which is what happens next, more or less. Alex gets back with his drink and an added sway to his hips which Michael knows, because he’s had to witness it countless times before, means he’s already been hit on by the first guy of the night, and Michael settles in for a long, long night of sulking in his beer.

Thankfully, around the third guy that strikes up a conversation with Alex and offers him a drink, Liz comes to save him. Michael really, really loves Liz, and he hopes Max will pull his head out of his ass and ask her to marry him sooner rather than later so he can have her as his sister-in-law, because Liz is awesome. He tells her as much, because he’s tipsy and loose-tongued enough now that he’s not alone with Alex anymore. She laughs and wraps an arm around his waist and tugs him to the dance floor.

Five minutes later, however, Michael feels like taking back everything he’s just stated about Liz, because she’s swaying with him so she can yell in his ear. “Why did you let him leave?” She draws back to catch Michael’s reaction, which is just a frown, before she continues, “We left you two alone and with alcohol! It was the perfect opportunity, Mikey!”

Scratch awesome, all the girls he knows are downright evil.

Pool night with the boys becomes a thing in college, and they bring it back to Roswell when they all end up moving back. No matter how busy Alex gets with teaching, or how swamped with deadlines for his current writing project Max is, or how tired Kyle is from shifts, or how forgetful Michael gets with new projects in his lab, they try to keep their one night a week going.

Michael is getting drinks at the bar, making small talk with Mimi, when Kyle joins him, clapping him on the back before he takes two of the glasses from him. He’s coming off a double shift and almost missed boys night, though he refused to force them to reschedule, so Michael guesses from his crazy hair and shining eyes that he’s still running high on caffeine. Unfortunately, a caffeinated Kyle is a chatty Kyle.

“So, tell me, what did I miss? It’s been a while since our last night out.” Michael throws a look his way and shrugs at the expectant look on Kyle’s face, which earns him a pout. “C’mon, man, as your best friend outside of your siblings-“

“Liz is my best friend.”

“As your best friend,” Kyle repeats more forcefully, glaring at him until Michael accepts the statement with another shrug, “You should talk to me about this stuff.”

“There’s nothing to tell, Kyle.”

Kyle’s expression drops at that, and he stops to put the drinks down on a random table so he can turn on Michael, even though they haven’t reached the pool table they’ve commandeered for the night yet. “What do you mean nothing?”

“I mean,” Michael sighs, running a hand through his curls. He throws a glance Alex’s way, but he’s deep in conversation with Max and doesn’t seem to notice Kyle is holding him hostage, “Nothing happened.”

“But you went on a date.” Michael nods, taking a sip of his beer since it looks like Kyle isn’t going to release him any time soon. “And you kissed. He told me you two kissed!” Another nod, and Kyle frowns again. “So?”

“So what? He doesn’t want a relationship, Kyle.”

“Did he tell you that?” Kyle crosses his arms over his chest, studying Michael as he shifts uncomfortably on his feet. Alex hasn’t actually said that, not in as many words, but Michael can read the signs, and he knows that date was a mistake. Kyle doesn’t seem to agree, because he mutters, “Por Dios, que idiota eres.”

“I speak Spanish.”

“I know! I want you to understand what a dumbass you are!” Kyle pushes a finger into his chest, and Michael barely has time to mutter an ow before Kyle’s hands are on his cheeks and he’s forced to look into the other man’s eyes, which is weird because he hasn’t been this close to Kyle’s face since they drunkenly made out at his graduation party.

“Now, you listen to me, Guerin,” Kyle says determinedly, “You go there, free Alex from Max, and ask him out again. I will not lose the bet because of your obliviousness.”

VI.

“Oh,” Michael breathes as the pictures pop up on the big screen set up appositely for the slideshow. He tried to avoid it, of course, worried about what photos Isobel would be able to unearth, but it was non-negotiable in Isobel’s wedding plan, and unfortunately Alex had been on her side. Alex, who now sighs happily and cuddles closer to him with an inquisitive noise. “That’s- That’s what they always meant.”

“With what, babe?” Alex presses a kiss to his cheek and entwines their fingers, both of them smiling sheepishly when their rings clink together. Three hours haven’t been enough to get used to that (Michael isn’t sure a lifetime will be enough to get used to the fact that he’s just married the love of his life).

“The way you look at me,” Michael whispers, just for them to hear. He nods at the screen, which is now showing a picture of them in college, a guitar in each of their laps, heads bowed together as they play. Michael’s eyes are focused on his fingers in the photo, but Alex is looking at him, an incredibly fond look in his eyes. He has the exact same look in most of their pictures together, and Michael gasps as he looks down to find it replicated on his husband, eyes crinkling with his smile.

“Yeah,” Michael breathes, pressing his forehead to Alex’s, “That look.”

Alex hums, pressing closer to Michael like he would want to fuse them together if he could. He smiles as he drops a kiss to the corner of Michael’s lips, causing him to shiver when his next words brush against his skin like a caress. “I never look away.”

#malex #malex fic #rnm fic #my writing #my ficlets #5+1 thingies ig?#i hope u like this and also can i just say. im love kyle #if that wasnt clear #roswell nm

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madphantom · 5 years

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The Sound of Life - Chapter 4

The next morning they were eating breakfast. Phoenix was still wearing her pajamas.

"Phoenix," Winslow suddenly said.

"Yeah?"

Winslow looked as shy as he had on the day Phoenix had seen him for the first time. "Ahum... Phinny..."

"Yeah?"

"Phinny... on Friday it's my sister Lucy's birthday. I...I think it's about time you meet my family."

For a second she was very quiet. Then: "Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh."

Dunphy looked just like it had when Winslow had left to look for fame. A soft summer wind was blowing over the yellow fields and playing with his hair. The sky was blue. First golden leaves were sailing across the streets, but most trees were still green. Some people passed them. Not everyone recognized Winslow. Those who did looked surprised or shocked. And they whispered.

"Look!"

"It's him! It's Winslow!"

"Harry's kid!"

"The Leach boy! The one who ran off to New York!"

"The musical one, who got lessons from Carmine!"

"My God, what happened to his face?"

"And who's the girl?"

"Yes, who's the girl?"

Before he rang the doorbell Winslow realized that Phoenix deserved a warning. "Phoenix...I have five talkative sisters."

She laughed. "Good company for me. Let's go."

He pressed the bell.

For a few seconds nothing happened. Then the door opened. The fragile elderly woman in the doorway had fluffy hair and was wearing thick glasses. She hadn't changed a bit.

"Winslow!", Joan Leach yelped and pulled him into a long hug.

"Winslow?" Suddenly a tall lanky girl with equally thick glasses and a ponytail appeared in the corridor. "Winslow, bro!" She sprinted over and joined her mother in hugging the lost son.

"Whatcha sayin... Wins'!!!"

"The lost son has returned!"

"Bro! Bro! Bro!"

"Winsy! I knew you'd come back!"

"Sonny, don't you ever dare scare your poor old dad like that again!"

In the end, four siblings and the father had joined the group hug. Phoenix was awkwardly standing next to them.

Finally Momma Leach chased her children off. "Dear God, we're gonna suffocate the lost sheeple. Emmy, Jenny...Jenny! Sandy! Ellie! Harry, don't smother your son like that, I want him to live another day. Winslow, for God's sake, what kind of trouble did you get in in New York?"

He laughed shyly. "I'm gonna tell you later, first of all-" He reached out for Phoenix and pulled her to his side. "- I want you to meet Phoenix, my girlfriend."

"We've lived to see the day, my wee lil bro got himself a girlfriend," Emmy commented.

"Emmy!", Joan hissed. The girl shrugged her shoulders. Winslow laughed.

"Why are we standing in the doorway?", Jenny suddenly asked. "Come in! Let's get in the living room!"

They sat down at the table. The twins, Sandy and Ellie, brought two extra chairs.

"Winslow, we want you to tell us everything," Poppa Leach said. "And Phoenix...if he exaggerates stop him from doing that."

She laughed. "I will."

"First things first: What the hell happened to your visage?", Emmy asked.

"Emmy!"

"What? He was ugly already when he left, but it was definitely not the pollution in NYC that made him even uglier."

"Emmy!"

"No, no, she's right," Winslow laughed. "Gosh, Emmy, I missed your salty comments."

"See, mum?" She grinned triumphantly.

"Anyway," Winslow continued. "I got my head caught in a record press."

Poppa Leach looked over to Phoenix. "I asked you to prevent him from exaggerating."

"In fact he's understating,' Phoenix mumbled.

"Gosh, Winslow you've always been one clumsy individual, but this just takes the cake."

"Emmy!"

"How is it even possible to do that?"

"Right, how do you get your head caught in a fucking record press, Winslow?"

"Sandy! Language!"

"I tried to destroy all copies of Faust Death Records printed," Winslow tried to explain.

"Oh yeah, I heard those bastards play your stuff on the radio...!"

"Ellie! Language!" Everyone laughed.

"And your voice?", Joan asked.

"Same thing."

"I've told you, son, New York is no good," Harry murmured.

"But how did you two meet, I'm curious!", Jenny burst out. Everyone else was quick to beg Winslow to tell the story. He laughed. "Well, I heard her sing Faust and..."

"Dot dot dot? Ey yo, you're not usually that type," Emmy remarked.

"Emmy!"

"Sorry momma."

"We kind of lost contact after we first met and then later Winslow found me again and we had a chat - I didn't recognize him then, because-" - Phoenix gesticulated at Winslow - "-Face. Then the next day Winslow saved me from being shot and got wounded himself and while he was in hospital we started talking and, well, became a couple."

"Awwwww," Jenny commented. "Hey, Phoenix, you're his first girlfriend, just so you know."

"Really?" Phoenix looked over to Winslow. "You didn't tell me!"

He blushed. Everyone laughed.

"Lucy is gonna marry soon too!", Ellie burst out.

"Really?" Winslow raised his eyebrows. "What'd I miss?"

Sandy grinned mischievously. "His name is Oskar. He's a historian from Germany. He's divorced and has a kid."

"They met in the grocery store!", Ellie yelled.

"I wanna know more!"

"She bumped into him..."

"...more or less deliberately."

"Less, according to her! Apparently it was an accident!"

"Sure."

"When is she coming?"

"Should arrive any minute, Winslow. Get ready for confused German mumbling!"

Everyone laughed.

"I left the cake in the oven!", Joan yelled and rushed into the kitchen. She returned with a warm oven-fresh cherry pie. A wonderful smell filled the living room. Winslow felt truly at home. The doorbell rang.

"That's them!", one of the twins yelled and sped off to open the door.

"She's gonna go flippin' when she sees you, Winsy," Jenny whispered.

"I hope she doesn't get a heart attack from your visage, bro," Emmy joked.

"Emmy!", Joan hissed. Winslow quickly combed his hair over his bad eye.

"That's not necessary, you know," Phoenix remarked.

"I was just joking," Emmy agreed.

"I know, I just thought I really shouldn't shock Lucy more than necessary right away." Winslow grinned.

A short woman of around forty with wild dark blonde hair and thick glasses walked into the kitchen, only to freeze as soon as she spotted her long lost brother. She stared at him in pure shock.

"Winslow?!"

"Hi." He grinned like a young shark.

Behind Lucy a lanky redhead of forty and a little girl with pigtails appeared.

"Hey, Lucy, what's wrong?", Oskar asked.

She pointed at Winslow, her face as pale as if she'd seen a ghost. "Tha-tha-that's my brother...and he's dead!"

"Happy Birthday," Winslow replied.

Lucy looked like she'd just been forced to swallow a rolled up newspaper. "H-h-how this possible?"

She was so shocked she'd literally forgotten grammar.

The Leaches looked at each other and collectively burst out laughing at Lucy's puzzled expression. Finally Winslow got up and walked over to her.

"Jesus was resurrected," Emmy commented.

"Emmy! No jokes about God!"

"Sure, mum."

Lucy blinked five times. Then she reached out and touched Winslow to convince herself that he was, in fact, real and standing in front of her. Then her eyes widened. "I'm not dreaming!"

"Nope."

And suddenly she launched herself forward and gave him a hug. Winslow laughed. "It's nice to see you too, Sis." Over his sister's shoulder he greeted Oskar, who looked quite baffled. "Hi, you must be Oskar. My sisters told me about you..."

"Ja," Oskar replied in confusion, then realized he was speaking the wrong language. "Ich...I mean - yes, I'm Oskar."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Winslow Leach." They shook hands and Lucy let Winslow go. She reached behind herself and took the little girl's hand. "Maite, c'mon. Winslow, this is Maite... Oskar's daughter. Maite, this is Winslow - your uncle."

Maite tilted her head curiously. "Mr Winslow, why do you have silver teeth?"

"What?", Lucy asked in confusion, followed by a "Holy shit!"

She looked absolutely helpless. "Oh my God...oh my God...I... I...I need a chair."

Sandy brought her one and Lucy plummeted onto the seat. She was still staring at Winslow like he was a ghost. Joan served the cake. "Lucy, will you drop the plate if I give it to you?"

"Wha - no." She took it. She was still staring at Winslow.

"Her eyes are going to pop out any second," Harry commented.

"H-how come you're here?!", Lucy asked Winslow.

He laughed. "Ah well... it's a long story. But first of all, I want you to meet Phoenix - my girlfriend."

"Hi." Phoenix waved. "It's nice to meet you."

"Okay, I must be dreaming," Lucy slowly and serenely uttered. "Winslow's back, he got a makeover and he has a girlfriend. I'm asleep and my brain is playing tricks on me."

Winslow and Emmy collectively rolled their eyes.

"Now you're overreacting," Jenny said.

"No, I'm not." Lucy finally managed a shaky laugh. "Alright. Winsly - you have a lot to explain." She frowned. "Hey, what's that with your eye?"

Winslow wiped away his hair and Lucy visibly paled. "Alright, the tabloids weren't lying."

"Nope," Phoenix agreed. And then Winslow started telling the wild story that had happened to him. Joan gave everyone pieces of cake. Occasionally Winslow was interrupted by gasps, either from Lucy or Jenny or Joan. The twins admired Winslow's makeover. Harry asked him whether metal teeth were more useful than usual ones. Phoenix and Emmy soon appeared to get along greatly. Ellie slid off and returned with Winslow's long-lost copy of Goethe's Faust - she'd borrowed it. It was a wonderful afternoon.

When it got dark Lucy and her new family left to drive back to Oskar's home. The twins were sent to bed, but of course they didn't even bother to go.

"It is crazy to get you back, bro," Emmy at some point commented. "Specially with that Goth upgrade you got."

Winslow chuckled. "Thanks."

"Still," Jenny added. "I wouldn't be surprised if I woke up tomorrow and it would've just been a particularly nice dream."

"Me neither," Winslow laughed.

Joan checked her watch. "It's getting late. Did you take the train?"

"Yes." Phoenix nodded.

"The last train goes at midnight," Emmy said. "Will you take it?"

"Probably," Winslow replied.

"Then you oughta hurry. It's eleven thirty," Joan said. She sighed. "Winslow, I don't want to sound like a stereotypical country mum, but I hate to see you leave."

He chuckled. "I'll come back."

"You promised that last time."

"And I kept my promise, didn't I?"

"You were a year late."

"But I came."

"I have an idea," Phoenix suddenly said. "I can just leave our phone number. And y'all can call. Whenever you feel like it."

And so they did. Phoenix scribbled down her number. Then they left. When Winslow turned around for the last time he saw his family standing in the doorway and waving.

He smiled and waved back.

#you can find the other chapters under the tag the sound of life on my blog #sound of Life #phantom of paradise #phantom of paradise swan #phantom of paradise beef #phantom of paradise phoenix #phantom of paradise winslow #fanfic #madphantom #phantom of the paradise winslow #winslow leech #winslow leach #because like speaking in terms of the story hell of it is probably in winslows pov #winslow goth

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the-lupine-sojourner · 5 years

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Hello! If you're still comfortable with writing for emergency requests could you please write Izuku comforting his s/o who's parents are going through a really rocky divorce? It just got really rough with them tonight, they started yelling and blaming me for it. Totally fine if you're not comfortable though!

I am accepting Emergency Requests, yes, Anon. I am so sorry to hear that you’re going through a tough time.

I have not had any experience with divorce myself, personally or through any of my friends, but I do know that it is not your fault, no matter how many times people tell you that. I know this situation is tough, and I hope this helps, at least a little. Feel free to message me, if you feel comfortable, if you need to talk or another request, okay?

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

(figured you'd like to see this adorable smile 😅)

You hadn't mentioned a whole about your personal life to Izuku, preferring to leave him in the dark about your parents’ situation, which was rapidly getting worse. Even after you two began dating, you didn’t want to burden him. After all, the relationship was only a few months old. No need to burden this sweet, amazing child with something like this.

That being said, you knew you couldn’t keep this to yourself any longer. Not after your shitty night. With tear-blurred vision and shaky hands, you pushed talk. He picked up quickly, as usual. “Hey, Y/N!” He cheered, happy as always to hear your voice, and there was that typical almost nervous edge to it he still hadn’t been able to control. You swallow to try to make your voice sound more normal.

“H-hey, Izuku...um...can we go somewhere? Anywhere? I just…” You broke, hating the sound of Izuku gasping in shock. You never wanted to hurt him, but you needed to see him.

“Oh, oh of course, Y/N! What’s wrong?! Did someone hurt you!?” You sniffle, wiping your eyes. He was so sweet to be this concerned.

“N-no...kinda...it’s just...I need to- -I need to go somewhere with you…” You whimper. Normally, you did your level best to remain fairly composed and focused on school to avoid questions. But not now...not now.

“Okay. I’ll be there in about ten minutes. Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?” You swallow again, wishing the lump in your throat would go away.

“Y-yeah. I just...yeah, I’m okay.” You reply.

“You don’t sound okay. Do you need me to stay on the phone?” You considered, biting your lip. It would help, but no. You couldn´t ask him to do that.

“No, I think I’ll be okay. I’m sorry to bother- -”

“Y/N, you’re not bothering me. I promise. I’ll be there as soon as possible, okay? Just hold on.” You nod.

“Okay. I love you.” You murmur, wiping your eyes again. You hadn´t said it often, but you meant it, every time.

“I love you, too. Drink a big glass of water. All of it, and wash your face, but don’t rub it dry. Pat only. Okay?” Having a task to do gave you some control of yourself again.

“Okay. See you soon. I’ll text you my address.”

“Thank you. See you soon, Y/N.” Izuku replies, hesitating just a second or two, but then he hung up and you stood. Thankfully, you happened to have a fairly big glass in your room and an attached bathroom, so you wouldn’t have to face your warring parents again.

About a year ago, things began to shift with no one knowing what precisely caused the rift, but it was far too wide and jagged to repair or bridge now. So now, your parents were meeting with lawyers and arguing constantly. You were almost thankful you didn’t have siblings. Almost because you want company, but you also wouldn’t want to force your siblings through this hell.

It was bad enough you were dragging your boyfriend into this. At this point, you didn’t care about Izuku knowing just how crappy your personal life was, a fear you’d held due to the demons in your head whispering that if he knew, he’d break things off, gnawing away at any thought of telling him before it could be properly considered. Now you had no choice. You had to take that dive.

Things had gotten so bad, your parents took their anger, bitterness, and frustrations out on you, claiming you were the reason they were in this mess and the reason they were going their separate ways. You hadn´t been able to reply, racing away and up to your room, already sobbing.

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Izuku texted you about ten minutes after you called him, as promised, and you snuck out through the back door, your parents oblivious in the living room. He hugged you tight, kissing your cheek as he takes your situation in. “What’s wrong?” He asks, eying the door as a particularly loud shout rang out, barely audible so far from the living room. His gentle hands cupped your face, eyes searching for hints of abuse or whatever happened in your face. You put your hands over his, already feeling a small tiny bit better. You keep holding one hand and lead him away toward a nearby park.

“Well, about a year ago, something, and none of us can pinpoint what, changed and my parents just...started getting more and more toxic around each other, and then they started dragging me into things, and now...they’re going their separate ways. Last night was the worst I’ve ever seen, and they told me I was to blame for all that went wrong in their marriage, and it hit me really hard, and…” You started crying again, clutching Izuku’s jacket. His arms slowly came around you as you halted and cried into his chest. He held you, unable to think of anything to say for a while. Gently, he transitioned to a side-hug and led you toward the park.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I should have realized how bad things at your house were. You always kept to yourself, and I should have figured it out sooner.” He apologizes, and you look at him in shock as you near a bench. You sit Izuku down, leaning over to cup his face like he had done earlier.

“Izuku, you couldn’t have known, cus I decided not to tell anyone. I figured it’d be easier than dealing with the drama of everyone my parents were divorcing. I’m sorry. I should have told you.” Izuku pulls you down and hugs you.

“Y/N, you are so strong and brave to go through this alone, but you need to let people help you when you’re struggling.” He then leans out just enough to look you in the eyes. “But, if you don’t want me to, I won’t tell anyone what’s going on, okay? That is entirely your choice.” You loved this boy more every day, you swore. You leaned in for a quick kiss.

“I really appreciate that, Izuku. I would rather not have this spread all over the school, thank you.” Izuku nods, drawing you in again.

“Okay. Do you want to go somewhere else, or do you want to stay here?” You sigh.

“I’d rather just stay here, if that’s okay.” Izuku nods.

“Okay.” He nuzzles your temple a little.

After a while, he suggested they move to a little hill and stargaze. You and Izuku passed a pleasant few hours just laying there, point out the few constellations you both knew and whichever stars looked particularly amazing. With Izuku here, you almost forgot what waited for you when you got home.

You swore you’d marry this boy someday. Someday soon...and that thought gave you enough strength to not feel fear creeping back into your house after Izuku kissed you goodnight.

For the first time in a long time, you felt truly happy and slept without nightmares or constantly waking up.

I really hope this helps a little, Anon! Hang in there! You’re not to blame, and you are an amazing person! Please always remember that you are not in any way to blame and you are awesome!

#fanfiction #bnha #mha #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #bnha izuku #mha izuku #izuku #lupine answers

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punkscowardschampions · 5 years

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Buster & Rio

Buster: You telling me you had somewhere better to be or what? Rio: Hm? Rio: Cinderella rules, like Buster: Since when do you play by any rules? Rio: You know, a year older Rio: what better time to start Buster: You're 19 not 91 like Buster: Why did you waste a wish on becoming a boring bitch? Rio: Fuck you Rio: Maybe I'm just resolving to have my fun other places Buster: And now you've wasted an opportunity to tell me to go fuck myself after leaving me on my own Buster: Fucking amateur Rio: Well, whatever you wanna do 'til you gotta be out is your business Buster: Might as well get your money's worth Buster: Since I'm obviously not gonna see you to give you your cash back now you're playing so hard to get Rio: Consider it a thank you 'cos who's playing Buster: You already thanked me, babe Buster: Nothing I gave you is worth two Rio: Alright, consider it a thanks for everything then, if we gotta be dramatic about it Buster: You're being dramatic, I'm just keeping up Rio: Call it that if you like but nothing but realistic Buster: Bullshit Buster: Nothing but you being a pussy more like Rio: Very mature Rio: Not one of your friends, you can't tease me into doing shit Buster: 'Cause legging it really is Buster: Fuck you Rio: Like you're so bothered, yeah? Rio: Done you a favour and left the cash Buster: Bothered on your behalf 'cause not only do I look mint in the mornings but I would have covered the bill Rio: Sure you can get someone else in to appreciate both before getting the boot Rio: talented as you are Buster: 'Course Rio: Welcome Buster: I ain't thanking you, babe Buster: Not your birthday now, I don't have to play nice Rio: Well you should Buster: Why should I? Rio: Aside from the aforementioned favours? Rio: Idk, saving your soul Buster: I already told you they ain't, just excuses Buster: And you can fuck off with that too Rio: How you work that one out, wonderboy? Buster: How did I work out that you're calling excuses favors or how do I know that you're calling me a sinner 'cause you feel like shit? Buster: Which is it Rio: Grant you, probably not in the bible as they were all begatting each other back in the day Rio: still Buster: I wouldn't give a shit if it was spelled out there on page 1 Buster: That bollocks don't run me and I don't regret anything Rio: Can't blame a girl for trying Buster: You reckon Rio: damn, you woke up the wrong side of the kingsize, I get it Buster: Fuck off Rio: Already did Buster: Make it last this time then Rio: That's the plan Buster: Good Rio: We don't have to be uncivil about it, like Rio: is what it is Buster: Don't tell me how to be Rio: Alright Rio: just saying Buster: Well, don't Rio: Yeah, you don't get to tell me what to say either Rio: it's not a huge ask is it Buster: Whatever Rio: Fucking hell Buster: What? Buster: What's your fucking problem now? Rio: You, you're my fucking problem Buster: So go Buster: What are you still doing here anyway? Rio: Yeah, you're that thick all of a sudden Rio: when it suits you, okay Rio: forget it Buster: You forget it Buster: That's clearly your new fucking mantra or whatever Rio: Hardly Rio: Sorry I don't revel in being fucked up, don't have the fucking luxury like Buster: Shut up Buster: Last night, when it suited you, you did exactly that Buster: And don't act like you don't have the same luxuries as I do Rio: You know I was off my face Rio: and those aren't the luxuries I mean, I care what people think, especially the people who rely on me to not be Rio: whatever the fuck this person is Buster: And? So was I Buster: I know what the fuck you meant. And I'm saying you're not the only one who has people relying on you. Get over yourself, Christ Rio: so it doesn't count Buster: If that's what you need to tell yourself, go ahead Rio: Well it doesn't Rio: none of this does Rio: nip it in the bud and call the therapist before its a real issue Buster: Like I said, fuck off then Buster: We don't need to still be talking Rio: Why don't you Buster: You're the one calling the shots, aren't you? At least that's the way you're running your mouth, like Buster: I already told you I don't have any regrets Rio: There's your answer then Rio: I need to know why Rio: and how the fuck Buster: Why and how the fuck what? Rio: Why and how don't you regret it Buster: Why should I? Rio: You really need the list or? Buster: Not of your excuses, nah Rio: Be serious Buster: I am Buster: I don't give a fuck about any of your sob story bullshit Buster: Do what you want Rio: My sob story? Rio: This is about you stop deflecting Buster: Bullshit Buster: It's about you and who you're trying to be Buster: You already admitted that Rio: Well why the fuck aren't you trying Rio: you've got people relying on you too, you said Buster: I am Buster: You know I'm doing my best for my kid. It's nothing to do with this Rio: Sure Rio: Compartmentalise, always works Buster: What do you know? Buster: You ain't in my head Rio: 'Cause you ain't special Rio: immune to fucking reality Buster: I don't need to be Buster: Whatever you think this is, it ain't some great catastrophe Rio: Yeah, it is Buster: Nah Buster: We've both got bigger problems Rio: That is precisely the fucking point Rio: You think you can do whatever the hell you want on the weekends and that that's not going to affect your kid? Rio: Grow up and dream on Buster: Who I fuck doesn't and won't affect my kid Buster: Grow up yourself, I'm not out here trying to marry you Rio: Yeah, 'cos that's all that counts Rio: you're so fucking clueless Buster: You wish, babe Buster: I don't need to cry over this to be clued in Rio: Yeah, save it for when it's too late Rio: fucking genius Buster: Says you Buster: being a fucking idiot Rio: Just because it takes too much effort for you to try and do and be right Buster: If you say so Rio: Whatever Buster: Sounds like it's too much effort for you to try and be in any way convincing Rio: If you aren't listening you aren't listening Rio: can't force you Buster: If you're chatting shit, you're chatting shit Buster: Can't stop you Rio: Jesus fucking Christ Buster: What the fuck do you want, Rio? God's sake Rio: Just be a decent human being so I don't have to fucking worry about you too Rio: alright Buster: You don't have to worry about me Rio: Oddly enough, your word isn't all that reassuring but cheers Buster: Says the girl who fucked off and left me worrying about her Rio: Why would you worry about that Buster: 'Cause I'm not a total cunt and we were both in a state last night Buster: How can I not worry when you were that fucking high, babe Buster: You could have gone anywhere, anytime, how would I have known, like Rio: 'Cos I left cash, like Rio: Hardly the actions of a mad woman even if you love to pay Rio: but alright, I hear you Buster: Good Rio: Doesn't change the fact but my bad on that bit Buster: Fine Buster: Anything else you wanna tell me or is that it? Rio: About covers it Buster: See you around then Rio: Yeah Rio: Christmas, probably Buster: Yeah. Can't really get out of it Rio: Yeah, well maybe Rio: can't nah at our grieving card if we pull it, idk Buster: Yours maybe. My parents would have something to say about me trying that Rio: Obviously Rio: Not that closely related like, let's not get crazy Rio: Parents and siblings only or this shit'll spread like wildfire Buster: Obviously

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babybutterf1y · 7 years

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better without you

Why did you close the door the last time you closed one? i realized that keeping the door open was pointless, nothing will ever change. Stripes or polka dots? Stripes. Do you care if people touch you when they’re talking to you? nah I'm italian, it shows that they're interested What is your gender? female. Do you think that people think its obvious? Yeah i mean lololol

How long did your last date last? about an hour or so. he had to be up early to work the next morning. Is your favorite color within 10 feet of you? nopeeee Highlight of your day? getting an extra punch on my donut tour card. Would you rather be on a boat or a plane? yacht

Can you tell when girls (or guys) have eyeliner on? da Can you cook? Yep. How high is your ceiling? no clue, like 7ft Whats the worst job you can think of? hooker Do you swear a lot? every damn day Does the last person you texted have an O in their name? 2. first and last Is everything working in your house? I'm gonna assume so Would you rather have a pool or a trampoline? Pool for sure. Does pop give you energy? No. not even close TV show you love with a passion? criminal minds. Do you think you learned anything from the worst night of your life? that i am stronger than i think

Perfect age to get married? 26. soon someone cuff me, I'm running out of time Is it safe to say you own over 20 pairs of shoes? 110% Name a career path that women are known for taking. nurse Favorite type of cookie? sugar cookie from potbelly’s A quality you look for in choosing a significant other? tall. What would I find if I looked in your pocket? Nothing.

What was your first word? ball A musical instrument you wouldnt mind learning how to play? piano. Last time you went to 7-eleven? pride, to get an icee A fast food restaurant that you hate with a passion? wendys Does everyone in your family have a job? da. Going anywhere this weekend? i work a yoga event saturday then going out downtown chi. sunday i work a craft beer festival in lincoln park. Is your room ever clean? every day What does it mean when you're being quiet? thats I'm annoyed Last person you had a face to face conversation with? grandpa Wheres your phone? on the table next to me Do you know the difference between your and you’re? Yes How late did you stay up last night? I went to bed around 1 Anyone you’re ready to kill? stevan because he won't answer my snaps. Do you need to get a tan? 110% hence why i got a tanning membership at the gym What do you want? to get my own apartment. Favorite TV show as a kid? out of the box

Whats a show that you absolutely refuse to watch? bob’s burgers How many times have you been in love? looking back on it, twice Go camping or go to a party? party hard. Do you remember how old you were when you started swearing? 12 How many years older than you would you date someone? 6 What was the last thing you pinky swore on? I don’t remembert. Would you consider yourself a nice person? Yes. Are there a lot of mirrors in your house? Probably a typical amount. Has there ever been a serial killer in your house? Not that I’m aware of… Do you know anyone who looks like Adam Sandler? No. True or false: Glee is annoying. I never saw an episode. Last thing you cooked? tacos. Do you use slang often? Some I guess Wear glasses? when needed

About how old was the last person that hit on you? 24 What color are your headphones? black like my soul Would you make a good teacher? Why? Nope.i get annoyed with stupid people Dont you hate those commercials that try too hard? I don’t like any commercials. Is the fan on? No. Any special reason why you're taking this survey? waiting to see if stevan shows up and i finished all my work What does the last text message you sent say? "forget about it”- taylor

Your friend needs you to run to the store to get a pregnancy test. Do you? yesss Do you log out on facebook when you leave the site? No. What color are your underwear? blue How short are your nails? long af Do you like the opposite sex to be dominant or you the one in control? dominant Favorite holiday? Christmas. If I asked you to point to Ohio on a map of the US do you think you could? probs Youre locked in a room with spiders. Do you have an issue? ew yea Do you wear your most expensive item of clothing often? nah Do you eat a lot of food? Sometimes.

Have your parents ever tried to control your relationship? They tried, i should’ve listened Have you ever had to give someone directions before? Yeah Speaking of which, are you good at understanding driving directions? hahaha nah How many people do you text daily? maritza, taylor, lexi, stevan, aaron, nada, my dad Do you play any instruments? Which instruments do you play? Guitar though I haven’t been played in a while Is there anyone who you call by their last name? brooks and brownie What did you do on your last birthday? blacked out Which of the Seven Deadly Sins do you commit the most? no idea Has anyone ever told you that you’re incapable of whispering? every day

What is your least favorite subject in school? psych Have you ever been involved in a custody battle before? No Do you know a couple who constantly sucks on each other’s face? da, its gross When was the last time you watched a YouTube video? the other night Have you ever babysat a newborn baby before? yeah it blows When was the last time you held someone’s hand? Yesterday. How many meals have you eaten today, so far? 2 Do you think it’s stupid for people to call others “hot?” Uh. i mean like no? Do you personally think Wikipedia is a reliable source? It obviously isn’t. Have you ever shopped at Wet Seal before? Did you like it? once, it sucked. Do you care about spending money if it’s someone else’s money? depends What is your favorite Disney movie of all time? cinderella When you were a child, did you ever want to become a wizard/witch? No Would you rather have hardwood floors or carpet? Hardwood. Who was the last person you yelled at? Why? maritza. she was annoying me As a kid, did you ever go to camp? No. Have you ever made out in a movie theater before? Yeah. Are you currently trying to learn to play any instrument? No. When was the last time you went somewhere you thought was haunted? maritza’s house so today Who was the last person to compliment you? aaron How old were you when you got to go on your first date? 13 Would you call your parents over-protective or under-protective? depends Did your parents ever let you play in the pits of those multicolored balls? yeah ha Have any of your siblings ever had a crush on your significant other? Lol no. Are you the jealous type? No. When was the last time you felt like you were high on life? last weekend at volleywood Do you know someone who cares about themselves more than their child? yesss Do you still watch cartoons on television? no What do you usually order at Taco Bell, if you go there? 3 soft shell tacos, cheese, meat, lettuce Is there anyone currently annoying you? stevan. Do you have freckles? A few. How many dogs do you have, if any at all? 100

Have you ever witnessed someone being beaten up? Yeah. Do you think biting is weird or sexy? It can be sexy. Would you rather be called hot or beautiful? Beautiful. Have you ever had a pet turtle before? No. Do you still sleep with your parents when you’re scared sometimes? i don't even live with my parents Have you ever met someone with two different color eyes? ya Have you ever felt like someone was following you? yes What color shirt are you wearing at the moment? nude Do you enjoy going school shopping? i did. I'm done with school Do you think Pug dogs are adorable or just plain ugly? ass ugly Have you ever met someone who completely resembled their pet? No What was the worst substance you’ve spilled on yourself before? blood Have you ever made out with more than one person in one night? hahahahahaha Do you think there is a soulmate out there for everyone? I don’t believe in soulmates, nor do I think everyone wants one.

Do you like short or long surveys the best? Somewhere in the 30-50 question range. Have you ever bought fake money and tried to make it pass for real? No. Are your siblings nice the majority of the time? Yes. Do you freak out when a thunderstorm comes along? No How often do you shower? Every day Have you ever had to sell something for a school fundraiser? yeah How many sodas do you usually drink in one day? Zero. Have you ever met someone who was completely weird all-around? Yep. Do you ever watch any soap operas? No. Have you ever met someone who was mean to everyone? I guess. Do you usually have a low tolerance for pain or high tolerance? I have a high tolerance. Would you rather eat or sleep? sleep Are you one of those die hard Twilight or Harry Potter fans? neither Do your parents ever force you to talk to your grandparents? i live with them, so i have to talk to them Do you think long surveys are boring or entertaining? It depends on the questions in them. Have you ever learned that someone had lied to you all along? Yeah. Have you ever wanted to be a lawyer? yea Have you ever had to bail someone out of jail before? No. Is there anyone in your immediate family who was adopted? No Do you know anyone who doesn’t have any common sense? lexi When was the last time you bought something? today i got donuts and bubble tea Do you think you look anything like your parents? my mom What are your plans for this weekend? I already answered this. What color is your significant other’s hair? single

Have you ever applied for a job at Walmart before? no i have an education Would you ever become a foster parent? no. Are you ashamed of anyone in your family? haaahhaha Would rather talk to someone on a landline or a cell phone? facetime Has anyone ever given you a psychiatric assessment? yeah What is your favorite amusement park? 6 flags Did you ever have braces? Yes. What is cuter: kisses on the forehead of the cheek? forehead Do you believe in evolution or creation? Evolution. Would you rather take a bath or a shower? Why or why not? Shower. Does it bother you when people touch your personal items? no. When was the last time you did something sexual? Last weekend Do you collect anything? What? pins. shot glasses. boy’s souls Are you better at hand-drawing things or painting? I have no artistic talent. Have either of your parents ever called you a failure before? No. Have you ever suspected someone of cheating on you? Yeah and I was right. When you get married, will you convert your last name? sure Are your parents divorced, married or separated? Married. Has someone ever left a relationship with you for someone else? da What’s the most painful thing you’ve ever experienced? an abusive relationship When was the last time you went shoe shopping? couple days ago Are you a part of any clubs at your school, if you still go to school? pi theta alumni Do you know someone who wears a wig? casey but she's black and its a weave sooooooo What is your best friend’s last name? bolyard When was the last time you cried? For what reason? today, rocco got so scared of a firework and he took off running, poor dog. What is your favorite shop to go to at the mall? forever21. What time do you usually go to bed on the weekends? 5am Have you ever considered suicide? no Have you ever been raped before? Yeah Would you ever consider becoming a marine biologist? yea. Did you carry a lunchbox as a child? yea What is your favorite ‘sweet’ to eat? candy candy Are you someone who usually eats when you’re bored? Now and then. Have you ever eaten your way through a breakup? No. Who was the last person you texted? lexi Do you usually buy popcorn when you eat at the movie theater? Maybe half the time. Did you sleep alone or with someone last night? Alone. What kind of dressing do you eat on your salad, if any? honey mustard Are you someone who constantly likes to wear hats? yes, dad cps Have you ever seen a Lifetime movie that relates to your life? probs What is your Myspace URL? What year is this? Are you someone who likes to wear dresses more than pants? in the summer. Have you ever dated someone who was way overprotective of you? hahaha yea, it was disgusting What was the last thing you touched besides your keyboard? my phone When was the last time you witnessed a fist fight? end of school Do you know anyone who lives in the state of California? yes

Are you waiting for a text right now? uh huh fuckin stevan Is it your summer vacation right now? i mean no i graduated and am an adult so Do you like traveling? Yes. I wish I could do it more often and farther afield. What color are the walls of the room you’re in right now? white Do you still make mix cds? No. Are you eating or drinking anything right now? nope

Do you go to church regularly? no, I'd burn Who’s your best friend? tay bae Are you determined? About some things

Are you always looking for/in a relationship, or do you like being single? i like being single but its time to find someone Ever had your heart broken? Yeah. Even broken someone else’s heart? Yeah. Are you confident? yeah. When’s the last time you smiled? Earlier. Are you tan? No.

Any big plans for today/tonight? supposed to meet trent for drinks What’s the background on your computer? my cousins and i from christmas

Do you have days where you just want to listen to sad songs? Yeah. Don’t you hate when your plans fall through? yssss Ever maxed out a credit card? all the time How old are you? 22 Who’s the last person you kissed? i don't want to answer Are you hoping they will also be the next person you kiss? lol no Do you ever actually go on dates? i have one tonight.

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