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[uozlulu]

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[diaryofanidiot]

The Neverland Curse

Cw: Deaging, food mentions

Taglist: @avatarofstars @botensbabygirl @mothmothmothmoth @akira-chan8 @rinizitos @pastatownsystem @stabbylikesnukes @urhigh42 @princessparadisebaby @abadonkori @lucifersimp333 @coffeeandtealol @maxx0inwonderland @letsblazewolf @simpinginthecorner @kittycatinblue @thatguyfromforest @sheep-from-rad @romaissaa @doomcandy @lilnoobie

Chapter list: 1 2 3 <4> 5 6

A/N: the taglist is getting many request so pls submit them to the inbox. If I missed you in this chapters taglist, shoot me a dm and I'll fix it ^-^

No first draft. We die like pirates >:) pls notify me of any typos tho lol

Breakfast was full of strange foods like dinner the night before. That's not to say they weren't yummy, but I was starting to miss normal food that didn't risk turning to flames or frost in your mouth. Needless to say but they wouldn't let me eat any magical foods like that.

I tugged on Belphie's cardigan to wake him. His face was practically in his food.

"What is it?" He mused, peeking open an eye towards me.

"Luci said I gotta meet more people... are they scary?" I whispered, looking up to make certain I didn't catch the attention of the raven haired man at the head of the table.

"Not at all," Belphie hummed sleepily. "Now eat your food."

"He's right. You have a busy day, so eat what you can." Lucifer smirked up at me. Dang it. He heard me after all.

I pushed the pancake-like food around my plate and managed one more bite before hopping up and loudly exclaiming that I was full.

Asmo was quick to follow my statement with a wet wipe to my face. I squirmed away as he fussed over my sticky syrup covered cheeks and hands.

I felt his cold hand pat my cheek along with a satisfied hum when he finished his smothering, and with that, I bolted toward the adjacent library.

"FREEDOM!" I yelled on my way out, hearing a couple of scattered chuckles behind me. The library was one of my favorite rooms so far. The fire kept it warmer than most of the house, and Lucifer had assorted toys placed in one of the corners for me. It was the first surprise I saw after everyone had woken up.

I ran faster toward the pile and dropped to my knees, sliding the rest of the way excitedly as I marvled the new collection.

Bloo, the already gifted Bear, sat near the pile. Beel suggested he stay there during breakfast so I wouldn't get him messy. Happily, I pulled him to my lap before looking at the collection of dolls, cars, and more.

Before I could even start picking out what I wanted to play with, a loud knock interrupted me and caught my full attention. I froze in place when I heard the door open and unfamiliar voices call out.

Clutching Bloo to my chest, I walked silently toward the opened double doors of the library and peered around the corner to look at the newcomers.

They didn't notice me as they placed their jackets on the hangers. I felt like a super spy.

A feeling of a hand on my head made me jump and look up to see Lucifer towering above me with a soft smile. He placed a finger to his lip on a shushing motion.

Grinning, I mimicked it and nodded. He removed his hand and walked over to the two strangers welcoming them. An adult and another child. Maybe he was my age...

As Lucifer led them to the dining room where everyone resided, I trailed behind quietly. "I'm the best spy ever." I whispered to myself.

The grown-up stranger turned his head around, but I quickly moved behind a column to hide. I saw the faintest smile on his face before he continued walking.

"Gotsta be quiet, Bloo. It's spy time." I whispered once more to my bear before I advanced forward, still hot on their trail.

I hid behind the dining room door, spying on their conversation.

"So you're well informed on the situation?" I heard Lucifer ask. His voice was easy to pick out.

"Solomon told me everything. He said he would be over shortly. Just had a few things to take care of first." I assumed that must be the grown-up stranger.

"Did they really have their memory reverted as well?" That voice was higher in pitch. Must be the other kid.

"Unfortunately so." That was Satan talking now.

"I want to see for myself. Where are they?" The other kid demanded.

I heard somebody chuckle. This super spy needed more information. I peered around the door but quickly shot back behind it when I saw Lucifer's eyes staring in my direction with an amused look on his face.

"I haven't the faintest clue, Luke~" He began. "It's a shame they disappeared when you went through the trouble of bringing those cookies for them..."

Cookies? ....I like cookies.

"I suppose they'll have to go to Beelzebub."

Nu uh. Not on my watch.

I ran past the door, bolting into the room. "No cookies for Bee! I'm right here!" I yelled, jumping into Lucifer's arms. "I can eat them!"

I looked around for the treats while Lucifer adjusted his hold on me. Target spotted. The other kid- er, Luke, was holding the tupperware in his arms and staring at me with an expression of shock. What was his problem?

The stranger grownup smiled kindly and nudged Luke forward. "Didn't you want to give them your gift?" He asked.

Luke hesitated before slowly opening the container and holding it out toward me. I squealed happily and grabbed as many cookies as I could hold and saved one into my mouth.

"Is there's something you want to say, (MC)?" Lucifer asked, raising an eyebrow toward me. I thought for a moment before realizing.

"Oh! Tank oo!" I exclaimed, cookie crumbs falling out of my mouth and onto the floor as I spoke.

Lucifer sighed heavily. "You could've swallowed them first..."

I looked at him in confusion before my attention was ripped away by the other guy.

"(MC), I know you don't remember us, so let me introduce myself." The nice stranger smiled at me. "I'm Simeon, and this is Luke."

"Hi Hi." I said before shoving another cookie in my mouth. These were worth blowing my cover.

Lucifer walked my other to the table and sat me in a chair to finish my food, likely growing tired of the mess I was making.

"I'm guessing you're no longer full?" Satan asked me, a smirk emerging on his face.

"There's always room for cookies." I huffed before noticing Beel try to nab one. "Nuh uh! My cookies, Bee."

Belphie frowned at me. "(MC), don't you think you can share just one?' He asked coaxing.

"But they're mine..." I whined.

"Only one? Surely you have plenty."

Hesitantly, I slid a cookie over to Beel. He smiled and thanked me, as did Belphie. I felt a presence behind me and turned around to see Simeon smiling at the situation. He knelt down to my level and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"May I ask you something, (MC?)"

I nodded, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Are you feeling okay?" His concern was apparent. "I just want to make certain you feel safe."

"Everything is just weird." I admitted. "Everybody keeps talking about a curse and I don't get it."

"That must make you feel left out." He sympathized, running his thumb along my shoulder comfortingly.

I nodded slowly. He gets it.

"Well," He began, straightening back up. "I can assure you that once we have it all figured out. You'll be the first to know. I know Solomon is excited to see you again."

"When is soo-man coming?"

"Soon." He assured before walking off. Shortly after, the adults went to talk again. The only people left in the dining room were Luke, Levi, who was currently gaming on his phone and in his own world, and myself.

Getting an idea, I rushed to the library where my toys resided and grabbed a few dress up toys before sprinting back. My feet made loud, pattering noises on the hardwood floor.

"Luke!" I yelled excitedly. "Wanna play??"

It was exciting having another kid in the house. Finally someone to play with.

Luke frowned. "Play?"

"Mhm!" I nodded, holding out one of the costumes. "You can be a pirate and I get to be the captain!"

He seemed to hesitate, looking around for the other adults. "(MC)... we aren't the same age, you know?"

"That's okay! I'm four and a half." I grinned.

He looked lost, eyebrows furrowing. "I'm over a thousand."

I blinked before giggling. "You can't be a thousand! You don't even look like a grandpa!"

I heard Levi snort in amusement so I turned around to see him finally paying attention. He got up and moved to kneel beside the two of us. "He's not joking, (MC). In human years... I think that makes him ten years old?" He guessed.

I looked back and Luke, then to Levi, and back to Luke once more. Ten made more sense. "So you just.. pretend your a thousand?"

Luke looked to Levi, seeming to silently ask him a question. If he could pretend then so could I.

"Well," I argued. "Then I'm a thousand and one and there's no more bigger numbers, so I win!' I stuck out my tongue to drive my point.

Levi sighed with a smile and looked at Luke apologetically. "Just go play with them. It'll be fun. Just until Solomon gets here, okay?"

Luke gave in and took the costume, putting on the eyepatch. I grinned and put on my own pirate hat before dragging him to the library to play.

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"Luke, (MC)?" Simeon called from the hallway, soon emerging in the doorway. He smiled at the sight of us.

I was on top of our 'Ship' (the couch), looking through my 'telescope' (a paper towel roll I had convinced Beel to give me). I pointed the scope towards the door and set my sights on the newcomer.

"First Mate Luke!" I cried, pointing towards the intruder. "A bad guy who wants to take our treasure!"

"On it, Captain!" Luke had immersed himself into the game, reveling in the chance to be the kid he really was. He jumped to the floor and pointed his foam sword at Simeon.

"You'll never take it while I'm still breathing!" He cried.

"Oh really? Two against one?" He grinned happily. "That doesn't sound very fair~"

Simeon peered around the doorway, motioning someone over. Solomon walked into view.

"Two of them!" I cried, shuffling off the 'ship' to aide my first mate.

"Arrrg!" Solomon growled, instantly adapting to the game. "I'll take the Captain while you take the other."

I watched as Simeon dodge Luke's attacks before noticing Solomon coming after me. I squealed and ran behind the couch, holding the toilet paper roll in one hand.

This could be a sword too... maybe a telescope that turns into a sword.

I held out the 'sword' as Solomon raced around the couch toward me and made a swinging motion toward his leg.

His hand flung to his thigh as he cried out in mock pain. "Man down! Man down!'

Grinning, I plunged my 'sword' into his belly. Solomon fell to the ground a put a hand in the air, seemingly reaching out to something.

"I see.." He winced. "A light at the end of the tunnel..."

In the meantime, Simeon had knocked the sword out of Luke's hands and was now holding him hostage. "Captain (MC)!"

I looked up from a dying Solomon to see Simeon holding the foam sword to Luke. "You've mortally wounded my friend! Now, hand over the treasure or the same goes for your first mate!"

Solomon tried not to crack a smile during his mock death scene but failed. My eyes widened. Luke was in trouble!

"(MC)!" Luke cried. "I'll be fine! Protect the treature!"

"Arg! But I want both!" I ran toward Simeon, swinging the paper tow- er, sword, down on his wrist. He dropped the sword and held out his arm in front of him.

"You cut off me good hand!" He cried, dropping to his knees. I grabbed Luke's hand and ran back to the ship.

"We won!" I grinned, jumping up and down on couch cushings.

Simeon and Solomon looked at each other before laughing and getting off the floor.

"Alright, you guys win." Simeon put his hands up in defeat.

I removed my captain's hat, unable to contain my giggles as I did. Solomon reached under my arms and hoisted me up.

"Cmon, the others are waiting for us."

I groaned in frustration, wanting to keep playing.

"You can play some more later." He patted my back and carried me out of the room, Simeon and Luke following close behind.

Quite the crowd had gathered. Little did I know, it was all about to be explained.

#obey me #obey me agere #obey me shall we date #omswd #agere fic #omswd agere #obey me au

[claymoresword]

You Get Me So High | Maddy Perez x Rue Bennett

Summary: Rue and Maddy are going on a double date but while alone in the car, they get carried away. 18+

Pairing: Rue x Maddy

Wordcount: 1.5k

Warnings: porn basically no plot, top!rue, pda

Note: i saw that pic of zendaya for the first time today and lost my mind a little.. just got me thinking abt how maddy would react seeing rue wear something like that lol needless to say i got carried away but ur gonna benefit from that! enjoy!

ps: its canon to me whenever maddy and rue are together they act like they're the only two people on earth.. cute but totally inconsiderate to everyone around them

apologies for the sheer amount of typos

"For fuck sake." Rue sighs.

She's been searching for something to binge on Netflix but nothing is peaking her interest. Rue stares at her laptop for a few more seconds until she decides to give up.

She picks up her phone and decides to text Maddy instead. The raven haired latina always seemed to have some new gossip to share with her, maybe tonight will be the same.

It's almost as if Maddy could telepathically hear Rue's cry for help because before she's managed to type anything, her phone lights up with a text.

Mads

picking u up in 5 mins.

Rue's eyebrows furrow in confusion.

Rue

what

where we going ?

Mads

kat invited us bowling w her and ethan

u wanna spend time with me don't u

Rue

ofc i do

but i wish you'd tell me earlier i need to mentally prepare for stuff like this

Mads

what does that even mean

im outside btw

Rue glances at her outfit. She's only wearing grey sweatpants and a t shirt. She's basically dressed for bed.

Rue ponders for a second. Maybe she should go put on something else.

Maddy doesnt allow her girlfriend to ruminate on the thought a second longer, she aggressively sounds the car horn.

The older girl is notoriously impatient, Rue will not risk getting on her bad side tonight.

Without missing a beat Rue quickly grabs her phone and wallet, climbing out her bedroom window to meet Maddy in the car.

Rue climbs in the vehicle and greets Maddy with a peck on the lips.

The shorter girl taking the opportunity to deepen the kiss for a few moments, settling her hand on the back of Rue's neck.

"Hey" Rue breathes out against Maddy's lips, as a smile forms on her own.

"Hi" The older girl responds, reciprocating the smile.

Rue leans back and reaches over to put on her seat belt.

"You're literally an angel sent to save me from existential boredom." Rue quips.

Maddy rolls her eyes in response but a smile forms on her lips.

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They pull up to the bowling arena and Maddy takes one final look at herself in the car mirror, running her hands through her hair, making sure she looks presentable.

As Maddy was focused on herself Rue unwarily grabs the bottom of her t shirt lifting it to wipe her mouth. Exposing her toned stomach.

It was only then when Maddy took notice of what Rue was wearing.

She had on an oversized t shirt with grey sweatpants that hung just below her waist, her boxers showing a little.

Maddy feels something stir in the pit of her stomach. She can't really explain why she finds it so attractive. She's heard people talk about how hot sweatpants were on men but she always found it was overrated.

Seeing it on Rue however, it makes sense.

It's as if they were invented specifically for her.

Her girlfriend's ability to look good without really trying has always been something Maddy admired.

Rue goes to pull up her pants slightly still unware of her girlfriend gawking at her.

Maddy then focuses her eyes on Rue's hands, she notices her prominent veins and long fingers.

Her talented fingers.

The taller girl's hands were noticeably large compared to Maddy's smaller more delicate ones.

Rue always knows what to do with her hands.

Maddy finds herself picturing Rue's hands all over her body, grabbing her thighs, her chest, her ass.

Maddy's train of thought gets interrupted when Rue clears her throat. Now finally aware of her girlfriends fixed gaze on her.

"Can i help you with something?" Rue asks humor evident in her tone.

"Hm?" Maddy responds meeting her girlfriend's gaze an innocuous look on her face.

"You're eyeing me like a piece of meat." Rue states.

A smirk forms across Maddy's face but doesn't say anything in response, only leaning in to pull the taller girl in for a deep kiss.

Rue kisses Maddy back just as hard, she leans forward slightly her hand moving to rub the older girl's exposed thigh.

Another rush of arousal goes through Maddy's body this time settling right at her core.

She pushes Rue backwards the younger girl now back in her own seat.

Maddy quickly unbuckles her seatbelt moving her legs up, straddling Rue, her legs settling on either side of the taller girl's hips.

Maddy tugs at the hem of Rue's sweatpants as she places a wet kiss on her neck. She then runs her tongue along the base of her ear before moving down again settling on her pulse point. Rue's breathing quickens, urging the smaller girl to bite down on her neck. That earned a louder more desperate noise from the younger girl.

"Baby, we're in a parking lot." Rue whispers, referring to the amount people going in and out of their cars in the busy area.

"I don't care." Maddy responds, kissing her girlfriend again before grabbing Rue's hand, placing it on her own ass.

Rue gives Maddy's ass a firm squeeze before slowly finding her way back to her thigh.

She lifts up Maddy's skirt slightly, exposing her girlfriend's underwear and giving herself more access.

Rue's is once again rubbing at her girlfriend's thigh but moving no further.

Maddy grows more impatient as she squirms in her girlfriend's lap. Eventually seeking more friction for her now throbbing core, Maddy starts grinding against the taller girl's lap, her hand getting lost in Rue's hair giving it a firm tug.

Rue moves her hand up and kneads Maddy's breast over her top.

The smaller girl's breathing now heavy as a moan spills out of her directly into Rue's mouth, hips still moving against her lap.

"Fuck me." Maddy breathes out, her voice trembling.

Rue moves her hand now placing the palm of her hand directly onto her girlfriend's center rubbing circles over the fabric of her underwear.

Maddy moves her hips following the motion, grinding against Rue's hand.

The younger girl finds the zipper on Maddy's jacket and unzips it with one hand exposing her bare chest. Rue's mouth quickly takes Maddy's nipples into her mouth. Licking it in circles matching the momentum of her other hand on Maddy's pussy.

Maddy whines, growing more desperate.

She hastily grabs Rue's hand dipping it into her underwear, signaling for Rue to put her fingers inside her.

The younger girl dips two fingers into her girlfriend's entrance feeling just how wet the older girl was. Her fingers slide into her with ease and she starts pumping, quick and deep, feeling Maddy's walls contract against her.

Maddy starts moving her hips again, this time bouncing up and down on Rue's fingers assisting with her own pleasure.

Rue feels Maddy's arousal drip onto her hand and down the shorter girl's thigh. Her own breathing now growing more ragged as she watches her girlfriend move against her fingers.

Rue thought Maddy always looked beautiful but she was truly most breathtaking when she's on top of her like this, eager and wanting for release.

Maddy's moans now growing louder and more obscene.

People walking past definitely heard them but Rue didn't care anymore, she actually found immense pleasure in it.

"Fuck- Rue" Maddy chokes out. Hearing her girlfriend say her name with such need sent a jolt throughout Rue's body.

She starts pumping into the older girl deeper and harder.

Like a reflex, Maddy's hand moves to Rue's throat wrapping her fingers around and holding her firmly in place.

She was about to cum, Rue could tell based on Maddy's grip on her neck accompanied with the expression her face and the feeling of her walls tightening against her fingers.

Just as Maddy was reaching her climax, Rue leans forward and bites down on Maddy's neck, hard.

The older girl screams out, and Rue brings her hand over her mouth muffling the deafening sounds of pleasure spilling out of her girlfriend.

Maddy's eyes roll to the back of her head and her whole body is now trembling, as the intense orgasm rips through her.

Rue watches her girlfriend in awe.

She pulls her fingers out of her and Maddy whines at the loss.

Eyes hooded, she watches as Rue licks her fingers clean.

Maddy crashes their lips, rubbing her tongue against Rue's, tasting herself.

"You're so fucking amazing." Maddy says breathless, once their lips disconnected.

Rue pulls her girlfriend in for another kiss without saying a word merely smiling into it, and then moving to place a quick kiss on Maddy's forehead.

Maddy leans her head against Rue's chest, letting herself rest on her lap, trying to regain her strength.

Rue takes the opportunity to rub Maddy's back soothingly giving her the time she needs to recover.

Their moment of bliss was finally interrupted when they hear knocks on the window.

It was Kat.

"What the hell? I've been texting you. This is what you've been doing?" Kat huffs, evidently annoyed.

Maddy lifts her head and meets Rue's gaze both of them stiffling a laugh.

#euphoria #euphoria fic #maddy perez #maddy perez smut #maddy perez x reader #rue bennett #rue bennett smut #rue bennett x reader #maddy perez x rue bennett #maddy x rue

[weird-bookworm]

ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴏᴅ

a/n: inspired by this prompt but this was a great help too (there's stuff i have copied down word to word...)

pairing: platonic kwon soonyoung x lee jihoon

genre: fluff, attempted humour, i have a feeling i failed

word count: almost 0.8k

warnings: me thinking i'm funny

Jihoon was regretting his decision to letting Soonyoung help him. He could've gone to Minghao. Heck, he could've gone to anyone. But no, he saw that Soonyoung was free, in a good mood, and ended up asking him.

And it's not even like he needed help. His sense of style was good enough, and the company would provide them with stylists for the party anyway. Why he said that he would wear his own clothes was beyond him, but he realised his mistake a little too late.

After being asked, Soonyoung had spent ages whining about how only Jihoon was invited and no one else. Then he had proceeded to get excited about the idea of shopping, specially shopping for Jihoon, and had dragged the latter out eagerly.

Jihoon had been part annoyed and part endeared, by his attempt at taking out Jihoon's arm out of it's socket, and his smile respectively.

Truth be told, he admitted that in the greater scheme of things, this wasn't that bad. Soonyoung was a fun person, and aside from the fact that he had dragged Jihoon to try on at least six different tiger themed jackets and shirts, he had a good sense of style.

Plus, having an extra helping hand and more reviews always helped, right?

Most of all, Soonyoung had made it easier for Jihoon to choose his outfit quicker; they were actually done within an hour.

Within that hour though, Soonyoung had managed to poke himself thrice with safety pins (how even? "It's called a safety pin for a reason." Jihoon had sighed and told him after he had whined about it for the thousandth time), had gotten stuck in an overly complicated piece which was Jihoon's size (all he could do was wonder why he had even tried it on in the first place, the ones in his size were right there) and had annoyed Jihoon to the fullest ("nope, not going to happen" "we are not going there" "you do know we're in public, right?" "would you just shut up please?" "...you live to annoy me don't you?").

And while Jihoon was happy how quick they were done with his shopping, he didn't realise that they would be shopping for Soonyoung too. They were currently in a newly-opened store with a complicated name neither of them had even bothered to pronounce.

Jihoon was waiting in front of the changing room as Soonyoung tried on whatever he was trying on inside.

The door suddenly opened and out stepped, trying to be elegant, Soonyoung in a suit. Jihoon had somehow missed him take an entire suit inside in the room.

He watched in slight exasperation and total confusion as Soonyoung twirled in front of the huge mirror in front of the door and fix his collar (which had a goddamn bowtie) with flourish.

"Uh..."

"I have to say, I look pretty good." He grinned at a wide eyed Jihoon through the mirror.

"No, no you do not have to say that." Soonyoung turns around with a pout at that. "Come one, admit it, you know I look good." He gave him a cheeky smile.

Jihoon sighed. "You know what? If you don't get changed and buy whatever you want to buy within ten minutes, Cheol will know what happened to his Prada jacket..."

Soonyoung looked scandalised at the suggestion, stared at Jihoon with furrowed eyebrows for a moment, before he hurried back in in the trial room.

Needless to say, they got home really quickly after that.

i have a feeling this has too many typos, lmk if you find any ✌🏻

#soonyoung is a dork #jihoon is done #creativepromptfills #seventeen #svt #svt imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #hoshi #woozi #soonyoung #jihoon #kwon soonyoung #kwon hoshi #lee jihoon #hoshi x woozi #fluff #kpop #kpop imagines #sky writes!!

[brainrattlers]

Play It Cool - Tyson Jost (38/n)

Pairing: Tyson Jost x OFC (AJ)

Warnings: A little bit of language, some implied naked shenanigans, but honestly I think we're alright.

Word Count: 3525

Need Chapter 37? https://at.tumblr.com/brainrattlers/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-37n/njuzxoktjxn8

Start from the beginning at https://at.tumblr.com/brainrattlers/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-1n/p7no8u1hzuza

Author's Notes: I'm BACK! Decided to hit up a few of the closer Sabres games to me last week, catching both the Dallas and St. Louis games. I think I'm still trying to catch up on sleep... but it was so much fun. The Sabres fans I met at both games were a blast to cheer with. If you happened to see Waldo (of Where's Waldo fame) at the Buffalo/StL game, you found me ;) Thank you all for being patient while I took a little break from writing. And It's nearly 3am so I'm clearly back to my old self - any typos are mine and I'll probably fix them in the morning!

So where were we? Ahhh yes, Tyson and AJ found out the apartment they wanted was available... but he also has a roadie coming up. Will that throw a wrench in the plans to get moved out of the hotel and into a new home?

The next few days were a blur as Tyson was alternating between home and away games, while AJ was finalizing things for a potential move to the new apartment. She had taken the lead on getting things set up, wanting to make the transition as smooth as possible considering it was the middle of the season - moving anytime is stressful. AJ wasn’t connecting the dots though that this is the man that flies all over the continent to play hockey, waking up in different cities, different beds, wasn’t a huge deal. She was probably making it out to be more detrimental to him than it really was.

But more about the apartment, as soon as AJ took Tyson to see it, he knew that was the one. The property manager hadn’t even shown them past the first two rooms but the giddiness on AJ’s face was enough to tell him it was going to be home, at least for now. The master bedroom was huge, with an en suite bath, including both a shower and a bathtub. 

(“No more waiting for you to get out of the tub so I can shower, yeah?” 

“You’re just as guilty of soaking in a nice hot bath. Don’t think I didn’t notice the missing bath bomb from my basket.” 

“Can’t prove it was me.”

“Your legs and torso were slightly shimmery and you smelled of lavender, Jost.”

Tyson sheepishly grinned.)

There was a guest room in case friends or family came into town. Another room that AJ could set up her computer gear, and also work on some art projects. The two figured that a sofa would be super comfy in there as well, one that could turn into a bed for even more guests if necessary. The kitchen was more than large enough for the two of them to dance while doing dishes. 

AJ’s favorite part was how many windows lined the walls. She already could envision stands and shelves of plants flanking them, letting the leaves soak up the natural light that flooded the rooms through various hours of the day. To the west, Key Bank Arena and Lake Erie were visible in the distance.

Hearing of her plans, he couldn’t say no. On top of it making AJ happy, it was a short drive to both the practice rink and the arena. It was a trendy, renovated part of town that was busy with restaurants and things to see and do. They’d be up high enough on the twelfth floor to not be bothered with the street noise. It all just felt right.

Needless to say, they signed a lease that day, and would be able to move in within weeks. This posed a small issue for AJ, but she wasn’t going to make mention of it. At least this time around, Tyson insisted on hiring movers to bring all their stuff up, especially with it being on such a high floor. AJ would just have to direct traffic and then unpack boxes, with all the heavy stuff being put into place already. She wasn’t about to argue about that this time around.

With a loss at home against Florida, the team hit the road for Chicago, losing in OT to one of the league’s worst teams. The next two games were at home, against the Islanders and Ducks. The first game was a win, with Tyson netting himself an assist. The next day found Tyson at practice, and AJ helping the movers get furniture put into place, and boxes all loaded up into various rooms. The remaining items at the hotel were starting to dwindle as AJ moved most of their belongings over.

Coming back from practice, Tyson found the hotel room missing AJ as she was in the process of moving some stuff the few blocks over to the new building. He sighed, looking at the garland and lights that still lined the ceiling of their room. Gently he pulled the hooks from the walls, looping the lights and shiny garland neatly and placing it in one of the empty bins. He honestly was going to miss it at the new place, even though that very same new place was home. 

Even when AJ came back to pick up more stuff, the lack of twinkling lights reflecting against the walls made the place feel empty.

With most everything moved over, the last few things in the room were just pillows, a few sets of clothes, and the last few items needed in the bathroom. AJ had made mention it was going to take a while to get some stuff unpacked, and with Tyson going on the road here in a few days, that maybe they could officially “move in” once he returned. Her outward intent was to get most everything unpacked while he was gone, but that was going to be a little difficult as she actually had some plans already in the works for something else.

The two slept hard that night in the hotel, after moving and unpacking a few boxes, as well as rearranging some furniture. The next morning, AJ was back at it, while Tyson had morning skate before the Anaheim game. Taking some time off, she snagged a ticket and made her way to the arena to cheer on the Sabres with a 6-3 victory. Tyson had a pretty good night, another assist and some pretty good numbers in the box score.

One final night together in the hotel… AJ had issues keeping Tyson focused on getting packed up for the four game roadie, which would send him to Dallas, St. Louis, Winnipeg, and ending in St. Paul. Tyson’s interests were more about some late night shenanigans to literally go out with a bang before officially moving into the new apartment. While getting his backpack filled and his suit laid out for the trip, AJ was trying to secretly pack her own backpack, giving the reason of “oh this is my last bag of stuff to go over.”

Little did Tyson know that, while technically true, that bag was going to be making some of the same stops on the roadie.

That Sunday morning, Tyson had morning practice before heading to the airport. In the same time frame, AJ go the last of their stuff moved from the hotel, and she herself headed to the airport, boarding a different plane. She felt awful for what she was about to do.

AJ: Hey babe, I’m pretty exhausted and am going to crash for a bit. Text me when you land?

She wasn’t lying. The motion sickness pills she downed as she got to the airport were kicking in and she likely was going to sleep on the plane. But all the same, AJ felt a little dirty about it.

Right before takeoff, AJ’s phone, which was supposed to be in airplane mode (seriously, who actually puts their phone in airplane mode when flying?), buzzed in her hand.

Tyson: Sleep well babe, only a few more sleeps until we’re both back in our bed. Heading to the airport here in a bit. Ily

A smile hit AJ’s face, thinking about having a space that was truly theirs, with their own things, and room to move around, and could set up everything the way they wanted. As the plane took off, she fidgeted with the engagement ring on her finger, focusing on it, rather than the upward movement of the plane that made her dizzy. Once at cruising altitude, AJ indeed fell asleep to one of Tyson’s house mixes. It took the passenger next to her tapping her on the shoulder to wake her up as they were landing at DFW - what felt like minutes later, but really was hours.

Collecting her bag and trekking through the airport, AJ found her way to the Orange Line, and took the train into Dallas. It was a quiet day on the train, considering it was not a weekday. Watching out the windows, she took in views she’d never seen before. Hopping off at Victory Station, which spit her out right by the arena, leaving the rest of the way to her hotel as about a half mile walk. Checking in, she made her way to the third floor and faceplanted on the bed.

Tyson: On the ground in Dallas. Miss you already. How’s unpacking?

AJ looked around and saw her bag sitting on the ottoman in her room.

AJ: Honestly haven’t really unpacked much. Kind of relaxing at the moment honestly.

Tyson: Understand completely, no big rush. I think we’re going out for dinner. Talk more later?

AJ: Of course. Have fun! (heart emoji)

Looking at her watch, AJ was trying to figure out what to do with her evening. She didn’t want to chance somehow bumping into Tyson going out for dinner, but at the same time, everything nearby was stupidly pricey in her eyes. In a last minute decision, she put in an order online for Shake Shack, and walked to Crescent Court to pick it up. Thankfully, unlike the last time AJ was at Crescent Court with Jess the year before, there were no team buses or players around. With food in tow, she arrived back at her hotel, sprawling out on the sofa to enjoy dinner and a movie. 

It was driving her nuts though knowing Tyson was maybe a mile away, but she’d see him soon enough.

With a few texts, both insisted they were needing sleep, and that they’d talk more Monday.

Snagging breakfast at the hotel, AJ contemplated what to do before the game that evening. Checking out what was nearby, she walked to the Dallas Museum of Art, taking in a wide variety of pieces by famous artists. At the same time Tyson was a half mile away getting ready for morning skate, with a strange feeling. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but something definitely felt odd.

Tyson missed AJ, but it wasn’t the same as other roadies. He had butterflies in his stomach for some reason.

After finishing up at the museum, AJ got in a nap before getting cleaned up and heading to the arena. There were a surprising number of Sabres fans at American Airlines Center. Getting down to the glass on the Sabres’ warmup side, AJ knew where Tyson would be warming up. She had a tiny sign that would fit in her backpack she traveled with.

The fans congregated together, chatting about where everyone was from and who everyone’s favorite players were. While she agreed that Thompson and Dahlin were great players, AJ made mention that Tyson Jost was her favorite. The guy with the kid next to her looked at her weird, but another person piped up, commenting on what a great pickup he was for the Sabres. It made her heart happy.

Looking around the end of the ice, there were a number of other signs for players, including a couple more for Tyson. Impatiently waiting until the 16:00 mark was tough for AJ, but the team took to the ice tossing pucks at Anderson playing in his 700th game. Her eyes followed Tyson around, where they did their initial drills. Tyson went to the other side of the glass, reading a poster another fan had, offering a choice of candy, probably for a puck. He skated back to the bench with something and tossed it to the equipment manager before grabbing a puck and starting his own stickhandling drill.

Not even paying attention, he drilled the puck into the boards directly under AJ’s feet and caught the rebound on his stick. Looking up, he saw a small poster, and then looked up even further to see who was holding it. The smile on his face couldn’t be contained as he skated closer, mouthing “Hey you!” as AJ gave a tiny wave. Leaning down, he got a puck on his stick and sent it over the glass to the kid directly next to her, fist bumping him through the glass. The butterflies in Tyson’s stomach from earlier now made sense.

The guy who previously looked at AJ weird for saying Jost was her favorite tapped her on the shoulder.

“What was that?”

“We’ve known each other since he played for Colorado. Thought I’d surprise him at the game.” AJ chuckled.

With warmups complete, and in fact, Buffalo stayed on the ice longer than the warmup clock lasted just to get under the skin of the Stars, AJ found her seat behind the Sabres’ bench. Luckily it was filled with other Sabres fans and she made some new friends that night. The game started off not so great with the Stars scoring within the first two minutes, but the Sabres fired back later in the first. The game went silent in the 2nd, but in the third period, the Sabres scored early to have a 2-1 lead. Later in the period, the Stars tied it up. Throughout the game, Tyson glanced back finding AJ cheering for the team in white and blue.

The Sabres held on to take it to OT.

“I’m standing up,” Dan, AJ’s new friend sitting next to her, stated. “With our top lines out there 3-on-3, this isn’t going to last long. We’re standing up.”

Everyone stood up behind the bench, which pissed off the row behind them, but it was well worth it. Power scored fifty-six seconds into the overtime period, giving the Sabres the win. The Sabres fans cheered, while the Stars fans were left sulking as they walked the stairs to the concourse of the arena. The team piled into the dressing room, and headed for the airport as they were to play St. Louis the next day.

Tyson: EGGO you’re crazy for flying out here! I love you for it though, made my night.

AJ: Crazy about YOU! Fun game. Wish I were flying with you tonight.

Tyson: Me too. When do you fly out?

AJ had to word this very carefully.

AJ: My flight is at 11:15. Figured I could at least score some breakfast before I leave (lol emoji)

Tyson: Text me when you land? We’re taking off.

AJ: You know it babe. Safe travels, love you!

AJ was asleep when the next text hit her phone, of Tyson landing in St. Louis. He was glad she seemingly slept through it. As much as he still loved getting to say “text you when I land” and then doing so, he always felt a little pang of guilt if she’d text back at 3am wherever she was in comparison. At the same time he did enjoy some of her sleepy text typos, and imagining her bleary-eyed in bed texting him back.

What did wake AJ up was her alarm so she would make it downstairs to, yes, get breakfast, pack up, and take the train back to DFW. Not thinking fully about the weather when she packed, as soon as she took a few steps onto the sidewalk of Harry Hines Blvd, it started raining, and she did not pack her umbrella. Walking under overhangs as much as she could, which was tough around the arena because there aren’t any, AJ was becoming more and more soggy as she reached the train stop. Thankfully she made it just in time for the Orange line back, and sat back as it poured down rain the whole way to the airport. Once through security, she sat next to a window with a mint hot chocolate from Dunkin watching the rain.

A quick text was sent as she boarded the plane, and was finally in the air. A bit later, she was on the ground again. AJ’s Lyft driver was awesome, the two chatted the whole way from the airport to her destination. However, that text she said she’d send was a little delayed.

AJ: Hey, on the ground. How was your flight?

Tyson: It was alright, got in around 1am like you saw. Yours?

AJ: Not bad. Hoped I’d get some sleep but didn’t. Oh damn it’s almost time for you to get ready to play, isn’t it? Kick some ass tonight, Jost. (heart emoji)

Tyson: Only because you said so. Going to miss you in the stands, last night spoiled me.

AJ: You’ll see me soon enough. I’ll be watching the game, cheering you on!

Tyson stared at the last message, getting that odd feeling he had in Dallas again.

“Surely she isn’t here… no… she went back home, right?” 

A few of the guys in the dressing room noticed how antsy Tyson was to get out onto the ice for warmups. Kyle was giving him shit for the fact AJ was in Dallas to surprise him the night before, and how he was acting like his kids do when they are excited to be going out for ice cream. The feeling in Tyson’s stomach wasn’t subsiding. He was fidgeting with the tape on his stick waiting for the moment they could take the ice. 

Keeping his normal focus was difficult as warmups began, and he started scanning the glass. There were a number of fans, both for the Sabres and Blues already lined up. With a deep breath he went back to doing drills, trying to push the butterflies down. Okie skated up along the boards and stopped, looking back and winking at the person behind him.

As the team drills wound down, Tyson went back toward the center line doing some stretches, when someone caught his eye. Squinting, suddenly his eyes went wide as he continued warming up his legs. Hopping up, he grabbed a puck to do his drills between the blue line and the faceoff circle. 

Finishing up, he attempted to get the puck to hop onto his stick blade, but he missed not once, but twice. Looking up, his face was a little flushed as he smiled at AJ, still fumbling around. Reaching down, trying to just simply pick up the puck with his gloves, Tyson still was struggling. Finally with the puck in his hands, and his face now full on blushing, he got the puck over to the kids slapping the glass next to her. With a look back and wink at AJ, he felt like the luckiest man on Earth that his fiancee was at the game again, even if she weren’t behind the bench this time around.

There were definitely less Sabres fans at this game in St. Louis than in Dallas, but AJ made the best of it with her #LETSGOBUFFALO sign as she sat behind the Sabres Attack Twice goal. What made it even better was the 5-3 win over the Blues… especially with AJ’s history with games in St. Louis. 

What made the night less stellar was that St. Louis was under a winter storm warning until noon the next day, and AJ’s flight was leaving the next morning at 5:40AM, with her Lyft coming at 3:10AM. She was terrified of one of three things happening:

She was going to oversleep, the original plan was actually to stay awake until her ride arrived.

Her ride was going to cancel and she would have no way to get to the airport on time.

The airport was going to shut down due to the weather.

Thankfully none of these happened, and she did in fact make it to the airport in time. After getting through security (being harassed by a rather rude TSA agent that thought she had something on her ankle, which, surprise, there was nothing but her ankle there), she made her way to Starbucks to snag a drink and prepare for the first of two flights. The snow was really starting to come down though and made her worried.

Just like Tyson’s gut was telling him something the previous few days, her’s was now talking to her.

Tyson and the team had flown out of St. Louis after the game thankfully, and he was safe on the ground in Winnipeg.

Knowing he was asleep, AJ just sent a quick note that she was at the airport, indeed going back to Buffalo, as much as she wanted to continue the roadie with him. She was nervous about the weather, hoping to make her connection as she was already delayed 40 minutes. The plus side, the flight wasn’t full and she ended up getting her own row on that flight.

On the ground in Dallas again, she was stressing hardcore about the connection, it was in a completely different terminal. But the flight deities smiled upon AJ that day and somehow getting out of the jetway and down the hallway, she found herself in Terminal B, right near her gate that had not yet started boarding.

AJ: Made my connection, heading home to Buffalo. (heart emoji)

Tyson looked sleepily at his phone screen with one eye, then put it back on the nightstand next to him. A warm feeling filled his chest upon seeing AJ call Buffalo “home.”

#Tyson Jost #Josty #Play It Cool #Tyson Jost x OFC #TysonTuesday #Buffalo Sabres #Colorado Avalanche

[goatsandgangsters]

this is..... quite possibly the most ironic typo I have ever encountered

#textbooks is shitposts #unfortunately I don't remember the context #it was from SOME book I worked on but this screenshot has been on my desktop for a while so i don't remember what exactly it's about #needless to say. I made sure we fixed this typo

[stanzoeywade]

snap battles (poppy x mc)

A/N: i remember seeing something about a what if scenario in which poppy and mc are secretly dating and they hide it in a stereotypical rom-com style. however, it would be boring if it doesn't have the enemies to lovers trope so i decided why not fuck around and write something that evolves into a rom-com? day 2 prompt 'present'. i'll fix the formatting later this isn't the full thing yet because i haven't finished it yet. happy #poppyweekend simps. sorry for all the typos this has been sitting in my drafts since last year 🤡

Summary: in which poppy is a bored rich kid and accidentally adds her archnemesis on snapchat, all because of a few bottles of champagne, leading her to sync her contacts and automatically add everyone.

Taglist: @somewillwin @uhh-the-green-thing @jmojellybae @simp-pony @made-me-deep-blue @belvoiresqueenbee @samanthadalton @crazzyplays @baexpoppy @somin-yin @narierei2709 @thatwhorefromnextdoor @ashleyfenner @cloud9in @calraquin @wolfietheduckyou @promisedneverwrite @penda-bear

Poppy regrets using the sync button on Snapchat. Someone needs to remind her that she needs to sue the person who invented said button, after all it caused her to accidentally add Rosie Hughes. AKA her archnemesis, the one person she despises more than the imbecilic gossip monger known as 'The T'.

The sync button has got to be the most inefficient and useless one. It's the stupidest thing in the entire universe, the developers need to make sure that their drunk consumers don't do anything stupid during the times they go out partying, as it leads to stupid decisions such as looking through Snapchat while bored, drunk or simply because one needs an ego boost. Adding random people you see at the party so that they can feed your vanity and be envious of the glamorous life you lead.

She's refreshed her Instagram and Twitter feed three times, checked all her messages and emails, but there was nothing to distract her from her current boredom. It didn't help that she had been drinking glass after glass of champagne, taking into account how one of the servers gave her a healthy supply of the drink. Needless to say, Poppy was feeling a bit tipsy and she had no choice but to open Snapchat hoping to rid herself of boredom, not taking into account how easy it is to misclick and add Rosie Hughes.

She hoped that the warning was not part of the terms and conditions, it'd make it hard for her to file a complaint.

Groaning as she finally awoke, Poppy stretches, her hair disheveled, mascara running down her cheeks staining the pillow. Hungover, irritated and grumpy, she scrambles around her bed trying to find her phone, only to regret what she found. Brand new numbers appearing, half of whom she doesn't know. Rolling her eyes, Poppy deletes all the new contacts and feels her heart falter when the name R Hughes appears on her list of Snapchat names.

Her sleepiness fades away as she continues to stare at the name, not believing herself to be stupid enough to add her mortal enemy. Adding insult to injury, the conniving little brat had the gall to add her back, leaving Poppy to draw the simple conclusion that Rosie was fucking with her. What other reason would said girl have for adding her back, if not to torment her? 'Once I see her, I'm going to wipe her face off the earth, who does she think she is?' thought Poppy as she prepared for the day ahead.

-Zeta House Kitchen-

"I'm telling you Chlo, that irritating tramp is devising a plan against me, I'm sure of it." she says whilst browsing through Rosie's uneventful story on Snapchat. The snaps consisted of her brunch with Zoey, which stirred something within Poppy, but she couldn't quite describe the feeling. There was also another snap which shows her walking her puppy, which Poppy couldn't help but replay, considering Bear, the pug looked dashing in the tuxedo he was wearing. The corner of her mouth twitched upwards, unable to contain her joy, as animals have always been her one and only weakness.

She was shaken out of her reverie once she realises that she's been staring too long at Rosie's snaps. "I'm telling you, she's up to no good. The impudent little witch probably has something up her sleeve to try and piss me off and once she does, I'm gonna shove my foot up her ass."

Chloe barely resists the urge to roll her eyes at her friend's antics. "You're so dramatic Pops, maybe she doesn't care about who she adds on social media." she says barely paying attention as she opts to continue studying her anthropology book, going over her notes before class. "Also, it's way too early to be threatening our peers, don't you think? It's not even half past 10 and you're already about to pick a fight."

Poppy inhales sharply as she turns to face Chloe. "You underestimate how aggravating Hughes can be." remarked Poppy, tone venomous. "Did you forget how she humiliated us last year? She's probably waiting until later to post something that vaguely insults me on Instagram or Twitter, because she knows that it'll piss me off."

Chloe exhales as she tries to fight off her amusement, she knows that if she laughs Poppy will no doubt send her the nastiest glare, so she calms herself. "Look Pops, it could be as simple as the fact that Hughes doesn't take social media as seriously as you. I mean have you seen her feed? It's not as curated and micromanaged as yours. Besides she probably adds everyone, she added Veronica and I too."

"Whatever, I know she's planning something with her lackeys." says Poppy as she continues to check all of her social media trying to find anything insinuating being posted on Rosie's page.

"Why is this such a big deal for you? I thought you two had that public truce where you swore not to fuck with each other. What was the point of doing that if she's just going to insult you on her socials. She knows it will incite a riot because of drama."

Poppy frowns as she mulls over Chloe's words. 'To be fair when we truced, she genuinely seemed to mean it. Also, Hughes hasn't done anything remotely antagonistic to her in months.'

Crossing her legs, she says "Well that's what makes this whole situation suspicious. Why did she add me? Why now? There's definitely something going on. She's probably still pissed off at me because she's that petty and wants revenge. After all, we did spend all of last year clawing at each other's throat with backhanded insults and actions. I mean it makes sense, being in a truce is the best time to let out all your anger just because you've missed the arguments."

Chloe blinks, looking at Poppy like she's out of her mind, as she watches the girl continue.

"I mean nowhere in that truce did we say that we had to act nice or befriend one another. It was set so that neither of us actively tried to murder each other."

Chloe needs to take a moment to gather herself before she can respond. She shakes her head, trying to process this whole situation, which was bizzare to say the least. "Look Poppy, you and Rosie have been trying all of last year to ruin each other's lives, no matter what. You're so used to bickering and arguing that it's ingrained in your brain to be agitated when it comes to each other. You're just looking for something petty so that you can start a fight. Just because it's something you're so used to doing. Speaking of which by the way, you should use all of that pent up energy and channel it into something constructive."

Poppy raises a brow. "Which means what, exactly?"

"You can always try to befriend Hughes, try and make amends, amongst other things." said Chloe with a smirk.

"Like what?" Poppy asks, as Chloe continues to smile. "Well, I mean you've been complaining about the lack of cute students in Belvoire when you're drunk. I'd say that Rosie Hughes is more than acceptable, she's quite easy on the eyes. Also because I'm tired of you calling me when you're drunk telling me about the fact that you're too pretty to be single."

Poppy's skin flushes, embarrassed. "Stop reminding me of that. Oh my God! I was wasted."

"Besides Pops, Rosie seems interested in you. Who knows, maybe if you shoot your shot you might actually succeed."

"What?" asked a baffled Poppy.

"You do realise that Rosie is gay and single right?"

"Your point being?" said Poppy.

"You've asked me to send cute people your way and I'm suggesting Rosie Hughes."

"Rosie is a big pass, I'd rather die."

"I don't know Pops, you're both on Snapchat and you're both single, it sounds like a rom-com in the making." remarked Chloe, as she teases her blonde friend.

'I mean, Chloe has a point. Farmsville isn't bad, and it's not like it's their first time hooking up. However, she knows how insufferable Hughes can be.' Poppy catches onto the fact that she actually considered dating Rosie and it makes her cringe. 'It's official, I've gone insane. There's nothing remotely attractive about Rosie Hughes.'

"Earth to Poppy! Are you okay? I was kidding. You don't need to spazz out, I'm just suggesting that you keep your prospects open." said Chloe as she sends Poppy a mischievous winks which only earns her a frustrated grunt.

"There's a higher chance of hell freezing over before I touch that skank. Have you forgotten that she literally slept with half of our so-called friends? I'd rather not touch Veronica and Carter's sloppy seconds."

Chloe doesn't resist rolling her eyes. "You say that as if you didn't sleep with her too." She deadpans causing Poppy to blush as she stutters. "T-that meant nothing. I was just using her as a distraction."

"Yeah, a distraction. Did you forget that my room is literally adjacent to yours? Thanks for not letting me sleep."

Poppy wishes that the ground would swallow her whole. Her whole face is flushed and she can feel the heat spreading all throughout her body. Clearly embarrassed, she squeaks out a response. "Shut up Chlo, that was one time." (That's a lie, she's hooked up with Hughes more than once, but she's not telling Chloe that.)

"Yeah, well maybe you should do it again, because the next day you looked so relaxed and unbothered. You were literally glowing. That's like the first time I've ever seen you genuinely happy. Anyways, text me later, I've got to get to class." Chloe blows Poppy a kiss as she leaves to go to class.

Poppy stares as her friend leaves, and she just sighs because she can feel a migraine coming on.

 

-LATER THAT EVENING-

A whole day has passed and Poppy has yet to see any call-out or vague posts on Rosie's social media, and she has to concede. Maybe Chloe was right, maybe Rosie didn't take social media as seriously as she does. Rosie definitely did not seem to care about the layout of her socials.

Hell, even when she passed by Poppy earlier on campus, Rosie didn't even say anything. Only acknowledging her presence with a small nod. Rosie didn't even instigate a glaring match, opting to go about her day without even as much speaking to Poppy, which was suspicious but she doesn't dwell on it.

She refuses to agree with Chloe, she definitely does not enjoy arguing with Rosie, but she's not going to lie, she was looking forward to Rosie using this slight mishap to start something, but then she realises that Chloe would be right about purposefully picking fights just because it's something she is familiar with. She refuses to admit that she enjoys anything related to Rosie.

Okay, fine, sometimes Poppy would replay her stories whenever it had Bear in it and occasionally she would say something funny. Provided that Poppy is sleep deprived, uncaffeinated and squinting, she has to admit that there are times where Hughes looked passable. She definitely does not replay those endearing snaps of Rosie acting sweet to Bear and talking to him in an exaggerated baby voice. Definitely not. She only replays those because Bear looks absolutely darling, not because she finds Rosie attractive. Not at all.

Speaking of which, if Rosie doesn't care about adding her on Snapchat then it's not a big deal. She sure as hell isn't going to give Rosie the satisfaction of making a fuss. Besides, Poppy looks at everyone's story so it's not like Rosie is anything special.

The evening proved to be uneventful until late. Poppy was in her pyjamas getting ready for her normal nightly routine.

Life really has a way of fucking with people. Surprised would be an understatement as Poppy stares at the notification on her phone. She was just doing her daily skincare ritual when the familiar ping of her phone caught her attention. She's set on ignoring it, but when she reads the notification, a scowl graces her perfect features.

SNAPCHAT from R HUGHES

"Of course the little slag waits until the evening to mess with me. I swear to God I am going to destroy this whore." muttered Poppy as she grabbed her phone, livid.

She opens Snapchat to see what Hughes sent. She already knows it's probably something petty and annoying. After all, it is Rosie's specialty.

Imagine her shock when she opened the snap. Instead of anything offensive, she received a selfie of Rosie. The selfie had nothing in common with what she usually posts in her stories, it looks too intimate for the public. The raven-haired girl was staring at the camera with a sultry expression whilst she pouted seductively. Her bright red lipstick emphasised the pout, as her disheveled hair fell on her shoulders. Rosie was wearing a low-cut dress that drew Poppy's eyes to her chest, cleavage pushed up and accentuated by the downward angle.

Poppy can feel her face getting warm, blood rushing to places that it shouldn't. This was her enemy for God's sake. She shouldn't be feeling like some horny teenager, just because of a stupid selfie. It definitely didn't help that the bane of her existence looked gorgeous.

She stares at the photo for a few seconds before she finally manages to read the caption.

'please, we know you'd want a bite of this if you could 😘'.

It takes every ounce of self control for Poppy not to scream. She was definitely too fucking gay and sexually frustrated for this shit.

The snap disappears before she can fully grasp the situation. Her mind goes back to the scandalous image that was sent to her by Hughes. She remembers the way Rosie's dress hugged her assets, showing off every curve, and the lascivious way she stared at the camera. It was absolutely sinful, and Poppy is still shell-shocked. Everything in that picture took her breath away. Who knew her enemy could look that good?

What sleep paralysis demon possessed Rosie to send her that image?

Poppy isn't going to lie, she definitely enjoyed seeing the image and it'd be pretty shitty of her to leave such a pretty girl on read. So against her better judgement, Poppy puts on light makeup as she changes into her pastel pink negligee that she knows drives people insane, after all she's gotten pretty good reviews and you'd be hard-pressed to find any complaints when it comes to her selfie capabilities. She makes sure to put on her favourite Chanel lipstick that she knows makes her lips look biteable, fluffing her hair making sure that she looks impeccable as she poses for the camera.

It takes her a few trials to get the angle right, she knows she looks delectable. She bites her bottom lip for the picture. Her negligee is transparent, showing off her pale porcelain skin. It also wraps around her frame, capturing every curve perfectly. The flimsy fabric leaves little to the imagination. The garment and the angle showing off her best assets.

'Not bad for a walking Target ad. Who knew you could look good, Farmsville? Certainly not me. 😜'

She can't help the smirk that graces her lips. 'There, let's see you match that Hughes.' That should be enough to leave her tongue-tied.

R Hughes is typing…

Poppy's phone pings once again, and she stares at the notification, which has been there for more than a minute. What was Hughes trying to achieve? Was she typing out a whole book as a response to the picture?

R Hughes

>fuck

>tHat's not supposed to be for you

>I MEant to send that to Zo

>I fuckijg hate SNAOCHAT

Poppy would be lying if she didn't find that hilarious, but it also stirred something in her. Why was Rosie Hughes sending such intimate pictures with Zoey Wade? Besides, it wasn't surprising that Hughes would send her something by accident, said girl is prone to accidents after all. Although, it makes her think about Rosie's conversation with Zoey. What were they talking about for her to send something like that? She rolls her eyes, as she types out a response. She was too tired to spare any energy thinking about the inner goings of Rosie's mind.

Poppy Min-Sinclair

>what kinda shit are you and zoey talking about to warrant such a picture

>a little fuck and go before graduation?

>didn't think you had it in you skank

>oh wait nevermind, you've slept with half my friends to reach the top 💩

Poppy knows she's practically asking for an argument at this point, but she couldn't help it. The whole thing between Rosie and Zoey made her head spin, she didn't know why it was such a big deal. She's not going to lie, she missed the banter with Rosie. It was exhilarating, no one was brave enough to stand up to her, that is until hog-calling Rosie Hughes showed up. It made her feel a rush she's never felt before, not even when she was dating Carter.

Her phone buzzes for what felt like the millionth time.

R Hughes is typing…

R Hughes

>fuck you

>you're still a massive bitch, at least that hasn't changed

>zoey and I just joke around from time to time, like friends do

>oh wait you wouldn't know, you don't have any 😈

Poppy couldn't help the chuckle that escapes her. Who knew Belvoire's resident good girl had claws? This was definitely going to be fun.

Poppy Min-Sinclair

>first of all I know I'm a bitch but at least I acknowledge it

>anyways, thanks for the entertainment Hughes, I was having a dull evening

R Hughes

>don't tell me you actually enjoyed the photo I sent?

Poppy Min-Sinclair

>😘

>in your dreams

>i was feeling charitable today which is why i even bothered to respond

>toodles

Poppy knows that she’s lying but she’d rather die than admit that she actually found her mortal enemy attractive, even if they’ve had brief flings before. Those flings were enjoyable enough but she’d be hard-pressed to feed Rosie’s ego.

She knows that her mortal enemy is probably fuming right about now, and little does she know, she’s absolutely right. Her phone screen lights up notifying her that Rosie was typing, but after a few beats of continued silence, Poppy chortles, amused that she’s managed to silence the bane of her existence. The kissy face emoji was a bit much, but if it gets her results then she definitely wasn’t above using it again.

When she doesn’t get a response back, Poppy knows that she has won this round by claiming the last word.

She leaves her phone on her nightstand, leaving it to charge as she wipes away her carefully applied make-up, after all breaking out isn’t exactly on her agenda this week.

Poppy goes to sleep at peace, knowing she’s rendered Rosie speechless.

-ROSIE POV-

“What the hell is her deal? She compliments me and then backtracks to insulting me again. She’ so fucking infuriating.” mutters Rosie as she barely holds back a snarl.

In contrast to Poppy’s peaceful sleep, Rosie spends the whole night tossing and turning as she overthinks about this whole ordeal.

‘Why did she compliment me and then send such a nice picture only for her to completely blow it out of the water by insulting me again? This is weird even for Poppy. Sure she’s a bitch but she never compliments anyone, not even her best friends.’ thought Rosie as she holds her phone, trying to formulate a response, until she decides not to take the bait. Poppy did say she was bored, and she didn’t really feel up to arguing with Poppy at god awful hours.

Next time for sure, she’s going to wipe the smirk that Poppy's probably sporting, by leaving her an inarticulate and stuttering mess.

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[chasingpj]

𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫

pairing: leo valdez x child of iris!reader

requested?: yes!

translation: full of color

warnings: uhh, mentions of mental health and ?? maybe some typos lmao

category: headcanons, fluff, best friends to lovers

pre-relationship

though, leo saw you around camp often, you caught interest in him before he caught interest in you

i mean, he literally couldn't miss you because your outfits were always bright, whether it was a combination of colors or monochromatic

you and your siblings actually look like a rainbow threw up on you guys, and it's honestly iconic

no one at camp can not notice the children of iris, especially when they're in a herd

one day, you were sitting alone at a picnic table near the lake, and you found yourself drawing him in your sketchbook

you sketched a portrait of him while he spoke to piper at a table nearby

you've always found the floppy curls and how his brightest smiles always look a little manic to be adorable

when you sketched his portrait in your notebook, you didn’t intend for him ever to see it

until a couple of weeks later in the arts and crafts center, leo passed by and caught sight of a new project you were working on

he stopped in his tracks to compliment your drawing

since you were nowhere near done with it, you couldn’t admire the piece as much as he was

but his enthusiasm was so endearing

he politely asked if he could see more, and you didn’t hesitate to slide over your sketchbook

he noticed a lot of your drawings were scenery and people at camp; especially your siblings

he stumbled across a detailed sketch of a woman and her child sitting in a bus

“wow… who’s this?”

“oh, I don’t know. It was just a little girl I saw on the train with her mother.”

“so you just drew her?”

you never realized how weird your habit of drawing random people was until he had asked

you giggled nervously, quick to explain yourself, “I tend to draw people or things that I find beautiful. I wanted to capture how calm and happy she was with her child ‘cause at the time, I was stressed and angry. Watching and drawing her made me calm.”

leo nodded, a faint smile on his lips before looking back down at the drawing. “that’s really cool,” he complimented, and you shifted in your seat, suddenly shy.

And then it hit you

you were so willing to show leo all your works that you had completely forgotten that his portrait was in that book

your pulse thumped loud in your ears, mind racing to figure out a way to take away your sketchbook before he could see it

you ended up spending so long thinking of what to do that he arrived on the page in no time

right before he could see the drawing in its entirety, you slammed the book closed and snatched it

leo’s startled expression turned into a mischievous smirk

“was that me?”

you froze in your place; a squeaky sound escaped your throat in your embarrassment

leo’s brown eyes sparkled as he leaned into you, your gaze fixed on his, “y/n, you think I’m beautiful?”

AHHHH!

^^ that was you in your head btw

leo laughed, amused at your attempt to deny it

“then why did you snatch it away?” he raises an eyebrow before reaching over quickly to grab the sketchbook back

you didn't pull it out of his reach fast enough, leo getting a grip on one side

the two of you pull it back and forth, leo laughing at you as you continued to deny what he saw

though you were incredibly embarrassed, you couldn't contain the laughter bubbling in your chest

gods, of course, this would happen to me, you thought

he got it out of your grip, and you sighed in defeat, watching him flip to the page of him and piper

he was quiet, studying the picture for a second before giving you that playful smirk

“you think I’m beautiful?” he asked again

you playfully rolled your eyes, “it was more piper than you.”

your tone was sarcastic, only fueling leo’s banter with you

“oh really?” he chuckled to himself, “but i’m the only one colored in.”

you were silent at his observation before scoffing, “whatever.”

leo only laughed as you take the book away from him

“don’t you have somewhere to be, fire boy?” you asked and nudged his shoulder

the glint in your eyes made him smile, and he shrugged, “i guess i do. i'll see you around."

you nodded, too shy to do anything else, and he walked off

after that, leo took it upon himself to talk to you every day

leo teased you about the drawing all the time, and he found the way you would play along to be funny

before you both fell in love, you were close friends

you had such an optimistic point of view about life, and it was pretty contagious

somehow when leo was in the dumps about something, you always knew what to say

you were just so easy to talk to, and because of this, your friendship just grew naturally

your first kiss was towards the end of summer

leo invited you to hang out with him in bunker nine at, specifically, 6 pm

you teasingly asked if it was a date, and you remember the way he tensed up a bit

with a mumble, he asked, "what if it is?"

from the tone in his voice, you knew he wasn’t joking

in fact, his tone was hesitant, a part of him was expecting you to reject him

then the heavy pit in his stomach turned light when you smiled and said, "then I'm down."

the grin leo gave you made your heart flutter like crazy

your first date consisted of eating snacks and watching a movie on one of those portable DVD players

You picked up on the tension between you and him, and noticed the opportunities for a kiss kept passing

it was until Leo walked you to your cabin that night did you have a moment of boldness and asked, "so are you going to kiss me or?"

leo's eyes widen in surprise before his face broke out in the familiar smirk he gives when he flirts with you

you rolled your eyes playfully and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him into you

your first kiss was sweet and soft; a little awkward

his hands hovered over your sides for a second, not sure what to do with them until he decided to rest them on your waist

it was the perfect way to mark the beginning of your relationship

relationship

since you guys are both broke teenagers, you got creative with date nights

you came up with the idea of paint splattering with him

you guys got canvases, covered the walls and floors with plastic to make sure you didn't dirty them

then you filled water balloons with paint and just threw them

despite you guys singing and dancing around in the midst of it, the canvases came out so good

and to commemorate the beginning of your relationship, you hung them up side by side in bunker nine, and when you guys get a place together, you hang them up in the hallway of your apartment

leo is a huge gift giver; as i’ve said before in my “how he shows he loves you” headcanons

he’s made you a lot of things; canvases, jewelry, little trinkets with scrap metal

one of your favorite gifts from him is a suncatcher with rainbow quartz

you fell in love with it and when you move in together, you make sure to hang it up in the kitchen with the bunch of other suncatchers that he’s made you

i love the idea that you would attempt to bring more color in his wardrobe

a lot of his clothes are muted in color; you don’t mind it but you were interested to see what he’d look like in a colorful outfit like yours

To say the least, he was not that enthusiastic and maybe, you shouldn’t have put him in a monochromatic orange outfit but… you still thought he looked cute

leo thought he looked like a traffic cone though so it didn’t stick

it’s okay because you like him the way he is anyways

another thing is that you guys are super supportive of each other and leo loves just how you manage to lift his mood

once leo was having a bad mental health week

you guys were sitting under a tree, looking out at the water

his head laid on your shoulder and small sniffles came from the other

it hurt to see him like this and you wished you could do more to make him feel better

then you had the greatest idea to make a rainbow for him

so you did

leo was so stunned when he saw the rainbow form over the lake

he looked at you surprised and when you admitted to making the rainbow for him, the emotion on his face was indescribable

and then you laughed and held him when he started crying because he said it was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for him

another time, you insisted that meditation would be good for him

he literally sat down for like 3 minutes with his eyes closed before he was itching to get up and do something

even when he was sitting down, he was still bouncing his legs and fidgeting

so that fell through too but you still helped him in other ways and he’s so grateful for your optimism and bubbly personality

leo always says that you bring color to everything; literally and figuratively

one of the things you bring color to is his life

and he’s constantly reminding you of this; that his world just feels brighter now that you’re around

and it’s literal too

since you painted the walls of bunker nine a bright orange

he asked you why orange, and you told him because orange encourages productivity, creativity, and most importantly, optimism

it may have also reminded you of the orange outfit you put him into

anyways, you told him that it hurt you to see him get down in the dumps, and you insisted there was no way he could be sad in a bright orange room

needless to say, you were kinda right

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[classysansy]

Cute self/reader-insert classic Sans shipping ahead! (Beware, there will be a purring skeleton ❤️) (This is of course a oneshot lol. Enjoy!)

The day was going slow. I had the day off work because I had just wanted a day to relax…so, I had decided to watch TV.

Sans was at work; a security guard at the mall. He was amazing at his job, especially that one time he was able to dodge three bullets and then pin the criminal to the ground until police arrived.

I was always super worried about him when he did that. I told him he could get killed. The surface wasn’t as easy to navigate as the underground. He simply gave me that ‘seriously, kid?’ look he has and tousled my hair.

I couldn’t find anything to watch at first, until I flipped through the channels straight to Spongebob. Huh…I had no idea Nickelodeon was still airing that. It seemed too old to be aired…and when I watched it, I realized they definitely had ruined it with the modern traits of kids’ shows nowadays.

I glanced at my phone. Sans would be home in an hour. I sighed to myself and slid further down into the couch cushions. I hated the days I had to wait for the skelebros to get off work. It was usually quite boring and I missed them a lot.

I began to realize I was tired, even though I had done absolutely nothing that day. I rubbed the bridge of my nose and gently shook my head, and before I knew it, I was yawning. ‘No,’ I thought to myself. ‘I have to stay awake for Sans….if not for Sans, then for Spongebob.’

I was able to continue watching the show for a good twenty minutes…however, I could hardly keep my eyes open at that point. I could feel my head start to get heavy, and then…I fell asleep.

I don’t know how long I was out. Ten minutes? Twenty? A half hour or so? I suppose it didn’t matter, but hot damn was that a good nap.

Almost as soon as I remember falling asleep, I heard a deep voice hidden behind the fog of my incoherent and drowsy mind. I dismissed it as part of a dream, as I was still half asleep.

Suddenly, I felt something warm but hard touch my cheek. Needless to say, it woke me up and I opened my eyes to be met with Sans’ own. He was grinning, amused with my sleeping habits.

“Hey,” he mumbled, moving his fingers from my jawline to my hair to brush some strands from my face. “You were sleepin’ good, kiddo. Ya didn’t wake up no matter how many times I said your name.”

“…Sans?” I muttered back. “I, uh…” I trailed off, trying to get my post-sleep thoughts together. And then my consciousness fully came back and I gave him a tired smile. “I must have dozed off.”

“No doubtin’ that.” He chuckled and stood up from the sofa, shrugging. “Wonder what made ya so sleepy. You never nod off watching TV.” He took off his security guard hat and set it on the end table before starting to head upstairs.

“What? Why are you leaving your hat down here? You could just bring it with you.” I scoffed, a brow raised. I should have expected his laziness, but no matter how long we were together, I couldn’t get past it.

“Nah. It told me it wanted to keep ya company,” he replied.

“Oh, did it?” I smirked at him, shaking my head. “You didn’t tell me hats could talk. Is that a monster thing, or..?”

“Well…hats actually can’t speak, so I dunno why you thought they could, sweetheart.” He winked.

“Sans! You were the one to-“ I began, my brows furrowed.

He cut me off, “Gee, ya don’t have to raise your voice about it.”

I huffed at him, but couldn’t help but smile at his silliness. “You changing, then?”

“Unless ya wanna cuddle a sweaty pile of clothes, yeah.”

“Okay. Well, hurry up. I want to ask you about your day.”

“Sure thing, kid.” Sans nodded and continued up the stairs. He soon disappeared behind a door.

I turned off the TV and stretched slightly, appreciating every crack my bones produced. If Sans were downstairs when I did that, he probably would’ve told me to knock it off; he hated hearing joints crack.

After a couple minutes, the comedian made his way back downstairs in his usual apparel: a blue hoodie, basketball shorts, and pink slippers. When I first had met him, I didn’t get his fashion choices, but I learned to accept it with time.

He plopped down next to me on the couch with an exaggerated grunt (he was always looking to get a laugh from me) before glancing at me. “You still tired?” he asked softly.

“…a little, yeah. But I want to talk to you about how today went,” I responded, enthusiastically turning my body towards him so I didn’t have to strain my neck looking sideways at him. “Sleep can wait.”

“Lay down,” he said.

“I told you, I-“

“I mean on me.” He motioned to his legs. “Lay across the sofa and put your head in my lap. I won’t tell you about work if you don’t.” His grin widened, and he was clearly amused with himself.

“I’m fine, I’ll fall asleep if I do that,” I explained, frowning. “Just-“

“Hey, it’s no skin off my back if ya do. Ya obviously need the sleep.” He shrugged. “Lay down ‘n I’ll tell ya all about today. Okay?”

I rolled my eyes and let out a breath. There was no use arguing with him. He usually always won these discussions. He cared about me more than I cared about myself, and it drove me crazy sometimes. Nevertheless, I did as he said and laid across the couch, my head in his lap and my eyes towards the ceiling.

I awkwardly shifted my body, trying to get comfy. All the while, Sans was looking down at me with his usual lazy expression…half lidded eyes and a consistent grin. I finally was okay with my position and nodded at him.

“Okay…so, ya know Jerry?” he started. “Well, he tried to steal some sorta shit from Spencer’s. Just…casually walked out with a hookah, thought I wouldn’t notice. Of course, I did, ‘n I…”

I began to zone out a bit, simply just admiring Sans’ face and voice…everything about him. He knew I spaced out during his usual workday updates, and he was fine with it. We were just happy to be with each other, most days.

I caught words like ‘tackle’, ‘smiled’, and ‘shop’ throughout his ranting, and I reacted accordingly to each of them. With a quick scowl, a smirk, and a nod.

After about twenty minutes, I noticed he wasn’t talking anymore. When had he stopped? I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t continue questioning it. I was used to those zoned-out moments that had me wondering things like that. Sometimes I would be so focused on admiring his face that I wouldn’t notice when he was done speaking.

Now he was staring into space…or maybe he was looking at our reflection on the TV screen? Either way, I gave him a little grin, reaching my arm up his chest and gently hooking my fingers along his shoulder. It took a second, but he glanced down at me.

“Finally with us, again?” he teased, softly chuckling. “I’ve been done talking for an hour. I was getting bored waitin’ for ya to notice.”

“It hasn’t been an hour,” I replied, giggling.

“Yeah, guess you’re right…but it was fun to say it was,” he answered, looking me in the eyes.

It then went super silent. Not an awkward silence, but something soothing and comfortable…something that was mostly likely a bonding moment if you let it be. The kind of silence that made everything in the world feel…right.

After a couple moments, I heard a low sound…almost like a gentle rumbling. It was slightly familiar, but I couldn’t tell where I had heard it before.

I frowned, and looked around. There wasn’t really anything in the room that would be making that noise. I then fixed my gaze to Sans, again.

“What’s up?” he said.

“Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“That rumbling sound?”

“…huh?”

“You don’t hear it?” I raised a brow, and he shook his head.

I scoffed and sat up slightly, only to notice it was louder near his chest. I subtly tilted my head and put an ear to his rib cage.

“What’re ya doin’, sweetheart?” he asked, his own brow also raised.

“Sans, I think you’re…purring,” I replied, noticing I sounded extremely confused. I was. Extremely confused, that is.

“Wh-“ he mumbled. “I…I am?”

“You didn’t know you could do that?” Now I sounded even more puzzled.

“No,” he quickly told me. He paused. “No, no I didn’t.”

The purring began to fade slightly, and I decided to experiment; I sat up and turned so I could see him straight before leaning forward and giving him a soft kiss on his cheek. He blushed. Just as I thought, the purring became a bit louder.

“Ha! You’re purring because of me!” I snapped, excited at this discovery.

“It’s not my fault you’re so pretty,” he responded, almost shyly.

“I didn’t know you could purr.”

“…neither did I.”

“Now we know.”

“Yup.”

“It’s adorable,” I cooed.

His smile widened.

“Guess what?” I questioned.

“What?” he replied.

“I didn’t fall asleep while you were talking.” I giggled.

And with that, he pulled me into a kiss…and I knew that he loved me…and I hoped he knew I loved him, too.

(Voila! I hope you enjoyed this oneshot. Not my best writing, but I had a lot of fun writing it. Sans fluff is my favorite fluff 😊 also there might be grammar mistakes and typos I’ll probably fix later, just so you know if you see one.)

-Inspired by @calcium-cat and @little-lex -

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[cinnonym]

christmas magic's brought this tale (to a very happy ending)

Written for Day 10 - Game Night / Movie Night of 12 Days of Christmas @supercorpbb

Read on AO3

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r/relationship_advice – posted by u/anonymous1000 – 13 hours ago

My (25f) crush and best friend (27f) chose a lesbian classic for movie night, how do I react?

Disclaimer ahead: I haven’t used reddit before and am thus not very fluent in etiquette and formatting, but please bear with me because I am seriously overwhelmed by the current situation and would appreciate all forms of help. I’m also typing this in a hurry, because I’m supposed to be in the bathroom, so please excuse typos or inaccuracies. I’ll try my best. But now, without further ado, here goes:

I (25f) have been crushing on my best friend (27f) pretty much since the day we met. For context, that was two years ago, and while we started out on a business relationship, it evolved into a close friendship almost right away. This is mostly due to her, I must admit. She’s the most open-minded person I know and simply couldn’t be “scared away” by my bad reputation (which I inherited). Needless to say, I’m very grateful for her. She’s not only my best, but has also been my only friend for quite a while, before she introduced me to her inner circle. I unironically owe her my happiness (and my life, several times over, but that’s unrelated to this story).

I’d fallen in love before I realised what was happening. Usually, trust and affection come slowly to me, but her I loved almost right away. That’s simply who she is, a person one cannot help loving. Also, she’s very attractive, side note. I used to flirt with her sometimes, in the beginning, before I became aware of the depth of my feelings (this is awkward to talk about, btw, thank goodness for anonymity online), and back then, it seemed like she wasn’t all unresponsive to my advances. Then again, she isn’t very good at saying no to anyone, because of who she is as a person, so maybe she was only being polite? I’m not sure.

Anyway, she had a boyfriend then, and I had to come to terms with my feelings, so I sort of drew back a little. I’d been with women before, so that was never an issue, but I’m uncertain whether she has ever considered women. Her sister is gay, and she is very supportive of her, but we’ve never talked about how she feels. As far as I know, she’s only ever been with men though. Either way, I’m not in the business of making moves on taken people, so I mostly focused on fostering our friendship.

The thing is, as long as I can be close with her, I am sort of okay with being “just friends”. I mean, isn’t close friendship like a romantic relationship, just minus the romance? And minus the physical advantages (although she is a very cuddly person, so that’s nice). And, like, of course, I’d like to mean more to her. Of course I’d like to take care of her every day when she comes home, cook her dinner, listen to her worries, massage her neck, kiss her goodnight. Of course I’d like to be The One to her, just like she is The One to me. But considering that she’s probably straight and not interested in me in that way, I’m mostly okay with just being her best friend.

Or, I was mostly okay with it. But recently she’s… been acting differently towards me. She’s giving me these long glances when she thinks I don’t notice (I do). She’s going out of her way to make sure I’m fine and don’t work too much (it’s a tendency I have, especially pre-Christmas). She’s told me she’s been working on my Christmas gift almost all month (and I can’t for the hell of it guess what it could be). She’s even invited me for Christmas with her family (since I don’t celebrate with mine).

And now today, she chose the film Carol for movie night (movie night is a weekly thing we do, I should have mentioned that earlier, maybe), which is, as you might know, about a lesbian relationship. And I don’t know what to do.

She claims to have chosen the film because it was on a list of Christmas films (and I suppose it does have christmassy vibes), and because it “sounded fitting”. Sounded fitting?? What is that even supposed to mean? She doesn’t know I’m gay, so it can’t be that, unless she somehow figured out. Is she gay and this is her way of telling me? And if so, how do I react? Is this her letting me know she’s interested in me, or am I reading too much into this? Did she even realise this was a lesbian film??

Anyway, she’s calling from the living room, so I need to go. I’ll try to take another bathroom break halfway into the movie, and I’d appreciate it A Lot if I had some reactions in by then, because I’m panicking a little here. Thank you all!

Tl;dr: my supposedly straight friend chose a lesbian film for movie night, and I don’t understand her intentions behind that.

(P.S. She and her boyfriend have broken up months ago. She’s currently single.)

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r/relationship_advice – posted by u/anonymous1000 – 11 hours ago

UPDATE to this post

First of all, thank you all so much for your quick replies, they’re really helpful. As you might have guessed, I managed to negotiate another bathroom break mid-film (though my friend is currently sulking on the couch, she didn’t want to let me go? :) ?) and am, once again, typing as fast as my fingers will allow. Much has happened.

I’ve mentioned that my friend is a very cuddly person. Today was no difference – as soon as she’d pressed play on the film, she’d already enveloped me in one of her bone-crushing hugs (she’s very strong). Normally, I let myself sink into these embraces, because she really is a phenomenal hugger, but today my speculations were so prevalent in my mind that I could hardly breathe when our bodies touched.

(She noticed my reaction right away, and immediately asked if I’d rather not hug (to which I replied a vehement no), and this really isn’t very important to the story, but I wanted to let you know.)

As the film progressed (largely unregarded by me, I must admit), I noticed several things about her behaviour that seemed odd, though:

One, her heartbeat became considerably faster as soon as Carol and Therese had met on-screen and it became clear that their relationship would be the focus of the film.

Two, she’s been side-eyeing me a lot more frequently than usual (she tends to watch me watch films if she knows the plot already, but considering she probably hasn’t seen Carol before, this seems out of character for her).

Three, and this is… I don’t even know how to feel about this, but… how do I formulate this best…  When the sex scene was playing, I swear she looked at my cleavage and blushed.

I’m sort of ecstatic (because those are hints, right? I can’t be the only one to think that those are hints?) but also very very VERY worried that I’ve totally misinterpreted the entire situation. Then again, all of your comments sound incredibly hopeful and affirming, so I guess I’m not entirely wrong in my assumptions?

I need to go back now (I’ve been here way too long already), but I will definitely keep you updated. It’s so heart-warming to see how invested all of you are!

@everyone who told me to kiss her already: if she keeps this up, I just might :)

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r/relationship_advice – posted by u/anonymous1000 – 1 hour ago

UPDATE! All’s well that ends well!

Hey everyone, I am so sorry for the late update. I ended up being… somewhat busy last night.

:) :) :)

So, long story short, we’re dating now. And yes, I did kiss her (or she kissed me, I can’t remember exactly. We somehow kissed each other simultaneously).

Long story slightly less short, because I see you hungering for details in the comments (and my now-girlfriend said you deserved to know), here is how it went down:

We didn’t even finish the film. We didn’t even resume the film, after I returned from the bathroom. Because when I did, giddy and ready to Do This, she wasn’t even looking at me. No, she was looking at her phone.

Now, I’ve never seen a person look at their phone with an expression quite as shocked as hers. She was, I’m not kidding, completely frozen (and if you knew her, you’d know that doesn’t happen often).

So naturally I rush over to her, worried as can be, thinking something bad happened, a catastrophe or maybe an accident in her family. And as I kneel by her side, and she still hasn’t moved, I happen to see what she’s been reading on her phone screen.

And it’s reddit.

I’m not gonna lie, for a second I thought it was all over. I mean, she’d obviously recognised us in my post (so much for anonymity everyone, the internet is treacherous), and judging by her expression, well… I assumed the worst.

But then she turns around and she fixes me with this incredibly cute stern stare she has, and she goes: “[My full name]. Have you browsed the relationship tag even once?”

And I shake my head, completely dumbfounded of course, because what does that have to do with anything. But apparently it plays a crucial role, because apparently you all know my girlfriend.

Her username is @supergirlssupercurls and she’s been posting the entire journey of our friendship/romance on this platform. Turns out she loves me too.

:)

She’s also told me to end this with: and they lived happily ever after.

(Let’s hope we do).

#supercorp #supercorp fanfiction #sc fanfic #sc #supergirl #christmas #christmas fic #mini fic #my writing #movie night

[rogue-durin-16]

THE HEIR'S CURSE (Part I/?)

Request: I have this idea of the reader being a princess and having to marry fili cuz hes the heir and she likes him but she ends up falling for his brother? Maybe with some angst? You can choose the end 😆

Pairing: Fíli x Reader, eventually Kíli x Reader

Genre: mainly angst w/ fluffy moments

Tags:

Requested by: @crispykittywitch

The heir's curse: ———

Permanent taglist: @queenofmankind @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: none atm, maybe some typos

A/N: Sorry for the delay I was having an existential crisis. I'm trying to put the story together, so this first part is merely introductive to the actual plot, that's why is short and kinda lacking of action OOF ANYWAY enjoy, and send me an ask if you wanna be tagged in this. Friendly reminder that the requests are open <3

Part II

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

"She's beautiful." my brother Kíli, tilting his head to my side, muttered, his eyes never leaving the girl that walked towards us.

"She is, indeed." I replied, equally dumbfounded.

"This is Y/n, Princess of the kingdom of Belegost." Y/n bowed to us with a genuine smile on her face, and we did the same to her "My lady, these are prince Fíli, Heir of the throne of Erebor, and prince Kíli."

"At your service." we both spoke, right after I stepped to her to kiss her hand. "I've heard legends of your beauty, but none make you justice." And it was true.

Y/n, despite being a dwarf, descended directly from the elves of Caras Galadhon. She was an actual miracle of our time, and it had been said to me that possessed a beauty never seen in middle earth.

"You don't look so bad yourself." she smoothly replied. "As my father used to say, though, true beauty lays inside of oneself."

"My brother has a heart of gold." Kíli assured her. "I'm sure you'll get to see it sooner rather than later." I halfsmiled at my brother's words. "or maybe later rather than sooner, he's a little thick, and a little slow."

"Kíli." I called him, turning to throw daggers at him with my eyes.

"What?" he then grinned at Y/n, "It's only the truth." who was now chuckling, with a playful look on his gaze.

"My lord, I will now take the Princess to her stances."

"Do not," I ordered, taking a couple more steps to be before her. "I'll take her myself." I extended my hand for her to take.

"How chivalrous." She teased walking besides me. "are you trying to make a good impression?"

"Maybe." I tended her a hand the help her down the stairs. "Is it working?"

She took my hand with a grin and slightly pulled up her dress in order not to step on it. "Maybe."

KÍLI'S P. O. V.

As soon as they had walked away from the stance, my smile faded and an uneasy frown appeared in my face.

I had seen her at the gates. We ran into each other, but she was wearing a traveling cloak and I didn't connect the dots.

"Apologies m'lady." I quickly spoke, steadying her with both my hands so she wouldn't fall. "I was in a hurry."

"It's alright, I was distracted." it was only then, when she took off the hood, that I was left speechless. "Cat has got your tongue?" She teased with a grin as I let go her forearms.

"Your beauty took all words away from me." I replied as fast as I could.

"Not all, apparently." she responded. "Would you mind pointing me the direction to the place where I shall wait for the king?"

"Thorin's not here, but someone will receive you in the throne's hall— Ori!" I made a sign and my friend came to us. "I would take you there myself, but as I said, I am in a hurry."

"Thank you anyway."

I felt the smile growing in my face. "My pleasure."

'She's beautiful', I had said, but what meant was 'she's too beautiful'.

I knew I was damned the moment she smiled at me, I just didn't know how damned I was— not yet, at least.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

"Ouch!" I flinched when the needle fixing the side of my dress stung my skin.

Having to stand on a velvet footstool with my arms over my head for over half an hour was already uncomfortable and exhausting enough, needless to say I wasn't in the mood for a stray needle to pierce my skin.

"Apologies, m'lady." the servant muttered, retrieving the needle and the thread and starting again.

"Just get over with it already." I groaned in desperation. "Is this even necessary?"

"Of course! you must look perfect tonight."

"I think she already looks perfect." both our heads turned to the door in order to see a fancy dressed Fíli standing there. "Cease tormenting the princess already."

The servant nodded and stopped whatever sewing had been attempting to do on the side of the dress. "my knight in shining armor." I offered him a relieved smile and he responded with a chuckle. "what are you doing here?"

"My garments needed a retouch." A seamstress chasing him prompted Fíli to move into the room and lift his arms, and so he did. "And I heard that beautiful voice of yours from the other side of the room, so I had to come."

"Smooth." I commented, receiving a proud shrug in exchange.

"I apologize for tonight." the frown in my face let him know he had to explain further. "You've just arrived from a long journey, I doubt you're in the mood for a party."

"I won't lie to you," I pursed my lips in a thin line and gave him an apologetic smile. "attending to a dwarvish celebration is the last thing I wish for."

"And what does the princess wish for?"

"Sleep?" we both chuckled. "And maybe some time alone with my intended. I'd like to get to know him."

He nodded with the ghost of a smile twitching the corners of his lips. "I'll make sure you can escape the party as soon as possible." he assured me, finally lowering his arms. "If I can, I'll walk you to your chambers. We can take the long way and chat for a while." his eyes were hopeful, and his half smile sincere.

"That'd make the party worth it." he nodded, the half smile mutating into a beam.

"Brother," Kíli rushed into the room, stalking straight to his brother. "Thorin is back, he requested—" due to his focus on the commended task, he almost missed me.

KÍLI'S P. O. V.

The corner of my eye first caught the glittering silver of her dress, which led my gaze to acknowledge her form.

There she stood, over the stool; her long gown majestically fell past her feet and gave her an even more divine aura.

I wouldn't have noticed that my jaw had dropped if not for my brother, digging his elbow in my ribs.

"Stop staring at my intended." he jokingly scolded me. "are you planning on stealing her from me?" he wiggled his brows at me and Y/n laughed.

"Pffft no!" Y/n snorted behind me and Fíli gave us a smug grin.

"So?"

"Yeah, Thorin." I cleared my throat, fighting to tear my eyes away from her. "he wants to see you. It's important."

"Did he say what it was about?" I shook my head no and my brother sighed, signaling the servants to stop working on his regal clothing. "I must go now." he spoke to Y/n with apologetic eyes.

She nodded and my brother walked past me, making his way to where Thorin would be waiting for him.

"Heir duties?"

Y/n words caught me off hand, and at first I could only nod with my eyes way too open. "It seemed like it."

"Must be exhausting— would you lend me a hand?" One hand fisted her dress and lifted it up, the other was now extended towards me.

I eagerly nodded and stepped to her, "It must be," taking her hand in mine and holding her forearm in order to offer her some extra support. "though I wouldn't know."

"Me neither, thank Mahal." she carefully let the gown's end down on the floor and gave me brief, playful grin. "Being the younger sibling has its advantages, doesn't it?"

Of course, she was the youngest of Three siblings, how could I forget?

I looked away with a knowing chuckle, just for my eyes to return to her shortly after. "It certainly does, my lady."

"Don't call me 'my lady' as if I was above you."

"You kind of are." I replied with my eyebrows raised and one of the corners of my lips lifted.

"No I'm not!" her voice sounded outraged, but in a theatrical way.

"As you wish," I subtly bowed. "my lady."

She shook her head, letting out a soft laughter. "You're already insufferable."

"But I'm making you laugh." her eyes rolled, a smile pulling at her lips again. "You'll come to put up with me."

"You will be at the party, I hope?" I nodded, a bit taken aback by her question. "Great, because I feel like your brother will have more Heir duties to attend, and I don't wanna be alone."

"I'll keep your company." I involuntarily winked at her, triggering her eyes to part from me for a second, a timid smile making its way to her gaze. "May I tell my brother to pick you up tonight?"

"That would be nice, yes."

"Then you must excuse me." she gave me a quick nod and bowed to me. I mimicked her actions and left to go and tell my brother.

I think I secretly wished for him to tell me he could not pick her up, but I would never admit it out loud.

Nor would Y/n, who, to my ignorance, deep down, wished for it too.

#durin's sons imagine #the hobbit fanfiction #kili x reader #kili x reader fluff #kili x reader request #kili fanfic #kili oneshot #kili smut #Fili x reader #Fíli x fem reader #Fili x dwarf F reader #Fíli durin x reader #Fili x reader angst #Fili fanfic #Fili imagine #Kili angst #Fili and kili angst #Kili x reader angst #Kili x dwarf F reader angst #Fili x reader smut #Fili x reader series #Fili x reader fic #Kili x reader fic

[clairecrive]

"Grounded" - Alfie Solomons x oc imagine [Requested]

Hi guys! I'm so sorry I'm posting so late but I've been busy with friends these days and couldn't finish this up sooner. Anyway, here it is! This imagine was actually kindly requested by a girl on Wattpad.

I hope you like it, let me know what you think about it! I'm sorry if there are any typos, feel free to point them out to me. Oh and I know this is very long but I'm on my phone and couldn't put a "keep reading" tag, sorry again.

I have a few ideas for next imagines but let me know if you want to see anything specific.

Requests are always open and feedback is always welcome too!

Tag list: @mollybegger-blog (let me know if you wanna be added)

 Whoever said that women that didn't have a job and only took care of the household and their family needs had it easy clearly wasn't a woman. God knows how many things one had to and what little time to do them. Well, Anna knew, being a parent of a fifteen years old girl going through adolescence didn't make tending to her and her father any easy.

Deciding not to pursue her dream job was something Anna had come to terms with a long time ago, after the birth of her beloved Samantha precisely. She knew that no one could tend to her little girl in the way she could. Alfie had always been supportive of her ever decision but afraid of the repercussions that her choice could have had not only on herself but also on their family, he tried to persuade her to consider the idea of hiring a nanny. Or to even allow their family to help whenever both of them were busy with work. At first, he had succeeded, Anna had gone back to work after the maternity leave ended and for a while, it worked. However, the peace was short-lived seeing as her late shifts prevented her to spend time with her newborn since whenever she came home it was so late that her baby was already sleeping.

So she took the conscious decision to leave her job to start caring for her little Samantha 24/7. It wasn't something that she came to regret, she was happy that she had the privilege to see her daughter grow into the smart, brilliant young woman that she is. She just wished that people like her got the recognition they deserved. Being a full-time mother was bloody hard and sometimes it even felt like she was a single mum, with how Alfie was busy with his business and was rarely home. Anna knew that Samantha was suffering for her father absence. When she was little she used to run to the door screaming in joy whenever Alfie got home. As time went by and Alfie became more and more busy, they would see him less and less and every night it would end up with little Sam looking at the door desperate to catch her father's silhouette. Pointless were your attempts to speak with Alfie to try and get him to focus more on his family. Anna could see the regret in her husband's eyes whenever he was reminded how much his absence was affecting his little girl. He tried his best to be more present and indeed he was. During the weekend he would have his phone turned off, solely focused on having as much quality time as he could with his little princess. Turns out it wasn't enough. He would still come home late during the weekdays and there was nothing they could do about it. Anna knew that if they were able to have a comfortable life it was for his hard work, and she also could see how Alfie was suffering as well because of this situation. Whenever he would come home late at night, the first thing he asked her about was how Samantha was doing.

Now Sam was fifteen and had stopped hoping that her father would be home for dinner in a while. She had started to express her distress in other ways: she would not greet him when she saw him and she would spend all of her time with her friends even on weekends when Alfie was home. Some days she would come back home from school smelling of smoke; when confronted she swore that it was because of her friends that smoked beside her but that she had never even tried. Anna had always trusted her little one's ability to discern good from bad but now, being in this rebellious state she was in, she was afraid that she would do something reckless just for the fun of it; or rather to catch her father's attention. 

As a result of Samantha's inner conflict, Anna was perpetually worried about her little girl. She was at her wit's end about how to help her. This day wasn't different from the others in this regard and while she was shopping to prepare today's meals, two of Samantha's favourites to try and cheer her up, what she was really thinking was that maybe she could try and see if Alfie could come home earlier. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice Samantha's teacher, Ms Alice, standing next to her.

"Mrs Solomons?" the voice brought her back to earth.

"Oh, Ms Alice, good morning! I'm sorry, I didn't see you there. How do you do?" Anna politely tried to make small talk.

"I'm well, thanks for asking. I hope Samantha is too, she's been absent for a week now and her classmates told me that she had a very bad case of flu. How is she doing?" Ms Alice seemed really concerned about her daughter's well being and for a second she was grateful that they had been lucky enough to have her as a teacher. That was until her words finally set in and she could control her face as it contorts in an expression of confusion but also of disappointment when she came to the conclusion that Samantha had been skipping school to do god knows what.

"Oh you know, this kind of virus is really annoying. It affected her stomach too other than giving her flu-like symptoms. As a matter of fact, I left her alone because we ran out of food after a week of closure, so I should really go. I've left her alone longer than I should've." Anna promptly found an excuse to leave. The vegetables quickly forgotten, she hurried out of the supermarket while looking frenetically for her phone in her purse.

"I know that you're not in school. Come home, right now."

The message was brief and Anna spent the whole ride home trying to find the best way to deal with the situation. This was the most difficult part about being a parent, in Anna's opinion. When your child was misbehaving it was easier to just let the anger took control and put them in a time out or in some form of punishment. Of course, punishments were necessary to make them understand what they did was wrong but Anna also believed that a parent should understand first why their child acted the way they did so to better make them see why what they did was wrong, it should also help them avoid making the same mistake in the future too. Luckily for her, Samantha had always been a quiet good girl, never put herself in much trouble. When she inevitably did though, her approach had always worked. 

However, now the situation was more complex and delicate at the same time. She knew that Samantha was acting out so she had to find a way to make her see how this was an unhealthy way to deal with a problem but she also was aware that the reason why she was acting this way was out of her reach and couldn't be easily fixed. Anna also decided that it was time for Alfie and their daughter to have a long chat and finally address the elephant in the room. For now, she would deal with this by herself though, she'll wait for Alfie to come home. 

"Please try to be home early today, we need to talk about something." She knew that Alfie was busy with work and while she'd always respected that, there were times when family demanded his presence. She hoped that since she had never complained nor asked him such a thing before, he would understand the importance of him coming home in time for dinner. 

Apparently, it took her more time than she had thought to go back home or maybe Samantha had understood that she was in deep waters and had hurried home, point was that when Anna crossed the threshold of the house the young girl was already sitting at the kitchen table.

The woman took off her coat and came to stand in front of her daughter without haste. Crossing her arms on her chest, prompted the girl with a tilt of her head to explain herself.

"Honestly mum, it's not as bad as it seems. School can be so boring, and me and the girls just needed a little time off." Samantha lamely explained making her mother's eyebrow jump up in disbelief.

"Time off to do what?" her mother inquired further.

"Nothing much, just hanging around, having fun."

"Do you understand the gravity of what you did, Samantha?" Anna solemnly asked.

"We did nothing bad, besides I didn't think you would notice." Came the girl's smug reply.

"It's not a habit of mine to check your attendance record because I thought that you knew that you have to go to school. I trusted you not to lie to me and come to me whenever something is wrong." Anna showed every bit of the disappointment she was feeling, not to mention the pain that her little girl lying to her made her feel. 

"You know what's wrong and talking about it doesn't make it better, so what's the point?" Samantha muttered quietly and Anna's heart clenched at the hurt on her daughter's face. Sighing she sat beside her, her whole demeanour changed knowing how touchy this subject was for her daughter.

"Oh and needless to say you're grounded. Let's start with a week then we'll see." A punishment was in order but both father and daughter knew that he was smitten with her and that the time period wouldn't get longer. Making a sound of discontent, Sam briefly kissed her father's cheek before leaving the room to apologize to her mother.

"I know that you miss your father, so do I but you can't pull a stunt like that for this reason. Call him during lunch break, make an effort to be home during the weekends. Don't think for a second that he doesn't love you or miss you as well. He's trying his best to be more present but there's only so much he can do when he needs to work to support the family." Anna softly said hoping to get her to understand. Despite her efforts, the reaction she got is not the one she was hoping for. Scoffing, Samantha jumps from her seat, "I'm sick and tired to hear the same story every time. Your father loves you - Well let me tell you, mum, it's all bullshit. If he loved me, he would be here telling me himself, he wouldn't have missed my piano concerts or dinner and lunch every single bloody day!" Every little thing she had been keeping bottled up until now was finally coming out in hot scorching waves.

"How do you know that he's at work? Isn't it suspicious that he always has to work? What if he has a second family that we know nothing about while we're here waiting on him like two morons?" Anna couldn't help but flinch at the insinuation.

"This is ridiculous Samantha. Your father loves us both. His love is the only thing keeping him here with us so even if what you're saying it's true, there would be no reason for him to lead a double life. I'm sorry that you feel this way, but you should know that even if you don't know if he's always thinking and worrying about you. Do you want to know how I know? Because as soon as he comes through the door, you're the first thing he asks me about." The situation was getting tenser and tenser and despite her best intentions Anna couldn't help but raise her voice a little. God knows how many times, lying alone in her bed, these thoughts had uncomfortably occupied her mind. How could she know if her husband really was where he told her he'd be? She could only trust him and hope for him to always do right by her and their family as he'd promised her on their special day years ago.

"What is going on here?" Before Samantha could reply a voice came from the door catching both girls' attention. Speaking of the devil, Alfie had gotten home early as his wife had asked him. While Anna hadn't expected him to come this early, his presence was welcomed and reassuring.

"Oh, how conveniently you show up now. How come you're not at work and you're gracing us with your presence instead?" Samantha ruthlessly spat at her clueless father.

"Samantha, don't speak to your father like that." Anna reprimanded her.

"You know mum you should really stop fighting his battles for him. Whatever, I'm going to my room." The girl harshly dismissed her mother leaving her to feel powerless and drained while Alfie was still trying to wrap his head around what was happening.

Anna limply let herself fall on the chair she was previously sitting on, her head in her hands while Alfie took a seat next to her, gently caressing her back trying to comfort her.

"What's the matter love, what has she done?" he softly inquired, a part of him actually relieved it was for their daughter rebellious phase rather than the woman wanting to end things. Only God knew how much he loved and cherished the woman beside him, without her his life would fell into pieces and he was very well aware of that and even more grateful that God had graced him by putting her in his life.

"I'm at my wit's end with her Alfie. I don't know what to do anymore. Today while I was grocery shopping, I met Ms Alice who asked me about Samantha's health because apparently she has been sick this past week." Anna started to explain what happened to her husband.

"She's been skipping school? Why?" The fact caught him by surprise.

"She said that it was because she needed time off from the apparently so boring school but Alfie that's not the point. She lied to me and I think she did it to try and catch your attention, " she let him on her thoughts and knowing that she was probably right he guiltily sighed, "She's acting out because she misses you and thinks that you don't love her. She actually told me that the reason you were not home was that you had another family and that I was blind not to see that you didn't love us anymore." A dry chuckle left her mouth. She was doing more than just reporting her daughters' words, even though she forced herself to think they weren't true and Alfie saw right through her as he always did.

"Annie, I know that I haven't been the best husband or father lately and I know that I sound like a damn broken record, I know right? But you and Samantha are my whole world. When I received your text today, my heart fucking stopped. I thought you were finally fed up with my old ass and wanted a divorce. Since I've met you right? I've felt things that I never felt before, you took away my heart from its numbness and I'm forever grateful that somehow your precious sweet little self loves a fucking mess like me. I'm an absolute fucker too because I hurt the only priceless people in my life and I can never say sorry enough. But no more. Mark my words, I'll make this right. Starting today. I fucking love you and it's time my daughter knows it too. I'm going to talk to her." Alfie heartfelt little speech had left Anna in tears. Her husband was never one of many words but when he did speak them, well no one could compare. Giving her a firm sweet kiss he took his leave heading towards Samantha's room, giving Anna some time to compose herself.

Knocking lightly on her closed door, Alfie didn't wait for her permission to enter, he knew she was pissed at him and couldn't blame her. If he was in her position he would hate his guts too. Samantha was on her bed, her head bopping her head to the music coming from the headphones in her ears. Her eyes set on her father's face when she saw the door open but she didn't acknowledge him returning to her music. Alfie knew it was her way to say "piss off" but he was just as stubborn as she was, she had to take it up from someone after all. Not easily deterred, the man sat alongside his daughter, softly taking one of the headphones from her.

"This song is a bop, right? But I think it's time we have a little chat, what do you think?" he took the lead.

"I have nothing to say to you." - was the expected harsh reply.

"Well, I have. I don't blame you for hating me, I've been terrible to you and your mother, I know and I don't know how to convey how sorry I am with words, I'm not smart like that. There something you should know about me tho'. I love you and I love your mother and I love our family even if maybe I don't show it as much as I should. Everything I do is for you. And a second family? Really? I can barely look after you how could I be doing it with another one?"

"I don't hate you." she quietly confessed.

"Well, you should."

"Listen dad, I'm sorry for what I said. I see how you look at mum the rare times you're here. I just wish you'd be around more," - and here was his sweet little girl.

"I know sweetie, I would love to spend more time with you and I promise that I'm going to try harder alright? But please stop punishing your mother for something I did, she's already a bloody saint wouldn't try her tho'. God knows how long she'll put up with us." Joking to loosen the tension in the room, Alfie wrapped his arm around Sam's shoulders closing her in a much needed bear-like hug.

"You mean with you." she joked and despite being at his expense, Alfie was happy to engage in their usual witty banter.

"I promise I'll be good dad. I'm sorry, I didn't want you to worry you."Sam apologized in a sweet voice but Alfie knew her like the back of her hand and was very aware that she was trying to buy him.

"That's good to know kid. You should say sorry to your mother though." If he had, to be honest, he wasn't that angry with her. He was obviously the one at fault and never been a well-behaved student in his youth so he really wasn't one to talk. With this said, he also was aware that the rebellious behaviour of his daughter caused by him really took a toll on his dear wife. Besides, lying wasn't really something Alfie could stand.

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[lycorogue]

Love Square Fluff Week: Part 2 - Flowers

UPDATE (2/10/20): I finally had the time to go through and edit. All typos, mispunctuation, and incomplete sentences should be fixed now. Please let me know if you catch any others.

Technically this is the day 3 prompt, written as part 2 on day 4 of @lovesquarefluffweek 2020, and published at 2am on day 5. 

Needless to say, I’m all sorts of behind and backwards in this project. I did decide to loosely tie all the prompts together into one cohesive story though, so we’ll see how that goes....

My biggest issue is that I seem to be coming up with super-angsty stories for these prompts, so dialing them down to try to get to Fluff leaves them closer to “warm feelings and happy endings”?

I’m good at this Fluff thing... >_>

Anyway, along with having it posted in full below, you can also read this story over on AO3, on FFN, or on DA.

Let Me Help You

Summary: Chat Noir struggles to help Marinette out with a major last-minute project. If only his darn claws weren't in the way.

Word Count: 3828 Rating: General Audience Spoilers: Minor “Reflekdoll” and “Troublemaker” spoilers Love Square Side: MariChat with secret Adrienette Romance Level: Sweet Friendship

It was late. Adrien probably shouldn't have been out running through Paris as Chat Noir. And Marinette definitely shouldn't have been frantically pacing her room.

The light caught his eye first. He had no clue how late Marinette stayed up, but Chat Noir wasn't expecting her top-floor room to shine like a lighthouse in the otherwise dim quarter of Paris. Then he saw her jump up from her floor, rake her fingers through her hair, tugging strands out of her pigtails, before pacing in a tight circle. She shook her hands out, stretched her arms, then plopped back below her window.

Wanting to check that everything was alright, Chat Noir leapt over to one of Marinette's windows and gently tapped on the pane.. Inside, she jumped, wheeling around in every direction before zeroing in on the window. Her face then scrunched in confusion. Chat Noir simply pointed up before climbing to her balcony to wait.

A few seconds later, Marinette opened the skylight hatch to her room and poked her head out. “Chat Noir? What are you doing here? Is everything alright?”

“I was about to ask you the same thing.” Marinette blinked at him, so Chat Noir continued. “Sorry. I just saw you pacing, and it's so late-”

“Oh!” Marinette broke eye contact. “No, I- I'm fine.”

Chat Noir cocked his head to the side. “Didn't look fine. You sure you're okay? You know you can tell me.”

Marinette quickly blinked. “I can? I mean, I do? I mean- Yeah, I know.” She gave him an awkward little smile. “Thank you.”

“So?”

Marinette sighed, then pulled herself up onto the balcony to sit beside Chat Noir. “Sorry, I'm just such a mess right now.” As if it reminded her how literal the statement was, she quickly pulled each half of her hair down, combed it back in place with her fingers, and then re-tied her pigtails.

“Something I can help with?”

“Oh, no. It's late. You probably have superhero-y things to do, or you were heading home-”

Chat Noir held up a hand to pause her. “I offered because I'm free. What's up?”

“It's nothing. I just- I didn't-” She shook her head. “I'm sorry, Chat Noir, I really need to get back to my project. I can't spare any more time.” She slid her feet back through the window, but Chat Noir caught her upper arm.

“Hey, hold up. There's no way I'm going to let you shoulder something that's clearly overwhelming you. What can I do?”

Marinette pursed her lips, again hesitating. “Really, I couldn't take up your time with this.”

“Marinette.” Chat Noir shifted his hand to her shoulder. “Seriously, I want to help. Please let me.”

Marinette simply stared at him for a few more seconds. He shrugged in return, encouraging her to open up. Submitting, she audibly exhaled.

“I was supposed to make three-hundred paper carnations for Kitty Section's music video shoot tomorrow, but I just- I ran out of time. Or, I will if I don't get back to it right now.”

“How close are you?”

“I think I've finished the first hundred.”

“Marinette.” His voice was soft; soothing, non-judgmental, and dripping with sympathy for her plight.

Marinette rubbed the back of her neck, a grimace on her face. “Between school, helping out my folks, finishing up my friend Alya's birthday gift, and- and other responsibilities I have, I just-” She shrugged. “Not enough time in a day.”

“Why didn't you ask for someone else to make them, or help you make them?”

“We all had our own job for the music video. I couldn't just dump more on them.”

“And you can't ask for them to give you a few more days because?”

“Because everyone else is ready for the shoot tomorrow. It wouldn't be fair.”

“Okay, and you took on making flowers for the video in the first place because?”

“It's for my friends. How could I say no?”

Chat Noir chuckled. “Okay, so you couldn't say no to a project you didn't have time for?”

“Exactly.”

“And you couldn't ask for help.”

Marinette shook her head.

“And you couldn't finish the project because you didn't have the time.”

“I have even less because I'm talking to you.”

“Which is why the one thing you can do is let me help.”

“Chat Noir, no.”

“Chat Noir, yes.” He rested his chin in his hand, trying to give Marinette a suave and debonair glance. “What kind of hero would I be if I didn't help a damsel in distress?”

She rested her hands on her hips and cocked an eyebrow. “I might be a bit overwhelmed right now, but I'm hardly a 'damsel in distress'.”

“Are you a damsel?”

“Well, I mean, technically-”

“Are you currently in distress?”

“I wouldn't put it in those words exactly.”

“Then you are a damsel that is currently distressing: aka, a damsel in distress. And it is my duty to assist any way I can.”

“Chat Noir-”

“Come on,” he gestured towards the window, “show me the way. Let's make those flowers.”

They stared each other down. Clearly no one told Marinette that you can't beat a cat in a staring contest. Finally, she caved, and waved him to follow her inside.

A rainbow of crepe paper scattered across the floor, and a mountain of green pipe cleaners were stacked on top of Marinette's chaise. A large cardboard box was butted up against Marinette's floral trunk. Over half of the box was still empty.

Chat Noir whistled at the daunting task before them. “Okay. So, how do we make these paper flowers?”

Marinette sighed again before kneeling among her nest of paper. She gestured for Chat Noir to join her. Then, she peeled a piece of crepe paper off her stack, handed it to Chat Noir, and peeled another off for herself.

“First, we need to cut the overall paper down to about twelve centimeters, then we need to fold it accordion-style like this, five times.” She showed him about how large each fold needed to be, then cut the excess off. She then showed him how to cut the folds to make a stack of sheets, and folded accordion-style again. Finding the center of her accordioned stack, Marinette tied on the end of a pipe cleaner, leaving the majority tailing below like a stem. Once secured, she fanned open each side of her stack, then slowly unfolded and fluffed each layer until it looked like a full carnation.

Nodding that he understood how to help with the craft, Chat Noir cut his own section of crepe paper, and started folding. Marinette was half way done with her next flower before Chat Noir finished his initial five folds; taking care not to rip anything with his claws. She was done with two more flowers by the time he started tying on the pipe cleaner.

Marinette chuckled.

“What?” He pouted at her, and delicately began to unfurl the sheets of thin paper.

“Nothing.” She smirked as she shook her head and refocused on her own works.

“No, what is it?”

“Nothing. It's just-” She shrugged. “I dunno. It's amusing to see you sitting in my room, doing crafts with such concentration and care.” She shrugged again before fluffing her current flower.

“Yeah, I guess it is kind of- Shoot!” Chat Noir looked down at his nearly completed first craft. His claw had torn right through one of the petals. “So sorry, Marinette. Can we save it?”

Marinette's tongue peeked out of the corner of her mouth as she inspected the flower. She fluffed the other petals, and finished the side Chat Noir was working on. “It's not perfect, but maybe if they tuck it in the back of the shoot no one will notice.”

Exhaling, Chat Noir nodded, and started on his next flower. For every three Marinette could finish, Chat Noir barely completed one. He was so careful with his claws, but he still kept snagging the paper, asking Marinette for help each time.

“I thought you were supposed to be the one helping me,” she joked as she fixed another flower. “We can't keep too many more of these, or there won't be a point in having the full three-hundred.” She scrunched her face to the side as she thought.

Chat Noir leaned heavily on his crossed legs, his chin in his hands as everything about him deflated a bit. His assistance was becoming more of a bother to Marinette than any sort of aid. He had to find a way to make it right. “What if I fold the paper, and you fluff it into a flower? Then I can't tear it.”

They tried that for a couple more flowers, but it still didn't help. Making sure he didn't tear the paper when folding it in the first place took just as long, and Marinette would still manage to get one of her own flowers made by the time Chat Noir handed his project to her.

“I'm sorry, Chat Noir. I appreciate you trying, but this isn't really helping much.” She chewed her lip as she tucked the scissors by her thigh, keeping them from Chat Noir as he tried to start up another sheet of crepe paper.

“It's because of these claws.” He looked down at his gloved hands and wished he could retract the extended nails. “If I didn't have them I wouldn't have to worry about the paper being so thin.”

“I know. It's not your fault.” She reached out and patted his knee. How did she become the one to comfort him? “I really am grateful that you offered. It means the world to me.”

“Yeah, but you still have so many to make and-” He looked around her room. It was late, and Marinette was already starting to yawn. He couldn't leave her to handle all of this on her own. Maybe he could show up to the shoot the next day with his own box of the flowers? He could do them a lot faster as Adrien than he could as Chat Noir.

That wouldn't work. Adrien wouldn't have known that Marinette needed help with the flowers, she'd probably be embarrassed that he covered for her like that, and it wouldn't stop her from trying to finish them that night, even if she had to pull an all-nighter. Adrien wouldn't be able to help her any better than Chat Noir could.

Or, could he?

Chat Noir's eyes lit up as he spotted some clothes Marinette had piled in the corner of her room. Her pink gym bag was tucked under her vanity sink to her left. This part of Paris was comparatively dark, and Marinette's room was fairly high up.

Plagg was going to hate this plan. So would Ladybug – if she ever found out.

“I've got an idea!” Chat Noir jumped up, skirted the paper carpeting the floor, and grabbed Marinette's gym bag. “Marinette, what are the largest pieces of clothing you own?”

“My largest-? Why do you need-?”

“I can't help you because my claws are in the way.” He held up his hands to showcase his artificial nails. “But, if I didn't have them-”

“No! No way! Nuh-uh.” Marinette was also on her feet now. “You can't transform back! I can't know who you are! No one is supposed to know!”

“And you won't know. It's fairly dark outside, so I'll take some of your clothes, go to your balcony, transform back, change into your clothes so my own can't give you clues on who I am, and if I wear a mask as well, you'll be none the wiser. Do you have a Halloween mask I could also borrow? Or a pillowcase you no longer use and wouldn't mind eye-holes in?”

“Are you serious right now?”

Puffing out his chest, and crossing his arms in front of it, Chat Noir gave a single nod. “Marinette, you are putting too much on your shoulders. I said that I am here to help, and I will. I've figured out how to keep my identity a secret, so what's the problem?”

“The problem is what if I figure out who you are?”

“You won't.”

“What if I look when you're detransformed?”

“You won't. I know you won't.”

That stopped her for a couple of seconds.

“Okay, well, what if the mask falls off?”

“Then you won't look until I put it back on, and I'll pay attention to whether or not it's coming loose.”

“What if-?”

“No. You said so yourself. Time is of the essence, and there's still a ton of flowers to be made. We don't have the time to waste on you arguing with me. I know you won't look, I know you want to keep my secret safe, and I know that we can get these things done in just a few hours if I do this. So let me do it.”

Another stare down. Marinette again lost. Probably because of how tired she already was.

“This is crazy. This is crazy. This is crazy,” Marinette muttered as she rummaged through the trunk. She tossed him a pair of black pants, and a black sweatshirt. She then walked over to a pile of fabric she had tucked over by her desk.

“Thematic. I like it.” Chat Noir held the pieces up against him to make sure they'd fit.

“Here.” She motioned for Chat Noir to hunch down, and when he complied, she wrapped a strip of black fabric around his eyes. “Keep your eyes closed for a second, and let me know if I press too hard.”

“What are you-?” Chat Noir felt pressure along the side of his nose, then on the other side. In a flash the blindfold was off his head. Marinette then cut the fabric, starting at the chalk mark she had made when she measured his nose.

Once done, she slipped the mask back on him. “Can you see alright?”

Chat Noir adjusted it slightly before giving her a thumbs up. Making sure Marinette didn't have time to argue further with him, Chat Noir quickly scooped the pants and shirt up, shouldered her gym bag, and jumped to her rooftop.

“What are you doing?” Plagg scolded once Adrien detransformed.

“I'm helping out Marinette.” Adrien pulled out a wedge of Camembert, and tossed it to Plagg before stripping out of his clothes.

“Ladybug isn't going to like this.” Plagg gulped the cheese down in one bite.

"Which is why she's not going to find out." Plagg quirked an eyebrow at him. "Come on, Plagg, I thought this through. Marinette isn't going to figure me out, and even if she does, she'll keep it to herself. It will be fine." The pants and shirt fit perfectly, as if they were made for him. Adrien wondered for a passing second why Marinette had clothes that fit him so well, but focused instead on the task at hand.

“I hope you really do know what you're doing,” Plagg whimpered. He then zipped over to Adrien and started mussing up his hair.

"Oh! Right! I forgot about that." Adrien shook out his hair, then slid his homemade mask on. Now donning his makeshift superhero suit, he tucked all of his belongings inside Marinette's gym bag, and hid the bag under the lounge chair she kept on her balcony. As he did so he spotted his ring. Marinette had seen Adrien's ring before. She also studied his look for her own design inspiration, so she'd probably recognize his Miraculous while it was deactivated. He couldn't chance tucking it in the bag, not after the Reflekdoll fiasco. He had to make sure he could transform on a moment's notice.

"What are you doing?" Plagg hissed as Adrien began pulling his ring off.

"I can't let her see it. She might figure out I'm Adrien this way."

"Told you this was a bad idea."

"Don't worry, Plagg. I'm not going anywhere without my Miraculous again. I promise." He tucked the ring in his front pocket and patted it. "See? Safe and sound."

Plagg simply glared. Ignoring him, Adrien double checked his mask was secure before padding back to the skylight in his stocking feet.

“Back.” Adrien climbed down the ladder and took his spot on the floor across from Marinette.

She snorted down a laugh, and then another, before she finally let herself giggle.

“What?”

“You look ridiculous, Chat Noir.”

“Yeah, maybe, but you don't know who I am, do you?”

She studied him for a minute before shaking her head. “No, I guess you got me there.”

“Exactly. So,” he clapped and rubbed his hands together, “ready to see how quickly I can actually make these flowers?”

She handed him the scissors with a playful smile. “Care to race to see who can make them fastest?”

“Well that's just not fair,” he protested, “you've had more practice!”

“Oh, don't be a sore loser before we even start,” she teased.

He prepped his paper; she hers, and the race was on. She beat him easily, and he challenged her to a rematch. She again won. And again. And again. And again. The two began laughing as they sped through the project, the piles of paper and pipe cleaners slowly dwindling.

Along with their races – which eventually died off; Chat Noir just could not overtake Marinette's mad crafting skills – the two began to just chat. They avoided anything terribly personal on Chat Noir's part, and he didn't bother asking anything too telling on Marinette's side as well. It was only fair that if he kept his secrets, she could keep hers.

They talked about how the weather was a lot more mild than they were expecting, and how skilled Kitty Section was for an up-and-coming band. Marinette told Chat Noir the concept Nino came up with for the music video, and that the paper carnations were going to be used to make the band members look more like dolls living in a child's imagination.

As the night wound on, Chat Noir and Marinette shifted along her floor, searching for more comfortable positions. Eventually, they ended up side-by-side with their backs against the chaise; the pile of pipe cleaners tucked between their hips, and a small stack of paper to each of their sides.

“And three-hundred.” Marinette declared as she finished fluffing the last of the tied-off crepe paper. “I can't believe we did it!” She pulled out her phone. “And it's only about one-AM. I could actually get some sleep tonight!”

Chat Noir smiled as he watched her pack up the box, quadruple-checking the number of flowers they had made. They were both a bit exhausted, but it wasn't anything he hadn't gotten used to as Chat Noir. Still, the over-tired giddiness in Marinette's voice was infectious. Plus, the sleepy wobble to her steps was kind of adorable.

“Aren't you glad you let me help you, then?”

She turned to him with heavy eyes, and a drowsy smile. Slowly, with a little bob to her head, she nodded. She was clearly minutes away from passing out. Chat Noir wanted to scoop her up, and tuck her into bed. That was probably a bit too much help for one night, though.

“Yeah. Thank you for pushing for me to accept your offer. You truly are my hero.” She toddled over to him, stretched up onto her tip-toes, and pecked a kiss on his cheek.

His cheeks instantly burned with a flash of a blush. Clearing his throat, he skipped away from Marinette, and bent down behind her chaise. When he stood back up he had one more paper carnation in his hand.

“Oh no!” Marinette squeaked. “Did I miss one? I could have sworn I counted right.” She whipped her head over her shoulder, looking at the box.

“No no. This was an extra one,” he twirled the pipe cleaner stem between his fingers before holding the pink paper flower out for Marinette. “For you.”

“Me?”

He nodded. “For the fun evening. For... for teaching me a fun new craft. For the temporary costume. For letting me help. For... I dunno, for being you. I don't know if your friends realize how much effort you put into your relationships, and it was amazing to see. So, to remind you how amazing you are-.” He let the sentence die on his tongue as he again gestured for her to take the flower.

It was her turn to blush as she took the flower from him. Staring at it instead of Chat Noir, Marinette also twirled the flower stem in her fingers, watching the flower spin hypnotically.

While she was distracted, Chat Noir leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek, startling her to catch his eyes with her own. He gave her a playful wink and pulled away. “Your friends are really lucky people to have found you. Always stay as fantastic as you are now. And don't forget to ask for help as well sometimes, 'kay?”

Dumbly, she nodded, and watched Chat Noir climb up to her roof. With a quick solute-wave, he climbed through her window.

He pulled her gym bag out from under the chair, and stared at his clothes tucked inside. He had dozens of those shirts, and the jeans and shoes were easy enough to replace. Would it be all that bad to “accidentally” leave them all behind and just transform with Marinette's costume still on?

“Psst,” Plagg hissed at Adrien, “did you fall asleep? What's the hold-up?”

No. As great as it would be for Marinette to know who Chat Noir truly was, he couldn't betray Ladybug's trust like that. He also couldn't chance putting Marinette in danger, no matter how much he had faith that she wouldn't say anything to anyone.

"So much for having someone new to talk to about the superhero thing," he muttered to himself before sliding his ring back on, stripping out of his loaner costume, and pulling his own clothes on. Tucking Marinette's clothing inside her bag, he dropped it onto her bed, and transformed back into his proper Chat Noir costume.

A couple of seconds later, he heard Marinette climb into bed and whisper “Goodnight, Chat Noir.”

“Goodnight, Princess,” he whispered back. Then he headed home, trying to come up with an excuse for Adrien to also make a paper flower for Marinette.

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[liquidstar]

If you wouldn’t mind me asking, how did you develop your ocs, the world and the plot? It’s very interesting

I don't mind at all anon! Thank you for taking an interest ;-; as usual though im pretty sleep deprived while I'm typing this so try to excuse any typos lol

In all honesty a lot of it was playing it by ear for me as I figured stuff out, but that’s not to say that I didn’t put a lot of work into the world and the characters! It’s just that inspiration would strike at random times, I’d have an idea, and then I’d polish that idea and fix it up as needed as I went along. And even now I’m not done doing that, I may still change stuff or add stuff or even take stuff away, but ultimately I do think that I’m not going to stray too far from the route I’m currently on!

When inspo first struck for the idea, I was about 16, I saw an opening for a fantasy cartoon and when the character ensemble popped up on screen I thought “that’s so much fun! I wanna do something like that!” but at the time the sole concept was “A group of kids in a fantasy word, they are cool and have powers and adventures” and that was about it. Then one night I got bored and watched Wizards of Waverly Place, and it was the episode where they went to school, and I was like “That would be fun!!! A school!!!” and I started thinking about a school concept.

Originally the school wasn’t for wizards it was just for mythical creatures like vampires and werewolves and all that, but I felt the concept was really similar to Monster High at the end of the day and I honestly didn’t feel like I could compete with the creativity for the monsters on that show, not to mention it made world building more complex but I’m getting ahead of myself. Eventually it just became a magic school for wizards, but I really wasn’t even concerned about being too similar to Harry Potter (despite getting inspo from what was basically a parody of it in WoWP) because though the core concept was pretty similar the stories and characters operated so different that I didn’t feel it would be an issue, if anything it wasn’t Harry Potter I was worried about it being too close to but RWBY, but that’s no longer a concern since that series went in a totally different direction that I thought it would.

A bit of the mythical creature concept did stick around in the form of people that have animal features, that was dropped too also partly due to the RWBY comparison but also because it added a needless layer to the story and proved problematic for worldbuilding. Though some people may still have animal traits it would just be because of their magic. There’s a lot of other stuff that was changed over time too, like some characters' personalities are totally different from when they started!

As for how I came up with the characters, from the get-go I knew I needed to fill a whole class up so I made a list of 16 highschool archetypes, prep jock nerd goth etc. and just sort of build around them from there, but of course a lot of them don’t have anything in common with that archetype anymore it was just a starting point and in some cases a placeholder name.

Here’s the thing about me tho… I’m terrible at naming things! I named my rabbit “stinky” for God’s sake! So I came up with a complicated solution to this issue that ended up being more work for me than if I had just named the characters generic fantasy names with no real meaning behind them… But I wanted meaning!!! I wanted a naming scheme! I don’t remember exactly how I came around to flower symbolism, but after trying out a few other things that didn’t stick I ended up doing that and it was GREAT because I could base their personality traits on the flowers/plants they were named after and it was a great starting point for figuring them out a bit more in-depth.

Then I drew the main 16 for the first time, along with a couple teachers I conceptualized while I was at it. And for a while… That was it! I had other ideas but I just had the main group down and worked on their arcs and backstories and stuff. Eventually the board of characters grew and the list of plants I knew too much about along with it. As I developed them I started to want conflict for the story, so I came up with some (at the time) one-note antagonists that I would later build onto more.

But before I could do that I went back to ponder the lore of the world they live in, how magic works, the most important part being Iris and Crocus’ backstory and if I’m being honest the concept of a school run by a God-figure was inspired by Soul Eater. After I did some basic world building and school building I just had to figure out how this impacted the characters living in it, and I was mostly done with the hard parts.

The last thing for the story in its “early” phases was give it a theme, that theme ended up being the concept of “heirship” which I elaborate a lot more on in another post, but the main point was it’s about what people expect you to be, which is why a bunch of characters are also literally heirs in one way or another, it’s a running motif for them and the first one i fully integrated into the concept of the story and it stuck.

That concept being solidified as important to the story is what I consider the end of the first part of my development for it, from then on I just had to figure out a rough timeline that I would edit as I went on. And I’m by no means done either! I still have a lot I can work on and improve so hopefully it can be a great story one day :) for now I’m still editing that timeline and tuning up anything that needs tuning, I have time!

#text heavy #long post #im SO dizzy im going sleepy #Anonymous #Answered

[prorevenge]

Bully me for four years, I'll make sure you go nowhere in life.

I apologize for the unusually long back story TL; DR at the bottom.

So to understand all of what I'm going to write its important to understand that I was bullied heavily in school. I have talked now and again about it here in the past and understanding this is important to understand why this person effected me so much. After leaving school things started to get better, it took me a while to recover with the help of some great friends. At one point I needed to start looking for work. At this point, it was 2005 - 06. Things weren't going so well in the job market around my area and being broke I couldn't just leave for better pastures so I ended up joining the army instead. It didn't last (that's another story), what's important happened after. While I was away my friend's group picked up a couple more nerds for the crew. Among these was useless bully (or UB for short). Thing is that this guy was a gamer like everyone else for the exception of one large quark. He was very egotistical and really liked talking shit. It didn't take long for him to single me out, it really does seem like bullies can sniff out what they call a good target. He really likes to talk shit, often crossing the line between common bullcrappery and real insults. It was obvious he didn't seem to like me but for some reason liked having me around. Some of my other friends even noticed and tried getting him to stop but he took it like a badge of honor, even told me so himself once. I'm not going to get any deeper about what he did as its not the point of this story.

So now you ask why did I stick around and why did my friends put up with such a douchebag. Well, for one thing, I knew my friends far longer then he was around and they were fine. They themselves weren't good at conflict and UB was very smart. He knew exactly what to say to skirt around things if needed. So part of the time they would enable him and the rest he knew how to manipulate them so they would give a pass. It was an abuse cycle, he would act like an asshat one moment and the next to be all nice, in the end, they got too used to this and became a little blind to what he was doing.

But let's continue. I'll start with one particular event that started it all. As anyone who knows me knows, I'm a computer geek. I like to work on them, build them and so on, and it's important to know that so does UB. Like a typical bully, he labeled me as incompetent in all things and treated me accordingly. So to him, I am not even a novice, even though by the time I met him I already started building. Enter that key moment. One night after a night of LOL (League of Legends) I decided to ask the guys something. I asked him and the rest what the L cache was for a CPU. Something I didn't know yet at the time. He, of course, blew me off. Later that night I googled it and while doing so I had an epiphany. Just because UB refused to be helpful shouldn't mean I can't be. So I started offering help at work, beginning with word of mouth then over time I went freelance and time marched on. I eventually moved away met my now wife and broke ties with UB. I kept up with some of my friends though, if they wanted to be friends with him I didn't care as long as they respected the fact that we won't be going near each other.

Time still passed, I got better as a freelancer and eventually earned my way into a legit IT job in my home town. Things are great, one of my dream jobs. Eventually, the shit hit the fan when not long ago my co-worker got fired for doing something he shouldn't have done. (Don't ask, I'm not going to post any info about it.) This of course left a spot open. In the search for a replacement, I offered the spot to one of my friends who declined, but through him, as I found later, UB found out. Low and behold a couple of applicants later he showed up for an interview. My boss sets these up and would take my exco-worker to the interviews, but now I fill that role. So when UB showed up I was surprised, I kept my cool though and so did he. It was obvious he recognized me but shown no fear. Remember this guy is really egotistical and probably thinks things are in the bag already. The interview was normal, I'll skip to the nitty-gritty here so I'll skip to the later part of the interview. Please note that any extra info trickled to me over the years was from the friends that still hang out with him.

B =Boss UB= Useless bully Me=Me and only me.

B: Do you have any experience in an independent team environment?

UB: I'm a manager at Wall-Mart and I know the ins and outs of teamwork. I can handle myself. (Note he managed the electronics and wasn't very respected)

Me: Do you have any experience with a ticket system or ordering system.

UB: No, but I think I can handle it.

Boss: On your resume, you turned in says you went to college for a degree in computer repair but you forgot to put in when. When did you get your degree?

UB: I forgot to finish that I actually finished a year ago.

I knew this was bs, he actually graduated a year before I met him so it's been over a decade by this point. At this point, I started to lay down some pressure and sow the roots of this mans demise.

Me: In your resume, it only shows you working at two different places and there is a time gap in between both of several years, can you explain that?

UB: Oh that was a typo I worked at xx place for a while, I ended up quitting and a month later I started as a manager at Wall-Mart.

Note that made that whole thing suspicious because I knew for a long time he job hopped a lot, even while we hung out he lost three jobs. He did actually get hired straight into his role at Wall-Mart but he didn't mention the job where earned his way up to that position and got fired for being an asshole to his co-workers.

Me: If a computer went down on the shop floor, how would you handle the situation?

UB: I would go down and fix it duh.

Me: What if it was completely unserviceable.

UB: No, there is nothing I can't fix.

His ego was showing through, just as I wanted. Time to start cutting this interview down to size.

Me: So if the memory were to say go bad, your telling me you could fix that?

UB: Well I'm sure I could handle it.

My boss looked at me a bit wondering about why I kept going with it but he let me continue.

UB: Don't you have replacements for memory and things?

Me: Some times.

UB: Well that's bull.

I was surprised he said that but I knew he was starting to slip. He gets mouthy when he feels his ego is being stroked even if it's just him doing the stroking.

Me: So out of your experience, would you say you are a hardware specialist or a program specialist.

UB: I can do both but I can lean towards hardware. I can fix anything you toss my way.

Me: So lets test that a bit. Boss do you have any hardware questions you want answering?

Boss: Sure, how long does a coax cable have to be before any signal degradation starts?

UB: uhhu.

He struggled, I could tell he slipped, that question is my bosses go to question because most people don't know it and he really just wants to see how they respond.

UB: I don't remember at the moment, I did some work hooking up cable for people in the past when the cable company needed some help so I'll remember it sooner or later.

MORE BS.

My boss was seeing through it to, he knows this business like the back of his hand so he knows what's up.

Boss: "Me" do you have any questions?

The sign my boss was done with the interview.Me: Sure just one last question.

I turn to UB and I grin. I look him dead in the eye and ask.

Me: So what's the purpose of the L cache of a standard CPU?

He went white, he knew the jig was up. I don't think he fully knew what I meant but he knew enough to know when to give up.

UB: I don't know that one, it was never brought up in class.

I accepted his last statement, and we ended the interview. My boss told him he would be contacted within 24 to 48 hours with any results. He left and my boss looked at me a little annoyed. He asked me what was going on and I explained it all. That I knew UB, what kind of person he was and about the lies on his resume and in the interview. I told him I just wanted to give him a chance to either mess it up or prove he could handle it. My boss is pretty understanding so he let it go. Needless to say, UB was not chosen to fill the vacant spot.

Two days later UB showed up at my door unexpected. It was Saturday and I figured he found my place through one of the others. My wife answered the door not knowing who he was. Dude fricken walked in like he owned the place. I stopped him at the front mudroom, there was no way I was going to let him in any further. Note that there was more yelling than this but I cut it down for simplification.

UB: So what the hell happened?

Me: What not even a hello how are you?

UB: I never got a callback so I called to ask and they said I didn't get the job.

Dude had a bad tone in his voice, I knew he was here just to rage. A person that egocentric always blames others and I was target numero uno.

Me: What the hell are you here for!?

UB: What the hell did you tell him about me?

Me: Nothing that wasn't true, now get the fuck out!

UB: Bullshit, I know you can't really handle that kind of work, what did you do, suck some one-off? You just didn't want around because you know I would upstage you!

Me: What the hell would you know, you wouldn't even let me talk about computers when we hung out, you just labeled me and treated me like shit. Dude, I told my boss exactly what happened, how it happened, I didn't have to lie or exaggerate. You choose to act terribly, you choose to bully someone, you choose to create a bad representation of your self, as far I see it, its just karma. If you really cared instead of barging into my house you would be trying to fix where you fucked up.

UB: I don't need to do anything, go back and fix it!

Me: Screw you get the hell out before I call the cops.

UB: I'm not afraid of them.

Me: Fine!

I yelled to my wife to call the cops, after this UB new I wasn't screwing around and left in a huff.

The aftermath so far from this is him calling everyone he could to tell them how bad of a person I am like some 14-year-old kid bitching to his classmates at school. Figures because of how immature he really is, or at least, in my opinion anyway. So far no one has taken him seriously enough and some of my friends said he is still fuming but pretty demoralized. As for the position, it has yet to filled.

TL;DR Friends introduce a bully to the group, he shits on me for four years so years later I screw him out of his dream job and a better life.

(source) story by (/u/Atlusfox)

#prorevenge #by /u/Atlusfox #pro revenge #revenge stories #pro revenge stories #pro #revenge #last10

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Cheerleader Melvin [YGOTAS Inspired]

When you try your best but realize you have a typo in the image... OTL

Needless to say, it’s fixed now! The original (with the typo) is under the cut if you’re interested, along with my original words, but I’m going to take this as a lesson learned and make sure I sit at least a couple hours before rushing to upload next time! (Fresh eyes, you know?)

(Thank you to everyone who reblogged the original! 💜)

**EDIT 5/5/2020 - LMAO I HAD A MAJOR TYPO I’VE FIXED IT IN THE NEW PHOTO THOUGH**

ORIGINAL POST:

My friend @flutterfalla (@winged-dragon-of-hugs) and I were talking about Melvin from YGOTAS in a cheerleading outfit a couple months ago and this is the end result! 👀 I hope you guys enjoy this nonsense! 😂

It’s a little bit dated because it was drawn awhile ago, but I like how it came out over all!

(Thanks for always letting me ramble about the Bakurae and Ishtars FallA! You’re one of the best friends I ever could have imagined!)

#ygotas #ygotas fanart #ygo #yugioh the abridged series #yugioh #Yugioh! #Yu-Gi-Oh! #Melvin #Melvin Ishtar #Yami Marik #inside jokes #esper-art #i'm blaming the original MELIN typo i had on my desire for melon soda #because i mean #one letter off man #esper's ygo fanart #yami malik