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cat3ch1sm · 2 years
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🌿| ok we aren't gonna talk abt how long i procrastinated on this okay i had finals all week and spent every waking second studying pls forgive me
🍃| request from @darkrose33 <33 it is just after l's funeral (reader's s/o) and the reader is feeling sad and alone. light decides to take advantage of this. this is part one- which doesn't consist of NSFW, but part two def will :) this part got hella long y'all
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light yagami x fem!reader~ part 1 (sfw)
All you felt was empty.
You'd seen it coming, sort of. You'd prepared yourself as best as you could for the strong possibility that maybe L wouldn't make it out of the Kira case alive. You'd tried to get used to the idea of losing him. You'd spent long, melancholy nights planning your future alone and spent some days distancing yourself from L as to adjust to the idea of him not being there. You had sought out outside help such as therapy, using an alias and saying that you had a terminally ill relative. You'd thrown yourself into your work, often staying up late nights and waking before dawn to immerse yourself in it as much as possible. You had prepared yourself for the likelihood that the very man L had suspected of being Kira, the mass murderer of thousands, would step up and play the part of L. Every possible road had been traveled, every path traversed in your effort to mentally, physically, and emotionally prepare for the death of L.
But it hadn't changed the fact that, at the time, L had still been there. It was never a reality then, you didn't really have to face it- and thus your attempts had been in vain. Now, here you were in the back of the cathedral, struggling to even breathe.
L was dead.
The only thing that you could see in your head was the perpetually repeating scene of L falling out of his chair to the ground, not a single detail missing. The metallic clink of his teaspoon when it hit the floor. The convergence of the entire task force on L's fading body, all yelling in panic and concern. The sudden disappearance of shinigami Rem. The white screen displayed on every device in the room, void of any images or text except for one line- All data deletion. Light clutching the limp detective"s body in his arms, face hidden by his brown hair. L's eyelids slowly fluttering shut. The ensuing frenzy that followed after Light came to the grim conclusion that the remainder of the task force would be killed as well. The pile of shimmering silver dust, later found in the back of the headquarters, along with the Death Note and a single black pen.
Every last detail.
It didn't feel quite real. There was still a substantial portion of your mind that refused to process the reality that L was dead. Gone. Much of you felt numb and shocked, while still other parts of you wanted to drop to the floor and never stop crying. It was the feeling of utter despair, loneliness- and bitterness. Why was L ripped away from you so violently? In front of your eyes, no less? It didn't seem fair. Weren't you both the good guys? Just once, why couldn't there be a happy ending?
You were sitting beneath the sill of a large stained glass window, almost like a mural, a beautifully crafted image of Jesus Christ with beams of radiance emitting from his head, various Biblical images depicted in the space around Jesus. There was an image of the stone tablets containing the Ten Commandments, a chorus of angels playing a variety of instruments, an effigy of a Nativity scene, and most notably, a large tree holding several red apples, and a nude woman beside the tree plucking the apple; the fruit was beside a sly-looking snake shrouded in the bushes, watching as the girl took the fruit. This room in particular had a rather eerie ambience, only enhanced by the fact that just beyond the walls, the corpse of the greatest detective to ever live lay pale and limp in a furnished casket.
At least the church was pretty- the whole place looked like this, the ceilings displaying paintings of angels and the floors in red carpet, the whole cathedral smelling faintly of frankincense. The funeral had been limited to just the task force, and the church had been tightly locked down in order to keep outsiders out. As of now, the funeral had officially ended, and Matsuda, Aizawa, Soichiro, and Mogi had left about a half hour ago- but not before asking you over and over if you were alright, which made you smile a bit amidst your dripping tears. L's body was to be buried that midnight by affiliates of L, wanting to do so in secret as to not run into any unwanted visitors. But as for L's body now- it still lay in the closed casket in front of the congregation, a grandly blooming bouquet with many kinds of flowers tied with a white ribbon to the lid.
Your partner was now a corpse.
Now you inhaled shakily, wiping at your tears. It was time to put your emotions aside as best as you could and think rationally. L wasn't going to come back, and no amount of crying was going to change that. He'd probably be telling you to pull yourself together right around now- there were things to be done, cases to be solved. Emotions were only a liability, and you were not to allow them to interfere with business.
Still, a choked sob escaped you as you thought about this. You would give anything for L to be here, chastising you now.
But he never would again.
"Y/N?"
You startled, jerking your head up to search for the source of the voice echoing throughout the back of the cathedral. Your gaze came to rest on none other than Light, nothing more than a tall, shadowy silhouette in the dark lighting of the church, standing a short distance from you.
"Light." You blinked your eyes hard and violently rubbed at your cheeks, eliminating the last of the tears as you got to your feet and dusted off your long, elegant black gown. As you did not want Light to see your current state, you couldn't help but feel a rush of relief that the light radiating through the glass windows was only minimal.
"Um- is there something you need?" you asked airily. Light stepped closer to you, entering the light to reveal his sharp black suit and tie.
"Is there something you need?" Light returned, making your brow furrow in slight confusion. "I know L's death must be quite hard on you- I want to make sure you're okay."
"Ah, it's- it'll be fine." Wow, that wasn't very convincing, and you realized this with a slight grimace. Waving it off, you pressed forward, hoping to sound more okay than you actually felt. "I suppose it was all but inevitable. The odds were against him; that's all there was to it." You let out a somewhat bitter laugh, lowering your gaze to the velvet carpet. "I'm a bit impressed L didn't pass sooner..."
Light eyed you a little suspiciously, and it was clear he knew you were not alright in the least. You could sense his burning yet warm eyes on you, observing your body language as you continued to stare at the floor, not knowing what else to do.
"Really, I'm fine." You tried again, fiddling with the pendant around your neck that you'd saved for a special occasion. Feeling tears begin to prick at the backs of your eyes once more, you opted to change the subject. "How about you? How are you doing?"
Now it was Light's turn to look dubious. "I don't know how to feel, really- but if I had to pinpoint it, I'd have to say nervous." At nervous, he winced a little- which caught you rather off guard.
"You're nervous?" You blurted, unable to hide your surprise. "Um... that doesn't really sound like you."
"Ha, it's not." Light smiled sheepishly and put a hand behind his head, the other in his pocket. "It's just the prospect of taking over as L... I know it's something I can probably handle, but I can't help but feel a little intimidated.."
"Oh, who wouldn't be? It's a daunting task. But I'm certain you'll act accordingly as L." This was a lie on your part, actually- since L's death, your suspicions of Light being Kira had gone through the roof. But obviously, you couldn't let that be known to Light.
Light gave you a grateful grin. "Thank you, Y/N."
"Of course."
Light began to move closer still to you, and a little off-put, you stepped backwards closer to the stain-glass mural. "Is- is there anything else you need?"
"Well, I do have something to ask you." He was even closer now- your body was completely pressed against the window now. Too late, the feeling of something being wrong began to arise in your mind.
You hesitated. There wasn't very much you could do about that now. "Go ahead."
"What did you see in L that you didn't see in me?"
Your eyes flew wide open, shocked. What the hell was Light saying? Knowing something was definitely wrong now, your fists slowly began to rise to your hips, ready to swing if Light were to try anything. "What?"
"You heard me."
Oh, hell no. A furious expression taking hold of your facial features, your fists instantly flew upward to reach Light's face- only for a single hand to stop them both, long fingers wrapping around both of your wrists. In one swift move, Light swung your wrists and arms backward, slamming them against the shining glass behind you, holding your hands captive above your head. Your breathing began to speed up, and you glared up at Light with equally incensed and terrified eyes. What was he doing?
"Don't look so scared," Light told you, feigning comfort as an almost diabolical smirk spread across his lips, the glimmer of the sun through the window behind you reflecting in his greedy brown eyes. "I won't hurt you- that is, unless you don't cooperate."
You had no clue what was even really happening, but you damn sure weren't about to play along. "Cooperate? Light, what the hell? Let me go!" With a strained grunt, you wrenched against Light's grasp, twisting your body this way and that to try and tear your hands from his grip. However, your attempts were in vain, and didn't even seem to phase him. Instead, Light let out a derisive chuckle, licensing you even further.
"It's pointless to resist, Y/N." Light told you matter-of-factly, appearing almost bored as he held your body fast to the wall. "If you'll only stop moving so much, this doesn't have to be so bad."
Your eyes were ablaze with anger and humiliation- but you knew Light was probably right. You would only wear yourself out if you kept struggling against him. Taking this into account, you reluctantly ceased your thrashing, breathing heavily as you allowed your chin to drop down to your chest as you hung your head in defeat.
"What is it you want from me? Please, just get it over with." Your voice was muffled as you stared forlornly at the floor. Whatever Light wanted- you simply couldn't do it today. Any day but today.
"I want nothing from you- I want you." Light's hand slid under your chin and gently lifted your head up to face him. Your eyes were gloomy and half-lidded as you met Light's stormy eyes, alight with the wistful golden glow emitting from the stained glass window. His body was against yours now, the fabric of his suit touching the cloth of your dress, falling half off your shoulders from the prior encumbrance. You could feel the faint thumps of his heartbeat on your skin, and your breath hitched a little. This could not be happening. Today.
"Want me." you spat icily, almost a little too scornful. "I take it you've been after me for a while? I knew it. I could tell."
"Aren't you clever, Y/N?" Another sardonic chuckle. "You're quite correct- since the day I first laid eyes on you, you were the only thing I could think about. I memorized every last one of your features, even those that weren't necessarily physical- your smile, your laugh, the way you fidget with your hands- and the way you used to look at L." At this line, Light's face tightened, and you couldn't help but choke back a slight gasp. Your instincts were screaming at you to kick him, to fight back, to do anything- but you found you were simply unable to move.
"You're insane." was the only thing you could manage in a biting tone, jaw clenched and diction clipped. Light only responded with an unsettling smile before resuming his lament.
"I was... rather dismayed when I found out that you and L had begun a relationship- a romantic one. All I could think about was how it was supposed to be me- you were supposed to belong to me. And when L went and handcuffed himself to me, all I wanted to do was kill him. I was forced to watch you kiss lips that weren't mine, throw your arms around a body that wasn't mine. Likewise- I was made to watch his hands run along your waist, caress your skin, smooth back your hair- skin I should have been touching, hair that should have been tangled in my own fingers."
"And for what? For him to dismiss you, ignore you half the time, and behave as if you meant so little to him? When I could have granted your every wish, showered you with my love every second."
So Light had noticed the growing distance between you and L- realizing this, you couldn't bring yourself to keep looking at him, and instead dropped your head again from Light's grasp, hot tears dripping down your face and blurring your vision. L had been quite alienated from you in the days leading up to his death, and it had made you suffer greatly as the looming threat of Kira grew closer every day. All you had wanted to do was be there for L, save him somehow from going in too deep and endangering himself even further- and your efforts had only been proven futile. L had quite blatantly dismissed your attempts at assistance- ignoring you, rejecting any forms of physical affection from you, even going so far as to flat out tell you that he didn't even want you present at times, which had hurt you greatly. It had made you feel unwanted, inferior, and useless. And now that L's murderer had thrown it all back in your face, it was like a wound in salt, stinging like the tears spilling from your eyes.
"Look at you. You're still crying over L- even when he's no longer here." Light leaned down a little to meet your height, while still holding your wrists with one hand, and peered into your red and glassy eyes with a strangely affectionate expression. "Do you see now? Do you see how much he made you hurt? Do you see how good I could make you feel?"
You were too distressed to answer, face completely wet now as the whole day hit you at once. Light, however, didn't seem impatient with you- instead straightening up and at last releasing your hands, your arms limply falling to your sides, and sliding his hands slowly around your waist in an act of comfort. He began to rub your skin through your dress soothingly, easing your tears some as you began to relax a little. "It's alright. It'll be fine, Y/N- okay?"
You nodded shakily, no longer paying much attention to what you were actually doing, only wanting to find comfort somewhere, anywhere.
"I can make you feel better again. I can make you feel safe. You just have to let me."
You sighed, wiping at the tears on your cheeks.
"Okay."
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naralanis · 3 years
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Fic Writer Review!
Thanks @mssirey for the tag! I totally didn't have a crisis with the very last question, not at all bwhahaha
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
41, soon to be 42. ASJKLDBLAHSDSD how. And also why. But mostly, how.
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
565,934 EXCUSE ME WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. I was going to check my unpublished works but ya know what. Maybe I've written enough akdjsa
3. How many fandoms have you written for?
Technically speaking, I've written and published fics for five fandoms. However, I only have one story for OUAT (and I have @shadowdianne to thank for that... or do I?) and one for Captain Marvel. Mirandy was my first love, Cissamione the second, and Supercorp has burrowed in my brain and just won't let go.
I've also technically written for Xena, Legend of Korra, and Criminal Minds, but since I never published those, we're going to pretend they don't exist!
4. Top 5 fics by kudos?
Only two are WIPs! YEAH! They're the top two, but WHO CARES, here they are:
1) Perhaps, aka my baby, my child, my darling, the apple of my eye. If I ever had to choose to finish only ONE of my WIPs, this would be the one. This story has grown with me, and I think you can tell when you read. Or maybe not!
2) For the Better. If the former is my baby, this one is like... my moody teenager. I love it dearly, but... it takes a lot out of me. An ode to one of the first fandoms I actively wrote for, it sits unfinished, but nearly, oh so nearly done. I will finish it, damn ittt.
3) The Date. Honestly, this one really surprised me -- it's one of my oldest one-shots, and something I definitely dashed off between lectures back in Scotland, maybe alternating with FtB chapters. It's one of my first attempts at humour, I think.
4) Bits and Pieces. AYY, I wasn't sure Supercorp would make the cut, WOOOT! This one was the second Supercorp fic I ever wrote, and I did it because Lena Is Baby and the idea just wouldn't leave my brain.
And lastly, the fabulous number 5... Perfect. AKA Nara's First (published) Explicit Fic, featuring Praise Kink and an Enchanted Dildo (for... reasons). I'm not gonna lie, I am so HAPPY this one made it, because it has a special place in my heart. It's where Soft Butch Hermione comes to life, and if you don't love Soft Butch Hermione, I'm sorry, we can't be friends. I love her.
5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?
Eeermmm... some? I do want to respond, but I'm terrible with keeping up with comments, I really am. For whatever reason, even when I do my best, I don't really love responding directly on AO3. I also turned off all email notifications for AO3 because turns out my brain WILL be distracted by even a single one.
I'm much more responsive on Tumblr, I promise!
6. A fic you've written with the angstiest ending:
Any of my Narlily works, I guess? Like... All Flowers Wither or Carry On.
Unshackled would be another one, though it's Cissamione... but I caved and made a happy(ish) second part for that one.
7. Do you write crossovers?
Nope! Crossovers just don't do it for me, generally speaking (reading or writing).
8. Ever received hate on a fic?
EvEr rEcEIvEd hAtE-- yes. Oh, yes. I've been told my writing is terrible, I've been told my stories were a 'waste of time,' or 'overhyped,' I've had people tell me there was only One Way to write a certain pairing and my way was definitely Not The Way.
The list goes on.
It used to really, really bother me--still does, but in a much smaller way. Delete/Block buttons are my friends.
9. Do you write smut?
I write an absurd amount of smut. I just don't publish any of it because. Fear.
My pretty, pretty pens have created some filthy, filthy things.
10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
A couple of times -- only once or twice like, straight up attributed to someone else who acted like they were the one writing it. The other times were reposts or translations (without my permission, so still. stolen).
11. Ever had a fic translated?
I've authorized a couple of translations of a few of my DWP works. I'm usually cool with people translating my stuff IF THEY ASK ME FIRST and GIVE ME PROPER CREDIT.
9/10 it's some Brazilian who translates it to Portuguese without my permission and then gets upset when I, another Brazilian, do not endorse it and politely ask them to take the thing down. Thankfully it's been a while. ASK ME, DAMN IT.
12. Have you ever co-written a fic?
Nothing published bwhaha!
13. All-time favourite ship?
Right now SuperCorp is definitely barking a little louder, so to speak, but I don't really have one favourite overall. It depends on the fandom, sometimes! Cissamione is very dear to my heart, because it's just so fucking out there and literally every one in this ship has some of the most fascinating headcanons for this pairing and it's just. So wonderful.
14. WIP you want to finish, but don't think you ever will?
Eeeeuuughhh.... Right now? Probably The Appraisal. I forget what I wanted to do with it, I'm not sure if I'm still feeling the premise... IDK.
I think the same could be said of For the Better, but I PROMISED to finish it, and GOD DAMN IT, I am so close I can't throw in the towel just yet.
15. Writing strengths?
You want ME to say good things about MYSELF? I'm still learning how to do that asldkjbasdn it's a work in progress. But I think I'd say... maybe world-building, at least on my longer works?
I would also like to think I do pretty OK in... IDK, some of the punchy stuff? The 'oh wait a minute' moment? IDK if that makes sense!
16. Writing weaknesses?
Organizing. Plot (HAHA IKR). Consistency. Editing (which is rich from someone who literally edits shit for a living... but go figure). Pacing. Weirdly long sentences? Commas for DAYS.
I could go on.
17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?
I am a-OK attempting it in French/Spanish/Portuguese. It may not sound natural, but it will be correct. If I'm trying another language, I'll definitely get help! But I've got no problem with it.
18. First fandom you ever wrote for?
Harry Potter, Dramione specifically, and you'll never find a shred of it. I was like 12, and almost a decade later I figured out Hermione was much better off with Draco's mother.
19. What's your fav fic you've written so far?
DON'T MAKE ME CHOOOSE asdkljasdl I CAAANNN'TTTT
I mean, obviously Perhaps is one of them -- it is my baby, that has been established. I think Little Bumps in the Road is also up there, because it was just a random writing exercise that got out of hand, and honestly? I'm here for it. Andddd.... I GUESS I'll put A Valentine's Evening up there as well, because it was the first time I didn't second guess every word I wrote when posting smut. I just... felt it, went for it, wrote it, and it felt really, really good to release some of that into the world lol
WHEW, this was a long one! I'll be tagging @intheinkpot, @shadowdianne, @delirious-comfort, and @16-pennies because I am a curious bastard. But, as always, feel free to treat this as an open tag. Go nuts!
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purplesurveys · 3 years
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1245
Serious question, peanut butter or nutella?  Oh you are just mean. Nutella is amazing as a filling or icing, but when it comes down to it I guess I look for peanut butter more often. I love both though.
Do you prefer baked potatoes or mashed potatoes?  Mashed. But baked potatoes are pretty good too; the only reason I didn’t pick it is that I don’t get to have it as often as I do mashed.
What is your oldest sibling’s middle name?  I’m the eldest sibling, but my sister, who comes after me, has Beatrice as her second name if that’s what you mean by middle name.
Do you like breadsticks?  Yes. The more cheesy-garlicky, the better.
What are your favorite things to spend money on?  Merch or food.
Which would you rather have a new puppy or kitten?  Puppy. Not the biggest fan of cats.
How old will you be on your next birthday?  24.
Do you ever feel self-conscious when you eat around other people?  If it’s the combination of having to be around people I’m not too close with, like workmates, and I’m eating something that tends to be messy, like jjajangmyeon, then yeah I can definitely feel conscious.
When you opened your eyes this morning, what were your first thoughts?  I fell asleep from 11 PM to around 3 AM and when I woke up then I thought  “ugh, I fell asleep early again?”
What is one thing in the room you’re in that reminds you of somebody?  My vape pen constantly reminds me of Andi because they were the one who gave it to me.
Could you ever be friends with somebody who was homophobic?  No.
Would you ever want to be a supermodel, or date one?  I did want to be one, at one point. It was all a matter of being stuck with the wrong crowd at the time lol.
Honestly, have you ever made fun of somebody so bad they cried?  Probably with my sister when we were very young.
Honestly, would you rather be complimented on your looks or intelligence?  Intelligence.
Have you ever purchased a pregnancy test, for yourself or otherwise? I never have.
You can get one thing, anything, for free right now. What do you pick? Why?  A 1 or 2 TB hard drive. My phone has reached the stage where I’m starting to have to constantly delete shit so I don’t reach the maximum storage, so I need someplace to dump all my photos and videos in to free up my phone.
Honestly, have you ever danced naked?  Nope.
What was the first illegal thing that you did? Did you get caught? I dunno...buy pirated movies? I didn’t get ‘caught’ since pirated movie stalls are widespread here anyway, so for the most part I’ve always been more concerned for them than I am for myself.
What is the home page on the computer you’re on?  Technically it’s supposed to be the Google home screen, but I have an extension that shows me my to-do list for the day.
Do you like to write poetry?  Nah, that’s always been my Achilles’ heel when it comes to writing.
Are your ears pierced?  Yup. Surprisingly enough they’ve never closed up despite never having worn earrings (clip-ons notwithstanding) in the last 13 years.
If so, were they pierced with a piercing gun, or with a sterile needle?  I’m not sure, since my mom had them pierced when I was a baby. I would guess piercing gun, though.
Do you wear makeup regularly? I never wear makeup.
Did you eat cereal for breakfast today?  I never have cereal unless I’m staying at hotels. It’s just never been something I look for.
When was the last time you tripped over something?  A box that was lying around in my room.
Any obsessive-compulsive tendencies?  I’ll sometimes get concerned with how many times I have to flick the switch of our hot water dispenser or open and close the refrigerator door before I feel completely satisfied...but I dunno if that counts.
Who was the last person you yelled at?  Technically...Angela? I was filming an unboxing video for a gift she randomly got me and I loved the gift so much I was yelling my excitement through the screen.
Why did you yell at them?  ^ That.
Favorite type of apple?  I don’t like fruits.
Ever seen live horse racing?  No, it’s not something that interests me.
How about live greyhound racing?  I don’t even know what that looks like.
What’s one thing, besides the obvious, that you couldn’t live without?  The arts, I guess. I need something to listen to, to watch, etc on a regular basis.
Have you ever touched a giraffe?  I don’t think so.
What does your mom call you?  Robyn, or the Filipino term parents use for their kids.
What stresses you out the most in life?  A particular client at work. We have a million campaigns going on for them at any given point so my life virtually revolves around that brand these days.
Do you play any PC games? What is your favorite?  Nope.
If you were pregnant, how would you tell the father? Well, that would depend on the circumstances. Did we want a baby? Was it a bad surprise, a happy surprise? I can't answer this with just one idea. < Yeah.
What’s the hardest level you can play on Guitar Hero?  If I’m using a Playstation controller, I can go Hard or Expert. But my finger coordination with the actual guitar controller is terrible and I fail most songs even at Easy.
What ever happened with you and your first boyfriend?  There was never any ‘boyfriend,’ but my first girlfriend and I have basically had a falling out and I haven’t talked to her in months, and I expect it to continue being that way.
What’s your favorite country song?  I don’t have any.
What is the worst thing a former boyfriend/girlfriend has done to you?  Putting her pride and anger first even when I’m obviously in a state of disstress or breakdown in front of her. That’s some emotional rollercoaster I’m glad I don’t have to deal with anymore.
What were you for Halloween last year?  Just Dora the Explorer again, which was a repeat from the year before that.
Are you feeling guilty for something?  I don’t think so; at least there isn’t anything I’m actively feeling guilty about at the moment.
Are you usually quiet or loud?  I think I’m in between? I’m pretty loud but I can space out at the most random moments hahaha.
How many hours do you spend on the computer a day?  This question always makes me wince at myself...I guess anywhere between 16-18 hours? The only time I put my laptop down is when I’m off to bed, but otherwise it’s constantly open.
What is the show that you watched when you were little, and you still do? I don’t think there is such a show.
Do your siblings text you?  Nope. We live under the same roof 24/7 so there’s been little need to text.
Do you want a small or big wedding?  Big.
Have you ever searched for your own house on Google Earth?  Yes, but that was when Google Earth was still super bare so I wasn’t able to see the actual house anyway, but just the general area where we’re located. I haven’t used Google Earth in years.
Who is your ex dating/talking to?  I don’t know and I hoooonestly could not care less.
Ever kissed someone who smokes?  Yep.
Does it take a lot for someone to annoy you?  Depends on my mood. I have my moments where it’s very easy for me to get irritated.
Do you own your own computer?  I mean it was bought for me, but I didn’t get it with money I earned.
Did you ever have to share a room with one of your siblings?  When my brother was starting to mature, my sister and I very very briefly experimented sharing a room, but it lasted like all of two weeks. My parents ultimately just transferred our balcony to a bedroom so that all three of us had our own rooms.
What noises in the room you’re in, do you hear at the moment?  An airplane is flying above me at the moment so I can hear its engine. I can also hear some crickets chirping and the faint barking of dogs.
Have you ever dated someone with longer hair than yours?  Yup.
What’s the biggest upcoming event for you?  I guess my second vaccine dose is kinda big? It’s happening this Friday.
What do you typically order from Wendy’s?  I rarely get Wendy’s tbh, but when I do I usually go for their Baconator.
Have you ever been given a lapdance by an actual stripper?  No, it’s not something I would be into.
What do you love most about yourself? Continued the next day because I am terrible at taking a survey in one go. I like that I don’t hesitate to do or buy things for my loved ones, not even inwardly. I guess it’s because my family has always lived very practically, so I want to make up for that by spoiling my friends.
Have you ever received a hickey from the last person you kissed?  Yes.
What are you doing right now?  I am supposed to be at work but it’s a relatively quiet day, so I’m here. I do have my screen split between Tumblr and my emails though, so that I’d be able to see if new work will come in hahaha.
What’s bothering you right now?  Quiet work days always make me anxious because it makes me think if I’m forgetting about something crucial.
What was the last thing you drank?  I literally just took a sip of my coffee before moving on to this question.
Be honest, do you like people in general?  Depends on the situation, I think. Like when I go to concerts, I know I’m around people I share the same interests with, so there’s a sense of solidarity that goes with that. But when I’m like...I dunno, lining up to get my license renewed at a government office, I know people there are in a rush and tend to get rude, and that makes me feel a little bit overwhelmed. I don’t think this is something I can generalize.
Do you want your tongue pierced?  No. Lip I can consider, but I have to pass on tongue. 
Do you change your phone background a lot?  I do these days, yeah.
Have you ever made someone so mad that they broke something?  Possibly.
Have you ever been strip searched?  I’ve been searched, but was never asked to strip.
Do you have a funny last name? Does anyone make fun of it?  No, it’s an ordinary surname.
Ever have a drug overdose? What did you OD on exactly?  Never.
Do you get sick of people who call themselves bipolar all the time? I get sick of people who call themselves bipolar, and of people who use ‘bipolar’ to describe someone else who just has your typical mood swings.
Describe your day so far in three words:  Business as usual.
What was the most stressful project you had so far/while in school? I was once designated as a leader for a science investigative project, which didn’t make sense because science was definitely not my strongest point. Needless to say it didn’t go well and I ended up being a terrible leader. Choose one- Butterfinger, Milky Way, Snickers:  Butterfinger, even though they’re a bitch to eat and chew.
Have you ever stepped in dog poop?  Maybe once or twice. It fortunately doesn’t happen a lot.
What was the last thing you spent money on?  I got Angela and Reena cheese tarts. The reason behind it was Jin held a VLIve last Monday and he had been eating egg tarts during the stream; and because I was happy to have watched my first Jin live, I got my friends cheese tarts hahaha. I don’t know a lot of places that sells good egg tarts so I settled for cheese tarts instead, which I think are better anyway.
Have you ever slept in the same bed with the last person you kissed?  Yeah.
Is there a guy that knows a lot about you?  I guess Hans? We personally don’t get to have a lot of heart-to-heart exchanges, but considering how Angela’s my greatest confidante I’m sure she has shared bits of my life to him, which I don’t mind.
Is there someone you just can’t imagine your life without?  I don’t really like answering this question anymore because the people that I’ve declared ‘for keeps’ have faded out of my life at some point. I’m a lot more guarded and self-preservation-y when it comes to this now.
Do you prefer Starbucks coffee or small cafe coffee?  Ooooh, both. I love coffee.
Would you ever consider getting a piercing in your septum?  No.
Do you enjoy being outdoors?  If the weather is nice, yes.
Do people tell you that you have an accent?  I mean I’ve been told my English is strong, but my accent in particular doesn’t really get noted.
Do you enjoy watching fireworks on the 4th of July?  I don’t celebrate that.
What’re some unspeakable subjects for you?  I don’t like talking about my brother. Otherwise I am pretty open about everything.
Is there anyone you would take a bullet for?  Several people come to mind.
Do you enjoy tanning?  If I’m at the beach, sure. It’s honestly not something I have to constantly keep up with, though, since I’m already naturally tan enough. Are you a virgin?  No.
Who’s your celebrity crush?  Taehyung :(
Did or do you get good grades in English class?  I always got pretty good grades in English.
What part of your body are you self-conscious about?  Teeth, and my legs sometimes.
Are you expected to help fix Thanksgiving dinner?  I don’t celebrate that.
Have you ever lost anyone close to cancer?  Yes.
Do you personally know anyone who is transgender?  Yes.
When was the last time you got a shot?  Last month, then I’m getting my second dose tomorrow.
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ranboounlabeled · 3 years
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Incorrect Quotes
So I had the bright idea one day to make incorrect quotes based on a DnD campaign and the players. Why not post them here? If any of them find this and request this to be deleted, I won’t mind. Blu - DM, any other character you don’t see listed here Tuck - Alzora Autumn/Me - Aria Maria - Yeet Bard - Tad Whipple - Niyana ~ Aria at 3AM: Alzora wake up Alzora, annoyed: What is it? Aria: If butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans/mobians in their stomach? Alzora: The rest of Team Supernova: Niyana: aria what the fuck Yeet: No no, wait. She has a point. Yeet: What if they’re mobian butterflies? Snipe: What if they just feel really tiny butterflies in their stomachs? Niyana: That’s morbid. ~ Aria: is pink panther a lion Alzora: say that again but slower Aria: i don't get it? Alzora: he's the pink PANTHER Aria: okay? but is he a lion? Alzora: Aria. he's a panther Aria: is that a kind of lion??? Alzora: no it's a fucking panther Aria: I just googled it. Are they not pink?  Alzora: AND LIONS ARE??? ~ Yeet: *gets shot* Shit. Alzora: Language! ~ Niyana: Is 4 alot? Aria/Alzora: Depends on the context. Aria/Alzora: Money? No. Aria/Alzora: Murders? Yes. ~ Yeet: Just a reminder that I'm non-binary so if you've got a crush on me, u gay bro ~
Alzora: if one of you says that stupid thing again I will not hesitate to give you frost bite Aria: aw that's so sad alexa play despacito Alzora: starting with you Alt idea from our DM (context, Alzora is an ice dragon and I compare her to Elsa alot): Aria: thats so sad, alexa play Let it Go. Alzora: you will die in 3 days ~ Niyana: THE FLOOR IS LAVA Yeet: *helps Snipe onto a chair* Alzora: *throws Aria off the table* revenge Niyana: There are two types of people ~ Alzora: If anyone says ‘mood’ ‘same’ or 'me’ in response to something I say ever again, I will throw you out the nearest window Yeet: Mood Aria: Same Niyana: Me Alzora calling tad: hello? Tad can you come here quickly? Tad: why what happened? Alzora: well lets just say there’s a gun in my hand, 3 dead bodies on the floor, blood on the walls floor and ceiling, and police on the way Tad: Tad: what Tad: The police are going to be there? Yeah, you're on your own ~ Aria: Mobius is a hot, molten core with a solid crust. Therefore, its a ravioli Alzora: Please stop Yeet, taking notes: No no let her finish ~ Aria: Comparing me and Alzora is like comparing apples to oranges. Aria: I mean, I like apples, and I really don't like oranges. Aria: Oranges are annoying. ~ nesta: fuck your cake! aria: 
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~ Niyana: I’ve been working on my evil laugh! ‘Cause everybody’s got an evil laugh, you know, like... Ha ha ha ha HA! Like that. Alzora: Okay, here’s the thing. You’re not ready... for the evil laugh, okay, you can do a chuckle? Like a mildly upset chuckle? After MY evil laugh. ~ Snipe: You're smiling. Did something good happen? Aria: Can't I smile just because I feel like it? Niyana: Alzora tripped and fell down the stairs. ~ Yeet: So, why is Aria mad at you? Alzora: They sneezed and I accidentally said "shut the fuck up" instead of "bless you". Yeet: Alzora: Yeet: How do you accidentally say "shut the fuck up"?! ~ Alzora: Anyone who says 'uwu' or 'owo' again is being arrested for crimes against humanity! Aria: Cwimes against huwumanity. Alzora: I'm going to break your fingers. ~ Yeet, while crying: LOVE IS DEAD AND NEVER EXISTED! ALL YOU DID WAS BETRAY ME AS I LAY SICK AND FESTERING! YOU ARE THE DEFINITION OF DREAD! Snipe: Are you ok???  Yeet, crying even more: NIYANA STOLE MY FUCKIGN WEAPONS! [This breakdown is immediately followed by Yeet trying to beat the shit out of a 15 year-old] ~ Alzora: Good Morning!   Aria: Good Morning everyone Snipe: Good Morning. [ half of everyone else says their good mornings] Yeet: My god you all sound like robots! “good morning” this “good morning” that. Yeet: Spice it up!!! Niyana: HEY MOTHERFUCKERS ~ Alzora: *falls*  Alzora: Alzora: I suppose I’ll have to add the force of gravity to my list of enemies. ~ Aria: Tall people are the enemy! Alzora: I'm sorry, I can't hear you from up here. Aria: I will tie your fucking shoelaces together and you won't even know it! ~ Niyana: But rules were made to be broken! Tad: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken. Nesta: Uh, pinatas. Alzora: Glow sticks. Yeet: Karate boards. Aria: Spaghetti when you have a small pot. Niyana: And rules! Snipe: Don’t forget bones. Yeet: Ye-Wait no- ~ Aria: Onion rings are just vegetable doughnuts. Alzora, used to Aria: Sure they are, Aria. Aria: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed. Alzora: Okay. Aria: Lasagna is just spaghetti-flavored cake. Alzora: … Aria, oblivious: Lobsters are mermaids to scorpions. Alzora, crying: Aria, please stop. Yeet, fascinated: No, continue. ~ Yeet: Hey, Snipe, what are you doing here? Snipe: This is where I come to cry. Yeet: What. Snipe: I said this is where I come to be a cool guy. ~ [loud crashing comes from Team Supernova's room, Tad runs in to find the room completely trashed] Tad: What happened in here!? [The rest of the Team are on an elevated surface]  Aria, on top of the bookshelf, shaking: We saw a spider... ~ Yeet: Isn’t it amazing what friends learn from each other? Aria: I learn a lot from Phin because he makes so many mistakes. ~ Aria: AVJDJAHDHSHS Tad: what is that? Aria: a keyboard smash Tad: how do I do it? Aria: just press anything Tad: 7 ~ Alzora: Bitch. Aria: Blocked. Alzora: Wait, unblock me, I need to tell you something. Aria: Unblocked. Alzora: Bitch. ~ Alzora: Don’t say a word. Aria: Aria: Fergalicious. Alzora: I said no words. Aria: Oh, I see. Two weeks ago playing Scrabble, it’s not a word. Now suddenly it is a word because it’s convenient for you. ~ Aria: Olli? Why are you outside? It's pouring! Olli, drenched: The aesthetic, Miss Aria. Aria: Olli, please. Olli: ThE aEsThEtIc, MiSs ArIa! ~ Niyana: There’s no “i” in happyness. Aria: There is if you fuckin’ spell it right. ~ Niyana: Do you care if I take the skin off the Furby? Niyana: I want to make him a God. Once he is free of his sinful flesh he can begin the path towards enlightenment. He will take care of Us. Niyana: Also I want to softhack his circuits. Yeet: I literally could not care less but never say anything as frightening as that sentence ever again. Tad, not looking up from his sketch book: I could design some long furby designs if you need me to. ~ Stella: I have a mafia! Yeet: We have a Niyana. ~ Yeet: Bro. Snipe: What bro? Yeet: Tell the whole world we’re bros. Snipe: *whispers* We’re bros. Yeet: Why’d you whisper bro? Snipe: Because you’re my whole world bro. Yeet: B R O. ~ Yeet: Your house is burning down! You can only save one thing. What do you save? Aria: My house?? ~ Aria: Yeet, do you ever want to talk about your emotions? Yeet: No. Alzora: I do. Aria: I know, Alzora. Alzora: I’m sad. Aria: I know, Alzora. ~ Stella: *looking around in closet* What should I change into? Snipe: A better person. ~ Whatever characters Yeet writes into fanfiction: *hugging and vibing* Yeet: Who would ever want to harm such a loving relationship? Yeet, brandishing a pen: I WOOOOULD! ~ Yeet: Chillax~ Alzora: That’s not a word. Yeet: Sometimes the ones who deny “chillax” are the ones who need to chillax the most. ~ Aria: 13 year old me would be both terrified and in awe at who I am now. Niyana: 13 year old me wouldn't think I'd get this far. Yeet: I would fight a 13 year old me. ~ Snipe: Yeet came into my room in the middle of the night, I pretended to be asleep, and they stroked my hair for a minute then left. Are they planning to kill me??? Aria: No they just care about you, idiot. ~ Yeet: Well, I guess you could say I’ve fallen for you. Snipe: You just fell down seven flights of stairs, how are you even alive? ~ Yeet: I wish I could block people in real life. Alzora: A restraining order. Niyana: Murder. ~ Alzora: What the frick is wrong with you? Snipe: Please be more specific and resubmit with the proper paperwork. ~ [on a city bus] Stranger: Are you traveling for business or pleasure? Alzora, in full armor: Combat. ~ Aria: Who ate my fries? Yeet? Yeet: I don’t like fries. Aria: Snipe? Snipe: I don’t need food. Aria: Niyana? Niyana: …It was Alzora. Alzora: Yeah it was. Aria: wh ~ Alzora: They are completely literal people. Metaphors go over their heads. Yeet: Nothing goes over my head... my reflexes are too fast! I would catch it. ~ Yeet: Live by the ass, die by the ass. Tad: S t o p ~ Niyana: Is there a word that is a mix between sad and mad? Tad: Malcontented, disgruntled, miserable, desolate. Yeet: Smad. ~ Tad: If someone is trying to rob a civilian, what is the correct course of action? Yeet: T-pose to assert dominance Tad: No. Niyana: Say "Thank you Chaos, for this meal I'm about to have" and then- Tad, interrupting: even worse Yeet, taking notes: Wait, let her finish ~ Aria: Hey Alzora, do you think Snipe feels regret? Because i just saw him choke down one of Tad’s pancakes in half a second. Alzora: Snipe has only one emotion and that’s hubris. ~ Yeet: *peeling a banana* May I take your jacket lol Snipe: Do you think other people can't hear you? ~ Aria: You have to pick your battles, Alzora. Alzora: I’m full of rage and I’m picking all of them. ~ Nesta, T-posing in the hallway: Good morning, parental figure. Tad, not looking up from his coffee: Hello, problem child. ~ Yeet, throwing his head in Snipe’s lap: Tell me I’m pretty. Snipe, lovingly stroking their hair: You’re pretty fucking annoying, that’s what you are. ~ Yeet, hoarsely: I think I'm losing my voice. Niyana: Ha! That means you can't yell at me anymore! [later that day]  Niyana: Turns out, Yeet is scarier when they’re quiet. ~ Snipe: WE'RE SINKING IN DEEP WATER. Yeet: Don't worry. I learned this from a survival TV show. Yeet: OH TOOOOODLES-- ~ Niyana: Who else uses can openers to drink soft drinks? Yeet: This is extremely unhinged I must try it immediately. ~ Snipe: Boil up some mountain dew. It’s gonna be a long night. Aria: You could have said anything else. Yeet: fire burn and cauldron bubble, baja blast to fuel my trouble. ~ Aria: What do you want for dinner? Niyana: How about Sonic? Aria: *whispers* He's so fast how would we catch him-
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tsukikoayanosuke · 3 years
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T-W: Our Precious Deleted Scenes - TwstOBer Specials (Day 15)
Date Published: 15 October, 2:45 PM UTC / 9:45 PM WIB Words Count: 1126 Warning(s): poisoning and murder attempt TwstOBer Prompt: Day 15 - Poison
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Having the perfect meeting in one of the prefect dorm wasn't something unusual. Though, you could say that Jonah was a bit skeptical. Walking down the hall of Pomefiore dorm at the back of the group, he had his hands in his pockets, eye glancing at every corner for any sudden movement because if his guesses were correct (and he will not repeat what happened back then with Kalim and Jamil), Vil must've plan something. He had to. Both of them had been in a cold term ever since Epel ran away, and now that he thought about it, this would be their first meeting since the start of the semester.
"We have arrived." The Pomefiore student that led them opened the heavy double door, revealing a grand table with various food prepared for them. Vil stood at the head of the table as the host.
"Glad you can all arrive." Vil looked over his guests. The only one that wasn't present was Kalim, but Jamil was there in his place. And for once, Malleus and Idia were there. When his eyes stopped at Jonah, the pirate boy gulped, his hand reached for the hilt of his cutlass just for reassurance. “Please, have a seat.”
All of the prefects sat on their seats. Jonah purposely picked the one furthest from Vil, just for precaution. Students carrying teapots came out from the room and poured some tea into the cup. Jonah glanced around. The other prefects had started eating and chatting. They all seemed fine. Staring at the tea in front of him and his empty plate, Jonah frowned. Could it be that Vil didn’t want to strike in the middle of a crowd? Possibly. There were too many witnesses. So, he was safe right now?
Grabbing the teacup, the sweet scent of the tea hit his nose. Bringing it close to his lips-
*BANG!*
"Stop! That drink is poisoned!"
Before anybody could react, somebody ran toward Jonah and snatched the cup from his hand. Kalim al-Asim stepped backward as if keeping the cup far from Jonah’s grasp.
“What is the meaning of this?” Riddle stood up from his seat.
Jamil followed, looking annoyed and confused at the same time. “Kalim, what are you doing?”
“Are you kidding me?” Idia muttered, wiping his lips with the back of his hand repeatedly. “The one time I decided to go out is the time I got poisoned... Wonderful.”
Noticing that Idia, who had drunk his tea first, Leona picked up his cup and smell it. “It doesn’t smell like it was poison.”
"This is a serious accusation, Kalim.” Vil stood up calmly. “All of us here can see that all of us sit randomly and the drink was poured after all of us was seated.”
Kalim glared at the Pomefiore Prefect. “That’s because it’s only Jonah’s cup that got glazed!”
"And how do you prove that? Again. All of us sat randomly. I cannot predict where Jonah would sit.”
“Kalim, look.” Jamil grabbed his hand, but Kalim tried to pull back, not wanting to drop the cup. “You can’t throw declare something because you have a hunch.”
Kalim actually looked hurt. “Jamil, you know me. This is basically my talent. Why are you doubting me?”
“If I may.” Everyone turned to Malleus who also stood up, looking between Vil, Jonah, and Kalim. “There’s one way to prove.” He then turned to Kalim. “If what Kalim said is a lie, then I’m sure Scarabia will have to suffer the consequence of a serious accusation.”
Riddle frowned at this. “But he’s telling the truth...”
Jonah quickly stood up from his seat, but Kalim stepped back further. “Kalim. Give me the cup.”
Kalim shook his head. “No.”
Jonah glared at him. “Look. If you’re telling the truth and that glass is really poisoned-”
“I know.”
“No, you don’t,” Jamil added, stepping closer. “You’re doing stupid stuff again. Give me-”
“No!” Kalim shouted, quickly taking out his magical pen, pointing at Jamil and Jonah. “Both of you. Stay back. I’m doing this.”
Kalim stood up straight, eyes focusing on to Vil. He didn’t even flinch or tremble when he brought the cup close to his lips, drinking in three large gulps. Kalim lowered the glass and licked his lips. “This actually some good apple juice.”
Jamil sighed loudly. Typical Kalim to make some big commotion over nothing.
“So... There is no poison?” Idia asked out loud.
Jonah looked at Kalim from up and down. He still looked fine. No twitching or vomiting. Maybe he was wrong-
Kalim coughed. It was small at first but soon turned into a coughing fit. The Scarabia Prefect reached for his throat as if it could reduce the feeling of being choked. His vision started to blur and his stomach flipping, making him feel even sicker. He wasn’t even conscious when he fell.
“KALIM!” Jamil grabbed Kalim before he could hit the floor. The once cheerful face suddenly turned pale, his forehead was burning and sweating heavily.
"I knew it.” In a light speed, Jonah ran toward Vil, unsheathed his sword, pointing it at Vil’s neck, just a few inches from the skin.
The side door was kicked open, and Rook, armed with his bow and arrow, aiming at Jonah stepped in. “Stand back, Capitaine!”
Another door was kicked, revealing Ace and Deuce, pointing their magical pen at Rook. “No! You step back!”
Riddle, Malleus, and Idia took out their weapon, just in case chaos might happen. Azul and Leona ran to Jamil’s side. “We need to get him to the infirmary,” Azul said, crouching down to pick up the poison-glazed cup. “I need to look up about the poison.”
Leona crouched down and picked up the really sick Kalim bridal style. “Come on.” Leona, Jamil, and Azul ran off the dining room, leaving the rest on their standoff.
“What were you thinking really?” Jonah started. “If you really want to kill me, can’t you just send me some poisoned apple pie? This is very out of character of you, Big Brother Vil.”
Vil didn’t even look scared or even make a move to take out his tome and fight back. “You can say that I’m in a rush. You’re in my way, Jonah. We need to get rid of you out of the scenario as soon as possible.”
“You know you just declared war to all dorm? None of us appreciate attempt murder.”
“I know the risk. With all of your connections, it was never safe for those you dare to even pinch you. You have all of them tied around your little fingers. Killing you might release them from your hive.”
Jonah gripped on his cutlass tighter. “We’ll stop you. Your reign is over, Your Majesty."
The corner of Vil’s lips pulled up, smirking like a madman. "That's where you're wrong, One-Eyed Captain. It has just begun."
This is based on the first plan of having Pomefiore, Ignihyde, and Diasomnia in Book 2 so Jonah is way crueler(?) and chaotic. And this was planned before the Pomefiore Arc happen. I thought it was going to center around Epel becoming a fugitive, okay? Don't blame me! And I am still forever salty that Vil is not a prince in hiding! But also I really want to put some of the Disney movie element, so Snow White Arc need at least one dramatic poisoning and not just the falling of the cliff for the flashback episode. And since Kalim is a poison detector... Also, this scene was inspired by the early BBC Merlin where Merlin drank Arthur's poisoned drink. On another note, I’m been writing too much deleted scenes...
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ravenbun7 · 3 years
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The Actual Crossword Explorer Answers Are Disclosed
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wocfics · 4 years
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My Only Sunshine
 Jung Hoseok 
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Arranged Marriage Series
Masterlist
JHS x Poc Reader
Warnings: Fluff
Word Count: 1k+
Things were going to be done differently now, and for once, it was a good change for you. It happened when you were choreographing a dance for a high school in Chicago. The call you received from your lawyer, alerting you of the good news you were waiting for. For a month now. It’s not like you didn’t believe in love, of course you did, you just didn’t believe in the whole dating aspect of it. By the time you go out on several dates to get to know the person, they switch up after the impression stage. Their true colors come out and it’s either a good or a bad thing. In your case, it was always a bad thing. They were either bad at conversation, which didn’t get them past the first date or they got too bossy for your liking to the point of telling you what to do and when to do it. If you wanted your father around, he was only a phone call away.
You wanted to just marry someone already, you weren’t getting younger and the pickings were slim in this day in age. You wanted someone with motivation, a big heart and maybe to laugh with every once in a while. That’s why when you got the call about arrangements already being in order, you were more than excited. Your things were shipped and when you landed in Seoul, everything was beautiful. Your Korean was butchered, since learning apps didn’t do much justice. 
You arrived there early, very early to be exact. You wore a red see through shirt but had a tank top on underneath it and dark denim jeans with black combat boots. Your bleached curls sat on your shoulders while you sat in the meeting room, explaining that you actually wanted to surprise your husband in your new home instead of in the meeting room which they agreed to once you signed the necessary papers. They corrected you when you said something wrong in Korean and you were embarrassed for sure. 
The apartment was amazing, everything was clean and you could smell the new furniture because it had that smell, you know the one. You unpacked all of your belongings, putting everything away and touched up your makeup. You wondered if he’d like you or if he would think that you were too energetic for him. Walking into the kitchen after putting on a pair of fuzzy socks, you decided to make him something to eat. Of course he’d be hungry.
While you were putting the sandwich together you wondered who he was. It didn’t pass your mind that you were in the Big Hit building, since it was a big building, but it was the building that held the group BTS...you gasped to yourself as your eyes widened. How could you forget?! BTS?! The biggest boy group on the planet and you...were now married to one of them. But which one? After putting the sandwich together, your hands shaking from nervousness now, you put out a bottle of water and sliced and apple into chunks. 
Keys jingled in the door and your head snapped towards the sound before slowly making your way through the living room and towards the front door. When you saw him, Hoseok, in all his sweaty glory and a bag over his shoulder while he kicked off his Puma’s, your heart almost jumped out of your body. He looked at you and all you could do was smile at the moment. He was also smiling as well, that smile that made everyone’s hearts melt. The both of you were nervous on the inside, new to this life and to another person occupying the same exact space as you. Of course he was used to living with six other people but they were all men and you were a woman. 
You didn’t know what to do so you bowed and greeted him in Korean, something you didn’t mess up and he let out a soft chuckle. “You don’t have to bow, it’s okay…” He had forgotten your name and you grinned. “Y/N.” You finished for him and he repeated your name. “I made you something to eat. Well- I made you a sandwich actually. I figured you would be hungry since they said you were rehearsing. Sorry, I’m nervous.” You paused and put a hand on your head, realizing you were speaking full on English. You knew he knew how to speak it but you were in Korea now and you wanted to learn, especially for him. 
You tried repeating what you said in Korean and his eyes widened before he burst out in laughter, dropping his bag on the floor and walking over to you. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you proper Korean so you don’t mess up.” You knew you probably said something stupid so you pressed your lips together and nodded while following him into the kitchen. Sliding his plate over to him and his water, you clasped your hands together on the island top and watched him eat.
“I put my things away in the room. Also I was informed that there’s a dance studio on the lower floor and I know you dance too, but I’m also a choreographer.” You leaned against the counter, watching him chew and snack on the apples periodically. Once he finished and drank half of the water, he looked at you with a smile. “You dance too? Maybe we can dance together one day.” He suggested. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth as you nodded. Why were you fangirling so hard right now?
Grabbing his plate from him, you cleaned it off and wiped down the counter top while he drank the rest of his water before tossing it into the recycling bin. He knew you were nervous, and he thought it was cute. You excused yourself and walked into the bedroom, pacing around to calm yourself down. You didn’t want to do anything embarrassing in front of him. Just chill out Y/N, don’t mess this up. Taking a few deep breaths, you turned around when you hear him lightly knocking on the open door. “Don’t be nervous around me. Just pretend that I am just a regular person.” He knew why you were nervous and you nodded, frozen when he was still walking towards you.
He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, your arms going around his neck to hug him close. You didn’t care that he was still a little sweaty, if anything it was a turn on and you had to stop yourself from wanting to place your hands anywhere else. There were a few things that did get you worked up and for some reason, a man sweating was one of them. You gently pulled back as your face flushed. You looked away and cleared your throat, removing his hands from around your waist only for him to interlock your fingers together and kiss the back of your hands. “It’s okay. We’re married now and I wouldn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable, Y/N.” He spoke in Korean and you fully understood it. Nodding you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in and smiled. “Okay.” 
Since it was still early, Hoseok decided to take you down to the dance studio. You just wanted to see it since you were still a bit jet lagged after it finally caught up to you through the adrenaline you had earlier. It was twice the size of the studios you used to practice in. You sat on the floor of the apartment while he left to take a shower. You were writing down some phrases from your learning app, repeating the words multiple times while chewing on the back of the pen. 
Hobi walked out in black basketball shorts and he was completely shirtless. He watched you for a few minutes until he heard you say a curse word and couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips as he rushed over to you. You glanced up at him and almost drooled from seeing his bare chest but you blinked owlishly as he explained the pronunciation. 
The whole night, after he got you to delete your unhelpful Korean teaching app, he helped you with words and phrases. It ended in you two putting a bunch of sticky notes with words on them around the apartment so that you won’t forget. After a few hours of you finally getting the hang of the language, you decided to take a long shower, keeping on a shower cap while you washed your face. Hobi was ordering take out for the both of you, some ramen and meat. 
After you were in your pajamas, pink cloth shorts and a pink tank top, you pulled on your silk robe and made your way into the living room after putting two braids in your hair. You could smell the food and sat down at the table he set up in front of the couch and began eating. You laughed while eating and he fed you some of his ramen since you wanted to try it. 
Once everything was cleaned up and you both brushed your teeth, you removed your robe and climbed into the bed, it was soft and inviting. Hobi slid next to you, turning off the lamp after you did the one on your side and pulled you to his chest. You rested your head on his chest, sofly placing your hand on it as well and tilt your head to look up at him, noticing that he was already looking at you. You were both married right? You were going to have to be comfortable around each other eventually. Slowly draping your leg over his waist, you scooted up some and pressed your forehead against his, both of you were breathing slowly before he leaned forward to connect your lips together. 
Pulling you on top of him, his tongue pushed past your lips, dancing with yours while his fingertips glided down your back, tracing your spine lightly over your shirt. He rolled over on top of you, moving his lips to your neck and sucking harshly, leaving light bruises across. He kissed back up to your lips and you felt like your body was on fire. “We don’t have to do anything tonight...as much as I want to...we’re both tired.” He spoke between kisses and you nodded. “We can wait, I just want to kiss you.” You breathed, his tongue entering your mouth again, he swallowed your moan as his hands moved down to your hips, gripping them before pulling away and looking down at you. 
Giving a few more pecks, he rolled off of you but made sure to pull you back to your original position, letting you rest your head on his chest. You kissed the side of his neck before slowly closing your eyes. You didn’t realize how tired you were until you actually fell asleep. Everything was perfect so far, he was sweet and tasted sweeter. The nerves you had earlier washed away in your sleep. You wondered how long it was going to be this perfect with him. Your husband.
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britishchick09 · 3 years
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1984 livewatch
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the time has finally come to watch the full movie! it’ll be sad, it’ll be disturbing, it’ll possibly be cringy, but it’ll be a lot of fun! :D
we start out with the mgm lion! noice ;)
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epic quote B)
wait why is opera music playing i thought we’d start at the 2 minutes hate
OMG what if they’re gonna hate on opera
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this looks like a drive-in movie tbh
narrator: “this is a land of peace and hope, a land of plenty...” OH SHUT UP YOU
they’re showing wheat like it’s little house on the prairie BOI YOU’RE IN LONDON
this is epic propaganda B)
what if the war footage was taken from ww2 and thus... isn’t real :o
HOLD UP is the eurasian war racist?
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THE QUEEN HAS ENTERED THE CHAT
WHAT ARE THEY ALL SHOUTING I CAN’T HEAR WHAT THE FDR GUY IS SAYING SHUT UPPPPP
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oh no it be u (his face is like ‘WHAT IS GOING ON’ and it’s very lol)
julia’s so into this! :o
o’brien’s like ‘ohhh!!!’
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look who decided to SHOW UP FINALLY
he pauses a bit before reluctantly joining in yas ♥
OMG THIS IS LIKE A SCHOOL ASSEMBLY STOP TALKING GEEZ
good they stopped!
WOWWW DON’T EVEN LIST SUZANNA HAMILTON’S NAME WITH THE OTHERS GIVE HER A ‘WITH’ CREDIT WOWWWWW
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this IS a school assembly they’re going back to work!
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winston in glasses *chef’s kiss*
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ooh a rotary dial! great use of tech from when the book was written :D
winston’s looking over at syme WITH SO MUCH JEALOUSY lol
what if the words they speak are just random stuff with no meaning
OMG confession!!!!!
poor winnie with his cough :(
this confession sounds JUST LIKE WINSTON’S OMG!!!!
winston: “bugger!” he’s a brit lol :D
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epic B)
OMG this guy read goldstein’s book SO DID WINSTON!!!!
i love how the diary is in a brick hole that’s so cool :D
the diary scene was filmed on april 4th just like in the movie so that’s way rad man :D
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i want you valley!!! :D
ooh they’re put a smol scene of his childhood in there coolio! :D
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he  s l e e p
this violin squeak tho :o
OMG THIS IS THE STANDING UP SCHOOL SCENE
it’s not but i can easily imagine it lol :D
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he’s a stick omg ;o
when the lady talks to him you know it’s not a recording ;)
lady: “anyone under 45 is perfectly capable of touching his toes” BOI
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oh no PARSONS
parsons: “choco rations are going up” c h o c o
parsons: “i seem to have run out of razor blades for some reason’ yeah,,, for some reason... ;)
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this is so a cafeteria scene at school
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THEY SAW EACH OTHER OMG
♫ i suddenly see him standing there, a beautiful stranger tall and fair, i wanna stuff this weird food in my faaaace! ♫ :D
me: “this is so romantic!” winston’s thoughts: “lemme smash HER WITH A ROCK”
wait did the lady say pineapple grenade???
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HIS FACE LOOOL
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syme rip boi
the 11th edition isn’t thicc :/
aww winston’s smol nod ♥
parsons: “by 2050 we won’t have conversations like this!” yeah because of screens lol
OMG the food looks and taste like meat but isn’t IT’S PLANT BASED MEAT!!!! :o
parsons just pulled a ‘hey need help with that?’ and put winston’s food on his plate EPIC
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julia’s lookin’ at u ;)
YAS PROLES HOPE!!! :D
oh no DON’T TALK ABOUT THE 50 YEAR OLD WOMAN SEX WINSTON
OH NOOOOOOO
he liked the ‘bright red lips’ yet...
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THIS CHICK’S LIPS AREN’T BRIGHT BOI
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poor baby desperate for money :(
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let’s GET THIS BEAT
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hand on cheek = doublepluscute ^_^
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epic foreshadowing B)
OMG CHESTNUT TREE POEM FORESHADOWINNNGGGGGG
OMG a couple is making out in the bar EPIC
winston’s just like ‘nnope’
OMG THE THOUGHT POLICE WERE FOLLOWING????
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he’s at an antique store in prescott bless his heart ♥
mr. charrington sounds so kind WHYYYY
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THE BIRTH OF A QUEEN ♥
mr. charrington says ‘4 dollars’ but they’re in london??
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YAS BELLS OF ST. CLEMENS!!!! :D
winston: “what was that?” mr. charrington: “something old.” no DUH
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they see each other againnn!!!!! :D
winston writes that he hates her SAME WITH A LOOK LIKE THAT
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OMG SMOL WINNIE BIG O’BRIEN????? :o
his mom is lying dead in the field like the erza kid in ‘kirsten’s promise’ :(
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he’s just... staring
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OMG SPYING ON THE SPICY STARING ACTION :o
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she PLONKED
that ‘ow!’ was so fake jules!
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this is like anna and hans but not as bad underneath!
julia: “it’s nothing!” but this is turning out to be something... ;)
we’re half an hour in and wowza it’s gone by so fast! :D
winston: *gets a cute love note from julia* YEET!
THE HELICOPTER IS BACC!!!!! they’re really not making the spying subtle
OMG THIS IS THE THOUGHT CRIMINAL SCENE YAAAAS!!!!! :D
winston is the best plummer confirmed
kid: “you’re a thought criminal!” winston: *gives a slight ‘wha’ face and smiles* ICONIC
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:)
the crowd is clapping and cheering over the war yet winston’s not doing anything SAME
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jules is just scooching by lol
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HAND HOLDING WHILE PASSING A NOTE OMG ♥♥
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the sky does exist! :o
the telescreen has some great music :D
winston’s joining the ‘big man’s hiking group’ suure you are... ;)
the train is going to the beat of the kids’ singing coolio! :D
big brother is called ‘bb’ yas bby!
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YEEES THE I WANT YOU VALLEY SCEENE!!!!!
the lq audio made the twig crack and the leave brushing really weird lol
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winston: “i want you.” I-CON-IC!!!! :D
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THAT SMIRK THO
winston: “i want everyone corrupt.” julia: “i’ll suit you, then. i’m corrupt to the core.” *mal screech*
OH NONONONOONO SHE GONNA TAKE HER TOP OFF BI PANIC BI PANICCC!!!!!
she really went commando huh
ALL THE WAY
the sex looks like it hurts NO WAY MAN NOT FOR ME NNNNOPE
i’m glad it was only a part you couldn’t really see and not a full on thing I DON’T NEED THAT
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awww she’s so peaceful after big naughty :)
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this is vaguely gay...
aww winston’s hair ruffling in the wind ♥
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c r o n c h
also did he just cronch into a potato???
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OMG THIS IS JUST LIKE SCHOOL
teacher: “when the orgasm is finally eradicated...” totally julia: “NOT ON MY WATCH”
winston is the kid who smokes in glass while julia is the one kid who Just Doesn’t Care lol :D
thoughtcrime THIS IS THOTCRIME
wow syme is still alive?
julia: “you dropped your ink pencil” you mean pen?
winnie’s back in prescott! :D
the room is 4 bucks a night noice B)
BACC TO THE H8 BBY
the modern say 2 minutes hate is probably just a livestream with kids texting ‘h8 xd’ in the chat lol :D
winston’s thoughts: “she who is so careful...” boi she threw a dictionary at the telescreen in the book THAT’S SO NOT CAREFUL
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hey girl CUTE LQ SMILE YOU HAVE THERE!!! :D
YAS THE REAL COFFEE SCENE!!!!! :D
she has so many smiles YAS!!!!
she’s so eager with showing him I LOVE YOU SO MUCH JULES ♥♥♥
she says ‘real sugar, real bread’ and... jam
winston: “how did you manage to get all this?” jules has her ways... ;)
winston: “i want you” julia: “i want you too” YAS :D ♥♥
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the thiccc singer is here!! :D
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she’s so pretty! ♥
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aww the stroke ♥
his hands are shaking as he touches her :(
winston: “freedom is the freedom to say two plus two equals four. if that is granted, all else follows” iconic!
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YAS THE PAPER!!! :D
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it be gin time ;)
he scratches the face off the gin bottle woah :o
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I JUST REALIZED THAT THIS IS O’BRIEN :o
winston’s little ‘yes!’ at getting the 10th newspeak dictionary ♥
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that’s a look of longing my friends! :o
winston: “the call has come. all my life i’ve been waiting for it...” and now he’ll go into the unknown... ;)
AAND we cut to naked julia eating an apple! slight bi panic
she’s touching the paperweight queen love it ♥
SHE KNOWS THE CLEMENS YAS!!! :D
julia: “i just know it!” BOI YOUR G-PA HELPED OUT
winston: “the only thing to do is to walk out of here before it’s too late” thus my ‘julia lives’ au comes in! :D
winston: “never seen one another again” ...oh he was talking about that NOT IN MY AU SON
julia: “you do, i do.” omg marriage :o
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YAAAS JULSTON KISS!!!!!!! :D
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fluffy! ♥
julia: “i love you.” awww :)
winston: “julia. do you think the resistance is real?” julia: “none of it’s real.” STRAWBERRY FIELDS FOREVER!
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OMFG THERE WAS AN EXPLOSION :o
work is scrambling like eggs!
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poor headache bby! :(
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epic B)
winston’s dreaming of his bishy selfish chocolate mom adventure!
the rats were there when his mom and sister were vaporized! :o
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she’s in the dress! ♥
they’re talking about betrayal and julia’s like ‘they can’t do that!” OH BOI BUT THEY CAN!!!!
julia: “they can’t get to your heart” aww :)
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awkward...
winston sees o’brien WITHOUT JULIA THE F????
this feels like the principal’s office lol :D
o’brien’s voice is so deep and british ♥
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the way he clutches the newspeak dictionary is so cute! :D
aww he’s stroking the pages as he reads :)
the oceania anthem sounds russian :o
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YAAAAAAAASSSS!!!!!!! :D
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so soft ♥♥
winston: “julia, my love.” MY LOVE MY LOVE AHHH!!!! :D
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YEES THE COFFEE SMILEEE!!!!! :D
she’s hungry... she wants coffee... who’s gonna tell her coffee isn’t food?
omg i saw winston butt :o
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:)
winston: “she’s beautiful.” julia: “she’s a meter around the hips easily” winston: “that’s her standard of beauty.” YAAAS!!! :D
winston: “the future is ours.” YAS
OH CRAP THEY SAID ‘WE ARE THE DEAD’ NOOOO
mr. charington is loud compared to how i thought in the book
his ‘you are the dead’ should’ve been quieter like winston and julia’s then he could be loud!
FBI OPEN UP!!!!!
charrington: “here comes a candle to guide you to bed, here comes a chopper to chop off your head!” OHHHH NICE ONE MR C!!!!!! :D
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RIP TO A QUEEN :’(
i should be a bit more heartbroken BUT THAT MR C RHYME MAN
OMFG THEY JUST BEAT UP JULES
SHE’S IN SO MUCH PAIN NOOOO :’(
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why does he look old
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awww :(
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delete the drunk old lady BUT GIVE US PARSONS SUUURE
i dread the scene to come...
parsons didn’t say that he said ‘down with big brother’ so that’s a bummer :/
aww poor parsons he’s crying! :(
oh SNAP room 101!!!! :o
poor parsons but at least that scene wasn’t a thing!
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OUCH THAT SMACC LOOKED LIKE IT HURT
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is this leading into the bloody mouth scene? I STILL NEED TO KNOW WHAT THAT IS
winston doesn’t know where he is IT’S THE I WANT YOU VALLEY!!!
hold up this is just a vision ok BUT WHERE’S THE BLOODY MOUTH SCENE
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frankenstein and spirit halloween called!
also o’brien flipped the switch without warning BISH
o’brien: “you suffer from a defective memory” and you suffer from a BISH MEMORY SIR
remember winston it’s all in the mind... ;)
WHY DID O’BRIEN SHOCK  WINSTON HE SAID FIVE
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'how many fingers’ is a trick question because winston sees four YET WE SEE FIVE OHHH
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mother gothel vibes...
awww winston’s little scared squeak :(
winston: “i don’t know... i don’t know!” SAY FIVE WINSTON SAY FIVEEEEE
o’brien’s voice is so calming yet it spouts evil words...
julia immediately betrayed winston BECAUSE SHE HAD A ROSEMARY KENNEDY yet she’s somehow still alive without damage by the end???
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ooh a new shot! :D
they just faded to black and showed a new angle which is a bit weird...
o’brien: “you’re thinking that my face is old and tired...” because it belongs to poor richard burton!
o’brien just yoinked winston’s tooth out tho :o
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mother gothel strikes again!
winston to o’brien: “i love you.” you don’t say that back to jules YET YOU SAY IT TO O’BRIEN BOIIIII
o’brien: “you’re one of us. one of the chosen.” one of us gooble gobble! also ANAKIN IS THAT YOU????
winston just said ‘i love you’ oMG OMG OM WAIT WWAIIITIT
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D
seconds after she says ‘i love you too’ SHE’S FREAKING SHOT DAAANG NO PUNCHES PULLED BACK!!!!!
aww he called her ‘my love’ even in a dream
so that was the infamous bloody mouth scene and it was quicker than i thought it would be? at least i have a bright julia smile! ♥
OMG winston’s calling for her yet it sounds so weird WHYYY
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he’s much improved!
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they’re skyping lol
after all he’s been through he still hates bb! :o
ROOM 101 :o
room 101 is a personalized experience just for you! :D
also IT’S A DREAM MIRROR
omg the rats are GOING AT EACH OTHER GEEZ
winston’s squeak at the rats no!!! :(
‘do it to julia’ sounds a bit selfish but it’s the betrayal we’ve been waiting for!
...NOT
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uh oh here comes the awkward reunion...
they should’ve said “...sup.” to each other
the bartender saying “on the house!’ tiredly each time is great :D
winston: “thank you for coming.” julia in her thoughts: “yeah whateves bro.” :/
at least they can still bond over something :)
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jules gin time ;)
they ratted out on each other true love???
julia: “we must meet again.” winston: “yes, we must meet again.” ...they never met again
but if they did it would be a bro time!
winston: “i have seduced party members of both sexes” BI NANI???? :o
since his crimes are like the guy’s from earlier... what if he didn’t do them and was convinced that he did? :o
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in the book he says i love you to bb, but here he turns away and says it... what if he still loves julia? :o
and with that question, the movie has come to a close! it’s a fantastic little film that closely follows the book. while i would’ve liked to see julia with winston at o’brien’s and the drunk jail lady, the cutting of the gross parsons scene, the addtion of the bloody mouth scene and the possibly hopeful ending make up for it. overall, this is an amazing adaptation of such a great book! :D
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maggyme13 · 4 years
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Sugar (3/?)
AN: Here is my third chapter of my SugardaddyLoki AU:) I hope you like the Chapter for this week :)
Warnings: not really
Wordcount: around 1600
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Part 2
You had decided to bake some chocolate-apple-pie after your grandmothers recipe together with some Pasta and self made tomato-sauce, hoping the male would like the food.
The apartment had started to smell delicious, yourself nibbling on some bread Pietro had brought with him from his grocery shopping.
He had mentioned that Mr Laufeyson usually did not eat breakfast at the flat, but got something on his way. So you had needed to get your breakfast supplies, or your mornings would be hungry.
At least he had tea. A lot of tea and a lot of different kinds.
Now, the kitchen was stocked with every essential thing someone would need.
Food was finished around dinner time and you were just cleaning the kitchen of any evidence of your session, when the front-door opened.
You froze in anticipation and worry.
“Food is already here. Good. Please serve while I change into something different.”, the male called and not a second later you heard another door close.
Doing as asked, you plated your home-cooked meal and placed a dish where he had sat the day prior, you sitting down with your own serving in the same manor.
It did not take long for him to emerge again and join you at the large table.
“This looks quite good. Now it only has to taste as such.”, he mumbled, eyeing the food in front of him before taking a small bite.
You waited, anxious, for his reaction and could not suppress a smile when you saw him relax into the food.
He liked it.
“This – this is good. Where did you get it? I have to put it on Pietro´s list of shops to buy from.”, he asked you, already preparing the next bite.
“I made it.”, you whispered, awaiting his reaction.
You were not disappointed: His shewing stopped, his eyes wandering to look at you. He gulped the food he had in his mouth.
“You are telling me, that you cooked this meal yourself? How and Why?”
“I spoke with Pietro and he offered to get the ingredients, what he did. I found the utensils in the cupboards.”
“Well, that explains how, but not why.”
“I, I didn´t know what to get, and I like to cook. It is also cheaper-”, the last part was only a whisper, but he still heard it.
“I don´t think I need to have an eye on how much money I spend for food and take-outs.”
“I apologize Mr Laufeyson.”, you quickly added, averting your eyes.
“It is quite delicious.”, he continued, “Well done.”
Warmth spread through your veins upon hearing the males praise and you couldn´t suppress a shy smile.
“You may cook more often.  Now, if you would excuse me, I have an early meeting tomorrow and therefore will go to bed now.”, he declared, already standing up.
“I- there is dessert.”, you quickly stated, “I mean- if you want. I can but it in the fridge. The pie might not taste as good as now, but still good.”
“You made pie?”, he mused, sitting down again, “What kind of pie.”
“Apple chocolate after my grandma´s recipe.”, you whispered.
He stayed silent and you took it as a sign to serve the desert. Gathering the used dishes, you placed them aside and got the pie out of the oven to plate it with some powdered sugar.
Mr Laufeyson looked at for a few second, before taking a very small piece onto his fork and eating it.
His face kept neutral, though he ate it all.
“As I said. I will be retreating for the night. Tomorrow morning the cleaning service will come to clean the apartment. Just as a heads-up. Have a good night.”
And with that, the man retreated to his quarters.
Well, better get the kitchen cleaned and then to bed.
Thanks to the fact that you had already cleaned most of the things after using them, the kitchen was spotless within ten minutes with the leftovers secured within the fridge. Labeled with the date you had cooked them.
It was nearly enough to feed one more person.
Shutting off the light, within the main area, you stepped into your bedroom, only to stop short; on your bed were four black boxes with silver ribbons.
Presents.
When did he get them in here? What is in there?
Slowly you approached your bed, letting your fingers brush over the soft fabric of the ribbons, once you were able to.
The boxes had the Ásgard´-logo imprinted into the top.
More clothes? But-
With gentle hands, you opened the first bow and then box.
Is that Lingerie? What does this mean?
Shocked, you lifted the first pair of clothes out of the box. It wasn´t lingerie as you first thought, it was a nightdress.
Does he expect me to wear this?
Quickly you opened the other boxes as well, and the next two contained a similar kind  of clothing.
That was, until you opened the last box and a relieved sigh escaped your lungs. Your eyes fell onto some new shirts and boxer-shorts. First were made of extremely soft cotton, last were made of silk.
You just had to wear them, the leggings and shirt you had worn previously had been to warm for your liking and felt wrong to your skin beneath the covers.
Ready for bed, you placed the boxes into the walk-in. You would sort them away in the morning.
With your mobile phone charging and the alarm set for 6:30am, you closed your eyes to sleep.
You woke up with the alarm and decided it was a good day to start with a shower.
Dressed as casually as possible, you made your way to the kitchen area with still wet hair.
You were surprised to see Mr Laufeyson already sitting there. “Good morning.”, you mumbled.
“Good Morning. I did not thought I would see you this early.”, he greeted you in return, sipping on his tea.
“I am used to get up early to do work.”, you admitted, preparing your own breakfast with the stuff Pietro got you the day prior.
“I see. Pietro will drive me to work this morning. I have a conference call with some important people. After that he can drive you wherever you want. There is a credit card on the little table next to your door. It has an allowance of  10.000$ a week. I may allow you to use more, should I see it necessary and you ask me beforehand. You need to have your ID with you though. Otherwise the card will not be accepted.”
He spoke almost bored, like that sum of money were just peanuts.
“Ten-thousand a week?”,you stated with huge eyes.
“Not enough?”
“Too much. Tha- thats more than I made in four months working. Wha- what should I do with that much?”, you quickly explained.
“Buy what you want, as long as you don´t buy at the opponents shops. The cleaning crew will be working from 10 to 12am. See you sometime today.”, and with that, the sharp dressed man left.
Leaving you with no idea what you should do with your day.
Sighting, you grabbed the offered card and stared at it for a long time.
I could visit Bob and Monty,  maybe get them some food or things they need. And then buy stuff for the shelter. At least I would do good with all this money.
You still did not want pity money and felt dirty accepting it.
Using your new phone (because you couldn´t find a pen and some paper to make notes), you wrote stuff you though you should get to not accidentally forget something.
It got rather long, and you hoped you would be able to get all this without renting a truck.
“And I need some reeeeeaally simple stuff to wear.”, you mumbled.
The ringing of your phone caught your attention. Pietro was calling you.
“Good Morning. How can I help you?”, you greeted him politely, just like you had done with your customers just a few days ago.
“(y/n), It´s Pietro. Boss said to call you once I am free. Soooo, I am free. Any idea what you want to do? I can drive you wherever you want.”, the young man´s voice came out of the speaker.
“Thank you, that would be nice. I have a few stops I would like to make- if that is not too much trouble.”, you smiled into the phone.
“Not at all, I would just be earning my money. I will be at the tower in the next ten minutes. If you want, you can wait in the lobby. I will come and get you.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
“No worries. See you in Ten.”, and with that the line went dead.
“Well .. then let´s get down there I guess.”, you mumbled, grabbing your phone and wallet, you got on your way  down to the lobby.
It was rustling with live and you searched for a calmer area to wait for the blond young men.
You felt out of place and feared they would kick you out any second now, but instead, your phone rang again and you accepted Pietro´s call.
“I am up front. Are you ready to go?”
“I am coming out, give me a second.”
“Sure, it´s the black Dodge SUV.”
“Got it.”
Part 4
AN2.0 Well, Loki seemed to like her food. What do you think she will do with all the money?
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I’m sorry (Peter Parker Soulmate!AU)
So it’s been a while again.. Life is just kinda messy right now.  I’ve tried to write one of the requests @wwesarahjaneroszko made but I don’t really know if that’s what you wanted 😅 Also I’ve tried my best with this but Tumblr kept deleting it and I think it could be better. idk
Also I made this an soulmate!AU because I really wanted to try to write one. 
Fandom: Marvel (Tony Stark and Peter Parker)
Summery: Being Tony Starks daughter was... hard. Especially when your soulmate is trying to build a connection with you. 
Warnings: swearing, timeline is a little bit off (just Peters and readers age), shitty writing? also no angst this time hahah 
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“Daddy?”, I said as I walked up to him. 
He was sitting on the counter with a cup of coffee in his hand while he was looking at something. As soon as he heard my voice he put the cup down and turned himself a little bit to look at me. 
“Yes little one?”, he answered. 
“What is this? Am I ill?”, I asked and tears pricked at my eyes. 
I pulled the sleeve of my shirt up and revealed my arm. I kept it hidden the past few days. Everywhere were black lines and dots. They itched and from all the scratching was my arm covered in red streaks. I couldn’t thing about anything from where they would be from other than some illness. And I didn’t wanted to be ill. 
My father got up and took my wrist in his hand and started to turn my arm. He let his thumb run over one of the marks before he looked at me and smiled sadly. 
“No my love, you’re not ill. You don’t have to worry about them.”, he said and together we walked to the couch and set down. 
“What are these then?”, I asked and looked at all the lines. 
“These are your soulmate marks. Your soulmate is drawing or writing on his skin and through your connection they appear on your skin as well. When he washes them of or when they start to fade away, they will disappear from your skin as well. But they won’t hurt you. They are a little bit itchy at the beginning but that will go away as well.”, he said and wrapped his arm around my shoulders while he was speaking. 
“But I don’t want a soulmate. I don’t need one.”, I pouted and crossed my arms in front of my chest. 
“Everyone has a soulmate my love.”, he laughed and stroked my head.
“Was Mommy your soulmate?”, I asked him and avoided his gaze. She was a hard topic, for the both of us. 
“No. We loved eathother, but we weren’t soulmates.”, he answered and stroked my head again. 
“Did... did mommy found her soulmate?”, I asked and started to play with my fingers. 
“Yes little one, she did.” 
“Did she left because of him?” 
“You’re so smart.”, he said and gave me a little kiss on the top of head. “But yes, she left because of her soulmate.” 
“Do you have a soulmate Daddy?”, I asked and looked at his arms. There weren’t any marks. 
“Everyone has one, I told you.”, he answered. 
I shifted a little bit so I could look at his face. 
“Where is she?” 
“I haven’t found her yet.”, he shrugged. 
“Why?”
“I had your mother. I didn’t needed her and I didn’t wanted her because when I was younger I thought that soulmates were stupid. I wanted to be independet and I wanted to choose myself with who I spend the rest of my life with. But that was stupid. Soulmates are here for a reason and I regret it that I didn’t searched for her.”, he answered and put a strand of my hair behind my ear. 
“You can look for her now Daddy.”
“It’s not that easy little one.”, he smiled sadly.
“Can I draw her something Daddy?”, I asked and looked at him with my puppy eyes. He never says no when I looked at him like that. 
“Of course you can little one. I’ll get you a pen.”, he laughed. 
He got up to get one of the pens that laid on the kitchen isle. As he sat back down he gave it to me and rolled his sleeve a little bit more up so I had more room to draw. 
“But I don’t know if she’s going to respond to your drawing. It’s been a while since we communicated.”, he said. 
“That dosen’t matter. It’s just a reminder that you’re still here and that we will find her.”, I smiled and he laughed again. 
“You’re way to smart for you’re age Y/N.” 
I’ve started with a little butterfly. After that I drew a flower and an apple tree right next to it. Underneath it I drew my father and myself. He hold my hand and we were both smiling widely. 
“Now she knows that we have an apple tree with flowers next to it. And that butterflys are always there. And we’re happily waiting for her.”, I said as I proudly looked at my work. 
“It’s beautiful little one. You did a great job.”, my father answered and looked at my drawing. 
“Thank you.”, I answered and started to draw a little butterfly on my own wrist. 
“Do you think he will see it?”, I asked and pointed to the butterfly that I just drew. 
“He will.”, he answered and gave me a kiss on my cheek. 
I laughed and rolled my sleeves back down. My father did the same and then he got up and held his hand out to me. 
“Come on little one, what do you want to eat?”, he asked and together we walked back to the kitchen. 
~~
Over the years the random lines and dots became little drawings and words. But I didn’t knew much about my soulmate. All I knew was that his name was Peter and that he was almost a year older than me. 
And he tried to get to know me. He really did but he came at a time were my life was just chaos. My father was captured by terrorist and noone knew if he was coming back alive. And after his return I’ve stayed at his side to make sure that he was alright, like he did for me all this years. I’ve stood at his side as he announced that he was Ironman. I’ve stood at his side as he decided to change some things at Stark Industries and I’ve stood at his side as he faught against his long term partner. He had always been right next to my side and now it was simply my time to stand next to his. 
And getting my soulmate to know was simply too much to handle at that time. I saw his questions and his little drawings, but often I simply hadn’t a pen with  me or time to scribble an answer. And on day he just stopped trying and I didn’t made an effort to change that. My father was my number one priority and everything else didn’t mattered.  
Also how was I supposed to explain that? Sorry I couldn’t write back because my Dad is Ironman and it’s a shit ton of work? No. Who would believe that? 
~~
Right now we were sitting in one of the conference rooms and listened to Thaddeus Ross. He was a dick, I could see it the moment he walked in.  And his Sokovia Accords weren’t really well thought out. There were still important questions without an answer, but my father didn’t cared. All he saw was the danger he and all the other Avengers radiated. He searched for an solution for all the guilt he was feeling and these accords where the right thing. So of course he would say yes. Of course he would say it’s a good idea without thinking twice about it. Maybe I should talk with him once more when we were alone. This didn’t seemed like a good idea. Something was strange about Mr. Ross and I didn’t liked what he was implying. The Avengers weren’t dangours. They were still learning how to function as a team and how they could use all of their abilitys. 
These accords weren’t the right thing to do. They made the Avengers to puppets of the goverment who would use them as they were pleased and that wasn’t a good solution. Eventhough my father thought it was the only one.
I couldn’t find the right moment to talk with him and later on everyone was sitting in the common room. They were already talking about the accords and I took a seat next to Nat. 
Dad and Steve were already having a pretty harsh argument and I just watched them. Until my father pulled this picture up.
“Yes, he died Dad. It’s tragic and his death was unnesessary, but it happens. How many lost their life in an unnesessary war? How many loose their life because some asshole decided to see what it’s like to kill someone? It happens Dad and you can take his death and the deaths from all of these other people to learn from it. To be better the next time, to do better next time. Because if you sign this contract you’re going be nothing but a puppet to the goverment who will use you for all their bullshit. Who will keep you looked in here and take all your things that you’ve worked so hard on. They will take your freedom and your own will. They will take you Dad and I don’t want that for you. You’ve done so much for all of us and it shouldn’t end like this. You deserve better.”, I said and looked him in the eyes. 
And for a moment I thought I would have changed his mind. For a moment I saw this agreement in his eyes but it vanished again and he started to look angry. 
“Are you really on their side?”, he asked and pointed to Steve and Sam. 
“I’m on nobodys side Dad. I’m not an Avenger. I’m your daughter who has to live with your choice as well and I don’t want that you make the wrong one.”
“You’re right Y/N, you are my daughter and I make the decisions. It’s my job and not yours. These accords are the only option to stop us from going on another killing spree. We need someone who will take a look over everthing from a different perspectiv. We can’t decided such things by ourself.” 
“And who says you have to? You can talk with them, make a deal with them, another accord that won’t turn you into a fucking puppet!” 
“Watch what you say young lady. I am still your father and not some friend from school. Be careful with what you say.”, he warned me and he looked so angry. 
It’s been a while since I’ve seen him this angry. 
“Fine. I just don’t want you to make a mistake that you’ll regret. I just don’t want to see you suffering again but if you want that, than go ahead, sign it and you’ll see what it’ll brings you. Because I can tell you from the look on Steves face that you’re going to loose him, as an ally and as a friend.”, I said and looked at both of them. 
Steves gaze dropped to the floor and it was the first time in my life that I experienced my father speechless.
“Just think about it Dad. It’s not the right thing to do.”, I said and decided it was the best thing to leave. 
As I said, I wasn’t an Avengers I wasn’t the one to make the final decision. I wouldn’t be as affected as them. 
Later that day I was laying in my bed with a pen in my hand. I really needed someone right now and I had noone. Everyone wanted to be my friend because of my last name that was Stark and not because of me. I was alone on this planet. But I knew there was this special someone that was made just for me and I fucked that up as well. I ignored him because I was in so much pain and stress that I didn’t wanted him in my life right then and there. And now I wanted him more than ever in my life. Someone who I could talk to and someone who I could go to when I didn’t wanted to be home. But did he still want me in his life? I must have hurt him with my ignorance. It was worth shot, right? 
So I draw a little spider right on wrist with a little speech buble that said I’m sorry.
~~
Some time flew by and I still hadn’t got an answer from my soulmate. I repainted the little spider over and over again. I wanted an answer. I wanted to sort things out. I needed him in my life more than ever and I wouldn’t give up on him. But.. maybe he had already given up on me? He gave me same silent treatment I gave him all that time ago. Maybe he didn’t wanted me anymore? Maybe I wouldn’t fit into his life after all? Maybe I have lost him before I even met him.  But I wouldn’t give up! I wanted him in my life. I wanted to make it up to him and I was at least as stubborn as my father and my soulmate was going to see that now. I wouldn’t give up on us. I would find him and would talk to him, even if that meant to search for someone who had a little talking spider on their wrist. 
At the moment I was waiting for the arrival of spiderman. My father wanted to give him the suit back he made for him and ask him to be a member of the avengers.
Pepper had organized a press conference for the announcement that Spiderman was officially a member of the Avengers. While Pepper was waiting inside the press room with all the reporters and journalists, was father outside and waited for Spiderman. I stood at the window and looked down to see when Happy would arrive with him.
My father said that Spiderman was probably somewhere my age and I was more than courise to see someone this young with special abilitys. Also it would be nice to have someone to hang around with in my age. Don’t get me wrong I loved all of the avengers, they were my family, but I was by far the youngest and I just wanted to have someone that was my age. And with Spiderman I would have that. 
So I got pretty excited when I saw Happys car. Unfortunatly he parked at a spot where I couldn’t see them. 
“They are here.”, I said quietly to myself and walked to the door where the press conference should happen. 
Between the doors were the new Spiderman Ironsuit. Because Spiderman would need it to meet the reporters. Patiently I waited for my father and Spiderman. I could see them before I could I hear them and of course my father needed his dramatic appearance so they walked pretty slowly. 
I rolled my eyes and focused on the boy next to him. He was handsome, I had to admit that and his nervousness around my father made me smile. He would be good company, I knew that already. 
Of course my father just kept talking to him about all that becoming an Avengers stuff and just ignored me. I rolled with my eyes again and just waited patiently for them to finish with their conversation. That was my punishmet for my outbrust over the accords. Being ignored. But I was fine with that because at the end of the day my father would still come to me to tell me about the newest stuff that happend. 
And the best part was when Spiderman turned down the oppertunity to be an avengers. When he turned down to live with us in the Tower and when he chose to be the friendly neighbourhood Spiderman. My father accepted his dicision, of course he did. He would never force someone to be a part of something he didn’t wanted to be. 
But right as Spiderman was about to leave I made sure he would know who I was. 
“Go wait in the car. I’ll bring you home, just need a minute.”, Happy said and I smiled. My turn. 
“I can bring you down. It’ll can get a little bit confusing around here.”, I said and walked up to him. 
Spiderman seemed to be even more nervous when I approached him which made him even cuter. 
“Yeah.. that.. that would be nice. I’m Peter.”, he said and smiled at me. 
“Nice to meet you Peter. I’m Y/N.”, I answered and held my hand out for him to shake. 
He looked down at my hand and immediatly his smile froze. He took my hand into his and turned it around. My sleeve had slipped a little up and revealed the little spider. Instandly I turned red and pulled my hand back to pull my sleeve down again. He certainly had to think I was some crazy fan through the little spider. After all, he was spiderman. I looked at my feet in embaresstment. What a stupid idea to draw a little spider. I could have used everything else. Why a spider? 
But Peter said nothing. Instead he pulled his own sleeve up to reveal the same little spider. It was the same spider with the same speech buble that said I’m sorry. I looked at him shocked. He was my soulmate? Spiderman was my soulmate? The fucking universe was kidding with me. Ironman as father and Spiderman as soulmate? How as I supposed to live a quiet life with these two at my side. But on the other side I couldn’t be happier. He would knew exactly what I meant when I would say that all of this superhero stuff would get on my nerves. Because he was one. Because he surely had experienced the same feelings about that. 
And the longer I thought about it the more I liked the idea of spiderman being my soulmate. 
“What just happend?”, my father said and kicked me back into reality. 
“I’ve found my soulmate.”, I smiled and looked at him. 
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”, he said and rolled with his eyes. But right after that he started to smile. I knew that he would be happy for me. 
“It never gets boring Dad.”, I laughed and when I looked back at Peter his eyes got a little bit bigger. 
“D-Dad?”, he said insecure. 
“Yeah. He’s my dad.”, I answered and he swallowed heavily. 
“Don’t worry.  I’ll make sure he’s nice to you, right Dad?”, I said and looked at my Dad. 
“I’m always nice. I don’t know what you mean little one.”, he answered and put his hands up in a defensiv position. 
“I’ll remind you on that Dad. Come on Peter, I’ll bring you back down.”, I said and started to walk the corridor down. 
Peter mumeled a quick goodbye and then I could hear how he walked a little bit faster to catch up with me. 
“That was a test from your father, wasn’t it?”, Peter asked and look at me. 
“Of course.”, I said and laughed. 
Maybe it was for the better when Peter thought that it was really a test. He didn’t needed to be an avenger just yet. 
We walked a little in silence. I didn’t knew what to say. There were clearly some thinks that we should talk about but now wasn’t the right time. We needed to get to know eachother. 
“Hey-y Y/N?”, Peter said as we left the buliding. 
“Yeah?”, I asked back and looked at him. 
“Can I.. Could I have your number? So we can stay in touch?”, Peter asked nervously and scratched his neck. 
His sleeve slipped up a little while he was doing it and I could see the little spider again. 
“Of course.”, I answered and smiled at him. 
He pulled his phone out and gave it to me. I wrote my number down and gave it back to him. 
“Thank you.”, he said and I just smiled. 
“Friday, could you open Happys car for me please?”, I asked her. 
“Of course Y/N.”, she answered and I could hear how she unlocked the car. 
“Thanks Friday.”, I said and opened the door for Peter. 
He sat inside the car and I looked at him through the open door. 
“I hope I’ll hear from you soon.”, I smiled. 
“Sooner than you expect.”, he answered and smiled back at me. 
“I’ll count on that Spiderman.”, I laughed and closed the door. 
I walked the stairs back up and right as I opened the door my buzzed at I took it out of my pocket. 
I’m sorry as well., stood on my screen from an unknown number. 
It’s fine. I think we’re even., I answered and entered the building. 
~~
Right now I was laying in my bed and held phone up so I could see the face of my boyfriend. 
“I should probably go to bed, but I really don’t want to.”, he said and smiled widely. 
“You really should. Who knows when you need to get up because someone needs the friendly neighbourhood spiderman?”, I teased. 
He rolled with his eyes and laughed. 
“I love you Y/N.”, he said and my heart started to raise. 
“I love you too Peter.”, I answered and smiled at him. 
“And now the two of you can go to bed!”, I could hear his aunt scream from the back which made me laugh. 
“Goodnight.”, I chuckled. 
“Goodnight Y/N.”, he answered and we ended the phone call. 
I couldn’t be happier then right now. 
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Sweet On You [Chapter Four]
Summary: Moxiety sugar daddy/sugar baby au [Daddy Patton, baby Virgil, transboy Virgil, switch Virgil, dom Patton, fwb analogical, romantic moxiety, sympathetic Deceit, romantic loginceit], hurt/comfort
Trigger warnings: Nsfw, “female” body parts described on Virgil, everyone- including virgil -jokingly calls Virgil a slut, dysphoria mentions, shitty parenting, lmk if i missed anything
A/N: Sorry for the late chapter!! ~Virgil
When Patton wakes up the next morning, Virgil is gone. On the kitchen counter is a note and a few twenties. 
Daddy, 
Parents needed me for something, didn’t want to wake you. Text me later. 
~Virgil
Yawning, he smiles softly, taking the money and thinking of foods to make with it. "Going to have to do an inventory of the cabinets and go shopping." Soon completing it, he grins, adding to the note with a nearby pen.
My darling baby, 
No worries, I've done an inventory of cabinets and headed out for dinner supplies!
~Patton 💙
*** 
Virgil meets Logan at the cafe they always meet at between classes, finding him at a table near the window. He slouches down in the chair across from Logan, groaning and hitting his head on the table. 
Stirring his coffee and raising an eyebrow, Logan hums. "That good or that bad?"
Virgil raises his head long enough to glare and say, “I saw my parents this morning,” and drops his head back down with a painful thump. 
Logan's eyes widen. "Fuck."
“One of their business partners or friends or I don’t fucking know, they’re getting married in a few months and my parents were invited to the wedding.” Virgil sighs, pulling Logan’s coffee towards him and stealing some. “They want me to come,” Virgil says after swallowing. “It’s in the next town over, so I’d be with them all weekend.” 
"Oh dear… would they accept me as a date and all that? You could take your daddy, but… Could he survive your parents?" 
He thinks for a minute. “I don’t know… That they would accept me bringing a date, I mean. Obviously Patton wouldn’t be able to survive my parents."
Arching an eyebrow higher, Logan hums. "Can't survive or you don't want to subject him to…?"
“As far as I’m concerned, he’s never meeting my parents.” 
He eyes Logan suspiciously. The bags under his eyes are a little darker than usual, and he seems tired. He keeps zoning out. 
“Have you eaten today?” 
Humming, Logan waves him off. "Why wouldn't I have eaten? You're being ridiculous again!" 
“Logan.” Virgil leans forward- He doesn’t look like he’s in the mood to argue. “Do I look like someone who likes to be lied to?” 
Wincing, Logan deflates and rubs his face tiredly. "What day is today? I think I ate an apple on Wednesday and some chips Thursday…"
“I gave you money for dinner last night,” Virgil snaps. He gets up, grabbing Logan’s hand and throwing down some money for the coffee. He drags Logan out of there. 
"I forgot until it was too late for places to be open… I'm sorry?" Letting himself get dragged, he stumbles after his friend with a yawn.
“You could have at least gotten some fast food,” he grumbles, ushering him into the passenger seat of his car. 
Before he can even blink, Logan’s sitting across from Virgil at a restaurant, a huge plate with big portions sitting in front of him. Virgil ordered for him, and had done it well- It was all of Logan’s favourite foods. 
Sighing as he nibbles at the toast, Logan shrugs. "That would have meant leaving the library and thus losing access to a place to sleep."
Virgil stares at him. “Your dorm can’t be that bad.” 
Before he can stop his sleepy tongue, Logan laughs. "That implies that my parents sent the school money for me to have a bed in the dorms." 
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Virgil looks furious. “You didn’t tell me that! You think if I knew you didn’t have a bed that I’d send you out of the apartment for the night?! What else haven’t you told me?” 
Shrugging, Logan eats more toast and eggs. "Told you they cut off everything they could… If it wasn't in my name, I don't have it anymore. So, no car, credit card… nothing but what the scholarship gets me and my savings account? Don't worry about the bed, all the libraries have decent couches and it gets me more study time."
“They took everything?” Virgil is in shock. When Logan told him his parents cut him off, he thought he meant his allowance. As much as his parents couldn’t stand the way Virgil lived, they would never completely cut him off. “Have they even checked in at all?” 
Sighing, he nods slightly. "Does yelling count? They didn't stop my cell, so they can call occasionally and 'talk' about me stopping the sugar baby thing."
Virgil rolls his eyes. “Because that’s so easy to do now that you’re fucking broke. You don’t even have a sugar daddy!” He cries. “They just saw the forum app on your phone!” 
Blushing, Logan admits softly, "I had been chatting with a daddy… They scared him away and I think he told others that I'm cold and impersonal because my father sent some messages from my phone."
Virgil frowns deeply. “Really? God, I’m so sorry.” He shakes his head. “Well, nevermind that. After we eat, we’re gonna swing by your dorm and grab your stuff. You can have one of the guest bedrooms.”
His head snaps up and he stares like Virgil has two heads. "Really?! But, what about… Patton?"
“Logan,” he laughs, “you’re my best friend. If you think I’m going to let you continue on like you have, you’re fucking crazy. I’m already planning on revenge on you for waiting so long to tell me. If Patton can’t handle you being there, then tough. You come first.” 
Blushing, Logan plays with a napkin, grumbling. "It's only been like a month!" 
“Eat your food.”
"Fiiine…" Eating slowly to savour it, Logan hums. "So… How'd the date go? Did Patton live up to the expectations?"
Virgil grins deviously. “You have no idea. Lo- He’s perfect. He’s so great.” 
Smirking softly, he nods. "A perfect fit, hmmm? Tried him out already?"
“Well, duh, but I wasn’t talking about the sex! I mean, I know in a normal arrangement like what you’re looking for, the sex is kind of important, but-” Virgil shakes his head, clearing his thoughts. “He’s great, Logan. He’s so cute and sweet and funny.”
"Compatibility is important to any relationship. I know it's not the full picture though. I meant to ask how your relationship requirements meshed with what he provided…" 
“He’s perfect. He’s so cuddly and affectionate. Between going from the restaurant to my apartment, he bought me a flower.”
Whistling softly, Logan sighs. "Does he have a tall, dark, and handsome brother?"
“Pfft. Maybe.” Virgil laughs. “We’ll find you a daddy. Promise. Just keep checking your profile. Have you gotten any messages today?” 
Pulling out his phone, he sighs softly as he checks messages. "A couple… Sound kind of 'used car salesman' type, ick!"
Virgil makes a face. “Yeah, don’t trust those guys, they won’t treat you right.”
Sighing, he deletes the messages. "Yeah…" At some point I'm going to have to, though, just for money. 
“Come on.” Virgil covers the bill and the tip, getting a box for Logan’s leftovers. “Let’s go get your stuff. You might not believe me, but your new room has a bed.” 
*** 
Huffing a little, Logan sets down the last box of books. "I'm sorry… I hadn't realized I had this much stuff? I'm a bit surprised that my former roommate let me store them under his bed!"
Virgil just waves him off, starting to clear the guest bedroom’s bookshelf so Logan can fill it with his own stuff. “Not a problem. We’ve got enough room here.” 
"True…" Pushing his suitcase and backpack over, he smiles at Virgil. "Still, thank you for extending a welcome? Are you sure it's okay with your new daddy?"
“I’m about to text him right now.” Virgil rolls his eyes. “Honestly, Logan, if he’s not okay with it, I don’t care. I care more about you.”
Anxiety: 
I’ve got something to tell you 
Patton:
Go ahead, baby… everything okay? 
Anxiety:
Logan’s situation was worse than I thought. He’s moving in with me. 
Patton:
Oh my, but of course! Does he have any favorites that I should get at the store, baby?
Virgil sends him a list of Logan’s favourite foods, mostly healthy foods aside from his favourite jam, and a little extra money. 
Just as he’s about to put his phone away, it rang. His mom’s face comes across the screen, and he holds back a groan as he answered. 
“Yeah?” 
His mother's half-bored tone rings through clearly. "Darling… do remember your date tonight at the Sea Scallop? 7pm, with Shane…" 
“What if I’m busy tonight? You could have let me know ahead of time.”
There's a small huff and the sound of a glass being set down as she replies. "What could you possibly be busy with? You don't study, and Logan knows that your dates come first. You need to find someone, tick tock, darling!" 
There are two things that gave Virgil dysphoria faster than anything else. 1- His period, and 2- His mom talking about his fucking biological clock again. 
“Hold on. Why the hell would Logan think my dates come before him?” Virgil’s eyes flick nervously to Logan, who’s still unpacking, and now watching Virgil talk curiously. 
"His mother said she told him that if he didn't want to marry you then he had to learn to step aside for your dates. Why would a friend be more important than your duty anyway?" The sarcasm on the word friend hung heavy as if implying there was a secondary motive for the relationship or she had trouble believing that anyone could have a friend.
Virgil is at a loss. He has so much he wants to say to her, yet, in this moment, he can’t remember any of it. “Whatever,” he mumbles tiredly. “I’ll be there.”
"Of course you will… Just ask for the Alfred reservation or for Shane's table and be there at 7pm sharp, darling?" Her tone a clear dismissal, she waits for an acknowledgment before hanging up.
“Yeah, whatever.” 
Virgil shoves his phone in his pocket and sighs. “I have a date tonight,” he tells Logan. “Just- Don’t tell Patton, okay?” 
Sighing, Logan offers a hug. "Okay… he does know, though? About your parents setting you up on dates, right?"
Virgil cuddles into his arms. “I don’t think I’ve mentioned it? That’s a whole, long talk that I don’t want to have yet. We’ve agreed not to be exclusive, though, so I’m not cheating on him or anything. I just don’t want to upset him.” Humming, Logan rubs his back gently. "Not saying it has to be today, or soon… but at some point, tell him? Let him support you, V."
“I mean, what’s the point?” Virgil groans, burying his face in Logan’s shoulder. “It’s not a big deal, who cares?”
Smiling softly, Logan pets Virgil's hair with a hum, leading them back to the bed for easier cuddling. "Perhaps it's because my parents cut me off, but… it could happen to you, too? You should have someone other than me in your corner, someone who can support your voice and give you strength for when they're assholes, V. I don't want you to be alone when facing their bullshit?"
“Logan, if there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s that as long you’re alive, I’ll never be alone.”
Laughing softly, Logan nods, pressing their foreheads together. "That's true!" 
Virgil grins widely, cupping Logan’s face in his hands and squeezing his eyes shut. Logan never fails to make him stupidly, euphorically happy. 
Whistling softly, Patton knocks with arms loaded with grocery bags. "Virgil, my darling? I need a little help!"
Virgil pulls away from Logan, kissing him on the forehead. “Get some rest. I’ll get you when it’s ready.” 
Logan nods, settling back on the bed. "Okay…"
Virgil comes back downstairs, helping Patton bring the groceries into the kitchen. “So what are you making tonight?”
Setting bags down, he hums. "I was planning on tofu and veggie stir fry, setting it over rice and making a garlic sauce for it… how does that sound?"
Virgil hums, smiling. “It sounds amazing. I do have somewhere to be by 7, though, just so you know. I only just found out or else I would have told you earlier.”
"Oh! Okay… hmm, I think several of the veggies and tofu can keep for a later time? What kind of a thing, work, parents, or ...?" Putting groceries away, he keeps out his ingredients, starting to wash veggies.
“My parents are forcing me on a business meeting,” he says easily, shrugging It isn’t a total lie… 
Nodding, he sets up the pans to start cooking. "Should I wait for you, keep Logan company, or should I head out after food and see you later, baby?"
Virgil thought for a minute. “I think Logan might want some alone time tonight. He’s been through a lot, I think he needs time to digest it. We’ll find time to hang out tomorrow.” Virgil got up to make himself a mug of coffee, humming. “What about you? Are your parents as nightmarish as mine?”
Chuckling as he works, Patton shakes his head. "Nah, I think mine could only be described as wacky hippies? Dad is a therapist and Ma is… a sweet ditz of a housewife?"
“They sound great,” Virgil says sincerely. “I guess they must’ve been, to raise you.”
Blushing a bit, Patton nods, leaning over and stealing a kiss. Virgil’s face turns pink. 
Humming into the kiss, he slowly pulls back to stir the veggies. "So, how did you and Logan meet? He seems like a good friend to you!"
Virgil blushes. How was he supposed to explain this? “Well, our parents set us up on a date- Before Logan’s parents cut him off -and we just really liked each other. Only not romantically.”
"Huh! Well, I guess your parents aren't doing too well on being dating help, but I'm glad you found a friend!" Stroking Virgil's cheek, he hums softly. "Are they… They support your identity at least?"
Virgil hesitates. So many landmines to avoid… “Oh, you have no idea about the dating thing.” He forces a laugh. “They’re constantly trying to set me up with people. They get mad if I try to refuse a date.”
"O-oh… They don't know about us, do they?" Squeezing Virgil's hand, he sighs.
“... No,” he says quietly. “And they probably won’t. At least for a while.” God, he was going to end things, wasn’t he? They agreed already to be open, but… 
"I can practically see your mind working, baby… relax. It's, it's okay. If it helps smooth things with your parents, you can keep dating them and me." Taking Virgil's hand, he kisses his knuckles. 
“It’s not like that,” he promised. “It’s just… A bunch of one night stands, pretty much. Nothing ongoing.”
Looking over Virgil a moment, he nods. "Free meal and sex, nothing more serious?"
“Pretty much.” He laughed. “They’re pretty much just queer kids their parents are trying to unqueer, like me.”
Chuckling, Patton sighs. "Well… I'll try not to be jealous of my baby's other dates so long as you come home to me?"
Virgil gave him a soft kiss. “Of course, daddy.”
Hums, turning the heat down a little as they kiss. "Good boy…"
Virgil moaned softly, pressing closer and winding his fingers in Patton’s hair. 
"Mmm~ dinner on hold for now, baby?" Gently grabbing a handful of Virgil's ass, he chuckles.
“As much as I want to say yes,” he checked the time- it read 5:30, “I really don’t have that much time.”
"Why do I feel like cursing your mother?" Kissing him softly, he tucks Virgil into his side as he finalized the sauce, warming the stir fry. 
“Should I go get Logan?” 
"Set the table first, baby. Then you can get your friend." 
Virgil grinned, crossing his arms over his chest. “Are you telling me what to do?” 
Raising an eyebrow at him, Patton grins. "It's a reasonable request from your daddy, baby…"
Virgil came up to him and chuckled. “I don’t listen to orders,” he said, gave Patton a soft kiss, and went upstairs. 
He knew he’d pay for that later. 
Snorting softly, Patton set a hand on his hip, planning out a light punishment in his mind as he set the table and got food ready. Virgil came back with his hand in Logan’s, hiding a smirk. 
Logan looks between them, seeing his friend's defiant posture and Patton's light frown. "Oh my… You're testing him, aren't you, V?"
“Are you really surprised?” Virgil took a seat at the table, in between Logan and Patton. 
Rolling his eyes as he sat, Logan hums at the lovely smell of the dinner. "Not really?"
Patton takes Virgil's plate and fills it, grasping his chin to pull him into a kiss as he sets it down. "You're not leaving your chair until you finish your food, baby boy… and you have earned a punishment for later with that defiance earlier."
Virgil’s face turned pink. “But that portion is huge!” 
Leaning close, Patton smirks. "So am I, but we know you can take me, baby~!"
Virgil only blushed harder. “Let’s just eat, before we kill Logan,” he grumbled. 
Logan snickers, taking some food and watching the exchange. "Oh, don't stop on my account… this is hilarious!"
Virgil glared at him. “Patton, if you happen to know any daddies, Logan’s looking for one.”
Patton grins. "Oh really? I don't, sadly… well, not any good ones."
“Ah, lame,” Virgil grumbled through a mouthful of food. “He’s been lookin’ for ages.” 
"Sorry, love. If I see a decent one, I promise to send him Logan's way?" Patton shrugs, eating his food with a low hum. "Chew before you talk, baby…"
Virgil raised an eyebrow, chewing with his mouth open and then swallowing. “What?” 
Patton points with his fork. "Baby, if you don't want to go to this date with a red ass, you best behave! I will take you over my knee and spank you!"
Virgil blushed. “Daddy,” he hissed, “Logan’s right there.”
Patton leans in closer with a slight smirk and pats Virgil's cheek. "Then you best be on your best behavior, love!"
He huffed and continued eating. “Fine.” 
Logan giggles, eating with a happy smile.
"Good boy!" Stroking Virgil's cheek, Patton grins and kisses him before turning back to his plate.
Virgil finished eating, watching Patton and Logan interact. He couldn’t help but smile. Logan was the single most important person in the world to him- It meant everything that the two of them could get along. He wanted more than anything to stay, and just hang out with them, but he knew his parents would make him regret it if he skipped out on this date. 
“Alright,” Virgil sighed, his plate cleaned. “I’m gonna go get ready. I should leave soon.” 
"Alright, baby… Thank you for cleaning your plate. Put it in the sink on your way to get dressed, darling? Oh, and if you don't kiss me before you leave, I will follow you until I get one!" Patton grins, winking at him.
Virgil bit his lip to stop from giggling, hurrying up the stairs. He hurried to throw on clothes that his parents would just barely approve of- A black blazer over a purple shirt with a cat face on it, and some black jeans - sitting down to do his makeup. 
Once he had on his signature eyeliner and eyeshadow, he headed back downstairs. 
Patton was just finishing dishes when he saw Virgil coming down and whistled. "Wow, baby… C'mere, darling, give your daddy a kiss!"
Virgil grinned and came over to him, cupping Patton’s face in his hands and standing on his tiptoes to kiss him. Leaning in, he hums as he kisses Virgil deeply as he slides his arms around him. 
Virgil reluctantly pulled away. “I should get going.” 
Nodding, Patton strokes his face. "I know… I'll head home soon after giving Logan a tour of the food I brought for you two, okay? Have a good night and message me when you're home safe, baby boy."
Virgil leaned into his touch, nodding. “Okay, daddy. See you soon.” 
Virgil forced himself to pull away. He grabbed his wallet and keys, offered Patton a small smile before leaving for his date.
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Execution savvy, however, the Tab S6 Lite won't overwhelm individuals in the event that they attempt to perform various tasks. There's likewise the matter of Android tablet applications, which despite everything could utilize more love and care from their engineers. read more
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I found a piece of fic that I wrote ages ago and decided never to post and miraculously did not delete! Which is rare for me! I delete too much! I think it’s pretty crap but I promised an anon a while ago that if I found something like this I’d share it (and apologies if there are errors this is a completely unedited first draft of something that I never finished).
Lily Evans is thirteen-years-old when her mother sits her down and explains that her body is about to "undergo some changes."
Her active participation in such a conversation is not how Lily pictured kicking off the summer holidays, but after two years at a boarding school that keeps her apart from her family from September 'til July, her mum is chomping at the bit to delve right into the Talk, lest her daughter learn about menstruation elsewhere—or god forbid, wake up covered in blood one morning and assume that she is shortly about to die.
Of course, Lily knows what to expect from her period. She can read, for one thing, and has numerous female friends. Beatrice got her first ever period at the start of second year, and on the train to school, of all places. Lily will be fine if left to her own devices, but her mother is so excited to talk about Puberty and Buying Bras and Now You're Becoming a Woman, and Lily doesn't have the heart to tell her that she's already quite clued in, thank you very much. She doesn't think she could live with inflicting such disappointment.
There's even a shoebox of props to hand, for Grace Evans is a nurse, and she wants her daughters to have all the information that she was denied at school.
Menstruation education station, she calls it.
"Tampons," her mother tells her, slapping the tiny, lipstick shaped contraption down on the kitchen table like she's preparing to place it as a wager in a high-stakes poker game. Her hand returns to the box and draws out yet another item. "Or pads. They're your two main choices. I'll give you a good supply of both before you go back, just in case, unless—do they have some other method, at Hogwarts? Some sort of magic potion? It's a very difficult subject to research, in my position."
Lily's father walks into the room—newspaper in hand, lips pursed as if preparing to whistle—catches sight of them both, then turns and walks right out again.
"What's wrong with Dad?" says Lily to her mother.
"Men are afraid of menstruation, sweetheart," Grace tells her, with a baleful glance at the door through which her husband has just exited, "because they're weak and silly, and can't be bothered to learn."
"Oh," Lily says, then lets out a laugh. "I suppose I won't ask Professor Slughorn how witches deal with periods."
"Heavens, no, he'll faint dead away."
Lily does not add that it would be rather funny to watch Slughorn faint to get out of an awkward conversation about the miracles of puberty. She doubts that he would feel comfortable talking to the boys about such a thing, let alone a member of the opposite sex.
Puberty is so much easier for boys, she reflects, and that's dead unfair. She may be but a girl and ignorant to the inner workings of the male body, but the only visible change she ever noticed in any of the boys in her year—specifically, in her house—was a sudden onslaught of squeaky voices. To make things more unfair, that phase didn't even last very long, except for poor Peter Pettigrew, who seems to be a squeaker by default.
Now she has to deal with people like Potter—to pick a name completely at random—acting like puffed-up, macho twits because their voices have finally broken.  
"I don't know what witches do normally," she says, "but I can always ask Madam Pomfrey. She's the matron at school. My friend Beatrice started hers last year but she's Muggle-born too, so she never thought to ask. Her mum just sends her pads."
"Make sure you do," says her mum, her tone almost warning. "I can send you whatever you need, but it'll be easier for you if there's some magical method you can access, especially for the cramps." She pauses, looking thoughtful. "And the mood swings. And the sore boobs—" Her eyes light up. "—which reminds me..."
Lily groans as Grace delves into the box again and extracts a small measuring tape, such as a tailor might use.
"I don't have boobs to measure," she reminds her mother, clasping both hands to her chest.
"Yet," says Grace, brandishing the rolled-up tape like a particularly tempting treat. "You don't have boobs to measure yet, but that doesn't mean you'll never have boobs." She nods down at her own chest. "I was your classic late bloomer—not so much as an insect bite until I was sixteen, then I ballooned out. Same with your sister. In any case, you've got at least enough to fill an A-cup, and you need to start wearing bras."
"I don't need a bra."
"Well, you're getting one. As soon as I've got you measured up, I'll take you to M&S and get you sorted."
"What else have you got in there?" says Lily, eyeing the battered blue box with a wary eye while her mother unfurls the tape.
"Just the essentials," says Grace airily. "Some leaflets from the hospital, panty liners, condoms—"
As if her mother has cranked up the dial on an embarrassment meter that only a parent has the necessary skills to operate, Lily immediately turns as red as her own hair. "Mum!"
"I'm not saying you need to use them—"
"I'm thirteen!"
"—but it won't hurt you to know how, for future reference!"
"Mum, no," says Lily, as firmly as she can, in her best attempt to sound as if she's taking a mature line on this, "I don't have any reason to want to know how to—how to use—honestly, no." She can't pretend. Her face feels all hot, as if it has been set aflame. Even the thought of what her mother is referring to makes her feel slightly sick. "Seriously, no, I don't want to learn—"
"You don't have to take them with you in September, of course, you're still only thirteen," Grace continues, completely undaunted by her daughter's mortification, "but it seems like you were just a baby five minutes ago, sweetheart. The time goes so fast, honestly, and it won't be long before you start to experience your own sexual awakening—"
"I'm going to my room," says Lily desperately, and shoots out of her chair.
"It's really not that bad—"
"I am grounded. I am grounding myself."
"Really, Lily, I'm just trying to help." Her mother lets out a hefty sigh. "Once we've measured you for a bra, I'll show you how it works on a banana, and you'll see that it's really not that complicated."
Lily Evans decides that she will never eat a banana split again.
***
The inconvenient, unwanted, and oft warned-of sexual awakening comes to hammer down Lily's door when she is fifteen-years-old, by which time her boobs have most certainly come in.
Despite a multitude of painfully awkward conversations with her mother—who doesn't say it, but seems desperate for Lily to fancy someone, anyone, so that they can gossip about it together—on the topic, she finds herself entirely unprepared for it.
She's unprepared because it's… weird.
Lily has had crushes before—sort of—fleeting things that seemed to exist because she thought they were supposed to, rather than stemming from any particular stirrings on her part. She's a late bloomer, just like her mum, and she knows as much. Bea and Mary have both been snogged, and Lily knew that she was trailing a little behind, but she never cared. It was fine and dandy and totally normal. She might even say that she's been lucky to escape it for this long.
It doesn't happen in the way she was expecting, not that Lily had any particular expectations, but had she ever, they would not have formed along these particular lines. It wouldn't be so embarrassing, or confusing—not the how or the why or the when or the where, but the what. The what, of all things. 
The what is the thing that baffles her most, because Lily always figured that it would be some transformative, meaningful thing, like an effortlessly witty conversation with a mature intellectual—tall, dark, and a little bit older than she, a boy with soulful blue eyes and scholarly interests.
The what should not be James Potter's arse in a pair of jeans.
But it is.
The thing about the magical world at large is that the robes are basically formless—loose, large, flapping things that hide the body away and become quite annoying during hotter months—but younger witches and wizards will opt not to wear them when it isn't strictly required. Throw Hogwarts, where robes are the mandatory default, into the mix, and something as unexpectedly disarming as a structurally spectacular derriere may spend a vast amount of time being cunningly hidden.
It's the last Hogsmeade trip of fourth year—with summer looming tantalisingly ahead like a ripe apple dangling from a tree—when Lily steps out of Scrivenshaft's and finds herself perfectly positioned to spy James Potter's denim-clad backside as he walks past with his mates.
Her eyes flick over his form as she scans the general area, then Lily finds her gaze dragged abruptly back, as if she's snagged her sleeve on a nail whilst passing through a doorway.
And now she's staring.
At an arse.
At James Potter's arse, which is the worst of it. If Lily has just discovered that she is, in fact, a person with a thing for bums, James Potter's bum—a neat, compact, beautifully fashioned marvel that looks like a peach in those bloody jeans (what monster let him go out in public wearing those things?)—should not have been the catalyst for this discovery, because James Potter is an immature sod, a walking headache, and a bloody annoying git. He and his gang of mates are childish boors, and Lily considers herself to be quite above their general tomfoolery.
She doesn't want to stare, but her eyes won't cooperate.
She likes it, and as she's quite certain that she doesn't much like James Potter, that makes even less sense than the school’s policy on using quills in a world where ballpoint pens exist. Would that she could deny it to herself… but Lily is not deluded. She can recognise the pleasure she's deriving for exactly what it is.
And that is just… not acceptable.
And how dare he, really?
"James Potter," she says hotly, finding herself suddenly and inexplicably compelled to acknowledge his existence, point him out, say his name, anything, "is a complete and utter toerag."
"What?" says Beatrice, who has been counting coins in the palm of her hand.
"Potter is a toerag," Lily repeats, even as she's telling herself to stop, shut up, why are you letting these words come out of your mouth? "I can't believe McGonagall even let him come here after the prank he pulled the other day."
"He got a bunch of detentions," says Mary, eyeing Lily curiously.
"Isn't that enough?" seconds Bea. 
"Why are you so angry?" Mary adds. "What's he done to you?"
"Nothing, he's just an arse." 
That's an unfortunate choice of words, Lily thinks, colouring nicely.
"Right, but he's always an arse," Mary presses on. "Why are you so angry about it now?"
"Nothing," Lily repeats, "but he just walked by and it reminded me that he's been pissing me off lately."
"If you say so, I suppose," says Mary, looking nonplussed, but a giggling Beatrice sticks her free hand in the air, waving as if to signal a rescue ship.
"Oi, Potter!" she bellows.
Several heads, including James Potter's, turn in their direction.
"Potter!" Beatrice repeats, waving him over.
Lily's heart leaps into her throat, gets stuck, and slides sheepishly back down to her chest.
"What are you doing?" she hisses, taking a swipe at Beatrice's arm.
"If you're pissed off with him, you should tell him to his face," says Bea, dodging out of Lily's grasp to beckon Potter over. "More fun for me that way."
Mary snorts, while Beatrice grins like a cunning fox. Meanwhile, Potter has left his friends to wait for him outside the Three Broomsticks, and is sauntering over with his hands in his pockets.
"I hate you," Lily mutters to Bea.
"That's right," says Bea, smiling broadly, "get it all out of your system."
"I don't want to talk to Potter."
"Then you shouldn't have been mouthing off abo—hey!" says Beatrice brightly, as Potter draws level with their group. "Look who it is!"
"Hello to my adoring fans," he says, with a grin that would be charming, if only it were spread across any other face, and widens considerably when his gaze lands on Lily. "Alright, Evans?"
Potter has been doing this lately, offering bog-standard greetings to the masses, then following them up with, "Alright, Evans?" as if he’s been compelled to single Lily out.
Knowing him, there's some wildly nefarious reason behind it, and Lily persists in believing that despite Bea's insane theories pertaining to thoughts and feelings of the romantic persuasion.
"It means a lot that you don't consider me a fan," she says coolly.
"It's not my place to tell all your secrets," Potter replies. "What did you buy?"
She frowns. "What?"
"In Scrivenshaft's." He nods to the shop behind her. "What did you buy?"
"That's none of your business."
"Oh, right, because Scrivenshaft's is known for selling top secret wizarding spy equipment, and the world as we know it will end if you tell me," he says, sending her a flat look. "Why'd you call me over?"
Lily has to force the corners of her mouth to stay determinedly downturned, rather than laugh, which she really wants to do. "I didn't call you over."
"Didn't you?"
"No, you idiot. Beatrice did."
"That's strange. Could've sworn it was you." His eyes haven't budged from her face for a second, and Lily is beginning to feel irrationally fearful that he's seen her ogling his arse. "Why'd Beatrice call me over?"
"Because Lily wants to talk to you," says Beatrice.
Lily wants to die on the spot.
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purplesurveys · 4 years
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811
What do you like to drink in the morning? I’m not really a drinks person and I’m fine having all my meals with just water. I like coffee, but I usually drink it in the afternoon or at night. What color is your favorite hoodie? Don’t have one. My favorite sweater is gray though. Do you have a string of lights in your room? No. I remember wanting those as a teenager but I figured it was such a waste of electricity just to make my room look a little cuter, so that turned me off from the idea lol. Do you know what you are going to do today? Yeah, well today I was going to finally register for a social security number online, but given that I’m from the Philippines and the government only gives their 15% in everything they do, the website is absolute garbage and I can’t get past the first step of the process. Not surprising anymore. Other than that, I don’t have anything else to do. Does your heart hurt? My heart is missing so many people at the moment, but it’s not really hurting.
Who is not in your life that you wish was? I wish that my late maternal grandfather was still alive, if he counts. Who hurt you last? Probably Gabie. She doesn’t have a good hold of her emotions when she’s mad and tends to spit out hurtful things without thinking if it would affect me. I plan to have a talk with her about it once we can see each other again because it’s beginning to suck. Can you see the moon out your window right now? Continuing this survey four hours later, except now I’m tipsy as fuck haaaaaa. I dunno, I probably won’t be able to. It’s been raining all day and evening so I might only see clouds if I look out.
What makes you feel inspired? Seeing other people with insanely good work ethic. Are you mad at a friend right now? Nope, no reason to be. Do you have a friend who hurt you and doesn't care? I mean I’m pretty sensitive, so yeah I’ve had some friends say stuff to me that they probably didn’t think anything of, but hurt me in actuality. Is your room clean? Sure, it’s not too cluttered at the moment or anything like that. Can you see the sunrise from your window? No, it doesn’t happen on my side of the house. If you were a writer, would you have a pen name or use your real name? I’d use my real name. Idk, I’ve always found pen names to be a tad bit confusing. Did you go to Goodwill yesterday? I didn’t, and I don’t, because we don’t have whatever that is here. What is your friend's cat's name? I don’t have friends who have cats.  Do you celebrate your pet's birthdays? Continuing this survey 15 hours later because I was too dizzy to continue typing, lmao. I typically buy him a dog-friendly cupcake from the pet supply store at the mall near my school, and I serve him more food than usual for lunch and dinner. March is a busy month for me with school and stuff, so I haven’t gotten the chance to throw him a party. :( As a kid, did you celebrate your dolls' birthdays? (if you're a girl) I never liked playing with dolls. But no, I didn’t celebrate the ‘birthdays’ of my other toys. None of them lasted that long with me anyway haha. Are you wearing a hoodie right now? Nope. It’s chilly right now, but it’s not wear-a-hoodie cold. Did you ignore the last facebook post that bothered you, or did you comment? I had to ignore it because it was from my grand-aunt, and old people like to throw fits when you call them out so it was going to be a waste of my time if I commented. Do you need to go to the pharmacy today? No, no need for meds anymore yaaaaaay. Are you realizing that one of your friends isn't a real friend? Not at the moment. I’m happy with the circle I currently have. What was the name of one of your stuffed animals as a kid? I didn’t like stuffed animals either. This is more of my sister’s turf. Do you have a car? If so, did you give it a name? I do have a car but I’ve never given it a name. With my dad having plans to sell it soon, I’d rather it stay nameless for the remaining time it has with me so that I don’t get any more attached to it. If you were a famous singer, what would you want your hit song to be about? I’d want it to have an important message so I’ll probably write something about the bullshit that the government keeps pulling on us.
Did you skip church last week? No, unfortunately my mom makes us watch YouTube recordings of masses from a certain church. I usually hold up one of our couch pillows so that I don’t have to see the TV screen, but nevertheless I’m part of the audience and 30-45 minutes of my time are always wasted every Sunday. Do you have any big regrets? Just one big one. If you had to re-design an alien, instead of making them green with slanty-eyes and an egg-shaped head, what would you make it look like? I’m not creative enough for this question, so pass Do you have anyone who loves you, besides God? Do you have anyone who cares about you, besides God? Do you have anyone who you can go to for support? Yes, there’s a number of people I can think of. Do you normally write in cursive or print? Print, I write faster that way. Does your heart ache for something? Right now I’m kinda wanting pizza actually lol. Do you fit the millennial stereotype? I’m not even a millennial, dude. Would you want your first child to be a boy or a girl? Girl. I don’t want sons. If you were to write an article for a magazine, what would it be about? I’m in the mood to write an opinion piece about, again, the government. Do you have a blog? I have this Tumblr but it’s really more of a journal than anything else, so no, I wouldn’t say that I have an active blog. I did have several classes where our projects required us to make blogs and I never deleted those, so those blogs are still up albeit untouched for years now. If you were to start a blog, what would your first post be about? I can see myself starting a food review blog where I journal all the restaurants I dine in. Do you think you are good at writing poetry? I absolutely suck at it and hate when I’m required to make poems. Have you ever tried a science experiment that didn't work? I don’t think so. Have you ever had a teacher who looked like an alien? I dunno what an alien is supposed to look like but I also haven’t had a teacher who I thought looked weird. Do you take gummy vitamins? Not since I was 14 or 15. Are your feet wide? No. At least I don’t think they are lol. If you could do research right now for an essay, what topic would you choose to right about? Welp today is our Independence Day, so keeping in line with the timing it’d be nice to do a paper on something about Philippine history. What are your strongest attribute? Personally, I like the fact that I’m detail-oriented. That trait has been responsible for presentable Powerpoints, has saved otherwise careless co-workers, and has made sure that all research, written articles, etc. are free from critical errors, be it in data or grammar. Have you ever been tempted to commit a crime? Of course. I think we’ve all been tempted to do something like that at least once. Have you ever started writing a suicide letter? I’ve written a couple ones throughout the years. ...and then realized you wanted to live? No. Do you know anyone who had to evacuate for the latest hurricane? Not the last typhoon, no. But my friends in Marikina have had to evacuate for past calamities many times because they live right beside a river, and one that easily overflows at that. Do you write letters to friends? Only for special occasions, like for Christmas, retreats, if they were graduating, etc. Do you like to write letters? I do but it can get so tiring, especially because I prefer handwriting my letters. I used to write 40+ handwritten letters, one for each of my classmates, every year when we would go on retreat. The practice was super tiring though so now I typically just write letters for Gab. As a kid, did you find diagramming sentences fun? The what sentences??? I’ve no clue what you’re talking about. Whatever those are, I’m positive we never did that in school. What is your dream? Money. Where would you travel if you could? I’d go absolutely everywhere, but I’d start by finishing off Asia first. When it comes to traveling, I’ve always imagined myself taking my sweet time going local first before venturing out to farther countries. That being said, I’d love to go to Thailand, Laos, Vietnam, Cambodia, and Brunei. Do you feel all alone in the world? No. Do you own a piece of jewelry with an owl on it? Haaaaaaaaa, no. That’s such a Tumblr-in-2010 trademark. I did have owl stuff before, though. If you have a class ring, what color is the stone? Not a thing here. Does looking at the starry sky make you feel peaceful? It does. But if I’m really hellbent on feeling peaceful, I’d rather look at either a skyline at night OR into the sea during the day. Do you have a pen pal? If not, would you ever want to have one? No and no. Like I said, I’m pretty much retired from handwritten letters after writing 40+ of them every single year for around a decade lol. Do you drink hot chocolate? Only La Creperie’s San Gines hot chocolate. Sometimes I’ll drink hot chocolate at hotels too. Do you like apple cider hot or cold? I don’t drink that. Are you hurt by something a friend did to you recently? No, none of them have done or said something hurtful to me lately. Are you under 30? Yeup. Have you made a "30 Things to Do Before I'm 30" list? No. I don’t like keeping myself under a deadline. Do you paint rocks and hide them in your town? I’ve never done that before. Do you have a secret crush? Nope, am very vocal about my crush heh. What was the name of your first crush? Andi. Have you ever had a crush on a teacher? Yes, groan. Do you like parodies? Not always. Some of them can be a little too cheesy for my liking. Are you a Taylor Swift fan? Not a chance. Have you ever kissed a picture? I probably have. Do you use window clings (stickers for your window)? No. Do you decorate for fall? We don’t have fall. What do you want to be for Halloween this year? Not really sure yet...I don’t even know if we’re getting Halloween this year. Has suicide crossed your mind a lot lately? [trigger warning] Not these days, and I’m really thankful for that. I’ve self-harmed twice during the course of the quarantine and while that’s disappointing at least I haven’t thought about being dead, and that’s what matters to me. Do you have supernatural abilities? ............No. Do you get enough hugs? Definitely not these days. I haven’t been hugged since March. I think I might cry when I get my first one. What labels do people try to put on you? I don’t know. You’d have to ask others because this isn’t the sort of thing people say to your face lol. Who do YOU (or rather, who does God) say you are? Are you happy? I’m not happy with the Jesus questions on here lmao but kidding aside, I wouldn’t say that I 100% am. I just feel like I’ve only been floating or existing recently, but not fully happy. Have you asked yourself recently, Why am I here? I hate questions like that, so no. What family member did you get your hair color from? Everyone of them. Filipinos have the same features. Have you ever found a secret compartment? No. If you designed a house, would you give it a secret room? I’ve seen some interesting ones on the internet that make me want a secret room of my own, but I think it’ll stay as a fantasy. Do you read horror stories? When I come across them, sure. I don’t actively look for them though. Do you ever comfort eat? Yeah, I did it a lot before quarantine. Yabu’s a great example of me comfort eating haha. Does stretching feel good? Yesssss. Do you have your wedding planned in your head already? I have scenarios that play in my head but I don’t have the specifics – color scheme, flowers, centerpieces, location, etc – mapped out yet. Would you ever adopt a child? Not my first choice. Are you ok today? I’d say so, yeah. It’s not hot today so that’s already good enough of a day for me lmao. Was the last book you read good? It was okay. It holds a great life story with okay writing. Wrestlers write autobiographies ALL THE TIME which means that not all of them will be a home run, and AJ’s was neither earth-shattering nor bad. I definitely didn’t appreciate the unintended-but-casual sexism/misogyny in it or the extreme hyperboles, but it’s AJ and I love her work nonetheless.
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idk-my-aesthetic · 4 years
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past, present, future
aka mal, evie, and carlos on magic, their parents, and the isle
this is actually a repost of this bc freaking tumblr deleted all my text when i tried to change on tag on the og post so i had to delete it bc it started glitching. sigh. 
*jay is getting his own fic which is why he’s not in this, more info below
***comment on the mal part i use a weird combo of the live action remake maleficent and the og one. Its like maleficent was still queen of the moors but she was actually evil and not all sympathetic like she is in the live action movies…. 
TW!!- obvious discussion of child abuse in semi-graphic detail for the majority of the fic, and a breif s*lf h*rm refrence. It's only a sentence or two long, a general ref/description ig, basically has to do w/ evie freaking out if ppl think she is ugly/a failure bc of her mom’s abuse. 
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To Mal, magic was her blood. It was her history, her lineage. She was a fae, birthed to continue her mother’s legacy. Created to reclaim the throne her mother lost in her madness and cruelty, to conquer their lost land, to live up to the expectations put upon her at birth. Her magic was but an extension of that, her birthright, everything she was supposed to be, everything she would one day become. 
Using it was both terrifying, and liberating. She was evil, something she’d known for years, but she feared becoming like her mother. A fear she had admitted only once, whispered to three others in the dead of night. 
There was a difference in their evil. Her mother’s was unnecessary, powered by delusions of grandeur, random cruelty brought about for her own amusement. Mal saw her own evil as practical, an armor she would use to protect herself, and later her crew. She would use it to get them food, make enemies too afraid to attack them, keep them all as well and alive as she could. She could use her evil, and the fear it caused, to get whatever she wanted, whatever they needed. It gave her power.  
Evil was power. 
Power was safety. 
(Though, could you truly call a child seeking protection evil?)
She knew she would one day have to complete the tasks her mother set out for her, but she refused to do them like the woman herself would. She refused to turn to unneeded cruelty, to hurt those she cared for. She would reclaim their homeland on her own terms. 
She would be her own kind of evil, different from her mother’s, even if they used the same magic, read the same spellbook, had the same blood. She would burn her mother's legacy and build her own, build herself from the ashes and leave her mother behind as nothing more than a faded memory, forgotten in her daughter’s shadow. And she would rise from the beaten depths of the Isle, bringing those most important with her, and give them the lives they deserved. 
(That was her dream, fueled by Carlos’s invention and their new ability to steal magic from the barrier. To free them all, and give a better life to those she loved. It would come true, one day soon, different than she ever expected. Though she was right that she would reclaim her birthright on her own terms, those terms have nothing to do with the evil she now thinks she is.)
(She will learn she was never truly evil to begin with. She will make her magic truly her own, completely untainted by her mother’s wishes. She will reclaim the lost moors, and she will fill it with the love and light her mother destroyed, those she loves by her side.) 
-=+=-
To Evie, magic was a tool. She had no real feelings to it, like how a writer feels no fondness for pens, nor a painter for brushes. She used alchemy books to mix beauty products for her mother, keeping the old woman preoccupied with something else, allowing Evie precious moments of freedom from her mother’s “love”. The word was so mutated in the queen’s mind, as if her unending barrage of insults was the same as Mal’s soft smile, Carlos’s beautiful rambling, Jay’s protective arms. 
The best use for her magic was concocting healing brews, things she could give to her gang to save them even a bit of pain. A cream to clear the bruises on Carlos's chest, small packets for Jay to trade so he need not steal while injured, a bite of apple to save Mal’s life. Things to protect the three most important people in her life. 
(Though, she had a hidden use for these healing salves too. A secret mix to hide scars, to blend discolorations in with the rest of her skin. She used it only when she truly needed, the others would easily tell if every scar she once had disappeared. But, if she ended up bleeding in the middle of the night, scratching at her skin and sobbing because her mother was right she was so ugly and useless and worthless, and said scratches disappeared before morning, well, no one would ever need to know they ever existed.
Because, truly, what right did she have to complain? What gave her the right cry and sob because her mother said something cruel? The others had parents who beat them till they bled, how could her mother’s words ever compare? Even if her mother screamed until her voice was raw, even if she repeated that Evie was ugly and worthless until the girl could do nothing but believe it herself, even if she forced her to avoid even the small amounts of food they could scrounge up, weakinging her to the point of fainting, possibly death if the others hadn't shoved food in her hands and forced her to eat, as if hurting herself would make her more beautiful. 
Even if the Evil Queen, known for her own effortless beauty and even more effortless cruelty, hammered that lesson into the child’s head. That beauty is pain and the only way to have worth is to hurt and you must hurt to be loved, and if you are not in pain you are not beautiful you are not trying hard enough you are failing and they will all leave and you will be left with nothing but pain and your own ugliness.) 
So, Evie was thankful for her magic, thankful she could heal those she loved, and hide things that would hurt them. Thankful she could keep her mother’s suspicion away, when the old woman’s view shifted from seeing Evie as an extension of herself to seeing her daughter as a competitor, someone who was out to betray her and take her place. A gift could appease the woman, at least for a bit, reminding her that the child before her had hair too light, skin too dark, lips too pale to be the girl the queen despised. Not that the queen wouldn't try to change that, pushing the child to look more beautiful than the girl who bested her, then punishing the child for being more beautiful than herself. 
Her mother’s erraticy gave Evie some odd mix of both hatred and jealousy for her half sister. Her mother wanted her to be more beautiful than Snow White, going as far as to try and even bleach her daughter’s skin, forcing Evie to be the subject of dozens of ill advised experiments to make the girl “beautiful”. Evie hated her sister for the standard she set, for leaving her on the Isle, for their mother’s obsession. But she was desperately jealous of her, desperately wanted to be just as beautiful, partly so her mother would leave her be, but more so she would never lose the love she held so dear. 
She feared that more than all, more than death itself, losing those she loved. 
She’d heard tales of true love since birth, heard the idea scoffed at and hated. Told it was something for Aradon royalty, something she would never have, should never want. And yet, despite all that, despite the evil in her, the evil surrounding them, she had it. Had it with three incredible people she loved more than anything. But she knew she wasn't as beautiful as the princess in auradon, knew she wasn't as good as them. What if she lost it? What if the most important people in her life left, because she wasn't beautiful enough to be worthy of their love? 
(One day, she will learn that beauty is not worth. One day she will learn her three-turned-four lovers would never leave her, least of all over something so meaningless. She will learn that she is beautiful because she is kind, and that those who love her do so for her mind not her body. And she will learn that she need not live to please them, that they will always exist as pillars of support in her life, but she will be able to go and become her own person, do what she wishes without worrying if what she wants would make them dislike her, make them want to leave. She will be able to grow and heal with them, work with them to build a life for themselves and a safe world for the other children like them. One day she will speak with her sister, using the cup bought just for her, something she will have done a thousand times before. And she won’t be cured, the memories of her mother’s voice will always haunt her, but she will have people who love her back home, and wedding rings comfortably heavy on her fingers, and kids to pick up later from school, and the knowledge that the lost children of the Isle are free, and the memories will be pushed away with ease. 
One day she will use her magic to help her heal, not hide her pain. 
That future may be far away, too far for her to see where she is now, trapped on the Isle, believing lies about love and herself. But it exists, and it’s waiting for her.) 
-=+=-
To Carlos, his magic was inconsequential. As far as he was concerned, it didn’t exist. The only evidence of it was a flash of pain, quick, white hot burning in his chest when he pulled pure magic from his device on accident. And when he blinked the stars from his eyes, when he managed to pull breath into his lungs again, when he finally quelled the panic rising in his chest, he forced himself to ignore what had just happened. He made himself believe that the pain, the sudden surge of power, the overcoming sense of dread, was some kind of fluke, some byproduct of the barrier. Pure mortals must not handle magic well, he decided, and let the memory fade to the back of his mind. 
Because it was easier. It was easier to let himself believe that he had no magic, to deny the obvious in front of him. It was easier to ignore the instinctual feeling that this magic was his, that there was something darker about it, darker than the magic of the barrier or Mal’s spells. 
It was easier, because to accept it would be to face it. And to face it would mean he would have to use this magic, this magic that felt so instinctually wrong, yet so much his.
The magic felt evil, and even on this Isle of the forgotten, where evil was revealed in, evil was celebrated, he feared becoming evil himself. Because to him, there was very little true evil on the isle. The evil belonged to the adults, the ones banished for their actions. Jafar, Maleficent, the Evil Queen. His mother. 
The other children may see themselves as cruel and evil, but he saw the truth. They were neutral, survivors in this abandoned wasteland. Born with evil inside them, and countering it with enough good to turn their black hearts gray. Protecting each other, caring for others, helping in the backhanded way you only understood if you grew up in a world where kindness brought pain. 
And yet, despite the fact that any impartial party would tell you they were all the same, he saw himself as different from the rest. He could see the good they did, see them balance the scales to keep themselves from falling into evil. But no matter what he did, it never felt like enough. He felt as if he was teetering on the edge of a cliff, held up by nothing more than a fraying rope. And if he accepted this magic, it would slice straight through, sending him to his doom. 
(He was too close to see the good he did. His mother’s screaming of how he was so horrid to her, how he brought her so much pain, how much she wished he was a good son confused him. He saw himself as bad, and saw that as an easy descent into evil, an easy descent into becoming those who had hurt him and those he loved.) 
(He didn’t want to be evil, evil like Maleficent who would snap Mal’s bones with cold eyes. Evil like Jafar who’d beat Jay for bringing one to few things home. Evil like the Queen, who’d lie and scream and dim the brightness of Evie’s smile. Evil like his mother, who would hurt and hurt and hurt and never stop as long as it got her what she wanted, never feel remorse for the pain she brought.)
So he did with his magic what he did with his other problems, forget. Forcing them to the back of his mind, focusing on the immediate, focusing on surviving day to day. And you can’t blame him, not really. On the Isle every day is about making sure you live to your next, and that you can bring a handful of others with you. 
And it may not have been his fault, but in doing so, in pushing aside the pain it brought and forcing himself to forget, he created more problems for himself. Because his magic would not go away, same with how pretending his mother didn’t exist didn’t simply make her disappear. 
(One day, he will be forced to face this magic, to accept it as part of himself. It will bring him pain he doesn't deserve, but he will overcome it, four others by his side. He will realize that the evil he felt was nothing more than a reflection of his own fears, that he could never truly become evil. Because he didn’t want to be, won’t want to be, will never find joy in causing others pain. The things that will make him happy are bright days and small animals and unconventional dates and the laughter of children trying chocolate for the first time. 
He will realize he could never be evil, never turn into those who hurt him. Never become his mother. And he will face his other problems, the ones so buried he hadn't thought of them in years, and he will overcome those too.) 
-=+=-
im trash so i didn’t bother putting the italics in. it takes 20 minutes im sorry....
edit: i wnet back and added them uwu 
jay’s getting his own fic which is basically one of these^^ but longer w/ fully written scenes lol. and uhhhh idr what i put in my a/n before but this is related to my other works/part of a series so please check out my ao3 ily  https://archiveofourown.org/users/Blue_Pluto
edit: so i felt like i needed to give more info ig?? i gave carlos magic bc im using it as a metaphor in my d1/d2/d3 rewrites, which uhhh part of are posted but not really the magic parts yet.... trust me for rn lol,,,, ty for reading!!! 
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drowning-in-dennor · 5 years
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To Know
Henrik and Stellan answer questions about each other. (Warning: Crass jokes, sappiness, many, many innuendos.) All the questions were taken from here.
[Stellan picks up the sheet of paper, glaring at it as though personally offended. Henrik, laughing, swipes it out of his hand and adjusts the camera.]
Henrik: Hey, everyone! Today we’re doing some sort of challenge. I honestly don’t know what this is, but... yeah! Let’s do this!
[Staring nervously at the camera, Stellan reaches over to take Henrik’s hand.]
Stellan: Yeah, let’s get this over with.
Question One: Describe them when you first met.
Henrik: Cute!
Stellan: Annoying.
[Henrik pouts and stares at Stellan.]
Stellan: You walked up to me while I was reading and went, “yo, is that H.C. Andersen?”, then proceeded to grab the book out of my hands. Asshole.
Question Two: How tall are they?
Stellan: A hundred and eighty-three centimetres.
Henrik: One seventy-nine.
Question Three: What’s their ancestry background?
Stellan: Yeah, this one’s obvious.
Henrik: Easy.
Stellan: Danish-Swedish, born on Gotland.
Henrik: And Stell’s Norwegian-Icelandic, grew up on Svalbard.
Question Four: When’s their birthday?
Henrik: May seventeenth.
Stellan: June fifth.
[They look at each other. Henrik cracks a grin.]
Henrik: Don’t ask about the year. We don’t remember.
Question Five: What’s the first thing they’d buy if they won the lottery?
Stellan: Enough cloth and thread to clothe an army, along with probably all the embroidery supplies the world has to offer.
Henrik: A butter factory.
[Stellan groans, smacking his forehead.]
Stellan: No.
Henrik: Hold up, what?
Stellan: I’d probably use it to buy some land and grow stuff. Or I’d buy those big oil companies and order them to switch to natural resources.
Henrik: That’s my Stell, always caring about the environment.
[Henrik leans over to kiss Stellan on the cheek.]
Question Six: What’s their favourite band?
Henrik: Stellan’s not a band person.
[Stellan rolls his eyes.]
Stellan: Our band. And yes, we have a band.
Henrik: You bet your ass we have a band! It’s the best one in Europe, if you ask me.
Stellan: Please don’t remind me.
Question Seven: What’s their favourite meal?
[Henrik grins suggestively.]
Stellan: I know what you’re going to say, don’t say it.
Henrik: My a-
Stellan: Don’t you dare.
Henrik: My apple tarts. Seriously, he asks me to make them all the time.
[Stellan hides his face in his hands and mumbles something.]
Henrik: We can’t hear you, babe!
Stellan: Sosekjøtt. This fucker next to me really likes it when I make sosekjøtt.
[Pincing Stellan’s cheeks, Henrik laughs as his hands are swatted away.]
Question Eight: What’s their favourite physical feature about you?
[Stellan turns red.]
[Henrik laughs, nuzzling Stellan and dodging a poke to his nose.]
Henrik: Aww, no need to be shy about it! You know you like my hands, especially when they’re-
[Stellan gestures at the camera.]
Stellan: Apparently Henrik likes my smile, so I’d say my... mouth?
Henrik: Yeah, they look great when you’re-
[Henrik yelps as Stellan kicks him from under the table.]
Question Nine: What’s their favourite personality trait about you?
Stellan: That’s a lot to choose from, but I think he likes that I’m calm and collected.
Henrik: You’re right! And, uh, I know you like that I’m funny, don’t you?
[Reluctantly, Stellan smiles at Henrik and nods.]
Question Ten: What type of clothing looks best on them?
Henrik: Stellan really, really likes it when I wear suits, even when he steps on my feet and messes up my nice shoes. 
Stellan: One look at Henrik’s camera roll will tell you that he goes batshit when he sees me wearing his jackets or scarves.
[Henrik scrolls through his phone, showing the screen to the camera. An album, titled ‘Stell wearing my stuff’, is shown.]
[Stellan grabs Henrik’s phone.]
Stellan: You have an entire six-hundred-and-eighty-eight-photo album of me? Why am I asleep in so many of these?
Henrik: I couldn’t resist, you look so cute!
Stellan: Why do I have on nothing but - delete those!
Question Eleven: What word describes them best first thing in the morning?
Stellan: Bleary. Once, he thought I was having a nightmare, yelled in Danish and ‘reassuringly’ grabbed my face, the dumb shit.
Henrik: Dopey.
Stellan: Excuse me?
Henrik: You’re like a confused kitten! 
[Stellan kicks him under the table again.]
Question Twelve: What would they say is their worst physical feature?
Henrik: Stell complains about his left middle finger a lot. It’s crooked from holding a pen all the time, but it just makes it even more dramatic when he flips people off.
Stellan: He doesn’t like how pointy his nose is, which I never get. 
Question Thirteen: What’s their best talent?
Stellan: Embroidery.
Henrik: Writing.
Stellan: Henrik’s tapestries are amazing. He works so hard on them and they’re all masterpieces, and-
[He suddenly remembers that he’s being filmed, and looks down, flustered.]
Question Fourteen: What are they terrible at?
Henrik: Huh, that’s a hard question.
Stellan: Oh, I’ve got many answers.
Henrik: Hey!
Stellan: Saying the right things at the right times.
Henrik: Keeping his desk clean.
Stellan: Once, Tino was venting to me about how he lost his favourite book, and Henrik just burst in and was like, “’tis I, the guy who wants to die.”
[Henrik slams his head down on the table.]
Henrik: Yeah... let’s not talk about that.
Question Fifteen: What’s their perfect pizza?
Stellan: We don’t eat pizza.
Henrik: Yeah, Stell would sooner go hungry than order it.
Question Sixteen: What’s their favourite alcoholic beverage?
Henrik: Most of the time Stell gets akvavit, but I know he really likes champagne when we can get it.
Stellan: Beer. If not for the health risks, I’m pretty sure Henrik could drink beer all the time.
Henrik: My favourite’s Gammel Dansk, actually, but you’re not far off!
[Stellan claps the table, his other hand going to cover his mouth.]
Stellan: Fuck!
Question Seventeen: What’s their favourite cuisine?
Stellan: Pretty sure it’s Dutch.
Henrik: Norwegian...?
Stellan: You’re wrong.
[Henrik stares at him.]
Henrik: But it’s all you cook! 
Stellan: They’re family recipes, dummy. My favourite’s Japanese.
Henrik: Well, I eat Norwegian almost every night!
[Stellan glares at Henrik and gets up from his chair, walking away.]
Henrik: Wait, come back!
Question Eighteen: What’s their favourite Disney movie?
Henrik: The Little Mermaid.
Stellan: Frozen, even though people think it’s my favourite.
Henrik: I thought you’d like it because of the trolls!
Stellan: You all are delusional if you think trolls are going to give you valid relationship advice.
[Henrik laughs, clapping Stellan on the shoulder.]
Question Nineteen: What’s their most-used curse word?
Stellan: Dammit, fuck it, or anything with an “it”.
Henrik: Shit.
[Stellan looks at Henrik as though enlightened.]
Stellan: Shit, you’re right.
Henrik: HA!
Question Twenty: What adjective describes them in the bedroom?
[Henrik grins perversely and leans over to whisper to Stellan, who glares at him and desperately tries to cool down his reddening face.]
Henrik: Contained. Wild, but the controlled type. Does that make sense?
Stellan: ...dangerous.
[Stellan tries not to fall off his chair.]
Henrik: Aw, yeah, my danger makes stuff really exciting!
Stellan: Shush.
Question Twenty-One: Which one’s funnier?
[Stellan points at Henrik.]
[Henrik points at Stellan.]
[They both stare at each other for a moment before laughing.]
Question Twenty-Two: Who dances better?
Henrik: Stell, hands-down. He teaches ballet at the local studio.
[Stellan shows a video of Henrik dancing to the camera, stifling his laughter.]
Stellan: The only type of dance Henrik can do is awkward dad dancing, solely to embarrass Harald.
Question Twenty-Three: What nicknames do they give you?
Stellan: No.
Henrik: Come on, just tell ‘em!
Stellan: Nei.
[Henrik whispers to him again, and he sighs.]
Stellan: Kanin. It means ‘bunny’, apparently.
Henrik: He’s so old-fashioned! Sometimes when I’m working on my tapestries, I hear Stell go, “darling, can you get me some coffee?” or something like that, and it’s so cute. But again, at night he calls me ‘Mas’-”
Stellan: NO.
Question Twenty-Four: Who uses the Internet more?
Henrik: He shitposts. A lot. For a bestselling author who writes for Disney, you wouldn’t imagine him to be on the Internet a lot posting stuff like “I brewed some leaf juice”.
Stellan: Henrik really only goes online to look for photos or buy stuff.
Question Twenty-Five: If they’re on YouTube, what are they watching?
Stellan: Videos of the songs I wrote lyrics to, or dead memes. I caught him playing the ten-hour loop of “Yee” the other day.
Henrik: He listens to ancient music.
[Stellan crosses his arms indignantly.]
Stellan: They’re from the nineteen hundreds, that’s hardly old. Uncultured pencil.
Henrik: Pencil?
Stellan: Uncultured shit, if that’s what you prefer.
Question Twenty-Six: If they could travel back in time, where would they go?
Henrik: The fifties.
Stellan: The Viking age, clearly.
Question Twenty-Seven: What do they have too much of?
Stellan: Photos, most of them of me.
Henrik: Notebooks.
Stellan: Those notebooks are filled with important drafts!
Henrik: Well, those photos are of important people!
[Henrik sniggers as Stellan blushes for the umpteenth time.]
Question Twenty-Eight: Which of their pickup lines really got you?
Henrik: “You’re amazing.”
Stellan: You still remember that from ten years ago? That’s barely even a pickup line.
Henrik: Of course!
Stellan: “If you need somebody to cuddle with, I’m always down for it!” 
[Henrik grins and wraps his arms around Stellan.]
Question Twenty-Nine: What’s their favourite emoji?
[They both take out their phones to type.]
[Stellan shows his first.]
Stellan: ♡. He’s ridiculously sappy.
[Henrik shows the emoji on his screen.]
Henrik: Stell doesn’t use emojis, but the emoticon he sends the most is (._.).
Question Thirty: Draw your partner.
[Henrik draws a simple sketch, displaying it proudly.]
[Stellan draws a stick figure.]
Henrik: Holy crap!
Stellan: I’m good at writing, not drawing. Now shut up.
...
Henrik: So, that’s the end of the challenge, and I hope you liked it!
Stellan: I certainly didn’t.
Henrik: Bye!
Stellan: Thank goodness it’s over.
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