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Summary: When a news outlet puts out some compromising pictures of Austin and his co-star, you could feel yourself wanting to crumble. And in your time of need you turn to four of the people who know you best.

Contents: Pretty good amount of angst. Sad and worried reader. Introduction of reader's friends. Mentions and insinuations of infidelity. Supportive friends. Eventual fluff toward end.

Pairing: Austin Butler x Black Reader.

A/N: Hello beautiful humans. I hope you're all doing well. I figured that we haven't had a good taste of angst yet with our lovely couple. So here's a sample of more to come. I hope you all enjoy. Side note: A debrief on the friend group will be posted separately for fun.

And thank you anon for your sweet message. This is dedicated to you :) Happy reading.

Much Love *hugs*

" Maybe this isn't what it looks like babes. They're probably just hanging out as friends." Your friend, Beatrice, reasoned from her spot on your couch trying her best to diffuse the impending situation.

A snort could be heard from the love seat across from her, " Yeah right. Fat chance. The proof is in the pudding. And by the looks of it, the main ingredient is deceit. I really don't know why we're even considering the latter." Alana, your other friend countered making sure to point feverishly at the images shown on the iPad you were holding.

" Because she loves him Alana and this is about the last thing you'd wanna hear about your boyfriend while he's thousands of miles away in a different country." Beatrice snapped not really liking how seemingly okay her friend appeared with just writing off their friend's relationship.

Alana went to raise a pointed figure but was stopped, " Alright guys let's take it down a couple notches. Okay? " Your bestfriend Phoebe proposed earning two nods and a begrudging whatever. " No one can be for sure what the context behind these pictures are. Let's just try and piece together what we're for sure we know." She said turning to look at you next to her.

Even between all their bickering and antics. You still hadn't let your eyes stray away from the pictures displaying on the screen. You felt sick at what you were seeing.

What were you seeing?

There were three pictures.

To the average person what it looked like was two people, ( possibly lovers or possibly friends) lying together on a blanket, on a beach, enjoying each other's company.

But to you what it looked like was, your boyfriend and his co-star whom you'd before caught mindlessly flirting with said boyfriend, lying both their sweaty half naked bodies together. Closely on the beach.

When you'd been out this afternoon taking Magnus for a walk around the block while you thought of different things to bake for Austin when he got home for a upcoming filming break. You'd gotten a text from your co-worker pretty much saying that she didn't know that you and Austin had split. And that she was here for you if you needed.

Laughing it off as a weird random idea, you replied telling her that not only were the two of you still together. But you were also doing quite well as a couple.

After that text you just continued to stroll along in slight uneasiness, until minutes later her text of the pictures came in and your heart dropped to the soles of your feet.

There they were.

Clear as day.

Soon after many friends, family members, and other nosy people that probably still shouldn't have your number began texting and rolling in with a thousand questions you just didn't have the answers to.

You could feel the tightness in your chest begin, and water sting your eyes.

You'd let Magnus finish his due diligence in peace before quickly ushering you both home.

Going to the kitchen pantry you grabbed Austin's jar of smooth peanut butter and Magnus's favorite treat toy filing it up to the brim. Once you set it down in front of him you'd figured it would keep the usually aware pup occupied while you slipped upstairs.

Your head felt oddly heavy and your chest was beginning to tighten as you made your way to your down the hallway.

Going into your bathroom to try and calm yourself down, you called the only four people that you knew could help you see the light at a seemingly long, dark and scary tunnel.

Your girls.

Phoebe Wesley, Beatrice Cortina, Alana Montgomery, and Alexandria Kross.

It took them all of two rings for them all to answer the conference call. They immediately began asking if you were alright and to know what was going. Unfortunately though, they weren't able to get much coherent information due to the sobbing that ensued from you.

You felt overwhelmed.

Frantically informing you that they were all on their way! You waited for a quick twenty minutes before Phoebe appeared at your home first, taking you into her arms and guiding you to sit on the long sofa. Not long after Beatrice joined, Alex notified you she had a work meeting and would be updated via Beatrice. And finally, came Alana who told you that'd she would have made it sooner but she'd stopped and got a bacon pizza with feta bread.

One of your favorites.

But you weren't hungry.

And now that takes you to the current moment of madness, " Y/N did you talk to Austin last night? He didn't mention anything about him and Olivia going to the beach together? " Came a question.

You just shook your head still not completely in the moment.

" Not a thing. We talked about each other's day. He talked a little bit about some of the new prosthetics makeup he was going to be wearing now that they had started to shoot different scenes as older Elvis. I told him about the new book I had started and the incident with Magnus and the neighbor's yorkie. That was pretty much it." You uncomfortably recalled the phone call last night.

Everyday you and Austin made the effort and commitment to call and talk to each other about whatever for some time.

It was always around five pm your way in California and eleven am his all the way in Australia. So when you were telling him about how your day went, he was telling you what he had up with his.

" Well again let's not get into too deep." Beatrice reiterated, " Let's just take it a minute at a time. Okay."

A text could be seen popping in from Alex.

Kriss Kross Boss: I agree. Let us stay rational until we don't need to be..

You nodded.

From there they all went around the room one by one saying different things to reassure you of your situation.

Phoebe started first, " Y/N you know this man is absolutely crazy about you in the best way. I don't really believe that he would ever do something that would purposefully jeopardize his chances with you. I mean have you seen the way that man looks at you! It's..intense."

Beatrice nodded, " Yeah, like it gives Edward Cullen vibes minus the violence, manipulation, gaslighting, and overall icks." She clarified.

You grinned a little at her reference.

" I would have compared it more to like Phantom of the Opera tease. But I see you point." Alana pointed out playing with a eager Magnus.

Kriss Kross Boss: I could see that. The room continued to compare your relationship to famous fictional pairings until you heard a familiar ringing fill the room.

It was your phone.

And in that moment you knew it was Austin, and you knew you couldn't answer it.

Like something out of a movie the four of you stared around at each other. No one moved a inch. The air was unchanged.

Of course it had to be Alana though who broke the pregnant pause, " So...no one's gonna answer it? " She questioned looking between her friends and the buzzing device on the coffee table.

Barely above a whisper came from you ," I can't."

It was true. You didn't know how to face him at this exact moment of time.

If the mere mention of his name was enough to make you almost create a whole new ocean of tears to add to the world map.

Imagine what actually hearing his voice and speaking to him would do.

" So it's settled we just let it go to voicemail." Phoebe clapped allowing the buzzing noise to again become background noise in the room, " As we were saying..."

Once it stopped you felt a good five seconds of slight relief before it's started buzzing again

This time you felt your eyes water. You knew he was probably gonna call at least one more time after this one.

After that he more than likely would wait a bit and then start up with the texts asking where you were and how you were.

Sure enough after that buzz session ended another one ensued earning the same result as the last.

Nothing.

Finally after about seven minutes of Beatrice and Alana now beginning to butt-heads about theories pertaining to if he knew you knew yet, is when you seen the messages begin to flash across the screen over the course of the following thirty minutes.

Sweet Baboo: Hey love. Was just calling to talk to you about something.

Sweet Baboo: Call me when you get this baby.

Sweet Baboo: Please.

Sweet Baboo: Y/N I don't know if you're getting these but if you are baby please say something

Sweet Baboo: I love you.

Sweet Baboo: Y/N seriously I need to talk to you. Please don't ignore me.

Sweet Baboo: Just answer the phone sweetheart.

As soon as you finished reading the message his face flashed across your screen , only this time you reached only to suddenly stop your own self.

Noticing and watching, Beatrice asked , " You gonna pick it up, hun? I mean maybe it'll be good to just hear him out about what he might have to say. Maybe it's all a big misunderstanding." She encouraged.

" I agree." Chimed Phoebe, " I mean hey...it's Austin. I'm sure he's probably gonna sort this whole thing out. Like BB said, it's more than likely a big misunderstanding."

You nodded hearing both of their words and acknowledging them, but oddly their friendly support and optimism didn't ease the achy feeling you felt swirling around in your chest.

Instead you felt it amplify until you once again felt your eyes turn into mini sprinklers as you broke down in tears, " I-I *sniffle* I d-don't think I c-can do it." You nasally spoke out looking down at the picture of Austin's face across your screen causing you to cry all the harder.

It was of him laying on the backyard ground of his condo next to you. He was smiling really wide because had had just asked you to officially be his girlfriend to which you of course practically screeched a yes for all of the poor neighbors to hear. In the picture your newly promise ringed hand was cupping his face while he happily gazed at you. You guys had, had the best day!

He was so happy!

So, when did he stop being so happy to the point of going as far as cheating!

Your heart sped up at the " C " word entering your mind, but you quickly placed a hand on your chest in efforts to try and slow it down. I mean the two of you had talked about this. And he knew that this was a definite dealbreaker for you. So there was no way he'd take a risk like this...right?

You knew you were getting ahead of yourself.

But part of you started to feel even worse.

In the beginning you had feared this. Getting into a relationship with Austin, only for him after a while to come to his senses that him being with you, the normal quirky black girl, was a phase he now found himself out of. And then he would decide to leave you for someone who would usually be more his speed.

Someone like Olivia DeJonge.

You were unfortunately about to start the long list of comparing yourself to her in your head when your pity party was suddenly interrupted by Phoebe's loud gasp.

" Oh shit. Austin is calling me." Phoebe panicked looking down at her phone.

"Um...what should we do." Beatrice puzzled.

Kriss Kross Boss: I say answer it

Seeing this now you felt your heart strings pull. On one end, you felt like you didn't wanna hear his voice let alone what he had to say right now. But on the other hand, you felt you owed to him to hear what he had to say since before he'd never given you any reason to suspect cheating or doubt his honesty.

So you simply said, " Go head. Answer it. But put it on speaker." While wiping away the tears from your overflooded cheeks.

" Are you sure?" Phoebe asked for confirmation holding the device.

Hesitant you nodded, " Yeah go head."

Nodding Phoebe answered putting the phone on the coffee table, " Hello? "

And then his voice filled the room, " H-hey Phoebe. How are ya' ?" He greeted. You could sense his nervousness even a ocean away through the phone. His words sounded rushed and a bit strained not the usual calm and collected tone you were used to.

He was stressing.

" Doin' alright Austin. Can't really complain....much. What do I owe the pleasure of this call? ."

" Oh..I..uh.Mmmm." He cleared his throat obviously trying to form the words, " I was.. uh.. calling you because I've been trying to reach Y/N for the last couple of hours and I haven't had any luck. I was wondering if you had talked to her at all today? "

Phoebe looked to you only to gain confirmation when you shook your head no, " Uh. Nope I actually haven't really talked to her since this morning after she told me about something with Magnus. I've been spending the day with Noah at home while he's here from deployment." She white lied.

And it was partially true. Her intention was in-fact to spend the day with her darling military captain hunk. But her friend was in need, and him being a army captain of all people, he understood that.

" Oh wow. Happy to hear that. I think I remember Y/N telling me he was coming home sometime soon. Glad he's back safe." Austin congratulated.

" Yeah. It's only for two months but rather that than nothing so I'm grateful."

" Right, I completely understand. Wish I could come home and visit Y/N. " He sighed, " Man that girl just makes my entire world spin. I hate working away from her like this. Rather be home with her." He said.

You felt your cheeks heat.

Kriss Kross Boss: Hmm

" Hmm I see." Phoebe sounded looking over to you who'd instinctively grabbed the pillow next to you to clutch. " So Austin being yours and Y/N's friend. I have to ask while you're on the phone. Have you seen the pictures that the DailyMail put out of you and Olivia DeJonge today? Because I've got to tell you buddy, that they don't exactly look good." She prodded looking around the room at you all.

A tired groan escaped through the phone, " Yeah Phoebe, I have. And I've had my team working overtime to try and get a handle on this thing. Because it's everywhere in the media right now. And not a lick of it is true. All these cheating allegations and break up rumors couldn't be farther from the true. But I know you know that."

" I get that. I do. Things aren't always what they seem. But Austin I can't lie and say I wouldn't appreciate if you'd please give me some type of context to what's going on here. Because the amount of messages I've gotten in the last two hours from our other friends since this whole thing appeared is absolutely ridiculous." Phoebe furthered.

" Tell me about it, " He nervously laughed, " I've got people calling and texting me up the ass wanting to know what's going. Ashley actually called me about twenty minutes ago to chew me out. She's pretty upset with me like I imagine you might be unfortunately. But like I told her, nothing happened. The weather out here spiked, and we had to shut down filming due to heat hazards. So, some of the cast got together and thought it'd be nice if we all went to the beach. Which I thought was all fine and what not'. Until I got there and found out that everyone else had backed out last minute and only Olivia and I showed."

Seemed reasonable enough to you.

Just then a text from Alana lit up your phone:

Mrs. Reynolds: Sounds fishy tbh

Kriss Kross Boss: Let's let him finish...but yeah little bit

" At that point I didn't just wanna be rude and leave her out there by herself, so we hung out a little bit. Got in the water. Laid around and talked awhile. And then we both left. Separately. The end." He finished making sure to put an emphasis on the last part.

Even though Phoebe said that she was by herself Austin knew she wasn't. Not only had he heard glasses slightly clinking in the back and the familiar whine of a puppy named Magnus, and what sounded like muffled bickering which he could guess was Alana and Beatrice.

He also knew his girlfriend's friends well enough to know that they wouldn't just let her be at home by herself during a time like this.

He could bet his bottom dollar that Beatrice, Alana, Alex, Phoebe, and his lady were all crowded right around the phone listening to his every word. And that's exactly what he needed.

You to hear the truth.

And if this was the only way. So be it.

Phoebe hummed, " Sounds alright to me. Only.." She paused looking to you for silent conformation to which you nodded her forward, " I have to ask why you guys were like..kinda..super close laying on that towel together. Like you two looked quite comfy...like really comfy." Phoebe questioned looking to a Beatrice who threw up a thumbs up waiting to hear the reaction.

" Yeah about that. Olivia forgot to bring a towel with her and I had mine. She said she didn't wanna get sand in her hair and I tried to be a gentleman and offered for us to share. I just was trying to be nice is all. Was a bit awkward tell you the truth..." He trailed.

" Understandable." Phoebe concluded

" Ask about the restaurant rumors." Alana whispered grabbing a disgruntled Magnus and setting him on her lap in efforts to quiet him.

" And finally...and I promise this is the last question. What's the deal with people saying they've seen you and Olivia out at restaurants looking rather friendly with each other recently. Couple late nights out there..." Phoebe inquried perring over to you as you slowly and quietly inhaled a tiny breath to hold.

" It's nothing to it. " Austin quickly affirmed, " Just two co-stars running lines with each other at times that worked for the both of us. Being with the schedule constantly moving around due to covid and whatever else its a get in where you fit in situation. ya' know. Most happen to be nights unfortunately. " He finished.

" Honestly..I-" He started but stopped short, contemplating if he should even say what he was about to. But fuck it she needed to know, " There.." He cleared his throat, " Had been a couple of times she tried to invite me back to her place. BUT I've always declined. Out of respect for not only myself and her. But especially out of the respect and love I have for my relationship with Y/N...I could never do that to her." He finished feeling like a huge weight had been lifted knowing everything was all out.

Your ears rang.

She'd done what? WTF.

Now you couldn't lie. The short amount of times Austin had brought you around the cast before he'd left you'd noticed Olivia's abnormally friendly behavior. But you hadn't ever thought it'd got that far. Because all in all you trusted Austin.

Your palms got hot as images flashed through your brain of Olivia brushing her hand against his, rubbing his forearm, she'd even slickly called him babe in the ' non-friendly ' manner a couple of times. But never did you think she'd go this low.

Just then your phone buzzed,

Kriss Kross Boss: THAT HEIFER! How tf dare she!

Mrs. Reynolds: THAT PART! DONT GET GOT BLONDIE

Phoebe cleared her throat, " Wow! I mean...man I get it! And honestly Austin....I believe what you're telling me is in-fact the truth. I just hate that this presents the way it does. It's not a good look on your part, and it certainly isn't a good look on Y/N's " She added & looked over to your expression.

You sat up pacing yourself.

He took a deep breath, " I know...I know. And that's why I've been trying to get ahold of her, but her phone keeps going straight to voicemail and my messages all still say delivered. So, that makes me think that she's already seen it. And it worries me because the last thing I wanna do is have her thinking that there's anyone other than her. I couldn't imagine my life without her at this point. That woman is just about one of the only things that makes me wanna get up in the morning. She's it for me. She's mine and I love her."

she's mine and I love her.

That's what he said.

He said that you're his and he loves you.

As stubborn as were, you couldn't help the warmth that filled your heart. It was like a million little embers setting off at once. Sure you guys said I love you to each other all the time. But it still never got old hearing him say it. Especially when you weren't 'technically' around.

Just then you seen your phone light up with texts for Alex, Alana, and Beatrice:

Kriss Kross Boss: PERIOD! IKDR! Look at that man all in love and junk!

Mother Bea: YOU GUYS THATS SO STINKING CUTE! I CAN'T

Mrs. Reynolds: *sighs* I agree. the fucker sounds genuine.

You looked to the other side of the couch to see Beatrice fighting off tears while Alana offered her a tissue with disgust plastered on her face.

You loved your friends.

You glanced over to Phoebe who held a somewhat content smile on her face looking at the group chat messages. Turning to you she mouthed a " Call him please." To which you nodded.

" Phoebe you still there?" Austin sounded making everyone snap out of their emotional moment and return their attention to the phone.

" Yeah, I'm still here. Was just reading something. But,uh, Like I said Austin. I really do think you sound sincere and I'm sure that with the right conversation so will Y/N , trust me." She motivated shooting you a wink.

Austin sighed, " Right. If I can get her on the phone." He pointed out.

" Well. I'll tell you what. I actually have to go do this thing for Noah so after we hang up why don't you try her again. Maybe you'll have better luck this time." Phoebe coyly suggested motioning for you to pick up your phone and shoo you out the room.

Doing as you we're directed you skeptically picked up the phone slowly backing out the room toward the kitchen being quietly cheered on by your friends. It was all of forty-five seconds after Phoebe yelled to you that they hung up, that you're phone buzzed.

Staring at the screen you couldn't help how your thumb hesitated over the bright red button.

But you couldn't do that.

Not after what you'd just heard.

You owed it to yourself and him to pick up.

And in a split it second you quickly tapped the button answering.

It was sheer silent for a moment, nothing but small breathing could be heard until the voice came through the receiver, " Y/N. Baby you there? "

You took a deep breath, " Y-Yeah I'm here."

You heard the large sigh he let out of relief, " Hey, baby?" You could hear him trying to even out his breaths so he continue talking, " So, how much of it did you hear?" He questioned.

" Enough." You simply replied.

On the other end the man was running his hand down his face for the thousandth time it seemed trying to formulate words now that part of this burden had been lifted: The not speaking to you part. He now had to figure out how he was going to say all the things he wanted to say while fighting the urge to hop on a plane to be with you.

" Listen. Baby-"

You cut him off, " You don't have to re-explain I pretty mu-"

" Yes. I do, though bec-" He tried countering but still you cut in.

Aus I-" But he cut you of again putting on a more stern front this time.

" No baby. Wait a minute. I'm trying to say something that is super important to us both so I want you to listen to me. Can you hear me alright? "

" Yes, Austin ." You replied.

" You sure. Sweetheart cause you can't miss not even a syllable of what I'm about say." He solidified dropping the octave in his voice .

" Yes." You anticipated.

" Y/N. Baby. I love you. And I love you something serious. You are amazing and mean more to me than I could have ever fathomed imaginable. And I'm so happy that you're mine." He started. You could few your cheeks starting to heat up.

" Words can't explain how sorry I am that I ever put you in a situation like this for you to feel embarrassed, but more importantly for you to question whether or not I love you and I'm faithful to what we're building."

" I made a promise to you when I gave you that ring that I hope to god is still on your finger. The promise that I love you and only you, baby. And it will only ever be you. Always, Forever, and Beyond." Austin continued. " You're it for me Y/N M/N L/N. Only you. And I want only you." He confessed.

By now your face for what seemed like the umpteenth time was damp again. But at least this time it was all for the right reasons. In your mind you now felt silly about the assumptions and idea that you had earlier. How could you think any of that after hearing this declaration.

" Did you get all that? " He asked while you carefully wiped tears for the corner of your eyes.

" Yeah I did." You sniffled.

" And do you believe all that? Truly believe it?" He furthered with a tinge of desperation that he was trying to mask. He needed you to know how he felt.

" Yes I do. I know that you love me." You affirmed putting more confidence in your voice.

Feeling as if the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders he said, " Good. Because like I told you before, I don't know many times I'll have to tell you I love you before you realize that I'm absolutely crazy about you and only you." Austin said running his fingers across the green pattern crotchet blanket that was laid across him.

About a month before he was set to move to Australia to start filming Elvis, you'd enlisted Beatrice to help teach you how to crotchet a blanket for Austin as a six month anniversary gift. And when it was time for him to pack for a small trip one weekend, you slipped it into his luggage for him to find later. And when he did, he couldn't erase the fuzzy and gooey feeling that consumed him.

Always thinking of me. He thought before bringing the item up to his nose to take whiff. He was beyond satisfied when the scent of mangos and vanilla entered his senses.

It smelled like you.

From there, Austin brought the blanket with him to Australia and pretty much slept with the thing almost every night. It was so special to him.

Nodding to yourself you replied, " Yeah I'm crazy about you too Austin. " You giggled knowing what you were about to say next would make him laugh, " You almost made me find a flight to Australia just to show you how CRAZY about you I really am." You tease thinking back to all of the more cooky musings you'd had when you believed that he may have been creeping around on you earlier.

Spoiler Alert: They weren't good...or legal.

Just as you thought would he did laugh running a hand down his face, " Oh man. I wouldn't have minded. Even if it would have meant seeing you set a blaze to half of the set." He said as a eerily scary imagine of you entered his mind.

You smiled" Nah. Never that. I'm not really a fire kind of girl. There are more effective methods than that. Plus no reason to punish everyone else working to feed their families. They may just have had to have found two new leads for the movie..that's all." You played with him. Austin laughed, " That's my girl. Always thinking of others." He commented, "But really. If you can have all of your work things fixed I'll arrange to have a jet come and get you out of LAX for you to come visit. All you need to do is give me the earliest convivence of when you can come, babe. And I'll take care of the rest. Because I really wanna see you." Austin explained already going to grab his laptop to start curating emails as he spoke.

You grumbled, " First off I'd love to come visit you so I'll see what I can push around. But secondly, you don't have to send a jet for me. I'm a big girl and I am more than capable of buying my own ticket to come see you." You cemented.

Austin smiled to himself, " I know you are, baby. But that doesn't mean that I can't do this for you."

" Austin I know b- " You began before being cut off, " But you're gonna let Daddy take care of this, alright. He messed something up and now he's fixing it. So pack your things up and when the time comes have your little pretty ass ready to take a prearranged flight, okay. " Austin voice husked now sporting a lower and sexier octave.

You could the trickles of something begin round yonder against the better judgement of your mind you from hearing his tone, " Okay." You peeped feeling every bit of feminism you had leak from your body.

Pathetic.

" Okay." He parroted back, " Now that we have that settled. How about you grab the journal, honey. So we can write all this down. " He suggested. You smiled.

Something unique about yours and Austin's relationship was the journal.

The journal was something that was used as a healthy relationship exercise. The two of you together would write down the triumphs and hiccups of your romance to be able to look back at for reference going forward as you both tried to always continue to better your relationship. Everything from recollections of your first meeting, to your first fight, and even some details of the first time you made love were written in it's pages.

For privacy reasons it stayed with you in a special place for when it was needed while Austin was away. Otherwise he was the usual keeper of the journal.

" Yeah we can do that." You said moving through the halls past your friends. Once you seen them you gave a thumbs up and motioned for them to put on a movie or something if they'd like before you proceeded upstairs to have a in-depth talk about everything from today with your man to put it all on paper.

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lakelyasleep · 10 months

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I was playing around with warrior cats AUs earlier and an interesting thought came up. What if Fireheart was a WindClan cat and a Med cat? (And had amnesia, for funsies) Here are some jumbled ideas in (mostly) chronological order.

Rusty leaves the two-leg place at four moons, meeting Tigerclaw. As you expect this doesn't end well. He barely gets away alive, passing out inside WindClan's border.

It's Deadfoot that finds him, acting as his main parental figure next to Barkface.

When he wakes up he doesn't know who he is or what happened. Though because he smelt like ThunderClan, Tallstar could guess.

Because of Tigerclaw, he is very scarred, the most notable one on his left side goes from his shoulder to his flank.

He was five moons when ShadowClan chased WindClan from their home. He already wanted to become a med cat and helped Barkface where he was allowed.

Firepaw gets far more warrior training than the average med cat would due to the exile. This becomes a part of WindClan culture later on.

He has a very strong connection to StarClan in this AU! While they meant for him to be a ThunderClan warrior they aren't particularly disappointed with what he chose.

Firepaw keeps having dreams of the same two cats, one a tortoiseshell tom with a red tail, one a brown tiger-like tabby with sharp claws. The tabby looks familiar but he has no idea where he'd met the cat.

We're gonna move from WindClan for now, let's check in on ThunderClan, shall we?

Spottedleaf still gets the "Fire will save our clan" prophecy, but doesn't understand it until much later.

Tigerclaw becomes deputy after he kills Redtail, but is more patient than he is in canon.

Ravenpaw doesn't leave ThunderClan because he never saw Tigerclaw kill Redtail, though he is still scared of Tigerclaw. He gets the name Ravenflight for his flighty personality. Raven x Barley is still a thing, don't worry!

Ravenpaw is the one who helps Yellowfang and is punished because he feeds her. Ravenpaw acts in the place of Firepaw for the most part.

Sandpaw stays roughly the same, her arc does not change much until later.

While Spottedleaf isn't killed by Clawface the kits are still kitnapped, and Yellowfang is still blamed. They thought she was a spy or something.

Graypaw and Ravenpaw go looking for her and find out the truth. Things go the way they did in canon. Brokenstar and his followers are chased out. After the battle, they're given their warrior names and do their vigil.

Graystripe and Ravenflight are the ones sent to find WindClan. This is how our favourite trio meet.

They actually spot Firepaw hunting and run up to him, not expecting him to turn and swipe at them. It takes Deadfoot calling out to Firepaw to make him back off.

They take a break when they meet Barley, who offers to let them stay the night in the barn. He and Ravenflight talk for hours.

When Graystripe gets Firepaw to relax, he asks about Firepaw's scars. Firepaw shakes his head and says he doesn't remember how he got them. He doesn't remember anything from before WindClan found him.

The party of cats leave, deciding to cut through RiverClan territory. They still fight with that RiverClan patrol but no one dies, luckily.

Ravenflight and Graystripe go home, both their minds stuck on different cats.

And we're gonna stop there, for now, I'll probably rb with more ideas later. My brain is already rotting with this AU so I'll def be coming back to it!

#windclan #warrior cats #warrior cats au #windclan fireheart au #medicine cat fireheart au #erin hunter warriors #brainrot #i have so many thoughts

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coolskeleton59 · 8 days

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Okay, now that introductions are out of the way, how about we take another break while we figure out what our next move is. I know some us are still tense, and it's probably gonna take a lot more time to recover from what Loudmouth did to us or made us do to each other. All I can ask is that we try to keep things moderately peaceful between each other until we can... [consider what "go home" means for us, Parchment or Serif] ...until we're out of here.

[* PARCHMENT nods.]

"I... THINK. I NEED... A NAP."

#prch #mailbox #interlude #||#utmv #undertale au

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thekoopalingsandstuffs · 3 months

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The Triple Date (Part 1/4)

》This was created many weeks ago, so some stuff may seem... Kinda off or out-dated as of character interactions (I know the dynamics have changed quite a bit recently!)《

Topper: "Really...? I thought you were gonna take a break from going out with Iggy until you got your "little issue" resolved?"

Rango: "Well, it's not just me and him. It's a double date! It'll be us, Iggy's brother, and his sweetie."

Topper: "Well, that's just swell. Now couldja hurry it up in here?? I've been waiting for an hour and a half now!! It's kiiind of an emergency!!"

Rango: "Ya ever heard of the great outdoors?"

Topper: "Ya ever heard of if you don't get your ass out of this room in the next three seconds, I'm gonna drown you in the bathtub??"

Rango: "............"

Rango: "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Beauty takes time, ya know!!"

Hariet: "So, I heard that you got a double-date with Iggy and Ludwig?"

Rango: "Mm-hm! I'm very excited!!!"

Spewart: "Wait, Iggy and Ludwig?... Do you think Roy would be interested in coming, too?"

Rango: "Probably!!"

Spewart: "I-"

Hariet: "Oh wowzers, what a great idea!!! Roy and I could go with you guys!! It's been quite a while since our last date! Thanks for suggesting that, Spewey!!"

Spewart: "............"

Rango: "Well, when Topper's done in there, I'll text the boys and see if they'd be okay with it."

Hariet: "Yay!!"

Spewart: "... I have to go check something real quick..." *Gets up and walks to his room*

Hariet: "I am so excited!!!"

Spewart: "Roy... Did you... Um... Ever actually break up with Hariet...?"

Roy: "What? No...? Like I said at the game, I thought she already knew we were together. And, I mean, you and I were cuddling and whatnot the whole time! I thought she... Y'know, figured it out!"

Spewart: "... About that..."

Roy: "I-I mean, I also assumed you would have told her at some point! Do you not tell your siblings these things??"

Spewart: "Roy, why would it be MY job to break up with YOUR girlfriend?"

Roy: ".................." :{

Spewart: "... Nevermind... I'm sorry... But... Now we have kind of a situation..."

Roy: "Oh no—What is that supposed to mean?"

Spewart: "Well, your brothers are going on a double-date, and Hariet wants to join them. With you."

Roy: "What?? Here, hang up, I'll call Hariet right now and tell her we're through!"

Spewart: "No, don't do that!!"

Roy: "Why not?"

Spewart: "If you tell her that NOW... There is a good chance you are going to end up with a bullet in your chest... Am I exaggerating? Yes. But not much."

Roy: "... I don't think it'd be THAT bad."

Spewart: "Don't YOU have a sister???"

Roy: !!! *Having Wendy PMS flashbacks*

Spewart: "And even if she weren't... She is REALLY excited to go... She only JUST found out about the date. Breaking up with her while she's at her peak happiness level would make her even more upset."

Roy: "Well, what do you want me to do??"

Spewart: "... Go on the double-date with her."

Roy: "WHAT???"

Spewart: "It's the only good option!! Just go on one final date with her, make her happy, and then break up with her later."

Roy: "Wouldn't that be cheating on you??"

Spewart: "Not if I'm telling you to do it!!!"

Roy: "Are you sure about this...? Is this what you really want??"

Spewart: "No, but... Hariet is my sister, I care about her, and I don't want her to be upset... Besides, you and I will have plenty of time to go on dates AFTER we get this one out of the way. I promise."

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madamebristow · 8 months

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Flight (Part 8)

Sorry for the wait but school. :/ You can find this on AO3 at:

Warnings:

Bowuigi (Please don't read this series if you don't like this ship. I haven't been getting hate about it, but can we keep it that way, please? Love you all!)

Mention of Blood and Death

Heavy Angst

Spoilers for Grey's Anatomy S8 Finale

Enjoy!

The helicopter had passed them. There was no way to get home and everybody started freaking out. "They don't know where we are," Blue Shell panicked. "They don't know where we are. It's because the transmitter's probably been damaged in the crash. If the transmitter's damaged … We could be here for days." "The… The Toads and Toadsworth…" Peach said. "Yeah.." Mario agreed. "Toadsworth has got to have figured out we're missing," Daisy tells the group. "I know he sent someone." Mario, Peach, and Daisy look at each other. Were they actually going to be out there for days?

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Later that evening, Mario is changing Bowser's bandages. Bowser isn't saying anything to him. "Bowser?" Mario called him. "Are you okay?" "I should've said it earlier," Bowser's voice was really weak at this point. "That I loved him. I should've said it earlier." Mario's eyes well up with tears at the mention of Luigi. "He.. He knew," Mario said, nodding. "I think he knew." "He didn't know," Bowser said, shaking his head. He starts breathing slowly.

"Bowser," Mario says his name, firm. "Bowser, hold on. Okay, I need you … I need you to hold on. You'll be okay." "You don't need me," Bowser insists. "You take care of our girls." The King looks over at Peach and Daisy, who are trying to warm up by the fire. A tear falls from Mario's eye as he looks over at the princesses with Bowser. Then, he shakes his head and looks down at Bowser.

"No. Shut up. Shut up. Do you hear me? Shut up." "Luigi's waiting for me," Bowser tells Mario. "I'll be okay." "No!" Mario bursts. "Bowser Sr., no! Hey! No. No. Jr's waiting for you, and the koopalings are waiting for you." Mario's voice starts shaking. "And I am waiting for you. We're gonna go home together, okay?" "Okay.." Bowser says, weakly. Mario grabs his jacket and looks over at Toad. "Hey, watch him for me, alright?" Toad nods with tears in his eyes. "Hey, little guy, I know," Mario squeezes Toad's uninjured shoulder. "We're going to get through this, okay? I need you to hang on a little while longer." Toad reluctantly nods. "That's my best friend," Mario smiles. Toad lets out a mix of a sob and a laugh. The two give each other a fist bump.

Mario goes over to the fire and curls up with his jacket and blanket next to Daisy and Peach. Peach is asleep. "Hey, how are Toad and Bowser?" Daisy asks Mario. "They're good." "Good," Daisy nods. "I'm hungry." "Think of something else," Mario sighs. "I'm hungry." Mario rolls his eyes and pulls a piece of gum out of his pocket. "Lu gave me this piece of gum when the plane took off." Daisy smiles. "He was good for giving out gum." Mario smiles back with tears in his eyes. "I'm gonna miss him." "Yeah," Daisy puts her head on Mario's shoulder. "Me too." Mario sighs and leans on Daisy.

Then, the fire goes out. "Oh, shoot, great," Daisy pokes in the fire to try to get it going again, but it doesn't help. Mario starts falling asleep. "We have one match left," Daisy tells Mario, who's asleep. "Hey," Daisy shakes Mario awake. "No sleeping." She wakes Peach up as well. "Yeah, you have to stay awake." Mario sighs. "Okay." "Peach, you too, friend. I want everyone conscious! Mar, light the match. Careful, it's our last one." As Mario lights the match, the wind immediately blows it out. "You know what, fuck it," Mario opens the piece of gum and breaks it in half. He shares it with Daisy.

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A few hours later, Daisy wakes up and looks around. Everyone's asleep. She sighs and closes her eyes again.

Until a bright light comes into view.

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Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! For all of the support on Tumblr and AO3! This was a great series to work on and I can't wait to start working on the sequel. (Yes, a sequel!) I hope you enjoyed! I'm sorry if you cried.

#luigi #the super mario bros movie #super mario bros #mario #mario and luigi #princess daisy #princess peach #toad #bowser #bowuigi #toadsworth #mario and luigi angst #greys anatomy

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dearestro · 16 days

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Working Hard or Hardly Working?

Pairings: Cruise (Ground Control) x female reader

Warnings: Innuendos, crude language, I don't know if this is exactly a lime? It's more of a lime zest, I think?

Disclaimer: I know nothing about planes and air traffic control.

Summary: It's your first day as an air traffic controller in Phoenix. Who knew work could be so fun?

"Usually, we don’t have two rookies start on the same day...however we're short a few people, so here we are." You followed Bryant as he gave his speech. "Cruise...y/n. Welcome to the control room." He opened the doors, and your eyes were met with hundreds of screens and flashing green dots as people gave rushed commands over com sets. You smiled to yourself. This was it.

Once settled in, you found yourself sitting next to the other new recruit. He had floppy brown hair and was objectively...gorgeous. Every once in a while, the two of you would exchange glances before averting your eyes to your screens and barking commands at the pilots.

"Flight 257 change direction by 30 degrees north immediately. Flight 616, you are approaching a thunder storm be advised. Flight 164, you should be coming up on the landing strip right about now." You huffed out in one breath and sighed in relief after hearing a chorus of agreements and seeing the blips on the screen do as told.

"Wow..." You turned to the man beside you and raised a brow as he stared. "How did you talk that fast?" You chuckled before answering.

"I was president of the debate team in high school. You have to be fast if you're any good." You shrugged before blushing and quickly adding. "That probably just made me sound like the biggest dork." A look of amusement came over his face.

"Maybe a little. But it's impressive." You smiled back at him before continuing your work.

Before you knew it, it was break time. However, you were far from the break room.

Your back slammed against the wall as you and Cruise heavily made out. It was by chance that your breaks overlapped and you were enjoying every minute of it. His tongue fought for dominance, but you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of winning. After having enough and realizing he wouldn't win that easily, he hungrily attacked your neck with kisses and nips, eliciting small hums of enjoyment from you.

"Should we be doing this?" You asked though it fell on deaf ears as he was busy with your collarbones and neck. "I mean, this is our first day. What if we get caught? We'll be fired before our careers even begin." He detached his mouth from your neck and pulled back to look at you.

"Right now, I only have one thing on my mind. And it sure as hell isn’t air traffic control." He said before leaning in to kiss you once again. You rolled your eyes at the man's comment and yelped slightly as he caught you off guard and slipped his tongue into your mouth. Your hands went up to his hair. An action that caused him to groan, allowing you to take back control. He finally gave up and let you do what you wanted to for a bit before again moving to your jaw and down your neck. He continued to litter your face and neckline with kisses well you simply leaned against the wall and enjoyed it. This went on for a bit until you felt his hand go up your blouse and fiddle with your bra. Suddenly, reality snapped back into place, and you pushed him away.

"Look, making out at work is one thing but having sex? Besides, I barely know you..." He nodded before pulling back.

"Right, sorry." He blushed as all confidence he had before seemed to leave his body. You couldn't figure out exactly why he was so embarrassed until your eyes trailed downward. You smirked.

"Well, somebody's excitable." His face turned beet red as he averted his eyes. His back hit the other wall, and he slid down until he sat manspreading on the floor. "I'm sorry." He looked back up at you in confusion. "Is there anything I can do to help?" It was a strange question, but you couldn't help but feel bad to have put the man in such an...uncomfortable situation. He cleared his throat.

"Well...besides the obvious....um distract me?"

"Ok..." You sat down across from him back against the wall as the handicapped bathroom was surprisingly small. "What should I do?"

"Talk."

"About?"

"You." You shook your head at his response and shrugged.

"I mean there's not much to say..."

"Favorite color?"

"Pink."

"Middle name?"

"Marie." He smiled slightly as the red in his face started to fade.

"Y/n Marie...that's pretty."

"Not really I hate it."

"Why?"

"Because Marie is so basic? I mean, half my graduating class had Marie for a middle name. Everyone and their mother has Marie as their middle name." He laughed lightly.

"You know it's funny you mention that because my middle name is actually Marie too."

"Oh really? Cruise Marie?" You said with a grin.

"Yep." You snorted at his confident answer before quickly covering your mouth as your eyes widened. He laughed at the gesture. "There now we're even." You raised a brow. "Now, both of us have had our bodies betray us and do something objectively embarrassing.” A smile crossed your lips as you finally let your hands fall to your sides. "Why do you want to be an air traffic controller?" He asked as you frowned slightly.

"Do you remember that case? A few years back? A plane crashed under the direction of Jack Harris, and all 174 people aboard died?" He nodded. "My dad was on that flight. He was on a business trip. I didn't hear about it until the next day, but..." You paused to take a breath. "I decided that I'd do my best to make sure that that didn't happen to anyone else." He looked at you with somber eyes as you laughed sadly. "Stupid, I know. I mean, it's totally unrealistic-"

"But admirable." He cut in. You looked up to meet his eyes and were given a soft smile which you returned. However, the moment was broken when your watch beeped.

"And my break's over." You hopped to your feet before looking down at him. "You look like you've calmed down." You smirked as he tried to cover his blush with a cough. "Although it's nice to know I have that effect on you." You said as you bent down and patted his cheek. "See you in the control room!" You winked before exiting the bathroom and leaving a blushing Cruise behind.

A/N: I'm working on the James Wilson stuff! This just came to me, and I immediately wrote it down, so I thought I might as well post it. Also, this is my first time writing in second/third person! How'd I do?

#cruise x reader #ground control #cruise #cruise x you #rsl #robert sean leonard

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icology · 2 years

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Game 4: where are we at?

GenDesign's new game is on the way, and it's a whole new beginning for the team as they finally solidified themselves as an independent studio and scored a deal with Epic Games, their new publisher, taking them to new heights with a multiplatform game. It's going to be 6 years since their last game released, and this seems to be the year where we'll finally see what their next project is. But what do all of these changes mean? And why does the process seem to be dragging on for so long? Well, fear not, because we're not as clueless as it seems! In the light of the new era we're about to enter, I put together a small comprehensive timeline, where we'll break what we know from the path and development of Game 4, until now, down into smaller milestones that are easier to understand.

So, if you're someone who's feeling a bit lost, or just a casual fan who hasn't been keeping up with the latest changes, buckle up, because we're going to figure this out!

(very long post, so hit the read more!)

We're currently in 2022 and, at the end of this year, it'll be 6 years since GenDesign published The Last Guardian, their most recent game.

The Last Guardian suffered with delays that were caused by a various amount of obstacles, including a game engine that took 3 years to put together alone; a change of platform from the PS3 to the PS4 that caused the entire game to be rebuilt to run on it and, later on, Ueda's departure from Sony until he returned with his own independent studio, finishing the game alongside Japan Studio, but not before it getting delayed one final time, by a few weeks.

After The Last Guardian released, the goal was for the next game to never take that long to release, but this time the pacing was not really in the team's hands, giving all that's been happening in the past 2 and a half years.

However, this development period hasn't been entirely clueless for us: it's been a while, but in these 6 years you can fit in a rocky release that certainly took its toll on the entire team, their transition to a fully indie studio, a remake that Ueda still had a hand in, and a pandemic that has yet to end and that forced the team to work from home for at least 2 years. Sounds like a lot to handle when you're probably trying to deliver your most ambitious project to date! It's understandably hard for all of us on this side too, to have almost no news and see the years go by.

So, let's break it down in milestones:

After the release of The Last Guardian, the team took a (much deserved) break before going back to work Once they returned, they began a prototype phase during which they gave life to the many ideas they had for Game 4, to see which one would be the best fit, which they would later pitch to a publisher. This prototyping phase was funded by game investment fund Kowloon Nights (read more about it here) After the prototype was complete, the search for a publisher begun. Many of the companies they were in touch with wanted to strike a deal, so they had to choose the one that best fit their goals, which ended up being Epic Games (find out more about it here). This process itself took more than one year, until they finally announced their partnership with Epic in March 2020, alongside two more industry powerhouses, Playdead and Remedy (watch the announcement video here)

... this was also when the pandemic hit... ... and caused the team to work from home for at least 2 years.

Nonetheless, GenDesign makes sure to let us know they're still actively working, even if only through our yearly update in the form of a New Year's postcard (see the ones from 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021 and 2022)

And it now brings us to the present! (phew. are you still with me?)

Now, everyone seems to have the same concern regarding Epic (including me when I first saw the news!) but, unless they go back on their word, the game is going to be multiplatform, probably just exclusive to the Epic Games Store on PC. Also, it wouldn't make sense for a team whose entire fanbase comes from a single platform to only launch their most ambitious game to an audience who has had no contact with their work. All in all, the situation is pretty positive, especially considering the deal the team scored! Here's a quick overview of the benefits:

The deal allows them to retain 100% of IP ownership, and they’re also the ones in control of everything regarding the development;

Epic covers all the costs during the process, from the team’s salaries to marketing expenses;

The profits are split evenly, which means GenDesign will always keep at least 50% from the total profit.

(read about the terms in detail here)

After all of this, it's important to reiterate a few things, which people out there are still a bit confused about:

Team Ico is no more.

Though Ueda is still the directive creator, and many of the team members joined him in this new venture, they no longer go by Team Ico. Many of us, whether by convenience or because that name is still near and dear to us, still refer to them as that, though it's important to remember we won't see them under that name anymore.

The 4th Game will not be published through Sony.

After their departure from Sony and becoming an independent studio, the team is now being supported by a new publisher. This means that we should no longer expect news from a Sony State of Play, as they are no longer exclusive to Playstation, so we should instead look forward to general events where the entire industry participates, like Summer Game Fest, GamesCom, The Game Awards, and so on. However, and as mentioned before, the game will be multiplatform, which means that it will for sure come out on the PS4/5, especially considering that SIE and Epic are continuously expanding their partnership.

The New Year's cards might not be teasers for the new game.

Although they feature interesting, unseen artwork, it's important to expect the possibility of our yearly postcards not even being related to the new game at all. As mentioned before, the team went through an extensive prototyping phase before commiting to a single idea, so we might even be looking at discarded concepts, for all we know. The same goes for the sketches featured on their official website, that seem so close to the universe we all know and love, and yet so different from it. Ueda is an artist, so it could be that those sketches were a few ideas he had and that he couldn't find an use for.

However, there isn't proof that they might not be actual teasers either... it's just a matter of keeping our expectations grounded and ready for anything!

So what comes next, and what should be expect from now on?

Following the new year's message with hopes to announce something this year, and the new additions to the team in April, it seems to me that things are looking up and that everyone is getting ready to reveal the game in the near future. Epic Games reminding everyone that they will be publishing their next game during Summer Game Fest is also most likely a little hint for everyone to keep a close eye on them.

I highly doubt this was the "announcement" they were talking about at the beginning of the year, as we already knew they were publishing under Epic for almost 2 years, so we'll probably have a reveal coming soon. There are still a few more game shows this summer, so there is a chance we might still get a reveal before the end of the year.

Next destination, GamesCom in August!

#this was in my drafts since summer games fest and I finally finished it so here you go!#feel free to comment and add your thoughts and all that if you want :)#gendesign #team ico #ico #shadow of the colossus #the last guardian #game 4 #long post

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talesfromsiteredacted · 1 year

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Dinner and A Floor Show

My first actual date with Alto Clef, nothing too fancy. Just lasagna, a movie, and... my big fluffy goofball suddenly forgetting how to cat.

Six in the evening, dinner is in the oven, and I'm pacing the floor in my kitchen. Midway between my stove and my refrigerator, and I realize what I forgot to pick up at the shops: a bottle of wine. Probably not a good idea anyway, I do stupid things drunk. Not terminally stupid, challenge 173 to a staring contest dumb stuff, just... really embarrassing once soberish.

My doorbell chimes, too late to think about that now. Clef is here. I wipe my hands on my lemon print apron, and go answer the door. He's on time, impressive. Plus... he seems to have two bouquets, one of white roses for me, and... catnip for my furry junkie. I greet him with a big hug.

While I place the roses in a vase, Clef makes himself at home on my sofa. Liam tries making friends in his usual manner, thumping his hopeful friend in the leg with his fabulous tail until they either tell him off or, more likely, give in and pet him. Clef reaches down, Liam plows his head into his open hand.

"Wow, you're clearly friendly, buddy. How about some ear rubs?" Before long, Liam is purring like a jet engine. Achievement Unlocked: Friend? Friend! I sit down next to them. Never figured Clef for a cat person, but Liam is super friendly.

"Hey, dinner is still in the oven. Yes, I made lasagna. But... I might have forgotten about wine, alas."

"Dr. Clef to the rescue, hope you're okay with chianti. It was the only one I could stand, honestly." He hands me a bottle and I laugh. I recognize the label, it's from Dr. Right's private stash. "Had to cover a shift for that, so I hope it's good." We spend a few minutes talking before the timer goes off. At least... that's how it started. Before long though... well... let's just say we seem to both be into each other. Pretty sure if the timer didn't buzz I'd have burned the lasagna.

I break away to get dinner, and Clef follows me. He's checking out my kitchen, just observing. I plate up dinner, pour two glasses of wine. We take our meal into the living room. I turn on the TV.

"What kind of movie are you in the mood for?" I'm flipping though the streaming services.

"It's been a rough week, I need to ridicule the everloving shit out of something horrible. Even worse than the cafeteria soups."

"Not to worry, Sugarbeard. I know just the director. Two words: Uwe Boll."

"Bring it. Let's start with the House of the Dead."

I put the movie on, and Clef just demolishes every decision the characters made, as well as two plates of lasagna. By the end of the movie, we're both a little tipsy. It's at this point Liam decided to be... silly. First, he got a pretty good dose of catnip. Then... he started with the kitty crack crazies. He zipped around the room, climbing the curtains. Then, lept on top of my bookshelf and knocked off a few plushies. He then stole one of the downed plushies, and began dragging around a Blooper by the tentacle. Blooper was then dropped into Clef's lap, followed by the inevitable crash after a half hour of being chaotic nuts. We're both laughing.

"Not gonna lie, Snowbunny. Liam is hilarious stoned." My crazy housemate is now passed out in the plushie pile, a Yoshi on his head askew. His chin is on Bowser's shell, and before long he's snoring.

We settle in to watch another absolute turkey. Not sure if it was the company or the fact that Uwe Boll can't direct for shit, but I don't remember much about what we wound up watching. I do remember the feel of his hands in my hair, his lips on me. I remember the feeling of absolute peace when we fell asleep on the couch together, him slipping under first. How blissful and serene he looked with his head on my chest, the light from the TV leaving highlights in his golden hair. The way he wrapped his arms around me. The man might have a reputation as the devil, but right now in this moment, he's divine. I press a soft kiss to the crown of his head, then I fall asleep.

#scp foundation #tales from site redacted #agent rabbit #dr clef #you had me at lasagna #date night

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katsushika-division · 1 year

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Rintaro's Thoughts on Kobe Division

Ren Nakashima

“Oh shit, it's Ren. I know he said he was in this stupid fucking tournament but I guess it didn't hit me till now. What? Confused about how Japan’s hottest musician knows Japan’s most infamous terrorist? Well, his little brother Ryōhei is best friends with Akari.” Rintaro’s face turned serious. “He has my respect for raising his siblings while being a famous musician. Raising younger siblings by yourself is not easy. I should know I was the one who raised Akari as a baby up until the accident. Besides, he’s got something dark inside of him and I kinda wanna see what he’s got buried inside him.”

Max Soukoku

“Akihisa was the first of us to be sent to prison and he was alone up until I came along. Then Touya came the following year. He’s been a surprisingly stable support for us. What I’m getting at is that for a hitman the old man isn't a bad father figure. And Max? He sorely needs one. Akihisa is used to dealing with two unhinged sons what’s one more? Besides Max is one of us now and if I learned anything in prison is that sometimes you need someone to be there for you. Me? Personally, I think of Max as a kid brother. He’s a little feral but I wouldn't change it. Heck, even Akari even thinks of him as an older brother. Max keeps an eye out for her at school not that she needs it. She takes too much after me for that.” A sharp grin appears on Rintaro’s face. “You should see his face when we're speeding on my motorcycle. I can only compare it to a dog sticking his head out a car window. I know I’m not supposed to break any laws during my “parole” but what’s wrong with taking a little joyride if it makes him happy? Even If I have to occasionally race against that Ueno leader.”

Kaiji Sano

“Touya adores this guy. Two psychotic peas in a pod are what they are. He’s over all the time to see Touya. They dress up, do each other’s hair and their makeup stuff like that.” Rintaro sighs. “Our first meeting could've gone better tho. Akari got into a fight with his younger brother Nagisa. Apparently, it took their teachers Mizutori and Wakaba to break them apart. So then they called me down to the principal’s office to discuss her punishment. Akari had failed to mention to her teachers that she changed the number on her file to mine. So I also had to deal with a bunch of teachers nearly pissing their pants when they recognized me. Anyway, neither Akari nor Nagisa wanted to mention what started the fight or who threw the first punch. I’m pretty sure they both wanted to start another fight in the principal’s office. Then the principal had the audacity to say “what else can you expect from the siblings of a mass murderer and a tranny.” Next thing you know Kaiji and I are on the principal’s ass verbally ripping him apart. Man is lucky we didn't end him right there. I had to set a small fire after that. I guess it wasn't all in vain Akari is well I wouldn't say friends more like frenemies with Nagisa now. I’m pretty sure she’s dragging him into some of her crimes. As for me and Kaiji? We occasionally talk over a smoke when he visits. He ain’t too bad if you ask me even if we don't have much in common. I wish he would stop asking me to cosplay with him. My answer won't change.”

Lovesick

“I know we're supposed to be enemies and all but a part of me thinks it would be a shame to go against them. That being said this is probably one of the few divisions in this hell of a tournament I would have fun going against. I gotta say where did the name Lovesick come from? I guess we can't say much about names Death Row Block is a little too on the nose.”

#hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #katsushika division #death row block #rintaro himura #kobe division #lovesick #ren nakashima #max soukoku #kaiji sano

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c-o-r-r-u-p-t · 5 months

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trigger warning. Sexual assault.

Dear Shane,

i know i shouldnt take what you did to me personally. You were a scared little boy. But you fucked me up. I am still dealing with issues you left me. Thoughts and ideas I have about myself that are rooted in how you treated me. You didn't do it on purpose but you wounded me. You were the first one to teach me that someone saying they love me doesn't mean they are willing to make me feel loved.

Dear Mark,

You definitely know what you did. If you didn't figure it out yourself, you knew because I explicitly told you. You forced me into sexual acts every day for a year and a half. I would be crying that I didn't want to. I would tell you I was still bleeding from the sex the day before. You said if i care about you, I would still do it for you. you manipulated me. You kept me prisoner. You hid me from my friends and family. you wanted me as your slave. Even made me call you master. i told you i felt like you were raping me and you said i was crazy. Even after you fucked my lifeless body all passed out on the xanax you fed me. got me hooked on. Took my virginity while my tears were still drying on my face about how i didnt want to lose my virginity. I was a pushover and you were a rapist. Yet you loved me some how. You wanted me to have the best life you could give me, as long as you were the one giving it to me. would plan dates around what i wanted. would do little things to make me happy every day. go out of your way to make me smile. I wish you didn't do that. I wish you were just evil. you tried to make me happy with the little things and maybe if you didnt force your dick into my mouth every day then refer to me as nothing but a hole for guys to fuck we would have worked out. But you solidified that loving someone doesn't mean that they're good for you and someone saying they love me doesn't mean theyre willing to make me feel loved.

Dear Louie,

you did nothing wrong im just pretty sure im never going to like men again sorry

Dear Patricia,

Im never going to not be in love with you. That being said, I don't even really know who you are, so really this is saying that I am delusional. But we had something special for those few months we could be together. Short and sweet. I'm sorry I made it so intense. You said you loved me and i went all in. but you were my first queer relationship (kinda - you said no to being my gf and now neither of us identify as being a girl anymore but whatever lmao) and I had finally realized what it was like to be attracted to someone mentally and physically and man did I love you right back. Maybe a little too much. They way I would have moved across the country to you the second you asked me to up until about a year ago. Fuck i still might. I still think of you from time to time. Not like how I used to, but i still do. Every once in a while I'll fantasize about you moving to nyc and us finally getting to be together. I think we would have been beautiful. but i'm also pretty sure we're not meant to be together in this lifetime. Maybe the next. I've never felt like anyone was my soul mate before you, and still haven't since. Probably was just the first queer experience getting to me but thats also why I'll never stop thinking of you. I knew ph and mikayla werent the ones because they had nothing on what you made me feel like. I hope i get to feel like that again one day. You were perfectly my type, everything i could dream of. Maybe we'll get to get to know eachother again in the future. Maybe not. I hope you have a great life.

Dear ph,

My feelings about you are complicated. I'm still angry at you a lot of the time. But I also am not skipping over the part where you did try to break up with me at one point in our almost 3 years because you didn't think you had enough time for me and become a model. I said I could be patient and that you were worth it. I chose to stay. But when we were talking about that you made it seem like you still wanted to be with me you just wanted to be fair to me. The end of our relationship wasn't even a relationship. Its not that you didn't have time for me, its that you didn't even want to see me at all. like literally didnt even try to see me for over a month and wouldn't have if i kept on trying. You probably wouldn't have even broken up with me you would have just never spoken to me again. You were my girlfriend and you would only respond to me once every few days. It made no fucking sense. Especially after the fact where there was a point where I broke up with you after you told me my love was exhausting and that i didn't try hard enough (lol) and you begged for me back. Literally begged. Would drive to my house and sit in your car down the street just to feel close to me. Told me we were soul mates. Begged to not even be my girlfriend but just my fuck buddy if thats all i wanted because you were so desperate to stay in my life. But then i took you back and you wouldnt even let me touch you without flinching. Even when it was just to hold your hand or play with your hair. You were revolted by me. I'm never going to forget the night i put my arm around you and tried to fall asleep. You thought i was asleep already and literally picked up my hand off your waist and dropped it on the bed in disgust and shood it away from you. The fact that I was holding you was just something you let happen to be nice. You fell out of love with me and couldn't tell me. You didn't even like me anymore yet you kept me around for so long, letting me try so fucking hard to get you to love me again when you were the one that begged for me back in the first place. I was doing fine without you then you begged for me back just to make me bitter and sad and angry and not give me anything i wanted or deserved and made me feel crazy and needy for wanting even the bare fucking minimum. You fucked up so much of the ideas i had around love. You taught me that love will fade. that people will lose interest in me. You taught me that no matter how hard i try it will never be enough. You taught me that me constantly putting in effort and getting nothing in return is what love is. You taught me that I have no fucking idea what love is really like. And i will never forgive you for telling me my love is a burden because i still hear those words in my head every goddamn day. I was a burden for trying to love you. And I will always be a burden.

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Fishermen's Village in Punta Gorda announces expansion - Gulfshore Business

So they plan on expanding fisherman's village and they already have plans drawn up and they already know what the design is going to be and what stores are going to be here and they already press us to see what we're up to if anything. Well he says we hope you're going to rebuild the pier because there's certainly not deep enough and it's not sturdy enough and what they say is probably and we saw the drawings and it looks like they want to modify it and put a footer underneath which is kind of cheesy because it's really crap the whole structure is crap and rotted and then sit there replacing pieces for years so we're going to sit there and do this huge project and they'll never get it done I was going to drag on and on it's another one of their long-term renovation projects it's kind of crap if that's what they're up to there's a few more things are annoying about them the sitting there watching him with security opening he breaks his new ice bag and with some fag. And they do it in the first place is annoying and having the two idiots do it I'm just not fine with us they didn't have them switch rolls and it's ridiculous these people are toddlers too I've got a lot of stupid s*** going on and that's about it. And they say they broke the spell of the next but you know you're trying to threaten for stuff it kind of end up messing each other up that's the way it goes.

Huge day today and we discovered his true they're going through the Midwest and they're fighting over the factories which is fine that's how we used to do it. And they'll see each other at it and they'll figure out they're fighting over it and that's what's wrong and it won't stop and they're going through and trying to grab people so we're going after them and it's really making a mess out of there fight it's going on now and they're flying in and out of The sopranos and of the Bronx tale and Tommy boy and a whole bunch of movies that are happening and today so far there's been two waves it went to the Hudson Bay. Fairly soon there'll be three and four and number three and four and then that will be it unless they import people and or pull them from the perimeter and it's a huge huge fight giant battle and it will be over shortly for people like Dan the a****** scaring prick and he's a retard okay and doesn't know what he's doing and it's awful so we have to control them to a degree if we can a lot of times you can't and they're horrible people that's why we know. So firing them while they're out there we mentioned it earlier and it is from the automobile companies that they profess to run and have the equipment on and I'm trying to take and we're telling them in the meetings do not instruct your people to try and access the plant in any way fashion or form to malign it or steal or take anything from it it's all our property and they leave in their mocking and swearing and like little kids and they say all sorts of stuff and they don't get it until the plants gone by that time they're all dead and really it's Max and the Mac tards and others. They make no money they get no stuff and as a result of fighting over the factories they lose like half of their armament and weaponry to us cuz we're not going to sit there and take it.

The movie started about an hour ago and it's a huge sign and signal and it is a signal that the Midwest is emptying as well and they're going to the South and take a few days no it's not going to take that long and we do need troops I'm assigning huge armies to it now additional anyone who wants to volunteer the service please do so now and we will sign you on and you will have a lot to do thank you

Thor Freya

God bless you all and I thank you for letting me speak it is a good opportunity for me to say this is my area too and my husband's and it's a personal thing but it's happening globally and we need a lot of troops and we need your help we really do our people are suffering

Hera Zues

We are beseeching you and requesting that you sign on as well we need you now our people

Olympus

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Life (from, like, the start of the semester to now) Update

Hi. It's, uh, been a while? I was rereading diary posts from my manic episode and it's really funny to see it gradually get worse until I got away with crimes and crashed. I figured I should probably update you guys on my life since then because stuff has happened but I didn't have a whole lot of time to write about it. I have time now, so I might as well.

My life has been a lot of school and work and extracurriculars and just super fucking busy. It was probably good for a while, but this depressive episode might make things more difficult.

I study international business management--how is that different than normal business management? There's nothing different about it, I just have to suffer through the French classes I signed up for. I'm finally getting into interesting classes: international management, marketing, communication, and economics. And then there's human resources management. Gross. Other than that one, I love my classes and they are so much fun. More about my economics class to come later.

I'm in a pre-law fraternity now. We do general meetings with current law students or admissions officers or lawyers in town every other week and the other weeks we do LSAT prep exercises as a group. It's taking a little longer than I had hoped to get to know everybody because the majority of the members that attend are quite introverted and therefore I feel uncomfortable talking out. But the president of the fraternity and I talked for a good while about work and I'm funny, so humor helps break the ice. I think we're going to do a picnic and/or dinner somewhere in town here pretty soon, so we'll see how much better my social life looks after that. More of pre-law frat to come later as well (these all connect, you'll see).

I'm also an intern for the student government! "I thought you weren't interested in stuff like student government in high school?" Yeah, well I never thought I'd be in three pre-professional fraternities and going to law school either, but hey here we are. I wanted legal experience I could put on a resume for school and the lawyer I spoke to said he did student government in college, so that's what I'm doing. I work under the Attorney General of our student government and it's been great. We're starting a project here pretty soon about getting the honors college a couple of senate seats since they have a dean now. I also ran a phenomenal table last night for our Halloween event: it was a donut-eating contest where I strung up six to nine donuts on strings and if they could eat it without touching it with their hands, dropping it, and in under a minute, they won a pumpkin and a carving kit. It was a hit and people loved it. I had so much fun leading it and talking to people. It was a great time. More on the internship later (trust me, people).

Work is fun but they don't pay me shit. I pay full tuition now because my parents make just barely too much money to qualify for scholarships, so I've been paying through a payment plan. Sadly, I don't make enough to save anything. I think I make about $1200 a month and have to pay over $1400 a month for tuition, so I'm still taking it out of my savings. It's one of the most anxiety-inducing things ever. It doesn't help that my parents are like, "Oh yeah don't forget that you're moving out next spring to a city where rent is at least $2100 a month" and I'm sitting here with $700 in my bank account. So I've been looking for a new job or a second job but I don't want to just work in a warehouse because it looks bad on my resume to go from a job in my field (though indirectly) to a "whatever" job. If I'm going to look for a new job, I want something with a stable schedule, better pay, and looks really good on my resume. I think I'm going to spend next Wednesday going around the law firms in town with a shit ton of resumes and handing them out like Halloween candy.

So, how do economics, pre-law fraternity, and my internship all come together? They all have one person in common: we'll call him The Senator. When I first saw this man, my exact thoughts were, "That is the most arrogant fucking face I have ever seen". Quickly followed by, "It's kind of pretty". The Senator is in my comparative economics class and I think he's friends with the professor's son or something. He's in my pre-law fraternity and wants to go into big law (which is basically just being a lawyer for the government). He's a senator for the legislative branch of the student government. He's also the senator working on my honors college project with the Attorney General. I literally cannot escape this man. I'm not actually complaining--it just seems extremely convenient that this ambitious, attractive man with similar goals and aspirations is constantly around me. Almost like the universe was like, "Sorry, honey, you don't get a choice, this is the one".

At first, The Senator was just, like, always in the background? Like he was there being fucking pretty and I just had to deal with it in my spot in the row behind him in class. And then a kid from one of my summer classes who I had become sort-of-friends with stole my spot. I mean I don't blame him. I was late to class and it's a really great spot. The problem was that the other spots in that row were taken. I was forced to move to The Senator's row. Suddenly I wasn't observing from the row behind--I was sitting four seats away from him.

Oh don't worry, it doesn't stop there. I was in a meeting with the Attorney General and his other intern when the honors college project was brought up and we were told that The Senator was going to be working on it with us. And guess who walks into the Starbucks? Yeah, you guessed correctly. So the Attorney General waves him over and we do official introductions and this man says, "You followed me on Instagram?" Which I did. Which means he also saw the slutty Ghostface costume I made for a party. Of course, I owned it and said yes. He then says he's going to the pre-law fraternity meeting for LSAT prep (which he doesn't usually come to because I've been to every single one, I'd know). And then he leaves.

And so I go to the pre-law fraternity meeting. No one is there yet but the president. We chat about work and school as people trickle in and then The Senator walks in and sits down next to me. He's making jokes all night and looks at me every time he does. Like turns 90 degrees in his chair to look at me. I say an answer and he says that he agrees with me and Jesus Christ the way he says my name. I will never recover. And then everyone leaves.

We have economics the next day. I'm sitting in The Senator's row again because I can't get my seat back at this point, so when The Senator goes to sit down, he looks down and like smiles/smirks at me and glances at me through the class. But we don't talk because four seats are too far away. We go through the same routine in the next class. For the Halloween event, he comes up and asks me what the hell is happening and I explain it to him and that's it because he has his own table to run.

It's much more difficult to have a crush when they know you exist. Like, I was okay when I was just some person who was just everywhere, but now I'm a real person to him. I don't know. It might be this depressive episode messing with my brain about this and you can read more about that in my last post about it.

And yeah, that's been my life. Have a good one, folks.

#tumblr diary #crush #school #university #international business #internship #student government #law #law school #work #money #looking for a new job #prose not poetry #friends #it’s prose this time

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The Importance of Cake Choice in Interpersonal Relationships

What’s the Tea? Tuesday

Now we can finally look at the most recent week. Whew. Also I need cheering up today so we're just gonna look at pictures of bunnies.

Week 11 (April 24 - 30)

I was still at Cuddlebug's, as per usual. Sunday was a really chill day. He woke up early for work, and, true to form, had to pry himself out of cuddling so he could leave. I comandeered his computer to do some blog stuff - after a solid hour of not being able to figure out how to make his keyboard work, the solution to which turned out to be unplugging it and plugging it back in.

When he got home we resumed cuddling to such a great degree that we fell asleep for a couple hours. Then we woke up, had sandwiches and popcorn and ice cream, watched a few episodes of Community, and then fucked off to do our own respective nerdery until it was time for bed. During some cuddles I was asking how he felt about carrots (I was trying to figure out what to cook for dinner the next day) and he said something like they're okay, he's not a big fan of raw carrots but cooked carrots are fine, and I was aghast because I absolutely love carrots.

Cuddlebug: You need to try my mom's carrot cake.

Me: *gasp* (softly) That's my favorite cake.

Cuddlebug: *grabs my hand* Marry me.

And then a bit later he asked if I'd want to go with him the next time he goes to his hometown, and his mom said she'd be happy to make me carrot cake.

Sometimes this relationship is so cute it makes me sick.

Monday morning I woke up early to the power being out, something from the storms the night before. Cuddlebug left early to take his car to the mechanic (again, I'm a jinx. Is there some kind of vehicular equivalent of Street Light Interference?).

While he was gone I nearly died of noise. The alarm system in the house was apparently upset at the lack of electricity and decided to voice this displeasure with a loud, shrill, rapid beeping for...a couple hours. It was too much for my poor little brain to handle, and I gave up on life, put in my earplugs, and went back to sleep.

When Cuddlebug returned, there were some magic rituals performed to make the power come back on, then we hit up Kroger for dinner ingredients so I could make pot roast while he was at work. Had a disagreement about the merits of frozen bread. Ate much pot roast.

Tuesday I had a splitting headache for most of the day, which is unfortunate when you're 6 feet away from The Loudest Boy who wants to play online games with his friends. I ended up in the living room with earplugs in, trying to nap. Then there was probably lunch and Community and head rubs.

Apropos of nothing I can figure, he said "Hey, wanna be my girlfriend?" and I said "I guess" because

There was definitely a part of my brain that thought he was joking, because

My first thought was "wait, am I not already?"

I'd already been referring to him as my boyfriend (unbeknownst to him) for the better part of a week

But then he tickled me and I said yes more convincingly, so now I have a very cute boyfriend. I talked more about my feelings about this in a previous post.

Later in the evening when my headache was mostly gone, we were ready to watch a movie.

Cuddlebug: Do you want to watch Nobody, with the guy from Breaking Bad, Mr. Saul?

Me: Never heard of it. What's it about?

Cuddlebug: Have you seen John Wick?

Me: No.

Cuddlebug: Do you know what it's about?

Me: Not really.

Cuddlebug: Well then I know what we're watching...

So we watched John Wick and ate ice cream. Once the dog showed up I was like "I know what happens to this dog, and fuck you for not warning me." It was a good movie - though I always have trouble following action and there was definitely a lot of that - and I'm interested to see the sequels.

Wednesday we were going to go get lunch, and then lunch turned into dinner because of poor time management. So that night we carpooled with 2 friends and drove an hour to go to my favorite sushi place, where Meeko Neko joined us all for dinner.

Side Note: Fucking hell, I cannot properly explain how good it feels to be part of a group of people again. To be a person again. To just laugh and have fun and not worry that I'm going to do the wrong thing or say the wrong thing and start a fight, or get reprimanded later. I hate how much I didn't realize that's what my life had become, and how much time I spent compulsively filtering myself and bracing myself.

We had a super fun time talking about nerd shit and eating sushi, then we went next door to my favorite ice cream place (where they did not have my favorite flavor [French toast] and I was very sad) and hung out until they closed, and then we hung out outside for another two hours. More successful friend interaction!

The thing is.

When The Octopus and I were first dating, she had introduced me to Meeko Neko (they'd known each other forever) a couple times and was asking me what I thought of him. I said he was great and we should hang out with him more. She said she was glad, and that she had a tendency to use Meeko Neko as a kind of "social barometer", in that if someone couldn't get along with him then they probably weren't a person she wanted to be friends with.

Why don't I listen when people tell me things?

Somehow I managed to ignore this concept when Dr. Strangelove couldn't manage to get along with him, when it should have been a red flag. Meeko Neko tried very hard, presumably for my sake, and all he got out of it was stolen comic books and having shit talked about him every single time I mentioned him for 8 years straight. Dr. Strangelove couldn't look past his own insecurities enough to see that this is A) a cool person, 2) who cares about me a lot.

In any case, they interacted well. Meeko Neko's assessment of Cuddlebug was "He seemed pretty good, doesn't have insecurity issues and doesn't have an inflated ego", which amounts to high praise.

Thursday I feel like we did a lot of nothing? Cuddlebug went to work, I did some tarot readings, put out a blog post, etc.

Before dinner we played one of my favorite board games, Elder Sign, which I brought with me and had been dying to play. It has a million pieces and almost as many rules, but I always have fun regardless, and he said he really enjoyed it.

We finally finished watching Community! Six seasons and no movie. Next I think we decided to watch Squid Game. And then because my friends have been talking about how much they like it, I've consented to watching Rick & Morty. We'll see how well that goes.

Friday we woke up early and then he took me home - having been at his house for a solid week - where we hung out for a little while watching YouTube and snacking before he ran off to work.

I tried to hang out with Meeko Neko but he was doing chores.

Aquaman is again full of sads and not requiring company at this time - this is what a deep and abiding love of Sad Boys gets you.

Saturday I did very little, applied for some jobs and worked on a murder mystery because your girl is looking to host another murder mystery party! Super excited about that.

I'm in a weird and sad mood today, which I'll probably take the opportunity to talk about on Thursday or Friday.

Tomorrow I've got a few weird messages and things I can share with you, which is always exciting.

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teenage dirtbag [two] // wanda maximoff

summary: your crush begins to get more intense for Wanda, ensuing awkwardness between you both

warning/s: none

author's note: so glad you’re all liking this, here’s part two! 🥰

I knew it was a dream as soon as it began. Dreams never tricked me as I always detected something didn't feel right and figured out it wasn't real. But that was my only 'talent' with dreams, as everything else was left down to my subconscious. I couldn't control them, break away from the script or deviate from the scene in any way. I just knew when it wasn't real.

Admittedly, it took a little longer for me to recognise this one was a dream compared to others I'd had. It just seemed so normal as I headed into Chemistry class, seeing other students filing in and joining their partners. Mr. Hale was at the front of the class, occupied by his laptop and the projector, and it felt like any other day at school. The lights were off and the blinds were closed slightly, leaving the room in darkness except for the light from the board.

"Are we watching a film or something?" I asked Wanda as I set my bag on the desk beside her, earning her attention.

She looked up from her notepad and smiled widely, blue eyes sparkling in the darkness. "You're here, you took forever!"

"You saw me two lessons ago," I teased, taking a seat beside her.

She moved closer to me, hands immediately moving to my left one, playing with my fingers mindlessly. It felt right at the time, but I knew deep down that this wasn't real. In what world would this happen?

"Still," she mumbled adorably, before meeting my eyes. "We're watching some video about the periodic table."

I hummed, glancing at Mr. Hale as he struggled to pull up the video.

"Thank God because I couldn't be bothered doing work," Wanda added with a sigh, before moving closer to me, leaning on the palm of her hand as the other held mine still. "D'you think you can cover for me whilst I sneak in a nap?"

I stifled a laugh, moving closer and admiring the way her eyes changed colour in the light from the board. "I'm sure you're supposed to be paying attention."

She scrunched her nose, an uninterested smile on her lips, and it made my heart flutter.

"Fine, I'll cover for you," I gave in easily, before pressing a kiss to her nose.

She giggled quietly and when I pulled back, she leaned in and kissed my lips. Her free hand moved to the back of my neck as I rested mine on her lap, closing my eyes and falling into her without question. Okay, so yeah, definitely a dream, but I wasn't complaining.

"If Miss Maximoff and Miss Y/L/N can kindly stop making out, then we can begin the lesson," Mr. Hale announced, breaking Wanda and I's kiss.

Some of the class snickered as we separated from each other's hold, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He gave us a fed up look.

"Thank you," he said, before erupting into a speech about today's lesson.

When he started the video, I leaned forward on the desk to get comfortable and felt Wanda do the same, leaning her head on my arm and continuing to play with my hand. I smiled to myself, kissing the top of her head gently before getting comfortable. It all seemed too good to be true, but God was it a nice thought.

When I woke up the next morning with butterflies in my stomach, I groaned loudly. I knew I'd screwed myself over. I was in too deep. Dreaming about Wanda was not good, not good at all...

And it definitely didn't help when I showed up to class that same day, approaching my table and an already-seated Wanda. Just a dream, I told myself as I took a seat. Not real. And not a big deal.

"Good morning," she greeted when I sat down and pulled my books out. Her usual picture perfect smile was on her lips as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "How are you?"

Trying my best not to think about my dream, I gave her a small smile. "G-good, yeah."

Fuck me, why did I stutter?

"You sure? You seem distracted," she noticed, making me swallow hard and look away from her piercing gaze.

"Yeah," I managed to say without stuttering once again. "Just tired. What about you?"

"Same," she said with a breathy chuckle, her leg brushing mine under the table and making me freeze. She didn't seem to notice as she continued, "I stayed up late binge-watching Netflix. Probably the wrong choice, but here we are."

I bit my lip to contain a laugh, relaxing a little. It was just a dream. She wasn't that bad. I was fine!

Class started and Mr. Hale was explaining something about doing a practical experiment today, but if I'm being honest, I was barely listening. Stuck in a daydream, I was wiggling my pen in my right hand and staring at the display behind Mr. Hale's head mindlessly.

Suddenly, a warm hand rested on mine, pressing it to the table and stopping me from shaking my pen. I shit you not, my heart stopped when I saw Wanda smirking playfully at me.

"D'you mind?" she asked, clearly finding my wiggling pen distracting.

All I could think about was how soft and warm her hand was, and then I became aware of her bare leg still brushing against mine – she just had to wear a dress today, didn't she? – and then the fact that she was still staring at me with amusement dancing in her eyes. My dream from last night returned to mind as she was still yet to remove her hand and I was lucky I managed to find my words as I choked out a response.

"S-sorry," I said, frozen in place, yet again, by Wanda's presence.

She snickered, shaking her head at my dismay, before finally letting go of my hand. I licked my lips nervously and let go of my pen, but not quite finding the energy to move my hand. I could still feel the warmth of her hand lingering on mine and, oh God, this was getting worse by the second. Why did I have to have that stupid dream?!

Clearly distracted by my own stupidity, I failed to realise that Mr. Hale had let us begin with our experiment, whatever that may be as I wasn't listening. Wanda was nudging me slightly, bringing me back into reality, and said something about getting lab coats and goggles whilst I got the bunsen burner.

I watched her leave and massaged my head, telling myself to get my act together. I was not the stupid cliché of a girl who acted nervous around her crush. I was better than that, goddamn it.

After getting the bunsen burner, I hooked it up to the gas tap as Wanda returned with our lab coats and safety goggles. We both put them on before Wanda gave me a knowing look, humoured smile tugging at her lips. I was beginning to hate (love) that look.

"You totally weren't paying attention during that, were you?" she asked, but she definitely already knew the answer.

"'Course I was," I played it cool, before wandering over to the handout on our desk. "We're doing an experiment."

She chuckled as I distracted myself with reading the instructions.

"So it says the first instruction is to boil some water in a beaker," I said with a nod. "Seems easy enough. Just gotta get a beaker."

My mouth went dry when Wanda hunched down on the desk, reading the paper between us. I hoped she couldn't hear how fast my heart was beating in my chest.

"You think you can manage that one?" she teased, glancing up at me with that same playful smirk on her lips.

Her eyes twinkled with mischief, similar to the one her twin possessed on a regular basis, and I'd never felt more stuck in place in my life than I did now. Without thinking, my gaze lowered to her lips and I realised then and there how badly I wanted to feel her lips against mine for real. She was so close I could move forward a mere few inches and feel it, but I didn't.

"Y-yeah, I'll get it now," I stumbled out, before literally stumbling over the stool as I made a move to leave.

I tried to ignore the way her gaze followed me and instead focused on getting to the beakers without passing out. To my relief, Y/BF/N was also collecting a beaker for him and his partner, too. When I stopped by his side, he looked up to see who it was, then smiled.

"You alright?" he asked, sensing my panic.

I shook my head frantically. "Definitely not. This is really bad, Y/BF/N."

Y/BF/N furrowed his brows, making me give him the look, to which he eventually followed what I meant.

"What happened?" he asked, trying (and failing) to hide his amusement.

I made sure nobody was nearby or could hear us before admitting, "I had a dream."

He raised his eyebrows suggestively, making me slap him on the arm quickly.

"Not that kind of dream, you perv," I clarified, before sighing. "But a dream. About you-know-who. And it threw me off and now I can't seem to act like a human."

He snorted as he tried not to laugh. I glared at him, shoving him again, making him laugh out loud.

"I'm sorry," he defended. "It's just– you've got it bad."

"Very helpful." I narrowed my eyes.

"Look, it's new which is why you're all awkward," he said knowingly, collecting his beaker. "It'll eventually pass when you get used to it. Until then, try not to do anything stupid."

"Too late," I mumbled under my breath.

He patted me reassuringly before leaving. I grabbed a beaker and turned around, deciding to take it easy. I'd get over it. I always did. I wasn't stupid. Yeah, I wasn't stupid. I had this!

But that thinking immediately went out the window when I approached our workspace and saw Wanda leaning on the desk, looking over the handout with thought. Her hair was pulled back for safety reasons, exposing her tensed jaw and pursed lips. She was wearing her lab coat over her black, knee-length dress and I'm not gonna lie, she looked extremely sexy today because she was wearing matching black knee-high boots. I gulped.

God help me.

—

You'd be relieved to know that my crush on Wanda died down after a while. Not in the way that I no longer had a crush on her – God knew I was overflowing with feelings for her – but in the way that I was getting a lot better at hiding it.

Which was perfect for when I saw her with her dick of a boyfriend. You'd be surprised how many times he kept popping up. And when he did, I always seemed to want to strangle him.

This time, I was working my new part-time job at a pizza place in town. Y/BF/N was keeping me company on my shift by taking extra long to finish his pizza so we could talk at the counter. I was drying some glasses as we spoke when the door to the parlour opened and the bell jingled, signalling new customers.

"I believe that's your cue," Y/BF/N teased, making me roll my eyes playfully.

My gaze wandered to the door where I saw a small group of teens walking in and finding a seat. It took me a second to realise that it was actually Wanda and her friends, including her boyfriend, who were looking for a table. My eyes widened with surprise as she looked around. Her eyes found mine and an excited smile appeared on her face as she waved to me.

"This just keeps getting better," Y/BF/N said when he saw Wanda heading our way, thankfully without her friends.

I pinched him before straightening up and plastering my best customer service smile on my lips. Wanda stopped before me, smiling between Y/BF/N and I.

"Hey, guys," she greeted brightly, to which Y/BF/N smiled in return, before looking my way and making my stomach flip at how pretty she looked today. "Y/N, I didn't know you worked here!"

"Yeah, it's kinda new," I answered coolly. "Gotta get that extra money, right?"

She nodded before grabbing the tip of my cap on my head and wiggling it, letting out a laugh. "You look adorable in your uniform, I must say."

I forgot how to breathe as she let go of my cap, her eyes still glittering with joy. Y/BF/N tried to hide his laughter as he sipped his drink, meanwhile I felt my neck heating up with embarrassment.

"Th-thanks," I got out nervously. I know what you're thinking – I said I got better at hiding my crush. And I have! I just– why did she have to put me on the spot like this?!

"I should get back," she said after a moment, pointing over her shoulder towards her friends. "But it was nice seeing you. Are you serving us?"

I nodded, regaining composure. "I'll be over in a minute. Give you chance to pick something."

"Awesome," she said sweetly, flashing me a final smile before heading back to her friends.

I released a shaky breath when she left, taking my cap off and massaging my head momentarily.

"I feel like she flirts with you just to see what happens," Y/BF/N said with amusement.

"It's just her personality," I mumbled, before putting my cap back on and taking a deep breath. "Time to work."

I continued to do my job as usual, thankfully not being affected by Wanda's presence, and took their orders. It was pretty uneventful as I served them their food and continued to hang with Y/BF/N by the counter. Every time I'd look over at her out of bad habit, I'd feel uneasy at the sight of Nate having his hands all over her. I mean, obviously he could – he was her boyfriend – but admittedly, I was a little jealous. I tried to ignore the feeling by busying myself with other things.

Wanda's friends were being a little noisier and rowdier than I'd liked, but it wasn't particularly busy so I saw no need to shut them up. Yeah, in hindsight, maybe I should have.

Clearing a table after some customers left, I balanced a tray of glasses in my hand and headed back to the counter. But on the way, a football came out of nowhere and got launched at my chest, making me drop the tray onto the floor with a loud crash. The rowdiness from Wanda's table ceased momentarily, as did the chatter from other customers, and I looked up to see Nate and his friends watching me, trying to suppress laughter.

"I am so sorry," Nate called with anything but guilt.

"Shit, Y/N, you okay?" Y/BF/N said, racing to my side in an instant.

I nodded, clenching my jaw, and bent down to clean up the mess. My boss must have heard the commotion as she came out from the kitchen and saw what happened, putting two and two together.

"Right, all of you out," she ordered without questioning anything, looking to Nate and the rest of the table. "We don't tolerate that tomfoolery here."

They groaned their complaints, but I didn't bother looking up to see, instead focusing on cleaning up the mess. Luckily for me, the tray took most of the hit rather than my chest, so unlike last time, I wasn't hurt.

"You're lucky I'm not charging you for the broken glasses, honey," my boss continued to scold Nate as he walked past, grabbing his football.

I saw feet shuffling past me, presuming it was their table leaving, and focused on picking up the large shards of glass and putting them on the tray. Y/BF/N helped out, even though he didn't need to, and I smiled at him as he knelt opposite me doing the same.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," Wanda's voice grabbed my attention, making me look up. She had a guilty frown on her lips as she looked between the mess and I.

I stood up, shaking my head. "It's fine. It's–" But I stopped speaking, instead letting out an exhausted sigh. "No offence, but your boyfriend is a dick."

She pressed her lips together, not saying anything. I felt bad for saying it, but this was the second time he'd hit me with his stupid ball. It was true.

"I should clean this up," I mumbled, avoiding her eyes. "See you at school."

She opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it. I knelt down and continued to clean up, hoping she'd walk away already. This was awkward enough as it was.

"See you guys at school," she finally spoke, making me pause. "Sorry, again."

Y/BF/N bid her a goodbye before she left for good. I let out another sigh, deciding not to say anything as I continued cleaning up. It would never make sense to me why someone as lovely as Wanda would be with someone as obnoxious as Nate. I guess I'd never know.

—

Since that lovely incident at the pizza parlour, things had been a little distant between Wanda and I. Mostly on my part if I'm being honest. I couldn't help it – the whole situation had been uncomfortable and embarrassing, making it impossible to return to how we usually were.

This meant that Wanda was the one to come to me and check in, which I definitely wasn't expecting.

I was at home one afternoon, hanging with my older sister who was staying with us for a week. She'd moved out a year ago, getting her own place a few towns over, so I missed her presence a lot. I took advantage of her weekly visit by having a catch up as we played basketball in the front drive.

Disclaimer: none of us were good at basketball, but the hoop came with the house and it was simply tradition for us to attempt to shoot baskets as we had a catch up. Only, this time, as we were talking, a loud car engine pulled us from our chat and we both spun around to see an unfamiliar car parking up.

"That must be mum's customer," Y/S/N realised, holding the basketball underneath her arm. She glanced at me with a quirked brow. "You think we're gonna get roped into helping?"

"Most definitely," I answered with a chuckle, and just on cue, our mum opened the garage door behind us.

She was a florist and had a large pick-up delivery for a customer today. Apparently they were a good friend, so she had the flowers delivered to our house and they were waiting in our garage until now.

"Can you girls give me a hand?" she asked my sister and I, motioning for us to go to her. "I'm gonna say hi. Just start bringing the crates out, yeah?"

We both saluted playfully before watching her go to the customer's car. My jaw dropped when I saw who it was – Wanda's mum. And to top things off, Wanda and Pietro were both with her, the three of them getting out of their car and greeting my mum with smiles on their faces.

"You cool?" my sister asked, nudging me slightly.

I closed my mouth, straightening up. "Yeah, yeah, duh."

She gave me a funny look but grabbed a crate and began to leave it in the drive for the moment. I swallowed the lump in my throat and did the same, knowing both Wanda and Pietro were approaching us after my mum pointed them our way.

"Y/N, hey," Wanda said, stopping before my sister and I. She gave my sister a friendly smile before looking to me with nervous eyes. "It's good to see you."

I tried to say something – anything – but my words got stuck in my throat and all that came out was a weird noise. Partially because of the awkwardness between us at my fault and partially because of how pretty she looked in her sundress.

"Hi, I'm Y/S/N," my sister cut in, noticing my quietness. She gave me a sideways glance before looking to the twins. "It's Wanda and Pietro, right?"

"Yeah," Wanda said with a smile, eyes lingering on mine before looking to my sister. "We're just helping our mum out to load the car."

"I'm the muscle," Pietro joked, lifting his bicep, making Wanda roll her eyes jokingly.

"Okay, muscle, you can come help me get these out the garage," my sister played along before looking to Wanda and I. "You guys okay to load the car?"

Wanda nodded. "Sure thing."

Y/S/N grabbed Pietro, who shot me a friendly smile, before leaving Wanda and I alone.

"Your sister seems nice," Wanda tried to make conversation as we both grabbed a crate and took it to the back of her mum's car.

"Yeah," I agreed uncomfortably. "She's just visiting."

Wanda hummed in acknowledgment, neither of us knowing what else to say. We walked past our chatting mothers before setting the crates in the back of her mum's car.

"Are we okay?" Wanda asked suddenly, as soon as our hands were free. I looked to her and saw she was debating something internally before looking to me. "I mean, I know we're okay, but I just– I feel like you've been off since, well... since Nate threw that ball at you."

My neck heated up with embarrassment as I cleared my throat; my eyes fell to the flowers in the crates.

"I really am sorry," she apologised again, resting a hand on my forearm, sending shivers up my spine. "He can be such a jerk sometimes. Does stuff without thinking."

"You don't need to apologise," I said, finally lifting my eyes to meet her anxious green ones. And I meant it – Nate's idiocy wasn't her fault and it was harsh of me to make her seem like it was. I sighed, knowing my distant behaviour would end here. "We're good, Wanda."

She still seemed uncertain. "You sure?"

I gave her my best smile, hoping she knew I meant it. "I'm sure."

Her tense shoulders relaxed and a relieved smile spread across her face. "Okay, good. I'm glad."

She held my gaze and I just knew my heart was beating too fast to be useful as she did. She was just so beautiful.

"You know, the whole point of splitting into teams was to be done quicker," Pietro's voice interrupted our staring contest.

He stepped between us, glancing between us with amusement, before setting a crate in the back of the car.

"Right, yeah, we were just on our way back," I said, smiling sheepishly.

Pietro smirked. "No harm no foul, princess."

I was taken aback slightly as he called me that, and even more taken aback when he plucked a flower from the crate and offered it my way.

"For you," he said, half joking and half serious.

Unsure what to say, I accepted the flower. "Er, thanks... I think."

Wanda crossed her arms behind him, eyes narrowed in his direction. I wondered what she was thinking, but never got the chance to ask as their mum's voice called out to us.

"Pietro, I paid to use the bouquets," she said with mild distress, "not so you could ruin them."

His cheeks flushed as he called back, "Sorry!"

I tried not to laugh as the three of us headed back to get the rest of the crates, being sure to set the flower to the side. We ended up filling her car with the bouquets before facing our parents as we bid them a goodbye.

"They're lovely, Y/M/N," Wanda's mum was complimenting the flowers. "Thank you again."

My mum patted her back. "Anytime, dear." She looked between the twins and my sister and I. "Thank you all for helping out."

Y/S/N and I smiled her way as Wanda's mum nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, thank you!" she added, looking to Y/S/N and I. "It's so great to see you all together. Especially you two, Wanda and Y/N. It's nice to know you're good friends after so long of barely speaking."

Wanda's face was beginning to turn pink as I'm sure mine was doing the same.

"Yes, I agree," my mum said with a smile. "Anyway, we won't keep you any longer. Good luck with the banquet!"

Wanda and Pietro waved goodbye to Y/S/N and I before joining their mum in the car. I followed her figure subconsciously, butterflies floating in my stomach until their car was gone.

"Damn, I really missed a lot," Y/S/N said when they were gone, wrapping an arm over my shoulder and tugging me closer. "You're crushing hard."

Instantly, I looked to her. "What? What are you talking about?"

She rolled her eyes, letting go of me. "So we're playing that game. Okay. I'll bite."

As she began to walk away, I chased after her. "What game? Y/S/N? What are you talking about?"

She merely laughed and allowed me to chase her, wondering how the hell she knew of my crush on Wanda. Was I that obvious?

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