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My application got accepted for this highly selective two year academic program and I don't think it has still registered because what the fuck-
#I've been wanting this since I was like in elementary school???? what the fuck#I'm submitting the final documents on Saturday but it still hasn't fully sunk in yet#I am so immensely grateful though...#actually wait the PROGRAM isn't selective the place I'm doing it from is. yeah felt i should clear that up#anyway if I'm not that active here starting from next year it's because of this because I'm about to be BUSY#evie's random shit
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Earthborn (Hazbin Hotel Reader Insert)
Oh geez this made me realize I have religious trama while writing this.
Spoilers if you haven't actually watched hazbin hotel.
Also apparently the characters are taalll. Minus Niffty
Just test on how I'll write hazbin hotel so to be continued or not
"Go fuck yourself pompous prick!" (Y/n) yelled at Adam, their anger getting to them.
"Don't speak to me like that! You came from me!" He responded. "You are alive because I fucked-."
"Up, yeah I know. Being God's chosen people, Adam and Eve. Cast out after eating the apple, had two sons and one killed the other. Blah blah, I was raised in church." They told him. "And in a club in elementary school about the Bible so I know a bunch."
Charlie and Vaggie looked at each other in confusion, (Y/n) never talked about these parts of their past.
"Then why are you arguing with me?!"
"Because if you get to be here after getting banished from the garden by God himself then I see no reason why Sinners that want change themselves to get shouldn't." (Y/n) said staring at Adam with their arms crossed.
The Angels watching started to whisper to themselves.
"(Y/n), you know why you are here." Said Sara. "Please do not get involved with the next issue until we get to that."
(Y/n) looked way up to where Sara and Emily were seated. "Very well, apologizes I just wanted to get that out of the way." They bowed while speaking before standing straight. "...This is probably has to do in how I've been in hell?"
"Yes, (Y/n) (Middle Name) (L/n), you are still earthborn, not yet a sinner or a winner, have been in hell for just less than a year. How did you get there?"
Shocked faces across the room from everyone minus (Y/n), who looked uncomfortable with being called their full name.
"(Y/n) is that true?" Asked Charlie, surprised at the information. She knew (Y/n) didn't look like a sinner, kept a more humanoid look than most and was shorter than most of the people at the hotel.
"Yeah, I'm still human or well Earthborn as it was called. I didn't tell any of you since I didn't want you to worry." (Y/n) told Charlie look at her and Vaggie. "How did you even know?" They asked the Seraphim in charge. "I have an... okay disguise." Looking at themselves, with pointy ears,sharper teeth, and their eyes were not a normal color. They atleast didn't look human enough to question.
"We can tell by your soul. It still shows your the weight of your sins or what not. Not like I forget what one of my millions of too many great-grandchildren look like." Said Adam and with a grin and a snap of his fingers, (Y/n) felt the necklace they wore break in peices as the magic it held broke with it.
"I would rather be dead than be related to you, prick." (Y/n) said with deadpan look.
"It took awhile to realize you weren't just a weird sinner soul so we told Sara when we noticed all of you earlier." Said Lute, finally butting in before Adam could argue again.
"(Y/n) how did you get into hell?" Sara asked again, tried of this again.
"Not sure? Its kinda just a blank space between being on earth and then in hell." They answered with a shrug. "I found someone to help me somewhat look the part and then Vaggie found me while I was wondering around."
The earthborn was complete being too nonchalant with being in hell.
"Why didn't you tell anyone about not being from hell?" Asked Emily, earning a look from Sara.
"Well I mean at first for safety and then to keep anyone from worried about me? I'm kinda more... fragile compared to anyone else since demons and sinner have... an easier time getting up from a normal serious injury than I would." (Y/n) having to think of what they said before they actually saying it.
"I threw you off a building into a fight, how did you survive that?" Questioned Vaggie.
"Well Angel Dust caught me slash soften the fall and I mostly hide until Husk picked me up to leave."
"Why have you been helping Priness Charlie Morningstar with her project even when you are earthborn?" Asked Sara.
"Because it's a good cause? If I was a sinner I would want the hotel to be there to even give me a small chance to get into heaven even if you all don't believe in it. It's a humane way of handling the population down there. If redemption can happen to people while they are alive, why wouldn't it happen while they are dead and in hell? As along as they put in the effort to be good person, they should be a good person."
"If you know the words of the Bible why didn't you spread it down there?"
"Because being pushy to the wrong person could end me? And they really don't really think highly of you all. Plus for me if you heard how people like me would end up there for something out of their control, I would have trama with it."
"Why are you talking about it now if you have an issue with the Bible and God?" Questioned Adam.
"Oh, mostly because I'm pissed off. I don't have an issue with God, at all. It's people with opinions that wrote the book that got translated to many time with out checking by people who also had opinions. The Bible is.. fine. Heck, I didn't even knew there was a Lilith involved until Charlie told me."
(Y/n) sighed, taking a deep breath.
"What's gonna happen now? Are you going to kill me? Actual make me a sinner? Send me back making seem crazy or thinking this is all a weird dream until I actually die?" They asked. "Because if you send me back crazy, I'm gonna actually kill myself."
"No! Let's not do that, please." Pleded Emily to Sara, scared for (Y/n)'s safety.
"Of course, I wouldn't want you to do that." Said Sara.
"Because the Bible says it's a sin or because you actually don't want me too?" Questioned (Y/n), they were tired of this.
"They could become an Exorcists, it would be funny." Said Adam, laughing at the thought of (Y/n) killing their friends.
"How many times do I have to tell you I would rather die than be anything associated with you?"
"You're soul has yet to be judged but you've seen more than any earthborn have seen in many decades. You could stay in heaven as Winner or angel. We could send you back to earth. Which would you want to do?"
"I want to continue to help Charlie see this though." Said (Y/n).
"Your soul would be damned forever, (Y/n) as a sinner. I would not let that happen to any earthborn in your place in good conscious."
"Then send me back as I am. When I die, wherever that may be judged me as I will be."
"(Y/n), you're too young for-."
"It's Hell, I know but it can be nice when you get use to it just like Earth. Please just let me help until I'm ready to go home."
"...Very well, I'll give you till a month time to sort this out for yourself."
Gives you enough time to help for get set for extermination.
#platonic hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel#Charlie morningstar#Vaggie#Sara Seraphim#emily seraphim#hazbin hotel adam#happy he died#hazbin lute#only says like one thing#reader insert#platonic#this is mostly a test of how people would react and how i wrote#got carried away with trauma so um yeah#did not know i had that trauma
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to each's, csb
pairing: non-idol! choi soobin x gn! reader genre: angst wc: 614 warnings: pool notes: inspired by a scene in crazy little thing called love (iykyk)
"Oh hey, y/n... You asked for me?" Of course he'd be confused. You just had 3 full conversations with him, all academic-related this whole school year.
You smile, turning to hide the flower you've been hiding. "It's graduation day! I want to congratulate you for surviving high school." You giggle, and Soobin does the same, congratulating you back. "I called you here alone because I needed to tell you something."
"That is?" Soobin cranes his neck, cheeks turning red at the sudden seriousness of your voice.
"From elementary, silly puppy crushes- to puberty, wanting to be prettier, more elegant, and more presentable in front of... you." You meet his eyes, shy as you try to make your smile smaller. "I've done this and that just for you to notice me, Soobin. Maybe it wasn't really enough, but it was okay." Soobin doesn't reply, even make a noise, which prompts you to chuckle. "What I'm trying to say is, Choi Soobin... I like you. Ever since we were first graders, to high school, to now." You finally hand him the flower you've been tightly holding on to, smiling.
Soobin was dumbfounded and red. He doesn't know how to react, nor what to say. He's been fiddling with his fingers, heaving a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to take the flower from your hands, your classmate, Beomgyu, barges inside the gates to the pool area. "Hey Soobin! Your girlfriend's been finding you every... where... Oops..." His voice trailed off when he saw the scene, and you're the one who's speechless now. Beomgyu quietly leaves with a guilty mouth, smacking his head in the process.
"You... had a girlfriend?" You're the one who's speechless now.
"Look, y/n..." Soobin has no idea what to say. His shyness was taking over him at the wrong time, seeing your eyes get watery. He has a lot to say, and a whole damn lot of smacks reserved just for Beomgyu, but nothing escapes out of his lips.
"Oh, no! It's okay, Soobin!" You sniff, plastering a wide smile on your face. "It's fine, oh my god, I'm so sorry." You quickly wipe your tears away and retract your arm, messily throwing the flower with no care inside your bag as you got your things.
"Y/n, no..." He tries to reach for your arm but you softly decline, turning to see him.
"It's fine, Soobin. Just a stupid crush anyway," You start walking backwards, smile not fading one second and tears continuously flowing anyway.
Just another fucking step and you step into liquid, feeling yourself drown for a second before straightening your knees and regathering your senses.
What a fucking embarrassment.
"Y/n, oh my god, are you okay?" While you were wiping your face along with your tears, you see a glance of Soobin attempting to jump into the pool to check on you. You extend your arm to stop him, waving your hands in front of your face to hide from him.
All those pampering throughout the years for this?
"I'm okay, Soobin." You give him a chuckle, to convince him and probably yourself too, that you were fine. You are going to be. You will be, right?
As you made your way out of the area, Soobin stops himself from going after you even though he was very worried about you. He figures how you must've felt, not getting a single word from him and getting in that situation.
He was fuming towards his friend. But more importantly, he regrets.
He regrets not saying a thing despite feeling the same way towards you. Now, he might have just lost his last chance.
#choi soobin#soobin#tomorrow x together scenarios#tomorrow x together x reader#tomorrow x together#txt#txt x reader#txt fluff#txt angst#txt scenario#txt imagines#txt scenarios#txt imagine#txt soobin#txt soobin angst#soobin x reader#choi soobin x reader#choi soobin angst#soobin angst#choi soobin scenarios#choi soobin imagines#choi soobin scenario#choi soobin imagine#soobin scenario#soobin scenarios#soobin imagines#soobin imagine
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Boyfriends Best Friend PT.1 ~ E&D
This is a fanfic I wrote a while ago so I’m just posting it and I hope y’all enjoy 😭
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Y/N POV
I was at home with my boyfriend of 3 years almost 4 next month, Donnie. We met in high school in the beginning of high school and started dating in the 10th grade. I thought he was really hot and sweet when I started talking to him. But, we were waiting for Erik to just hang out as friends , me and Erik are friends , I met Erik through Donnie because they have be friends since elementary so for a while, so Donnie walked downstairs since he was upstairs and I was downstairs eating food, "Babe, I'm going to the store to get snacks so if Erik comes , just let him in." Donnie said going to the kitchen " okay babe, I will." I said and Donnie came around to give you a short passionate kiss and left the house.
After he left, you went to put on comfortable clothes on and went back downstairs, trying to find a movie to watch and 5 minutes later, you heard the doorbell ring. You got up to open the door and knew it was Erik so you swung the door open and their revealed Erik. Now, when you first met him you thought he was cute or whatever but a year later and some, he got hotter and whew Chile, anyways, Erik was smiling and said " hey y/n" with his deep voice that was so sexy. "Hey Erik" you said as you hugged his torse and he wrapped his arms around your waist. "Come on in and by the way, Donnie went to by some sna-" you got cut off by Erik kissing you deeply and rough, you thought about pushing back but you kissed him back and a few seconds later, you pulled away.
"What was that for Erik?" You asked as you looked at his dark brown eyes deeply. " Y/N, I've always wanted to do that since we met through Donnie and your just so beautiful, smart and a intelligent women and I've always wanted you but never got a change because Donnie got you before me and now is my chance." Erik said then looking down and he truly meant that and I know it so I'm like f*ck it , I feel bad for him but then I'm going to feel bad for Donnie because I've been with him the longest but I'm going to give Erik a change to have me for now.
I started to kiss him again and then it got heated into a makeout session " Jump" Erik said seductively in my ear and I jumped into his arms and walked up the stairs and he was so strong carrying me and Donnie's shared bedroom, but, he threw me on the bed and hovered over me to connect our lips again.
"Strip" Erik said while standing up off the bed so you got up and took off your pajamas shirt and shorts leaving you in your laces bra and panties. Erik was already undressed and only in his briefs.
He was staring at you up and down and then said "Damn, my best friends girlfriend looking fine naked" ( omg 😭 okay keep reading ) Erik says so sexy and his body is so hot with those scars and those biceps (🥵). He pushed me on the bed and went down between my legs and looked up at me for permission , I nodded and he took off my lace panties " Damn" Erik whispered but you heard it so you smirked in your mouth( if that makes sense) and he just starting eating you out and I felt like I was in heaven on how is tongue was working my clit and his plump soft lips around my p*ssy " OH MY GOD ERIK FUCK" I yelled that anyone who was in the house can hear " I'm gonna cum Erik , fuckkkk" I said and then came.
"Now it's my turn princess" Erik said. So I got off the bed as Erik goes to lay on his back on the bed.
I crawl on the bed to meet his face and kiss him, then kiss my way down to his growing budge. I start to tease him by only putting my mouth on the tip, "stop teasing me Y/N" said Erik but I stopped teasing him after a couple of minutes then put him in my mouth.
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"Ughhhh yes Erikkkkkkk" said Y/N moanly loudly, "Fuck" Erik grunted while blowing my back out (omg😳) after a while I hear my phone ringing, "Pick it up" Erik said while his thrust going faster "I can't d—ooo that's fuck but okay" Y/N said while picking up the phone and answering Donnie "Hey babe"Y/N said while breathing heavily, "Hey baby so was there any particular snacks you wanted while I'm here?" Donnie said while looking through the aisles. Y/N looked back at Erik to slow down but Erik kept going "Hello?" Donnie said over phone not hearing his girlfriend speak, "Sorry I was looking for something but um yeah some—Takis chips and Oreo's please" Y/N said then whispered "fuck" after she said that because she was getting pleasured by Donnie's best friend. "Okay we'll see you when I come home, I love you" Donnie said over the phone. "Love you too babe" Y/N said then hung up and screamed "SHITT, This feels so fucking good Erik". "It's does huh princess?" Erik said then grunted. "Yes daddy" Y/N whined
"I'm home!!" Donnie yelled throughout the whole house.
TBC...
#erik x reader#erik kilmonger x reader#erik killmonger#erik killmonger fic#erik killmonger imagine#erik killmonger smut#erik killmonger x poc#erik stevens#erik stevens imagine#michael b jordan#michael b jordan smut#michael b jordan x reader#adonis creed#black fanfic writer
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What was your relationship with HP in your childhood and what did it mean to you?
Warning: long answer is long.
I read the first HP book when I was 10. It felt like coming home. I was a deeply awkward, anxious kid dealing with bullying at school. I felt wrong and out of place and like everyone except for me had a manual for how they were supposed to navigate life; without the manual I was certain I would never catch up.
Books were a fucking haven. And THIS book. This book was about a kid that I empathized with so much. Except he's bullied and feels out of place because he IS out place. He's meant to be somewhere better, with people like him, who (for the most part) treat him kindly and with respect. And suddenly he's able to make friends and excel at his studies, and he settles into this fantastic world where he fits, and he's bright and likable and he has a purpose. It was just. God, it was everything I wanted for myself. AND there was magic and a train and a cool castle.
I think the first two books were already out when I started reading and I read the rest as they were released (re-reading them all multiple times in between). The friends I did manage to make also adored the books. I went from "playing Harry Potter" on the playground to writing fanfic to going to midnight book releases and meeting up with friends to see the movies as they started coming out. The final book came out shortly after I started high school, and the final movie came out when I was in college. I went to that midnight showing with a good portion of my friends and we all cried like babies at the end. Because it was over. This thing that had sustained us for so long. This thing that marked our childhoods.
You have to understand that Harry Potter-related expectation was a constant for the majority of my life. Since I was in elementary school there was always a new book to look forward to every year or so. And when the book series was completed, there was the next movie to look forward to. And then it was over (and with such an unsatisfying epilogue). That's when I really got involved in fandom (outside the fic I wrote amongst friends in a the group journal we kept and passed back and forth during studyhall, ofc). And fandom was the most accepting, glorious, place for an anxious queer kid just starting to come out of her shell as college afforded her the freedom to realize that maybe the very narrow (private Christian school k-12) concept of normalcy she'd been afforded until that point wasn't entirely accurate. And it continued to be glorious. I went to cons and got merch and put my House in my online dating profile and 3D printed custom HP cookie cutters and joked about having a HP themed wedding some day and my friends and I loved our nerdy little world that made us happy. Until Joanne ruined it.
And I'm honestly not trying to be dramatic, but when something has been so intrinsic to your life and your social circle and even, to an extent, part of your identify, it's fucking devastating when you find out the creator of that thing is a bigot and actively using her platform to target people you love. I stopped supporting her (buying books/movies/merch etc.) a couple years back, and I was content in embracing the concept of Death of the Author (or, as I've previously termed it, "we've killed the author and are now rifling through her stuff to keep the good bits and throw out the bad"). But now, in light of her continued escalations and the recent TV series announcement, and the conversations I've been having with friends (particularly Jewish and trans friends), I do mean that the very concept of Harry Potter is ruined for me. My, now decades, of nostalgia just...aren't enough to supersede what feels like an irresponsible attachment. Before, I wanted HP's social presence to live on in spite of and without JK Rowling. Now, it's becoming more and more apparent that the entertainment industry is going to squeeze as much money out of the HP world as possible which will, by extension, continue to give her a platform and money with which to actively support her shitty dogma.
So. Here I am, too sad to pick up my HP books for my annual summer re-read, or start the new fic a writer I love has just posted or open the document to work on my own HP fic. Which is not at all a condemnation of folks in fandom who ARE able to keep reading and creating and loving the world while thumbing their nose at her. I just can't right now.
So I'm stepping back and blocking the tags and ignoring the show and trying to let other worlds consume me.
Anyway. That's what it meant to me. Sorry for the tiny violin moment but your ask made me sit down and confront the fact that I'm dealing with an extremely weird sort of grief I haven't ever encountered before.
#I'll update SSS tomorrow and put it on haitus#sorry for folks following me for HP stuff#I'd love to come back some day#the tiniest of violins#jk rowling#harry potter#sigh
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wait kromer rant sounds interesting
Ohhhh the Kromer rant.
Nobody in Limbus thus far has been hit with the fandom flanderization "she would not fucking say/do that" beam harder than Kromer. I've seen both absurdly sexualized "yandere" Kromer and woobified to hell and back Kromer. I think a large swath of people just... ignore that the central pillar of her character is that she is an ableist cult leader.
Yes, she is probably only around 23-24 years old, and yes based on the source material she probably came from a much poorer family than Sinclair. But trying to twist that into her being a hapless victim of circumstance leaves a sour taste in my mouth when we're first introduced to her through the fact that she considers anyone with a prosthetic less than human. Like. We can't ignore the violent bigotry here. N-Corp may have decided to give her a platform for it, but it's not like they groomed her into wanting to kill everyone with prosthetics. She was already like that, and N-Corp simply enabled her to do that on a wide reaching scale because they could make a profit from it (N-Corp's singularity is memory extraction iirc, and the nails are able to extract memories from the people they kill, which in turn are sold by N-Corp as "Experiences" and also what they feed to Nagel und Hammer members to brainwash them).
And as for whatever yandere shit I've seen, I think that's just a refusal to engage with the themes of the text. A shipping-brain only reading. Like, the reason Kromer is obsessed with Sinclair is because if she can convince him to join her, that is a powerful talking point for her cause. "Look, the son of a major prosthetics manufacturer is on our side! His family was going to force him to get a full-body replacement. Isn't it cruel to force that on someone who's barely out of high school? Aren't prosthetics cruel. Aren't they inhuman?" It's a game of rhetoric to her. Sinclair was going through the stress of not wanting a cosmetic surgery and Kromer saw how she could use him as a pawn in her anti-prosthetics agenda.
And Lust as a skill does not necessarily refer to sexual desire. I already said this but since greed was replaced with gloom, lust becomes the de-facto sin for desire. Bloodlust, lust for power, lust for revenge, ect. The fact that some people will take the themes of Kromer's story; how a corporation will platform the most violent bigot they can find to increase their profit margins, how inherently hypocritical Kromer's ideas of "purity of the flesh" are, and how if you give someone so violently bigoted an inch they'll take a mile, and just throw all those out the window in favor of her being some kind of evil succubus obsessed with Sinclair because she wants to fuck him is just incredibly, mind-numbingly frustrating.
And the concept of "Vagina Dentata" needs to be put up on a high shelf until anyone who wants to say distorted Kromer has one can pass an elementary level reading comprehension test.
#this post may be. divisive? idk#i am trying not to directly vaugepost specific bad takes about kromer and just talk about it more broadly#and i am not trying to start any fights or anything. i am in college and i have a job so i can't be arguing on tumblr.com#and i got into a car accident earlier today (i'm fine. just lost the side mirror on my car + some scratches that'll buff out) so#i am not in a Tumblr Argument mood
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AITA for being relieved when a friend moved away?
So I (25F) have this friend (25M) who I've known since elementary school. We lost contact for a while after high school but eventually reconnected when I was attending university. He's nice, funny, and just generally fun to be around, but there was a problem.
For context: I'm a very low-energy person and I have a lot of social anxiety, so I tend not to physically hang out with my friends too often (maybe a few times a month, if that), but this friend is VERY high energy and loves spending time with other people.
I did make sure to let him know what kind of person I am and that I'm not one to hang out very often, but he would constantly ask me to hang out with him anyways because - as he put it - "it doesn't hurt to ask!". That may be true, but it made me feel really shitty to be turning him down so often.
It got to the point where hanging out with him was more for appeasement than anything else, and I would think "whew, maybe he'll get off my case for a little while now", but nope! As soon as the next day rolled around he'd be blowing my phone up again.
I really started to feel like an asshole for thinking this way about him, but he was just so intensely overwhelming, it was hard to handle. I probably should have been firmer with my boundaries and asked him to back off a little bit, but I knew he had a good reason to want to be with other people so often (his home life wasn't so great after all), and I definitely didn't want to damage his (already low) self-esteem by making him think he was a nuisance.
Eventually, he moved away due to his new job, and while he was bummed we couldn't hang out anymore, the first thing I thought was "thank fucking god". Which, obviously, is a pretty terrible thing to think when you're friend is moving away. But I was just so thankful I didn't have to deal with his overwhelming personality anymore (although he still blows up my phone every week lol)
So tumblr, AITA for being relieved?
What are these acronyms?
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I'll wait for you
Warnings:: Sad fluff🙏
::He has to go somewhere but she can't go with him..
Warnings: Basically a fluff and angst 😋
I'll wait for you.
(Best friends to distant lovers./ Puppy love in the beginning)
You and I.n were friends since you guys were born. Your mom's were best friends since the beginning. You guys go to school with each other, you guys do homework or go over each others houses and more. This was all willingly. You guys were literally inseparable. You liked him, liked liked him, loved him, but didn't want to ruin your relationship. What if he didn't like you back? What if your mom's don't approve? You didn't know what he would say, or what everyone would think. It would ache your heart knowing that you'll have to mostly live with your crush without him knowing that he was the crush.
The bell rang. You were heading out of the school while I.N catches up. You guys rode the same bus. "Hey Y/n-ah!" He puts his hand on your shoulder while you guys walk. "Hi!" You say while you guys were getting on the bus. He sat by you and you guys were talking about your day. You could see him stealing glances or your imagination making you feel that way.
"Bye!!" You say as he gets off the bus first. His walk was screaming fuck boy. You wanted him so bad. He waves at you. Then, your best friend sits by you. "Awee, your lover boy left~~" they knew about your crush more than you did. They shipped you all the time. "Shut up." You punch their shoulder. As only you guys were in elementary. "Y/N and jeongin sitting in a tree! k.i.s.s.i-" "Don't even finish that" As you were finally getting off the bus, you get an urgent text from your mom. "Y/n, this is urgent. Come home as quickly as you can." You didn't care. She probably just wanted you to clean your room.
As soon as you get there. You see I.N, his mom, and your mom standing there. "Hi! What happened?" You were so confused . "Y/n..." Jeongin's mom says. "We have- we have to move very, very far away." Your heart dropped. You didn't know what you were hearing. "Wha-" suddenly, I.N tells his mom that you and him have to finish homework. This was a lie. It was Friday. A mix of emotions twirl around your stomach. Everything his you really, really fast.
He pulls you upstair, into your room. He sits on your bed and starts sobbing. This made your heart ache really bad. "Hey, it's okay. I'll always be your best friend, I won't forget you!" You try to make him feel better before you start sobbing. He starts trying to talk, but gets choked by his sobs. "Y/n, I -I like you!" "Alot.." He starts to gamble ,"I've liked you since 1st grade. Your so amazing, everything about you. Your so pretty and skillful. I don't know how you do it. I fell over heels with you..." He sees your stunned face and says "Forget it. I'll just be get going now."
"Wait, don't go." You started to poor out words, telling him how much you liked him. Sobs come from the both of you. He suddenly pulls you into a hug. A long hug. Comfort comes to the air. Sobs still seeking through. You guys wait a bit , before heading back downstairs to your mom's. "We are leaving tomorrow." You choked back the tears that wanted to stream. As soon as he left you ran to your room and cried. Sobbing into your pillow. You fell asleep crying.
Your mom wakes you up early. Rushing to the air port. There you see I.N and his mom. You run to him. You guys give each other a long hug before his flight gets called. He whispers in your ear. "I'll wait for you~" he pulls the hug away , getting his bags and boarding the plane. You head back home. Wondering what you will do without him.
It's been over 10 years. "I'll wait for you." those words replaying your mind like a song on rewind. Sobbing into the same pillow you cried in years ago overthinking about the him. Everything reminded you of him, He was everywhere. It's not that you wanted to forget him. Well
Attempting to get him off of your mind you scroll through TikTok. OH.MY.GOD. you swear thats him. Scared as ever you wanted to do more research about the idol for more confirmation. It was him.. you couldn't believe it. Crying harder than before. It wasn't because you were mad. No, never. It was because you were proud. You decided to learn more about his group and updates about him.
The next day, you decide to leave your house in what felt like forever. Slipping into a hoodie that reminded you of him, tights and some random shoes. During the car ride, you thought about him. You saw him on billboards, cars, the internet. You saw him everywhere. Your mom knew about this, she was scared what you were gonna think about it if you found out. "Mom.." "yes sweetheart?" "I wanna see him, jeongin" " that's not pos-" "yes it is, him and his group are performing here."
Umm part two?
Collaboration with @happilydeepestwonderland
#jeongin fluff#jeongin x reader#i.n x reader#i.n fluff#i.n skz#skz x reader#stray kids jeongin#Skz jeongin#Jeongin#straykids fluff#straykids angst#straykids x reader#stray kids#skz#skz angst#skz fluff#skz imagines#skz scenarios#skz fanfic#straykids scenarios#yang jeongin#Straykids
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reader finally gets the courage to ask steve out but the only time she can is at lunch in front of his popular friends and they make fun of her and steve says some nasty shit reader is heartbroken but steve actually wanted to say yes
YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES
this might be one of my favorite things I've ever written
My heart pounds as I stare at the popular table from across the lunchroom like a creeper, intrusive and negative thoughts filling my mind at the many ways this could go wrong. Robin's hand rubs my back in reassurance as I look back at her with wide, terrified eyes, shaking my head.
"We're in the same history class and he doesn't seem like a complete dick." She reassures with hopeful eyes but there's a lingering question mark in her words, not completely believing her own words as she follow my gaze to where Tommy, Carol and Steve sit.
"This is going to end poorly, isn't it?" I ask quietly, shoving my lunch tray away from me as I try to go over the speech that I have prepared in my head but the words seem to be a jumbled mess.
I've known Steve for years, going all the way back to elementary school and middle school. He was always a nice kid, offering the swing up to other students who wanted it and always trying to help in any way he can, even if it was a teacher who needed a hand lifting or reaching something. But since hitting puberty and joining the basketball team, becoming friends with all of the vile cheerleaders and athletes, there's been a sense of repulsing cockiness to him when he's with them.
But when he wasn't with them?
He was completely different.
"You should just do it. Rip it off like a bandaid and profess your undying love." Robin cheers with a grin but my lips tug down at her words, realizing that's what would end up happening. I would ask him on a date and when he asks why, what else could I possibly have to say other than the fact that I've been in love with him for years and watching him from the background as he's slept around the school.
"It's just a date." I shrug, trying to play it off as I stand up, my feet wobbling beneath me as I shake out my anxious nerves.
"Just a date, the worst he could do is say no." Robin claps her hands as she nods at me, urging me to go over there and get this over with for both of our sakes. She had been watching me watch him for months, trying to come up with the perfect way to ask him on a date and finally get over all of the anxiety I've felt in his presence. I could barely sit in class with him without freaking out and hyperventilating so maybe this is the way to finally get over it; addressing it head on.
My hands clasp in front of me as I step past the tables of laughing teens, my heart rate picking up as I try my best to catch my breath. The last thing I need is to seem winded in front of him.
The sound of Tommy's annoying, high pitched laugh has my stomach lurching, his eyes the first to land on me as I step up behind Steve. Tentatively reaching out, tapping the back of his shoulder as he tilts his head, spinning in his seat and Carol snickers under her breath, leaning towards her boyfriend to whisper in his ear. The table goes quiet as Steve looks up at me, a patient look on his face as I swipe my tongue out over my lips with a stutter.
"Can I talk to you?" My voice comes out way too weak and fragile as his brows lift, an awkward laugh leaving him as he looks back at his friends.
"Honey, are you lost- poor thing looks lost, Steve." Carol's wicked giggles are like a gut punch, my false sense of confidence wavering a bit as I take a step back, looking back down at Steve as my awkwardness only worsens.
"What is it that you need to talk about that you can't say in front of us?" Tommy asks, cutting Steve off before he can speak, my eyes watering a bit as my lip wobbles. Fuck why do I always cry when I feel awkward?
"I guess, uh, I just wanted to know if you were busy this weekend-"
"Oh my god, she's asking you on a date, Stevie!" Steve's brows pull together briefly as his eyes flicker over my expression, confused as my lips part, a single tear dripping down my cheek as I reach up to bat it away. Tommy just continues to laugh, reaching across the table to slap his hand against Steve's arm. "Go on, man, put her out of her misery, she's fucking crying." Steve laughs nervously, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck as he clears his throat, eyes flickering back and forth between mine.
"Was that seriously what you were going to ask?" Steve's scoffed question has bile rising in my throat, my eyes fluttering shut in frustration and I shake my head, waving him off as I stumble back.
"Uh," I can't even focus with Carol and Tommy's giggles clouding my senses, my gaze lowering to avoid Steve's as I turn around, mumbling, "just forget it. Sorry for bothering you." My feet carry me quickly away from the table and past my own where Robin sits, her face falling at the sight of tears running down my face. My lungs beg for air as I hear someone yell my name, my hands pressing against the door of the ladies bathroom as I immediately lock myself in the nearest stall with no plan to come out until the last bell of the day.
Mortified isn't even close to how I feel as I curl up on my bed hours later, soft music playing in the corner of the room. The tears can't seem to stop as the sun sets, my room becoming a dark cavern of sappy songs and soiled tissues tossed in the direction of my waste basket.
It went worse than I ever possibly could've imagined and it barely had anything to do with Steve; it was Carol and Tommy who now scare me. I was frightened of them before and I was prepared for teasing but that? Between that and the fact that Steve just seemed kind of politely disgusted makes me never want to show my face again.
My parents quickly caught onto my sadness, leaving the house on an impromptu date to give me some 'much needed privacy'. My mom liked to call this "me having 'big feelings'", a term almost something that would describe a toddler temper tantrum but I guess it's close enough.
My brows furrow at the sound of the doorbell ringing downstairs, eyes lifting to look out the window and then at my clock. It's nearly nine o'clock, the sun is well below the horizon and the streets have been relatively quiet for a Friday night; so who could be here?
Sniffling, I lift myself from the comfort of my bed, wiping my face from snot and tears as I briefly catch myself in the mirror. I cringe at my disheveled hair, brushing it out of my face as I step into the hallway. I lug myself down the stairs with a groan, body hurting from the emotions I've put myself through today.
The person behind the door is hidden by the frosted glass but I can easily make out who it is just based on the volume of the hair. I bite at my lip as my hand reaches out to rest against the doorknob, hesitating before flicking the lock and opening it.
Steve clears his throat and he looks up at me, reaching up to tuck some of his non-gelled hair behind his ear. It looks like he's in pajama's, a soft red sweater covering his chest as he shoves his hands in the pockets of his sweats.
"Hi." Steve smiles, shifting weight between his feet as I bite anxiously at my lip, waiting for him to say something else. But he doesn't, he just awkwardly sighs, his cheeks flushing in the dim light of my porch.
"How did you find my address?" I ask simply, folding my arms over my chest as I sniffle, my eyes feeling overwhelmingly puffy as he stutters a laugh.
"I know a guy." My brows pull together at the comment, my hand resting on my door, more than prepared to shut it in his face. "Sorry, that sounded creepy." He mutters, shaking his head as he holds his hands up in surrender.
"Why are you here?" His lips pull down at my cold tone, shoulders drooping a bit as shame radiates from him.
"I wanted to apologize for earlier- I was a complete dick and I shouldn't have acted like that or let them say shit." My heart skips a beat at his apology but my mind is hesitant to believe him. A moment of silence passes as he waits, brows pulled together as a desperate smile spreads over his soft lips.
"Well thanks. You can leave now." Pushing the door shut, his foot kicks out, preventing me from shutting it in his face. He looks heartbroken at my lack of care, breathless as he takes a step towards me, hand brushing against my arm.
"No, Y/n-"
"Look Steve, you don't have to feel bad or force yourself to like me back, I get it." He blinks at my words, lips parting in shock as a bitter laugh leaves me, my eyes rolling. "I embarrassed myself and it was stupid and I shouldn't have done it. I'm sorry for making you look like a fool in front of your friends." The tears return to my eyes as I sniffle, reaching up to wipe at my eyes with a choked whimper.
"Hey, no- stop." His hands pull me into him by my shoulders and he engulfs me in his arms, my mind spinning with confusion as I allow him to comfort me, enjoying the feeling of his arms tightly and protectively around me. My fingers grip on his shirt as I watch blotchy tear marks sink into the material of his sweater. "Can I just come in for a bit? Only if you're okay with that." He asks, leaning back to look down at me as I huff, pulling away from him as I hold open the door for him to pass into my house.
Before following me up the stairs, he slips off his shoes, my heart pounding as I listen to him step up the stairs. He follows me timidly into my bedroom, eyes watching me slip down into my bed, pulling my covers over my lap. His eyes flicker around my room with a soft smile but it drops when he sees the mound of tissues collecting near the trash.
"Were you crying before?" He asks, heart practically on his sleeve as he steps up to my bed, sitting down on the edge of my mattress beside me. I just shrug, looking down at my hands as I pick at the chipping polish on my nails.
"Is this just some sick joke to amuse your friends?" I ask but he scoffs, shaking his head as I watch him, his disgusted expression clear as day, even in the dark room.
"Don't call them my friends, they're not anymore." He mutters with a frown, forehead wrinkling in disappointment as my jaw drops.
"I thought they were."
"So did I, until they laughed at the thought of you and I together so I told them to fuck off and left almost immediately after you ran away crying." My heart aches at the thought of him following me, remembering back to someone yelling my name as I hid in the bathroom, not caring who was trying to console me.
"Y-You did?"
"Yeah but you ran into the ladies restroom and I'm, in a sense, a gentleman." His tongue clicks as I laugh tearily, grabbing another tissue to wipe at my swollen, red eyes. He sighs at my sadness, reaching out to rest his hand on my knee, fingers rubbing over the material of the soft blanket.
"Well, I accept your apology. If that's all you came for then I guess I'll see you in school after my pride heals." I laugh but he shakes his head, scooting closer to me as he stumbles over his words, brows lifted gracefully.
"Wait, no-" I wait patiently as he sighs, rolling his shoulders and I can't help but think he's actually nervous. "I just wanted to ask, uh, if you're busy this weekend?" My head tilts at him as I bite back a smile, remembering my pathetic excuse for asking him out earlier. "Or if you're busy tonight maybe- now? Or did you want to get back to crying?" He teases, pointing back to the pile of tissues as I reach out to shove him with a chuckle.
"Mean." I pout, loving the sight of his adoring smile, eyes soft as can be.
"Not mean since I was the one who caused it and I'm trying to make you laugh." He sounds embarrassed, laughing sheepishly with a grin.
"Well it worked." I whisper, fingers reaching out to intertwine my fingers with his timidly. His thumb brushes over mine sweetly, lifting my hand up to press a kiss to the back of my hand as his eyes flicker over to the record player on my desk.
"Why don't you turn off that sappy music- fuck." He chuckles with a snort. "Got any board games? Cuz I'll totally kick your ass at Monopoly for date night."
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Guilty | Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia
Pairing: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x fem!reader
Requested: Yes!
Words: 686 (short, i know)
Summary: You plan a surprise trip to visit Mickey's mom. However, the wizzo cannot keep his big mouth shut.
Warnings: nothing really, just fluffy domestical Mickey.
Translations:
Mi novia hermosa : my beautiful girlfriend
Mi amor: my love
Cariño: dear, honey
Amor: love
Mickey misses his family. He’s been working like crazy this last year. After the Dagger squad came back from the uranium mission they became a fixed unit operating in North Island. It was after he returned from a much deserved vacation that you met him. You worked as a teacher in an elementary school in San Diego. You were hanging out with your friends when you saw him across the bar. It was an instant connection. You don’t recall a day without him after that. And he hasn’t been able to go home ever since.
He gets a leave of two weeks in Winter break. And you've planned to surprise his mother with a Christmas visit. You've spent weeks planning the surprise, getting tickets, hotel reservations for the first night because his mom wouldn't allow you to sleep in other place that wasn't her home after she sees the both of you. You wanted to make sure everything was perfect because she deserved it.
Mickey's first free day is just your last day at school before winter break. You didn't want to leave, being really comfortable in the bed with your boyfriend. However, job is job. And you had to go.
You didn't imagine, however, that once you left Mickey would call his mom. You knew he loved to talk. And once he began, he couldn't be stopped.
You come back home from work, leaving your shoes at the door. "Babe, I'm home" you say out loud for him to hear.
He comes running to you, hugging you close and kissing your face. "How is mi novia hermosa doing today?"
You raise an eyebrow. He knows the effect his Spanish has on you. It was usual for him to talk to you in Spanish, make you hot and flustered and take you to bed. He used a very specific tone in those occasions. Suave, seductive, almost a whisper.
He's not using it now. The only possible explanation is that he’s trying to soften the blow.
"What did you do?"
He gasps. "Why do you think I did something, mi amor?"
"Female intuition"
"Babe, I've done nothing. I began to pack our things, though"
You look at him, frowning. The more he talks, the more you know he’s done something really bad.
"... Mickey, just say it”
“Say what?”
“Whatever the heck it is you’ve done”
“Cariño, I’ve done nothing!”
"Stop with the Spanish, Miguel Garcia!"
"Oh shit, she used the government name" he whispers to himself. He looks at you, with guilty eyes. “Mi amor, it was an accident, I swear”
“You told your mother, right?” you question, knowing that is the only thing that would make him act like this. He covers his face with his hands as an answer.
“I was just talking with mama and out of nowhere she asked me to come to see her on Christmas and I began to panic, babe. Like real panic. And I didn’t know what to tell her because I can’t lie to mama and there was so much pressure..”
You cover his mouth with your hand, smiling at your rambling boyfriend.
“It’s okay, amor. Was she happy about it?”
He nods, mouth still covered.
“Then that’s the only important thing” you move your hand and peck his lips. “I’m not mad”
“…what did I ever do to deserve you?” he asks pulling you close to kiss you.
“C’mon Mickey. We’re going out for dinner”
“Oh, are we?” he says, going upstairs to change.
“Yes, you gotta make up to me somehow. You’re paying” you say, making him run down the stairs to see you.
“Amor, you said you weren’t mad!” he whines.
“And I'm not mad, but you ruined our surprise. Pay for it”
He raises his hands in a surrender gesture.
“Fine. Dress up, we’re going to your favorite place.”
“We need reservation for that, honey” you remember him.
“I made it after I realized I fucked up” he admits coyly. You hug him and kiss his cheek.
“My hero” you say before going upstairs to get ready for dinner with your sweet boyfriend.
#mickey fanboy garcia#top gun maverick#top gun x reader#top gun maverick fanfic#fanboy x you#top gun fanfiction#fanboy x reader#mickey garcia x reader#mickey fanboy garcia x reader#fanboy fluff
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TOP 9 BOOKS
tagged : @hmsharmony ty jennifer this was SOOO hard oh my god like. genuinely agonized me for days to think about what to choose but it was SOOO fun tho <3
tagging : @rosesau | @evcndiaz | @pendrgcn | @gayarthur | @the-tenth-arcanum | @oretsev | @wherepoetsdie | @bellamyblakru | @ryekat & anyone else who wants to do it !!!
rules : list your top 9 books obviously. i cheated a little and put series as as one option because that's just who i am as a person. most of these i chose at random from my 5 star reads from the past few years btw
1. percy jackson and the olympians (series) by rick riordan
i was never a big reader in elementary school—or at least not to the extent that my classmates had been. my sixth grade english class required us to bring a personal book from home for silent reading and i stole my brother's spine-cracked copies of pjo and brought them to class. i finished the whole series in less than a school week (i had to scramble to the library to pick up another series because the single novel should have lasted me at least three weeks). pjo literally kickstarted my love for reading as a hobby and i truly don't know how to state the importance it had on my little ten-year-old brain fr
2. on earth we're briefly gorgeous by ocean vuong
i have never read a book more beautiful in prose and so uncommonly human than this. there's just something so incredibly heartbreaking knowing this whole book is the narrator's letter to his mother who can't read! like what the fuck
3. alone with you in the ether by olivie blake
this came as a surprise to Me when i first read it. i meandered through the first quarter, loving the writing style but feeling disconnected from the characters until the Church Hand Scene™ and it was hook, line, and sinker at that point (i have since come to love the disconnectedness in subsequent rereads, knowing that the feeling was the Point). i have read this book four (4) times since i read it first last year. LAST YEAR!!! olivie has like... fundamentally altered my brain chemistry or something because i feel like everything i have written since having read this book has been somewhat influenced by it.
4. much ado about nothing by william shakespeare
what can i say! this is theeeeeee romcom ever. i have watched so many adaptations of this play, read it countless of times and can recite some iconic lines, and still the banter between benedick and beatrice is sooo elite. cannot be topped!!
5. a place for us by fatima farheen mirza
fun fact: seed rec'd this book to me and has been reccing it to anybody who would listen. the prose is so lush and melancholic. it's one of those books where nothing Really happens, but you feel Every Emotion Under The Sun and you're just like. altered by reading it
6. the song of achilles by madeline miller
obviously.... OBVIOUSLYYYYYYY this had to go here. if i had two nickels for every greek myth retelling i read during school that fundamentally changed me etc etc u get it. i read this as a junior in high school when we, yet again, had to bring a personal book to read durin class. i think at that point of my life, i've never read something that tragic yet so beautiful at the same time and now i am always looking at the beautiful and tragic in media. so! there u go! brain cells rewired and whatnot!
7. the grisha trilogy by leigh bardugo
this is funny because i . technically did not rate any of these books 5 stars i'm sobbing. but like, considering the fact that my url is what it is and the way i always have them in the back of my mind, it's no wonder that i put them here. i have such an odd attachment to these books and these characters. i had copies of these books since their release but didn't touch them until ... before the sab tv release which is so fucking funny. like i don't know what i would be like if i read this as a t(w)een. i would've been so fucking insufferable ngl
8. when my brother was an aztec by natalie diaz
i actually read this for an assignment and had to write a report on it and i had SO much fun doing it. diaz plays a lot with hunger and her imagery is literally unmatched. i think about the way she contructs sentences and am filled with such envy. my beginning sentence for my paper was a nod to her style (though i failed miserably). it was: "in a paradoxical sleight of hand, hunger feeds in natalie diaz's debut." she is just. so fucking good at words i need to CHOMP on it
9. sharp objects by gillian flynn
you know the thing where you see a really popular author for a really long time and they have their work adapted to the screen and it's so good but you still haven't read their actual writing? yeah, that was me with gillian flynn (specifically about gone girl). i read gone girl, i read sharp objects, i read her short story the grownup, i'm currently reading the last novel of hers that i haven't read, dark places, and flynn is just so... incredibly good at constructing harrowing stories. it's no wonder why all three of her novels got adapted to the screen! her prose is so grounded. vivid. there's this ease to her writing that, whenever i concurrently read another novel, i always find the other piece to be lacking. i slink back to flynn's prose and immerse myself in her awful, human worlds.
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2/9/24
Dear friend,
I think I'm genderfluid, and I'm coming out as that to you? I found out about that identity a few months ago and its kinda been stuck in my head and more recently I realized that it super applied to me and is the first time I've had a gender that feels like it fits.
Some signs if anyone's interested:
-When I was young, like 3 or 4 I remember going to get a haircut and asking my Mom if I could get the blue guy on Team Umi-Zoomis haircut. She said no because thats a boy haircut and I told her that I was a "nothing" as in not a boy or a girl sometimes...she wasn't happy but I don't think she remembers this interaction. (I got the same haircut then i still have, unnecessarily long with bangs)
-In elementary school I would fantasize about being able to look like a boy, I'd go as far as stuffing my hair in a hat, and wearing my younger brothers shirt. In second grade I even tried using the guys bathroom when there was nobody in there.
-But I still would be okay with "girls" clothes. In fact sometimes I preferred them, like with weird extremeness.
-I've always hated the question "whats your pronouns" i ask it all the time but when people ask me i. get. so. uncomfortable. because I've never wanted to admit to not knowing, especially when sometimes (often might even be a better word) she/her feels right
-My names felt wrong for a long time, i don't think i'd change it but its just something to mention i guess. I'm liking it more today though because i just learned that in germany and sweeden its actually uni-sex and more commonly masc.
-For a long time, I've binded my chest. Like often. I normally do it by wearing two tight sports bras then a xxs "sculpting" tank top (basically just super tight) and folding it over the bras. I've been doing this since before I knew what binding was because I like the way it looks.
-Half the time i want to get a buzzcut more than anything. 25% of the time i love how long my hair is and feel so pretty. The other 25% is sheer panic over these conflicting extremes.
-Recently when i went to my old school a girl got to know me through mutual friends who pretty much only told her I was a lesbian, she decided to just only refer to me with they/them pronouns and holy fuck did it feel good. like so good. it made me so happy.
So, yeah. I'm genderfluid. I don't know if I ever completly hit the extreme of being a trans guy though but that might change. My pronouns are they/she/any. I feel weirdly like euphoric right now typing this out :) have a nice night.
Love always,
M.
#diary#letters#perks of being a wallflower#lesbian#teen#lgbt#my journal#true#coming out#genderfluid#nonbinary#lgbtqia#queer#gay#genderfae#genderfluid coming out
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15 people, 15 questions
tagged by @scarefox - thank you <333
This came at the perfect time since I am procrastinating having dinner and doing homework and this is obviously a very urgent matter.
1) Are you named after anyone?
Yes, both my first and second name are from great-grandmothers. The first one is very meaningful to me.
2) When was the last time you cried?
A handful of tears yesterday. I did something very scary and there was a lot of build-up and I suddenly felt very small and lost. Other than that... I can't remember. Maybe when watching The Untamed. Probably sometime in December no matter the reason, but not much.
3) Do you have kids?
Fuck no. When my age was still a single digit, I would loudly proclaim I would never want to get married and have children and nothing has changed since then.
4) What sports do you play/have you played?
I really like swimming if that counts as playing sports. I don't do it nearly as often as I would like to though, every other week is a challenge already. I've done aerial yoga on and off over the past few years and I am determined to get back to that. I love being suspended upside-down and swinging.
5) Do you use sarcasm?
Yes but I am not good at it.
6) What's the first thing you notice about people?
I don't know... how they look? Since seeing them usually happens before talking to them. Hair perhaps. Clothes. How they talk. I am not sure.
7) What's your eye color?
Blue.
8) Scary movies or happy endings?
I don't watch scary movies so it's happy endings by default. But I actually prefer an open, ambiguous ending, one that leaves me a bit unsatisfied and doesn't wrap up everything too neatly.
9) Any talents?
I have always been good with languages, be it my native one or learning a foreign one. Not excellent but it comes fairly easy to me, at least to a certain degree: I did end up getting a tutor for Latin because Caesar was doing my head in.
10) Where were you born?
At home.
11) What are your hobbies?
Various textile crafts though it's pretty much just sewing at the moment with a sprinkle of knitting every now and then. I love to bake, I could spend all day in the kitchen. Does watching series count? If I am reading, it's also that but I go through yearslong slumps.
12) Do you have any pets?
What a mean question. Living pets? No. But in my heart I certainly do. And I also have them in an urn on the window sill of my bedroom.
13) How tall are you?
1,65 m
14) What was your favorite subject in school?
It was always something with language, in elementary German (until I had a teacher from hell) and later foreign ones, English, Spanish or Latin. I also enjoyed history a lot.
15) What is your dream job?
Translator and editor but emphasis on dream since that is never going to happen. I do really like the idea of working in the costuming department of a theatre or opera house. I am actually doing an internship at the local theatre this spring and really looking forward to that.
Am I really going to tag fifteen people? Let's see...
@scattered-stardust @toppingjeffsatur @die-schwanenkoenigin @told-the-moon-about-you @lady-guts @biveganpoetbat @ilovetextingandscones @hummingbooks @istilldontunderstand @sitron-sunni @fanfictionroxs @sorry-bonebag @bisexualbard
I am stopping because that's already more than my anxious self feels comfortable with.
Feel free to ignore this or do this without being tagged. <3
#meins#playing tag#and now i am too tired for homework and really should go have dinner. and especially face the mess that my kitchen is.#it's bad
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Ānzhuōniichuan - Chapter 2
Insomnia has been making a total mess of my ability to do things, including doing the stuff necessary to get rid of the insomnia. On the plus side, I've managed to get enough sleep this last week to recover enough to finished a chapter, so please enjoy:
Summary:
Ranma and Ryoga's journey, now with their new Chinese friend Xian Pu, takes them to a dojo in Japan.
Notes:
Been dealing with insomnia that's played merry hell on my ability to get, like, ANY writing done 'cause I'm just out of spoons before the morning is half over. Finally managed to grab a few time slices as I've been forcing myself to recover to get this written. Lost Little Wolf - The Minor Key Ch. 14, Double Isekai Ch. 10, Return to Recipient Ch. 6, And at This Point I'm Afraid to Ask Ch. 5, Deviation Ch. 9, Lost in the Dark Pt. 1 Ch. 2, Fission Ch. 10 Pt 2, and a few unpublished works are still on deck and work will continue...even if a bit slowly.
Preview below the cut:
Akane sat on her heels in the way that her friend Sayuri had marveled at since they were in elementary school together, feet flat on the ground, her knees up against her chest, arms wrapped around her legs, and chin resting on the little nook between her kneecaps. She was watching Ranma as the (currently) girl sat cross-legged in front of the family shrine. Ranma's eyes seemed to drift back to the largest picture on the shrine quite regularly; Akane's mother. Tears formed a track down the redhead's cheeks, and Akane had to admit that this part-time girl looked very cute and (dare she say it?) huggable. Akane was doing everything she could to fight the impulse to wrap her arms around Ranma and just hold her until the crying stopped.
"...stupid pops..." Ranma sniffled for probably the twentieth time since they'd come out here.
"Ranma..." Akane ventured, "Why did you turn yourself into a girl?"
Ranma blinked the most recent tears out of her eyes and turned to Akane, seeming like she was waking up from a daydream. "Huh? Oh..." she wiped the tracks off her face and said, "Didn't wanna cry as a guy. Aint manly."
Akane snorted, "'Manly'? What's being a man got to do with it?"
Ranma took a deep breath, "Nothin' really, just..." she wiped at her eyes again, "...pops just always kept hammerin' on me 'bout bein' 'manly,' and I thought that's just how guys'r'supposed to learn how to be guys. 'A real man does this,' 'a real man acts like that'... 'course, half'a that was the same as the bullshit 'bout bein' honorable, an' he never was."
Akane settled herself into a proper sitting position, opting for cross-legged like Ranma was doing instead of the seiza that 'proper girls' were 'supposed' to do. Yeah, she could sit seiza, but sometimes cross-legged was more comfortable. "Seems like your father was a jerk," she said, trying to keep Ranma talking.
The redhead sighed, "Yeah, Ryoga and Xian are helpin' me see that and tryin' to teach me how to be, I dunno, the kinda person I want to be. Still gotta long way to go, though. Like, I still don't know what I said wrong earlier."
Akane scrunched her brow in confusion, "What do you mean?"
"When I asked if you were a glass cannon," she sighed, "I just...a glass cannon is somethin' that can pack a hell of a punch but breaks real easy. Sometimes that's just how some martial artists are, I'm just tryin' to ask a question but something I said is wrong..." Ranma went from a little bit sad to teeth-grittingly frustrated in the space of a few words, her hands suddenly bunched into fists.
Akane found herself momentarily at a loss for words, "...but...being called a 'glass cannon' is a bad thing. Like you're trying to make fun of someone for having a weak defense."
Ranma turned to look at Akane, her jaw slightly slack, "But...I'm not trying to...I just...what?!" Her bunched fists were suddenly up and scrubbing at her eyes as a stuttering sob escaped her again, "F-fucking pops!" she stammered out, "R...Ryoga thought I h-hated him 'cause I just used the same things pops did to get me to spar with him! And since w-we started travelin' t-together with Xian they..." she heaved a couple of sobbing hiccups, "They've been t-tryin' t'teach me not to be mean 'r' cruel, an' it's like everything I say is mean! I thought that's just h-how you knew someone c-cared! And...and pops taught me that!"
Akane couldn't hold back any longer. She practically threw her arms around the smaller girl, muttering the little calming phrases and making the noises that Kasumi did whenever she couldn't handle the stress of life any longer or the Hentai Horde was particularly aggressive and nobody else would listen.
The two of them sat for a while, Ranma safely curled up in Akane's arms, the taller girl gently rubbing Ranma's back to comfort her. After the tears finally petered out, Akane realized that she was feeling something she hadn't expected for someone who'd revealed they were born a boy under the fabric of the silk shirt. She paused in her up and down motion, fingertips gently probing back and forth. Before Ranma's back could tense up any further, she asked, "Ranma...is that a bra?"
The redhead let out a nervous chuckle, "Y-yeah, got it a couple days after we got back to Japan. I had...no idea that there was such a thing as a sports bra, but...it works for me an' Ryoga 'cause of the curse." They disengaged enough for Ranma to look down at her own chest, as though the shirt wasn't there, "Pull 'em on like a shirt, the band stretches when we get hit with hot water and nothin' in the cups to really stick out or be obvious when we're in guy forms." She sighed, mostly seeming to need the breath to recover from the emotional outburst, "Didn't know...pops always made it seem like women wore bras 'cause they were weak or somethin'. Xian got kinda sick o' me fightin' without wearing one an' challenged me t'wear one during a spar an'...well, I don't think I wanna go without one ever again while I'm practicin' the Art, and since everything's practice..." she shrugged.
Akane could say quite well she didn't know any boys that didn't want to do martial arts without a bra. Now that Ranma seemed to have regained some of her emotional equilibrium, they separated, both now sitting cross-legged and facing each other. "Ranma...do...um..."
Ranma, for her part, just sat and waited for Akane to get her thoughts in order.
Akane took a deep breath, "I...my sister was right, I've been...every morning I have to fight a horde of boys just to get into school. And they made it clear they're intention is to overpower me and..." she swallowed, the fear she used to fuel her anger every day welling up inside her, "...take advantage of me."
"What?!" snapped Ranma as she started from her seated position. To her credit, she seemed to come to her senses and sit back down, "...sorry," she muttered.
Akane smiled, her expression pinched from the anxiety of the morning brawls bubbling inside but grateful that she seemed to have stumbled onto someone who was just as indignant about it as she was, "Thank you, Ranma. But," she took another deep breath, "I guess I've been letting them twist how I see boys up..."
Ranma nodded, "An' if yer enemy gets inta your head, then they're the ones pickin' the battlefield."
Akane mirrored Ranma's nod, "So because I need to...overcome this weakness, I need to ask you a question and hope it's not, like, the rudest question I could possibly ask."
Ranma tilted her head in a motion that reminded Akane of nothing less than a kitten encountering an ice cube for the first time, like she had no idea what was going to happen next but curiosity was driving her to learn no matter what and damn the consequences.
Taking that as encouragement, Akane plowed ahead, "Are you a boy or a girl?" She bit her lip, suppressing her embarrassment at having even had to ask.
Ranma's gaze seemed to turn inward, "...you know, I guess I'm a little of both?" she said after a while. "I mean, before the curse, I'd've told you I was a guy, 100 percent, but a lotta that was based on what my pops said, and we both know how much of a dumbass he was. But...I mean, I like bein' a guy sometimes. I want to be taller and more muscular and have longer reach an' all that. And sometimes I just like seein'..." she blushed, "Um...what I was born with between my legs." Akane blushed at that as well, which Ranma clearly picked up on because she said her next sentence in a tumble of words, "Not, like, in a hentai way or nuthin', but just 'cause it's, you know, what I 'spect t'see. But since I got the curse, I'm...I dunno, kinda seein' lots of stuff different. Like, chocolate is different!"
"It is?!" blurted Akane.
Ranma nodded enthusiastically, "And ice cream with chocolate? Gods! No comparison! I mean, I never got the 'guys don't eat sweets' thing before, but when I'm in girl mode it's like my tongue was made for sweets! And..." she blushed, "I...kinda like lookin' cute and...pretty. And I'd kinda like t'wear a dress an' just...be a girl for a bit."
Akane found herself smiling, easily imagining taking the redhead on a shopping trip with her friends Yuka and Sayuri.
Ranma grimaced, "Aint a fan of the cramps, though."
Akane thought her eyes would pop out of her head, "...cramps...?! Like, you have a period?!"
The redhead tossed her head back and let out a melodramatic groan that lasted nearly thirty seconds before slumping down (clearly exaggeratedly) and grumping, "Apparently I'm an 'early developer,' 'cording to Xian's granny. They weren't expectin' Ryoga or me to have our periods for, like, two months or somethin' so didn't say nothin' at first 'cause Xian was already fixin' to give me an' Ryoga 'the talk.' Then 'bout a week after we got back to Japan I woke up hurtin' like crazy and Xian had t'call home 'cause she thought it was somethin' else and Elder Ku Lon just laughed her wrinkly ass off so loud I could hear it over the phone an' across the room." She straightened, "Aint..." she turned green, "Bleedin' yet, but I gotta carry a pad around just in case now."
"But...you change back and forth, right? Can't you just, I don't know, stay a guy as much as possible during it?"
Ranma curled her lips and stuck out her tongue in irritation, "That's what I asked first thing. The magic of the curse aint, like, givin' me a new body every time. It's just flippin' me back an' forth between bein' a guy and bein' a girl like I'd been one the whole time. I can stop the period with hot water, but the second I flip back to girl-mode the period picks up right where it left off. Now I gotta wear either panties or briefs no matter what 'cause boxers sure as hell don't hold a pad."
Akane paled slightly, "Oh, um, are you...? Is it...?"
Ranma shrugged, "Nah, that was last week and was short 'cause I guess it was my body's first time an' all. But it was two days and tryin' to hide that your pad's slipping fucking sucks, let me tell you."
Akane turned as scarlet as her name for a bit as she imagined being in a similar situation. Frantically trying to drown out her scattered thoughts, she asked, "So when should I think of you as a boy?"
Ranma shrugged again, "Any time I am one, I guess. Xian and Ryoga've been tellin' me to use hot or cold water whenever I'm feelin' more 'boy' or 'girl.' That's why I got the water in there," she pointed to the house, "When I was feelin' like I needed to cry. I just...don't feel much like a boy, so I changed."
"Huh...I guess you're kind of lucky like that."
The smaller girl's face scrunched in confusion, "What are you talking about? It's a curse!"
Akane held up a hand placatingly, "Yes, and it's awful that it happened to anyone, but there've been times I kinda wished I could turn into a boy to take on the horde. Not really any other time, but if I could just once take 'em on as a man I bet they'd think twice about trying again the next day."
Ranma's smile was strained but sympathetic, "I guess I can see that."
"So do you...I guess... 'switch' mentally, too?"
Ranma shook her head, but then seemed to think about it and tentatively bobbed her head in a single nod, "I didn't think I did at first, but lately if someone says 'he' or 'him' about me when I'm in girl-mode, I start lookin' around for who they're talkin' about. And a few days ago I had a cop tryin' to look me up...long story, but we'd had more'n a few times the cops tried t'put me in jail 'cause my pops used my name for his bullshit, an' I was just...tired of it and already in girl mode, so I made up the name 'Ranko,' kinda on the spot, and yesterday I was in girl-mode and Ryoga said my name...er, she said 'Ranma' three times before I realized she was talkin' to me 'cause I just kinda started thinkin' of my girl-mode as 'Ranko.'"
They were quiet for a bit, the sound of the rain muting the rest of the outside, making them feel like their entire world was just the dojo.
He...she has periods, wears a bra, thinks of herself as a girl... Akane could almost feel her worldview shifting around in her head, I mean, sure, sometimes he is a boy, but even as a boy he was treating me better than any of the boys at school...ESPECIALLY Kuno! She had no idea what this meant for her in the larger context of her life, but her family's school was all about learning and adapting and growing in spite of everything thrown at you and becoming better than everyone else because of what was thrown at you.
She came to a decision, though exactly what the conclusion was or the path to get there she couldn't say. Smiling warmly, she reached out and offered her hand to Ran...ko. "Well, then hello Ranko, I'm Akane. Would you like to be friends?"
Akane didn't really understand the phrase 'lighting up the room with a smile' until that moment when Ranma practically glowed in response to Akane's offer.
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UFC Girl
Pairing: Nate Diaz x Y/N
Description: You had recently come into the light of being part of the UFC girls, that pretty much stood there and looked pretty. Even though you have been training about 80% of your life to be a fighter, this could be your step into the UFC world, and a step closer to Dana white. But, along the way, you meet the wild, give no fuck, Stockton Slugger, Nate Diaz.
Warnings:language, angst, smoking weed, alcohol, anxiety
Stood in your hotel room right smack dab in the middle of Las Vegas, in font of the body mirror, you adjusted your shorts a little, and then your sports bra.
I like stupid
You thought to yourself as you wore the super revealing clothes, but at least the training has paid off in. your favor and don't look terrible in the costume.
"5 minutes ladies! 5 minutes!" You heard the event coordinator yell down the hallway letting everyone know they had to be in the lobby, and on the bus in 5 minutes. You adjusted your hair, and gave your make up a once over, before grabbing your UFC track jacket and zipped it up. Looking once more, you rolled your eyes and scoffed and left the room.
"Y/N!" You heard a loud squeaky voice calling.
"Aren't you excited?" The girl with long blonde hair, big tits, and a perfect smile said. Or as you would call her, Jenny, your best friend.
"Eh, I guess." You said as she interlocked her arm in yours. You two were complete opposites, but have been at each others side since elementary school.
"Listen, I know this isn't what you wanted to do in the UFC, but it's a step towards it. You will get there, I've watched you my whole life and you don't let anything get in your way." She said as you two and a few other girls entered the elevator.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." You said with a slight smile.
"Well have fun, and I heard there's an after party up on the top floor in the pent house. So we'll have fun tonight, probably sleep all day tomorrow on the off day, deal with the hangover, then its fight day, and we all know thats what you really want to see." She said raising an eyebrow. The elevator opened and you all walked out meeting the coordinator by the front door in the lobby.
"Nate Diaz is literally your favorite fighter, and you cant hide it from me so I know you are excited for that." She said in a whisper.
Not only was he your favorite fighter, but he's hot as fuck. His floor work is amazing, and those strikes always land. Might of had a bit of a crush on him, but also you looked up to him in the fighting sense.
"alright ladies, tonight is the weigh in. 5 of you were hand picked by Dana to stand on stage, and the rest will stand else where so can I have, Stacy, Jessica, Hailey, Jenny, and Y/N come up here please." The coordinator said. You and Jenny looked at each other in shock because this was your guys first event and you got chose over veteran girls.
"You 5 will be going in the transit that is parked out back by the fighters buses. You have to enter where they enter and there will be someone there to put you where you need to go when you get there." He explained quickly and then the 5 of you went to the back entrance to get in your transit.
You stood mingling with Jenny and the rest of the girls while you waited. You heard the door behind you but didn't turn around and look.
"Y/n...." Jenny said looking passed you.
"what?" You said looking at her confused. She just raised and eyebrow, looked at you and then looked back passed you. With a confused look on your face, you turned and saw why she was being weird.
"Oh my god." You whispered turning back to her, then turning back around. It was Nate, you looked at him in awe. Only a few feet from you, the best fighter you've ever seen, also probably the hottest. He sparked up a joint and you watched as he did so. Slowly his eyes scanned all the girls and then for some reason, locked with yours. He gave you his signature smile, making you turn around back to Jenny.
"OMG, OMG, OMG." She silently yelled.
"Alright ladies, let's get a move on it." You heard a women say ushering you to the transit van. Piling in one by one, and you being he last, before the door could close, you and Nate locked eyes again, but was cut off quickly by the door closing.
"Y/N, you have to say something to him next time you see him." Jenny said scooting close to you.
"I cant, he doesn't know me. I'm a nobody. Just a girl with tits, an ass, in small clothes, thats all he cares about." You said leaning back in your seat.
"Stop it. Just do it and stop being a pussy." She said scoffing and then pouting. It was about a 10 minutes drive to the arena, but pulling up finally, you all got out of the van and entered into the arena.
"Okay girls, now we are going to head the the main stage and we wait side stage till it's time. Only about 5 minutes till it starts. Remember, if they start fighting, just move back and just stay out of the way." She explained quickly as you all walked to the side stage. All the girls took their sweatshirts off and gave them to her. Jenny looked you over fixing nay little imperfections that were needed and you did the same for her. Those 5 minutes felt like a minutes as you were being ushered onto the stage quickly being the first people up there. Smiling as you were instructed to trying not to have the resting bitch face you normally had. Still mingling every once in awhile with the girls, but then you saw Dana, and Joe walk out onto stage together and the place erupted. Dana smiling at you girls as he walked passed. Going through all the prelim fights and their weigh in felt like forever but not to bad. You were excited to see these people fight.
"And now for the main event ladies and gentleman! In the Welterweight division, Nate Diaz Vs. Tony Ferguson!!" Joe yelled into the mic as everyone cheered and clapped, including you. Tony coming onto the stage first, taking off his shirt and then stepping on the scale.
"For 5 rounds ladies and gentleman, in the welterweight division, official weight, 171!" Joe calling out Tony's weight.
"AAANNNND his opponent Nate Diaz!" Joe said once Tony stepped off. You adjusted your hair, and clothes this time as you saw him emerge from the side already with his shirt off making you stare. Coming up the stairs he looked at you for a split second and smirked before going back to a serious face and stepping on the scale. You felt your face getting red and you tried to contain it. You saw his notorious brother who stood just a couple feet from you holding Nates shirt. You were just in awe with the position you were in. Surrounded by such amazing fighters.
"Weighing in at 171!!" Same as Ferguson. Nate stepped off the scale and went over to Tony, they shook hands and took their pictures. It was going to be a pretty respectful fight and they even shook hands again. As everyone exited the stage you and the rest of the girls were last to come off. Taking your jackets from the women and putting them back on, you guys were used pretty quickly back to the transit van and brought back to the hotel. You and Jenny made your way back up to the 5th floor where your rooms were located.
"I'm going to get ready for the afterparty, you better be to." She said pointing her finger at you and you just rolled your eyes going into your room. Taking your jacket off and throwing it on the chair in the corner of the room, then walking into the bedroom and plopping onto your bed. You were already tired, and didn't know if you should go to this after party thing. You heard your phone ding on the bed next to you.
Mom: Hey sweetie how is everything going? Do you like it so far?
Me: Its going good. Just got back to the hotel, the weigh in was interesting but not bad. Just bored doing this. I want to be in the octagon. Not being eye candy.
Mom: I know sweetie, but it takes time. Make your impression, you always do a great job at that. lol
You set your phone down back on the bed and laughed thinking of the fighting you did in high school that got you in quite some trouble. You got up and went to the closet seeing the dresses you brought, and said just hell no. You found a pair of fitted jeans, and a tank top. So you opted for those. The jeans outlining your toned legs from all the kick boxing, and jujitsu you've done and the tank top showing off you toned tattooed arms. You fixed some of your make up, and put your hair half up half down, and added a bit of curl to it. You slipped on your high top vans to complete the look. You didn't want fancy, but you didn't want super casual. The make up and hair helped out the not super casual aspect. Adding a few pieces of jewelry to top it off and giving yourself a once over. You heard your phone ding again taking you out of your trance of the mirror. You walked over and opened the text.
Mom: Oh and I was waiting till you were done with the weigh in, but Eddie showed up looking for you.
You rolled your eyes. Eddie is your ex boyfriend/ ex trainer. You found him cheating on you with his assistant that you also worked very close with at one point.
Me: Did you tell him to fuck off?
Mom: No, I told him you weren't here and wanted nothing to do with him.
Me: Good enough.
You slipped your phone into your pocket and heard a knock at your door. You want over and opened it and it was Jenny.
"Look at you looking all cute and shit." She said looking you up and down. You looked at her and she wore a tight pink sparkly dress, definitely her vibe.
"Look at you trying to get some dick." You said laughing ad stepping out of your room.
"So who's throwing the after party?" You asked as you walked together to the elevator.
"Uhm, so about that." She said as you two stepped in ands hit the button for the pent house.
"Jenny.." You said looking at her.
"Nate Diaz." She blurted out. You felt your heart start pounding in your chest.
"Y/N calm down, it'll be fine, just drink, smoke, have fun." She said making you look at her. You took a deep breathe and stared her down.
"Why didn't you tell me?" You asked.
"Because I was worried you wouldn't go. Ever since you and Eddie, all you've done is go to the gym, train, work and go home. You haven't had any fun, and you are in NEED of fun. So pull the dick out of your ass and losses the fuck up." She told you surprising you with the words coming out of her mouth. The elevator door opened and you walked into a super fancy hallway, looks like a whole new hotel up here. You turned into the hallway and went to the double doors all the way at the end. You took a deep breathe and walked in. The place was packed. You saw familiar faces, new faces, beautiful women, and lights dancing on the ceiling in the dark. The music was loud but everyone seemed to already be fucked up. A waitress walked by you and Jenny. with shots on a plater, Jenny grabbed 4, two for each of you.
"What is it?" You yelled over the music.
"No clue, just drink it!" She yelled back and you did, both back to back.
"Tequila" You said with a sour face. You two went in further to the room and saw a bar, you and Jenny pushed your way to it and sat on two open stools.
"What can I get you girls?" The bartender asked.
"two shots of whatever, Titos and red bull and a Long Island" Jenny said to her.
"You got it." she said and went to get the drinks. You scanned the room seeing who was all here. You saw Nick Diaz sat at a table in the corner smoking with a few other guys, not Nate though. You saw a few heavy hitter fighters mingling and drinking.
"Here you go" She said setting the drinks down in front of the two of you.
"Put that on my tab." You heard a voice say from behind you. You turned and saw him. Nate Diaz inches from you, your back practically touching him.
"Thank you." Jenny said breaking the tension.
"No problem. You girls are new, have to do something for you." He said grabbing the shot that the bartender set down in front of him.
"Nate!" He yelled over music to you two.
"Jenny!" She Yelle shaking his hand.
"Y/N!" You yelled still not being able to take your eyes off of him.
"She knows who you are! You've been her idol for awhile now!" Jenny yelled at him making you spin around and give her daggers.
"I'm going to go over here." She said taking her shot and walking away. Your eyes widened at the thought of now being alone with Nate. He came around and sat where Jenny was in front of you. You held your shot in your hand and he picked his up and clinked you glass.
"To good fight!" He yelled making you smile and took the shot. You set the glass down and took a sip of your drink. It was getting hot in the room, and you felt the 3 tequila shots coming on.
"Are you okay?" He asked getting closer to your ear so you could hear him better.
"Yeah, it's just super hot in here!" You yelled back to him.
"Come here." He said standing and grabbing you hand, pulling you threw the crowd. The room was spinning a bit so it was hard to focus. You stepped through a door into a low lite room, that was a little more quiet, but then to another door where you felt the cool air hit your face. You sucked it in through your nose, you were on a balcony.
"Air" You huffed out making Nate chuckle.
"Sorry, I haven't drank in over a years so a little light weight." You said setting your drink down.
"Thats alright. So was she telling the truth? Am I an idol of yours?" He said looking down at you as he sipped his drink.
"She's an asshole. But yes. I've been training almost my entire life. Boxing, jujitsu, kickboxing, karate, just about everything. Have had a few fights here and there, nothing too crazy, just trying. to make it to the big leagues." You explained like it was word vomit. You spoke to him like you were comfortable with him even though you just met him 10 minutes ago.
"Wait you Y/N Y/L/N. Like Y/N "honey trap" Y/L/N?" He asked. Your eyes widened in awe trying to figure out how he knew who you were.
"How do you know that?" You asked taking a gulp of your drink .
"Stockton fighters know Stockton fighters. I remember you when you were younger. You used to fight at the strip club when they would have fight nights there. I was just about in the ultimate fighter, when you were fighting there. I've seen a few of your fights on YouTube over the years and I know Dana talked about you for awhile." He explained sitting down in the chair in front of you.
"Wow. I literally don't know what to say." You said leaning up against the hand railing and looking out across Las Vegas.
“Sorry. Let’s get off that topic and let shave some fun. What do you say?” He said standing and holding his drink out for a cheers.
“To a successful fight and to even even better night.” He says as you clink drinks and down the rest of it.
“You feeling better?” He asked.
“Depends on what you define as better. Am I drunk? Yes. Do I feel sick anymore? No. Am I nervous as fuck right now talking to the guy I’ve been watching on tv for the passed how many years and model my fighting style after? Yes. Oh god. I’m embarrassing. I need to go get another drink.” You said throwing your hands over your face.
“You aren’t embarrassing.” He says pulling your hands from your face.
“I think you are cute.” He said looking down at you. You felt your face turning red and you couldn’t stop it.
The rest of the night seemed to be going well until you couldn’t remember anything. You blacked out. All you know if you and Nate were on the balcony with Nick smoking a joint as that’s the last thing you remembered.
* the next morning *
“Ughhh.” You let out a loud moan as you rolled over onto your back and slowly peeled your eyes open. It was kind of dark in the room with a little light from the sun coming through the curtains instantly making your way hurt. You sat up slowly holding your head in your hands feeling you brain pounding against you skull. Looking down at yourself you were in a big black UFC T-shirt that you don’t ever remembering having, but then nothing else. Slowly you lifted your head trying to not feel pain but there was no dodging that. You looked over to the curtains and noticed that isn’t the same as your room. The curtains ran all the way up the tall wall to the floor, you looked in front of you and saw a huge double door, definitely not your room, then looked to your right and saw a body laid next to you starting to stir. Their face turned to you and you froze.
“Nate.” You let out in a whisper.
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hi, this is not something that i usually post, but I'd like to get it off from my chest since ive kept this for quite a long time and talking it on tumblr is my only hope to do so.
please don't stop talking about Palestine.
no matter where I go, what social media that i use, there are always consistently something that has been preventing me and thousands of others from speaking out our voices, and to my surprise, even ROBLOX. FUCKING ROBLOX. IS A VICTIM OF THIS.
STOP SILENCING OUR VOICES. STOP LYING TO THE PEOPLE FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR PATHETIC BLOOD MONEY WHEN INNOCENT CIVILIANS AND LOVING MOTHERS HAVE SUFFERED IN THIS GENOCIDE.
thousands and hundreds of money wasted for the sake of war instead of using it to help the homeless and those who are in need. Do you think the world is a big stage for you to sit down in your air conditioned room while crossing your legs on the couch, while watching others suffer?
I have never been more UPSET to see how selfish and brutal these "people" are, calling palestinians "human animals" and saying they are savages while hamas are terrorists when theyve released hostages, and have done nothing but be nice to the said hostages. WHILE THE WHITE AND BLUE STATE REFUSES TO TAKE THE SAID HOSTAGES BACK.
I am unable to speak with such anger and show my frustrations elsewhere, as that'll only result in my socials being banned or shadow banned. I've seen this story play itself out more times than one might assume, as i observed from afar just to see what people all around the world treat muslims and islam itself. It is different, I grew up in a country where a vast majority are muslims while other religions can peacefully coexist.
I grew up hearing about palestine and gaza ever since I was in elementary school. Malaysia has tried to speak upon this but perhaps at that time, people just didn't care enough or, our voices were silenced.
I've seen white men fighting against defenseless nations. I've seen westerners blaming how islam teaches its followers horrible things. I've seen americans calling countless muslims as terrorists. But i have yet to see anyone, LITERALLY anyone calling the one who is in the wrong the actual terroist.
"I'm not educated enough to talk about this!"
THEN EDUCATE YOURSELF.
"This doesn't affect me"
THEN EDUCATE YOURSELF.
"Both are in the wrong and it has nothing to do with me nor my country"
If you as human are willing to defend genocide and "stay neutral", you are a coward to wake up and face reality. You called us terrorists as if it's a word that can easily be used whenever you like. And why again, are these white supremacists fighting against people who have no army and are defenseless in power? Is it perhaps they as well are afraid if they go for a bigger target who has the same, equal power as them?
THIS IS A PUBLIC GENOCIDE, THEY WANT TO WIPE PALESTINE OFF THE MAP. EDUCATE YOURSELF.
I've seen a loooot of isnotreal dick riders, and willing to go on lengths of texts just to justify genocide... do you get paid to do so? do you feel a sense of relief by wasting your time instead of doing something more useful and educational? Or are you turning a blind eye to the real problem? Your eyes are clear as skies, but your heart is an empty void of ignorance.
I am tired of staying silent for long. How many lives would it take until it will make people finally be aware? Once a colonizer, you are always a colonizer. From the river to the sea, palestine will be free. I was a young and clueless girl when i first heard this story. But I've grown and learned the hard ways of life and its rules. this time, i will not stay silent.
this time, i will not let my voice go unspoken
and this time, i will keep on fighting and spread awareness about palestine and the thousands of years that they have suffered.
If you burn, you'll burn with us.
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