#and I’ll never shut the fuck up about it lolz
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I’M PRO BILLY AND PROUD 😝
#billy hargrove#stranger Things#and I’ll never shut the fuck up about it lolz#fear me#grrrr bark woof#clown and proud 🥲
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MILITARY WIFE -
[ot7 x reader]
SEOKJIN -
jin: if you’re pregnant now this the time to tell me
y/n: blocking you
jin: you are my fire
y/n: kick fucking rocks seokjin
jin: breaking both my legs
y/n: are you gonna miss me that much?
jin: no
being in the army seems like so much effort
y/n: bye
jin: i’m so fr
what the fuck am i kim seokjin gonna do in the fucking army
y/n: ran laps and shit idk
jin: FOR 2 YEARS
oh no
sorry not going
i have a really bad knee and ur pregnant my arm is bent backwards and hitting all these c4’s has given me slight brain damage
y/n: clearly
jin: what
y/n: what
jin: plus ur like super depressed and me leaving would only increase that depression which is understandable
yk? since i’m me and all
y/n: i think i’ll be fine
jin: don’t lie babe
y/n: just say ur gonna miss me and move on kim seokjin
jin: i won’t and pls stop saying my full name i don’t know you like that…
y/n: suddenly ur single
jin: wtf what did i do
y/n: i’m so sick of you
jin: see a doctor or something idk?
but we need to make a baby like rn ur not pregnant right ?
y/n: no and i don’t plan on being anytime soon
jin: um that’s not apart of the plan…
i clearly said ur pregnant my arm is bent backwards and something bout a knee injury are you not following?????
y/n: no i am
i just think ur being ridiculous
jin: ME???????
i think ur the ridiculous one rn
ur loving bf is trying to stay with you and is willing to go against the laws to do so and ur not helping???
i think we should take a break or something…
y/n: for 2 years?
jin: OMG UR WORKING WITH THEM ARENT YOU?
you want me gone
y/n: …
YOONGI -
y/n:
yoongi: bye
i’m not even gone yet
y/n: i don’t know if i’m ready for the military wife shit…
yoongi: we aren’t married so you don’t need to worry about that life
y/n: shut the fuck up
anyways
bae why didn’t you tell me sooner i mean what if was pregnant or something ???
yoongi: you’ve known for a whole year and ur not pregnant.
y/n: WHAT IF YOONGI
yoongi: do not start this shit again.
y/n: you wouldn’t be there when i gave birth..
the first birthday…
i can’t do this yoongi…
yoongi: oh no i guess we have to break up😱
y/n: yk what i’m gonna have a blast when ur gone
yoongi: crazy
what about the baby
y/n: fuck the baby the baby isn’t real it was a test of your love and commitment to me and you FAILED
yoongi: damn :/
y/n: you’ll be fine tho right
yoongi: ofc my love
y/n: i mean idc i knew that lolz
was just checking
yoongi: i know bby
y/n: ew ur hot and i love you
yoongi: ew?
y/n: ew
yoongi: ew i guess i love you too
y/n: and u think i’m hot?
yoongi: the hottest
y/n: ur so cringe bro
yoongi: bro???
y/n: it’s time to put this picture up i think
yoongi: 😐
y/n: and when people come to our house i’m gonna be like “yeah that’s my husband… he’s out at war rn” (i’m looking out the window at this point) a single tear runs down my face as i rub my stomach and smile “he’ll be back soon” then there’ll be a knock at the door making me and who ever tf is with me jump a little i go answer the door with the person following behind me (they are nosey af) i open the door and gasp “bang pd… what are you doing here?” he’s holding his hat in his hands and looks really upset he looks at the ground as he speaks to me “y/n….”
yoongi: what the fuck
let the pregnancy thing go
and just because i’m joining the military doesn’t mean i’m going to war you know that right?
and why do i have to die at the end?
y/n: you need to be asking the real questions like who tf is in the house with me ?
also i never said you died YOU said that
yoongi: well it was implied that i died
y/n: shut UP
yoongi: anyways im omw home put the heating on
y/n: sir yes sir 🫡
JIMIN -
y/n: WHEN YOU SAID LIGHT IT UP LIKE DYNAMITE YOU WAS FR THIS WHOLE TIME ?!?
jimin: yeah babe 😔💔
y/n: you fr gonna me lighting hoes up ????
jimin: with a little funk and soul
y/n: omg send me a pic of ur first ak 🥺
jimin: idk if they’ll actually give us guns
y/n: why not?
jimin: kim namjoon with a gun make that make sense
y/n: ur so right
maybe they’ll just give you one
and yoongi the others idk…
my boys and their lil pistols 🥺🥺🥺🥺
jimin: do you think i’ll look good bald?
y/n: no
but it’s okay i’ll still love you
jimin: …
y/n: xoxo
NAMJOON -
y/n: you taking this army shit too far don’t you think…
namjoon: 🤨
y/n: i’m ur number one supporter always but like…
i’m all for army don’t get me wrong
but actually joining one i think you’ve got confused…
namjoon: babe.
y/n: so if you could fix ur confusion then we can continue
namjoon: buzzcut
y/n: ur bags are packed
when do you join
when do i get to see
you can take your phone with you right
GOd FORBID I LET YOU TAKE THAT FUCK ASS ANDROID make sure you take that iphone
you can definitely send me photos right
ur gonna be so buff omg
i’m gonna combust
but i like ur long hair
wtf no
☹️☹️☹️☹️
it makes you look so great
it’s so you
so soft
frames ur face so nicely
what if i hate the buzz
what if ur head is wonky
nvm u cant do it
tell them ur not going because what if the other people bully you for ur wonky head
i won’t be there to help you
i cant have that
ok it’s official you’re staying
namjoon: babe
y/n: call them namjoon before it’s too late
namjoon: it’s going to be fine
y/n: no it’s not
wtf am i gonna do without you
FOR 2 YEARS BABE
ur telling me i have to eat alone as in all by myself ?
no thanks
i’ll pass
namjoon: stop it
it’ll be fine
y/n: 😟😟😟😟😟😟
don’t talk to me i’m sad
man
what the heck
ok i’m over it
namjoon: oh?
y/n: yep
namjoon: cool
y/n: cool.
namjoon: 👍🏻
y/n: fuck you and ur stupid little thumbs up
namjoon: what
y/n: what if i also join the army
namjoon: be fr with me love
y/n: WDYM i could so do it
namjoon: right…
if you were to join
it literally changes nothing
y/n: :c
we could shoot guns together
and have a picnic on the field
namjoon: we would be separated babe
y/n: FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
namjoon: oh wow
y/n: i am over it
namjoon: ofc you are
y/n: are you trying to fight me??
namjoon: no??
y/n: how about i pack ur bags now
just leave me in the dirt already idc
namjoon: ☹️
TAEHYUNG -
y/n: is all of seventeen single?
tae: idk wtf
i do not see why this is relevant
y/n: yk
tae: yk what?
y/n: i’m going to ask google
tae: hello what???
y/n: google didn’t help
the bitch said maybe maybe not
loser
she’s supposed to KNOW
tae: what is going on
and do you not have their numbers
thought u were besties
y/n: IK THAT
but i can’t just ask like that what if they catch on
what then tae
tae: catch on to what?
y/n: that i want one of them
are you silly
keep up
but that would totally ruin my whole plan
tae: ???
are you sick in the head
ur bf is right here
you are actively telling me all this yk that right?
ur kinda a bad cheater
y/n: hey
i need to make plans for the future ur gonna be gone for 2 years i need to be loved
tae: i’ll still love you when i’m in the army wtf
y/n: cute
but that will not cut it
who will i wake up to everyday?
who will play the trumpet at 9pm really loud and do it as bad as you?
who will talk to me about their sick obsession with feet?
tae: fine be like that
i just find a new gf fuck you
cheating BITCH
y/n: wtf
that is not fair i let you kiss and cuddle ur all ur little members for our whole relationship
i think it’s only fair that i get to hold a seventeen members hand for a bit
tae: i DO NOT kiss and cuddle them wtf
y/n: okay.
tae: what if somebody leaks our chats and the people believe that
it will ruin my perfect image
y/n: they already think you kiss and cuddle and ur doing perfectly fine
tae: how do you know
y/n: how do you not know
tae: what seventeen member do you want
y/n: don’t talk about my bfs like they are shopping items
but i am not picky woman
first come first serve
tae: but you-
nvm idc
fuck you
y/n: maybe i’ll date them all at once
then i fr never be lonely
tae: my fans will dox you and take all ur money
y/n: booo
my house is your house
my money is your money
we’ll be doxxed and broke together when you come back 😍
my 13 men will take care of me when ur gone
tae: 13 men is 26 feet 🦶
y/n: this is when i stop talking to you
JUNGKOOK -
jk: :(
me when i think about going to the army
:/
me when i think about being alone
:(
me when think about being away from you
:/
me 2 hours ago
:D
me rn
y/n: what changed in the last 2 hours
jk: i got something
y/n: what did you get
jk: i don’t want to tell you
just know it makes me happy and i’m a grown adult so i can buy what ever i want
y/n: omg okay.
why so defensive what the hell
jk: you shouted at me last time i told you about something i got
y/n: jungkook you brought a rock for 4k
a
ROCK
for
4
k
jk: the past is the past for a reason
y/n: anyways
what did you get
jk: not telling
anyways have i told you how much i love toy story
loved it for my whole life
y/n: you watched it for the first time yesterday
jk: ok?
y/n: bye
maybe going to the army will do you good
they might be able to scare you into acting right
jk: i act perfectly fine the heck?
y/n: a 4k rock is not perfectly fine to me
LIKE FR A PLAIN NORMAL ROCK it’s all coming back to me ur actually so sick in the head omg
jk: LET IT GO OMG
ur making me upset
y/n: what the fuck jungkook
jk: ?????
y/n: how much money did you pay for this
jk: not following
are we still on the rock?
because it was 4k you literally just said that
y/n: jungkook
jk: stop saying my name i’m kinda scared rn
y/n: WHY DID A PACKAGE OF 1462 TOY STORY SOCKS JUST COME TO MY DOOR?
jk: oh
lolz
why would you open it
was my package not urs :(
y/n: how much was it
jk: my phone is going crazy rn omg
i think someone leaked my number
i have to get rid of it asap omg
y/n: i will not let you into this house
how much was it
jk: haha
so um
funny thing is
omg is that car coming towards me?
omg i think itBDSHD/£:££:£:£:;£;&3&348(8(8(84847£4£44££;£3&3&
hey
this is a random lady on the street ur bf jungkook got hit by a car he idk if he’s alive let me pass the phone
hEy babbbe i cAn hrdly breatheee rn idk if i’m gnA make ittttt
jst know in my last momentttts i was thInking obf u luv u biye xx
y/n: do not come home unless you want to die fr
jk: hello this is the random lady again ur bf died i’m sorry for ur loss
y/n: how much did the socks cost you
jk: 7
y/n: 7?
jk: k
y/n: i pray the army takes everything from you
jk: ….
y/n: including ur will to live
HOSEOK -
hobi: until i join the army i have decided to live my life as an australian
starting now
y/n: how unfortunate
hobi: naur way it’s dandy mate
y/n: oh wow
what made you make this decision?
hobi: i saw that new jeans girl say let’s gaur and my life was changed mate
y/n: ur accents so strong it comes through in text that’s crazy i must say
hobi: let’s gaur down under on top naur way
y/n: this is taking years off my life
hobi: naur way mate hopefully it takes 2 years off mine mate let’s gaur
y/n: this feels like it’s a form of self punishment
hobi: bingo mate naur way you’ve cracked it i wanna die mate
y/n: wow
this is a lot to take in all at once
hobi: naur mate this is crush hour crush hour let’s gaur
y/n: idk if australians say naur in every sentence
hobi: naur mate it’s an auzzy thing mate you would get it let’s gaur
y/n: no cuz ur so right my fault
hobi: naur i think it’s time i end this let’s gaur
i will now only talk in song lyrics
starting now
pop pop pop
y/n: oh man
i was just starting to like the australian thing
hobi: pull my sneakers on
tell me tell me
y/n: tell you what?
hobi: got army right behind us when we say so
y/n: soon u will be army
isn’t that crazy
hobi: darling i don’t wish you well
y/n: omg ?!
rude
breaking up with you
hobi: i might kill my ex
y/n: sick little fuck
hobi: kiss kiss fall in love
baby i’m sorry
y/n: forgive you
hobi: i’m not sorry
ok i’ve decided i only want to talk in emoji
starting now
☠️
y/n: i feel like i’m having a stroke
hobi: 😭🙏🏻
y/n: i’m leaving now
hobi: 😟😟😟😟😟😟
😣😣😣😣😣
😰😰😰😰😰
😞😞😞😞😞
😐😐😐😟😟
…
kinda hate this one. did write it before jin left too so yez also sorry jimin’s one is kinda short it’s sosososs long to make these individual ones i feel like as i go through each member you can see me low-key going insane and shit not making any sense hope you enjoyed it tho xoxo
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Eddie munson x insecure!bestfriend!reader
A/n:This is purely self-indulgent bc I needed some comfort lolz, also major vent post and its kinda personal bc this is actual stuff from my own vents lol, but I just needed to write Eddie comfort and ik there’s some plus sized ppl who feel the same<3
Warnings: degrading language(not the fun kind), insecurity, reader calls themselves names in their diary, negative self-talk,reader willing gets into a toxic arrangement, fluff…so much fluff, best friends to lovers, small angst but its hurt/comfort, small mentions of violence, Eddie just wants to harm the ppl that hurt you.
Summary: Eddie reads ur diary and need to show just how fucking wrong u are abt yourself.
Eddie had been in your room countless times, though this time, he was on a fucking mission. He had managed to convince you to go downstairs alone to grab some drinks, and he prayed it kept you occupied long enough for him to snoop.
You had been down the past few days and he needed to know why, unfortunately for him, you kept your mouth shut on your feelings, opting to change the subject every time he asked. Luckily for him though, you wrote down everything in a small blue notebook. Eddie grabbed the notebook out of its hiding place, flipping through its pages, he knew this was an invasion of privacy but damn it he was worried, sue him.
He stopped, finally coming to the most recent page, which had everything he needed to know.
September 19, 1987.
So, I went back to him…and I know what your thinking “why would you go back to someone who uses you?!”
Eddie already knew who and what you were talking about, had spent countless nights staying up with you as you sobbed into his shoulder about the boy who would never return your feelings and played you consistently. And spent countless nights fighting the urge to grab a fucking bat to go kill the son of a bitch. But he reads on.
Well, I’ll tell you, it’s because its what I think I deserve. I’ve kinda accepted my fate to the “fuckable but not datable” Role of my life. After all no one wants a fat ugly whore hanging off their arm.
God- Eddie wanted to both punch and hug you, you were absolutely perfect and beautiful, words couldn’t describe how much he wanted you. How much he wanted you hanging off his arm, contrary to your belief- you weren’t ugly, sure you were bigger than all the other girls, but that just meant more to love! He wanted to worship every part of your body. To show you off, show all the fuckers who said those nasty things to you what they were missing. And for fucks sake, you saw yourself as a whore?! You barely slept with anyone, and the people you did sleep with you had known for years!
I just- I just want someone to actually care, want someone to tell me they love me and mean it.
Eddie loved you, He loved you so fucking much even he, himself couldn’t believe it. He looked at you with so much adoration and love it was unbelievable how oblivious you were to him.
Nobody wants a nerd, no one wants a plus sized- or well fat, Plus size is only for the pretty ones, that of which I am not. Also no one wants baggage, or someone who’s clingy if they say they do they’re lying. Or i would have someone, pretty sure no one in this school would touch me with a 10ft pole. Lol jealous of the people who are wanted.
The entry ends and Eddie wants to cry, he hated the fact you talked about yourself like that. He wanted everything about you, he was fucking crazy over you. He wished he could make you see yourself the way he saw you. Because fuck- you were a goddess to him. He worships the fucking ground you walk on. He wanted to take you out on sappy dates, and treat you the way you deserve to be treated. Not the way you’ve been treated by your exes, he hated how they treated you like a fucking toy.
Eddie heard your heavy footsteps bounding up the stairs, he didn’t bother putting your diary away. He was going to shoot his fucking shot because damn it if that’s how you’ve been feeling he wanted to show you how fucking wrong you were.
“Okay I finally got- Eds…what the fuck?!” You almost dropped the two cans, seeing your best friend with your diary. It’s obvious he had read it, so fucking obvious in the way he was staring at you.
Eddie didn’t say anything as he gently closed the notebook. Didn’t say anything as he slowly got up from your bed. You thought he was going to run out, tell you everything you had thought was true, that this was the end to your friendship with Eddie. Instead, he crossed the room, walking towards you and before you knew it he was pulling you into a bone crushing hug.
“E-Eddie?!” You squeaked, arms hanging loosely at your sides. “God- your so fucking stupid you know that?! You talk so fucking negatively about yourself, while your oblivious to the way I look at you!” You were stunned, you couldn’t tell if he was comforting you or not.
But he continued, “you’re so fucking beautiful, and pretty and so fucking amazing, I want you to be the one hanging off my arm. Fuck- sweetheart I want everything about you.” Your face fell, more than it already could. You had heard that phrase so many times, and it only landed you being stranded in your sheets.
“Eddie- c’mon don’t play like that.” You murmured, even with the way he was hugging you, you couldn’t believe someone could ever want you outside of sex. “I’m not fucking playing!” He pulled back from you, a firm grip on your shoulders, he wanted to shake you until you realized he was telling the truth. “Sweetheart, I love you genuinely, every time- every single fucking time, you mention someone hurt you, or someone used you. I’ve had to fight the urge to kill a motherfucker for making you think like that.”
Tears slowly well up in your eyes. You knew Eddie, he didn’t joke about that kind of shit. Not after what happened last year. “Sweetheart-“ Eddie wiped your tears, “you don’t know how much I love you, I worship the fucking ground you walk on, I’ve written stupid love songs about how much I want you.” His eyes are locked on yours, letting you know just how serious he is about this. “You literally consume my every thought, all I think about is what your doing, what you feel, The way you laugh, the way you smile-“ Eddie hugged you once again. “God if I knew that’s what you were feeling I would’ve told you this ages ago, but…I’m absolutely crazy about you.”
And with that he kissed you, it was slow, passionate, letting you know just how much he meant every word. Every-time you tried to make it heated, tried to deepen the kiss he would pull away. He wasn’t gonna let your stupid insecurities and thoughts ruin the image you have of him.
#eddie munson#eddie x female reader#eddie munson x plus size reader#eddie munson x reader#eddie x reader#stranger things#eddie munson fic#eddie munson fluff#small angst#purely self indulgent#eddie munson x you#best friend! eddie#best friend! eddie munson#kinda protective!Eddie#protective!Eddie
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pinky promise
☆summary☆bakugo comes to you after a fight.
☆warnings☆language, slight angst, fluff!!!, sexual innuendo like once, soft bakugo LOLZ
☆word count☆0.9k
bakugo was supposed to be back later, having gone out with friends to a bar for a few hours.
you approached the door and hesitationly peered through the peak hole, letting out a sigh of relief at the sight of your boyfriend and kirishima.
you approached the door and hesitationly peered through the peak hole, letting out a sigh of relief at the sight of your boyfriend and kirishima.
leaning the bat against the wall, you unlocked the door and opened it quickly—eyes widening as they fell onto bakugo’s bloody hands.
his hands were balled into a fist, his knuckles bruised and almost white.
there was dry blood under his nose and a cut just above his cheek, not deep enough for stitches but still gruesome looking.
“what the hell, katsuki!” you scolded, grabbing his chin a little too harshly as he grunted from your touch, letting you inspect the damages closely as he stood in silence.
“eijiro?!” you asked, eyes falling on the red headed boy as he scratched the back of his neck.
“there was…a guy…at the bar who was talking a lot of shit about you,” he mumbled, watching your brows furrow together as you asked for more context.
“like, inappropriate stuff.”
you felt bakugo clench his jaw as your eyes fell back on him, anger etched onto his face as he gnawed on his bottom lip.
“thanks, eiljiro..” you softly smiled, “i’m going to get him cleaned up. are you okay?”
“yeah i’m fine!” he said before taking a glance at bakugo, “i’ll see you guys later?”
you hummed in response as you waved goodbye, bringing bakugo inside with a sigh.
as soon as you shut the door, bakugo stormed off to, you’re guessing your bedroom, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion as you followed after him.
“bakugo, what the hell!” you called out, watching him walk into your bathroom and open your medicine cabinet, grabbing random items in a frenzy.
“bakugo!” you yelled, your hand grabbing his shoulder roughly and forcing him to face you, “fucking answer me!”
“what?!” he barked, his crimson eyes burning into yours as you took a step back.
you were surprised at his outburst. never has he yelled at you before.
“what’s going on?” you asked, voice almost above a whisper as his eyes fell soft.
“y’er mad at me,” he mumbled, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion—you had to be mad at him.
he was a grown man getting into fights, for fucks sake.
“kats,” you started, the nickname bringing him peace as his shoulders dropped in relief, “i’m not mad, just worried. my boyfriend shows up at my doorstep all beaten up and i have no idea why!”
“that fucker was making comments about you! how you’d be in bed!” he yelled—practically growling in anger as he then mumbled, “like he has any idea…”
you cringed at knowing some random guy talked sexually about you, but with being dynamight’s girlfriend came the risk of freaks acting out and making crude comments.
“let me clean you up,” you whispered, bakugo nodding softly as you took the first aid kit of out his hands.
since he was almost a foot taller than you, you had him sit on the toilet seat lid so you could clean his face up.
you grabbed an almost empty bottle of hydrogen peroxide and poured a good amount on to a wash cloth, then bringing it up to bakugo’s face.
“want to hold my hand?” you teased, his nose scrunching up as he tsked.
“just hurry up,” he scoffed, but you didn’t miss how his large hand cupped your waist, his fingers curling around the skin gently.
you have him a hum before dabbing it lightly against the cut, causing him to hiss and slightly pull away—his grip tightening around your waist.
“told you,” you mumbled, bakugo glaring up as a faint grin etched its way onto his lips.
you cleaned the wound as carefully as possible, then using regular water to wipe the blood from his nose.
his hand never left your waist even when you reached over to grab the bandaids.
teasingly, you held up a box of hello kitty bandaids and shook them lightly.
“fuck no,” he growled, causing you to roll your eyes before grabbing the regular ones.
“you’re no fun,” you mumbled, applying some ointment first before placing the bandaid on.
you then had him remove his hand from your waist to take a look at his fingers, not forgetting how his knuckles were bloody and slightly bruised.
“s’just a little mark,” he mumbled as you dabbed the cloth over the blood, watching it disappear to then reveal the bruises.
you brought his knuckles up to your lips and kissed them gently before turning to clean up.
as soon as you tossed the wrapper into the trash, he stood up fully before bending down slightly to kiss your lips.
he pressed himself into your body as you ran your fingers through his messy hair.
“promise me you won’t get into anymore fights,” you asked, muffled by his lips, your question sounding more like a statement.
“no promises, babe.”
“bakugo.”
he was the one to roll his eyes this time, your stern look making him chuckle.
“i promise.”
you let your hand fall from his hair and make its way between you guys, your pinky sticking out.
“pinky promise?”
“you’re a dork, y’know that?” he joked, your eyebrow raising as you waved your finger in front of him.
a grumble left his throat as he sighed dramatically, lacing his pinky with yours with a smile.
“pinky promise.”
#bakugo fanfic#bakugo fic#bakugo imagine#bakugo katuski#bakugo x reader#bakugo x you#mha bakugou#my hero academia#bakugo angst#bakugo fluff
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Pinky Promises
Nanami x fem! reader
Warnings: nothing too much! maybe language but overall just a bunch of fluff and lovey dovey stuff
Word Count: 2.9k
Summary: Domestic Nanami and reader, just thinking about how much they love each other. sappy and cute stuff.
A/N: Hi! ^_^ Second time posting, I’ve had this one shot saved for a bit now! finally posting it lolz. I've noticed a lot of people have written domestic Nanami pics or drawn art, very glad society as a whole has this perception of him. it truly heals the soul I think. anyway, I hope u like this and sorry if there’s any grammar errors I wasnt able to catch U_U im thinking of doing a hc post next.... unsure hm, we’ll see ^_^!!
“I’m hooooome.” He says loudly as he steps through the apartment door, setting his briefcase down and taking off his beige coat. Putting down the grand kitchen knife she was using to chop up spinach, she rushed to the door with a smile and engulfed the tall blonde into a tight hug, saying hello. She took a deep breath, inhaling the soft scent of his cologne, the smell of something sour and musty soon taking over. Her face scrunched up and she let out a giggle.
“Oh god, Nanami, you stink, what did you go against today?”
“Nothing too bad. Just a grade 3,” He sighed “A smelly grade 3.” He sounded disappointed, probably because he knew he stunk too. Though the smell was horrendous, she still remained in his arms and he still held on just as tight.
“Are you tired? I was thinking of making dinner with you tonight but if you’re too tired I can-”
“No no. I’m fine. Just let me wash up and I’ll help out.”
“You sure?” She asked looking up towards him, questioning once more to reassure. He looked down and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.
“I’m sure, dear.”
While he showers upstairs, she gets back to readying the ingredients so they could begin cooking their masterpiece as soon as possible. Tonight she had chosen chicken alfredo with a tossed salad; One could say it was her favourite, but saying that would imply that she would eat it when cooked and served by whomever. But to her, she would only eat it when it was him who had made it for her.
Y/n adored him. He adored her. To her, he was her light. She could simply not imagine life without him, not after he had come in and changed her in such a way. She never in a million years would have thought to be so in love with someone. To have known someone who cared enough to hear all about her day or listen to all her tangents, whether they made sense or not. Who listened to her talk forever about anything just so he could see the faint glow of passion in her eyes. Someone who remembered the small details in regards to the things she loved and the things she despised; Like how she hated the feeling of peanut butter on her fingers and how she absolutely admired the scent of fresh pages in a new book. Sometimes, she felt undeserving of him.
He admired her like no other. Never did he believe he’d be capable of opening up to anyone in such a way, at least not until she walked into his life. He could write a million lists, all full of everything he loved about her. The way she smiled cheekily at him after a witty remark, how she'd give every hug as if it was the last, the way she was oh so patient with him. It took him time to become vulnerable in the slightest, he just didn’t know how to do so without burdening her. She knew his job was hard, he’d told her. But rather than running away like he expected, she stayed with him right by his side. She refused to leave him over that. If anything, it made her want to stay more since she felt the need to be there for him. It felt like a punch to the gut but a good one. “So, is this love?” He had asked himself then. Nanami had someone who brought out the much more joyful side to him. At the end of the day, he knew he’d walk through the front door only to see her, arms wide open and with a big smile offering a cozy hug. She was his home. Sometimes, he felt undeserving of her.
Putting the final piece of broccoli into the container, she tidies any clutter and went back to their shared bedroom. Sinking into the bed and falling on it with a plush thump, she lets out a deep sigh mixed with some sort of a groan. She herself was exhausted from work too to say the least. She didn’t deal with curses or anything like that, but she did teach a class of 9 year olds which one could consider just as frustrating. Yawning, she checks her phone to read the time: 6:15 PM. Nanami hadn’t been in the shower for too long, a small nap wouldn’t hurt. Quickly, she settled for a little 30 minute nap. That way, she could get up soon enough to help him out in the kitchen and not abandon him to do everything on his own. She turns her phone off and slowly, her eyes shut.
…
Y/n slowly opens her eyes and notices a grey throw blanket placed on her, something that she doesn’t recall going to bed with earlier. “Must’ve been Nanami.” Grabbing her phone, she turns the screen on, wincing at the incredible blue light piercing into her skull. “Fuck.” she mumbles. Once her eyes adjust, she glances back at the screen for the time: 7:30.
“FUCK,” she says, voice croaking “I overslept.” With the speed of light, she leaves bed and runs down the hall to the bathroom to freshen up. She soon makes her way over to the kitchen silently, slightly ashamed and guilty. Y/n mumbles a whine with a frown, “He’s probably done making things now. I could have helped.”
The kitchen is filled with the delicate scents of sauces, cheese and herbs. She watches him from the door frame, admiring her boyfriend. He stood in front of the stove mixing at the sauce for the alfredo, which scent alone made her mouth water. Nanami seems to be in his own world, as he stands humming to himself softly, stirring the pot of sauce and adding in the broccoli and spinach, not seeming to notice y/n. With a final stir, he carefully sets the lid and turns to rinse his hands. Her gaze sits upon his figure, how his grey oversized shirt slightly clings to his shoulders and loosens as it goes down his body. Looking down, she noticed the bright red christmas pyjamas he had on, the ones with adorable little reindeers all over them. Grinning, she remembers how she had bought those for him. She purchased a matching set for the two of them and insisted on wearing them all day on Christmas last year. Nanami had responded to the idea with a stern “No” which left y/n in shambles. She didn’t expect him to agree, but hey, a girl can dream. However, on Christmas day, lo and behold, she had woken up to find Nanami sitting on the couch, watching the news with his reindeer PJs on. Immediately, she had attacked him with hugs and kisses and all Nanami did was sit there and accept them, secretly loving it the whole time.
A deep voice throws her out of her thoughts. “You know, it’s rude to stare, right?”
Y/n chuckles quietly and makes her way over, wrapping her arms around him from behind, snuggling into his back.
“I like to stare at you, you’re cute,” she breathes in his scent once again, “ah, you smell so much better now. Like the nami I know.”
“I am not cute. I am a grown man.”
“C’mon, you can’t possibly be saying that right now. Not while you’re wearing these pants.” She coos, gently patting his butt. He goes silent, refusing to rebuttal knowing that he’s lost. He leans against the counter, his front facing her. Though he didn’t say anything, y/n sees this as an open invite to his arms. The rope of his arms finds her waist this time, her arms in an embrace around his neck.
“Whatever, tell me, how was your day, hm?” He posed, changing the subject.
“Same old, yenno. The kids and I had a discussion today about drugs and safety. It was cute, hearing them rat out their neighbours for smoking cigs and talk about how yucky they thought alcohol is. It was… sweet. How was work for you, hon?”
“Shit.” He retorts, closing his eyes, “Work is shit.”
“Oh come ON, I’m sure it’s not always that bad, right? Say, how’s your friend doing, you know, the one who kinda looks like one of my makeup brushes! Isn’t he good company?”
“Yeah, if good company means having to deal with a nuisance to society on a daily basis then by all means, yes, Gojo is wonderful company.” He joked, loosening his grip on her and making his way over to the stove to check on his sauce. She follows, opening the first drawer and pulling out a silver spoon, “You’re so mean sometimes. I think he’s a great guy to be around! I met him once, such a flirt.”
He teases calmly, “If you love him so much, why don’t you get with him?”
Taking her spoon, she lowers it into the pot and brings it back up to her face, blowing on it carefully before she puts it to her lips to taste. “Hmm, I would. But I don’t think he’s as big as you. I’ll have to pass.” She smirked, putting the spoon into her mouth as he watched and sighed in disappointment.
He glares,“God, you’re something else.”
“I’m just kidding, babe.” Bringing her spoon down for another taste. He swats at her hand and she retreats it with a whine. “Don’t do that. You’ve tried it already, and will again when we get to eat.” He scolded tenderly, “Plus, you shouldn’t be given these privileges anyway. It’s not like you helped out or anything.” He smiled, teasing her.
“Nanamiiii, I’m sorry,” she whines, half laughing, “I promise, I was going to help! I just got a little bit sleepy and sort of lost track of time…” He turned over to her and lifted her face with a finger under her chin. Laughing, he delicately caresses her cheek, tapping it admirably with a curled finger. The blonde chuckles and looks her in the eyes, “I’m just joking with you, love. I know you’ve been tired lately, I can tell. Why haven’t you been resting?”
Her smile falls and she sighs. Y/n wrapped her arms around his waist and brought him into her, hiding her face into his chest. It was true, she was exhausted but she didn’t deem it to be anything so serious. Work was just heavy this past week from having to grade her students’ work in time for report cards. All she wanted was the best for her kids and was finding ways to get the kids out of their comfort zones enough to do well in class. That reminded her, Nanami also mentioned having a student of his own.
She takes her face out of his chest and glances upwards. “It’s just this week of work, I promise I’ll be back to normal soon. I’ve just been busy with lesson plans and activities, yenno. Anyway, speaking of students, how’s the one you’ve been assigned to?” She posed in a soft tone. Half smiling, he turned around to add the strained pasta to the sauce, scattering it into the pot.
“He’s special. Quite lively. And cheerful. He reminds me of you sometimes,” his voice strains as he stretches to grab the bowl of cooked chicken to finally add into the pot, finishing the meal, “He’s got potential.” Y/n beamed with happiness. Nanami really seemed to like this kid and if he thought you had potential, then it sure as hell meant you had it.
She lets out a squeal, “EEEEEEK!!! That sounds amazing! I’m so happy for you!” Nanami suppressed a laugh and rolled his eyes, “It’s not that-”
“This calls for a drink, don’t you think?” She babbled with excitement, “We should have some wine! Right?”
Grabbing her wrist as she skipped her way over to the bottle, he reminded her, “You have school tomorrow. You always end up having more than needed and struggle to wake up in the morning.” Y/n frowned at his words, to which he noticed and tried to fix, “Tomorrow’s Friday, you can drink plenty tomorrow, hm? I’ll drink with you.”
“Ugh, fine. You’re right. But you have to promise.”
“I promise you ca-”
“No! You have to pinky-promise.” She demanded, pouting as he stuck out her pinky finger.
His heart skips a beat. Was she always this cute? Her angelic eyes stare into his tired ones. Bottom lip poking out, awaiting Nanami’s pinky to interlock with her own. He knew she took pinky-promises very seriously despite her grown age. It was among one of the many petty details that he cherished. Something about this pinky-promise was enough for her to ensure trust onto someone, it made him laugh. Her naivety is what made her so kind hearted, what allowed her to see the best in people. He felt that this naivety is why they’re together to begin with. He didn’t ever think she’d give him a chance. He reminisced of their first few encounters. The way she did her hair back then, the way she dressed, her shy smile and how she’d look at the floor whenever she’d blush. Maybe it was her timid nature that made him fall head over heels for her. Or maybe it was her generosity. Perhaps her beauty. He was unable to simply confine the reasoning for his infatuation with just a few traits. She grew overtime, more comfortable and less shy, she was more confident around him but he knew he could still make her blush so badly that she’d have to hide her face from him. He enjoyed their banter, her company. He felt it was luck. Or maybe it was fate. Who knows. He didn’t want to think so much about it. He wanted to live in the moment, adore her in this present time. In that instance, he felt the strong urge to kiss her. And so he did.
The kiss was short and sweet, yet full of an unfathomable amount of love. It took her aback, she didn’t quite see it coming. She too stood in the present moment, then and there, cherishing the man she loved.
His lips leave hers and he extends the smallest finger on his hand, declaring, “I pinky-promise.” And a ginormous grin washes over her face. In a whisper, she squeals and scoops her arms around his torso, resting her head onto his chest. They stay like this for a while, not too long really, but to them it felt like an eternity being in each other’s affectionate embrace. He goes to speak and she feels the vibrating boom of his voice make his way up from his chest.
“I love you.”
She sighs, “I love you too.”
Turning her head, y/n smoothly gets on her tip toes and clasps her arms around his neck, giving it a tender kiss and attempting to make a trail leading up to his sharp jaw. Catching onto her tactics he laughs, putting his big hand against her face and pushing her back.
“Seriously?” He chuckles, “You couldn’t wait till after dinner? Come on, take out the plates.”
“Wait for what? I was just kissing you! You’re so dramatic, Nami.” She lies, playing innocent. She knew damn well what she was trying to do. She wasn’t going to admit to it though. Taking out the plates and utensils, she readied the table.
…
After dinner and meaningless conversation, the two lovers tidied and headed towards their room. “Do yo wana wah a mohee tomowwow nie?” Y/n proposed from the bathroom as she brushed her teeth. He perks his head up, confused, “Do I want to what?” She spat into the sink and rinsed her mouth, repeating her question.
“I said, do you wanna watch a movie tomorrow night? Like at home? There’s this documentary I saw on Netflix, it looks really good! It’s crime related.”
“That sounds fine with me. Though, that’s only possible if you don’t end up drinking too much. I always have to get you to sleep early when you drink.” He states nonchalantly, nose poked into a thick book. She rolls her eyes and smiles, “I promise I won’t drink all that much.” Shifting his book to the opposing hand, Nanami silently takes his pinky finger and holds it out to y/n. She snickers and reciprocates.
“You’ve now pinky-promised. Don’t break it, y/n.”
“I never do.”
The nightstand lamp illuminates the room with a soft yellow glow. Shadows of objects on the nightstand hang on the walls. Laying in bed on her phone, y/n turns over to Nanami, who was still reading his book. “Nami, come lay next to me, I wanna cuddle. Please?” Her voice faint. He looks down at her and puts his book away immediately. He could use a cuddle too. Bringing himself down, he lays on his back, y/n closing the gap between the two. Their legs intertwine, her arm and head resting on his chest while one of his hands rested on her bum, the other dotingly playing with her hair. Neither of them spoke a word for a while. Until y/n broke the silence.
“So, were there no other pairs of pants you had left to wear or-”
“Please, be quiet.”
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❥︎Hello Darling~
❥︎Can I have a headcanons when Oikawa's and Iwaizumi's s/o Knee injured in volleyball and can no longer move her leg and feel because of this pain but still wants to play volleyball
❥︎Sorry for my English
❥︎Thank you ~
REACTING TO THEIR S/O GETTING INJURED IN VOLLEYBALL
⇢ Includes : oikawa , iwaizumi , kita
⇢ Genre : angst , comfort , fem!reader
⇢ WC~ 1,3K
a/n : Yes ofc you can bby! Okay i got a little carried away with this one, thank u for requesting...I added Kita btw hope u don’t mind. lolz i had to investigate a bit about volleyball injuries uhm sorry if it is not very accurate tho
y’all look so sexc when u reblog <33
You forgot packing your knee pads in your sport bag, you were too
distracted by your boyfriend’s charms
It never crossed your mind that you would play your last match today.
Oikawa’s heart drops to the floor when he hears you hiccup through the phone
he vanishes from practice to meet you at your doctor’s appointment,
“Look at the bright side, we’ll be wearing matching knee suspenders now!”
He jokes but his smile quickly fades when you look away.
Your parents take you back to school and chat with oikawa for a few minutes.
The perfect moment for you to slip into the gym
“Y/n-chan! Are you here?” the echoes of the ball bouncing against the wooden floor hammers in his ears.
He freezes in the spot following your movements as he thinks of how to scold you next but the moment, he sees your leg faltering, his heart clenches.
“Shit!”
You curse, frustration mixed with pain swelling in your chest as you fail your serve the nth time. Your shoulders tense up, feeling two eyes piercing your back. But you quickly loosen up, the feeling too familiar to not recognize it.
“What are you doing?” Oikawa mumbles, taking wide steps towards you, head looking down
“what does it look like? I’m practicing”, you answer sharply, turning to face him.
Oikawa’s breathe itches and a dead silence settles between you two. You bite your lip, containing a hiss of pain, refusing to acknowledge your injure.
“Your knee can’t endure that!”, he snaps at you with glassy eyes, grabbing your wrists, noticing his own behavior in you
And it pains him.
“Don’t“
“You hear what the doctor said“
“Stop tooru!“
You squeeze your eyes in hopes it is bad dream, your bottom lip trembling too scared to face the truth.
“y/n-chan…”, he whispers, his hands loosing his grip to cup your cheeks so gently it has you looking up to him immediately “–you can’t play anymore”
He stares directly at you, using all his strength. Your hand travels to your chest, gripping harshly the fabric of your shirt, brows furrowed together as fat tears roll down your face.
“I-I just wanted to stay on the court for a little longer...”
“I know, pretty, i know”, his thumbs trace soft circles on your skin as you tear up. Your hold on his forearms is strong, feeling your body crumbling.
He feels tears forming on his eyes as your incontrollable sobs bounce against the walls of the gym.
Oikawa presses kisses on your wet face before pecking your lips softly stealing a slight smile out of you.
“We'll figure something out, i promise.”
losing a match was completely frustrating for you, so instead of going home you find yourself in the gym.
your ankle has been feeling weird for a time now, but you were good at hiding it.
so good in fact that your over-protective boyfriend hasn’t noticed it
the moment he finds you, he doesn’t waste time to scold you
“oi,y/n! you have to rest after a match! how many times do i have to tell you?”
his eyes pop out when your ankle makes a horrific sound, and you collapse on the ground.
the time stops except for iwaizumi, who is quickly lifting you bridal style.
“What do you mean by permanent damage?!”, you ask harsher than you intended to, Iwaizumi occupying the seat next you.
“I’m afraid you won’t be able to play anymore…Since when have you been pushing your ankle?” the nurse asks
Your boyfriend’s eyey widen, the new information. Suddenly he remembers all the times you slight limped during your jogs causing his jaw to clench
“Almost two moths ago…”
“That explains the amount of damage-” the woman sighs before heading to the door, “I’ll call your parents now, you two wait here”
After hearing the click of the door, Iwaizumi turns to face you, burning eyes scanning you but your mind is far away.
“Two fucking months?! Are you out of your mind?!” he grunts, anger printed on each of his words. He pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing.
“And I was too fucking blind to see it”
He curses to himself, an angry vein pulsating on his forehead as he rests his elbows on his knees, eyes locked with the white floor.
“Sorry…”
The soft mumble you let out makes Iwaizumi shiver. He gazes at you, his chest feeling heavier as he watches big tears glistening on your face
“I’m sorry!!”
He bites his lip, a big lump forming in his throat as your breath hitches.
“ No, I didn’t mean to– Fuck! I should have notice it” he reaches one of your hands, shutting his eyes, unable to look at you.
“I’m so sorry y/n!! I’m supposed to take care of you and-“
His eyelids feel heavy, squeezing it your small palm tightly. You wipe some tears with back of your free hand before placing it on top of his.
“You always take good care of me, Hajime. It is not your fault.”
Iwaizumi’s features soften before standing up. He pulls you into his chest, pressing the back of your head against him as his other hand lays on your small back, making soothing motions.
“I’m gonna make sure you get better, princess”
after a full week of training you find your way back to the gym, eager to see your boyfriend
and of course, the second years doesn’t waste the chance to practice some blocks with you
you land awkwardly from a jump and your knee makes a dreadful pop
everyone freaks out
kita returns from the lockers to find a total chaos.
his face remains calm but his heart is hammering against his chest
he gives a cold stare to the twins and they are quickly searching for help
next thing you know the whole team is carrying you out of the gym
“It says it is an ACL”
“A what??” you ask, laying on your back on the nursing’s bed
“Anterior cruciate ligament injury”, kita says, reading the papers in the folder the nurse gave him moments ago.
‘Are you family?’
Kita took a moment to think about the question. Finally, he looked at her, his heart spoking for him.
‘Not yet’
“I-Is it really bad?”, you ask, eyes flooding with fear.
“It says these injuries don’t heal”
The air around you turns incredibly thick, difficulting each of your breathes.
Kita feels a stab in his chest at the sight of your pale face and teary eyes. He unconsciously moves closer to your bed, mind deep in thought as he feet take heavy steps.
You sob loudly and hide your swollen eyes in the joint between your forearm and elbow.
“I’m finished.” You exhale before sealing your lips.
He stares at the ceiling for a couple of seconds and then he taps your shoulder. Keeping your position, you roll a to the side, making a space for him.
“Not at all”
He caresses your hair, staring at the wall. You look at him, confused.
“But I won’t be able to play again–“
“And?”
You blink, your parted lips open to protest but Kita resumes his train of thought.
“You can still be involved in volleyball outside the court.”, you tilt your head, waiting for him to continue, causing kita’s eye to soften as he continues rubbing your hair.
“You have many other qualities and–” he brings your hand to his lips, placing a warm kiss. Kita smiles as your breath slows doing as he had anticipated.
“– whatever you choose, I’m gonna be here for you”
Your feel like crying again, tears prickle on the corner of your eyes but Kita wipes them away. You hold his hand in that position, enjoying the warmth his palm offers, feeling safe in his touch.
“I love you Shin”
His heart lightens at your words. He gazes down at you, a tender look grazing his features as he leans to kiss your nose.
“Rest for now my love“
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watched s11ep1
i will provide you with a quick review before i disappear back into the ether of twd avoidance
lots of spoilers under the cut. also i wrote way too much and i worked all night and haven’t slept so i didn’t bother to reread literally any of it, so it might be completely nonsensical, tho if you don’t expect that from me by this point idk whose blog you’ve been reading
enjoy:
hokay, first off, i’ll start by saying that i enjoyed it more than i expected to. i’ve been avoiding any sort of discussion about stuff, but my google algorithm is so fucked at this point that i still get recommended articles and stuff every now and then, so i was already pretty aware of what i was walking into, and was expecting it to be eh, but actually i prob enjoyed it more than i enjoyed the finale
(don’t get too excited tho, the finale was rly boring lmfao)
anyway
episode starts off with a tense scouting mission
it takes .005 seconds into the episode for caryl to exchange a look of longing, establishing that they are still having weird conflict and are both too fucking stubborn to do anything about it even tho they hate it desperately
i imagine that will continue for a while
rosita, kelly, carol, maggie, what’s her face with the bad hair, and lydia (i think that’s everyone?) lower down to some army bunker or something, where a bunch of walkers are taking a snooze, and the girls are very respectful of walker naptime, and do their best not to wake them up
obviously they eventually wake up, but i’ll get to that in a sec
as they’re tiptoeing through the walker tulips, there’s this split second where carol spots a machine gun, and looks at maggie with a face like, “can i plzzzz, i am mad horny for that machine gun,” but maggie tells her no. (i 110% expected her to defy orders and accidentally wake up all the walkers, but she actually behaved herself for once. well. mostly)
never fear, tho, after the girl gang collects a bunch of MREs they go back to wait for the dudes waiting up top to pull them up, and bc men ruin everything, one of the ropes break, and daryl catches it before it falls, but then a slow motion drop of blood falls on a walker’s face, and just like that, walker naptime is over, and carol uses her bow and arrow for two seconds before she is like “fuck this” and whips out the machine gun
yes, she is super hot using it
yes, daryl watches her do it
anyway, all the other girls get rescued, and carol is about to be pulled up, but bc she is a #girlboss, she first makes a beeline for one more crate full of MREs. daryl covers her while she gets the loot, and when she gets back up top they have another charged moment as carol hands him back his knife
just fuck already, jfc
titles!
cut to alexandria where everything is still not smilestimes
BUT, we do get to see uncle daryl run and hug rj and judith (and dog), and FUCKING HERSHEL JR, LIGHT OF MY LIFE is also there
istg, they could not have casted a better child, i a d o r e him
oh, and some friends of maggie’s show up too, idk
cut to a staff meeting where everyone is like, whomp whomp, we’re all gonna starve to death unless we figure out something quick
cue maggie going, “oh, i know where food is, but it requires me to tell you my tragic backstory, in case anyone didn’t watch my bottle episode”
she tells her dramatic backstory about all her friends getting slaughtered by the reapers for no apparent reason, and then she’s like “anyway, let’s go back there!”
no one thinks it’s a great idea, but a group of people decide to go anyway, including daryl and gabriel. rosita is super pissed that gabriel is going, and carol doesn’t go, probably partly bc it’s a shitty fucking idea, and also bc they have to keep caryl apart bc otherwise they’ll fix their problems ahead of schedule and they won’t be able to drag out the needless angst
daryl looks kind of annoyed that carol doesn’t volunteer to go
bitch, i thought you wanted her to stop putting herself in the line of fire! make up your damn mind!
moving on
cut to a thunderstorm, where, if you look closely, you’ll notice daryl is wearing the STUPIDEST hat i’ve ever seen. just get an umbrella, jfc
for some reason negan is with them, bc ig he knows his way around washington dc, and no one in six years has bothered to figure out how to get around the city and/or get a map, and he is like “hey guys, maybe we shouldn’t try to walk in this fucking hurricane,” and everyone is like “FUCK YOU NEGAN, YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF US!!!”
this will be a common occurrence
but eventually daryl is even like “actually, it’s rly unpleasant out here, and my hat is mad stupid, can we go inside plz?”
so they go inside an old metro station, which is actually a rly cool cinematic choice. i rly like the idea, and they executed it rly well
speaking of executions
there are some fucking RULL CREEPY walkers. idk why they bothered me so badly, but they were what they at first assumed were corpses wrapped up in tarps, but turns out none of them had been properly put down, so they go through killing these rotted bodies that had supposedly been there since The Fall, and it’s very gross and cool
this entire time, btw, negan is like “hey, i know i’m a shitty person, but i have some rational arguments about why we shouldn’t be doing this right now,” and everyone is like, “FUCK YOU NEGAN, YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF US!!!” and he’s just like “god fucking damnit”
(i forgot to mention that at one point, when they’re headed into the metro station, negan is trying to warn ppl of the potential danger, and everyone is ignoring him, and he tries to talk to daryl, and daryl is like “fuck you, you think we’re BUDDIES?” and negan is like “oh, ok, so you’re gonna be like that too? fanfreakingtastic” and it’s very funny)
anyway. a fat monster zombie escapes its tarp at one point, and tries to eat some npc, and negan saves him, again is like “hey, anyone else realize that this is a FUCKING BAD PLAN?”, and everyone is like “we don’t care, you’re still shitty and we’re not listening to you, and you don’t actually care about random npc i would literally not be able to pick out in a lineup bc his face is so generic, you’re not the boss of us!!!”
it’s at this point that negan finally is like, “why am i even here? bc i know how to get around washington dc? do none of you have a map?” and i was like, “right?! that’s what i said!”
it’s then revealed that maggie only brought negan along to murder him under the guise of “oops, he got hurt in the line of duty, it wasn’t my fault,” and daryl has this look on his face that says, “i seriously need to stop hanging out with lethal women bent on revenge bc it’s gonna give me high blood pressure,” and maggie has a badass moment where she points a gun she has for some reason at negan and is like “i have like, one shred of human compassion left inside of me, and if you keep pushing me i will fucking kill you without a second thought, so shut the hell up”
(in her defense, negan had just dropped glenn’s name to purposely antagonize her, which was rude as hell)
(for the record, i’m completely on maggie’s side here, but negan still is right that trapping themselves in a metro station is a bad call)
anyway, moving away from that briefly
i think this jump cut happens sooner, i don’t actually remember, but whatever who cares, point is, we get to the part of the show that actually matters, and that’s anything involving my love, juanita “princess” sanchez
and also eugene, yumiko, and ezekiel
they are being asked increasingly invasive questions by commonwealth ppl, some of which i wish they actually would of answered (what do they use to wipe their asses with?? surely toilet paper has long since become extinct)
zeke, who is so much more tolerable as a character now that he’s not larping as a king, has this incredibly weird and sort of sexually charged moment with a dude in an orange stormtrooper costume, where he’s like, “i bet you were an asshole cop back before The Fall, you stupid fascist, #fuckthepolice, mb literally? idk, this moment has a lot of pent up aggression that could easily translate to hate sex, it might just be the intense eye contact, but w/e, let’s just move along,” and then he has a coughing fit to remind the audience that he’s currently dying of cancer, and orange stormtrooper is like “lolz, loser, drink some water you dumb piece of shit”
cut to the wholesome foursome sitting at a picnic table in a guarded courtyard eating gruel, and yumkio, who finally has a personality, and princess are like “hey, this place fucking sucks, can we leave?” and zeke is like, “yeah, i met this orange stormtrooper who i think might be dtf and/or murder, so we should probably bounce”
but eugene is like, “but i want some hot stephanie ass, and also some bullshit excuse about how mb commonewealth will save alexandria” which, they left before things went super downhill, right? idr. it was after hilltop fell, but they don’t know alexandria got fucked either, if i recall? w/e, not important
two seconds after he says this, they talk to some people who are like “we’ve been here for four months, or maybe it’s been nine, i don’t actually remember, i’ve stopped processing the passage of time,” and the wholesome foursome takes this as a bad sign, tho that’s just the life i’ve lived as a night worker during a pandemic, so i was like #mood
but then they watch some guy get dragged away screaming to get “reprocessed” and eugene is like “ok, nvm, let’s bounce”
(my theory on what “reprocessing” is, is that they’re stuck in a room and have to watch hours and hours of customer service training videos on vhs from the 90s)
i definitely got my jump cut scenes mixed up bc i think the negan accusing maggie of a murder plot thing happened in between this scene and then the next commonwealth scene, but w/e, i’ll just finish what happens in the commonwealth arch
the wholesome foursome are trying to hatch a plan to escape, except princess, my love, is distracted watching some stormtroopers flirt, and the other three are like “wtf, dude, how can you even tell any of them apart?” and princess then tells them every stormtroopers backstory bc she is brilliant and pays rly close attention to shit, and the other three are like, “this is useful information, thank you for being an insane person”
their plan involves yumiko and eugene dressing up as stormtroopers and leading princess and zeke out of the place, which works fine actually, except on their way out they come across the Depressing Wall of Probably Mostly Dead Missing Loved Ones
they’re about to leave, when princess is like, “wait, yumiko, you’re on here, that’s weird huh?”
sure enough, yumiko is on the wall, with a note from ig her sister
the scene ends with yumiko going, “guys...i can’t leave...i have tragic backstory to unveil”
tragic backstory to be continued ig
back in murder metro town, npc and some other npc have stolen all the supplies, there’s a train blocking the track, and a horde of walkers are coming towards them, so things are not going fantastic
they horde is too big to take down, so they start to climb on top of the train car to get away
but dog runs away!
and daryl, being every pet owner ever, is like “gotta go get my dog, guys, try not to get killed while i’m gone, c u soon!” and he ducks under the train and disappears
#priorities
the episode ends with maggie climbing up the train car but getting grabbed by a walker and dangling off the edge, and negan is there and they have a lion king moment where maggie is like, “scar! help me!” and negan is like “long live the king, bitch” and walks away into the shadows, leaving maggie to a potential death
which, while i know isn’t actually going to happen, would be a really fucking funny move on the writers’ part
like, “look, lauren’s back! and now she’s dead, bet you didn’t expect that!”
anyway
my assumption is negan will actually end up helping her up or something, continuing his ambiguous morality bullshit that actually isn’t ambiguous bc he BEAT GLENN TO DEATH WITH A FUCKING BAT WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE IN FRONT OF HIS PREGNANT WIFE
the maggie/negan arch is kind of dumb, but whatevs, i’ll tolerate it, as long as my boy glenn gets justice in the end
anyway, cue credits!
final assessment: good episode. i’m much more interested in commonwealth than the reapers, tho i am hoping that daryl’s personality-less ex turns out to be a monster killing machine with no conscience, that’ll be fun. princess is a gift from god. hershel jr needs his own tv show. needs more carol (and caryl)
the end! going back into my walking dead free chamber! see you next episode!
-diz
#i didn't mean to recap the entire fucking episode lol#sorry#it's to make up for my lack of content lately#or something#anyway#caryl#twd s11ep1#twd s11 spoilers#dunlap tp
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Enough For You
WARNING: PLEASE READ A/N AT END! sorry if this fic sucks, it’s my first one lolz. This is more leaned to a fem!reader. It also has a bit dream x reader but the main focus is awesamdude! Enjoy :D
I wore makeup when we dated
'Cause I thought you'd like me more
Being with Clay should’ve made me feel loved. He was tall, funny, smart, and somehow knew how to put a smile on everyone’s face with his laughter booming in any room he was in. I don’t know where it all went wrong and why I couldn’t fix it.
“___” He said. I looked up from my phone. He moved his head off my lap and sat up straight and shoved his phone up to my face, “___” He started again, “Do you think she’s pretty?” I looked at the photo he had pulled up, it was some girl I was unfamiliar with, “Yeah, I guess” I said while looking away from his phone and trying to go back to the game I was on. “Do you like her style?” He slowly moved his phone away from my face. “Yeah, it's nice” I wasn’t sure why he was asking me this about some girl on the internet. “ I like her style too, maybe she can give you some inspiration to maybe try to look decent.”
‘What the hell does that mean?’ I shifted more away from him subtly, “What’s wrong with how I dress now?” I asked. He shrugged his shoulders, “I just think you could try to at least look more put together when we go out.” I turn my eyes down away from him now absorbed in my thoughts. Did he really just say that? He got up and stretched out his arms, “Alright, well, I’m gonna get going, I gotta meet the guys in 10 minutes.” “But I thought tonight was gonna be our movie night?” I got up and crossed my arms while following him towards the door. “Come on, ___, We’ll do it another night” He quickly put on his jacket and bent down and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “See ya.”
The next second, you were gone
And you left me there cryin', wonderin' what I did wrong
I knew I shouldn’t have come to the event. Seeing him there felt like I was drowning. His arm was wrapped around the same girl that was on his phone that night. She was beautiful, her hand found itself clinging onto his bicep, her laugh was even perfect. I had cried for the past few weeks and here he was, having a blast with the pretty girl in his arms and his boys beaming up at him.
“___.” I turned around quickly and saw it was Sam. His signature smile was beaming at me and he had a red solo cup in his left hand and his right was in the air waving towards me. I quickly try to force a smile upon my face as he approaches me.
“Hey Sam, Happy Birthday” I said while giving him his gift and giving him a side hug. “I didn’t think you were gonna show” He said while wrapping his hand around my shoulders and moving us back into the house.
“Well you’re my best friend Sam, even Clay couldn’t make me miss this.” His hand slowly moves away from its place on my shoulders.
“Hey, I’m sorry about that, it’s just he’s also my friend and I did-” I quickly cut Sam off with the wave of my hand and set my gift down on the island countertop.
“Sam, really it’s fine. It’s been 3 weeks okay, I’m fine, I just want to celebrate you and your birthday today.” Sam looks down at me and sets his solo cup down. I look away from him and towards the window’s that give us a view of the party outside.
“He’s a dick, ___. You didn’t deserve him.” Sam says while reaching out to interlock our fingers. I look up at him, tears making their way to my eyes.
“I just wanted to be enough for him” I say while a quiet sob comes out of me. I quickly find myself trapped in Sam’s hold. It felt nice being held like this, it was different from Clay’s hold. Sam was stroking my hair and giving my shoulder a small gentle squeeze. I felt secure like nothing could hurt me again.
‘Cause someday I'll be everything to somebody else
And they'll think that I am so exciting
And you'll be the one who's crying
It’s been a clean 2 months since Clay and I called it quits. I’ve found myself going out more with Sam. He was nice to be around. He always found a way to put a smile on my face even when I was sobbing my eyes out to Taylor Swift. He sat down and watched the Twilight Saga movies on repeat with me and didn’t complain once. Sam made me feel things, things I never felt with Clay. I didn’t know how to deal with these emotions and I didn’t feel like rushing anything anytime soon.
“Hey ___, I forgot the bananas but I hope strawberries can be sufficient enough for your ice cream” Sam’s voice booms in my apartment. I quickly got out of my room and met him in the kitchen.
“Thank you again, Sam. You really don’t need to do this for me. Or anything really.” I say with my arms crossed and slowly moving towards the groceries to put them away.
Sam laughs and helps take things out of the bag. “___, If you asked me to get rid of the sun because it was bothering you, I would.” I laugh at the thought of Sam trying to get rid of the sun. He stops and looks at me,
“_____, I’m serious. I’d do anything for you.” I stopped at what I was doing and looked at him.
“What” I said softly. He moves towards me, replacing the yogurt that was in my hands and sets it down gently while grabbing both of my hands.
“___, These past few months I’ve tried so hard not to fall for you, but I can’t. You don’t have to say anything but I like you. A lot. I love the way you never get tired of watching those movies, the way you scrunch your nose while looking at the street cats we pass by on our walks, or the way you compliment people even if they tell you to shut up.”
I look down at our hands, “Sam, I like you too, but-”
He looks away from my eyes and slowly lets go, “Ah, fuck, I screwed it all up”
I grab his hands again, “BUT, I want to take this slow. Sam, you are the only thing in my life that has stayed consistent and I can’t lose that.”
He looks back at me and smiles. “I can go slow” I scrunch my nose up at him and smile.
No, nothing's enough for you
Sam and I finally committed to a full relationship. It only took us 5 months but, we were happy, no, WE ARE happy. I was not only enough for Sam, but I was enough for myself. Clay still tries to contact me, but I realized no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t fix him, only he can do that. I’m perfectly satisfied with my life and I can only hope he’s satisfied with his life too.
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A/N: AHHHHHHH my first fic! I’m so nervous on how everyone is going to react, this is based off the song ‘Enough For You” by Olivia Rodrigo. Wow, my first fic and its also a song fic. Let’s see how long it will take me to archive this post ahhhhhhhh! Also sorry but the fic has more of a lean to a fem!reader, I’ll try hard to make gn!reader but I don’t want to overstep my boundaries if it makes anyone uncomfortable!! I also don’t know if I overstepped any dsmp member boundaries, I tried my best not to do anything controversial.
#dsmp x reader#awesamedude x reader#dream x reader#mcyt x y/n#mcyt x reader#mcyt#dream smp#dream smp x reader#enough for you#song fic#sour by olivia rodrigo
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Blue Monday
(this should be sorta short, at least shorter than the last one i posted hopefully 👀 also wow this is my second completed piece, 2 in 1 day babyyy)
inspired by a dream i had lolz
How does it feel
To treat me like you do?
When you've laid your hands upon me
And told me who you are?
Trevor never really liked the 1980s. It wasn’t until the near end of the decade that he began shifting his view on things around him. One thing he knew though was that he never really liked the generic pop music that was churned out constantly. Hearing hits on the radio didn’t do much for him, except maybe a headache from the earworm-like tunes. People like him didn’t exactly flock to the discotheque. When he met Michael though, he had been forced to listen to all types of 80s music. He was rather fond early 80s pop rock (aka that shit labeled “new wave” or whatever the fuck) whereas Trevor liked late 70s hardcore punk. They had discussed their taste in music a long while ago, so Michael almost fainted from shock upon learning Trevor’s dislike for the 80s, music and all. The two had been listening to some random station in Trevor’s truck when the topic was brought up.
“What?! The 80s’re golden, man! Ain’t nothin’ like it!”
Trevor merely scoffed at his flustered demeanor.
“Yeah, well for me it’s been shit. At least up until now, I guess.”
“Dude, I gotta give you some song recs-“
“Ehh you don’t gotta do that-“
“No, I do! Tell you what. I’ll make you a mixtape with some of the best songs I know that I think you’ll like.”
“Ugh.. fine.”
Trevor kicked up his feet as another song played on the radio, some Queen song Michael was really into. He told Trevor that Queen was one of his favorite bands, relaying to him about the first time he saw them in concert. He gave him a soft smile in return, watching how passionate Michael was about his interests.
“Listen, next time I see ya I’ll have the tape ready. You said you were into punk or something right?”
Trevor felt his heart flutter faintly. He didn’t think Michael would remember that.
“Uh.. yeah. You didn’t forget?”
“Of course not man, I ain’t some jerk who don’t listen to what you gotta say.”
He felt heat creeping onto his cheeks, choosing to look straight ahead so he wouldn’t have to look into Michael’s eyes.
“Cool, cool. Thanks.”
“Of course.”
The two sat and chatted for a little while longer, with Michael talking to him about his favorite movies or whatever song that came on that he knew by heart. Trevor felt warm around him, especially whenever Michael carried himself in conversation with all the confidence a person could have.
The next time they met, he handed Trevor the cassette. He placed it in his palm with both hands, eyes glimmering at him with a childlike sort of glee.
“I really hope you like it, T.”
The contact made him feel warm again, but it was slowly approaching an uncomfortable heat. He pulled his hand back, looking over the cassette. On a piece of masking tape, relatively neat handwriting read “Songs 4 T” with a small smiley face on the side. He looked back up at Michael, who was bashfully glancing to the side and scratching the back of his head.
“I uh… I wasn’t sure what to label it but it’s yours so.. yeah.”
Trevor grinned lopsidedly at him, and he thought it was sort of cute how meek he became.
“I appreciate this Mikey. Thanks.”
“Yeah, yeah. You don’t gotta thank me though, I just figure you need some taste in your life for once.”
“Hey, fuck you. Punk rock happens to be very uplifting.”
“Oh I’m sure it is T, with all the screaming and whatnot.”
The two of them chuckled and parted ways. Shortly after leaving, Trevor suddenly realized he didn’t have a walkman or anything like that to play it on. He’d have to either buy one, or shake some random civilian down and steal it. He shrugged, thinking to himself that the latter could wait for another day. He had enough money to buy one.
When he heard the unfamiliar beat start on the cassette tape, he was immediately hooked. He wasn’t expecting Michael to be into that true new wave synth pop music. He thought that he just stuck to his regular pop rock like Queen and other artists like them. The steady beat and wonky noises that filled his ears caused him to be enamored with the sound. The post-punk vibe resonated with him, feeling himself basically melt into the music. Michael remembered.
I thought I was mistaken
I thought I heard your words
Tell me how do I feel?
Tell me now, how do I feel?
The rest of the tape was satisfactory, with Trevor underestimating how superb Michael’s taste in music was. He didn’t expect to like a single song, plotting a lie in advance if Michael asked him what he thought of the tape. His favorite song was definitely the first one that played. He knew he’d have to ask Michael what song it was the next time they hung out.
“Blue Monday. New Order. Used to be Joy Division before one of the members passed?”
Trevor had liked Joy Division. He didn’t know that they had rebranded themselves for a different type of sound under a new name.
“The tape didn’t suck to be honest. Liked the sound.”
Michael beamed at him. Trevor felt the same warmth again.
“Good. I was ah.. hoping you would.”
Trevor would go on to cherish the tape, listening to “Blue Monday” over and over. He eventually went out and got some New Order cassettes to have for his walkman, and courtesy of Michael, got a few more mixtapes with artists ranging from Bruce Springsteen to Prince. He would always love the one labeled “Songs 4 T”, making sure to never lose it.
//20 something years later…
Trevor had been driving around in his now-beat up truck when he heard it. He had left on Michael’s favorite radio station, forgetting to change it.
“Coming up next, New Order’s Blue Monday-“
He wondered why the name sounded so familiar, until he heard the opening beat play. He sat in shock at the sound, memories flooding back to him. It was like he was launched into the late 80s, to when him and Michael were just getting to know each other. He cranked the volume as high as it could go, turning a couple heads in the process. He sped up, flying through a red light at a relatively empty intersection. He had several cars honk at him, and a few profanities thrown his way but he didn’t care. He felt like he was floating, the words coming back to him twice as hard.
I see a ship in the harbour
I can and shall obey
But, if it wasn't for your misfortune
I'd be a heavenly person today
He wondered a lot about who he’d be today if Michael never faked his death. He thought about it again hearing the words pour out of his blown out speakers. It only made him press harder on the pedal, coasting down the Grand Senora Freeway. He shut his eyes briefly, trying to relive the first time he heard the song. It reminded him of what he thought was a better time, taking him back to when he first recognized those feelings he had for his partner. The familiar warmth flowing through him.
I thought I told you to leave me
While I walked down to the beach
Tell me how does it feel
When your heart grows cold?
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i'm curious, what are your top 10 favorite rinharu moments in high speed and high speed 2?? i love the books. i don't understand why people say is impossible to ship rinharu if you read them...
Lmao who are those “people”? As in multiple? And are they from Mars? I do not get this. You cannot be serious. You probably meant “impossible not to ship”?
I don’t know about top ten, I love all of their interractions tbh, they just remind me of my fav type of romance in general. I know what are my top 5 I think, but after that I love everything, so it’s hard to rate.
1. My absolutely favorite moment will forever be the one, where Rin describes the way he sees Haru in the water, I’m seriously forever in awe, because, I’ve read a lot of books, and like... even period dramas got nothing on Rin Matsuoka, when he describes the love of his life. I mean, seriously, find yourself a person who sees you the way Rin sees Haru lol
Rin felt like he was touched by the light, that surrounded him with warmth. He turned around to see Haruka, who was glowing. Shining. Haruka was shining with every strong and confident stroke that he made. The outstanding energy, emitted from him, surrounded Haruka with the dazzling light and Rin froze, unable to look away. Rin’s heart was beating so hard in his chest, that he forgot how to breathe. Haruka stole his heart. And the further away he got from him, the more distance grew between them, the more uneasy Rin felt, like he was losing the control over his emotions. He was possesed by Haruka’s shining. His strokes looked as if he was hugging the water, his leg movements were so effortless and so elegant, as if water herself was moving him to the finish line. But in all these deceptively smooth and unhurried motions were so much strength and power and such incredible speed, that all his opponents didn’t stand a chance. His swimming was that transcendent reality. He was like a bird dancing in the sky with its wings spread wide.”
Dude... I’m like... still speechless. I mean, and not just this, but everytime Rin talks about Haru, even when he jokes about his stupid habbits, you still feel that he finds him so beautiful, inside and outside, that it just makes my heart melt.
2. When Aki tells Rin that if you put him and Haru together, you get a perfection.
“That guy has no sense of humor. He should learn by watching me, don't you think?" Rin joked lightly.
Aki laughed a bit at his words. "It's true. Add the two of you together and divide by two, and it would be perfect."
But I mainly love that moment, because like... Aki starts telling him, that Haru is not what he's pretending to be (like for some idiots in the fandom who call him selfish, that was the explanation for them xD) and how everyone always want something from him, and he never asks for anything in return and doesn’t have anyone to lean on (yup that’s what I said all along, too, with Makoto’s dumb behavior in difficult situations, he’s on his own there lmao). And she waits for Rin to deny it or like be surprised, but it turned out that that’s exactly how Rin sees him and that he cracked him from the very beginning. BTW, here’s your addition to the ask about Rin loving Haru for who he is and seeing him for who he is. I’m just in love with that moment, because I’m happy that he just... not only he knows him, but bc he’s not one of those many idiots who just don’t get it.
"Nanase-kun seems like he can do anything all by himself, doesn't he? He's good at studying and sports and even art. He really can do anything, right? That's why everyone relies on him, but it would really be something for Nanase-kun to rely on anyone, wouldn't it?"
Rin certainly thought this was true. He had only just transferred, but the image that Rin had of Haruka was exactly that. But even if Haruka didn't have the will to go out and get involved with other people on his own, it wasn't like he was completely isolated. On the contrary, he was considered the most reliable person in their class, and when people relied on him, he always did his best to meet their expectations. This was the strange balance that people around Haruka had to maintain.
3. The one when Haru calls Rin by his name for the first time. And I honestly for some reason didn’t even realize that this moment was in the anime until my 3rd rewatch (lol), but, man, little Rin’s reaction is the most adorable ever. I cry.
4. When Gou meets Haru for the first time and immediately goes “ah so you’re Haruka Nanase, the one, who my brother talks about 24/7...‘Nanase is so cool, Nananse is so fast!’” and Rin just goes red lmfaaaaaooooo.
5. When Haru says that he feels the fever running through his body each time he just sees Rin, but he doesn’t understand what it means... ahem.... OH WELL
6. When Rin tells them he’s leaving and Haru gets absolutely furious and calls him a selfish jerk, but then he feels his legs giving out and he thinks that he needs to be in the water, but then he realizes, that for the first time in his life it won’t save him and he’s so lost and fucking crushed. "you can’t just mess up my whole life and leave me like that” and “this can’t be true, I can’t be this weak.” aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa fucking hellish angst... that mix of emotions was seriously hideous, at first he was so confused and in denial, he couldn’t even think, he literally went “who is leaving?” and then it just all blew up. Poor baby.
7. Just all the little moments, when Rin notices everything Haru does and falls in love a bit more each time. Like when Haru slowed down, when he saw that Nagisa is having troubles of keeping up with him.
Nagisa was earnestly trying to keep up with Haruka. If he kept up that pace, he wouldn't be able to run next to Haruka for the whole trip. That was how it had been yesterday. Nagisa's breath was coming short, and when Haruka saw him slow down a pace, he lightly turned his eyes downward. I guess that's as far as he goes.
A sigh mixed with Haruka's long breaths. Then, by just a tiny increment, Haruka let his pace slacken.
"Oh?" Rin said quietly. Haruka could almost hear him saying "You're so nice, Nanase," and he tsked inwardly. Nagisa caught up to him, smiling as if it hurt a bit. It looked like he'd lost the energy to keep talking.
Just cute, and they watched each other all the time, it’d be a bitch to count each one, but god, all of them were cute.
8. All the moments of Haru pulling Rin’s pigtails... hilarious, especially the RinRin one, but the funniest and my favorite was when Nagisa turned to Haru to ask him for a permision to call Rin Rin-Rin, like... all the rights to Rin belong to Haru and vice versa lmao I agree. “I’ll allow it” lolz shut it, Haru.
9. This moment: “Something happened inside of him that made Haruka incredibly angry, he was so pissed, that he didn’t even want to swim anymore. To think that someone like Rin could make him feel such powerful swirl of emotions and make him such a mess... he felt disgusted with himself.” Yeah, Haru, love is dat bitch when you’re 13 lol
10. The one where Haru whispers “sorry for making you feel that way” to Rin? The one where Rin’s grandma doesn’t want to go to see the relay, but then she suddenly does, when she finds out that her grandson’s future husband is in it? The “he at that moment realized that the only thing Rin was concerned about was Haruka” one? I don’t fucking know, you pick haha ANY MOMENT, ALL THE MOMENTS XD
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BUT in all seriousness, I do not get how you can love Makoharu after the novels. Like do people just ignore these moments:
“Haru waved Makoto off like an annoying fly”, “feeling annoyed by his obnoxious care, Haruka went right past him”, “feeling like Makoto’s smile could turn into tears any second now, Haru turned away and went to the showers” (fuck this shit I’m out lmao), “complitely ignoring him, Haru kept walking”.
??????? is this... does anyone find this amazing??????!!!!!!!!!!!
Or when Haru was literally fucking losing it, cause Makoto just repeated everything after him and how he just lost all the respect in that moment.
“I feel like I should also get into running.” Makoto said it as it was a joke, but Haru knew for sure that it wasn’t. More than that, he knew, that Makoto was going to ask him that ever since the moment he found out that Haru was running this morning. Haruka fel annoyed, because he couldn’t find the excuse to refuse him.
Or this moment:
“Makoto was late and Haruka didn’t have any reasons to wait for him. Makoto can catch up with him on the way, they’ll meet at the swimming club either way. For both of them it’ll be better, if Haru went by himself, than stood there and waited Makoto, slowly losing his temper.”
“Haruka felt uncomfortable, cause Makoto looked at him, as if was a weak”
Or this:
"Did you know I was going to come out here?" Even though he knew it was impossible, Makoto couldn't stop himself from asking.
"Nope."
"Then, why…" are you standing in a place like this?
"Watching the sunset."
and I can go on and on and on
and the fishies... oh my fucking god, the fishies
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I’m just saying, all these moments are not even funny. My point in all this, that like no matter how much Haru loves Makoto as a friend... or got used to him is what I personally think, I don’t think he’s ever gonna idk how to say this... respect him as a human being? admire him? And this whole situation... I just can’t appreciate such kind of relationships even in a friends way.
1stly because Makoto’s behavior in general makes me have war flashbacks to some of my real life experiences (and yeah, I confess, it affected me and that’s why I don’t like his character a lot; because I don’t think many people know what it’s like to deal with these kind of people in general). 2ndly, cause Makoto fans keep trashing Haru and many call him selfish bc of the way he treats him, but what they don’t understand is that if it wasn’t for Haru being this harsh, Makoto would literally became even doormat-y than he is now (yes, it’s possible lmao).
P.S. my favorite in the novels tbh is all the Haru “I’m surrounded by idiots” moments, like when they started to dig the frozen soil with little scrapes and he was looking at them like they’re morons and then just silently walked away and came back with a giant shovel... “if you keep doing this with your tiny scoopers, we’re gonna be here all night” and they then they just watched him as he did everything himself LMFAO I just love him so freaking much. I also think his relationship with Nagisa are incredible and so underrated, since it’s a huge and incredible part of the books. I just keep saying, Haru’d be an amazing dad, so I can’t wait for him and Rin to adopt xD
P.P.S. And what about the Free! novelization????!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAA
#answered#anonymous#rinharu#harurin#Free!#free! iwatobi swim club#free#rin matsuoka#nanase haruka#sharkbait#Haru x Rin#rin x haru#did i not get something? wasn't the high speed a horrible thing for mh?#cause it seemed like that to me
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an angsty blurb, if you will. this was a tough one to write but i’m sad so imma make y’all sad with me :) also, it was not at all supposed to be this long but i suppose i got carried away lolz. and happy thanksgiving for all of you that celebrate *nose boops*
she wanted to cry. that’s all she wanted to do lately, was lay in bed, staring at the ceiling or the wall or the window while she just cried.
nothing was how it used to be. she used to be a very happy person, but life got in the way. it sucked, because she usually laughed in life’s face and made her own path. but not anymore. now, she wanted to apologize for never listening and for thinking she knew what she was doing.
as a college student, life is already pretty tough. that was a given because, obviously, it was the college life. life was gonna throw curveballs left and right and you’d have to be able to catch them.
and she usually did.
but, with graduation approaching, she felt this unbearable weight on her shoulders she couldn’t seem to shake. maybe it was because she was seeing less and less of her boyfriend, or because her mother stopped talking to her, or because her father was never actually in the picture, or because the people she thought were here friends turned out to be backstabbing assholes, or because she was failing two classes that she needed to complete her psychology studies to avoid going another semester.
of course, those could be the problems, or maybe she was just getting her period early.
the only thing she really cared about right now was cuddling up to her boyfriend, and hoping he would take away her worries. but, how could she do that when he was never around?
it was the weekend and he promised to come to hers as a nice little vacation, just them two and no one else all weekend.
he lied.
it was half past nine on a saturday night and he hadn’t even so much as called her all day. clearly he forgot and y/n was just about fed up.
she had no one right now, and she figured she at least had him to keep her company while the world was crashing down on her. but she didn’t have anyone and this was where y/n decided to draw the line.
it wasn’t like he had anywhere important to be this night. in all fairness he had a few friends like her, and was just as busy with the pending graduation in their future. he had no reason to not be with her right now, but alas he felt otherwise. and y/n didn’t need this stress anymore. it wasn’t uncommon for him to forget coming over or texting or calling her nowadays. school was always his excuse, but she just thinks it’s because he’s tired of her and he doesn’t know how to break the news to her.
two years of a relationship was simply thrown down the drain because he couldn’t be bothered anymore. maybe he was actually with a new girl right this second, but y/n didn’t have the energy to try and investigate. she didn’t have the energy to even care at this point. so, she had it set in her mind to not care and to just end things with him before he could with her. because at least she’d feel a little bit stronger in the end.
so, when another hour went by without a text or a call, and she had finished all of the chinese food she ordered for two and half of the movies she set out to watch for the night, she figured it was time to ring him up.
it took a while for him to answer, and just when she was going to hang up, y/n heard the familiar voice that used to give her butterflies. “hello?”
“harry?” she could hardly hear him with the loud music blaring in the background. y/n had to scoff because of course the reason he dipped on her was to party it up wherever.
“uh– hold on one second!” and then a few moments later the loud music ceased in the background, and it was just the two of them, like she had hoped.
“hey, what’s up?” he questioned like he was completely surprised to hear from her.
“i assume you forgot about this weekend then,” y/n murmured as she tried to hold back the tears that began to edge her waterline.
there was a moment of silence as harry pondered over what his girlfriend could mean. “this week– oh, shit. baby, listen–”
“a party? really?”
“the guys were hounding me to go! i’m so sorry i forgot, i’ll be over first thing in the morning,” he tried to reconcile, but there was no point. this was beyond a fix.
“you didn’t have to go,” y/n hissed, slowly getting more and more pissed off at the sound of his voice.
“it was a tough week this week, i figured i could let loose, if that’s okay with you.” normally y/n was pretty easy going with things, not necessarily letting people walk over her, but she never thought too deeply into things, especially like this. she knows he’s allowed to have a life outside of her, but it annoys her that she’s hardly even been in his life lately. so no, it really wasn’t okay with her.
“and i figured you could let loose with me. that was the whole point of promising to spend time together, so we could be together and deal with our shitty weeks together.”
“y’know, i apologized, i don’t know what else you really want from me,” he spat.
i just want you here with me, she thought.
“i don’t really know what i want from you either.”
“i’m not talking about this anymore. i’m sorry, i’ll make it up to you tomorrow but i can’t talk about it right now.”
“then i can’t be with you anymore.”
then there was a deafening silence that y/n hated so much. but she had to, because life sucked lately and he was very much part of that. if she could gain back her happiness, this was a start.
being with harry felt more like a job than a relationship, and proved to be more stressful than her actual job and school combined.
what kind of relationship feels like that? a shitty one.
she doesn’t know how long there was no words spoken between one another. it was probably around thirty seconds but it felt more like a lifetime. and if he didn’t say something quick, she was going to hang up.
and as much y/n prayed harry would just concede and make this process a lot less difficult, she also prayed deep down that he would fight for her. because if he fought, then that would mean he still cared for her, maybe a tenth as much as she cared for him.
when he finally spoke up, the tears in her eyes finally broke past the dam. “y/n. . . what’re you saying right now?”
“i think you heard me,” she responded as coldly as she could without giving away that she was a sobbing mess.
“baby–”
“harry, you forgot we had plans this weekend. you’re always forgetting and i just– i’m so tired,” she whispered the end, covering her mouth as a pretty loud cry escaped past her lips.
“you could at least have the fucking decency to do this in person,” he snarled back at her.
“how could i?! you’re never around anymore!” she shouted over the phone.
and then he hung up the phone on her.
and instead of feeling a weight lifted off her shoulders, y/n felt as though gravity had grown stronger, wanting to swallow her down through the ground and put her out of her misery.
she sobbed into her hands, gasping for breath every so often because she was so busy crying she forgot to intake air. she sat on her couch for an hour, letting out all of her pent up sadness from the past few months, wishing she could go back to how things used to be, when she was living her best life.
then a pounding on her front door sounded throughout her small apartment, shocking her from her fetal position instantly. she knew it was harry, but she hardly had the energy to move from her spot in her despair.
she ignored him but he just continued to knock and knock and knock until she would answer. she didn’t want to face him, especially looking like this because she knew seeing his face would just make things worse.
“y/n open this goddamn door before i break it down!” he screamed through the wood. realizing her neighbors were bound to venture out in the hall soon to wonder what was happening or to shut him up, y/n practically ran to her door to get him to stop his shouting.
quickly wiping at her eyes, as if that would help her at all, she opened the door and saw his pretty face and she nearly broke down again right there. but she had to stay strong because this was her idea. she was brave enough to spew those words to him, she had to stay brave to go through with it.
harry had a hard look on his face, as expected, but the second he saw his girl, puffy eyed, red nose, red cheeks, and shaky hands, his heart broke. he should remain mad because who was she to break up with him like that, but he knew she was right.
he was hardly around anymore, and it wasn’t on purpose, it was just the way his schedule worked. but he figured she was okay with it and that she would understand so he never took the time to explain himself. but if he wanted to keep her, he would have to do just that.
he couldn’t imagine his life without her, because she was everything he ever wanted out of a girlfriend. yeah, they were young and he shouldn’t be thinking of her as his wife just yet, but she was the perfect girlfriend, and he hated that he took advantage of that.
not even bothering to shut the door after him, y/n turned and walked back over to her couch, figuring he would just close it anyway after he stepped inside.
“we need to talk,” he started, making his way over to her and sitting on the opposite end of the couch.
“you think?” she scoffed, pulling her pillow closer to her chest.
he had the urge to roll his eyes at her harshness, but refrained himself from doing so. “look. . . i know, trust me i know i’ve been a horrible boyfriend lately. i never meant for things to turn out this way and i do take responsibility for it because i know you put in a lot of effort lately and i don’t know how to explain it but–”
“well you better figure that out then.”
he bit his lip, getting angrier at her coldness. “but the best way i can explain it is that i knew you would always be there no matter what. i took your patience and your kindness for granted, and i’m sorry.”
y/n looked at him with a blank stare, waiting for a better apology than that. she still couldn’t just cave then and there because not only was it a weak attempt at her forgiveness, but because it seemed so insincere. “is that all you have to say to me?”
“no. i love you so much, more than i can even fathom. you mean so much to me, and i’ll do whatever it takes for you to stay by my side, honestly. i’ll give you your space if you need it, i’ll tell you i love you as many times as you need it, the same for i’m sorry. please, baby, i love you,” he reached forward and took her hands in his, and her cool ones were a major contrast to his warm ones.
she let out a quiet cry as she leaned her head down on his shoulder, taking in the soft scent of his cologne.
she was going to cave. she knew she’d never be able to go through with breaking up with him the second he’d spew out some bullshit apology. but she just loved him so much and he was the only person in her life who seemed to give a shit about her lately.
so she caved. “space from you is the last thing i want,” she murmured as she crawled into his lap, really embracing him as she continued to cry in his chest. he gently caressed her back, giving her all the time she needed to let it all out.
“all i needed was you and i would be okay. you’re all i wanted and you weren’t here. i’ve had the worst few months and you weren’t here to help me through it,” she ranted while she sobbed, gripping at his shirt tightly.
he murmured ‘i’m sorry’ over and over into her hair, his own eyes swelling with tears as she continued to just cry.
“i’m here now, you can talk to me now. i’m all yours for however long you want me, love.”
then she hugged him closer and looked up into his eyes before planting the softest, yet most meaningful kiss upon his lips.
maybe things would be okay again.
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My Cockles Crack Masterpost:
Hello, yes, did any of you need a little pick-me-up? I know I do. So I’ve collected for you all most of the Cockles crack that I’ve written. I left off collaborative pieces of crack and ones attached to long gifsets. But all the text posts (especially “Jensen vs. Jensen’s brain”) are all there. I’ll drop a cut somewhere since this baby is long but I hope you all enjoy.
LONG LIVE TEAM DUMPSTER MANSION!!!
Dabb: So, let’s have AU Cas.
SPN writers: Cool. Why don’t we ask Misha to do one of his accents?
Jensen: *flings door open* *pants* AM I TOO LATE?! DID I MISS IT?!
BONUS alternative by @postmodernmulticoloredcloak:
Dabb: So, let’s have AU Cas.
Everyone: …
Jensen: *starts vibrating at a very high frequency*
Misha: …okay I’ll do an accent
Isn’t it so weird that none of Jensen’s kids look like Misha?
Jensen is CONSTANTLY hosting his own episodes of Queer Eye and every one is about Misha.
[Below the cut]
Jensen: *looks up suddenly and stares into the middle distance* *vibrates at a high frequency*
Danneel: What is it, babe?
Jensen: Somewhere…Misha is doing an accent. Badly. He’s doing it badly, but he’s still doing it.
Danneel: You’ve gotta go!
Jensen: You’re right, I’ve gotta go!
Somewhere in Austin a high-pitched whistle blows.
Jensen, holding his ears and running into the kitchen: Alright, alright! What?!
Danneel, points wordlessly at laptop screen where this is displayed.
Jensen: Oh no.
Danneel, accusatory: I thought you HID those!
Jensen: I did! *pause* Why would he look in my dirty laundry anyway?
*Danneel stares*
Jensen: Oh right. I guess he needed something to wear.
Danneel: Pretty dumb, babe.
Jensen: Hmmm…yeah. *pause, then, hopeful* I guess we couldn’t fly to Hawaii to get them, right? *pause* No, no of course not. *mumbles* Damn shorts.
Text convo, probably:
Jensen: mish miss you. send me a pic.
Misha: *photo of something random like an interesting leaf*
Jensen: no, i mean like i MISS you miss you. send a pic of you.
Misha: *photo of his foot*
Jensen: oh for fuck’s sake! *posts flex meme and tags misha in it*
Jensen: there now it’s public you have to do it. and you can fuck off.
Misha: *sends dick pic*
Me: god Misha has the perfect jawline. Not that it matters.
Lizard brain: lick it
Me: yes, yes if I actually had a real relationship with him that would be well and good but…
Lizard brain: LICKIT
Me: yes, yes I heard you but what’s crucial is that Misha is one of the very best humans out there not that he has the stubbled and chiseled jawline of a Greek god so I really think we should focus on…
Jensen (in the distance): oh my God! it doesn’t have to be a choice, dummy!! L I CK IT!!
Jensen’s brain: It’s Misha’s birthday. We love Misha. Say it.
Jensen: No. We are in public. I am just going to call him “the man” and post a cute pic of us in matching outfits.
Jensen’s brain: NOOOOOO…SAYITSAYITSAYITWELOVEHIMSAYIT
Jensen: God fine ok…but I’m using an emoji not words.
Jensen’s brain: Acceptable.
Jensen: And also I’m going to add “bro”.
Jensen’s brain: …. 😒
Jensen: So now no one will ever know.
Jensen’s brain: 🙄
(About this mess right here)
Jensen’s brain: hold his hand
Jensen: NO it will look gay!
Jensen’s brain: but…you are gay for each other? so who cares?
Jensen: Yes, but we can’t LOOK gay ok? So just shake hands.
Jensen’s brain: fine 🙄
**Jensen does whatever this subby, hand-groping bullshit is**
Jensen’s brain: is that…. is that how humans shake hands? in a non-gay way?
Jensen: Shut up.
Jensen’s brain: i’m just trying to understand
Jensen: Shut up, asshole
Jensen’s brain: 😏
Look, I know it’s not going to happen, but all I want in life is for Jensen to respond to Misha’s shirtless video by saying “Hey Mish, if you need a shirt I have a few old ones for you.”
New theory: Jensen gives Misha so many shirts because otherwise his natural inclination is to run around bare-chested and Jensen’s poor, queer heart cannot handle it. (Photo version.)
Cockles trash cat meme origin
So you know how you sometimes go out with you friends and one of them gets way too drunk and ends up getting confessional with someone they don’t know that well? And you kind of want to stop them but, y’know, it’s their life and their choices so you have nothing to do but sit back and watch and be equal parts mildly horrified that they are spilling secrets to a relative stranger and incredibly amused at how they will feel about it later?
THAT is how I feel watching Misha tell the same story, over and over, about wearing Jensen’s hand-me-down shirts.
Misha, you’re currently my intensely emotional drunk friend and you need to stop before you reach the point of crying in the club. Neither of us can handle that. Thanks in advance.
Misha on social media: hahaha…Jensen is my cabin boy…that means he’s a sub who likes BDSM…hahaha…gonna make a comment about a giant space tongue rimming Jensen b/c why not lolz…gonna post a pic of myself covered in white goo and imply that it’s come from the conclusion of a threesome with Jensen and Jared…haha I’m such a scamp…I’m just incorrigible…teehee…
Misha when a fan mentions clothing: WHAT’S A JENSEN??? I’ve never heard of one and even if I had I definitely wouldn’t have had any non-heterosexual thoughts or feelings about him…and we’re absolutely not so close that we share in casual intimacy without a second thought…what could possibly make you think that?? I DON’T EVEN LIKE JENSEN OK!!!
Stages of Cockles in Gifs.
I feel like Jensen is one con away from straight-up answering an only tangentially-related question with, “…and that’s why I love Misha. You do know I love Misha, right? Like, love love him, like the way we love our wives. I feel like you guys get it so let’s just move on. Next question!”
At the next con, Jensen and Misha will be projecting the words “JUST SO YOU KNOW, I LOVE THIS MAN” on the side of the building across from the hotel in case you somehow miss that message in their panels.
At the next con, Jensen and Misha will be screening a 12-minute video that is just them giggling while one of them films the other; there will be no lines and nothing else will happen. Fandom will deem it a masterpiece.
At the next con, instead of his usual classic rock covers, Jensen will be performing a spoken word piece about how great Misha is, accompanied by Jared on bongos and Richard Speight on the kazoo.
In the final episode we are brought to the realization that the show DOES exist in our universe and on our timeline and that this entire time J2M have ACTUALLY BEEN TFW and kept this cover story about being actors on a TV show to keep us from knowing what they are really up to. Most of the show is just footage of their lives, though some of the things on the show were just absurd and to keep us off track.
Misha Collins is an actual angel. Jensen Ackles is a grumpy-faced softie with the biggest nerd streak. Jared Padalecki is a fiercely loyal and intelligent guy who has fought off more than his share of darkness. Gen and Danneel are actually supernatural creatures though neither will fully commit to being an angel or demon. Vicki is too powerful to be captured on film. And of course Jensen and Misha have been husbands for years. It was hard to hide that one on the show.
Jensen: *does interview quote game on his own* Great! Now, I’m gonna go get Misha. He’s gonna be so terrible at this game lol…He has the worst memory and never watches the show…hahaha isn’t that so cute?
Interviewer: oh actually we weren’t quite done interviewing you…
Jensen: yeah but Mish is gonna be so bad at this and I can’t afford to miss that! Imma go find him right now!
Interviewer: you really don’t have to…we’re actually talking to you all individually.
Jensen: ….
Interviewer: y’know, so we can cut the clips together?
Jensen: ….
Interviewer: And because you probably have a lot of other interviews at this huge press event for your 300th episode?
Jensen: ….. Yeah, no, I’m getting him right now. Hey, Mish! Get in here!
Filming with JenMish (aka “why’s Dean wearing a seatbelt?”)
**Jensen makes a dirty joke and Misha cracks up**
**Misha and Jensen playfully push each other around the front seat of the car**
**Misha says one thing that is mildly amusing and Jensen falls over laughing**
Sanchez, conferring with Bob Singer: What do you do to stop this?
Singer: strap one of them down
Sanchez: You mean, like, tell them to get it together or else?
Singer: No, no. I mean LITERALLY strap one of them down.
Sanchez: ….
Singer: Why do you think they get tied to so many chairs? **sighs** These two have cost us so much in duct tape.
photographer: alright, everyone, fight each other for pie!
jensen: mish, you should pull my hair.
misha: why? it’s not like that would stop you moving your arm.
jensen: ….
jensen: misha. you. should. PULL. MY. HAIR.
misha: ooohhhhhh!
jared: I don’t want to be here for this.
Cockles is the gay booze cruise of ships.
a text exchange that probably happened:
jensen: I can’t believe ur still going running on vacation
jensen: nerd
misha: hello to you too.
…
misha: awww, babe, you must really miss me! that comment is so sappy!
jensen: shut up
misha: you “dig” the “WHOLE THING” huh?
jensen: fuck off
misha: don’t I know it!!
jensen: fuck OFF
misha: now I have to go like it.
…
misha: ok done. you huge softie.
jensen: not always
misha: oh really?
misha: how about now?
jensen: not now
jensen: call me
misha; as you wish…
Jensen’s brain (Jensain): holy shit!! look at our hot husband!! mmm…we like the grey and the sweat and the beard and, hey, did we give him that shirt?
Jensen: yep.
Jensen’s brain: and he sounds all smart and sincere, which turns us on….WOW we’ve been apart for too long!
Jensen: tell me about it.
Jensen’s brain: Say something about how good he looks.
Jensen: I can’t. It’s public.
Jensen’s brain: You gotta.
Jensen: I. CAN’T.
Jensen’s brain: But how these bitches gonna know he’s yours!? Do you know how many people are looking at this video RIGHT NOW?!
Jensen: OMG
Jensen’s brain: OMG
Jensen: they gotta know…
Jensen’s brain: YESSSSS!! DO IT!! Tell everyone the sexy, scruffy, deep-voiced, poetry-reciting motherfucker standing in the sunlight belongs to you!
Jensen: I can’t say that. I’m just..gonna…tease him? about something?
Jensen’s brain: u serious? 😒
Jensen: Well…no…
Jensen’s brain: tell him you like the whole package!
Jensen: I cannot use the word “package” about Misha in public.
Jensen’s brain: 😏
Jensen’s brain: Fine! Can you at least mention how strong he is?
Jensen: … I guess that’s less…gay…
Jensen’s brain: uh-huh, sure. way less gay. 🙄
Jensen: ok, I did it. now leave me alone. I have to post a picture of my family so that no one suspects I only logged in because I have alerts set for Misha.
Jensen’s brain: …
Jensen’s brain: hey, you know who looks sexy in flannel PJs??
Jensen: ALRIGHT THAT’S IT
me: *wakes up in a cold sweat and sits upright in bed*
But how much of the mockumentary did Jensen shoot??!?
Misha is busting out of his shirt and jacket in those EW pics again, which makes me think something like this exchange must have taken place:
EW stylists: So, what size is Misha?
SPN costumers: Eh, he’s the small one.
EW stylists: But…he doesn’t…look small?
SPN costumers: Nah, trust us, he’s the small one.
EW stylists: Uh, looks more like he’s a 6’ wall of muscle but ok
Misha: What’s a clothes? I will wear it.
*Jensen sobbing in the background*
”I’m Full Frontal in Here Dude: Guest Starring Misha Collins” title of Jensen’s sex tape.
Jensen’s brain: you should give Misha that valentine.
Jensen: Yeah, good. It will work for the video. Like, as a joke.
Jensen’s brain: no. not joke. he’s your valentine.
Jensen: No he’s…
Jensen’s brain: you can’t lie to me. I’m you.
Jensen: shit. that’s true.
…
Jensen’s brain: Sooooo…valentine?
Jensen: Fine, but I’m gonna call him “buddy” when I give it to him.
Jensen’s brain: 😐
Jensen: People can’t KNOW!!
Jensen’s brain: You literally just called him your valentine on camera on a livestream but OK WHATEVER make sure you say “buddy.”
Jensen: I did WHAT??!
Jensen’s brain: Why do I bother? 🙄
Destiel AU where Cas is a poet who writes secret poems for Dean and posts them anonymously to an Instagram account that he gets Dean to follow and Dean falls in love with the mystery man he feels is speaking to him…and then realizes it was the guy he already crushed on from afar.
aka AU where Destiel is Cockles (with some tiny changes)
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Shock
Ramora watched as Zenos’ body crumpled to the ground after calling her his only friend, his fall almost graceful, her hands and face speckled with her blood as the warriors held their breaths in anticipation.
Lolz was the only one who saw the despair and horror in her expression before quickly running over and checking for any sign of a pulse, not that there was much of a chance of that. The maniac had slit his own throat, for Gods sakes! But she did it anyway. She had to be sure.
She checked his wrist and a part of his neck that was still intact and checked the aether around her. As she heard Alphinaud and the others come up to see what happened.
Lolz bit back a curse as she let go of his wrist and neck, her hands shaking a bit from the blood that had gotten on them from that simple act.
She stood up and looked to the others, doing her best not to look her shaken friend in the eye as she announced, in a tone that was as steady and even as she could make it that, “He’s dead.”
The others cheered and danced, Lyse seemed disgusted at the sight of him as Alphinaud congratulated them and told them that they should come down and share the news with everyone else, let the people know that another bloody royal had been slayed.
Ramora simply stood and stared at Lolz, who walked over to her, her eyes glued to the ground as she passed, grabbing the corner of her sleeve, “I’m sorry, Rammy.” She said in a voice so soft she almost couldn’t hear before she pulled her away from the body laying in a bed of flowers that were slowly being dyed red with blood.
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” Ramora said, her eyes welling with tears.
Lolz said nothing and simply continued to pull her towards their friends and allies, neither of them saying a word while Alphinaud made the announcement. It wasn’t until Alphinaud finally realized the looks on their faces when Lolz finally opened her mouth to speak again, “I’ll explain later. But for now, we need a medic and a bed for her. I’d finish healing her, but my mana is so low that I’m surprised I’m not face down on the ground.”
He nodded and led the two to a medical tent and they left her there so Lolz could report what happened to the Alliance leaders.
Ramora sat down on the side of a bed while medics tended to minor wounds up and down her body. Her eyes widening slightly at them, as she hadn’t noticed them until they were being treated, and even so, she felt so numb that she welcomed the sudden pain to get her mind off of things.
“Don’t worry, Miss, your friend will be back to rest as well after she gives a report on the battle!” One healer told her.
Ramora nodded stiffly and sat there with her eyes clouded in pain and confusion.
In all her wildest and most insane dreams, watching Zenos kill himself was not anywhere near close to the ways she saw that fight ending.
—
Lolz sat in front of the Alliance Leaders, her eyes dull and the blood on her hands making them itch like crazy.
She had just told them about the long speech Zenos had given, the melding with the monster and had just finished going over what happened during the fight.
Now she was going to have to tell them what really killed Zenos.
“So, wait.” the General said as he leaned in closer to her, his hand resting on his thigh, “You’re telling us that the separation from that blasted creature AND falling from that height didn’t kill him?!”
“It did not.” She confirmed, her voice tired and her head aching from low mana and feeling as if she was ready to collapse at any moment.
“But there were no signs of further battle on the ground in that garden.” Alphinaud chimed in.
“No, we didn’t fight him there. He started laughing, said good bye to Ramora, calling her his ‘only friend’ in the process, and…” she sucked in a breath, struggling to keep her voice even as the moment he slid his blade across his skin flashed through her mind. She’d seen many deaths on the battle field and in every day life, but watching someone end their lives in front of her like that was something she never had seen before and hoped to never see again.
“He… he cut his own throat.” She choked out. Unable to look at them, “T-that’s how he died. I checked the body myself, no one could survive a cut that deep and long and survive, but… but I had to be sure…"
"Of course you did!” The Admiral said, “Better to be sure that bloody bastard was dead then risk him faking it and getting back up again to soak the sands with blood!”
Lolz nodded, her mouth clamped shut. She had kept Ramora’s many rendezvous with Zenos a secret, despite Asahi finding out about Zenos meeting up with her and Lolz’s feeding them, she’d always made food for Ramora after she’d had a guest, so it wasn’t really even something people saw as strange. she often made three servings when she’d do that. And Zenos and Ramora had been careful about not getting caught in public too much doing anything but challenging each other to fights or fighting.
But she couldn’t risk letting them know that those little sleepovers happened and that she’d known and never done anything about them. The two of them were Warriors of Light, they weren’t supposed to do things like that.
“Is that why Lady Ramora seemed out of it?” The Sultana asked.
Lolz nodded, being careful with her words as she spoke, “Being called his friend after all that… and watching him end his own life so eagerly…” She felt her body quake a bit at the memory of his smiling face before he sliced through his own neck.
“Is that why you requested her to go into the medical tent?” Aymeric asked, “You wanted to be sure she didn’t have to tell us about this? To relive it?”
She nodded, “And I wasn’t lying about running low on mana.” she added.
Lyse gave her a sympathetic look and a nod, “I can only imagine how many wounds you had to heal, even with such skilled warriors beside you.”
“It wa-” Lolz’s tried to say as her exhaustion finally overwhelmed her, her body leaning forward towards the ground before Thancred grabbed her by the back of her dress and the Elder Seedseer got up to check on her.
Lolz was out like a light, a few minor wounds starting to bleed freely once more due to the sudden movement. The Kind Au Ra carefully healing the wounds before insisting that Thancred take her to a medical tent to be properly watched over as she slept.
The General gave a shake of his head, his eyes soft at the tired midlander as Thancred tossed her over his shoulder and began walking to the medical tent, “Those two certainly took a beating.”
“Physically or Mentally?” The Sultana asked.
“Both.” He replied, “Maybe more. Gods know how Ramora feels after being called a friend by that bloody demon…”
—
It took a while before Ramora began to recover from that day, mentally and psychologically. The others were all worried, but they all did their best to cheer her up, Alphinaud even telling her that she could come into his room whenever she felt like talking (even though his requests for her not to had never stopped her from doing that before).
Even so, Lolz was glad that she finally seemed to be acting like her old self, even if it was just a little bit. She had managed to get a date home and Lolz had a basket of goodies to bring for them to eat that morning.
She was on her way there when a familiar, annoying voice grated her ears, “Well, if it isn’t the pink wench.”
Lolz stiffened, her jaw set in an expression of pure rage.
Oh HELLS no was this little shite bag going to make Ramora upset when she just started feeling better!
“For the love of the FUCKING GODS.” She growled, making him stop pulling his sword and stare at her as she stomped up to him, her face pulled in fury, “Zenos isn’t here, he’s dead. What in the bloody hells will get it through your thick skull for you to realize that-”
“My lord isn’t dead.” Asahi said, confused.
Lolz froze mid rant for a moment before squeaking, “Say what?”
“My lord isn’t dead.” He repeated, still confused.
“Yes, he is. He slit his throat with his own damn sword, I saw him do it and I checked his body after he nearly cut his own bloody head off.” Lolz snarled, stunned at his GALL to lie right to her face… only for her to suddenly see Asahi walk into a room that smelled of antiseptic and medical herbs and see Zenos, sitting tall with a bandage around his neck.
“But… but that’s impossible…” she said softly in disbelief, “I-I saw him die…”
“I have no idea what you are talking about…” Asahi said, putting his sword back all the way into it’s sheathe, “But I think I shall come back when your mental facilities are fully recovered.”
Lolz said nothing, her mind reeling at this news. So Asahi quickly snuck away without another word.
Lolz stood there for who knows how long until she finally shook off the shock and decided that she’d see for herself if he was still in his coffin, and if not, she’d raise the alarm with the scions.
She turned to leave, only for her to remember that she had food for Ramora and her date. She bit her lip, looking from her new direction and the direction towards her friend’s house before groaning and running to her friend’s house, knocking on the door and leaving the basket before teleporting to Ala Mhigo, determined to find out for sure.
—
Lolz felt as if she was going to throw up as she looked at the empty coffin where the Prince of Garlemald’s body was supposed to be.
This couldn’t be happening! She’d checked the body right after he cut his throat, he was DEAD! The General even had other healers, INCLUDING THE ELDER SEEDSEER OF ALL BLOODY PEOPLE, check to make sure he was dead! HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!
So… where was his body and why did her Echo show him alive and well with a bandage around his neck?
“What does all of this mean?” she whispered to herself as she threaded her fingers through her hair and tried to massage her throbbing head in an attempt to ward of the headache that was brewing as she tried to figure this out.
Bodies. Death. Enemies…
She paused, recalling that she had more than just the Garleans as enemies… She also had the Ascians.
She closed her eyes, recalling the memory of Zenos her Echo had knicked from Asahi. She had spent plenty of time with him and Ramora whenever she’d feed them the day after their fun, so she compared the Zenos she knew with the Zenos from Asahi’s memory.
After a few moments, she sighed. The mannerisms weren’t right, they were close to how he acted and spoke, but they just missed the mark. Then again, she doubted any of the other people in the empire had spent as much time with Zenos as she and Ramora had, so they probably wouldn’t know the difference.
Great. The assholes trying to take over the world had an Ascian parading around in their future king’s body.
Gross…
But at least only his body was running around, surely she could…
“Are you looking for something, Lalafell?”
Lolz scowled and turned, “I am not a…” she froze.
The Elezen before her was taller than any other one she’d ever seen, beefer too, with several swords strapped to his hips. He had long blonde hair, blue eyes and a similar, bloodthirsty look in his eyes and the lack of warmth in his smile…
She’d know that bloody cold grin anywhere…
“Zenis?"
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#lkjlkdsjdlkjada#this gave me FEELINGS Lolz#thank you this really cheered me up#I've had a lot of bad stuff happen recently#lolzwhaitwhat#lolzwaitwhat writes#the fact that you made Zenos huge and beefy even as an elezen !!!! /fans self T H A N K#ffxiv stormblood spoilers#ffxiv 4.5 spoilers#ffxiv 4.3 spoilers#ffxiv spoilers#submission
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I have some fuckin thoughts
first of all... I really thought aimee punched her. like it's what I saw. but if she said she didn't then I believe it was unintentional because aimee isn't a liar .
also fuck Gus. I really fuckin hate him. everything about him.
through all the drama I dead ass forgot about korntis gross ass with that old lady. I'm traumatized.
in the fuckin cab Amiee enters distraught over being arrested and excess force used. all valid. NOT ONCE did she say it was "police brutality" codi put those damn words in her mouth.
instead of comforting their obviously upset and venting roommate the guys all yell at her and ridicule her and belittle her. then KORTNI proceeds to talk about calling her mom, she doesn't even say why. (I personally think a complaint was justified. but that's it.) Gus chimes in with that "my mommy doesn't love me so your mom sucks" attitude. being really fuckin condescending and annoying. this obviously gets kortni riled up. so she talks about how she can get a mother fucker fired. KORTNI said that. Aimee said nothing like that.
the way Jeremiah speaks to the women like he's an authority or a boss gets on my fuckin nerves. "I told you to be quiet" fuckin no. she has a right to be upset. shut the fuck up. don't tell them what the fuck to do.
the way the guys argue irritates the fuck out of me because they gain up on one girl at a time all the fuckin time.
not one of them asked Aimee if she was okay mentally or physically. not one.
codi is a fake for immediately going to gossip about it with the guys after talking to Aimee.
lol @ Gus 'my police family' getting triggered by police brutality. I swear I heard him casually admit that his father has done that. maybe I'm reading into it.
also why the fuck did codi apologize to Gus ????? for what reason???? codi said don't fuckin yell at me bro and that's about it and he apologized to Gus for what? what the fuck. why do all these people kiss Gus's ass so fuckin much. Gus went off on codi and didn't even apologize.
it pissed me off beyond belief that through all this beef nilsa is like "lolz let's dance for them" I will admit that shit was funny but I was lowkey pissed.
also Gus said "idk any girls as weird as these ones" hate to break it to you but all girls are fuckin weird and goofy because we're people. sorry you haven't gotten to know any women.
Gus was such a fuckin annoying negative ass buzz kill. making rude ass negative comments. like shut the fuck up. even Jeremiah was messing around and having fun.
it bothers the fuck out of me that kortni and Gus were chill when Gus and Aimee were fighting over KORTNIS fuckin words!? wtffff.
Gus you have not once ever been the bigger fuckin person and apologized. you just get a stick up your ass until someone talks to you. you can't take responsibility for your words EVER. your beef is with what KORTNI said, so why tf you mad at aimee
I actually don't like Candace and codi together. not a fan. she deserves better. I'm sad to see her go but girl needs it.
anyone else notice how when it's Jeremiah in an altercation it's "go through me first" all the guys have his back, nah they have his front because theyre willing to take a fight for him. but when it's Logan and kortni drama she's on her own and they don't want drama, or if they're Gus they invite the fucker inside!? when it's aimee/nilsa being harassed it's "well you shouldn't punch people then" 🙄🙄 these boys, Gus especially, treat these women with so much disrespect and NO loyalty. the boys always stay stubborn and stupid and never own up to their actions while the women are expected to apologize for shit they didn't do.
EXPECT kortni. all the guys lowkey want her for some odd ass reason I'll never understand so they never hold her accountable for her actions or words either. shit this whole drama was because of what kortni said but no one was mad at her.
side note: Jeremiah and nilsas friendship is actually cute and I want more lol
side side note: I think it's important that we keep in mind these people are basically drunk 24/7. makes a lot more sense when you remember that.
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Ugly Christmas Sweater
So my Pitchmas recipient is @magda-adgam. It totally won’t let me tag your blog. Lame.
Anyway, I am hella sorry that you are getting this late. And trust me, I feel like a total dick about it. But, emergencies happen and they always seem to happen to me. So, to make it up to you, I am going to give you at least two parts to this story. Maybe three. I like to ramble when I write.
You won’t have to wait 100 years for the next installment. I am almost done with it.
Once again, I am so sorry. Merry Pitchmas/New Year!!!
How losing a bet and having to buy ugly Christmas sweaters changed Beca’s life.
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There were few things in life that Beca hates more than movies. If she had to pick one thing that was almost as painstakingly awful as losing two hours of her life to some predictable cinematic snorefest, it would have to be Christmas. Without a doubt. One would think that she would hate Valentine’s Day more, seeing as she was perpetually single, but no. The only reason why she could stomach Valentine’s Day just a smidgen more is because she has a soft spot for the candy hearts. Her best friend Stacie makes fun of her all the time because she tells Beca that they taste like chalk. And maybe they do, but Beca still thinks that they are delicious.
Maybe the reason behind Beca’s distain for Christmas is the fact that she worked retail throughout high school and college. Stacie never knew the horrors of dealing with bitchy people who absolutely needed the newest video game console for their bratty child. She is insanely smart and got into college on a full ride scholarship. Beca wasn’t dumb by any means, she was just lazy in high school. After she graduated, she tried to talk to her father about her college plans. She wanted to major in music management and production. He immediately freaked out and told her that he wouldn’t pay for her college education if she chose that path. According to him, she needed to major in something that would give her a lucrative career. He wanted her to be a college professor like he was. They argued about it for months. There was no way in hell that Beca was going to become a teacher. Not that she didn’t respect teachers or anything, that just wasn’t the career choice for her. Since she was a child she had loved music, and she’d be damned if her father stopped her from going to school for her dream job. So, at the end of the argument, she refused to change her career path. In turn, her father refused to pay for her school. So, she put herself through college working a horrible retail job. It paid well, but she was miserable for the entirety of it. Thus came her hatred for the whole holiday season.
Aside from Beca’s affinity for the chalky heart candies that made Valentine’s Day, she can never seem to turn down a bet. Most of the time when she bets against Stacie, she loses. But for some reason she can never stop herself from agreeing to Stacie’s outrageous bets. After fifteen years of friendship, she should know better. But, she just can’t help it.
~*~*~*~
“Come on Becs, let’s go dance.” Stacie eyes her best friend with a grin before slamming back the last of her jack and coke.
“Ugh, why? You know that I hate dancing.”
“Yeah, I know. But you’re so good at it. And I need you to be my wing woman.”
“What lucky dude does the hunter have his eye on this evening?” Beca asks with a grin as she finishes her tumbler of whiskey.
Stacie tsks softly, cupping Beca’s chin with the palm of her left hand. She leans down to lightly kiss the corner of her best friend’s mouth.
“Now Bec, you know that the hunter doesn’t discriminate when it comes to sex.”
“I’m sorry. Sometimes I forget that the hunter is so fluid. So, let me rephrase. Who is on the hunter’s radar tonight? Which lucky lady or guy will you be attempting to seduce tonight?”
“I’m getting some very sexy, sapphic vibes from a tantalizing brunette at the bar.”
“Stace, I don’t even know what the hell that means.” Beca turns her head to look over at the bar, only to be stopped by Stacie’s hand gripping her chin tightly.
“Don’t look over there. You’ll ruin the air of mystery.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, woman?”
“She thinks that we here together. That’s why I need you to dance with me. It’s like she’s having some kind of internal battle on whether she should come over here and talk to me or not.”
“Any how exactly does us dancing together help this situation?”
“Because, jealousy is going to seal the deal. After she comes over to break up our dance, I’m going to take her back to our apartment so that I can make her squeal.”
Beca scowls at Stacie’s choice of words before smacking her arm lightly. “Ew! Dude, that’s so crass. You sound like a fuckboy when you talk like that.”
“I am anything but a fuckboy, Bec. I know how to treat a lady. I won’t apologize for being crass. Now are you going to help me bag this babe or not?” A perfectly sculpted eyebrow raises in question as Stacie eyes her best friend.
“Okay, fine. But when this girl shuts you down or punches you, I’m going to laugh.”
“Keep talking crap Becs and I’ll hide your beats that I bought you when we get home. And then I will fuck that hottie all night long.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Wanna bet?”
“No, because I know that you’ll do it. I love you but you’re kind of an asshole.”
“Right back atcha, babe. But since you are so doubtful of my seduction skills, how about a little bet?”
Honestly, Beca is also well aware of her best friend’s sexual prowess. She has fallen victim to it many times in their fifteen year friendship. Beca isn’t ashamed of it either, she knows that her best friend is insanely attractive. And Beca is very, very gay. When the opportunity presented itself, she would’ve been a fool to say no. It hasn’t made their friendship suffer in any way either, which is something that Beca is monumentally thankful for. Stacie has a high sex drive, and rather than risk getting some sort of std, she made a deal with Beca. When Beca is single, which is more often than she’d like to admit, they sleep together. It keeps Stacie safe and it keeps them both satisfied.
So, taking this bet is really a horrible idea. But Beca has the best punishment if she manages to beat Stacie.
“Fine. What’s the bet?”
“I bet you that I can take this girl home tonight.”
“That’s it?” Beca looks over her shoulder at the girl that Stacie is talking about. She’s attractive, yeah. Tall, brunette, and she looks kind of bitchy. She’s exactly the type of girl that Stacie usually goes for. And she’s totally flirting with the very male bartender. There’s no way in hell that Stacie is going to win this bet, because this girl is totally straight. Beca smirks in the girl’s direction, Stacie totally oblivious as she runs her hands up the bartender’s bicep. “You just want to bet that you’re going to take this girl home?”
“Yup,” Stacie pops the ‘p’ loudly, biting down on her bottom lip with a smirk. “I can’t wait for you to lose this bet. I have plans for you.”
The tone of Stacie’s voice makes Beca shiver. She just hopes that whatever Stacie has planned for her is as awesome as her plan.
“Deal.”
“Oh, babe, you are so going to regret this.”
~*~*~*~*~
As it turns out, Beca didn’t stand a chance when it came to this bet. They didn’t even make it through the first song of their dance before the brunette approached them. She introduced herself as Aubrey, eyes raking over Stacie’s body shamelessly. Honestly, the way the two women were eyeing each other made Beca incredibly uncomfortable. So uncomfortable, in fact, that she quickly excused herself so that she could make a beeline for the bar. She’s positive that Stacie and her flavor of the night didn’t even notice her absence.
The bartender gives Beca a sympathetic look as she slides a tumbler of whiskey over to her.
“Tough night, Becs?”
“You have no idea, C.R,” Beca mumbles from around the rim of her glass. She swallows her drink with a grimace. “I didn’t even want to come out tonight.”
“So, why did you?”
“Stacie needed to get laid. Finals have been kicking her ass.”
C.R. chuckles softly, wiping the countertop with her rag. She turns her attention to a customer, quickly making them a drink before turning her attention back to Beca.
“She’s the one that decided to go after her graduate degree. Nobody forced her to stay in school, therefore she has nobody to blame but herself.”
“This is true, but that girl is so fucking smart. She’s going to change the world.”
“Or destroy it.”
The two women share a laugh as Beca drains the last of her drink. C.R. is quick to refill Beca’s glass, pouring way too much into the tumbler.
~*~*~*~*~
The night drags on as Beca waits for Stacie to seal the deal with the angry brunette. Beca knows that she’s lost this damn bet, so she’s going to drown her sorrows in whiskey. Whiskey that Cynthia Rose isn’t going to let her pay for at the end of the night. The upside to having a close friend that is a bartender is free drinks. As long as Beca doesn’t ask for expensive, high end drinks, that is. But, she’s a college student, she will drink Jack Daniels if she doesn’t have to pay for it.
It’s nearing two a.m. when she hears her phone notification ping. She’s pleasantly buzzed, nearing on being drunk. She fumbles with her cell phone as she pulls it out of her tight jeans. Her vision is a little blurry, but she’s just going to blame it on the fog lights. Yeah, definitely not the Jameson that she has been borderline binge drinking for the last three hours. She just has to squint a little bit in order to read the text.
Best Sex Ever: (1:55 a.m.) Aubs and I took a Lyft home. Thought that I should let you know so that you don’t worry about me.
Broody Bitch: (1:56 a.m.) Did you change our contact names again?
Best Sex Ever: (1:56 a.m.) Like two weeks ago, babe. Lolz.
Broody Bitch: (1:57 a.m.) What the fuck, dude? Why?
Best Sex Ever: (1:57 a.m.) Aww, baby, don’t be mad. You know that I love you the most.
Broody Bitch: (1:57 a.m.) It’s weird that you’re telling me this while you are probably fucking another girl.
Best Sex Ever: (1:58 a.m.) Aww, Bec, are you jealous?
Broody Bitch: (1:58 a.m.) Not even close, dude. I’m just worried about the hunter’s sexual prowess. Why are you texting me, instead of making that hot chick ‘squeal?’
Best Sex Ever: (1:59 a.m.) Oh, I fully intend on making her squeal. And you know first hand just how much sexual prowess the hunter possesses. How many times have I made you scream?
Broody Bitch: (2:00 a.m.) That statement goes both ways, asshole.
Best Sex Ever: (2:00 a.m.) I’m not going to deny that you know how work this body. You just didn’t seem to be in the mood tonight. So, I decided to bring somebody home.
Broody Bitch: (2:01 a.m.) You know the rules. Also, it’s not my fault that work was a bitch today. I really just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep until tomorrow. But I know that you needed some sort of release.
Best Sex Ever: (2:02 a.m.) I’m sorry babe. You manage the studio though, so you could just fire all of the incompetent assholes that work for you.
Broody Bitch: (2:02 a.m.) I know that. Stacie, remember the only rule that we have.
Best Sex Ever: (2:02 a.m.) No fucking on the couch.
Broody Bitch: (2:03 a.m.) Thank you.
Best Sex Ever: (2:03 a.m.) I don’t know why we still have that rule. We have sex on the couch all the time.
Broody Bitch: (2:04 a.m.) That’s different.
Best Sex Ever: (2:04 a.m.) It’s literally the same thing, but whatevs. I gotta go, Aubrey is all sorts of naked on my bed right now. Love you, bitch.
Broody Bitch: (2:05 a.m.) Love you too, asshat! Also, I hope this goes without saying, but don’t fuck that girl in my bed!
Best Sex Ever: (2:06 a.m.) I’m sorry, the person you’re trying to reach is currently preforming cunnilingus. Please try again later.
Broody Bitch: (2:07 a.m.) Anastacia Marie Conrad, I swear to Lesbian Jesus that I will tit punch you if you have sex in my bed again.
Beca slams her phone down on the bar top with an annoyed sigh. Cynthia Rose smirks at her friend as she refills Beca’s tumbler. She should probably cut Beca off, but she knows that the brunette can hold her liquor. Despite her small stature, Beca can definitely drink with the best of them.
“Last one, Becs.”
“Whyyyy? C.R., you’re killing me.”
“I’m not in the business of letting you get white girl wasted. Remember what happened the last time that you did.”
“It wasn’t my fault, dude. That skeezy guy wouldn’t take no for an answer. I told him that we played for the same team and he refused to leave me alone. He even grabbed my ass.”
“So that gives you the right to break his nose?”
“He touched me first. Sorry, not sorry.”
“Regardless, you are not allowed to get wasted when Stacie isn’t here to keep you from kicking the shit out of somebody.”
“I have you.”
“I have to close the bar. And I’m sure that I have other people to get drinks for before I kick everybody out.”
“Ugh, fine. Take away all my fun.”
“Whatever, you love me.”
“Hardly.”
~*~*~*~*~
The buzz of her alarm startles her awake at what she knows is a godawful hour. Her head feels like somebody is jackhammering inside of it, and her mouth is as dry as the Sahara. Beca groans painfully as she stretches out her sore muscles.
“I’m never drinking again,”Beca grumbles to the otherwise empty room. She reaches out blindly, scrambling to grab her phone off of the bedside table. Her hand smacks softly against a glass cup that definitely wasn’t there when she went to bed at three a.m. She opens one eye slowly, looking over at the table. A fresh glass of water is sitting where her phone was last night. Two round orange pills are next to the glass, sitting on top of a folded piece of paper.
“What the fresh hell?”
Beca grabs the pills hastily, throwing them into her mouth and swallowing them dry. She sits up with another groan, rolling her shoulders to work out the knots. She grabs the glass and chugs down the water, slamming the glass back onto the table a little too hard, wincing at the loud clunk. She then turns her attention to the folded up piece of paper that she knows for sure wasn’t there this morning. She grabs the paper and unfolds it, tired eyes roaming over Stacie’s loopy scrawl.
Becs,
You lost our bet, babe. I don’t know why you continue to bet against me when you almost always lose, but whatever. I’ll bask in my glory.
I made a fresh pot of coffee. When you’re feeling human enough to leave your room, come get some. Aubrey and I are in the living room. You and I have a date to go shopping this afternoon.
Love ya,
Stace
xoxo
Beca groans, crumpling up the note and tossing it onto the bed. She gets up, wincing at the painful throb in her entire body. She walks to her en suite, stripping off her dirty clothes and leaving them carelessly in her wake. If she has to go shopping, taking a shower is a must.
She just hopes that whatever Stacie has planned for shopping isn’t completely horrible.
~*~*~*~*~
“Stacie, no.”
“Stacie, yes.”
“I’m not going in there.”
“But you are.”
“Why?” Beca whines petulantly, frowning at her best friend.
“Because you lost our bet. And my punishment for you is that for the next two weeks, you have to wear ugly Christmas sweaters. A different one each day, to be exact.”
“I….but you know that I hate Christmas time.”
“I know.” Stacie laughs softly. “That’s what makes this punishment even sweeter.”
“You know, when you said that we were going shopping, I thought that this punishment might be fun.”
Stacie grips Beca’s shoulder as they walk through the front door of the store. The fluorescent sign above the door says ‘Aca-amazing Threads.’ Just the name alone makes Beca want to vomit. She can tell before they walk in that there is going to be a really perky, annoying salesperson. The store will more than likely be playing Christmas music, even though it’s barely the fourth of December. A tiny bell announces their presence before Beca can make a stealthy escape.
“Hi!” An all too perky voice calls out as Stacie and Beca make their way into the building. Beca hasn’t completely recovered from her hangover, so that cheery voice just makes her cringe.
“No, Stace. For lesbian Jesus’ stake. I am too hungover to deal with that voice.”
“Beca, you seriously don’t have a choice in this matter.” Stacie’s grip on Beca’s shoulder tightens slightly. Beca winces at the movement, but not in pain. To be honest, the forcefulness of her best friend is kind of turning her on a little bit. But now is not the time or the place for that.
“Dude, I will literally do anything else.”
“Nope, I think that this is the right punishment. Aubrey actually helped me come up with it.”
“Of course she did. I knew that she looked evil as hell.”
“That woman is amazing, not evil.”
“Awww, Conrad. Are you getting soft on me?”
“Hardly. I’m just letting you know that I’m going to marry that girl one day. So you should probably be nice to your future….I was going to say sister-in-law but that thought just kind of makes me want to puke. It makes us sound like sisters.”
“Ew, dude. Sisters don’t do the things that we’ve done to each other.”
“At least, not normally.”
“Welcome to Aca-Amazing Threads, ladies. Are you looking for anything in particular?” The chipper voice is closer now, making Beca finally turn her attention away from her best friend.
The first look that Beca gets of this chipper woman takes her breath away.
The woman is gorgeous. Absolutely stunning.
She’s a little bit taller than Beca, with bright blue eyes. Her red hair makes her eyes look ridiculously blue. Her smile is so bright that it makes Beca’s sensitive eyes hurt. Beca does a once over of the other woman, looking at her nametag after what she hopes is a subtle glance at her boobs.
Beca is so, so gay and this woman is one thousand percent her type.
Her subtle staring might not be so subtle because before she knows it, Stacie is jabbing her in the stomach with her elbow.
“Ouch, what the fuck dude?”
“Becs, tell Chloe the reason why we’re here.”
“I need a sweater….” Beca mumbles quietly, still gob smacked by this outrageously attractive woman.
“Okay, that’s a start. What kind of sweater are we looking for?” The woman enthusiastically grabs Beca’s hand, pulling the brunette alongside her.
“What my best friend is looking for is a Christmas sweater.”
“Okay. We have plenty of Christmas sweaters. Tis the season after all.”
“I hate you so much right now, Anastacia.” Beca grumbles as Chloe stops them in front of a very elaborate display of Christmas sweaters. She turns her head to glare at the best friend, scoffing when she is nowhere in sight. After looking around the store, Beca notices her, standing by the front doors, looking down at the phone with a goofy grin.
She’s probably texting that girl from last night. Amanda or Ashley or whatever her name was. Beca makes a mental note to give Stacie so much shit when they get home.
“Are you guys looking for matching sweaters? I always love it when couples have matching sweaters.”
“Oh no, we aren’t a couple.” Beca’s eyes roam over Chloe’s body once more. It dawns on her at that moment that Chloe is still holding her hand. Her entire body feels warm next to the other girl. She wants nothing more in that moment than to pull Chloe’s body against hers.
Whoa. You’re treading dangerous waters here, Mitchell.
“No? You guys sure argue like one.”
“No. Not even close. She’s just my best friend. We’ve known each other for a long time.”
“Gotcha.” Chloe clears her throat softly. “So, do you see any sweaters that catch your eye?”
“Yeah, that one.” Beca blindly points to the sweater that is closest to Chloe. She has literally no idea what the sweater looks like, to be honest. She just needs to get far away from this girl before she does something stupid.
She’s actually surprised that she can still form coherent sentences at this point. Usually she becomes a useless mess around pretty girls.
Chloe is so breathtakingly beautiful that Beca should probably be drooling troll by now.
Beca watches Chloe as she walks away to look for the sweater in her size, which she totally didn’t tell the other girl. She is about to call out to the other woman, but all the can think about is how cold her hand feels without Chloe’s wrapped around it.
“Becs? I am going to leave you here in Chloe’s very capable hands. I’m meeting Aubrey for lunch down the street.”
Stacie’s voice breaks Beca out of her reverie.
“How am I supposed to get home? You drove here.”
“Well it just so happens that the bistro that we’re going to is like five blocks down the road. So, after Chloe helps you pick out your sweater, you guys can meet us there.”
“Fine. That’s fine.” Beca’s eyes widen as Stacie’s words sink in. “Wait, what?”
“Oh didn’t I tell you? Chloe is Aubrey’s best friend.”
“What the fuck dude?!” Beca hisses under her breath. “I can’t go to lunch with her.”
“Why?”
“Because, dude, she is so fucking attractive.” Beca huffs indignantly, crossing her arms over her chest. “You know how I get around pretty girls, Stace.”
“I know. You become a useless lesbian.”
“I can’t be around her. I’ll make a fool of myself.”
“Would it help matters or make them worse if I told you that she thinks you’re totally hot.”
“That doesn’t help, at all Stacie!” Beca squeaks, her neck flushing with embarrassment. “Also, how do you know that?”
“Um, so I’ve maybe been dating Aubrey for the past month,” Stacie whispers. “Look, Bec….”
“Are you fucking kidding me!?!?” Beca yells at her best friend, waving her arms in the air.
“Seriously Becs, I’ve been meaning to tell you. It just hasn’t come up.”
“That’s a copout and you know it. We spend a lot of time together, you could’ve told me at any point. Were you guys dating while we were still sleeping together?”
“Yes.”
“Stacie….”
“No, you gotta hear me out. We were only kind of seeing each other. It wasn’t anything serious. But I really like her Beca. And for the first time since I dated Joey Presley sophomore year of high school, I can see myself falling in love with her.”
“That’s great.” Beca shoves her hands into the back pockets of her skinny jeans. She’s mad, sure. But she hasn’t seen this look in Stacie’s eyes in the last eight years. So, really she wants to support her best friend, but fuck, she really hates it when people lie to her. “Really it is, Stace. I’m happy that you found somebody to make you want to settle down. But you didn’t have to lie to me.”
“I didn’t lie to you.”
“You kind of did though. Lying by omission is still a lie. And what’s worse is that you felt like you couldn’t tell me that you met somebody.”
“Becs, I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner.”
“Save it. I’m gonna go. Have a good lunch with your girl. I’ll see you later.”
“Beca…”
Beca holds a hand up to stop Stacie.
“Just, don’t right now. I don’t want to talk about it.”
Without another word, Beca walks out of the store.
~*~*~*~*~*
The next three days are absolute torture for Beca. She doesn’t like fighting with her best friend. But she is mad and a little bit hurt. Not because Stacie found somebody that she wants to be exclusive with, because honestly Beca wants that for her best friend. It just kind of makes her feel gross to know that Stacie was still sleeping with her while dating another person. Just because it makes her feel like a little bit like a homewrecker, even if they weren’t technically together.
So, for the past three days Beca’s been crashing on Cynthia Rose’s couch. She’s pretty sure that C.R.’s girlfriend Denise is ready to scream from having little to no privacy. But she’s too nice to say anything.
She’s done her fair share of housework and cooking to try and make up for the fact that she’s basically freeloading. She also hid money inside of C.R.’s refrigerator last night. She’s not planning on telling her until after she leaves the apartment, because she knows that C.R. will find a way to slip it back into her bag.
Stacie has tried texting and calling her nonstop since she stormed out of the clothing store. Beca wasn’t ready to talk to her, so she has been ignoring her best friend’s messages. If she’s completely honest, she’s still not quite ready, but she’s out of clean clothes and C.R.’s laundry room is out of order. So, if that isn’t a sign from Lesbian Jesus that she needs to go home, then Beca doesn’t know what is.
Luckily, when Beca gets dropped off by Denise, Stacie is still in class. Beca thanks Denise before trudging up the two flights of stairs that lead her to her and Stacie’s apartment. She goes into Stacie’s room to grab her dirty clothes so that she can wash them along with her own. After starting the washing machine, Beca grabs a beer out of the fridge and plops her body onto the living room couch. She puts something menial on television to pass the time until the inevitable conversation the she will have with her best friend.
She’s so immersed in the cooking competition on the television that she doesn’t notice the box on the table right away. It isn’t until she goes to put her feet up on the table that it finally catches her attention. Well, the attention of her feet, anyway.
Beca grabs the box and pulls it into her lap. She studies the box curiously. She’s not quite sure what it is, but her name is written on top of it. It’s in a loopy cursive scrawl that she knows isn’t Stacie’s. She unties the ribbon on the box and opens it.
Beca isn’t able to stop the sarcastic chuckle from escaping her lips when she sees the most godawful Christmas sweater that she’s ever seen in her life. On top of the sweater is a folded up piece of paper. Beca grabs the piece of paper out of the box and then sets the ugly ass sweater on the couch beside her.
With a sigh, Beca reclines her body against the couch and unfolds the paper.
Beca,
Here’s the sweater that you picked out. Although, I’m pretty sure that you just blindly pointed to one. Don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas sweaters but this one is just terrible. You left before I could bring it out to you, so I bought it and had Stacie bring it home for you.
I’m pretty bummed that you didn’t come out to lunch with Stacie, Aubrey and I. While we were eating, Stacie told me about the whole not telling you about her relationship with Aubs. I’m sorry that she kept that from you, it totes sucks.
I know that I didn’t really get to talk to you much while you were in the store, but here is my number in case you want to get together sometime. I think that we’ll be fast friends.
Enjoy the sweater!
Chloe
XOXO
Beca laughs softly at the cheekiness of the redhead. She pulls her phone out of her pocket and immediately opens up her text messages. She types in Chloe’s phone number and creates a contact, listing her under ‘Redheaded Babe.’ She starts a new message thread using the acquired phone number.
Beca takes her time planning out her message to Chloe. She doesn’t want to sound like a complete idiot if she actually sacks up and sends the text. She barely knows this girl, there is no reason for her to be so damn nervous. She’s such a gay disaster and Chloe just might be her undoing.
After much deliberation, she finally types out the message. She presses send before she can talk herself out of it.
Unknown (4:30 p.m.) Hey.
When she rereads what her ridiculous brain actually came up with, she wants to punch herself in the throat.
‘Hey.’ So freaking eloquent, Beca.
If Chloe didn’t think that you were an idiot before, she surely will now. There’s no way Chloe’s going to respond to that stupid message. No way in hell.
With a resigned sigh, Beca tosses her cell phone onto the couch cushion next to her. She’s just going to sit in place and die of embarrassment now. She leans back against the back of the couch, bringing her left hand up to her face to pinch the bridge of her nose in annoyance. She’s so busy chastising herself that she doesn’t hear the ping of her phone.
TBC
#pitchmas 2018#bechloe au#beca mitchell#chloe beale#staubrey#stacie conrad#aubrey posen#side steca#pitchmas exchange
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