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cambrinkisbae · 2 months

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✧.*Not Friends pt 4*.✧

paige bueckers x reader

summary : y/n thinks she's moved on but she's just going further

word count : 2.8k

themes:

angst

friendship fluff (if that exists)

warnings :

slight sexual content

cursing

A/N : i finally wrote a chapter that isn't 2.2k words guys r u proud of me. i was half asleep when writing like half of this and i tried to spell check as much as possible so PLEASE (cough cough my friends) don't bully if my grammar is shit again

"can i continue now?" nika was just slowly opening her eyes from the 1 hour nap she took on my shoulder. of course she had fallen asleep while i was ranting about abby. "mm what?" nika rubbed her eyes gently as she lifted herself up to lean against the headboard. i stood up slowly to grab my phone that was across nikas slightly messy room. the first thing i see when i open my phone is paige's contact (that i hadn't texted in four days) actively spamming me. my first reflex was to block her and that i did. i quickly set me phone back down before going back to nikas bed and searching for my hair tie.

i finished ranting to nika while she was still on the verge of falling asleep again and after we went out to get food before she went to the gym. "so you said you got her number?" nika said as we walked to her car. i nodded eagerly.

me and nika have been friends for what seemed like years but was only almost one year. between that time we clicked everytime we hung out. the more we got to know about eachother the closer we got. we would hold hands when we went out, we shared all the food we got. i go with her most of the times that she works out. i always play with her when she practices basketball on the public court and she always passes me a volleyball so that i don't have to practice alone in my own time. we may have not known eachother for very long but she's like a sister to me.

during the car ride to the mall, she started ranting about this guys she bumped into while walking to class. "he asked me if i could hook him up with YOU" nika said exasperatedly while pointed her finger at my face but still facing the road. i bursted out laughing, tapping my head against the leather glove box. "i swear every guy i see asks me to put y'all together i don't understand!" throughout me and nika's car ride i felt my phone buzzing and buzzing repeatedly in my lap. at this point i wanted to throw it out the window. everytime it buzzed or rang nika would ask if i was going to get it and everytime i chose to ignore it. i mean it couldn't be anyone that serious. the mall was only 15 minutes away from nikas apartment so it want long until we were inside and window shopping at american eagle. our arms were locked with eachothers while we walked around the large building.

both our eyes lit up when we noticed a weztel pretzel up ahead. "oh my god can we?" i hopped up and down like a toddler asking for candy. nika nodded and grabbed my hand tighter before running ahead to the weztel preztels, dragging me along. we laughed as i tried to catch up with her speed. after our food was ordered, we sat down at a marble bench that was infront of some fake plants. before starting any more conversation i pulled out my phone and took a couple photos for my instagram story. i quickly chose a filter and posted then turned back to nika. "nika do you think paige really wants something with me?" nika looked up from her own phone to regather what i just asked her. "what?" my facial expression faded to an annoyed look knowing that i had to repeat that now embarassing question. "do you think. that paige wants something serious with me?" i said again. nika's eyes widened and continued to stare at me blankly. it looked like the brunette just heard that her mom got killed. "uh....yes." my stomach dropped to my feet. not literally but i felt it. right then and there something in the air switched and it felt like everything was paused and silenced. was i really that dumb that i missed it?

nikas attention shifted to the floor, clearly avoiding my obvious signs of shock. i've met paige but i don't actually know her. i want to know her but something tells me that she's not ready. from what i've heard, she only gets with girls to fuck and then goes ghost and personally i would like to save myself that pain. paige is a good person, that's the only thing her teammates say about her is that she's a good person and if she rights the right girl to be with, that girl is lucky. it's hard for me to think that that girl is me. until i heard it from paige's own mouth i wouldn't believe it. i couldn't pull my eyes away from nikas temple that was faced towards me. "nika. what do you mean?" i said with concern laced through my words. i waited until nika looked back up at me to give her a questioning look. "she talks about you. every time we text. god, it gets annoying sometimes." nika flailed her hands in the air before placing them on her face. "she really likes you y/n. like a lot." my brain couldn't even comprehend the words that were leaving nikas mouth. it all felt unreal as if i was in a dream. nikas hand hovered mine before placing itself down against my fingers. she gave me a shove as she stood up to grab our preztels. "give her a chance." i held out my hand as nika gave me my pretzel and started taking bites out of hers.

after hanging out for a little while longer i started hearing more and more information about paige. first of all, she actually meant it when she said she loves me. second of all, nika has been in on getting us together since i came to UConn. And third of all, the first thing paige wanted when she saw me was to get in my pants but apparently after hearing how much nika talks about me, she sees me as someone she seriously wants to be with. my heart skipped a beat when nika filled me in on that last part. since tomorrow was game day we decided to head home before it got too dark so that we had time to do homework. while we were in the car i couldn't stop myself from asking more about paige. i mean it's not like nika has anything to hide anymore. "ok on a daily basis, how much does she talk about me?" every question i asked was followed by an annoyed groan from nika.

once we got back to the girls' house everyone was already there and relaxed. when we walked through the door the first thing i saw was paiges sweater shirt lying on the back of a chair. the more my eyes wandered around the quicker i found paige's eyes locking with mine. she was sitting on the couch with her leg on top of azzi's and her face was glued to her phone until she looked up at me. a short rush fell down my back as her eyes flashed to my lips and back to her phone. please let that be the only time we look at eachother tonight. "me and ice stopped by the store before we came home and picked up some snacks. i put your guys' favorites in the pantry" aaliyah said with a gentle smile before walking to her room. as i went to turn around and get nikas attention i saw that she was already engaging in a conversation with caroline. i looked down at the floor and walked to aubrey's room, who i noticed wasnt in the kitchen or the living room. i gently knocked on her door. "come in!" i opened the door and shut it gently behind me. "heyyyy" aubrey turned around from her computer to look at me. i gave her a soft wave in response. without saying anything i threw myself on her bed, shoving my face in a pillow.

"why are you so upset?" aubrey said, now completely focused on me. i brought my face up from the pillow to reveal my reddened features. i sat myself up on the edge of aubrey's bed and started kicking my feet back and forth. "ok this may sound shitty of me but i can't decide between these two girls an-" i almost started rambling before aubrey gave me a menacing look and interrupted me. "paige and what was her name....abby right?" my entire face went into immediate shock. no way this had gotten around that quickly. i quite literally felt like i was in highschool at this very moment. getting multiple crushes at a time. drama getting around. my god was it annoying. my head fell into the palms of my hands and i rubbed my eyes trying not to cry. at this point my feet had stopped kicking and there i was again wanting to scream into that pillow. instead of exhausting myself i decided to get out as fast as possible.

i rushed through the room and back out to the living area. i gently pushed by a couple of the girls who tried to grab my attention. the only thing i was able to do once i got outside was just let everything out. tears streamed down my face making my cheeks redder than they already were. the sun had started to set by now and i figured some people might be going out tonight. before anymore of my breakdown could happen, i pulled out my phone and texted abby's number asking if she could pick me up. i knew that she would probably leave me on read or something but in the back of my mind i really really needed her to respond. the second my phone buzzed and it was abby's name with a blank contact asking for my address i couldn't help but squeal. i quickly sent her the address and rushed back inside to change into a black tank top and shorts with a loose jacket over it. i slipped on my socks and a pair of old black converse before brushing my hair through and throwing on mascara. finally after only spending five minutes getting ready, i grabbed my lipgloss and bag as i rushed back out the door. "i'm going out i'll be back!" i yell out to the girls without giving them a chance to respond. the moment i get outside i see a black chevrolet malibu parked on the street infront of me. my eyes peer through the window which was slightly tinted to see abby's auburn hair. i didn't waste anytime getting in her car. the front seat was empty so i assumed that i was able to get sit there. once i had actually gotten in abby immediately waved to me with that same smile on her lips like when we first saw eachother.

"why on earth did you text me to pick you up? someone break up with you or something?" abby said laughing while driving down the road. i didn't even know where we were going but i was just praying that it was a club. "uh just. having a moment you know. i needed a way out, kind of" abby kept a soft grin on her face the entire ride. i'm pretty sure she caught onto the fact that i wanted to get wasted so when she started pulling up to a parking lot in the middle of know where i felt pretty excited. abby parked her car and practically dragged me out and into an alleyway. the both of us were laughing the entire time we made our way to the entry of whatever this place was called. i had my ID in my hand ready to show to the bouncer. the second we stepped into the club there were lights flashing in my eyes and people bumping up against my back while dancing. abby had a strong grip on my hand and led me through the crowd to a booth where im guessing her friends were sitting at. "y/n this is arron, layla, kyrie, and obviously jess" i gave a small wave to everyone and a large smile to jessica. "i'll leave you guys here so you can get to know each other while i get drinks." before i got the chance to tell abby what drink i would want she rushed off to the bar, leaving me with three complete strangers and one half stranger.

abby got back pretty quickly and came with her hands full of drinks. she handed me what looked like a dirty sherley and for the first time, i didn't think of paige. i took a couple sips of my drink as i laid back into the leather of the seat. my eyes wandered around the room and then up to the ceilings. i watched as the lights changed colors against the plain wallpaper. i immediately fell out of whatever i was thinking of when i felt a hand rubbing on my thigh. i looked over to see arron smirking at himself without looking at me. the second his hand tried moving higher up my shorts i gripped onto his hand and tossed it off of me. i cleared my throat before standing up and looking towards abby. "hey abby? dance with me?" i held my hand out for her to hold onto. she took my hand and stood up leaving her drink behind. "drinks on me!" abby yelled out as we made our way to the main dance floor.

i began to sway my hips to the music which happened to be the intro to swim by chase atlantic. my fingers were interlocked with abby's while we both began dancing. the more i began to move my hips the closer i felt abbys hands lurk to my ass. i found a rhythm to dance to and started to grind against abbys waist. her hands were wrapping around my torso getting dangerously close to my tits. the music started to speed up, forcing me to speed up my own pace. this was the moment where i only wanted to kiss someone. abby's began grinding her hips against mine at the same rhythm and before i took things further, i went over to the counter to grab a quick round of shots. no words were exchanged but i saw in abby's eyes that she wanted to go further. i handed her own shot to her and we took ours at the same time. the redhead handed her empty glass to me and i set both of ours on the counter before reaching out for her hips. we were facing eachother now when her hands began to move up my sides, reaching around my boobs. the music only led us down a deeper road. soon enough i found my hand around the back of her neck tugging her into my lips. she maneuvered her tongue in between my lips and started to twist and turn my own tongue around hers. our bodies were pressed together as we proceeded to make out in the middle of probably the biggest crowd i've seen since the last UConn basketball game.

i never imagined this happening when i first met abby but joe that it was happening i couldn't seem to stop. slow moans escaped my mouth that abby began to swallow. finally after dancing for another 20 minutes, abby held me close and whispered in my ear "can you come back to my place tonight?" i nodded without hesitation and wrapped my hands around her hips as we made our way off the dance floor. we passed the booth to say goodbye to everyone then abby payed for the drinks. as soon as we were in her car it was hard to not get in the back seat and continue what we started in the building. abby's hand was resting on my thigh the entire drive to her apartment. the moment we got through the front door i found myself pressed against the wall, legs wrapped around her waist, lips melting together. she slowly moved her hands down to my shorts to unbutton them. i unwrapped my legs enough to kick my shorts off along with my panties. her hands roamed around my stomach before she took my thighs into her hands again to carry me into her bedroom. she shut the door behind her before placing me down on the bed. she sat me down on the edge of the bed and began to spread my thighs apart, placing kisses on my inner thigh. "abby please...." i pleaded as she kept on teasing at my entrance. just as she was about to touch my cunt with her lips she stopped and looked up. that's when i realized that in these past 10 minutes i hadn't looked at abby the entire time since we left the club.

"who?"

#paige bueckers #basketball #lesbian #girlblogger #nika muhl #uconn wbb #uconhuskies #wbb #wcbb #wlw post #wlw #smut #friendship #not friends

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slaymybreathaway · 10 months

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Romeo and Juliet (James Maguire x Reader)

Part 1 of 2

Warnings: intense pining and embarassment, lol :)

Word Count: 880

Masterlist ♡ Read Part 2 Here

It was Children in Need week at Our Lady Immaculate College and the girls had to sit, well stand, through an assembly talking about what fundraising the school will be doing for the charity.

"Hey, where's James?" y/n asked Michelle. Y/n hadn't seen him at all this morning.

"Ach, Jesus Christ. If I've left him on the bus again my ma's going to go nuts!" Michelle stressed

As Michelle went on a rant, Claire was trying to act out a conversation with y/n. Claire made a vow not to talk for 24 hours to raise money for Children in Need.

"Robot?" y/n guessed. "Malfunctioning Robot?" she turned her head in confusion.

"Are you really not going to speak for twenty-four hours?" Erin asked.

Claire shook her head vigorously. Y/n and Michelle shot each other a look, they had a 5 pound bet placed on whether she would screw it up or not.

"Yeah that's tough, you're better off not breathing," Orla suggested.

The four other girls gave her a look. "Would she be, Orla? Or... would she be dead?" Erin raised an eyebrow.

"Well, it's not doing me any harm?" Orla shot back.

"What?"

"Well, I'm not breathing for Children in Need," she explained.

"Wait, so you're telling us that you are... Not breathing... Like right now?" y/n asked.

"Correct," Orla sighed.

Erin rolled her eyes. "Grand, well I'm going down to the hospital to read the sick kids some of my work," she said, delighted with herself.

"Alright, Erin I'm not lying for 24 hours to help the sick wains so you know what I'm about to say is honest. Don't you think they have been through enough?" y/n asked. Erin wouldn't stop shutting up about her novel.

Michelle nodded in agreement. Before Erin had a chance to even give a witty reply, James burst through the the auditorium door.

"Hey, I passed! I passed!" he exclaimed, a big smile plastered on his face.

"Knew you could do it!" Y/n tackled him in a hug, putting her arms around his shoulders and almost knocking him over.

James stumbled but then eventually caught his footing. He smiled as he wrapped his arms around y/n's waist, the grin remained even when she pulled away.

"What are you on about?" Michelle turned to look at her cousin.

"My- my driving test. I passed," he repeated.

"You were doing your driving test?" Erin asked confusedly.

Then, the smile on James' face started to fade. "It's literally all I've been talking about for weeks,". Y/n patted his arm in comfort.

Michelle's rolled her eyes. "Jesus Christ, James. There's only so many ways I can say this. We. Don't. Listen. To. You," she said before adding "Except y/n. But that's only because she wants to shag you,"

Y/n lowered her hand, she had told no-one about the crush she was developing on the English boy. How did Michelle find out? This stupid vow of honesty made it hard for her to get out of this situation.

"Wait, you want to shag me?" James turned to look at her. She ignored him.

"What makes you think I want to shag James?" y/n crossed her arms. The other four girls looked at each other in agreement.

"Well you're always the first one to ask me where he is," Michelle said.

"And you actually listen to him rant on about geeky shit," Erin continued.

"Aye, you do stare at him alot too," Orla agreed.

Claire joined in by pointing at y/n, making a love heart, then pointing at James.

Y/n took a deep breath. "What?"

"Ah don't worry. He fancies you too, talks about you in his sleep and all," Michelle cleared up, turning back to face the stage.

"I- I do not talk about y/n while I'm sleeping," James protested, his face turning a bright red.

Damn, now his secret was out. The anxiety leading up to his drivers test kept him awake at night for the past few weeks, thinking of y/n was the only thing that made him doze off. The past 2 months, there was something about y/n l/n that made James' heart beat faster just by talking to her.

"Aye you do and all. The other night I went into your room to... To steal a condom because I snuck Adam O'Shaughnessy into my room and the prick forgot to bring one. You didn't have any either, James. Fucking virgin," Michelle laughed.

Y/n stood her hand over her face, ready for this to be over and James's face burned an even deeper shade of scarlett.

"Anyways what was I saying? Oh yeah, so I went in and there was dicko over here," Michelle pointed at James "all like 'y/n, you're so pretty when you smile'. Ah, let me tell you girls, I almost started pissing myself laughing,"

Y/n lowered her hand from her face and looked up at James, who was looking everyplace but back at her, avoiding eye contact because of the sheer awkwardness. 'That was actually, kinda sweet' she thought.

No more about the topic was said as the assembly started.

#derry girls #ireland #derry city #james maguire #james maguire x reader

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t8oo · 12 days

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By all accounts the lupin fandom has always prided itself as a drama free ship war free open to polyamory and wildly different headcanons fandom. And I can name a few people that have worked hard to keep this place very friendly. And I really started in this fandom in a friendly place. I even managed to make friends that Liked Luzeni maybe even just as much as me. I was ecstasic. I really loved those people so much, I talked to them daily. Some of them I respected so much for their craft. Great.

Id always been upfront and very clear that they were befriending someone who was fucked in the head. And i dont mean seasonal depression type I mean Bipolar and Bpd and all the symptoms it entails. Im not even going to mention the upbringing and the life ive had. All of it was a complete and violently abusive catastrophy.

Last year I exhibited symptoms that were intense. TOXIC. It didnt mean that I was toxic to my friend, because I was rational enough to know about boundaries. I was at the end of my rope. For undisclosed reasons I had to be interned. Great. During the ultimate time that lead me to become crazy, not a single person i thought was my friend gave me a hand. I received a message from one friend while I was litteraly perched on the windowsill about to jump telling me about their life. Not asking abt me. I sent some Hey thats cool but im about to kill myself and they didnt reply. Days after I was interned they told me that my message triggered them so they had to have an emergency meeting with their psychiatrist. Cool. Nothing abt me still. Sorry ? Fallout 1

During yhat whole shitstorm and despite everything a friend became my like. favorite person in bpd terms. Just really fucking embarassing shit really. I tried to prevent it, i tried to pull out not to make it worse, which not only was making it worse but was making it toxic. I aparently blew out, which of course my memory conveniently forgot. I said something ahout their partner. They never explained what. Again, after internment I apologized. They told me they needed time. They bsolutely deserved it. I was probably horrible to warrant that reaction. I might even have been toxic. Again, I do not remember what I even said. Im not a demonic entity it couldnt have been like I desacrated them and insulted them beyond repair. Even in my anger I have always been limited. But all i can do is speculate. They never explained, just took my apology. And then They never came back. That friend I liked so much that despite everything I did to control myself became a person i liked beyond wat was normal. We have had so much fun. Not enough to mend bridges or explained anything. Fallout 2

During that blow out one friend meddled, asking that other friend for information ? I asked to pass along a message to friend B. which friend A refused. Like it was not their business, even tho they were clearly invested in the business enough to talk to both of us about it lol. No problem. 4 days ago thou i confronted a group of friends that were friends As friend, for kicking them out of an rp group for no reason, even bordering on racism. My friend feels hurt about that event, has always hinted at it. it even stopped them from rping, something they did for 12 years. They had no closure and so I tried to bring it to them. Asshole move or empathic ? Thinking back i may have been taking the situation personnaly because i was already on my way out menrally. I dont know. All i know is that four days later, after i talked for hours to that group and the reason why they treated my friend so poorly that they still had scars over it, i was experiencing a mental crisis and that friend refused a request. Great. Fallout 3

The last friend litteraly stood by and said nothing. Not before the fallout and not after. I dont even know'if that counts as a fallout. This girl was so cute, so fun, so talented, so FUNNY. And when it came to a heed she said nothing. No side taking. Neutrality. Okay

At this point I no longer had anyone to talk to I think. I was documenting my attempt and the horrible conditions of the psych ward on twitter for everyone of my "friends" to see. One i particularly loved so much because they genuinely were on the same level of insanity related to luzeni made a tweet about the late hystix, a person i did not know but a lot of the lupin fandom did. A beautiful soul that was always supportive and kind. Everyone was mourning her. It was truly heartbreaking. I hope she is in peace. Our attempts matched in timing, it was actually mindblowing. Mine just fucking failed because of nosy neighbors. I feel so close to her in spirit still. That we both struggled so much that we came to the conclusion that nothing could save us. She did not have the nosy neighbors. That friend mourned her publicly.. on twitter. Ok. Logical, its a depressing, horrible and sad situation all around. All we can do is mourn. Still, it was a friend I was genuinely close to. That never showed the empathy they did to me. Hey dude so im kind of facing the exact same issues but you never reached out ? While my torment was there and documented on twitter because again. I did not fucking know wat was going on. I was in a strict mental ward under a lot of dosage from nurses who refused to give me insulin even thou i was type 1. Friend said that they tweeted at me. No mention of the years and years of discussions we had on discord and me checking up on them everytime they pulled out for severe family matters and i was genuinely concerned. Nope they aparently tweeted something at me. Okay. Thank you for the concern. Your investment really shows. Fallout 4

after that I stopped friends all together. The fact that friends I was talking nigh on everyday to each revealed their lack of concern for me during an extreme mental health crisis was abyssmal to say the least.

Fallout 5 came with Sheen. I was managing a charity zine for Palestine, and the lack of investment from so many artists brought me to the edge. I took it out on Sheen in the softest way possible. I told them I was disapointed in their piece and that it looked low effory. Sheen, a person I had knwon for the entirety of my investment in the lupin fandom, decided that an offense was enough to block me and never speak again. Once again i was on the verge of yet another blow out. And it happened. Lol. Its just so funny in retrospect that everytime I start acting weird alluding to a breakdown people shun me out despite, you know. me being clear abt my medical record. I realized that I was rude to Sheen and it was uncalled for. Apologized publicly not in the attempt that Sheen sees it but just so that everyone knows that if they hear abt the story, at least they know its all been my fault. Online friendships are so cool because it just takes the block button to burn bridges without coming back. With no chance of mending or at least a genuine apology. so Fallout 5

Is there a reason that all of these issues happened within one fandom ? I do think so. Unless i am incredibly unlucky. Or an abusive piece of shit unbeknownst to me. I think that the lupin fandom is surface level niceties. If they dont like you you will know. It will be passive but you will be muted and eventually just ostracized. You will not be invited in fandom events, or group discussions. It did not help that my mental health was constantly deteriorating and I started developping a persecution complex, thinking that people were making secret discords where they were telling others to avoid me or something. Ive endured all of this for one thing. One Humiliating thing : i love luzeni. I love it so much I want a tatto of it. I love it so much that after years before sleep I pick a random fic and then imagine their discussions. I love their dynamic so much. I love their romance I love how fucking inhinged they are i love that they hurt and love each other the same, i love that they cant live without the other, that they genuinely complete each other in a really ugly but complete patchwork of mental illness and really elaborate kinks.

I gave up thou. Another depression, I blew out, attempted again with the window, got caught and sent to the hospital. It pulled me back from the fandom. I realized i was allocating so much of my thoughts to it and how I could be better perceived, how I could make friends again to talk about the fictional thing i loved the most in the world. And I realized that in giving up and keeping to myself, that I could be more stable. That the damage was done and I cant really enjoy this fandom anymore, but Im still attached to the hip to luzeni and so in the words of a really brilliant man... Nah... Ill do my own thing.

U might be wondering why the hell is this bitch airing their laundry publicly. Its therapeutic. You dont have to read or care. If those friends see it, and make a comment of their own about how the events did NOT happen like I told, I would love to hear how they perceived it. I do not give my friendship freely and easily and these people have done profound damage to my abilty to trust. And most of all, I never had any closure. I kept rethinking, blaming them, then myself, then miscommunication, then them and then myself again. To this day I dont know why all of this happend. Did I act like an unfathomable monster, or did my friend simply not give a shit enough to help me through this. I dont fucking know and I cant deny either options. Maybe I am talking through a completely selfish wrapped sens of perception that is not to be trusted. I wouldnt be surprised. I have a very hard time relying on my own brain lately. My health is deteriorating very fast, and shit is getting worse.

The second reason is that I am going to be interned for psychiatric issues for the next 3 months. For the first time in my life I think Ill finally get all the professional support i need, available and close. Im not going to be investing any time in the fandom, if simply talking to the psychiatrist abt this catastrophic strings of fallouts. I might be posting some luzenis, but frankly i doubt it. I only make fanart when I am happy, or sad enough but still capable. Im neither right now. You are not entitled to any of these informations, but I just wanted to write them out of my mind because I have a LOT of baggage to go on through and this is an extra bag I dont need so im throwing it out.

You cannot gauge an entire fandom from your perspective, the same way you cannot gauge an entire userbase. No, tiktokers are not the worst people in humanity. Neither are reddit users. Being on tumblr is cool, but it doesnt make u better than being on twitter. And so this is only my opinion of the lupin fandom. I met some amazing persons that i wish the best for, for ever and ever, but in all the niceties and welcoming you might see, I dont think that extends to a person with mental illnesses that are villified, or out of their control. I can fairly say that my experience was disapointing, and I dont intend to rekindle anything. Ill just be on the fringe maintaining the spirit of luzeni alive because fuck you monkey punch these are my characters now by law.

If you read until this bro get a life. Also im joking, youv given me more consideration than most people i met have. If your take after this is that I am deranged, then youv read right.

Thank you for reading. This blog has always been a pleasure to post on, even my most cringe and embarassing shippy stuff. Ive been met with nothint but support, and I truly enjoy being here because of you. I hope this isnt a 3+ month long goodbye. I hope I draw my lovers again. But I cant guarantee anything. I wish you all health most of all, and love and compassion.

#evacuating emotional baggage through a long rant that you dont have to read #this post is for me and me alone really. i feel better after writing it. thou rverything is still catastrophic #there will be grace

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matchayogitea · 7 months

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Downward Dog - Sirius Black x reader (part 3)

Part 1

Part 2

"How long does it take to brew the Felix Felicis potion, and how difficult is it?"

You frowned in concentration, trying to remember the exact amount of time it required. You always got confused on this one, you weren't sure why. "It's one of the most difficult potions to make, with disastrous consequences if made wrong, and it takes... four months?"

Sirius closed the book with a smile. "Almost. Six months."

"Almost?" you repeated, sighing. "That's not even remotely close!"

"Sure it is. You could have said it takes six days."

"Potions is my least favorite subject and I suck at it but I know that brewing Felix Felicis requires months. I'm not that dumb."

Sirius leaned back in the armchair, grinning. "I never thought you were. And you don't suck at Potions."

"Thank you..." you muttered, lowering your gaze. Sirius was doing it again. Staring at you with that intense look that made you wonder what the two of you really were. Because that stare wasn't something you normally directed at friends.

"Alright! Now that's out of the way - you're going to ace Slughorn's test, don't you dare doubt me - can we go practice yoga?" He jumped to his feet, making you laugh. He looked so excited, like a child on Christmas' Eve.

"We can, we definitely earned it."

"Yes!" He pumped his fist in the air and you laughed again, shaking your head. "Look at you all thrilled after you've had just one lesson!"

"I had a good teacher!" He winked, and you tried with everything in you not to blush, as you left the Common Room and headed up to the dorms to get changed into something more practical. Sirius said you could do yoga in his dorm, since James, Remus and Peter were busy, so you quickly put on some comfortable clothes and grabbed your mat, before reaching him.

Studying with him had actually been very helpful. When he had told you he could help you revise everything in a few hours you hadn't really believed him, but he had been good with making you memorize ingredients and effects of several potions by linking them together. He said it was a method he had come up with that made learning subjects he hated easily, and he wasn't lying. You did feel better after cramming with him.

You knocked on the Marauders' dorm room and waited. You didn't hear anything, so you knocked again. "Sirius, are you ready?" Without thinking, you pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Your mouth almost dropped open when you saw Sirius by an open window, looking outside. He was waving wildly, you guessed at his friends out on the school grounds, and he definitely hadn't heard you, judging from the way he was standing there clad only in his trousers, shirtless.

You cleared your throat and he turned around, but didn't look embarassed at all. "Oh, sorry, Y/N! I didn't hear you, James was shouting something." He hurried to close the window and walked toward you, smiling brightly. "Ready?"

"I am, but..." you gestured to his chest.

"I thought about practicing like this, it feels less... restrictive," he explained. "Unless it makes you uncomfortable..."

You certainly didn't want to make a fuss over a shirtless boy. Even if you and this shirtless boy were standing extremely close to his bed, in his deserted dorm room, and the boy in question looked so good it took you everything not to stare. "Of course not. Shall we?"

You laid out your mat while Sirius just moved to the centre of the carpet.

"Alright, let's start in mountain pose. Follow me, and stop me anytime you don't understand or need help," you exclaimed, trying to sound confident.

Sirius nodded and mimicked your pose, as you both closed your eyes and you guided him in your practice.

It went well. He even almost managed to pull off crow pose, but ended up almost face-planting to the floor. Almost, because you had moved beside him to help him with alignment, and managed to steady him just in time.

Even his back looked good, you thought, as you stared at his shoulders, his shoulder blades, the muscles that twitched as he moved slowly. As you touched his shoulders to help him with the pose you felt your face flush. He was so damn attractive, and you hated feeling so affected by him. You two were just friends, and you had grown closer lately but it didn't mean anything at all, not when Sirius could have anybody he wanted-

"Y/N?"

You blinked. "Yes?"

"Can you show me that other pose... wheel pose?"

"The one I was practicing yesterday when you walked in?" He nodded. "Sure."

Hoping you wouldn't end up looking like an idiot - you had only recently mastered wheel pose - you showed it to him, and Sirius let out an appreciative whistle. "That is impressive. How long does it take to learn?"

"Everyone's different, some people can do it right away. I wouldn't recommend you try it today though, I think we've done enough and you should get some rest." You told him after coming out of the pose.

"You're right. It's almost dinner time, as well. I feel hungry after exercising!" He paused, staring at you with a slight smile. "You're quite the sadist, making me hold forearm plank for a whole minute."

"Am not! You insisted you could hold it for longer than five breaths," you pointed out, smiling. "I am sure you just wanted to show off. Admit it."

"Me? Do I look like somebody that thrives on attention?" he gasped dramatically, a hand on his heart, pretending to be offended.

"Of course not. You're such an introvert," you rolled your eyes, still smiling.

Suddenly, silence enveloped you both. As you stared into his eyes, marveling at how handsome he was, Sirius moved one step closer to you. "When Peter interrupted us yesterday..." He bit his lip, slowly placing a hand on your arm. That instantly gave you chills. Good ones. "I meant to ask you..."

"Yes?" you whispered, eyes fixed on him. His fingertips on your bare arm were really distracting. And he smelled so good. Damn. Stop it, Y/N. Focus.

"It's Hogsmeade weekend next Saturday, do you wanna go together?"

You felt your breath hitch in your throat. You had been hoping he'd ask you out for a long time, but had never dared believe he really would. "I would like that," you replied, trying to smile but feeling as if your face had frozen.

Sirius was smiling big enough for both of you, anyway.

Comments welcome! :D

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pxrtalchopped · 2 years

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So Shell Feed

one : ✧ prologue

a various! rise tmnt / reader fanfiction. [with textfic and lit!]

Kendra asks you to test out an app for her. Turns out, that app was not hers to let you test. And now you've stumbled into the groupchat of four vigilante, mutant turtles and consequently, their lives.

But seeing as you had just gotten out of a toxic friend group, you were luckily in dire need of a new one! So fun, how these things turn out for the better.

Posting on ao3, wattpad, and now tumblr! I hope the image formatting works omg! Enjoy!

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Your first day of Junior Year - yippee - and you started it like any other:

Getting work done, which consisted of the same icebreaker papers like any other classroom, doodling random scribbles in your sketchbook till the clock hit next hour, and passing between hours by blasting sped up tiktok songs through your earbuds because fuck talking to people irl.

Don't get me wrong, you weren't an outcast or anything. Sure, you had interests the popular kids might not have been into (take your embarassing and reawakened FnaF phase last year-) but you were widely liked, if not, then not necessarily disliked, by most of the people in your classes.

This was kind of a given, as you've had school with a good handful of these kids in your previous years.

Take Kendra and her little crew, for example. Kendra, Jeremy and Jase had been found in almost every tech class you took as a kid. (Ez school credits you just worked off instruction books) And ignoring their incessant bickerings amoungst eachother, or the ocassional cocky and narcissisticly snide remarks they'd give you if you asked them for help - they actually quite liked you.

Liked you is a nice way of saying you were an easy target for spreading havoc that wouldn't be traced back to them.

Did you know this? No. But that wasn't your fault, you're just a little optimistic about their underlying evilness that they're surprisingly so good at hiding from faculty.

"Hey, ___!" she would coo at you, "our club is entering an app contest, and we need some people to test it out. Can't make any reviews ourselves since they'd call us out on bias, ya' know?"

- All this to say, you weren't at all suspicious when Kendra walked up to you [Jace in tow and Jeremy nowhere to be seen] with a pleasant smirk amoung her bright blue lips, and a cheery tone to boot.

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She put an arm around your shoulder. Her silk jacket was really cold and she smelled like mint, a scent you found common in her clubroom. Maybe it was her signature that she threw across the room every day.

In front of you, she pulled her free hand out with her phone to showcase the club's aforementioned "app".

It seemed to look exceedingly similar to Funstagram.

"Uhh.."

"Don't mention what it looks like, this is just a wip - references were needed for beta," she spoke fast and mumbled, similar to the last three seconds of a commercial as if to help you ignore the blatant copyright.

"Basically what we need you to do is make an account, converse with the... other volunteers we asked, and in about a month or so let me know how it goes!" While talking, she meagerly scrolls through the app, showing you all the functions and controls.

Then, she sends the app's downloadable apk to your phone and explains that your help would be compensated.

You weren't interested until that last part, so you hurriedly downloaded it before the next period started and got to fuckin' work.

Now, when you typed "themaincharacter" as your username you weren't necessarily thinking anything cocky, you just thought you were being funny and a little cute. No one should give it a second thought, right? You'd be fine.

You needed a profile picture.

Fucking perfect.

And now you just had to look at the explo- oh what the fuck?

Okay... randomly added to a gc immediately after creating an account. That's chill.

You felt bad for BootyyyShaker9000. Dude looked like he was about to have an aneurysm.

Or.. I guess typed like it. Yknow.

Okay, so they're kind of funny. But you're still insanely confused and they're responding exponentially fast - you're about to get a headache.

Still, you were curious about them. You want to be cautious and polite, so better not tease them in case they're trigger happy with the kick button.

....You're kind of stupid.

Oh, okay, they're much chiller than you thought! And also just as stupid as you!

Not that you didn't register their names by now, but at least you're getting somewhere with your confusion. You're still a little guilty for the purple one.

... purple guy?!!!?!? DID YOU GET SUCKED INTO FNAF?!?!

The teacher was looking at you, so you decided to put your phone away for the rest of the class.

You could feel your phone vibrate with about 20 more messages before the bell rang.

Okay, sweet. If being accepted into a group of weird nerds online [who had just literally doxxed you] wasn't enough to leave you on edge, the blackmailing threat of some unknown stranger definitely set you in a sturry.

You had a handful of guesses as to who 'April' was. You knew about three April's personally from your school but none seem the type to talk to guys of this... energy. You made a note to be extra cautious tomorrow; already planning your inconspicuous oversized hoodie and baggy sweats to wear tomorrow.

You'll look like a major red flag or depressed college student buttttt at least you'll be harder to spot in a crowd!

You turned your phone off as you headed out the doors of the school. The battery was getting pretty low anyway. Your guess? Kendra totally gave your phone some virus to get dirt or probably destroy the group of guys you'd just become friends with.

You only had a few hours left before the day ended but it was most likely going to be filled with chores and applications to a part time job now that summer's over - so your schedule was pretty low on free time.

Not to mention now you have to wake up early for your second day of school. Early hours was not something you missed in July.

...All this to say, knowing the person you are, you couldn't risk hopping back in the group chat for the rest of the night. You'd hopped on your phone last year and it would take you till 4 AM before you actually went to bed only to wake up two hours later to get dressed for school.

Oh, you missed summer. Oh, you missed lonely, miserable and depressing summer so so bad.

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Word count: Around 1.1k, not counting the texts.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise!april #rise!donnie #rise!leo #rise!mikey #rise!raph #rise!tmnt #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise fanfic #leo x reader #donnie x reader #raph x reader #mikey x reader

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harrysmimi · 2 years

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My Favourite Cry Baby

Synopsis: One where Harry comforts YN after a breakdown

Masterlist | Part two of New Student

College started again, but on full swing and a shit load of projects and assignments.

Harry was especially stressed with everything, he already couldn't wait for this semester to get over and the last one too. Basically he wanted to get out of college as fast he could. His dad was already stepping down on his duties and handing him the company but he needed to learn so he have been working with hid dad recently.

As much as he despises his dad, that company was his everything. He's worked there since he was legally allowed to take up a corporate job, that was just when his dad moved the company to New York from London. It was his first week of work there.

But all he could think of His date with YN on the Christmas. They'd stayed in most of the day at her flat, they made more cookies with more of an improvised recipe and a butt ton of dry fruits, later YN made her favourite food for lunch and Harry took her out for ice skating like he promised and dinner at one of his favourite Italian restaurants. They went to ice skate again until the rink was closed. Stayed out past midnight. He was really hoping to for kiss then but she did not take his hints at all.

But spoiler alert, he got it on New Year's Eve.

"Hey lovie, you still want to go out today?" He asked.

YN was sat on her balcony having some alone time and writing in her journal. Isabelle suggested that to her and she haven't stopped since, it was nothing fancy just a plain book and a black pen for her. A nice cup of Chai to keep her company. She's been very happy these past two weeks.

"Yeah," she nodded.

"Okay we're going to to Time Square, get your coat this time okay?" He said, happy to go out with her again he was gonna walk in but she stopp him.

"Harry, it's like four hours away from here," she said, "we're going to be late."

"We can leave now and head back after midnight." He shrugged, "well drive there."

"You have a car?" She asked.

"Yeah," he said simply. "Get ready, yeah? We can leave in about an hour and half."

"Okay," she nodded, "Harry?"

"Yes darling?" He stopped in his track again.

"Is this a date?" She asked sheepishly, a red tone flushed under her skin.

"Of course it is a date, lovie," he smiled. "Text me when you're ready, yeah?"

"Mhmm," she nodded again, picked up her stuff and headed in.

Harry took a quick hot shower and got into a pair of his classic black skinny jeans, one of his black hoodie and his brown coat. He grabbed an extra pair of gloves- those were actually mittens his sister made for him but they shrunk down somehow after he washed them once-, and an extra beanie because she apparently feels to embarassed to wear one and she's not going to get one. Grabbed his wallet, phone and car keys.

After he got a text from her he headed out. She was waiting for his there, dressed in layers of clothes with her usual black coat with a chunky oversized turtle neck underneath it, a pair of loose jeans and her usual chunky sneaks, a black sling bag hung over her shoulder.

"Hi," she beamed seeing him as he locked his flat.

"Hey lovie," he smiled back, "you locked the door?"

"Beatrice is staying in, but I have my keys." She said.

Yup! She is the new roommate who is still unaware of the fact Harry lives next door.

"Okay let's go," he grabbed her hand gently as they walked out.

He wondered if his car would start up, since he's met YN he had opted to walk back and forth to college with her. She loved to walk so he kept his car in the parking lot. He unlocked the car and opened the door for her.

Least to say YN was shocked to see he's got a Rolls Royce, a matte black one to be specific.

Technically it was his dad's car which he gifted to Harry after he got a new one. So Harry did not buy it himself. YN got in, he jogged around the front and got into drivers seat.

Harry drove all the way to New York City, stopping in between to show her places which might fascinate her making their four hour long drive a six hour one. They ate a bunch of junk food. Luckily they left at 2 so they could still get a decent dinner in at this Indian restaurant which was still open. Harry almost choked on the spicey food but he was fine, YN got a great laugh at seeing his red face. YN ordered a nice creamy dessert which helped a lot with the burning in his mouth.

"Come on, it was not seasoned enough anyway," YN joked.

"It wasn't?" He gasped from all the spices, she poured him a glass of ice cold water. "God I'm gonna die!"

"You're not," she assured him.

But alas, he calmed down. They both headed out, did some shopping. He insisted on buying YN a cardigan he saw in Zara, which he did, she was hesitant to take it. They kept their stuff in his car and walked to the time square, walk around there until with was nearing midnight.

"It's so pretty here," she exclaimed looking around. The way she had his hand clutch in hers in fear of loosing him melted his heart into a puddle, but her hands were too cold for to be uncovered.

"Here wear these," he pulled out the mittens and slid them on her hands despite her whining and slipped his green packers beanie on her head. "You're going to get sick, you look adorable, don't be embarrassed, okay?" He smiled, almost got carried away and press his mouth on her, but opted to go for her cheek not to make it awkward. He draped his arm around her shoulder tucking her a warm embrace looking up front when the count down began.

YN was lost, he was being very touchy today. Not that she did mot feel comfortable or did not like it, it made her mind go all fuzzy and made her tummy erupt with a heap of butterflies. She just blushed looking down at her mitten covered hands, he made sure to get that and a beanie for her. It warmed her heart so much. But at the same time she was kinda gutted that he went to kiss her but did not really went ahead with it. She did wanted him to kiss but was too nervous to initiate it herself like her best friend advised her.

"Happy New Year, love." She heard Harry's voice close to her ear making her flinch out of her dreamy world, she looked at him as he leaned down to match her ear. All happy and excited she wraps her arm around his neck in a bear hug, he giggled and hugged her back lifting her off her feet as he swayed them side to side.

"Happy New Year, Harry," she whispered. "Happy New Year!"

He finally set her down on her feet and have her look around, confetti flew everywhere, the lights looked even prettier somehow. She had wanted to come here for so long, she'd sneakily watch glimpse of all of this on TV when her cousins would put on international News channels for it every New Year. She'd talk to her grandma about wanting to go to New York and even promised to take her with. She hugged Harry again out of excitement. This was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for her.

"Thank you for bringing me here," she hopped on her feet in excitement, just feeling the vibration on his laugh on her face through his chest before he took her back in his embrace.

"You're very welcome, love." He said, couldn't help but press a kiss on her head. "I want to kiss you so bad though." He whispered.

"I want to kiss you, as well," she admitted pulling away, "I've just never kissed anyone."

"Of you still want me to kiss you I-"

"Yes, please," she gave him her doe eyes interrupting him, he smirked at her briefly before he dipped his head down to kiss her but opted to kiss her cheek first, feeling her cold skin against his lips he moved to her other cheek pressed another kiss on her skin, teasing for a bit he was leaned, or you can say sat on one of those short poles by the edge of the pavement so he had her trapped. Her hands were rested on either of his shoulders. He pulled back enough to take a look at her, her nose and swells of her cheeks had turned red like she's wearing a pretty shade of blush. He pushed her hair behind her shoulder before sneaking his hand to the back of her neck. Nudging the tip of his nose with her gently he smeared his lips on hers, lingering just a tad bit longer before he pulled away resting his forehead on hers. He chuckled when she let go on of breath she didn't know she was holding in.

"You have to learn to breath in between lovie." He whispered, kissing on the corner of her mouth. She moved away enough to look at him.

"I want to kiss again," she said shyly.

"Don't have to ask now, c'mere." He smiled, dimples denting his cheeks deep. He tightened his grip around her waist pulling her in more, letting her make the move and she did. He let his other hand slip down to her waist from her neck, as he lead the kiss tucking her bottom lip in between his two. Not wanting to push any further for now he opted to pull away but not fully until he pecked her mouth a couple of times.

Was it really possible to get addicted to something withing seconds? Well, she was now. He gave the best hugs she was aware but also the best kisses. That was a plus. She wanted to have more kisses but had to resist herself because they're still in public.

It was nearly 3 in the morning when both of got back to their building, Harry parked his car on his usual spot and helped YN het their bags out from the back.

She was just trying to process her feelings. It was hard for her to believe that someone could be so nice for her for the first time, after her grandma of course. He'd drove her to the New York City tonight, but they have been hanging out and going to places around their uni, he's putting efforts into knowing what she likes and not, he even remembers she doesn't like coffee so he gets her hot chocolate or chai everytime they go out. It all overwhelmed her again making her vision blurry with tears again.

"Hey what's wrong lovie?" Harry rushed to where she stood waiting for him to hand her the bags which had her stuff in it.

"No, I'm just happy," she sniffled smiling and making his chuckle.

"You scared me," he sighed, "gimme a kiss we can go up."

She obliged leaning forwards she let him peck her lips.

And that was that for their date. It's been a week he haven't seen her since. Both of them started with work and college so ot was understandable, they'd text back and forth though but that's about it all. It was Friday and he had the day off from work so he waited for YN to be done with her lecture. He was busy on his phone as his dad's manager was texting him about the meetings for the next day, he almost missed YN walking past him with her head hung down and her classic little upset pout on her face.

"Hey, where are you going?" He stopped her and slipped his phone back into his pocket. "What's got you all so upset and pouty, love?" He asked, pulling her in for a warm hug, she just shook her head and returned the hug.

"Missed you," he whispered and heard her mumble something, he believed she reciprocated what he said. "You want to go out today?"

"I just want to go home, I'm a bit tired," she pulled apart from his hug sniffling, her voice was a bit stuffy.

"You alright? Do you need me to take you to doctors?" He asked, worried seeing she clearly has a cold. Touching her forehead-which made her flinch-he found out she's also got a fever.

"No, I went, this-this morning with Belle." She shook her head and started walking down the hallway towards the locker room.

"I am not convinced." He squinted his eyes at her. She sped up to walk to her locker, opened it rather aggressively and handed him a piece of paper which was just kept there. It was a priscription which had today's date on it.

"I do not lie, okay?" She grabbed her tote and shut her locker closed before she started walking out.

"Hey, I'm sorry love." He sighed and followed her out, "I was just teasing. You want to go to mine? I can make us some tomato soup and grilled cheese."

"No, I am not hungry," she said.

"YN, look I'm really sorry, I don't know why you're upset but you can talk to me, you know?" He cooed to her stopping her by the exist of the college building.

"Talking makes it worse for me," she said, with a rather grumpy face now.

"Okay," he nodded, partially sitting on the railing beside the stairs, "your priscription says you need to take medicine this afternoon and for that you need to eat, I can still make you that soup and grilled cheese."

Now she did not wanted to take up his offer when she's turned it down the first time, he's going to tease her, but she was also hungry so she opted to just shrug and letting him choose whatever that meant.

"Alright, can I have a kiss before we go back?" He smiled his classic cheeky smile. Her shoulders drop as a frown took over her face relaxing her grumpy pout.

"You'll get sick too Harry, I want to go back to my flat!" She whined.

"Okay, okay let's go," he sighed. He brought his car with him thinking he'd have to go to work but he chose to take the day off so he drove them back to their building. Just as he was about to walk past her flat, hand in hand she stopped him. "What's wrong?"

"I, uhh," she got on her tippy toes trying to reach upto his ear level as best as she could seeing their other neighbour get back home as well, "I got a stain on my pants, I need to take shower." That's when he noticed she's got a jacket wrapped around her waist.

"Oh, okay come over when you're done then okay?" His smile was soft, the kind which made her want to squish his face and pinch his cheeks, he kissed her cheek.

"Woah!" Her flat door opened, it was Beatrice. "Seriously Harry? Her?" Scoffed and pushed past YN swinging her bag over her shoulder leaving the door wide open.

"That was rude," Harry said to himself.

"I want to be alone today Harry, I'm sorry," YN said rushing in, shut the door behind her on the way. Harry was genuinely confused as he went back to his.

As soon as YN walked in she saw Isabelle standing there in the living room surprised seeing their other roommate's behaviour. She just went to hug her best friend sobbing.

"Hey no babes, don't cry!" Isabelle hugged her back, listened to her rant about how bad her day was getting minute by minute.

"I feel horrible for being rude to Harry," she ended her rant with more sobbing.

"I'm sure he understands YN, just talk to him." Isabelle suggested.

"But I know I will cry and I don't want him to think I'm a cry baby," she cried again.

"I am sure he doesn't think anything of that, it's okay to cry," Isabelle assured her, "he has invited you for lunch, just go over okay? You haven't eaten anything in two days anyway."

"Mhmm," YN nodded.

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There she was stood by Harry's door all changed up and in comfy clothes. She was already feeling miserable with her cold and fever and her period and now in the fear of making Harry upset with how rude she was with him. She knocked on the door and it was opened for her rather quickly to reveal Mitch, he had a suitcase with him and a duffle bag.

"Oh hey YN!" He beamed pulling her in a hug.

"Hi," she said, "are you going somewhere?"

"Yeah, on a business trip for the week." He nodded, "it was last minute."

"Oh, have a safe journey." She smiled.

"I will," he smiled and turned around to look at Harry, "no shagging on the couch."

"No," Harry shook his head, his cheeks flushed in instant and left YN confused as to what that meant but she stepped in and shut the door behind her. Harry walked back into kitchen hurry whom she tailed behind.

"Harry?" She called.

"Hmm?" He sounded stirring up the soup he made.

"I'm sorry for being rude to you earlier." She said, in a low voice. Grabbing onto the hem of his t-shirt gently to get his whole attention, "I am just having a bad day which I know should not be reason to lash out on you like that. I'm sorry."

"It's alright, sweetheart." He cooed stepping closer to her so he can kiss her forehead. "Are you feeling okay now? Did you take your meds?"

"Mhmm," she nodded. "Are you not upset with me?"

"I'm not," he shrugged simply. "Now do you want to help me make grilled cheese?" She nodded and got to help him.

"My dad came to see me yesterday at work," Harry shared, "lashed out on me because I messed up a tiny thing on this mew project which could have been fixed in matter of minutes, later said he was having a bad a day and didn't even apologise."

"I'm sorry," she stopped her actions, "you don't deserve that. But at least he came to see you. My dad said I was lying when I confronted him for not coming to see me like he said he would when I have texts he sent me. I haven't seen him since the day he came to drop me off at airport with Isabelle and her family. He didn't even come to see where my dorm was and how was the living conditions at the place Isabelle and I lived. Just paid for the first two months of rent and flight tickets, I didn't even needed for him to do that."

None of what Harry said was true, his dad did came to see him at work but he did not lash out on him like he described, he just said that so she can share what's been bugging her. She seemed to share when he'd shared something as well. It broke his heart to see her cry again, also he didn't know what to say next but just watched her make sandwiches put them on the pan to toast.

"You don't deserve that you know," he started, licking his dry lips, "you have moved out, you can let go of the past now you know?"

"It's hard when every one his promises of coming to see me seemed so genuine." She shrugged, "I never knew my mother, he said she left a year after I was born. He married again just so I'd have a mother figure around but she didn't wanted me after she had my sister. So my dad took me back to India where my grandma was, I was four when he left me there. At first he called everyday and talked to me because I was so upset now he doesn't even answer my texts for days. It was so good you know, first four years of my life. I remember everything from my third birthday up until the day he left me with his mother. Kids in my class used to make fun of me saying how can you remember things from when you were 4, but that's all good I knew."

She paused to look up at Harry who was listening to her so intently, looked visibly so hurt, "I'm sorry, I'm just ranting."

"No, no I want to hear it." He insisted, "it's always nice to talk about it you know? Let it all out. Didn't you say your grandma loved you?"

"She did," YN smiled, "she was the most amazing person I've ever known. She'd tell me all these horror stories which I'm sure half of them were made up, but having a mum is way different. My Aunty used to help my cousins with their homework, but would purposely teach me wrong things so I wouldn't be able to get into school my dad wanted me go. He was intending to send me to a private school, but they had put into a government school which is free and hog all the money my dad sent for the school and send their kids to nicer schools instead. She lied to my dad saying I'm not that bright of a student to get into school he wanted me to go. And lied about every little thing, when I'd say to my dad that she says mean things to me, sometimes beat me if I forgot to do my homework or something she asked me to do, she lied saying I am the one who's lying so my dad can take me back with him. I seriously don't know why she hated me so much, at one point she even started to make me write 'YN is a huge liar' a hundred times twice a day, or not let me eat for days as punishment. This one summer, I was coming back home school and I spent my bus fair to get something cold to drink so I had to walk back home, I was just half hour late. I did not get any bus fair, or a water bottle for next week as punishment."

"How can your dad not believe a child, I'm sorry you had to go through all that love," he moved closer to her wrapping his arm around her waist to pull her close.

"It's okay now, I guess, I'm at least not living with them anymore." She shrugged, still crying, "I just feel so unwanted that my dad just abandoned me like that. He promised he would come see me after New year, but he didn't. He said he couldn't come." And with that she started sobbing.

"I want you be with me," he admitted, "I know we've known each other for only about six months, started dating last month but do I want to be with you." He cuddle into her, wanting to just protect her from everything like she's the most precious little thing.

"I don't want promises Harry," her voice came as muffle against the fabric of his hoodie.

"I'm gonna prove it to you," he said more ardently than he expected, that made her start sobbing again.

"Sorry, I'm such a cry baby I cry over everything." She mumbled taking half a step back.

"You're not, this is the way you express yourself and it's okay to cry," he assured her, "I find it rather adorable, your nose and cheeks get red when you cry. You're my favourite cry baby!"

"How can you find it adorable?" She whined crying again, hiding her face in her sweater paws.

"Okay no more crying," he cooed chucking. He also noticed she was wearing the cardigan he got her, as expected it was a but bug on her but it looked comfy. "Hey, look you don't have to cry over that anymore okay?"

"Mhmm," she nodded and went for in to hug him wrapping her arms around his neck, hiding her face in between the gap of her arm and his neck. He hugged her back of course.

"You're feeling good?" He asked.

"A little," she admitted still not ready to let go of him.

"Do you want to eat now, we can cuddle later?" He suggested but she nodded in disagreement, "you're tummy is growling, I promise we can hug all you want later okay?" He earned another whine from her.

"Okay, no promises, we are cuddling and watching The Office, yeah?" He bargained.

"Yeah," she sniffled pulling away.

They took the food to table Harry and Mitch had tactfully kept in the place next to kitchen and Harry's bedroom door, it just had two chairs. As far as YN knows it's just Harry and Mitch living there even though they've got a three bedroom flat. He even made her a cup of Chai after lunch and they cuddled up on the sofa watching The Office like he said. Harry had also made sure to get her a throw blanket and a hot water bag.

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Spring break was around the corner. YN was doing way better than she was few months ago.

She saw her best friend less and less as her classes keeps getting tougher on her but they still manage to hang out and have their girlie tea time and spa days once a month and bitch about everything happens in college. It was mostly just her and Harry now.

Especially now when they're schedules go along so well together. Especially since they made it official. As much as Harry wanted to make it special, take her out to a fancy ass restaurant and ask her to be girlfriend but it happened in spur of moment when they were in library. He was extra pissed that day after hearing a rather crude remark by Beatrice for YN.

"Harry please, I'm used to her saying stuff. It's okay, she's just wasting her own energy." She'd try to convince him to calm down.

"How can you take her talking shit about you all the time which doesn't even make sense? I can't take anyone talking about my girlfriend!" He blurted out in all his frustration but had to keep a hushed tone.

"Am I-am I your-am I your girlfriend?" She stuttered, feeling her cheeks heated up a bit as she tilted her head to side to be able to look at Harry. Who gave her a nervous look, it's not him gets to be all nervous it was her job but she found him adorable in the moment. His eyes rounded out and a faint crease in between his eyebrows, he looked a lost little kitten. "What?"

"That just slipped," he licked his dry lips, "I wanted to make it a lot special for us, I'm sorry if you're not ready to put any label to it."

"No, no it's okay," she stuttered, trying to hold back her stupid grin.

"As in you want to make this official 'it's okay'?" He asked.

"Mhmm," she nodded, biting on her lip consciously trying to look stupid with her giddy smile.

"Uh-huh!" He nodded, teasing her as he leaned in to kiss her mouth softly. She has now learned to take his teasing light heartedly now, still learning to make her triggers less and less powerful on her. "You're my girlfriend now, wow!" He sighed in disbelief.

"Why you don't, dont want that?" She asked, getting all serious again.

"You're just so pretty," he said dramatically smacking the table but not too loudly as he leaned in closer to her again, "no ones going to believe I've got such a beautiful girlfriend." He mumbled against her mouth before pressing another soft kiss on her lips.

"Everyone will," she nodded taking one of her hands to rest upon his cheek lovingly, "I don't know about Beatrice though." She giggled making him chuckled.

"Don't have care about that," he assured her.

YN later also found out that Harry does in fact have another roommate who is always on business trips as well but way more than Mitch is, and she also happened to find out that he's the biggest pervert of all time. But just like Beatrice, Harry and Mitch cope with the annoying man just because he pays his part of rent and bills on time. Now that he's home most of the time, Harry and YN opt to hang out at hers (if Beatrice is not present) or in his room.

Today, was a nice warm day. Perfect for YN and Isabella to have their Spa day. YN made the Chai and Isabella brought out her best fave masks and robes and hair bands. They sat on YN's balcony.

"So how have you been this whole week?" Isabelle asked.

"It was okay," YN shrugged. "How was your week?"

"Filled with stupid assignments." She sighed, "I want to hear about you, I'm always ranting about shit. How is everything with Harry? Did you guys kiss yet?"

YN's eyes evidently went wide. She haven't shared that bit with Isabelle yet. She wanted to gate keep the information that her and Harry are close enough to kiss, though it's been a couple of months and I was quite believable to her best friend as to how shy and closed off she is with a new person.

"Everything is good, and yes." YN nodded, sheepishly.

Isabelle gasped, "when?"

"When he took me to NYC..." YN hesitated to answer.

"You bitch!" Isabelle exclaimed, "you didn't tell me!"

"I wanted to keep it to myself." YN shrugged. "We made it official last week."

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed again, "that's so good, congratulations bestie."

YN giggled at her friend's excitement, "thank you."

"Anything else?" She teased, "you don't have to gate keep it from me."

"No, nothing more." YN shook her head knowing her friend all too well with her teasing, "I don't know if I'm ready yet, or I think I want to wait till I'm married."

"Sure thing darling, never let anyone force you to do anything you don't want to." Isabelle said, sipped on her chai, "this tea is amazing by the way!"

"Thank you," YN said, "I kinda wanna share something else too."

"Go ahead."

"This is going to be such a stupid question, but I've figured I actually love him." YN confessed earning another excited gasp from her best friend, "I just don't know how to say it. And I kinda wanna be the first one to say it, but I also don't know if he feels the same about me too. And I'm very nervous."

"Awh! My bestie is in love," Isabelle sighed, "just say it. Don't think too much about it. When you're at his and he's cooking for you just say it. Blurt it out."

"It's not that easy." YN shook her head, "he is sort of intimidating, but in a good way you know."

"I just... Said it to Aaron," she shrugged, "but awh! I get it honey, maybe try when you're both out, or on a walk. So you know, you can run if needed."

"Oh my god Belle, don't scare me like that!" YN gasped, and her sheet mask almost slipped off her face.

"Just kidding," Isabelle had a good laugh, "but you know—"

"Isabelle, I was just wondering if I can bring—" Beatrice stopped noticing she interrupted something.

"What?" Isabelle asked.

"I was wondering if you're fine with me bringing few of my friends over tonight?" She asked.

"I'm fine with it, don't want to ask YN too? I mean she lives here," Isabelle said. Beatrice just looked at YN.

"I don't know, I want to have a quiet night." YN shrugged.

"Gosh you two are so fucking boring!" Beatrice groaned but sat on the empty chair there which was there to hold YN and Isabelle's tea mugs.

"What is up with you, why are you so annoyed all the time?" Isabelle scoffed annoyed, sipping on her tea. YN did not paid mind to their bickering back and forth most of the time, she was busy adjusting her sheet mask which was slipping off her face. She didn't do any fancy mask like Isabelle because her skin was feeling very nice and she did wanted to do something to cause her to get zits all over her face.

"Oh don't ask," Beatrice sighed as if Isabelle was curious to know what's up with her, "I've been trying so hard to hook up with this guy again but he doesn't acknowledge me anymore."

"Then just go to someone else." Isabelle said in a lazy tone, "We don't—"

"No, I mean I knew he said he enjoyed the first time around I was so stupid to think he'd want to sleep with me again. It was Harry by the way, he's been avoiding me for some reason. I guess he's just got a thing of not shagging anyone more than once I guess." She shrugged simply, taking Isabelle and especially YN by surprise, "saw him leave the party with someone last night. Gosh, I wish it was me."

"Do you realise him and YN are dating now, what the fuck are you talking about? How can you talk shit like that in front of his girlfriend?" Isabelle snapped.

"Oh, you're together now? Like girlfriend and boyfriend?" She scoffed mockingly, "he's nust fooling around with you honey, he did the same to Alice from his Secretarial Law class as she wasn't ready to you know... But he just ghosted hee once they did it."

"Shut up Beatrice, get the fuck out of here!" Isabelle deadpanned.

"His girlfriend isn't saying anything. Thought you got me and we were friends. Guess not." With that she left the room.

"YN, don't listen to her okay? You know she enjoys to get under your skin for some reason." Isabelle trued to assured her crying best friend. "You've been with him for long enough to know it's not true."

"What if it is?" She asked, doubting everything.

"You need to talk to him, remember communication is key to everything." Her friend said, "look, don't cry now darling."

"But, but she said he left with someone last night!" YN mumbled, more to herself than sharing it with her best friend.

"You don't know for sure, YN, I'm always going to suggest you to go talk to him." Isabelle stressed on her advice to her.

"I, I don't want to talk to him now." She shook her head, standing up from her place and walking inside her room.

"What just happened?"

"Oh fuck!" Isabelle sighed, "it's not my place to tell you, I'm sorry." She shrugged looking at tired and hung over Harry stood in his balcony before she went in to check on her best friend.

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The next day, YN was at work all day, working an extra job during her break time so she can go to LA with Isabelle like they planned. There is so fucking way she's asking her dad for any more money after he blew her off like that. But Harry had made sure to talk to her asking about why she was crying.

It felt so wrong to believe what Beatrice said, she just hated her. It wasn't like it couldn't be true as well.

She had seen similar thing happen in movies but always thought it was an over exaggeration, but it also felt dramatic to compare her feelings to a stupid random movie plot.

All her life, everyone who's close to her have either left her own her own or just betrayed her. Like her best friend back home did. All she did was walked home with one of their mutual friend whom her friend was secretly dating and thought entirely wrong about both of them, it went to the point where she was seriously grounded so bad when her aunty got to know about it. Hell, even her own dad didn't wanted her.

Wait, is she overreacting?

She probably is.

She loves him. She'd just come to terms with it not even a couple of days ago, have wanting nothing more than to tell him that. She didn't know how to, but she had been writing and scrapping her monologues of rants to explain it to him all. He'd listen to her, every little syllable she'd utter, he made her feel visible. He helped her not invalidate her feelings like she is always used to. As un-feminist as it might sound of her but is a way he'd made her love herself just a tad bit than she ever remembers. All his little acts of services like cooking random meals for her or just randomly driving her somewhere to eat, take her bag sometimes when they walk back home from Uni. His acts of physical affection especially were her favourite, most especially his hugs or when he holds her hand and refuses to let go even when he's talking to his friends. He did that just with her right?

She wouldn't want anyone to have that but herself, even if that meant she was selfish for wanting all him to herself. He's her boyfriend after all, you don't share that with anyone else right?

YN finally understood what shagging meant and what Mitch was saying the other day. It was weird. To her especially. She didn't know if wanted to do that anytime soon, really.

It made her wonder how everyone her age was out drinking, hooking up and doing everything she grew up to believe wasn't right. Well, at the end of the day everything narrows down to one's own personal morals unless they're not hurting anyone's feelings. But she'd talked to her best friend about it, getting to know her views on this made keep her mind open. Whatever Harry did before they got together shouldn't be any of her business, right? As long as he didn't do any of that with anyone when he's with her.

But again, why would she doubt him and not talk to him like her best friend suggested? She's too much of a coward to face her feelings sometimes, that's the case. Yeah!

She didn't realise she'd already reached her building from work, and gotten into the lift without checking that it would be headed down to the basement parking first. Her entire day was a haze, let alone her remembering getting into lift without checking if it was would take her to her floor or take her to the basement first. Just as the lift door dinged open her phone dinged of a message too.

"YN, baby," she heard Harry, "what are you doing here?" She noticed his phone in his hand, it was definitely a fifth text from him. He grabbed her hand gently and pulled her out so he could hug her.

"What's wrong, lovie, why were you crying yesterday?" He asked, his voice hushed low.

"No—nothing." She shook her head clutching onto her bag but not returning his hug.

"What's wrong?" He asked again.

"It's nothing," she shook her head.

"Look I'm not going to trick you this time saying something to get it out of you," he warned her, but even his warning was gentle, "I know it's something I did to make you upset, you're avoiding me. Wanna fix it. You wanna talk about it?"

She nodded in agreement finally but shook her head in no, "let's go to mine, yeah?"

"No, no, I don't want to go upstairs and talk." She stuttered, "please?"

"Okay, let's go to my car, yeah?" He suggested but already making their way to his car, he opened the passanger door for her and made her sit there as he crouched on the ground next to her. "Now tell me, what happened yesterday?"

"Who—who was with you on Friday night?" She asked, almost choking on her own breath trying to hold back her tears.

"I was with the boys lovie, got a little tipsy so I called Mitch to pick me up. That's all." He shared, even though he'd find that question a bit invasive even if it were his girlfriend for the matter of fact, seeing her on verge of sobbing made his heart sink to his stomach so he caved in.

"So you didn't go with a girl to her place after?" She asked.

"No, why would I? Where is this coming from baby?" He asked his worried and frantic questions.

"Beatrice said that," she admitted, "that you left alone with this girl to her place. And some other things, I don't want to say."

He sighed heavily, "that was one of Niall's friend baby, we dropped her home as she was drunk her arse off that night. Wanted her to get home safely. Don't believe anything Beatrice says, okay?"

"Mhmm," she nodded sniffling on her tears, "I'm sorry."

"It's alright." He shook his head, "hey look at me?" With his hand cradling her jaw he made her look at him, "I know you don't like promises, but I need you to make me one promise, okay? Please?"

"Okay," she nodded.

"Promise me you'll come and talk to me about anything you want, especially if it is about you and I, about us, okay?" His was soft, he swiped the mascara stained tears from her soft skin.

"Mhmm."

"No, I want you to say it." He said, ardently.

"I promise." She mumbled.

"That's like a good girl," he smiled but it was not enough to see his dimples dent deep in his cheeks, "I know exactly what she said more. Look I don't do any of that, sleeping around with random people anymore. I wouldn't dare to do that especially when I'm with you, love. I want you to know that, okay?"

"Okay," she nodded in assurance.

"And the thing with Beatrice, to me it was nothing. Don't ever believe anything she says," he repeated, "I want this to work so bad with you, YN you know? I wouldn't do any of that and ruin it all. I know it is hard for you to trust on anyone but you have to, with me, I want to be with you for as long as you want me to stay. I'm not going to leave unless you say so, it's not a promise but a vow because I'm so, so, so in love with you." He said it.

Don't blame him, okay? He needed to say that. Especially when she is so upset.

"You—what?" For a second she did not believe what he said, especially his concluding statement.

"I love you," be repeated, "so much."

"You do?" Her voice almost stuck in her throat as her eyes pooled up with tears all over again.

"Of course I do. Wouldn't have said it otherwise." He smiled. "I know it sounds weird in real life, but I knew it the moment I saw you at that party. That I at least wanna be friends with you, but I got lucky that I got to do that and get the chance to fall in love with you. You looked so adorable in your little dress, mascara running down your chubby cheeks just like now." He pointed making her chuckle, "I just love you."

"I wanted to say that first!" She whined making him laugh.

"I can pretend I didn't say it first then," he took both her hands in his own. "Come on you can say it."

She was looking at him with her classic doe eyes the whole time, a little pout on her lips, "I love you, Harry."

He gasped, "I thought you'd never say that, I love you too YN."

"Stop playing!" She whined again like a toddler at his teasing.

"Okay, okay, seriously, I love you a lot baby." He said, softly caressing her knuckles with his thumbs.

"I love you too." She sounded. "Can I tell you something?"

"I'm listening," he moved closer, listening to her intently.

"I tried to practice but I can't," she admitted sheepishly making his smile grow wider resulting his dimples to show up now, "I don't know, you just make me feel safe, and heard, and validated. Thank you for choosing to be on my side."

"I'd never change that for anything." He announced, "you deserve to be heard and validated, I'm so glad you feel safe with me baby."

"I'm not a baby, don't call me that," she pouted with a grumpy face.

"You are," he corrected her, "you're my baby, whether you like it or not." She chuckled at that.

"One more thing," she hesitated.

"Please share it with me." His politeness was killing her and melting her heart into a puddle.

"No, it's nothing leave it. I'll tell you when the time is." She shied away.

"No come on, tell me," he insisted.

"It's nothing serious, I swear, I'll tell you but not now." She assured him. "And ummm, I'm sorry I shouldn't ask you where you've been I know I shouldn't be nosy but what Beatrice said was bugging me. I will never ask you that question again."

"Okay, I'm gonna trust you on that." He nodded, "thank you, and it's alright with me. I'm glad we had this talk." He gave her an assuring smile, bringing her hand up to his mouth he kissed her knuckles gently. "Did you eat anything? Do want to go out for dinner?"

"Isabelle and I made Lasagna today but we didn't eat any as she brought doughnuts, so it's still untouched ," she said, "we can go tomorrow, if you still want."

"I want some too," he stood up making way so she can step out and they can go upto their respective flats, or Harry would tag along.

"Okay," she nodded. "We can invite Mitch too."

"Did you guys made enough to feed our entire building?" He chuckled.

"No, just enough for Lunch and Dinner but like I said we ate doughnuts so we didn't even touch it." She explained.

"I'll text him," Harry nodded.

They went back to hers to eat lasagna. Harry Listened to YN rant about Isabelle was bugging her to make Lasagna as she sucks at making pasta dishes herself (though her rice dishes and home-made snacks slapped good! Both of them were good at something or other) and she didn't wanted to go out alone. So she had to dig out a recipe online and make it right the first time of trying it.

For the rest of the night Harry stayed over and they finished watching the entire The Office series and moved on to Friends, until YN fell asleep snuggled up next to him. Feeling all the more safe and sound also comfortable in her own bed, though it would be the first time of them sharing a bed for the night.

N O T E :

1. Omg I love writing them so much! I just want to keep writing and writing about these two. 😭

2. If you liked it please leave a vote and tell me what your favourite part was in this Oneshot.

3. If you have requests for these two li'l cuties or any other troops please do not hesitate to ask. I am taking requests.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #x reader #harry styles fic #harry styles x y/n #college!harry #collegerry #boyfriendrry #boyfriend!harry #lhh!harry #lhh

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t00turnttrauma · 2 years

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holy... shit...

Mac Saturn concert infodump incoming- the good and the bad. It’s also very ranty because I’m excited.

Okay. So the doors opened at six and I showed up at 5:20 ish. My friend and I went to get coffee at the place next door before the show. Then we went to the line around 5:40 and we were 12th and 13th or so. It was a super small club. It’s probably the size of the classroom I’m in right now, so like 24x30 foot room, not including the bar or check in booth.

Since I’m only 20, I had to pay a 3 dollar cover at the door... EMBARASSING!

The group of girls in front of us, four of them. I’m naming them Black Hair, Short Blonde, Tall Blonde, and Brunette. For the opener, Booth Blues, I was behind the short blonde and more or less in the third row. The Short Blonde kept headbanging and when I would put my hand on her shoulder to remind her that there’s someone behind her, she would turn around and give me a dirty look. I was very, very annoyed by the end of their set because I didn’t really appreciate the taste of her hairspray in my mouth. The tall blonde was very rude and was obviously only there for Mac Saturn. She was scrolling through Instagram and Twitter the entire time. I get it, but it was just very rude, in my opinion.

Between the opener and Mac Saturn, Black Hair and Short Blonde walked out of the area, so naturally, my friend and I were shoved forward. When they came back, they elbowed their way through the crowd. Black Hair then tried to put her bag next to her feet so she could have space beside her and was upset that her shit was getting kicked around.

Okay, okay, okay. Onto the important part. Mac fucking Saturn.

First off... Carson in the fur coat. I was flabbergasted. At this point, I was enjoying it so much. I was dancing and just doing my best to ignore the elbow from the black haired girl jamming its way into my face and chest. Like, I get it, have fun, but also be mindful of the people beside you. She also kept trying to grab his hand. She’d gotten him once or twice, but he would immediately move his hand back for his own safety. I mean, one good tug and he’s immediately down.

Around 3/4 through the show I started to get really dizzy. It’d been almost 12 hours since my last meal and that was just a waffle. So I took a second to reset and focus so I didn’t have to leave. Carson reached between Ellen and the girl in front of me and booped my nose because even though I was obviously not okay, I was still smiling and kinda sorta bopping along.

I also facetimed @jackiidk the moment she got home from work so she could see the show.

After the show, I got a set list and part of Carson’s sweaty ass shirt he ripped off of his body. As I was walking out of the crowd, I was shaking hardcore holding the set list. I couldn’t hear a single thing and I was almost in tears.

My friend and I hung around for a while. We met them all and I got all of their signatures on the set list, which I was shaking as I gave them the sheet. Nick grabbed my hand and told me that he appreciated the amount of times I focused my camera on him, which made me blush because I realized that I was not very sly. Evan asked me if it was okay to put his arm around me for a photo, which I thought was super sweet.

Then Mike. Everyone has amazing stories from Mike. We all know this. Well, mine was a doozy. My friend and I had this running joke that we were twins and we told him that after we both said “it’s so great to meet you,” at the same time and in the same tone. He leaned in and was like, “I believe it. You never know.” We stood there for a few. So a few wee ago, Addy, @whitesuitjake, and Katie, @jakekiszkasnose, went to another show where they FaceTimed me and I had the chance to talk to Mike. At the time, I didn’t have tickets. After Mike was like, you should come, I ran to buy tickets. Then I was mentioned Addy’s name and the show she went to and he goes, “that’s why you look so familiar! You’re from the phone thing!” and then hugged me again and I just felt so elated.

I had a 25 minute conversation with Angel about how strict our moms are which cracked me up. He was so sweet and obviously very into the conversation. The eye contact was immaculate and he was very amused when I told him that my mom thought I was at a sorority retreat for ‘group bonding’.

When it came to Carson, I really didn’t want to bug him because he was very into a conversation with someone else. I stood around and all I wanted was his autograph and he was very sweet about it. I know he does it to everyone but he did the double squeeze thing when he said hi. He also slightly called me out for facetiming Jacki during the show. He said something along the lines of having to buy another ticket next time.

tldr; I had a very good time. It was such an intimate show and they were attentive with everyone. 99% of the audience, pretty much except those four girls, were all super nice. It was super organized and we were able to all get at least 20 minutes with each member.

#i didnt realize that i talk alot #mac saturn #ketamine says words #ketamine and friends

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vatt-world · 2 months

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standup

I saw a job posting in the college newspaper for telemarketer and decided to interview for it. The college building was squeezed between a sandwich place and a bookstore. The guy interviewing me looked a bit like Paul Giamatti from "Billions," but there were definitely no billions to be made here.

During the interview, he asked simple questions like who had used a computer before and who knew how to use a phone, how to type basic english. I got hired and was given a script to follow.

I got hired and was given a script to follow. My job was to keep people/alumni on the line and chat about how great the university was still doing.

I was supposed to ask alumni like Milli for a hundred bucks to support the college. but milli response was "Oh, I'm sorry, hun. I'm barely scraping by on a fixed income. I'd love to help, really, but a hundred dollars? not happening." So, I lowered the amount to fifty dollars, but still got a no. Then I tried twenty dollars, and she agreed to make the donation.

After working for an hour, a bell rang for a break. The boss, stood on a chair and called out how much money everyone had brought in. He gave cookies to the top three earners.

Overall, it was an interesting experience, but I only worked there for a few weeks before my semester started, and I quit the telemarketing job.

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“BE CAREFUL!” my roommate WILLIAM TOLD ME . “I am being careful!” I said, grabbing the dvd from him and totally not being careful.It wasn't contraband or illicit substances..it was dance dvd.. I was staring at it in awe, my heart pounding like crazy. cuoristy got the better of me and I put the dvd in my vcr. And What unfolded on the screen was unlike anything I’d ever saw. and what captivated me even more was drummer in the corner setting the rhythm and this guy was dancing to the beat in rhythm…it was beautiful… soon i was playing drums… ////////////////////////////

yamaha bike, hiphop cd , coach andrew, transmission,affleck movie, embarassing-, clearance sales-denny's,

////////////////// I needed a job. Scanning through the student paper, I found an opening in the computer lab. It seemed perfect, except for the minor detail that I knew next to nothing about computers. All I knew was that if something goes wrong, you should reboot the computer. Sure, I could switch a computer on, but i knew nothing about coding, programming, troubleshooting.

I interviewed with this quiet guy who wore glasses, named Dominick. He wore a buttoned-up shirt, light brown khakis, and Nike running sneakers. "Hi, Kunal, nice to meet you,” he said, in a soft, high-pitched voice. “I am looking for some people to be computer lab managers. What are your skills?”

“Troubleshooting, programming, Excel, PowerPoint,” I said.

“Can you give me more details?”

"Sure, I've read courses online, fixed bugs on my computer, and developed applications."

"I like you. I’m going to hire you,” he said as we shook hands. Bingo! “Given your advanced skill set, I’m going to give you a very special project.”

He turned to the computer and opened up a software program I had never seen. “The school is trying to integrate this new voice recognition software. I want you to figure it out, dissect it, and write an entire instruction manual based on what you’ve learned.”

So three days a week, four hours each shift, my job was to sit at the computer and try to figure out voice recognition software. The first day I took the job very seriously. I spoke into the microphone and compared what I said to the words that appeared on the screen: “The cat drank the cow’s milk,” I said. On-screen: "You drank the milk." I said it slowly again… "You drank the milk" again… I basically gave up on the project after a few days, and each shift I would spend fifteen minutes on voice recognition, and then would spend the rest of my time chatting.

The week passed, the instruction manual was due and it was time to face the music. I decided to write something… click the L button… etc.

“I just got an email from the university. I have some troubling news.” Shit. My scholarships. Dominick took off his glasses. “The school has decided to put a stop to the software. The license has expired.”

I said, “Whatever’s best for the university."

“Because of your hard work and commitment to this project, I’m going to promote you to lab manager of the engineering building.” He gave me a raise, bumping me up to nine dollars an hour, which was damn good money at the time. I was a good lab manager.

////////////////// After finishing college, I got a job as a waiter in a restaurant. But I also had to wash dishes. Sadly, I wasn't very good at it. I was slow.

The restaurant needed clean dishes to keep running. So, even though I was slow, I had to keep going. The owner would tell me to just keep washing.

He often came over to me at the sink, shaking his head and yelling. He'd say, "Wash the pots first! Why are you washing the plates? We have lots of plates!"

When he got really frustrated, he'd grab the spray nozzle from me and quickly clean a bunch of pots in just a few minutes.

I got a job as used car salesman.

Apparently, you need zero qualifications to become a used-car salesman."

The car lot manager, Larry, was a sixty-year-old car salesman and a alcoholic. I wouldnt see him for days and then he would come and sell ten Dodge Neons in a week.

I looked up to him as a top-notch car pusher.

I learnt car sales from Larry and soon i became good that i could afford HomeTown Buffet once a week. and i know one day, if i worked hard and I'd be able to afford Red Lobster.

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It's been three days since I lost the pool key, and now my mom is mad at me. It feels like she has a superpower that keeps her angry without a break whenever I mess up, which is why I try my best to never do anything wrong.

It's like there's a flashing neon sign on my forehead: "HORRIBLE, TERRIBLE, GOOD-FOR-NOTHING KID WHO LOST THE POOL KEY. $50 DOWN THE DRAIN!"

I try to explain to her that Cindy and I put up twenty flyers all over, and I understand that fifty dollars is equivalent to three hundred and fifty tomans in Iran, which is a lot of money to flush down the toilet. That's what it'll feel like if we have to pay the landlady.

"Why don't you check the clothes dryer and all your pockets?" my dad suggests, im filled with hope. I search through all my clothes, inspecting the washer and dryer, even go through the vacuum cleaner bag. I c heck between the sofa cushions and manage to find twelve cents.

But still, no pool key. The following day, my dad suggests praying to Saint Anthony, claiming it always works. "Saint Anthony, you mean?" I ask.

My mom , suggests we ask Saint Anthony to come over and look for the key instead. "He's a saint, so he's been dead for a long time," I tell her. "If you think a dead man is going to help you find the key, good luck," she retorts.

but I decide to pray, and, my prayers are answered when a neighbor finds the key gives it to the apartment office.

/////////////// communication is the key. That's the key to a relationship. That's how you build intimacy, through communication. It's very important to talk and listen to your partner so you can both grow as a unit.

but It's just talking and talking and talking. And I was listening to every word 'cause I thought, you know, there was a point. But there's no point. I should've hired an AI for her to talk to. 'Cause there were so many things I just didn't care about. "Should I move this couch or get a new one? I don't know what to do with this room. What do you think?"

It was a psychotic, babbling conveyor belt of nonsense. "I went to get my nails done, but they didn't have the polish I want.

One of the differences was, I learned this from her, raised to ask questions. You have to ask questions like, "Why? How come? How much? That much? Why should I spend that much?" And, , we don't want to ask questions 'cause we don't want any information. "Look, I didn't see nothin', I don't know nothin'.

" So the questions started driving me crazy. It was like falling asleep with a Spanish radio station on.

Why do you think we possess some mysterious knowledge we're keeping from you? We go to see a movie, she's like, "Now, who's that guy?" "Did I write this thing? I came in with you. How the hell do I know who that guy is? What do you want me to do, show up early?

So she leaves, right? It's all over.

I'm sitting in my room for two weeks straight. my roommate says They don't want you to talk to them. They don't want you to listen to them. They want you to agree with them. And if you don't agree with them, they just keep talking and talking and talking until you do. and then they will say I'm glad we talked about it.'"

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When I was a kid, I had this bright yellow Yamaha YZ80 dirt bike. It was super fast, and I loved riding it around. But my mom hated it.

"Josep, you ride that thing, and I swear to God you’re going to die!" she'd yell at me. And I'd be like, "Mom, it's fine. I'm totally safe." But she wasn't having it.

"What, do you want to die? Is that it? Ha?" she'd say. And I'd respond, "No, Mom, I don't want to die." But then she'd hit me with, "Or maybe you want to kill me from worrying. Yes, that’s it—you want to kill me." And I'd just stand there like, "No, Mom, I don’t want to kill you."

But she wasn't done. "No, no, maybe it’s better if I die anyway. I go to heaven, at least I don’t have to worry anymore. Go ahead, keep riding the motorcycle." And I'd be like, "Fine. Fine! I won’t ride the motorcycle anymore!" But let's be real, I kept riding that motorcycle.

One time, a cop caught me riding the bike without headlights. He was really mad and told me to leave the bike and get in his car. I thought I was in big trouble, preparing myself for the worst—prison, electric chair, death by firing squad—whatever it was. I'm practically begging to go to jail at this point, but no dice.he took me home.

When we got to my house, my mom was freaking out because she thought I was missing. She was yelling at my sisters, too. The cop could hear everything, but he didn't seem to care. He walked me up to the door, and my mom answered, acting all polite.

But as soon as she saw me, she flipped out. She dragged me inside and slammed the door in the cop's face. That was the only time my mom ever hit me, but it wasn't physical. It was all the yelling and arguing that really hurt. //////////

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💡 for our muses to wait out a power outage together

BAD SITUATIONS: STARTERS - a collection of prompts for bad situations that two muses might find themselves in together, ranging from minor inconveniences to life-or-death scenarios. change & alter as needed. "Mhmmm..the last time I had traveled with a train, had been when I had met Kurapika for the first time." Senritsu looked over the cards in her small hands at Basho and Kurapika sitting opposite of her- Basho holding gamecards himself and the younger man hiding behind a opned book. The light from the traincompartment dyed everything in a yellow, warm hue as if they were playing cards on a late autumnafternoon and not in the middle of the night with the world past the warm electric lights of the train deep black and cold and endlessly long. There was a permanent humming in the air from the train beenath them moving, but over that were Bashos heartbeat singing her a content song, Kurapikas heartbeat that was calm and almost relaxed, and the noises of the other passengers in the compartments of the train that were either deep asleep in the late hour or tiered and slow. "Now that sounds like exciting company. Must have been a long trainride full of the most friendliest frowns, the kindest deathstares whenever you dare to breath in his direction, and the most sweetest 'don't talk to me, I am reading'. Not that I have ever expierenced that myself for the past two hours. Nohohohohoho." The burly man shot Kurapika a dramatic wriggle of his thick eyebrows that was more playful than actually meanspirited. Senritsu used the fact that he was looking to his seatneighbour and pulled a card out of her sleeve, adding it to her hand nimbly before humming truthfully like others would humm the sweetest melody: "He was the kindest company who even helped me put my suitcase out of the way." "Ha! Of course he did, little gentleman he is. Wonder why I had to put my own suitcase away today when he was around." There was a short moment in which Basho looked confused at the "take 2" - card Senritsu had just placed on the table between them, because he swore the woman had had before only four cards on her hand and that number had not changed. Yet the smile on the womans round face was sweet, so eventually he simply took two more cards up on his hand. "Then we were attacked by armed men who tried to rob Kurapika of his Hunter- licence, because he had used it as a trainticket.", Senritsu added and Basho almost choked on his laughter. Three cards disappeard in the womans sleeve. Grinning so wildly it seemed a miracle that grin did not circled around his whole head Basho looked to the side, friendly nudging his heavy elbow against the younger Hunters side: "Bwaha! Really? What a rookie-mistake!" Senritsu lay down another card that had not been on her hand before and the big man swallowed his laughter with a painful sound when he had to again take up more cards. The woman chuckled knowingly, although gently: "As if you have never done that when you came fresh out of the Hunter-exam, Mr. I-got-my-licence-with-twenthy-and-went-wild. I know I did, before learning my lesson." "I should have never played never-have-I-ever with you, you are like gundog for embarassing secrets. Yes, I did that- " the man rose a thick finger like a teacher teaching an important lesson: "-but that was a decade ago and I was alone when I got rounded up. So in contrast to this rookie here," it seemed as if Basho wanted to pat Kurapikas head, but changed his mind in the last moment as he only laughed: "- my mistake is long forgotten and noone will ever remember it." "Except me now.", Senritsu sang those words in the most sweetest tune, laying down her last card and fluttering her short eyelashes up at the other as innocently as she was definitive not. A confused frown drew a long line deep like a scar between Bashos bushy eyebrows: "...except you now. Huh, the gundog strikes again. I should really stop playing games with you."

The woman just took the cards back from him and started to shuffle them with small, nimble hands: "You wouldn´t be so cruel to me, Basho." "Never, but-" The next second a thick, heavy wave of blackness splashed down on them and filled the compartment when the lamps above their heads suddenly went out. From one moment to another the train stoppd and Senritsu would have landed on the floor, if it would not have been for one of Bashos big hands grabbing promptly for her shoulder to press her uncerimonically back into the bench as if she was a child sitting in the sidecar seat and her parent had hit the brakes too hard with one hand instinctively on their childs shoulder to keep them in place despite the seatbelt. A poltering sound like thunder stabbed into the womans ears when the sudden stop threw their baggage out of the nets over the seat´s and landed loud on the floor, joining the much too loud cacophony of the other passengers baggage in the other compartments hitting the floor accompanied with suprised yells and loud cussing. The blackness was far from quiet. And between this orchestra of confused voices, cursing, rapid breathing, startled heartbeats and the echo of screeching metal when the train had hit the brakes, something else reached the Musicians ears. Something like a whisper.

"Are you two alright?" Senritsu hastily asked in the blackness surrounding them, only to answer her own question in the same breath and a assuring nod to herself: "Good to hear that." Tiltining her head to the side like a attentove bird, Senritsu listened into the waves of noises around her- she heard the corridor on the other side of their compartmentdoor flooded with the nervosue footsteps of passangers stepping outside to ask what had happned, she heard scraps of conversations consisting of 'Dark', 'blackout', 'stop'; she heard children crying who had woken up from the sudden stop, she heard the tiered moaning of electronics that had a second before still worked but couldn't start now, she heard the doors of the train opening and the footsteps of the trainconductor stepping on the grass outside. "The whole train is dark. It seems to be a blackout-", the woman stood up, her head still tilted to the side as she listened more swiftly through the wild swirl of voices until she could hear the hasty, nervouse conversation of two trainguards with one of the voices belonging to the trainguards who had an hour before controlled their tickets and had chuckled at seeing how Senritsu nimbly had taken a card out of her sleeve that Basho had not noticed: "-yes, a blackout, the staff says." There was rustling of cloth when the Music-Hunter took Bashos hand from her shoulder, squeezed it thankfully in her small hands, and then hopped off the bench. It was deep black around her, but the noises reflected from the walls of the train and the luggage on the floor, so she knew perfectly where people and things were located and her steps were sure and without any hestiation: "Stay here. I heard the trainoperator step outside and will ask him what is wrong." Not even looking back- after all only blackness would look back- the woman opned the door to their compartment and stepped outside on the corridor. Silver moonlight fell through the windows in thin threads on the corridor,dyeing everything around her grey and colourless. Nimbly the short woman stepped around other passangers until she reached one of the trains doors- the one with the hightuned creaking hinges through which she had heard the trainoperator walk outside- and stepped outside. Past the trains metalwalls the traintracks lead through a valley surrounded by high grass that spanned the world past the trainracks like an ocean. And like an ocean the tall grass, taller than Senritsu, taller than the passengers stepping outside behind the woman, the grass swayed in the icy nightbreeze. In the little light of the moon and the stars the grass looked as if drawn with dark ink. Its shadows scampered over the valley of black, grassless earth the traintracks had been build on. The Blackness was far from quiet. Between the voices, different breaths and heartbeats inside the train, between the rustling of the clothes of the other passangers who had left the train and now went along the tracks curiously, between the conductors quiet muttering, between the rustling of the tall grass moving in a barely feelable breeze, there was something else reaching her ears. Something like a whisper. "What is that? Did you fled from Bashos jokes, Kurapika?", the woman looked over her shoulder up to her colleague who had joined her outside. An amused smile that was far from beeing suprised about him follwing her, curled around her stark frontteeth as she winked friendly up to him and hummed: "You should give him a chance. He has a great sense of humor." [ @skarletchains ]

#hello dear :D #V: Es saß ein klein wild Vöglein #skarletchains #1999 hxh anime plotpoint? 1999 hxh anime plotpoint. you can take redhead senritsu OUT OF MY COLD DEAD HANDS

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