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neon-lights-and-glitter · 1 year

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I AM READY TO BEAT THE DOG SHIT OUTTA JACK AND THAT BITCH HALEY 🔪 Anywayzzzz you ate this tf up babe!! 🫶🏽

You listened as he walked out onto the balcony. If they leave the room, THEY DOIN SNEAKY SHIT!!

“I know what it looks like, but like I said, we aren’t together. All that shit you’ve seen is fake.” Jack said, letting out a sigh. I- BITCH ARE U DUM?? 🤨 why would you tell the girl you fuckin, you in a FAKE PUBLIC RELATIONSHIP WIT YO EX!!

Y/N wearing your jacket, the one that I got you?” Hold the fuck up- YOU HAD MY MY GIRL IN A JACKET, ANOTHER BITCH GAVE U?!? 😐

“No, of course I don’t love her anymore.” Jack lied, why would u lie?? You just diggin yourself in a deeper hole, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!! Like bitch u know how to dodge a question!

If your real relationship didn’t change that, then why would your fake relationship. This line js hurt tf outta me 🥲

“I would, but I think I’m going to meet up with some friends.” YOU BLOWIN OFF MY GIRL FOR SOME HOE?? 😐🤨

He explained everything to Hayley, excluding the pregnancy and leaving out that you were sharing a room. Why the fuck are you telling people her business 😕 Jack please be soooo fuckin Fr, WHY U TELLIN BITCHES SHE PREGO?? Also know she probably gon pop up at yo damn hotel room AND SEE MY GIRL!

Though he did think about it after they had already had sex and Hayley was lying in bed next to him. The same spot you were laying in that morning.Excuse- hold up…EXCUSE THE TOTAL FUCK OUTTA ME. YOU NOT ONLY BROUGHT THIS BITCH BACK TO THE HOTEL ROOM, BUT SLEPT WIT HER IN THE BED YOU SHARE WIT SOMEONE ELSE??! 🤨

“I’m so sorry, I would have never done anything if I knew you two were together.” Hayley apologized to you, though that wasn’t the truth, she had in the past. See I was abt to take back all those names after she apologized, BUT SHE HAD SEX WIT HIM WHEN THEY WERE TOGETHER TO?? Fuck her & him tbh 🖕🏽

I don’t want you thinking that I’m hiding some relationship behind your back.” But you are?? 🤨 sex or not y’all got somethin goin on & you was hiding it. Soooo FUCK U & that FAKE ASS APOLOGY.

Not me forgetting I named the girl Hayley and being confused on who Hayley was 😂 Thank you 💖

If they leave the room, THEY DOIN SNEAKY SHIT!! Yes!! This 100%!! and he didn't want to wake her up but that was only so he didn't get caught.

I- BITCH ARE U DUM?? 🤨 why would you tell the girl you fuckin, you in a FAKE PUBLIC RELATIONSHIP WIT YO EX!! So he can still fuck her without keeping up the appearance of being in a relationship, and NDA's, but NDA's don't stop someone from talking.

Hold the fuck up- YOU HAD MY MY GIRL IN A JACKET, ANOTHER BITCH GAVE U?!? 😐 Yep, he did 😬 In my head though he didn't remember Hayley gave it to him, not that it really makes it better.

why would u lie?? You just diggin yourself in a deeper hole, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!! Like bitch u know how to dodge a question! All he had to do was dodge the question, thats it, but nope, he lied instead, he likes to lie in this series.

This line js hurt tf outta me 🥲 This is one of the most painful lines I've ever written, I can't even express how much it hurt me to write.

YOU BLOWIN OFF MY GIRL FOR SOME HOE?? 😐🤨 Blowing her off to go fuck someone else. even though he doesn't have those plans, he pretty much knows what's going to happen if he meets up with Hayley.

Why the fuck are you telling people her business 😕 Jack please be soooo fuckin Fr, WHY U TELLIN BITCHES SHE PREGO?? Also know she probably gon pop up at yo damn hotel room AND SEE MY GIRL! He didn't tell Hayley she's pregnant, (reading that back now I do see how thats confusing) He doesn't want that news getting out anymore then she does at the moment.

Excuse- hold up…EXCUSE THE TOTAL FUCK OUTTA ME. YOU NOT ONLY BROUGHT THIS BITCH BACK TO THE HOTEL ROOM, BUT SLEPT WIT HER IN THE BED YOU SHARE WIT SOMEONE ELSE??! 🤨 When he could have gotten another room, or they could have even went back to her place, or even have done it on the couch if he insisted on sleeping with her in the room, but nope, he picked the bed.

See I was abt to take back all those names after she apologized, BUT SHE HAD SEX WIT HIM WHEN THEY WERE TOGETHER TO?? Fuck her & him tbh 🖕🏽She was the one that Jack was sleeping with for 2 months before they broke up (and after they broke up). 😬 she was really just apologizing for getting caught, sure she might have felt bad to some extent, but also, not really.

But you are?? 🤨 sex or not y’all got somethin goin on & you was hiding it. Soooo FUCK U & that FAKE ASS APOLOGY. YES!!!! It doesn't matter if there is a label or its a relationship officially, he's still hiding it! Feelings being involved or not!

#awhore4moree

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criceofpain · 2 years

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Nana's 애기 reaction starts here:

Clad in his usual hoodie-jeans combination, Sim Jaeyun flashes you an anticipating grin as he comes back with two venti frappuccino cups --- ALREADY I CAN PICTURE THIS EASILY

before I forget what made you decide on the name Minji?

Jake staring at Minji reminds me about his appearance at the WillBen show with Jay, and when he kept cooing Jay had to say "they're not puppies, you know" ajskhdkjasdhkajsh

UWON ASHDJKASDHAKSJD WHAT A CUTE NAME

Jake ends up telling Minji everything he thought she had to know about you five years ago—except for a number of things he decides to keep hidden. ---- OOOOOOOOOOOOHH LIKE WHAT??? DIRTY THOUGHTS???

MISTER CONGENIALITY SHUT UPA SDKJASDJAHSDAS I LOVE THE MOVIE MISS CONGENIALITY

“I hope to God I’m doing this comforting shit right.” -- what a mood i can't do shit to comfort ppl adhskjashdkj

not Jake leaving the fridge door open for too long ahkshakjsdhsakjh

“Everybody likes mommy. What do you mean?” --- BOSS

DOG CAFE

OUCH IT'S NEVER GONNA HAPPEN ASHJDKASHDKASJCAREFUL WITH WHAT YOU SAY Y/N

OPPA LOVES MOMMY HASHDASHASHA OUTED JUST LIKE THAT! I AM WHEEZING

gasp not Beomgyu spiking the drink THAT LITTLE BITCH

JAKE A VIRGIN AFTER SPENDING FOUR YEARS ABROAD WHY DO I NOT TRUST HIM??? CALL HIM SIMP JAEYUN NOT SIM JAEYUN

“Are you gonna shut that pretty little mouth of yours or am I gonna kiss the living daylights out of it?” --- /blushes like a slut

I'm silent here because I don't comment on smut scenes because I need to be FOCUSED

okay now let me just say I am proud of you for writing this lengthy fic even though it's not normal for you! i still remember when you would come to my asks to consult about the plot and I am sorry it took me THIS LONG to finally read it.

you can WRITE. whenever you feel down or unmotivated, just remember I said that. you have talent.

OOOOOOOOOH THE REVIEW FROM THE GREAT NANA HERSELF HAS FINALLY ARRIVED 😭

i know jake way too much for him to not get his everyday outfits accurate 💥💥💥 i'm a simkungdan for a reason

minji actually came from newjeans' minji! she's looks pretty istg

THE JAYKE WILLBEN EPISODE OH MY GOD he would look at minji as if she was a lil puppy

uwon is actually... jungwon lolz BUT uwon and jungwon in the aegi universe are two different people! one is small and one is a teenager

he means his feelings... but yeah dirty thoughts can also count 💀

YES JAKE WOULD BE MISTER CONGENIALITY IN PROM NIGHT I JUST KNOW IT

jake had a little irl heeseung moment 💀 aegi!jake just couldn't find the words to say

he's too whipped y/n's gonna whack him in the head for the high electricity bills

if y/n can't be girlboss, her daughter's gonna get the job done 😎

DOG CAFE BC JAEYUN DOG DAD

minji blowing jake's cover will always be my most favorite thing to write (and reread)

she's like "what r u gonna do abt it 🤨"

#BeomgyuIsOverParty

jake just loves his high school gurlie too much that he decides to not do himself a favor and get laid when he had the chance 💥💥

jake's just cocky as fuck when he asked the question "Are you gonna shut that little mouth of yours or am I gonna kiss the living daylights out of it?" HE KNOWS HE'S GOT HER UP IN HIS SLEEVE

that's honestly fine!! i want people to have different opinions whenever they read aegi because after all, it has wholesomeness, pain, and filth all in one. they can choose whatever they want to dwell on.

I LOVE THIS COMPREHENSIVE FEEDBACK SO MUCH AND I HONESTLY COULDN'T BE MORE HAPPY TO READ THIS!!!

#[ ❓ ] — asks #[ 🖤 ] — moots #[ 🍥 ] — nana #series: aegi #fics: aegi #[ 💡 ] — feedback #FINALLY

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borderline-gays-club · 1 year

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I had such a fucked up dream last night. Definitely bc I was feeling anxious yesterday and today . I’ll get into that later

But my dream: I was with a group of ppl, I guess they were my friends ? And one of them I had like a crush/obsession feeling towards him. And he literally wouldn’t even look me in the eye. Like barely recognized I existed. And everything I said and did he’d b annoyed or dismissive. And it felt so shitty bc I wanted his approval SOOO badly. I was desperately trying to impress him and every attempt made him dislike me more lol.

And then at the end of the dream I was on the train with this group of ppl and we were going to the beach or something. And they all like got up and was like oh we’ll b back gotta do something (I forget wat it was but it made sense in the dream lol). So I was like ok sure. And then a lot of time passed and one of the ppl texted me like oh ya we left btw. And I was just on this train alone fuckin devastated. And then I woke up in real life anxious as fuck.

So yah I kno why I had this dream. Today was my last day at my job and I decided to not tell everyone it was my last day. Long story short my manager disrespected me and so I decided not to put in my two weeks cus it fucked with my plan to take my pto and then b gone. And like she doesn’t deserve time to find someone new to replace me lol.

ANYWAY. Ofc my last shift here I’m closing with my used to b obsession(but still falls into the category of me wanting him to want me), and so all fuckin day I’m thinking of how to say bye to him without fully revealing that todays my last day and even rehearsing it in my head.

Also he’s very fuckin avoidant and barely talks lol and does not really express sentimental emotion(which is why I became obsessed lmao) . And so I was just anxious abt saying my goodbyes subtly specifically toward him cus I had a gut feeling I wud b disappointed. Annnnd I was right lol. But it’s ok.

Cus I had this fantasy in my head that we’d go out on one date and I’d seduce him and then just disappear. I guess ultimately it’s a power trip I wanted. Idk gotta think thru my motivations a bit more.

But ya all I said to him was, r u gonna miss me? (And depending on his answer had a follow up question). And ofc he answers in the most indirect way. He fuckin says, do u want me to miss u? And I say …uh I’m asking u lol. And he just goes maybe, I don’t kno I’m clueless..

Like bitch. I had to laugh. And like I kno for a fact he at least enjoys my company cus he’s expressed fondness only when he was drunk lmao. But it’s ok, I’m doing good by not letting this stupid response affect me too much LOL. Cus I kno he’s just avoidant as fuck and also my desire for him is purely bc of my BPD. Within a week I’ll prob forget abt this whole thing. In fact I will.

Anyway it’s the end of an era at this place for me: feels bittersweet cus I genuinely got along with pretty much everyone but unfortunately my manager had to fuck it up.

I’m anxious of my new job but it’ll b a good refresh button tbh. Change is a good thing

#actually bpd #bpd #bgc #bpd thoughts #quiet borderline #actually borderline #bpd shit

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sunghun · 3 years

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enhypen when you don’t say “i love you” back

requested; no :]

warnings; cursing, mentions of food

note; i’m slowly getting over writer’s block and this just randomly came to me, so :)

희승 | heeseung;

“see you later babe, love you!”

“okay.”

literally just like . freezes lmao

bc surely he just didn’t hear you say it right?

right???

probably just stands outside your front door overthinking the whole situation

you’ve always said it back

and he doesn’t remember doing anything wrong

so what’s wrong??

comes back inside after standing out there for like 5 minutes

“i thought you left al-“

“you did say you love me too right????”

but you just shrug

“idk i don’t remember”

and his face just goes 😧

what do u mean you don’t remember

cautiously walks back over to the door

“okay well….i guess i’ll go now….love you…”

and you decide to stop messing with him

“love you too honey.”

let’s out the BIGGEST sigh of relief lmao

제이 | jay;

“hey y/n”

“yeah?”

“i love you”

“cool.”

bitch you did NOT

will get Extremely offended

is gonna stare at you like 😐

“say it back.”

“say what ba-“

“Say It Back.”

may get extra petty and ignore you until you say you love him too

“hey baby can you-“

“sorry what was that? i can only hear people who LOVE ME.”

“jay i can’t reach this could you-“

“hmmm idk…..i mean i probably could if you loved me but since not….”

and at this point you are Very Much fed up w him

bc it’s been like two days lol

“ALRIGHT i love you, dumbass. now hand me the cup.”

“of course babycakes. love you too 🥰”

제이크 | jake;

“okay bye honey! i love you!”

“mhmm.”

you did it over the phone

at the end of ur conversation

and then hung up right away

and you can bet your whole ass he called you back like

“is something wrong?”

“no.”

“did i forget anything?”

“no.”

“are you upset?”

“no.”

is low-key distressed

but then is all like

“i’m sorry if i did anything wrong. if you tell me what it was i can apologize properly.”

and you can hear the ☹️🥺 in his voice

yeah good luck not showering him in “i love you”s after that

성훈 | sunghoon;

“i love you.”

“hmm.”

literally just stands there like🧍‍♂️

like he doesn’t wanna make a big deal out of it

but he also wants you to say it back??

ice prince needs that ego boost wbk

would try to be all cool and act like he doesn’t care

but that only lasts a few hours

and suddenly he’s all up in ur space like

“why aren’t you saying you love me too 🤨“

“idk what you’re talking about”

sighs really loudly and rolls his eyes

if this goes on for more than a day he might try to bribe you into saying it back lmao

“hey y/n you want some chocolate?”

“yeah sure”

“say you love me first”

spirals further into losing his mind until you finally say it back

and then he’s just like “of course you do 🙄😘”

선우 | sunoo;

“i love you baby”

“cool.”

literally goes from 🥰 to 😐 to 😑

knows somethings up right from the start

so he doesn’t say anything abt it for a while

but he Will act a little passive aggressive

“hey sunoo can you bring me some water?”

“i don’t know, CAN i?”

“i wonder why they did that?”

*slowly turns to look at you* “i don’t know. sometimes people do dumb things”

eventually he can’t take it anymore and goes up to you like

“hey y/n 😳 is there something you want to say to me 😳😳”

“uhm…. i love you….”

gets all smiley and happy

“aww i love you too sweetie ☺️”

정원 | jungwon;

“i love you!”

“yeah.”

pauses right outside the door like

wait a minute…..

walks right back in lmao

“i said i love you.”

and you just look up from your phone like 🤨

“yeah i know.”

stares at you for like 5 minutes straight

before going “okay.” and walking back out lol

bc his aquarius ass is PETTY AF

and he knows Exactly what you’re doing

two can play at that game 💅🙄

reverts to calling you by ur government name and won’t hold your hand

which honestly kind of backfires on him

bc calling you “love” and “baby” is like a second nature to him

and no hand holding = a very sad wonnie :(

so you’re both gonna be kinda miserable :/

until u finally break like “ALRIGHT i love you now please hold my hand”

and he’s secretly even more relieved than you are lmao

니키 | niki;

“i love you y/n.”

“thanks.”

malfunctions a little bit

did you really just…..?

probably repeats himself

just to make sure you actually heard what he said

“i…..love….you….”

and you’re just like….?

“thank……you….?”

wouldn’t say anything bc he doesn’t wanna look like a baby

but it Will eat away him

low-key questions everything about your relationship

is it bc he made fun of you for crying over that movie yesterday?

or because he left the toilet seat up??

are you getting ready to leave him and run away to france with man named pierre???

WHAT IS IT

finally breaks down after a couple days in the most d r a m a t i c way ever

“IM SORRY I CALLED YOU A CRYBABY PLEASE DONT RUN AWAY WITH PIERRE I PROMISE ILL LEAVE THE TOILET SEAT DOWN.”

and you’re just like

….tf?

until u finally realize what’s wrong

and then you just roll your eyes like

“i love you too, drama queen.”

“oh thank GOD.”

might tear up a bit

now who’s the crybaby?

#enhypen imagines #enhypen x gender neutral reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen reactions #enhypen headcanons #enhypen fluff

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slasherwife · 4 years

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I wonder, Slashers do something that makes their S / O very hurt (maybe they said something they shouldn't have or something else) they turn around and find their S / O crying, she says "Why do you hate me? I love you, but I'm making you suffer ... do you want me to leave? "

First off, ouch 😭

How the Slashers react to hurting their s/o

“Why do you hate me? I love you, but I’m making you suffer... do you want me to leave?”

Thomas Hewitt

Okay tbh our bab Tommy would never do anything to hurt his S/O. Like... ever

But hearing you say those words in pain? He wished he was dead, so that your pain would end.

This situation makes him so stressed he sees black spots and he gets dizzy. He starts to hate himself entirely 😭🥀🖤

How could he ever hurt you? His love, his light, his angel?💖🖤

You can see he is hesitant, but his eyes tell everything. They swirl with regret and desperation for your forgiveness—

He just stares into your eyes as they well up, and he wants to reach out to wrap his arms around you— in the familiar warmth— but he falters

His hands are no longer worthy of you

He ends up running away.

GO AFTER HIMMMMM😭😭💖💖💕💕

Jason Vorhees

The only time he hurts you like so is on ACCIDENT. He’s too soft 🥺💖

If he could speak, he would say, “Don’t leave Jason.”

Over and over again.

Soft and stoic abt it, but internally, he’s wrenching in pain

He wants so desperately to tell you he loves you more than anything— that he’s sorry

But nothing emits from his deteriorating gash of a mouth

His eyes tell you a thousand times he’s sorry, he wants to go to his knees and beg for you to forgive him— beg you not to leave him 🥀

How could you say that? He’s genuinely confused, because you’ve never done anything to upset him😞💖

You’ve only been his sweet angel, who brings him joy and happiness, and loved him through everything ☀️🌷💕

He would shed oceans of blood for you❤️

It hurts him beyond consolation, so be upset, be cross, but do not leave him 🥀

Michael Myers

First off. No.

Stoic man is stoic

But internally he’s like, “I need u, dumb bitch.” uWu ❤️

You will get no reaction from him WHATSOEVER

He will stand there idly while you stare back, waiting for a response. Just know you’re wasting your time if you wanted a reaction.

I know it says “do you want me to leave?”, but if you tried, lol I dare you to even act remotely suspicious near a door or window.

He is EXTREMELY possessive and the thought of letting you slip through his fingers brings him tremendous rage.

Don’t stare too long and challange him tho uWu he will probably break you 🤭❣️(not in the fun way)

Blocks his emotions out of instinct so he probably won’t feel bad because of what you said.

I recommend distancing yourself and stop doing things for him if you really want an answer. He’ll realize he needs you, emotionally and all.

He’ll go out to kill some lady for her jewelry and leave out a couple necklaces and rings he thinks you’ll like, and that’s as close to an apology he’ll ever get 😊💜

Bubba Sawyer

U did not just say that 🥺

Even moreso than Thomas or Jason, he will n e v e r be mad at u or give u the impression that he hates u

If u ever said that to him, he would probably stare down at you, his eyes welling in pain before it all comes crashing down—

“Why would u say that Y/n” 😭😭

He’s a dramatic boo so he’ll probably drop to his knees and hug your waist, sobbing.

He might blubber out, “no leave bubbb.... *hiccup* no leave—“

He’s probably more of the vocal slashers, assuring you in broken English that he loves you and doesn’t want you to leave. 😭💖💕

Bo Sinclair

Looks behind him at you, before turning away and leaving.

This man doesn’t do emotion. Uwu 🖤

Tbh he’s embarrassed to be in this situation and puts the guilt on himself 💔🥺

He’s all in his head about this, to be honest 🥺

He probably will treat you like normal, hoping you forget about it and get over it lol

PDA doesn’t change a bit uWu. Whether you’re mad or happy, you’re Bo’s and nothing can change that hon. U don’t have a say in the matter uWu 🥀💖💖

But in his head he tries to think about what he did wrong, blames himself for a lot of stuff, and begins to think he’s not worthy of you 💔💔🥺🥀

This is when he’ll be very remorseful and at most will probably stroke your cheek while gazing intensely at you when you’re sleeping, and just a lot of lingering touches.

Just know that he’s sorry, even though he doesn’t say it 🥺💖💕

Brahms Heelshire

100% lil shit will dote on you with affection like “noooo dont leaveeeee 😏”secretly already prepared for your eventual escape with like 400 diff traps and a panic room

“I need youuuuu to make me cereal” 🥺🥺💕💖💕💖

Super touchy, uses his child voice to coax you into his arms as he gives you affection and love uWu

Will probably make u forget everything in the span of five minutes as he probably attaches himself to your leg and calls u sweet names in his child voice lell 💕💖😊

Tbh I don’t really see Brahms feeling necessarily bad about how you feel. He probably doesn’t understand the concept of healthy love so, hearing you say that stuff makes him think you’re not going to do things for him

Uwu sorry he’s like Michael but a brat🤭💕

So he’ll make sure you don’t think that uWu 😚💖 he’ll probably make u a pb and j with milk and cuddle u while u eat and sneak a few bites

Hope u liked ittt 💖💖

#slashers #thomas hewitt #Jason Vorhees #Michael Myers #bubba Sawyer #bo sinclair #Brahms Heelshire #slasher headcannons #thomas hewitt headcannon #jason vorhees headcannon #michael myers headcannon #bubba sawyer headcanons #bo sinclair headcannon #brahms heelshire headcanons

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grxtsch · 3 years

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lyin’ eyes

[jimmy page x reader]

summary: after relationship troubles, (y/n) decides to leave and hopefully forget all that’s happened. but when she reaches a place that holds many memories, a certain old friend who she shared those memories with was waiting for her to return.

notes: i don’t know what that summary is but i made it up on the spot so don’t even complain abt it :P

also i personally think that this is my best fic so far so yeah enjoy ig 😩🤚

edit: LMAO this was supposed to be based off of the song by the eagles but my brain had other ideas rip

warnings: cheating (idk if i need to warn u abt that but i’m being safe), swearing, fluff

“(y/n) please wait!” a voice sounded from behind you as you dragged a suitcase filled with your clothes and other possessions to the front door.

“no chris, i’ve waited long enough at the damn restaurant and where were you?” you said, throwing your free hand up in the air. “you were fucking this bitch in our— no, your house.” you seethed back at your now ex-boyfriend, who stood with an expression of grief.

“in fact, i don’t want to wait at anymore restaurants for your stupid ass.” his grief soon turned into anger as you spun around on your heels and walked out the front door.

you could hear him shouting some profanities out of the open door, but you managed to block out his voice and instead focus on the sound of your shoes on pavement as you walked with your suitcase to wherever your feet would lead you.

you were completely done with his bullshit. coming home late claiming he was “working”, flirting with other girls when you two were out shopping, and, just like this night, leaving you stranded at some restaurant for some other chick. it wasn’t even the first time he’s done that. you were ready to leave him before this day had even started; you had spent a few days secretly putting all of your possessions into your handy suitcase, only putting away a couple things at a time so he wouldn’t notice the lack of your items in the house.

before you knew it, you were standing in front of a bar that you used to always go to with one of your dearest friends. “maybe he still comes here.” you thought as you made your way through the bar door and straight to a small booth in the far corner of the building. the same small booth that your friend and yourself had always sat at when you both would come here.

his name was james page, which he preferred jimmy, but you just used james instead to pick some fun at him. the two of you were the closest of friends, ever since your childhood where you fell off of your bike and he ran over to check to see if you were okay. he even went with you to your house just to make sure that you weren’t hurt. even as you both had gotten older, you would both help each other out with homework, watch movies together, and he even taught you some guitar chords and tricks.

the downfall of your friendship happened a while after he joined one of his first bands; the yardbirds. he would always be traveling, performing at different concert venues around the country, and even the world. at first you would just call him or he would call you on these tours, which worked well for awhile, until he got so busy with the band that he didn’t have any time to return your many missed calls.

you missed him dearly, thinking of him from time to time during the day. you often wondered what he was doing at the time when you thought of him, whether it was playing his guitar or just relaxing at wherever he may call home.

you stood up to go grab a beer, hoping to wash your thoughts away, when a very familiar sound reached your ears. it was his laughter. the same sweet laughter you grew fond of whenever you’d be around him. you didn’t know how much you longed to hear that sound again until that very moment, it almost held you in a trance until the beautiful sound melted away and the song that the jukebox was playing had replaced it.

“i was probably just imagining it.” you thought. running a hand through your hair to try and focus back on reality, you continued to the bar, a fairly large opening right in front of you that you could get to quickly. when you reached the bar, you heard a familiar voice say, “(y/n)! long time no see!” you looked up to see the bartender, florence. she has been the same bartender since you and jimmy started coming to this bar, usually just to hang out and talk about different things. you were still surprised that she still worked here, she’s not as young as she used to be, but you were glad that she was here and not some other new bartender.

“hey flo! how’s everything been recently?” you smiled lightly, not really in the mood to talk a lot, but willing to make small conversation with your old friend. “quite good dear! it’s been boring without yourself and jimmy constantly making a ruckus in here though, i kind of miss having to tell the manager about how you two broke the jukebox again!” florence joked, causing you to let out a small laugh. “yeah, those were the good old days, weren’t they?” she smiled. “they really were. anyway! how about a drink for you aye?”

“whiskey. any kind will do.” you replied, which flo nodded and went off to get your drink, coming back in record time with a glass about half way filled with the golden-brown alcohol. you smiled and said a quick “thank you” and carefully took the glass, bidding flo a farewell and she returning it.

you walked back over to your seat, the chat with florence clearing your mind of the earlier events and bringing your mood up a bit. she always had that effect on people, making them crack even a slight smile when they’re feeling blue. right as you were about to sit down, the voice that you never thought you’d hear again called out, “(y/n)? is that you?”

you set your glass down, mentally preparing to see him for the first time in a long, long time. holding your breath, you turn around and see him, the jimmy page, your old best friend. “james?” his hair was longer, barely reaching to his shoulder, and it was slicked back slightly, showing his beautiful green eyes. his smile was still the same, and you swore your heart did a backflip when he smiled at you and said “oh (y/n) i knew it was you! i couldn’t miss that gorgeous hair of yours anywhere.”

you were pretty sure that your face was bright red as you smiled bashfully. “oh thank you jim. and i see you grew yours out hm?” he chuckled, running his hand through his hair softly and said “yeah, i just thought why the hell not you know?” “mhm! i like it a lot, it suits you.” you said back, nudging his shoulder with your knuckle.

he grins and mumbles a quick “thanks”. he then looks back up at you and says “wanna sit and chat for awhile? catch up on all the times we missed?” you nod, motioning for him to sit at the opposite side of where your drink is, and he sat, you following his actions and sitting down as well. you grabbed your glass of whiskey and took a long sip of it, leaving only a small amount left in the bottom of the cup. jimmy’s eyes followed your hand as you set it back on the table, then his eyes flicked back up to meet yours, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“is everything alright? i haven’t seen you drink like that in, well, i’ve never seen you drink like that.” you sighed, drawing your finger around the rim of the cup gently. “if i’m being honest, no. a year after we, y’know, stopped talking, i found a guy and we got along quite well and started dating.” you noticed jimmy’s hand clenched into a fist, so you continued.

“everything was fine between us, until recently. he started going after other girls, even with me around him. he even asked me on a date just so i would stay, because i told him that if he doesn’t get his shit together then i’m just going to leave. we were supposed to meet at a restaurant, but of course he didn’t show up even when he’s the one who wanted me to go with him and not the other way around. so i went back to our former shared house and found him fucking some random chick that i’ve seen him flirt with before.” you stared at your drink, before grabbing it and finishing it off. as soon as you set the glass back, jimmy’s hand softly reached for yours and held it, caressing his thumb over your knuckles.

you rose your eyes up to meet jimmy’s, his eyes holding a soft, caring look, the same look that you’ve longed to see for many years. “it’s fine though, really. it’s not like i really loved him anyway..” you lied, thinking of when you first met chris, how happy he made you. but you realized that a certain someone, perhaps the someone sitting across from you, had made you happier than chris could’ve.

“(y/n) love, your lying eyes really give away that you did love him at one point, and it’ll take a while to try and un-love him, trust me.” a soft hand came in contact with your cheek, gently wiping a stray tear away that you didn’t notice had fallen. looking back up at jimmy, you smiled at him and brought your hand that wasn’t occupied and rested it against his. “i know jimmy, but i think i’ve already moved on from that asshole.”

his eyes flashed with a glimmer of hope, and he softly nodded, a small smile painting his face. he paused, then cautiously asked; “i know we’ve only talked for a few minutes, and you can refuse this offer, but how about we ditch this bar and go somewhere else?” you brought jimmy’s hand down to rest on the table, holding them both with your warm hands and nodded. “yeah, i’d like that.” he stood up from the seat, pulling you up with him.

“well then, what are we waiting for?”

tag list: @rebel-without-a-zeppelin @asetcrowley @reincarnated70sbaby @thebeatlesuniverse @princesspagey @jonesyjonesyjonesy

#jimmy page x reader #jimmy page fanfic #led zeppelin #jimmy page #john paul jones #john bonham #robert plant #classic rock #classic rock fanfic #i’m so proud of this HELP

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ahloveisboo · 3 years

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light a flame (m.)

pairing: lee jihoon x fem!reader

genre: smut, 18+ (fingering, hand job, mutual masturbation, orgasm denial, mentions of oral sex both male and female receiving, basically just one long description of foreplay and no climax bc jeonghan's a bitch (not really jihoon's just too Dependable for his own good)).

wc: 2.2k

summary: jihoon has a meeting in 30 minutes but he’s wearing that one shirt that absolutely drives you crazy.

i posted a moodboard to go with this.

a/n: just a quick thank u to both @hobbitoh & @bbugyu for taking a look at this for me since i’m not that used to writing sm*t and giving some pointers (u da best) and to @secndlife for letting me complain abt writing this and not blocking me adkjsmhq.

"We're going to have to make this quick," he mumbles into your mouth. He’s unbuttoning his jeans with one hand, the other latched into your hair.

Jihoon's cheeks are tainted slightly pink, lips swollen and wet as he pulls himself away from yours. The sight tugs at something in the pit of your stomach, eliciting a barely audible groan in the back of your throat. "I said I would meet Jeonghan in," he says, clearing his throat and glancing at the silver watch adorning his wrist, "...30 minutes."

This time you groan out loud, allowing your lips to protrude into a pout. Your fingertips dance along the skin at the hem of his jeans, gradually pushing the material down. "Tell him you'll be late."

Jihoon tugs at the strands of hair still in between his slender fingers, causing you to angle your head back. Leaning in to nuzzle your neck, he hums disapprovingly. "I'm a man of my word," he states, letting his tongue roll over the side of your throat and scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin. "It's the one thing I pride myself on." You tremble at his actions, hiking a leg up to hook behind his thigh and pull his body closer. His hand moves to pin it against his hip instantly, fingers digging into the material of your jeans. It takes all of his willpower not to jerk his hips forward and into your clothed crotch.

"Jihoon," you whimper, desperately tugging at the buttons of his shirt. You manage to undo a couple despite your frantic fumbling, "please stay." He glances up at you for a moment, his gaze travelling over the flushed apples of your cheeks, the way your bottom lip rests between your teeth, and your eyelids droop over your blown pupils.

He lets out a shuddered breath, wanting nothing more than being able to stay. Nothing more than being able to take you up to the bedroom and take his precious time. To tease you until you beg, to bask in the beauty of you, the sound of your voice as it crumbles until it breaks, and to make you feel so damn good.

He doesn't reply. Instead, he cups your cheek, pressing his lips against the curve of your mouth so hard you're pushed backwards, your shoulders slamming into the wall. You respond with fervour, fingers clutching at his shoulders to keep your knees from buckling as he licks into your mouth and robs you of your breath. This time he bucks his hips forward and you can tell he’s already semi-hard.

Your hand falls to grab onto the little hallway table, steadying yourself as Jihoon’s full weight now leans into you.

Your breath mingles with his as his hands roam over your body, all clashing teeth and open-mouthed kisses, needing to feel all of you.

You yank the ends of his shirt from his trousers, pushing the fabric off his shoulders to let it join your now discarded jeans on the floor. Jihoon’s gaze falls onto the lace panties you're wearing, making him pause. They're pastel pink, a tiny floral design leaving little to the imagination. His tongue briefly peeks out, wetting his lips as he lets his index finger sweep over your clothed entrance, trying to get a sense of just how ready you are for him.

"N-no teasing," you plead, barely coming out a whisper as you rest your forehead on his shoulder, overwhelmed by how sensitive to his touch you already are.

Swiftly, he moves to cup your ass in response, his other hand sliding back into your hair to keep you pinned against him as he spins you around, blindly leading you until the back of your knees hits the sofa. His arms wrap around you to make sure you land softly, his mouth never leaving yours as he lowers his body along with you and rids you of your blouse.

With each heaving breath Jihoon releases, you’re acutely aware of all the nooks and crannies of his body moving against you—the lean muscle in his thighs, the pressure of his now fully erect cock against your mound, the gentle bulge of his biceps flexing as he pushes himself up to look at you. For a second you forget how to breathe, his hooded gaze fixed on yours as his palm trails over your abdomen, leaving goosebumps in its wake over the exposed skin. He bites his lip, pushing up the floral see-through material covering your breasts and greedily cupping a handful.

Your mind goes blank, finding it hard to think about anything other than the man hovering over you and how easily he takes your breath away, butterflies erupting in your stomach and pussy throbbing at the slightest touch.

Jihoon has always had this effect on you. Not only did he complement you mentally—all hard work and determination, often providing that one final push you needed, and a heart so soft and golden you never felt unloved—the physical side of your relationship had never been lacking either. Jihoon wasn’t shy of exploring, gradually finding every sweet spot your body had to offer as your relationship bloomed, playing with them until they made you squirm under his touch. He left you craving more, intoxicated, always wanting (needing) to have one more taste.

People often told you they found Jihoon to be intimidating. A man of few words and unwavering morals, his infectious laugh usually reserved for the people closest to him. But to you, he was just Jihoon, the guy that cuddled up to you after a long workday, asking for kisses behind turned backs and chasing your moans in the dark, and you worshipped him.

Jihoon brushes a thumb over your nipple, demanding your attention. Your pupils dilate, refocusing on your boyfriend and the way his damp fringe sticks to his forehead. He repeats the action, lifting his hips to rut against you at the same time, watching you intently for any signs that he’s affecting you as much as you are him. You can already feel yourself unravelling, breath stuttering and meeting his thrusts with your own. His eyes flutter shut as the friction increases, throwing his head back as he allows himself to get swept away in the feeling of you for a moment.

"Jihoon," you whine, snapping him right back. Your back is arching off the sofa, needing more of him. Much more. Jihoon hisses as your nails dig into his shoulder, the supple muscle underneath contracting with the effort of holding himself up.

"Say that again," he breathes, releasing your breast in favour of cupping your heat. There's a noticeable pink flush creeping up his neck and travelling down his chest. He wets his lips. "My name, say it again."

You obey his command, lowering your tone and lacing it with lust.

Jihoon all but growls, pressing his knee between your thighs to give him better access. You allow it to happen, but Jihoon is still in his fucking jeans and you’re aching to touch him. You voice the sentiment out loud, earning a slow nod from Jihoon as he raises his hips to help you slide his jeans down his thighs, dragging his boxers along.

The sofa is uncomfortable for you both, but Jihoon doesn't have time to think about how sore he will be in the morning, nor does he care. Your fingers wrap around his member at once. Jihoon’s lips fall into a silent ‘o’ before dipping down his head to watch you stroke him up and down, agonizingly slow, with a sharp flick of your wrist.

He doesn't even pretend to bite back a moan as you work on him, spitting into your hand to make sure it doesn't burn. You thumb the slit, gently spreading the precum around, the tip of his cock already flushed.

Jihoon bucks into your hand, shifting his weight slightly to the left to push your legs further apart. His gaze is still trained on your hand as he plays with the fabric of your panties, pushing them to the side. You exhale sharply when he finally touches you, collecting your arousal with his index finger before gently dipping into you. You gasp at the sensation, stilling as you adjust and he pushes a second finger in.

It's when Jihoon brushes his thumb over your clit and feel him stir against you, that you remember his dick in your hand.

Jihoon’s entire body quivers as you pick up the pace, lowering his head to find support on your chest. His breath ghosts over your skin, panting as he tries to keep himself from fucking into your hand, and to focus on his fingers inside of you, curving them up with each thrust. He brushes over your clit as he moves, sending shockwaves of pleasure down your spine and into your core. The arm holding himself up is starting to cramp—you can tell by the way he's shaking and squeezing his eyes shut.

You open your mouth to propose a position switch, just as he lifts his head enough to swirl his tongue around one of your nipples, and you whimper in surprise. Your breath hitches, your fist involuntarily tightening around Jihoon's cock as he grazes his teeth over the nub.

He lets out what resembles a mewl, his head snapping up to claim your mouth in an attempt to swallow the desperate moans now escaping you both. The air around you is electric, hot and sultry and sticky as Jihoon is pressed against you. His kisses are sloppy, his focus too trained on his fingers and your fist to pay attention to anything else. A coil tightens in your gut as he continues to fuck his fingers into you, and it won't be too long until it snaps, toppling you over the edge.

"Jihoon, I need you to fu-," you breathe out, every inch of your body burning, the words releasing into his mouth before getting lost in the loud blaring of Jihoon's ringtone.

He can't help it. Call it an incessant need to know, or the years of having a demanding job that requires his constant availability, that makes Jihoon inevitably avert his gaze to his phone situated on the coffee table. Jeonghan's name flashes obnoxiously on the screen and with it, in big white blocked numbers, the current time.

Jihoon curses as he realises he is, in fact, late to meeting Jeonghan, despite his promise to leave on time earlier.

"Baby, I have-" he pants, pausing his fingers and resting his forehead against yours. "I have to go."

"Are you serious?" You whine, the underlying tone in your words leaning more towards annoyance than disbelief. "But I'm so close."

He leans over to meet your lips, eyes fluttering shut as you thumb over the head of his swollen cock once more, trying to convince him to stay.

"I can't," and he sounds truly sorry, his voice hoarse and tongue still thick with desire.

"What if..” he offers, brushing a strand of hair out of your face before kissing you again, his tongue lapping at yours languidly. Every inch of you burns with longing, the blistering embers of your previously imminent orgasm feeding into the flame. When he tilts his head back, a small thread of saliva still connects your lips. “--If you refrain from touching yourself until I return, I'll let you sit on my face tonight." It’s an apology cloaked in a dare, you realise, and Jihoon seals the unspoken deal with a kiss to your nose and a final flick to your clit. Your body responds with a shiver, your walls clenching around his fingers as you allow your mind to remember the last time he guided you onto his mouth—hands slithering up your thighs to rest at your ass for a long moment, kneading at the skin before settling on your hips, locking you into place as he reached up to swipe his tongue along your slit.

Your mind is swirling. The feeling of Jihoon's fingers still inside your dripping cunt mixed with the anticipation of riding Jihoon’s face is almost enough to make you cum on the spot.

You rest your palms on his chest, pushing him up enough to look at him through fluttering eyelashes. “Fine,” you huff, trying to level your breathing and sound more collected than you are.

"But let me at least suck you off before you leave," you counter. "I promise it won't take long."

Jihoon quirks an eyebrow, almost tempted to give in. "Hmmmno," he hums, giving you a quick peck on the lips before pushing himself up and removing his fingers from you. He brings them to his mouth, licking them clean, keeping your gazes locked before shooting you a lopsided grin. "Thank you, but I'll manage."

You whine as you watch him collect his clothes, readjusting your own underwear with a pout on your lips like a petulant child not getting its way.

"Keys?" he calls as he fixes the top button on his shirt and you reach behind the sofa to throw him the requested item. "I'll be back before you know it," he promises, voice low and loaded before pressing another warm kiss to your mouth.

#lee jihoon #caratwritersclub #jihoon smut #woozi smut #woozi #seventeen smut #jihoon scenario #woozi scenario #seventeen scenario #jihoon fanfic #woozi fanfic #seventeen fanfic #i may edit this a few times over the next few days bc i may have overlooked a few things and i always see things to improve-#-whenever i go over it again lmao

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afrival · 3 years

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Hetalia Characters and Their Music Tastes

I’ve been in the hetalia fandom for like a year now and I stg thinking abt what these bitches listen to NEVER gets old

no warnings

will feature mostly modern day music, like 1950s-2010s

I don’t know a lot of artists that don’t sing in English so there’s probably A LOT that I’m missing on here, not even including shit from like the 1800s

The Allies

Alfred:

Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood, The Chain by Fleetwood Mac, Crazy In Love by Beyoncé

- Listens to basically everything, but particular fond of like 80s rock and early 2000s shit

- Likes country music bc ofc he does, a huge fan of Carrie Underwood, Sam Hunt, and The Band Perry

- Got his love of rock from England 💀 Especially during the like the 60s-80s when Queen, The Beatles, and Elton John really popular

- They really only bond over their love for this period of music lmao like they would absolutely go ape during karaoke

- He loves more mainstream artists like Beyoncé, Taylor Swift, Lady Gaga, all those iconic mfs

- Probably enjoys old wartime music just for nostalgias sake. Shit from the 40s and he listens to Civil War tunes (Union Dixie lmao)

- Definitely listens to musicals and forces Ivan to as well. His favorites are Hamilton, Hairspray, and Chess

- LOVES LOVES LOVES The Backstreet Bogs holy shit. This man had a whole phase where he dressed like they did. Don’t even dare play I Want It That Way because he WILL sing along

- Speaking of which he’s actually a really good singer, like he probably used to sing at clubs and shit back in the day

- It’s very specific but I imagine his voice to sound like Taron Egerton’s cover of “Crocodile Rock” by Elton John

Arthur:

Killer Queen by Queen, Set Fire to the Rain by Adele, Tiny Dancer by Elton John

- Old man who had a weird punk phase in the 90s. Definitely listens to The Beatles and Gorillaz

- Like I said, he and Alfred bond over Queen and Elton and Bon Jovi and FUCKING Michael Jackson

- Refuses to admit he really likes Elvis

- Oh boy. He had so much fun in like late 2000s and early 2010s— Panic at the Disco, MCR, Green Day, he absolutely got his ears pierced during this time

- Doesn’t listen to like current mainstream music that much he will sob to Adele and probably really likes the Cry Baby album by Melanie Martinez.

- Francis plays so much Lady Gaga in the car that at this point he really likes her music

- He likes Ed Sheeran I am so sorry </3 and he absolutely gets bullied for it

- He can sing too honestly? I know I just said he listens to Ed Sheeran but I honestly think he kinda sounds like him too just maybe a little deeper

- Listen to Galway Girl and you’ll get a basic idea of what I imagine he sounds like

Ivan:

Dance and Cry by Mother Mother, Baby One More Time by Britney Spears, смерти Бол��ше нет by IC3PEAK

- THIS MANS MUSIC TASTE MAKES NO SENSE. It ranges from fucking Aerosmith to Ic3peak to Lady Gaga

- Literally has every Mother Mother album downloaded and probably on Vinyl bc he’s a fucking dweeb

- Also a huge musical stannie, loves Wicked and Hairspray

- He and Al will split the parts to sing along to in the car

- Alfred made him listen to Britney Spears ONCE in like the 90s and now he’s obsessed

- Speaking of the 90s he went absolutely fucking ape during this time. The USSR wasn’t very big on western music but when it fell there was a HUGE influx of it and suddenly like it was just his favorite thing ever

- Alfred also got him into Carrie Underwood, literally lost of his music taste comes from Alfred forcing him to listen to shit

- During the 70s/80s he got really into Fleetwood Mac and Aerosmith, maybe even a little bit of disco but not a lot

- Went to a club with Al a few times and he won’t ever forget dancing to Footloose by Kenny Loggins at like one in the morning and having the absolute time of his life, easily one of his favorite memories

- Like I get so soft thinking about him just letting loose and actually having fun, even though he was very stiff and shit during the 1900s

- He can’t sing LMAO but my friend and I said once that he could lowkey rap really well and now it’s all I think about

Francis:

From Eden by Hozier, La Vie En Rose by Edith Piaf, Primadona by Marina

- If you look up the gay agenda his playlist would just show up

- I mean seriously he has it all: Lana Del Rey, Taylor Swift, Beyoncé, Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, and Lorde

- HOWEVER she does really enjoy softer sounding music. Edith Piaf, Louis Armstrong, and Vera Lynn are favorites of his

- Listens to the Les Mis soundtrack like once a month

- REALLY REALLY loves Hozier, like a whole lot. He’s probably one of his favorite artists along with Sufjan Stevens

- Even more of his homo playlist includes Marina, Madonna and Troye Sivan

- Bullies Arthur for liking Ed Sheeran but he also really likes Ed Sheeran, just refuses to admit it

- Stromae ofc 🙄🤚 can’t just not include like the most popular French musician or whatever

- He can also sing but he sounds kinda raspy, it’s nice tho

Yao:

- I don’t think he listens to music LMAO, if he does it’s probably instrumental

The Axis

Ludwig:

Elastic Heart by Sia, From Now On from The Greatest Showman, Natural by Imagine Dragons

- Also doesn’t really listen to music but my friend said that when he does it ranges from classical to heavy metal

- For some reason I think he really likes Sia, he seems like a Sia kind of guy

- Doesn’t listen to Hozier but really loves Take Me to Church

- Most of his music listening comes from giving Feli the aux in the car

- The whore listens to Imagine Dragons like he fucking loves them

- When The Greatest Showman came out he had the soundtrack on repeat for a solid month, From Now Onis one of his favorite songs ever

- Cannot sing Jesus Christ do not let him near a mic

Feliciano:

Thank u, next by Ariana Grande, Break My Stride by Matthew Wilder, Bella Ciao by Manu Pillas

- Pop music! So much pop!

- Loves Ariana Grande and Conan Gray

- Probably listens to A LOT of classical because of his time with Austria

- His music taste is kinda all over the fucking place and it’s mostly happy and peppy shit

- Weirdly tho he listens to GRLwood? Like it’ll just shhow up on shuffle and suddenly he’s an entire different person

- Will listen to absolutely everything just to find something that Ludwig likes, was so proud of himself when Ludwig really ended up loving The Greatest Showman

- Doesn’t sing but plays like 5 instruments. Violin and piano are his faves

Kiku:

It’s Been So Long by The Living Tombstone, Faded by Alan Walker, Ophelia by The Lumineers

- LISTEN. LISTEN. HE LOVES VIDEO GAME MUSIC AND FUCKING THE LIVING TOMBSTONE

- The fnaf songs are his guilty fucking pleasures, he fucking loves them

- Loves loves loves the Undertake Soundtrack

- Listens to a lot of anime openings 💀 Me too tbh they’re so good at for what

- Big fan of TheFatRat

- In general he enjoys techno shit? Idk what the word is but it’s a lot of instrumental

- Listens to regular music as well (The Lumineers especially)

- Likes listening to Elvis because it makes him happy to see Alfred having fun

- Feli also introduces him to a lot of music but he can never fucking remember the names of the songs or artists

- He hums a lot rather than sings, and it’s really soft and gentle

If anybody wants any more characters lmk bc I love coming up with these, also I do have playlists for these bitches 😎✌️ Spotify is in my linktree (bio)

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slythraco · 3 years

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Hateful - D.M (Part 1)

Request: omg I love your writing and i dont know others who write abt Tom and Julian and I love it sm!!! could you do a sort of enemies to lovers with Draco where the reader is Gryffindor? its ok if u dont want to, keep up with the good work It’s amazing ! 🥰🥰

Author’s Note: thank you for your request sweetie ! Hope you’ll like it ! I’ll write this request in several parts ‘cause i have a lot of ideas so here’s part 1 and the other will be up soon !

Warnings: Swears

Words count: 3K

Masterlist

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Your friend rushes in the classroom, crossing the icy glance of Professor Snape. “You’re late…” He says in his usual scary monotone voice. “Y…yes… I-…I’m sorry Mr Snape.” She mumbles as she states of the ground, completely terrified. She jumps slightly when she hears giggles coming from the back of the classroom. Hearing them too, you turn around to see who they were coming from. ‘Of course, Malfoy.’ You thought to yourself when you see him laughing with his friends. “I-I’m…s-so…sorry !” The blondie giggles after imitating her. You roll your eyes as you turn back to look at your comrade.

“I remove 10 points for Hufflepuff, now, go take a sit.” Said the professor. F/N don’t lose a second to join the place beside you. “Where were you ?” You ask as she sat down. “I had to go back to my dorm, I forgot my wand !” She shouted in panic. “One day you’ll forget your head there !” You tease before giggling under her confused gaze. It was a usual thing for F/N to forget her stuff in her dorm, but usually she manages to be in time. “Wow F/L/N lost points ! She should be careful to not turn into a real Slytherin !” A voice says from behind you right before a more unbearable one opens up. “Come on Blaise ! You know we won’t let a bloody Hufflepuff here ! And a mudblood on top of that.” You turn in less than a quarter of seconds as soon as you hear Malfoy insult your friend. “Shut up Malfoy !”

A devilish smile appears on Draco’s face, having the reaction he wanted. “Oh look Blaise, F/L/N got herself a bodyguard.” Your jaw clenches as you plant your gaze into his. “What exactly didn’t you understand in ‘Shut up’ Malfoy ? I knew you were an idiot but at this point ?” It was Draco’s turn to clench his jaw, you could see the bone of it in his cheek, making him overly sexy and hateful. But he didn’t answer. “That’s what I thought.” You whispered before turning back to listen to the lesson. “Thank you Y/N...” You friend murmurs as she smiles at you. “It’s a pleasure to be your bodyguard F/N !” You wink at her.

•••

You were about to come out of the classroom but the professor’s voice stops you. “Miss Y/L/N, may I talk to you please ?” You turn around, shrugging your shoulders in front of Hermione and Ron who were waiting in the corridor. “Yes, of course professor !” You say as you step back to walk towards his desk. Snape slowly put an eye on you, seeing the little apprehension on your face. “I saw your grades in my class are going down...can you explain yourself ?” He asked in his monotonous voice. “Hum...yes ! I-I don’t really understand anything lately...” You say honestly but suddenly regrets when you see his disappointed face. “Would you like some help ?” He proposes.

“Yes ! With pleasure actually !” You shouted in excitement, it was true, your grades were getting bad even with all the explaining of Hermione you couldn’t understand anything in your potion book. “Fine, I’ll pair you with my best student.” You simply nod, waiting for him to tell you who it is, but he doesn’t say anything. “You’ll meet him in the library tonight. You can go now.” You frown slightly at what he says, why won’t he tell who is going to help you, but you're way to scared of your professor to say anything more than: “Okay, have a good day professor !”

You then finally come out to join your friends. Ron greets you with a big smile while his girlfriend looks worried. “What did he want ?” She asks. “He proposed some help for my grades.” You simply explain as you start to make your way into the Gryffindor’s common room. “He asked someone to do it, I’ll meet him tonight at the library.” You finished, followed by your two best-friends. “Alright, let’s meet Harry, he’s waiting for us.” Ron said. Before you could say anything or react to what he said, Someone bumps into you in the middle of the corridor, making you drop your books all over the floor. Without even apologising, the person walks away as if nothing happened. You raise your head to see who was responsible for your problems. You see red as soon as you see Malfoy giggling in your face before turn around and walk away, of course, it could only be him.

The blondie was making you go through hell for years now, since your first year he loved to bully you and all the other students in Hogwarts. But he was always more virulent with you. You explained it to yourself by the fact that you were friends with the Golden Trio but nothing could forgive that attitude. For a second you thought of leaning to pick up your stuff and say nothing, but it would be a betrayal to the colour of your tie. So you took all your courage and shouted. “Hey Malfoy ! Didn't your family gave you a good education !” You screamed across the corridor. He suddenly stops in his walk and turn towards you.

You can see the anger in his eyes which satisfy you for a second. He starts walking back towards you, the features of his face are almost frighteningly hard, “is he going to hurt me? Have I gone too far ?

Oh, please Y/N ! Don't shirk for this poor bastard.” You thought to yourself before opening your mouth again.

"A gentleman would take the time to apologize, help the girl he has just pushed and pick up her things, but apparently it's not very common in the Malfoy family !” You shouted through the corridor while Malfoy reduce the distance between us until he stops a few centimetres away. “Don't you dare talk about my education !” He says out of anger, you frown. “Or what ?” You tease. “Don't get on my nerves Y/L/N." You can’t help but let a little smile appear on your face, as sadistic as that may be, you loved to make him crazy.

“Or what ?” You take a step towards him, an air of defiance in your eyes, while you take a slightly lower voice.

“I said shut up you stupid bitch !” He almost screams in your face. Ron was about to do something when he heard him insult you but Hermione stops him before he could do anything.

You ignore the Slytherin’s insult, lean your head slightly to the side and move a bit more towards him, reducing the distance between you more and more.

« Make me » You said followed by a provocative smile. You stare at him straight in the eyes, but you noticed that he didn't do the same, his gaze was directly on your lips, which made you take a little step back with a frown. “What is happening to him ?” You thought to yourself.

He starts to smile before turning around again and leaving for good this time, by shoving the other students who had gathered around you to see your little argument. You don't really know why everyone is always surprised, it's not like it's the first time you've had a fight in the hallway.

“Yeah, run away bastard !” Ron growled behind you, your turn around to look at your friends. They seem to not understand the situation either, Hermione still has her arm before Ron to provide him from jumping on Malfoy. “It’s okay Ron.” You whispered to the ginger head. “No it’s not ! You let him insult you Y/N ! He deserves a beating from me !” You see Ronald clenches his jaw. “You’re not going to do anything Ronald Weasley !” Hermione shouted to calm him down by her deadly eyes. “Let’s go now !” She leans to the floor to pick up your books, you quickly follow the movement. “We shouldn’t explain what happened to Harry, he’s gonna mad way too mad.” She whispered while I pick up the last book and give it to you.

“Yes, Malfoy would be dead by now if he was here.” Ron added as you and your friend straighten up. “As much as I hate Malfoy, I don’t want to be responsible for his death.” You said in a giggle before you start walking into the corridors to reach the Gryffindor’s common room like you were supposed to in the first place.

By chance, your friends haven’t seen Draco look at your lips, or they haven’t talked to you about it yet. After a few minutes, you finally enter the room after saying the password. You three jumps when you face Harry, hand in is hips. “May I know why when I left you for a single day because I’m sick, I hear about your fight with Malfoy ?” He asked you directly, it was a miss to not tell him anything. Of course, you and Draco became the attraction of the day and everyone was talking about it. “I-...”

“What happened ?” He asked again. “He pushed her in the corridor, and she found it clever to point this out to him” Ron explained, making you and Hermione gasp. “Hum, what happened to ‘we don’t say anything to Harry ?” Hermione shouted in shock. “You wanted to lie to me !” Potter screamed, even more in shock. “We didn't want to lie, we just wanted to omit some informations.” You said, like it was normal. “Which informations ?” He asked. Ron responded. “He called her a bitch.” Hermione gasp again before hitting him with her book. “Ronald !” She screamed. “‘Mione, he already knows what’s the point of not telling him ?” She sighs and rolls her eyes. She was about to say something but Harry cut her off.

“He did what ?” You three don’t make a move. “This one will see what I’m made of !” Harry shouted before walking fast to get out of the room but Hermione stops him first. “No Harry ! Don’t give him what he wants !” She screamed him, blocking his way. “He insulted my sister, and you think he should get away with it !” ‘My sister’ you weren’t his real sister, but you would definitely like one to him. You could see the amount of anger in his face, looking straight into Hermione eyes, for a second she thought he could hurt her just to get out of there. “I kind of had it coming Harry.” She said, out of shame, but it was true. You pointed out to him, then you teased him until he was so angry that he insulted you. Harry turn around to look at you, confused.

“He warned me but a still responded to him.” You explain. “Why ?” He asked as he pulls away from Hermione. “Why ? You should know by now that I’m not the type to let people get away when they’re being complete assholes !” You giggle nervously. “Well, you don’t want to do this with Malfoy.” He answered as he walks slowly towards you. You roll your eyes, it was always the same conversation. “Harry listen, I understand you’re worried about me, but I can protect myself, especially against Malfoy. I mean, you act like he’s gonna Avada Kedrava me, but he’s a coward he’s not going to do anything !” You explain, a bit irritated. Harry and the other told you a thousand time already to be careful of him but as long as you’ve been in this school, the only thing the blond guy did was bully the other, it’s not like he got physical or anything. And you were far from being scared of him. “On that note, I have to leave.” You said as you look at the clock on the common’s room wall.

“Where are you going ?” Harry asked, but you leave before answering, Ron and Hermione do it at your place. You sigh as you walk through the corridors again, choosing to wait for your lesson in the library instead of supporting Harry’s comments. Once you reach the place of rendezvous you walk through the bookshelves to find a book to read. After a few minutes you finally find one and sit on a table, all you need to do is wait now.

•••

“Y/L/N ! We keep seeing each other today !” You sigh when you hear his voice, you don’t even take the time to look at him and keep your eyes on the book you were casually reading before he interrupted you. “What are you doing here Mafloy.” You asked, annoyed. “Well, Professor Snape told me to meet someone here. Have you seen anyone ?” He asks innocently. “No so-“ you start, but then you realize what he just said. You rapidly turn your head to look at him. He frowns, confused by your reaction. “Professor Snape you said ?” Draco nods in response, finding you weird all of a sudden. “No bloody way...” He finally starts to understand. “Don’t tell me you’re the one I have to help !” He shouted, a grimace appearing on his face. “Yes...” you whispered. Draco’s face collapse, so do yours.

“I’m not doing this.” He said angrily before he turns and walks towards the door. For a second you thought of just letting him go, but you decide otherwise. You quickly get up, leaving all of your things behind you and run to keep him from leaving the library. “Malfoy wait !” You can hear him sigh as he continues walking away from you but you run to put yourself before the door, preventing him from going out. “Get off Y/L/N.” You take a deep breath and take all your courage to confront Draco. “No. Listen, I need your help. I’ve failing all of my tests for the potion class and if Snape sent you it’s probably because you’re the only one that can help me !”

Draco giggles as he listens to you. “Why would I help you ?” You take a second to think and a dispute. “Because Snape will be mad if you don’t ?” He rolls his eyes, visibly not convinced by this. “Please...can we put or different for a second, just enough time for you to explain the lesson, and then I’ll leave you alone I promise !” A little smile appears on his face, what is happening to him again ? He takes a step towards you while you take one in the opposite direction. You jump when your back hit the cold wood of the door behind you. “What ?” You asked, confused by what’s going on.

“You look good when you’re begging.” He said in a provocative way. You gasp in shock in front of this flirty line coupled with a devouring look. “Draco !” You growl. “Malfoy !” He growls back, his devouring smile turning into an angry face in less than a second. “We’re not friends, so it’s Malfoy for you !” Your eyes winded in front of his sudden anger for such a little detail. You simply nod still in shock. “So...Malfoy, are you going to help me ?” You try to smile to him, like it could save you. He sighs. “Yes.”

He simply said before turning back to go sit where you were installed a few seconds ago. You take a deep breath as you join him, knowing it’s probably going to be a long moment to pass with him.

•••

“Okay, what are the ingredients ?” He asked. “Um... Rose thorn, peppermint, pearl dust...powered moonstone and...” You think for a second, not being able to put a name on the last ingredient. “Ashwinder egg” He finished. “I knew it !” You shouted, obviously lying. “No you didn’t.” He said in amusement. You giggle together. So far the little study session with Draco was going well. As crazy as it seems, he has been really patient with you. And his explanation were really clear. You yawn as you pull the fabric from your robe to look at your watch. “Wow ! It’s late ! We should probably go to our dorm.” Draco does the same and his eyes widen when he sees the clock. It’s been 3 hours since you started studying, and it felt like at least 1 hour, not more. “Yes we should.” He simply responds before packing up his supplies. You follow his movement and when nothing is left on the table you finally get up with him.

“Shall I take you to your dorm ?” He asks as he scratches the back of his head. Your eyes widen, since when Draco is that kind. For a moment you thought of accepting, but it was a bad idea, if Harry was still there he would’ve killed him. “Maybe next time, Harry heard about what happened in the corridor this afternoon, and I don’t really want him to kill you if he sees you.” Draco nods, suddenly feeling bad for what happened earlier. “Maybe next time ?” You propose. “I mean, if you want you study with me again ?” You continue carefully, you were happy to have a nice version of Draco in front of you and you didn’t want to say something that could make him angry and lose that little moment of respite. “Yes ! Why not ! Let’s say, tomorrow night ?” He proposes, never stopping to impress you. “Alright ! See you tomorrow then !”

You smile to him and take the way toward the door to leave but his voice stops you. “Y/N wait !” Hearing your name in his mouth make a bunch of goosebumps appear on your skin which you don’t really understand. It was the first time Draco called you by your name other than your last-name. You turn around and give him a confused look. “I’m sorry for what I said in the hallway...” You bite your lip. Were you dreaming ? “Wow...Draco Malfoy apologising...to me ? I should mark the date !” You tease. “Hey ! Don’t make me regret it !” You giggle. “Don’t worry ! And thank you...Draco.” You grimace internally when you pronounces his name. But he doesn’t say anything, he just smiles to you. You smile too when you turn around again and finally get out of the library.

The smile didn’t suit your face until you reach your bed. Today was a surprising day, but it’s only the beginning.

•••

#Tom Felton #tom felton imagine #tom felton x reader #tom felton one shot #Draco Malfoy #draco x reader #draco #draco imagine #draco malfoy requests #draco malfoy fluff

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aajfa · 3 years

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oh man i am definitely still not done reading them but while they can (and should!!!!) branch out of eachother for friends they are fundamentally lonely away from eachother!! it truly is a testament to how closely they grew up and isolated from a normal social life by how many of their traits are similiar....if edgeworth is scowling to a stranger he will seem mad. and he is confused because to franziska, the only company he knew for a while, he would be readable! he would seem normal. same for her. they understand eachother and understand little OUTSIDE of eachother. not to mention the fucking milking jokes. edgeworth has to put in EFFORT to try to think from her phoenix’s point of view which is something so foreign and enigmatic to him but he knows instinctively about franziskas motives or feelings. and there is nothing biological connecting them just a connection built from a less than unfortunate situation. they speak in a language unique to them. franziska so afraid of latching on too tightly and losing her own step let go entirely, forgetting she could very well simply walk side by side with edgeworth without taking his hand. and so alone she stayed behind him. I forgot where I was going with this. hi

ahh. now i understand what that tweet meant. anyway wow yeah... you're so right they're the only two bitches who can handle each other.

like they really only had each other for sooo long they know each other on such a deep level that i think truly no one will ever reach. like. hmm. i'm so sleepy i cant even think of a good response to this you're just right. they think they're hilarious and no one else in the room laughs bc their sense of humor is built on 20 layers of really subtle in jokes. edgeworth will say something and literally no one will laugh and he's like guys :( it was a joke and everyones like um. what r u talking abt. maya wants in and franziska tries to explain their jokes but it's just years of history so she has to give up. the milk thing makes me specifically so crazy bc i TOO have a meaningless inside joke abt milk w my friends like. it will be anything.

and what you said at the end like. augh. yeah. it's so crazy how like. it takes franziska literally losing edgeworth for them to get close again. i mean. who knows what they were like before aa1 and after aai-4. but i think they were both loney. missed each other. it would serve mvk well if they couldn't rely on each other. ahggh. man.....

#ask m #long post #mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm the characters of all time i would say.#mutuals #thank u cat i enjoyed ur essay immensely #i know that despite my best wishes these will end up in main tags but ugh. what can you do #ace attorney

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 4 years

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pls scream about Leo a lil bit cause my love for that man is neverending and i live for you guys' blog,,, and ur comte love fuels me??? head empty except for those two pureblood clowns

HNGNGNG I hope that both you and everyone that reads my shenanigans knows how utterly understood I feel when I see anyone stan Comte, if not both of those idiot purebloods bc good lord...I live for two tired fossil men that just want DOMESTIC BLISS. Literally they have no brain cells beyond respect women and we love that for us, it’s spectacular!!

Under a cut bc I went off and is long:

That being said I’d be happy to yell abt Leo!! Where do I even begin, this man was the reason I got into Ikevamp in the first place, and I’ve read just about every single one of his events at this point. He just makes me so TENDER!!!!!! For whatever reason the first thing that came to mind was this one time he lies about being jealous and MC is lolol u a fool if you think I can’t tell when you lie to me. And he’s so fuckiNG SHOOK?????? It’s even funnier because she’s internally like [I’m not 100% sure but for a second there he almost looked mad...time to test this theory even if it’s just A GAME T H E O R Y] And he’s so fucking pikachu meme that shit sends me. I can’t handle the fact that he’s so used to people just assuming he’s fine, that he can handle himself. That he’s lived for so long without really anyone noticing at all. (Comte absolutely notices and will lightly roast him, but doesn’t really push him about it or wants to overstep). And so when MC just actively pays attention and is so gentle with him he’s just floored???

God I’m crying now, but I will just never forget the funeral scene in his fucking rt. This asshole, this absolute moron, straight up tries to come at us with “yOu GeT uSeD tO iT aFtEr HaLf A mIlLeNiUm, i’M nOt SaD”. Like are you serious. Come here and let me hold you before I throttle you. Absolute clown. He’s just always trying so hard to get by on his own and it breaks my heart. How long...how long has he lived just getting by, nursing his own wounds and dragging himself up all by himself. HE LEFT HOME AT LIKE 14 (whatever the fuCK SOME TOO YOUNG AGE) AND RAN STRAIGHT INTO THE HANDS OF PEOPLE THAT HATED HIM FOR HIS TALENT. HE REMEMBERS HIS MENTORS DESTROYING HIS UTENSILS WHILE TRYING TO ESCAPE PARENTS THAT WHOLEHEARTEDLY REJECTED ANY EXPRESSION OF LOVE OR COMPASSION FOR HUMANITY THAT HE CHERISHED SO DEEPLY. I DON’T NEED SLEEP I NEED TO HUG HIM IMMEDIATELY FUCKING HELL.

Like.........there’s just........I don’t know how to explain it, but I once saw it explained so well in a post. It was basically talking about Castlevania, and how in that show Dracula sees humanity’s folly and develops so much hatred he just goes straight to murder rage. And while in some ways I understand that, I understand even more deeply Trevor’s response to humanity’s fear and violence. He says that he knows they’re short-sighted, that maybe we all just don’t deserve saving...but that he’s going to do it anyway. Leonardo just so much gives me that energy of knowing there’s so much pain in the world, but all we can do is keep walking--keep trying, even if we have to claw our way forward. Because if you only see the awfulness in front of you, you forget the way that strangers make silly faces at babies to make them laugh on the train, how a friend will put everything down to race over to someone and comfort them with some ice cream--do anything they can to distract them from the hurt. How the sight of a child crying will prompt careful cooing from a stranger as to their bravery, an offering of cool water, the gentle placement of a bandaid. How a pair of teenagers will spot a lost child in milliseconds and help them seek out their parents protectively. There is so much wretchedness, but also so much beauty in it all, and the older I get the more I see myself wanting to believe in the latter. I want to be hopeful, and easily impressed, and full of love. To be bitter and jaded accomplishes nothing, and only becomes a worsening self-fulfilling prophecy. The more you seek negativity, the more you will find it; and worse, create it.

I also scream a little bit bc like. I’ve gone on and on about how Comte is very obviously in love with MC all the time, and sure that may be true. But...I really don’t think Leo is exempt from that either if I’m honest lmfao. Only because what does Leonardo do when it isn’t his route? He almost never shows up. Once in a while he might appear for a split second in a scene, but he almost never converses with MC beyond those short moments. While Comte is the one to pine openly, I’d wager Leo is the opposite. He pines in absolute silence, because he knows that if he gets any closer--he’s going to fall. He’s going to enjoy it too much, going to keep seeking out more before he can stop himself. And losing another person he loves...he just can’t do it anymore. In his first meeting story he talks about seeing MC’s eyes and feeling like he’d known them all his life, and even in his MS he speaks to just being completely fascinated by and enamored of her. She doesn’t hesitate, always does her best, meets people head-on and without much hesitation. After a lifetime of people that are probably just immediately interested in him for his talents, or always seeking out his company for the novelty, this is someone that doesn’t give a single fuck if he’s Leonardo da Vinci. Sure she’s aware, and sure she’s impressed to some extent, but her respect--her attraction and admiration--is something that has to be earned.

There’s something so refreshing about how their love was written. Sure it’s the whole fake marriage to a real relationship, but it’s also a kind of subtle enemies to lovers pulled off masterfully. MC is 100% minding her own business, just wants to do what she must in order to get home, tries to focus on her work to keep from thinking about how much she misses her old life. She doesn’t rely on anyone, doesn’t talk about how hard it is or how scary it is or how confusing. And even Leonardo forgets in his curiosity, is just chillin and also just trying to do the bare minimum to keep from getting too attached--figures he can admire her from a distance. And then he sees her staring at the hourglass. And suddenly, he can’t just watch her do that herself. Just wait for the hard times to pass, just sit with her own loneliness--that hollowing silence. There’s something so moving about it because he reaches out precisely because he knows that feeling to his fucking marrow, and literally just cannot watch somebody else do that to themselves. Sure he’s been dealing with it for three hundred years, BUT THIS GOOD BABIE CHILD DOES NOT DESERVE THIS. SHE WORKS HARD AND DESERVES NICE THINGS!!!!!!!! And so he drives her crazy as he races ahead of her, intercepting any attempt for her to preserve that silence and hide. She doesn’t see any pattern to it, and that’s just how he likes it--he doesn’t want her to worry about the how or why.

Like I fully remembering playing in Japanese and being like oh my fucking god this is hilarious, this man is just a wild fucker and I love this. I was enjoying myself, mostly laughing and shaking my head. But then it just gets so, so serious. I was having so much fun that I, like a fool, forgot the anime effect. If you’re having fun, it’s going to come crashing down without mercy soon enough. And it does. He helps a little girl without any hope play her violin again, and maybe I’m just too English major but I was fucking FLOORED when I realized I didn’t see that that was straight foreshadowing. That little girl without hope? That was MC (and by extension depending on how you play, us). Though the metaphor isn’t quite so easily mapped without a physical space, the connection is clear when you think about it. With his careful social awareness, he makes a place for MC to exist in the mansion so naturally--as though she was meant to be there from the start, crafts a positive impression of her presence with each of the residents. And he does it with zero expectation of anything in return; he’s just happy to see her not stressing herself out anymore or trying to do everything alone. MC doesn’t fall in love with him despite their differences, she falls in love with him because they are the same in a singular and all-encompassing way that matters; they both care about other people so deeply, to the point where they will forego any personal needs in order to make that person’s life easier. Whether it be muting their own hardship, or working to involve another person in a new space (or opening up to the point of self-destruction to keep a person from feeling alone), they go above and beyond what anybody asks of them--perhaps strong to the point of their own detriment, in some cases.

It’s why I always laugh when he says to Sebastian “That cara mia, she has a good heart.” Of course she does, Leonardo; it certainly takes one to know one.

And because I literally have no brain cells beyond being in fucking love with Leonardo THE LAKE SCENE IS AN AFFRONT TO MY DIGNITY AND SELF-CONTROL. HOW DARE YOU, SIGNORE. HOW DARE YOU ASK ME TO SIT THERE AND WATCH YOU OPEN YOUR HEART TO ME AND NOT BAWL MY EYES OUT AND TRY TO KISS YOU ALL AT THE SAME TIME. SIGNORE “hAhA yOu’Re So SmAlL yOu LoOk LiKe YoU’rE DrOwNiNg In My CoAt.” I WOULD DROWN AND DIE HAPPY--BITCH I TELL YOU THAT.

Like. I can’t think of another route I’ve ever done where I spent a good amount of time like “lmfao this guy is so wild im gonna punch him” to just be in a whirlpool of my own tears, regretting my entire fucking LIFE days later. Like Leonardo’s cultural impact???? Fucking immeasurable, I wish every white man disaster I ever met had a hidden heart of gold in all of his boyish dumbassery, an ICONIC himbo of our time.

Also because I remembered it before posting and I am Dying^TM. The event where MC was a pureblood and he was human. That entire fucking event. I literally can’t think about it without screaming and crying. Her just so flustered at his reaction to her like “oh look, free real estate” as he plops her in his lap, absolutely no fear, treating her like a princess because of her noble title despite NO NECESSITY BEYOND PLAYFULNESS BUT ALSO STILL MEANING IT IN AN EARNEST WAY, being charming to no END just to see her laugh or look away shyly.

WHEN HE SAID. WHEN HE SAID “...Can’t leave you alone, or you might go off someplace I can’t follow.” I. CONGRATULATIONS, YOU STRIPPED DEVOTION DOWN TO ITS BARE ESSENTIALS!!!!!! GAH HOW MC HERSELF SAYS “I would tell him the truth but...he’s much too generous for a human. I know he would offer his life without a moment’s hesitation.” How Leo describes the aftermath of her biting him: “Lucky for you, I’m a true gentleman, Unlike my principessa, who took me like a storm” HELLO??????? H E L L O ???????????????????????? ARE WE JUST GOING TO SLEEP ON THE FACT THAT HE LOST HIS ENTIRE SOUL WHEN SHE BIT HIM???? I--

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

(Also as much as I love him the cigarillos have got to go at some point, boy do you have any idea the shit secondhand smoke does good lordt)

#asks #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp comte #can you feel me going through 800 different emotions in the course of writing this #fucking hell #he absolutely kills me i love him so much #would do ANYTHING for him #if you listen v closely you can hear the soft sound of me grabbing tissues #god i was just rewatching some of his events and i just #THE SHEER WARMTH OF HIS PRESENCE HOW IT WASHES OVER YOU WHILE READING #IM SHAKING AND CRYING I LOVE HIM SO MUCH #SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#like leo is just one of those routes where its like 'my life was before and after this moment'#otome is honestly destroying my standards OTL #he just makes me feel So Much my coherence disappears #brain cells???? don't know her only Leo tiddy #in conclusion: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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majicmarker · 3 years

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so i’ve had a lot on my mind lately — the good, the bad, the ugly, you know the drill. i’m used to the bad and the ugly, but i think (and ofc by my therapist’s rec) i need to give a little credit to the good, too. not to mention the good is largely comprised of people, and those people deserve a sports stadium wave, yk? idk shit abt sports, whatever, but i know what the wave is and it’s like the grandest gesture i can think of, SO

listen, y’all. to get real here, i hate fandom. my time spent therein has been hit-or-miss, but the misses got me hard and contributed to some major self-loathing, etc etc. we’re not gonna get into the specifics, i don’t owe that to anyone, but suffice it to say things got Rough.

but so much of it can be so, so good. and rn i want to keep on my rose-colored glasses, and the rosiest parts for me have always been @kitten1618x and @mygutsforgarters

(quite a few others, too, but i no longer have everyone’s info. and some ppl are newer friends, or relationships that have moved more slowly. i have mad love for u guys too, obvs, but ik melissa and gus irl so we know each other More and they’re who this post is rly about atm. pls know i don’t want to harsh on anyone’s feelings)

the tl;dr version of events is i met them both via fanfic. i happened upon theirs like “bitch!!!! **i** wanna do this, they’re bomb as hell” and then i made them be friends w me. they’ll tell you they wanted to be friends w me first, but that’s not important bc **i** am the one making this post, so they can both like,, suck it.

ANYWAY.

@ melissa : so bitch listen. here’s the thing abt melissa…… i found her while browsing jonsa fic back when i cared abt GOT, and she brought me back to what i loved so much abt romance when i first started, way back in junior high, what’s up. i bad a fascination w historial romantic epics for a loooooong time — those formative yrs, amirite ladies??? — but girl i could never write it so well as melissa. immediately she struck this balance between the drama you expect from historicals and the levity of a good romance, and i was just like, “hand to god this woman must be published already, surely???”

(she’s not, but that’s ridiculous so we’re gonna skip that)

(also she’s busy?? we’ve been friends for like six years and i will never know how many kids she actually has, but the point is she’s a goddamn superhero and i’m obsessed w her, MOVING ON)

i just Had to be her friend for two reasons: 1) she’s too talented, and b) i have said that abt 2 ppl my entire life and she was the first, so i was like, “AH YES MY HOLY GRAIL”

so ofc i slid into her DMs just as effectively as that one guy i had a crush on when i was sixteen and he’s still shooting me texts every valentine’s day bc of the societal pressures i guess (it is Far Less Effective these days, he’s my age and therefore too young for me, gross, but i digress), except me and melissa go way stronger.

she reminded me of why, half a lifetime ago, i started writing romance — bc it’s fun, bc i want to. bc i can do absolutely anything i want, bc who else is gonna read it but me and whoever i share it with? it was all up to me what i wanted to do with it, and i could do anything. nothing really mattered but what i wanted, and i hadn’t felt that way abt anything in such a long time — let alone abt something i used to love so much.

melissa’s writing is so beautiful, it’s everything i wanted to achieve when i was fifteen and never got around to perfecting. and i’m totally okay w that now, bc what do i need to do myself that she’s not already doing/wants to do in the future? when i found melissa’s writing i found a missing part of me — a part i’d maybe lost, maybe i gave it up, idk, but it was totally gone until i found her fics and they fucking clicked. i had to reach out bc there was a part of me that was a part of her, and she helped me find that again w/o even knowing it.

so i found melissa via GOT, and from the start she’d been trying to get me to write some bethyl. years and years, she dropped not-so-subtle hints — and by “hints,” i mean legit directives that i watch just enough TWD to write her some beth/daryl fic. real crafty, she is.

eventually the stars aligned: i was bored w the same dynamics i’d been writing for years, i wanted smthn new, i was restless, i was line editing a bethyl fic she’d written, and — again — this shit clicked. her fic made me want to explore this dynamic i’d never done before, so i watched the prerequisite episodes (no more than that tho, i super hate the show and i’m begging y’all to not @ me abt it anymore). i found smthn that i’d been missing, smthn that challenged and excited me and brought me back around to why i love romance and, more importantly, why i want to write it myself.

so as i was starting to write bethyl, i was poking around the ao3 tag to get a feel for what had been done, what hadn’t, anything i might be missing. and goddamn BAM —

@ gus : this is where u enter dramatically thru a red velvet curtain that i don’t wanna touch (Metaphorically bc you do romance better than me and i’m cool w that bc your talent simply Cannot be touched, and Literally bc i hate velvet) — i was like, “please for the love of god let her want to write contemporary romance, i need some good fckin food”

i happened upon “doo wah diddy diddy” first. ofc the summary hooked me, forget my usual hard no against pregnancy fics (i have issues w pregnancy and that’s all anybody Needs to know, back off), but This Bitch !!!!!!! has a way with words and i wanted to be friends w her straightaway. lmao too bad for her, now she’s stuck w me

gus’s fics gave me what i wanted without having to write it myself. her style is so distinctive, she hits the notes between porn and Actual Affection that is missing from uhhhh, every romance i’ve tried?? (why is everyone so intent on the sex part?? fckin chill. at best it’s unrelatable and at worst u sound like u’d rather wear someone than fuck them, check urself)

she writes w such care, she wants you to know what she’s doing here, and what she’s doing here is combining the physical and emotional needs of both characters w/o infringing on anyone’s comfortability. you root for these characters bc they simply want to be together, no strings (and if there are strings, damn, they talk abt it).

gus makes you believe in love in the modern age. like, not to sound like one of those ppl who post fckin “no one in this generation knows how to love!!!1!!11!!” memes on facebook, those are dumb, but gus’s writing made me think “yeah man, love ain’t dead, it’s just abt how we approach it.”

(if y’all haven’t guessed yet, i have some hang-ups abt relationships. i’ve goddamn earned those. but melissa and gus both brought me back to where i needed to be — in this place where, yeah, we’ve got some shit to deal with, but we all still deserve the things we want, and those things are achievable. i could not have gotten here without them, so jot that down.)

gus is Real, she’s funny, she’s unapologetic in the way she writes. ofc she has her personal hurdles, but who doesn’t?? and tbh nobody writes a sex scene like gus does. physical, realistic, but balanced w the emotional depth that makes you root for these characters bc you can Feel how much they want each other — not just sexually, but in the less-erotic aftermath of that passion. it continues to blow my mind, bc i’ve never seen anyone do what she does. i can’t even pinpoint the specifics, bc she just… Does It. and you’re reading it like “yeah bitch that’s it,” and That’s It.

it’s fckin wild.

these two — my best friends, the lights of my life, both of whom always make me crave chicken tenders at THE most inconvenient hours bc somehow we always talk abt chicken or ice cream or ultimately DQ, but they're both so hot idec — have something special.

i really, really want them both to know that: it’s not just in how they’ve treated me as a friend, but who they are as people, in their creative pursuits. i’ve never known support the way they’ve shown me; i’ve never known this much enthusiasm or investment or belief that i can do what i want with my talent. i want them to know that i feel the same way abt them and their works.

sometimes, when i look back at their writing that completely kicked my ass, i still can’t believe that they’ve become two of my best friends. it’s totally bonkers. they’re This Talented, and they wanna be friends w my spastic ass? GIRL. i’m out.

i’m not always the best at being present, at giving people what they need when they need it. but with everything that melissa and gus have given me in the past few years, i need them to know this — honey!!! i need all y’all to know this, bc i know fandom shit is hard, but you should know some of these friendships are so, so worth all that bullshit, so —

they have so much to give, so much to say, so much to offer. i could not have kept going without them. i couldn’t believe in myself without the faith they’ve given to me. i hope that i can always give that same faith right back.

and that, babes, is what real soulmates are all about.

#i just love them whoops my hand slipped #the majnificent adventures #gus tag #@ melissa wtf is our tag we had like five #how do i not remember five things #anyway i got into my feelings tnt don’t @ me

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bxthharmon · 4 years

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Never Go Home Again, Pt. X || JJ Maybank x Reader

Words: 3186

Series Warnings: violence / talking about abuse / toxic relationships / talking about nudes sex tapes and sex tapes / drugs / underage drinking

Pt. Warnings: Breaking and entering / guns, being shot at / underage drinking

Series Summary: A new girl, a shoebox of old memories, a past she’s trying to forget coincide with a hotheaded, but selfless, boy. teenagers getting in way over their heads

Pt. Summary: The hunt nears the end, while an argument with JJ forces Y/N to revisit her past.

A/N: bro this ones dramatic af, plus this is the first proper insight to Y/N’s life, but it’s still pretty vague. enjoy, lemme know abt being tagged, or if u wanna make friends :)

Chapters linked in my masterlist.

“masterlist”

You lowered slowly into the whole, letting your feet guide you down as you shone your torch around, listening to the grunts of the three boys. “Keep goin’!” you called, glancing down.

Then, you fell. A scream left your lips as you dropped down, feeling as if you left your heart in the air as you plunged. The fall came short. “Fuck you!” you yelled, “What happened to not dropping me?”

“You good, bro?” JJ fretted.

“What the hell was that?” you called.

“Little technical difficulties.” Pope sighed, looking down at the moving of your torch.

“Keep going, slow!” you responded, looking down at the blackness beneath you. They lowered you down, only stopping after a minute or so.

“Hey!” John B called, “We got 15 feet left.”

“Are you getting close to the bottom?” JJ asked.

“Can’t tell.” came your reply, searching the dark. They lowered you again. “Stop!” you looked down, feeling repulsed at the gunk below you. “I’m hanging over some sewage-water lookin’ shit.”

“You want back up?” Came JJ’s shout.

“Keep going, I guess.” The cold slime engulfed your foot, and you took a sharp intake of breath, the icy liquid consuming your shoe. You wanted to throw up. The gunk crept up your body, sticking to your legs and shorts, making your top sticky until you felt it accumulate on your bra. Your feet touched the bottom. “I’m at the bottom!” you yelled.

“How is it down there?” Pope asked.

“Worse than I thought.” You stared down at the brown grot that was consuming you.

“Find any gold?” JJ asked.

“Nothing yet.” you closed your eyes, filling something touch your leg. “Wait,” you mustered, the thing touching your leg again, “Here goes nothin’.” you reached down, grasping the oddly shaped object on your leg. You took a breath in, ducking under so you could reach, feeling the slimy shit incorporate itself into your hair. You resurfaced, object in hand. You looked down at it.

The jaw bone was still, somehow, white, teeth crooked and joints broken. Mr Crain. “JJ!” you screamed, “Pull me up!” you dropped the jaw as you were tugged up, shocked, uneven breathing littering the air as they shouted. You screamed again, panic filling you. You hit your legs on the wall, anything to get you out of the water. As you pulled and panicked, a brick fell loose. Then another, and another, until you a hole opened up. You screamed for them to wait, hope gaining. The movement stopped. “I think I found something.”

You shone the torch, the whole only just big enough for a body to crawl through. There was a murmur above you. “Give me a minute! I’m coming off the harness!”

You pulled your arms in first, the torch lighting the corridor up. You pulled into it, kicking the harness off as the wet earth filled clumped onto your clothes and hair, the smell of old stone filling the air. You pulled yourself forwards, heart in your throat, as JJ called again. In front or you, a chamber opened up, the floor dropping over a foot and the ceiling rising so you could stand. You swore as you stumbled in. You wiped your face, mud getting all over your forehead and cheeks. Looking around, you saw mounds. You reached forwards, feeling the top of one. The block came away. It was caked in the sticky black mess that you were covered in. you ran your thumb over its surface, creating a tide mark in the mud, smooth shiny yellow gleaming through the dirt and mess.

Gold.

You sat down in the dirt, muttering some semblance of a thanks to John B’s dad. You reached out, wiping your hand over the mounds, the mud building up on your arms as you took in the sight of hundreds of bars of gold.

“Y/N!” you heard a shout, “we gotta go!”

“Hold on Jay, I’m comin’!” you yelled back, grabbing a second bar and shimmying towards the well again. You could hear them shouting and screaming, but you were too excited to pay attention. “I found the gold!” you screamed. You didn’t hear a response. You shouted each of their names in turn, then could hear the commotion above you. You slipped your feet into the harness, settling in and yelling the go ahead. You jolted up. Their groans got louder.

Then, you heard a bang. You heard Kie scream, and everyone was shouting. What the fuck?

You dropped a few feet, screaming a string of curses at the boys. What the fuck was going on up there? They pulled you up, tying the rope so you were hanging level with the top of the well. There was another bang, a flash, and you heard Kie and Sarah screaming.

You reached over the floor, hauling yourself out to the sight of a blind old lady waving a shotgun about. Surprised, you almost loosened your grip, but felt a hand on your arm. JJ.

“JJ?” you hissed, “Run, you dingus!” he looked to the lady, but you shock him off, pushing him away. You heard him and Pope leave, and John B calling to them, already at the wall. You backed away, watching the lady fire another shot just inches away. You backed away, and saw her begin to relax. You continued backwards. Then, you kicked a bottle. The shotgun spun into your face as you dived away. There was a flash and a bang. You stumbled away, sprinting out of the house and took a running jump at the wall, hopping over with a well-practiced ease. The car was rolling away, and you continued your race, practically diving into the car.

Your shoulders slumped with relief, and for the first time, you noticed that you were covered in mud. You looked dawn at the brown slop that covered your top and shorts, and then noticed your beanie was missing.

JJ turned to you, looking in panic from the driver’s seat. “Are you okay? Are you shot?”

“I’m good. But I smell like ass.” you groaned, hearing the complaints and disgust of your friends.

“All time Pogue Hall of Fame, baby!” JJ yelled.

“That bitch is possessed.” Kie groaned.

“That bitch can’t aim!” Sarah countered.

“I don’t know man, she only missed by a few inches.” you pointed out.

“What?!” JJ yelled from the front.

“How the hell does she move that fast?” Pope asked.

“She’s possessed.” Kie reiterated.

The conversation rambled on, and you remembered that held tight in your hand, was the gold. You looked down at the mud-coated bar, wiping it with your thumb.

“What is that?” John B asked.

“No you didn’t!” Sarah noticed it too.

“We did it, baby!” you yelled.

“No you didn’t!” Sarah said, shocked.

“She did it!” John B yelled.

“Oh my God!” JJ screamed.

“I did it!” you repeated, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt. The van filled with excited screams as it dawned - you were really fucking rich. “Guys, we’re gonna be rich!”

“Full kook!” John B yelled.

“Full kook!” You all screamed, over and over, adrenaline pumping, excitement building. This was it.

You were all still ecstatic, buzzing with excitement and anticipation. You showered at the Chateau, rejoining the fire John B had started. JJ pulled you into him, kissing your cheek. Everything was perfect. It was everything you’d ever been looking for, but even in your glee, you felt out of place. After twenty minutes, you went to grab fresh beers, excusing yourself.

JJ joined you.

“Hey.” he took a beer from the fridge.

“Hi.” you smiled. A fake smile. Why were you so off?

He seemed to catch on. “Are you okay?”

“I’m great.” you dismissed, looking at the floor. As if on cue, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You pulled it out, seeing your mom’s contact flash as you phone kept buzzing in your hand. You clicked it off, looking up to see JJ’s concerned face.

“Why’s your mom calling?” he asked.

“Dunno.” you shrugged, exiting the Chateau.

“Oh my God,” he yelled, pulling your elbow back as he joined you on the porch, “stop bullshitting me! Why don’t you fucking talk to me?” he exploded, and you felt yourself panicking. You needed to escape. “I’ve given you time! I’ve given you space! I’ve given you everything I've got! And I don’t know you!”

“You know me.” you defended, noticing the shapes of your friends as they came to see the commotion, “Of course you know me.”

“No! Because you don’t tell us shit!” he screamed, and you looked to your other friends, none of them making any moves to help you. “Why did you move here? Why is your mom calling? What happened between you and Tyler?”

You felt tears on your cheeks, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“You never do!” he kicked a chair over, “I’m sick of giving you my all when you won’t even open up to me!”

“It’s not like that.” you mumbled. “It’s not-”

“Then what is it like?” he shouted, stepping so that you were inches apart, “Huh? Care to explain?”

“You’re scaring me.” you mustered. Your tears were all down your neck and top now, and you wanted to throw up. He held his stare. You stepped back. “I can’t do this, I’m sorry.” you stepped away, bringing your hand over your mouth as you walked away, trying to keep your sobs at bay until you were out of sight. You heard JJ shouting, Kie and Sarah trying to calm him. You went home, knowing it wasn’t really home.

None of this was.

The parties were all wrong, the people were too nice, the town too perfect. You needed to go home. Your real home. Before all this shit, before your life fell apart, before you met him. You packed a bag, wrote a note, booked a flight. You took the car, called a friend, caught the ferry. You drove through the night, watched the dawn from the airport carpark, boarded the plane.

You were going home.

The City of Angels.

It had been months since you’d walked these streets, but they felt the same. With every step, every turn, every pause, you had a memory. You could almost see them, watching your memories play out in front of you like you had walked through a film screen and found yourself in the story. You remembered the way you had spent your summer evenings sitting on top of your car with your friends, listening to Lorde and drinking cheap spirits while you laughed, cried and danced. You passed the corner where you had dumped your first boyfriend in 8th Grade, and the corner shop where you and Cassie used to steal lighters and vodka and candy. Next came the park where you first got high, the corner where you brought weed in sketchy deals, and then the houses of half your friends. Some of the lights were on, others off. You’d snuck into most of their bedroom windows. You knew which pipes were strong enough to hold your body, which ledges to step on, where the catch in the windows were. You walked past the high school.

You thought of the school dances, crying about boys in the toilets and ditching class to smoke in the field. You met some of the best and worst people in your life here. It was rundown, but always so full of life, the community having learned to make the best of the small budget. You looked at the empty, desolate building, lit up only by the street lights. Now, it was all a distant memory. You walked on.

Next came your own house, modest, a little ugly, but home. There was a new car in the drive, a swing in the front garden, the garage had been painted. A tear slipped down your cheek.

“We need to paint the garage.” Lewis complained, ditching his bike on the floor next to yours and looking over your shoulder while you fixed up your skateboard on the worktop. The sun shone through the open space, illuminating everything in gold.

“I know, I keep telling Dad,” you agreed, dropping the tool you were using and testing your work by pushing the wheels. “He says he’s busy.”

“Mom got fired.” he sighed, glancing to the door in case your dad came through. “Last week.”

“Where does she go all day then?” you frowned, dropping your board to the floor and looking for your phone.

“Y/N,” he grabbed your elbow, forcing you to look back at him. “I think she’s cheating.”

You sighed, the thought making sense in your head. “I think so too.”

You stared at each other for a second. He looked away.

“I’m going skating with Tyler. Let Dad know.” you turned away, pulling your bag over your shoulder and picking up the board.

“He’s bad for you.” Lewis called as you mounted the board, kicking out of the garage and turning onto the street. You flipped him off, but didn’t look back.

You thought about that night. You had fought with Tyler because he had been flirting with another girl, and it had all ended with mediocre sex and a spliff. You moved away from the house, conscious of the light that was shining through the curtains in the living room.

You got to Tyler’s house next, tears building again.

You stood on the pavement in front of his house, arms crossed, as he stood in a mirrored position a few feet away. “What do you mean, you’re pressing charges?”

“I didn’t want to.” you cried, “It’s my dad, he’s like, furious.”

“It’s not even that big of a deal.” Tyler yelled, frustrated, pushing a hand through his brunette locks. You flinched, instinct prevailing as you thought he was going to hit you. Wouldn’t have been the first time. “It happens to, like, everyone.”

“Yeah, because of people like you.” you pointed out, “And it doesn’t happen to guys. Ever. it’s always guys doing it to girls. Like you did to me.”

“Yeah ‘cause you fucking deserved it!” he screamed, making you step back.

“‘Cause I broke up with you?” you frowned, wanting to laugh at the ridiculousness of his claims. “And what, you got butt hurt? Knew it wouldn’t hurt you if you fucked up my whole life? Fuck you.”

“It hardly ruined anything! You’re fine!” he exploded.

“All of my friends hate me! I might be moving to the other end of the fucking country! The whole fucking school thinks I’m a slut!”

“You are! You are a slut. You brought this on yourself.”

You were laughing, anger coursing your veins. “It was your fucking idea! I didn’t want to! I never did!”

Fuck him.

You found Cassie’s house next, knocking lightly. You looked out at the dark street, and almost fell over as you were pulled into the tightest hug you’d ever experienced.

“Hey.” you laughed, hugging her back, nose tickling as her black curls brushed your face.

“Oh my God!” she sighed, “It’s been too long. You’re so glad parents are away this week, but Jesus, we would have welcomed you anyway.”

She always spoke fast, you had had to train yourself to keep up. “Wanna go clubbing?” she offered.

She dressed you, her gorgeous fashion sense making you feel like a million dollars. The pair of you looked quite the pair, dramatic makeup and bright dresses that contrasted your skin. You always admired the way all clothed seemed to compliment her dark, caramel complexion. You missed her. You spent the night consumed in reverberating bass beats, dizzying neon lights, and a haze of cigarette smoke. You felt at home for the first time in so long, moving with a mass of bodies, a force that couldn’t be separated from those around you. Drinking too much, taking a pill you didn’t know the name of, smoking a cigarette in the cold air in the alleyway by the fire exit. You didn’t remember the name of the boy you took home.

You spent two days with Cassie, seeing old friends. You went to the summer fair, eating too much cotton candy and getting sick from the rides. You fell back into the rush of the city quickly, like second nature, hardly pausing to think about the boy you’d spent your last night in Carolina with. At the end of your last day in LA, you ran into Tyler.

He was taller, and he’d grown into his frame more. He’d cut his hair. He had a light blue top on, and jeans. He had his rucksack slung over his shoulder. You recognised every bit of clothing. You were in an oversized top and cycling shorts on. The top might have been JJ’s. You faced each other, lit up by the bright lights in the corner shop window. You were on your way out, he was on his way in.

“Hi.” he said, shock mutating into curiosity as he skimmed his eyes over the beer and phone you were holding. “I didn’t know you were back.”

You looked at the floor, all of the shitty feeling you felt when you were around him resurfacing. “Yeah well, I’m leaving in the morning.” you muttered, looking anywhere but him.

“How’s Carolina?” he asked, a pathetic attempt at trying to be casual.

“Different.” you shrugged.

“Good different?” he pushed. You knew he was trying to work out if you missed him. You shrugged again. “New top?”

You looked down. It was the ‘Coors Beer’ top that JJ had cut the sleeves off, faded and battered after years wearing and washing. “Yes and no. new to me, but it’s an old top.” he raised his eyebrows. “I stole it from a friend.” Was he a friend?

“Boyfriend?” Tyler asked. You shook your head. You wanted to ask, but you were scared.

“Why’d you do it?”

He looked at the floor. You watched him watch you, wandering why everything went so sour.

You left his bed before he was even stirring, pulling your short and top in, guilt filling you as you thought about everything he’d done to you. Cassie drove you to the airport, and you cried as you hugged her.

You cried because you’d miss her. Because you fucked it up with JJ. Because Tyler fucked it up with you. You cried because nothing lasted, and your blissful three days were ending, and you had a dad and friends and JJ to return to.

You got a window seat on the plane, and an old lady with no spacial awareness sat next to you. You hardly moved through the whole flight, staring out the window until the plane touched down.

You picked your car up from short stay parking and drove to the ferry to the tune of a Nirvana album and the taste of soda that was too sugary. You caught the last ferry of the day.

You parked the car, deciding with a hazy determination that you were going to sort out whatever happened with JJ.

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foxie-roxie · 4 years

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why rayllum is a MASTERPIECE part 3

*RUBS MY CLAWS TOGETHER* IT IS SEASON 3 TIME BITCHES AND H O L Y S H I T I LOVE THIS SEASON SO MUCH

i even rewatched it for this!

this time i’ll try to have SOME order, and go by episode. this will however still include unintelligible screaming

1. DAMN THESE FUCKERS BE PINING MORE THAN A PINE TREE FOREST!

first off, affectionate eye rolling, nose boop, and head bonk is the best thing.

second, IF SOMEONE SAYS THAT DURING WHEN CALLUM WAS HELPING RAYLA PUT ON HIS SCARF AND THEY J STARED AT EACHOTHER FOR A BIT BEFORE RAYLA TURNED AWAY THAT HE WAS N O T LOST IN HER EYES? they’re wrong. this is fact now.

third, their teamwork and decision making is excellent. they agree to try and sneak past sol regem, and when that fails try talking to him and then decide to simply trick his senses with the scarf. and instead of rayla shooting down callum’s “smelltriloquism” idea, she simply adds onto it! LOVE HEALTHY FRIENDSHIPS

“i think it’s good luck!” YES IT IS RAY THAT’S UR BOYFRIENDS SCARF

also, here you go. you’re welcome.

2. STILL PINING. GOD DAMN.

first, CALLUM BEING SO EXCITED BY ALL THE MAGIC IN XADIA IS S O CUTE! MY SON. this might turn into an overrall review of s3. o well

second. FLUSTERED RAYLA AND FLUSTERED CALLUM. Y E S

third, THE ADORABURR FIELD! their smiles were so fond and soft and A. they make me cry of joy.

an overall look on it, i like how this episode really shows their feelings clearly. no “will they won’t they”, at least for rayla. it’s clear she has feelings.

3. AH FUCK. ANGST.

first i love how when rayla mentions that she’s excited and happy but also terrified, callum tries to comfort her. good boi. best boi.

second, elf callum. i love that scene so much even if the second-hand embarrassment kills me, and rayla is j like “why the fuck do i love you. im gonna kill him.”

third, DANCE! callum not being rude and saying her home is “modest” before rayla explains it’s an illusion, his BLUSH WHEN SHE HELPS HIM, and the softness in general. rayla’s excitement that she’s home and talks abt that she can show callum where she went to school, the best moonberry surprise place, until...

fourth, AH FUCK. A N G S T T I M E. rayla being crest-fallen before callum says that it must’ve been a mistake, and she realizes that ethari would probably understand!

and then CONFIRMED GAYS. YES.

rayla realizing ethari ghosted her too and then callum GOING O F F. he angy and when rayla runs out callum IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWS (like in a later episode) and comforts her again.

when ethari comes down and breaks the spell and says to callum “trees to meet you too” and rayla’s like “don’t encourage him”

also callum trying to get on the shadowpaw and ethari being Concerned is AMAZING. concerned dad content

i’ll talk more about ezran/ruthari/the dark magic trio in a later ted talk

4. H E R E W E G O

first, rayla clearly being sad and callum picking up on that quickly (he even seems to be almost falling on purpose, perhaps to make her smile?) and asking if she’s ok before being shot down by rayla insisting she is fine. GOD DAMN. THAT HURTS.

second, their interaction with nyx is so amazing. rayla being protective of zym and callum being a DORK is awesome, but also their decision making.

after rayla reluctantly decides that they can go see how nyx could get them across the desert so quickly, they see the ambler and then their reasoning is amazing.

“what do you think?”

“the dragon queen is dying.” and then i forget the rest of the exact quote but they give a subtle nod to eachother. they make their decisions TOGETHER. AS A TEAM. AND THAT’S ON HEALTHY FRIENDSHIPS X2!

third, callum continuing to gently press for rayla to express her emotions. he doesn’t pressure her, but seems to simply let her know that if she needs to talk (when she insists she’s fine), he is there.

four, MORE FLUSTERED RAYLLUM. YES. TY NYX but also fuck u for taking zym but also ur hot- A N Y W A Y

five. OOOOOOH. MY FAVORITE SCENE.

rayla’s crying and callum tries to reassure her. nyx is plotting, while rayla runs away and callum follows. Y E S.

rayla talks about how there’s nobody left that cares about her and she lost everything.. and then the SPEECH. i have this speech memorized i’ve watched this scene so many times

"JUST SHUT UP, YOU'RE TALKING CRAZY. JUST, LISTEN TO ME. YOU'RE TOO GOOD TO FEEL THIS BAD ABOUT YOURSELF. I KNOW THAT, AND YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT. YOU HAVE TRUE COURAGE, AND A BIG HEART! I'VE SEEN YOU GET KNOCKED DOWN SO MANY TIMES AND EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. YOU GET UP AGAIN. THAT'S REAL STRENGTH. AND.. AND YOU'RE TEN TIMES FUNNIER THAN ANY HUMAN I KNOW! chuckle SEE? SEE YOU KNOW YOU'RE AMAZING. YOU'RE SMART AND FAST AND BEAUTIFUL. RAYLA YOU'RE THE MOST AMAZING PERSON I'VE EVER MET."

LOVE THEMMM

and then rayla kisses him and that’s all that happened. callum was not a dumbass. right? RIGHT???

5. MY FAVORITE EPISODE!

first, rayla saving callum from the soulfang serpents and callum helping her get up is AMAZING, LOVE THAT.

second, callum tryna get a good position and rayla j saying to hold onto her and callum GETTING FLUSTERED. BOY IS PINING also he didn’t have to hold her that close.

“I DON’T THINK OF HER THAT WAY” “YOU AND I DON’T HAVE THAT YET” LIAR.

three, THEM JUMPING OFF THE AMBLER AND. THAT WHOLE MOMENT? THE ROMANTIC TENSION IS KILLING ME

four. DAMN CALLUM RLLY DO BE HAVING HEART EYES @ RAYLA WHILE SHE KILLS LIKE 80 SOULFANGS HE IS PINING PART 2

five. THE SPEECH. THE SOFTNESS. THE KISSES. GOD DAMN. FAVORITE SCENE OUT OF THE ENTIRETY OF TDP. LOVE THEM.

also here you go again

what can i say except YOU’RE WELCOME

6. ANGST BUT ALSO FLUFF ALSO REUNION

once again won’t b talking abt ezran specifically but there’s some passing mentions of him from now on

first, rayla and callum reaching the stone thunder and callum asking “is it... a statue?” and rayla sadly saying “no. it’s not a statue” A. I CRI.

1.5 ayla and callum best dragon parents

i’ll get to an actual analysis later

second, THIS MOMENT IS UNDERRATED EVEN THO IT’S ONE OF MY FAVS why has nobody mentioned the lil tender moment where ezran is by phoe-phoe and rayla puts her hand on callum’s shoulder AND CALLUM PUTS HIS HAND ON HERS. SO SWEET.

third, OK I’LL STOP MOST OF MY UNINTELLIGIBLE SHRIEKS AND ACTUALLY ANALYZE THIS.

callum is upset because of thunder and rayla sympathizes immediately. this is similar to how callum lets rayla let out her own emotions, and rayla is doing the same. he explains how he feels angry, upset, confused, sad, and rayla quickly empathizes. he keeps on venting, not knowing whether to feel regretful, or glad, and how he’s confused because that’s sarai’s spear. he feels sorry that all this happened, but rayla reassures him that zym and ezran are going to break the cycle! that’s hope! and then they hold hands and i screech

AND THAT’S SO FUCKING HEALTHY AND I LOVE IT. THEY RLLY BREAK ALL BAD HET RELATIONSHIP STEREOTYPES (coughbutistillheadcanonthembothasbiandcallumistransilldieonthishillcough)

7. angst but not rayllum angst so its ok

first, they begin to go up the storm spire and i really love their banter. “and i’m guessing the dragon queen didn’t make her den at a nice, halfway kinda place?” “nope. tiptop!”

cuties.

second, ASSDHFNF THE FACT THEY M O C K THE IDEA OF A FORBIDDEN RELATIONSHIP. THEY’RE IN LOVE AND THE WORLD CAN DEAL WITH IT. LOVE THAT FOR THEM

third, RAYLA CATCHING CALLUM. IT’S. NOT RLLY BIG I JUST LIKE IT AND THINK IT’S CUTE HOW EVEN THOUGH SHE WAS ALSO OUT OF BREATH SHE RAN UP TO CATCH HIM.

four, AHSDHGDHFG THEY DEADASS FORGOT EZRAN WAS THERE. more flustered rayllum i love that

8. FUCK IT’S RAYLLUM ANGST NOOOO

one, ibis is j a good boi. back to rayla and callum

two, rayla going in to see the dragon queen and when she runs out callum QUICKLY FOLLOWS to see if she’s ok. asks her if she’s ok, and she OPENS UP!! CHARACTER GROWTH BABY!!! and then they hold hands and i once again shriek

three, AH. HELLO ANGST.

before we go to the actual angst, can i say that THE LAUGH AFTER RAYLA SAID “STORM SNEEZE” IS SO CUTE. CALLUMS IN LOVE. MY SON.

oh no.

*bonks rayla on the head* nO SELF SACRIFICING!!

although their fight is super angsty and i hate it, it does provide some conflict and more plot because it gives callum a reason to want to find out the truth about rayla’s parents. and then he does! people argue that this fight was unnecessary or that callum was a jerk, but this was needed i think. he did let his worry become a bit of anger, and that was not a nice move, but he knows he fucked up and fixes it!

and then we get soft rayllum this is fine

9. AND YOU THOUGHT LAST EPISODE WAS BAD N O *CRYING*

there’s not much rayllum featured in this ep, but the amount we do get is 80 PERCENT ANGST AND I WASN’T OK WITH IT

first, the fluff! callum trying to do the wing spell and rayla teasing “did you pull a muscle in the middle of a jumping jack?” is so cute. i LOVE THEM. also they hold hands and i SH RIEK again.

also soren how dare you interrupt callum he was abt to confess

second, callum when he’s explaining the battle plan and his ZAP HAND. rayla is j watching him like “yep. that is my dork.”

and CALLUM SEEMS SO FOND WHEN JANAI CALLS RAYLA THE LAST DRAGONGUARD. PERHAPS I SOB

skipping forward in time a bit for the angst oh no

third, callum going up to the storm spire after ez encouraging him to go to rayla. love that soft brotherly relationship. and we think “oh, soft rayllum, right?”

NO. VIREN’S UP THERE.

fourth, THEY DIDN’T NEED ME TO BE ROLLING ON THE FLOOR WTF. the fact that rayla’s blade went right in front of callum and he looks up and sees zym in danger, viren is there, and RAYLA is there, p a n i k.

and then rayla jumps and the entire rayllum fandom SC REAMS after callum’s “no!” before she jumps and “no, no, no, RAYLA!”

fifth, CALLUM NO WHY ARE YOU JUMPING TOO- oh wait its ok he did the wings and im still crying fuck

THAT CONFESSION THO- i cri tears of joy now. they’re in love

sixth, I J WANNA KNOW WHAT THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT BEFORE EZRAN SHOWED UP. like it’s clear that they’re talking or something, but abt what is the question. also yes they hug and raylas fond

seventh, THEY HOLD HANDS!! soft bbs,,,

AAAND IM DONE! this is. quite long so if you read all of this i hope u have a good day and thnx for listening to me ramble with some coherent thoughts

#rayla #callum #rayllum #rambling #thanks for reading #ezran #tdp season three #tdp s3 #soren #the dragon prince zym #tdp

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