#i jus t want to go back a year when he still loved me so i could change things so i could change myself so he didnt hate me
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afterglow + scara x gn!reader
+. angst with fluff???, toxic bf scara :<, inspired by taylor swift ehheheheh, not proofread, cussing
+. summary; tell me that it's not my fault, tell me that I'm all you want, even when I break your heart.
+. A/N hi lmao im so sorry for disappearing for so long i was being a lazy ass and was enjoying my vacation too much. anyway FONTAINE IS SO PRETTY T-T i have so much fun swimming with kokomi because she looks like a real majestic mermaid princess under the water <3 anyway, have this <33 ily guys
scaramouche isn’t really the boyfriend you thought you’d end up with. not with his personality, no. the first time you met him, you thought he was an asshole, and he thought you were a nuisance. and then share glares turned to annoying each other, to banters, to caring about each other, and then to… where you are now.
“i fucking hate you.” he says with a glare, and you just sighed. “uh hm, you do.” you said sarcastically, standing up from your seat. “don’t get that tone with me! i don’t need you! you think you’re all it, huh?” he scoffed. you almost wanted to laugh, and slap him a little. it wasn’t about you in the first place.
he was mad at a fatui diplomat for being ‘incompetent’, and then ranting it out to you, and then suddenly he shifted his annoyance to you. bringing up the time you ‘flirted’ with the 11th harbinger where in truth you were just having a friendly chat. and then shifted to wanting to break up. cursing out your existence like a prayer while he has tears in his eyes.
“that all, scara?” you raised a brow with a smile on your face. he was enraged. why are you always like that? he thinks you never take him seriously. you just smile at him whenever he says he wanted to break up, or when he says he’s mad. are you playing with him? “get out! get out of here!” he slammed his hand on his table angrily. “of course. i love you.” you chuckled before leaving his office.
it wasn’t long until he knocked on the door of your shared bedroom, his eyes puffy and glaring. “how-“ he didn’t even let you talk and just wrapped his arms around your waist, face buried on the crook of your neck, hands clutching on your shirt. “how come you’re still here? didn’t i tell you to leave?” he asked softly, no anger in his voice, just confusion with a hint of affection.
you hugged him back, your hand caressing his hair while the other on his back. “you don’t want that. you’d go berserk if i did.” you chuckled, and he tightened his hold on you, pulling you even closer. “i wouldn’t. i’d be happy if you did… i wouldn’t have to worry about you growing tired of me in the future.”
“don’t say that. you know i wouldn’t.” “what if you did?” “i wouldn’t.” “you would.” the two of you bantered. “i love you.” you said, cupping his cheeks making him look at you. “i fucking love you.”
his cheeks flushed, and his eyes welled with tears once again. it’s rare to see him vulnerable and insecure like this. you don’t tease him about it. you just shower him with love even though he’s being a grumpy mean guy about it. “why?” he murmured.
“because i love you.” you chuckled. “stop questioning my love, dummy.” you kissed the tip of his nose, his cheek, his forehead. “i’m an asshole, a jerk. everyone know that, why won’t you jus leave me already?” he glared whilst hugging you close.
“never.” you shake your head. he had never made you promise something to him, in fear of breaking it. but you never fail to reassure him that you wouldn’t be his fourth betrayal. no. “i’ve loved you for so many fucking years, ya think i can leave?” you chuckled.
“i can try, but god, scara. your kisses and your handprints are all over my soul, i could never.” you kissed his lips. he looked at you as if you’re the only one he’ll ever love. he knew he wasn’t good for you, you knew that yourself too. but fuck love for having the both of you in a chokehold.
“you’re so persistent, archons.” he sighed, pulling you even more closer. “then don’t leave me. even if i’m being a total jackass. i don’t mean anything bad i say to you, i don’t mean it when i say i hate you, don’t leave me when i say go away.” he mumbled. “i’d destroy teyvat if i ever lose you.”
“i love you too.”
see what i did at the 11th paragraph?
#genshin impact#genshin impact x gender neutral reader#genshin x reader#kunikuzushi x reader#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche x gn reader#scaramouche x gender neutral reader
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my girl
a/n: requested by my bestie @sweetiestevie pls accept this as a christmas present 🥰 hope you enjoy <3
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
word count: 1.4k
warnings: dad!steve and mom!reader, lots of teeth rotting fluff, doting steve
summary: reader missed having steve’s undivided attention
taglist: @sweetiestevie @dukesmebby
Friday.
You only had to make it to Friday.
Late night confessions in the dead of night under the sheets, when you daren’t move a muscle in fear of waking the kids. Confessions that lead to Steve making you a promise, a promise to drop the kids off at Robin’s after school on Friday.
You had told him you missed him, missed having his undivided attention. You loved your kids, the life you’d made for yourselves, but you were still those same lovesick kids who fell for each other all those years ago.
It was hard sometimes, going through the motions, doing your best to pull it together to be a good Mom to your kids. When in reality, all you wanted to do was curl up in Steve’s lap and never leave.
So when you looked at him all guilty and sad, mouth downturned in a frown and told him that you missed him, Steve did what Steve did best. He wrapped you up in his arms, warm and tight, lips pressed to your temple as he spoke softly,
“We’ll spend some time together real soon, honey, I promise. I’ll take care of you.”
So when Friday finally rolled around, you both pressing big kisses all over your girls’ faces as you dropped them at Robin’s, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders. You urged Steve to step on the gas, wanting nothing more than to get home and have your husband all to yourself.
Steve clicked the door shut behind you both, his warm palms resting on your waist, “So, what’s on the agenda, Mrs. Harrington?”
A soft smile tugged at your lips, your shoulders shrugged in a slump, “Dunno,” you pondered, “jus’ wanna be with you, Steve.”
“Yeah? Does my girl need me to look after her?” He asked, one hand coming to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing over the skin softly.
You mustered a nod, shy and yearning. Big doe eyes blinking up at your husband, eyelashes fluttering innocently.
“How about,” he started, Steve’s voice soft and comforting, “I run you a nice warm bath, hm? Then we can both get in our pj’s and ear dinner on the couch with a movie?” Steve leant into you, his nose brushing along your own, “Like old times?”
“That sounds nice.” You whispered, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of Steve being close to you.
“Alright then, c’mere, pretty girl.” Steve hushed with a smirk, scooping you up in his arms earning a squeal from you.
Steve carried you up the stairs bridal-style to your bathroom, setting you down on the counter, his lips capturing yours in a sweet kiss. Leaning down to turn the taps, adding your favourite bubble bath and salts, a mixture of vanilla and lavender filling the air.
You watched with a full heart as Steve hummed to himself, fingers skimming through the water to make sure the temperature was right for you. Your husband turned to you, wet finger poking you on the nose affectionately. “It’s all ready, babe. Want me to stay with you?”
“Will you?” You asked, fingers thumbing the hem of his t-shirt, “Please?”
You felt silly for asking. You knew Steve would do anything you asked, no matter how small or big. The man living to simply please you, to dote on you hand and foot.
“‘Course.” He simply responded, his voice calm and reassuring, “Lift your arms, honey.”
Obliging to Steve’s demand, you lifted your arms above your head as he lifted your shirt from your body, lips pressing soft kisses along your shoulder. Steve snapped the clasp of your bra single-handedly, letting the garment fall to the floor. You clutched at his broad shoulders as he helped you out of your jeans and underwear.
Steve clutched your hand tightly as you stepped into the warm bath, your body sinking into the hot water. All the tension seeping out from your body into the water. You sighed contently, head rolling back to rest against the edge of the tub.
Sitting on the lid of the toilet, Steve watched you with loving eyes. Gaze full of fond and yearning. He reached out to take your hand in his own, fingers lacing together, thumb grazing over your own.
You longed for moments like these with Steve, craved them actually, moments where the house was quiet and still. When the silence between you both was comfortable and safe, being able to just enjoy each other’s company in peace.
Steve brushed the hair back from your face, heart growing in size at the relaxed look painting your features. Steve loved nothing more than to look after you, to take care of his wife; his best friend. Forever the doting husband.
“Baby?” He asked softly, so as not to disturb you, “Can I wash your hair?”
You nodded gleefully, a grin plastered across your face at his proposal. Steve chuckled at you in response, leaning down to press his lips softly to your forehead.
“Alright, sweet girl, lean back f’me.”
You did as he asked, your eyes fluttering closed as you leaned back into Steve’s touch. A pretty little sigh leaving your lips as you felt the warm water cascade over your scalp.
Steve’s fingers massaged your crown, rubbing in your shampoo just perfectly. Your cheeks flushed a tinge of pink as a quiet groan escaped your throat at the feeling. You were in heaven. Total bliss washing over you.
A little whine left you as Steve removed his hands from you after rinsing, your husband chuckling to himself, finding it so endearing. He leant over you once more, his lips brushing against your forehead before they ghosted over your lips.
“I’m just gonna get you a towel, babe, I’ll only be a sec.” Steve spoke quietly, lips finally pressing to yours in a sweet kiss.
You chased his lips when he pulled away from you, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. Just loving how soft Steve was being on you, his lips tugged up in a permanent sweet smile, his eyes bright with affection.
When he returned, you hopped out the tub as he wrapped you up in a warm fluffy towel. You knew he’d ran downstairs to run it through the dryer for a minute or two and you would surely insist that a regular towel would have been fine, that he needn’t waste electricity. Steve would insist on it though, not one to forget about the smallest and simplest of gestures.
After you dried off you both got changed into your pyjamas, Steve pulling out the comfiest, coziest pair you owned. He pulled you down the stairs, his fingers locked with your own.
You got settled in on the couch as Steve flitted around the room, gathering the blankets for you and lighting all the candles that were scattered about your living room. He laid the blanket across your lap as he leant to pinch your chin in his thumb and finger.
“You wanna pick the movie if I go get dinner on?” He asked, voice warm as honey.
You nodded as he leant to press a quick kiss to your forehead, muttering a “Good girl,” in response.
Fingers skimmed along your movie collection, stopping every now and then to ponder over a particular film. Your pointer finger stopping on a movie usually reserved for your kids but you loved it still.
“Steve?” You called out.
“Yeah, honey?” You heard something boiling on the stove as Steve clanged about in the kitchen.
“Can we watch Bambi?”
“Bambi?”
“Yeah, Bambi.” You mumbled with a pout.
Steve poked his head around the threshold of the room, “Only if you let me wipe your tears this time.”
You giggled but nodded nonetheless, “Deal.”
Once you were snuggled up on the couch, with warm bowls in your laps, Steve’s thumb hovered over the play button on the remote. You furrowed your brows together, wondering what he was waiting for.
Turning your gaze to Steve, your features softened when you saw the look on his face. It was all soft, a little sappy, a dopey love-sick smile plastered on his face. He spoke before you could ask what he was staring at.
“I know things have been a little crazy lately,” he began, sincerity and earnest lacing his voice, “and I love our little family to death but you’ll always be my baby girl, you know what right?”
Remote dropped in his lap in favour of caressing your cheek, thumb grazing the skin softly. You nodded into his touch, lips turning to kiss his palm swiftly.
“You’re gonna make me cry before you even press play, Stevie.”
#steve harrington#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y/n#dad!steve harrington#steve harrington x mom!reader#steve harrington fic#stranger things fic#stranger things fluff#k.fic
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ROADIE — TREVOR ZEGRAS
dad! trevor zegras x fem! reader
summary: in which your baby says her first word while Trevor is on a roadie.
warnings: pet names?
notes: i wrote this in about 2 hours and it was not proofread. so for all i know, this could be absolute trash.
“mama. can we say mama?” i probably looked like a crazy person, bent over the front of the cart, talking to my 10 month old in the grocery store with a rats nest of hair and wearing leggings with a heavily stained oversized Anaheim Ducks t-shirt. and the usual stares over being a 21 year old mom aren’t helping.
this has been the first time since Addy was born that no one was staying with me while Trevor is on a roadie, and it’s been a bit harder than i anticipated. it’s been exhausting because although Addy is delaying with her words, she excelled with her other milestones. namely walking. she took her first steps about two weeks ago and has been toddling about the apartment ever since, so life has turned into a fun little ‘where’s waldo?’ game every time i turn around for the past two days. she’s also going through a sleep regression, so she’s waking up every hour again, which leaves me with little to no time to sleep or shower or do anything besides dote on her. and then, of course, when i opened the cupboard this morning, i realized we were on the last jar of baby food, so cue a trip to the store.
Addy just makes some babbling noises and scream laughs in my face, making me flinch and straighten back up.
“alright duckling, i hear you loud and clear. let’s get checked out so we can go back home for some Bluey time, yeah?” i worked quickly and swiftly, scanning each glass jar of food at the self check out and bagging them based on vegetable, fruit, medley, or meal.
when i finally get out to the car and buckle Addy in, her little blue eyes, exact replicas of Trevor’s, sweep over my face as wide as saucers.
“can we try that again?” i make conversation as i finish buckling her car seat. “can you say mama? mama. mama.”
once again, my baby just stares back at me.
“or not. that’s cool too. you can totally not speak at all if you want. doesn’t matter to mommy, as long as you’re happy and healthy.”
with the grocery bags placed in the passengers seat, i start the drive back to the apartment.
when we get back, i turn the tv onto Bluey and set Addy in her jumper in the living room. giving myself some time to wash the dishes piling in the sink. about 10 minutes into it though, my phone starts ringing back in the living room. drying my hands on a dish towel, i walk the ten or so steps back to the couch and swipe at the answer button on my phone screen without even checking the caller id.
“hey babe!” Trevor’s face fills the screen in a facetime and his voice is like music to my ears.
“hi love! how was morning practice?” i use the remote sitting on the arm of the couch to pause the tv show while i go sit beside the jumper so Trevor can see our beautiful baby.
“it was good! the sharks aren’t ready for us.” his face lights up as soon as Addy comes into the camera view.
“that’s great. i believe in y’all! show those fish who the real predator is!” his laugh at my joke brings a smile to my lips and i’m overwhelmed with gratitude that this is the man i’ll be vowing to spend the rest of my life with this summer.
“how’s daddy’s little duckling?! daddy’s so happy to see your pretty little face! yes, he is!” his baby talk oddly causes my heart to skip a beat. “dada misses you so much. i can’t wait to be home tomorrow night so i can kiss all over your tiny face.”
“duh- duh” Addy babbles and i smile at Trevor on the screen.
“we’re taking dada’s absence to try and learn the word mama, aren’t we baby?” i direct the end of my sentence to Addy, who’s still babbling sounds.
“that’s cheating!” Trevor’s whine is joking and he opens his mouth to say something else, but before he can get a word out, someone else does.
“dada.” my eyes go wide, Trevor’s copying, and we both avert our gaze to our 10 month old, who just said her first word. her chubby little fingers are making grabby motions towards my phone, straight at her father.
“that’s right babygirl! say it again! say dada!” Trevor is frantic and i can see tears welling in his eyes, even through the screen.
“you can do it baby! say dada!” i encourage her, my own tears falling freely down my cheeks.
“dada. dada!” she looks at Trevor and repeats the word before looking up at me. “dada.”
“oh my god, she did it Trev! she said her first word!”
“i know! i was so worried it wasn’t gonna happen! i mean, i would love her regardless, but she did it! and it was dada!” the smile he wears is breathtaking and wide.
“she misses you. so do i.”
“i miss you too, baby. i’ll be home tomorrow night.”
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Trevor gets home tonight and i have not gotten a reprieve from the endless shouts of dada, all morning. at the moment, Addy is wobbling down the hallway towards Trev and i’s room for the fifth time today, repeatedly shouting “dada! dada!”
i can’t be for certain, but i have a feeling she keeps assuming he’s in our room and is calling out for him. she’s definitely a daddy’s girl, although that’s not a surprise because she has been since she was born.
i’m currently trailing behind her, recording a video. after a few seconds, i scoop her up into my arms and send the video to Trevor.
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to: Trev Swift
**video attachment**
she’s been doing this all day. babygirl is looking for her dada!
from: Trev Swift
oh my little duckling! be home in 2 hours
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i blow raspberries on her cheek and readjust her on my hip.
“daddy will be home soon! isn’t that exciting?! i’m thinking playpen time until then.” i stop beside the pack n’ play set up in the living room already stocked with a few teething toys and blocks, and set Addy inside. i put some Mickey Mouse on the tv and sit on the couch, grabbing the book i’m currently reading off of the side table.
about 30 minutes later i notice it’s been suspiciously silent and look over to Addy, only to find her napping. i smile at the sight of my sleeping daughter, and go back to reading my book.
before i even realize how much time has passed, i hear the front door opening and a thud hit the ground. Trevor’s home. i bookmark my page and snap my book shut, leaping up from the couch and making my way towards the front of the apartment, meeting Trev in the dining room.
“hi, baby.” his arms snake around my waist and he leans down to plant a kiss on my lips. “where’s Addy?”
“napping. she passed out in the playpen about an hour and a half ago.” i slip my arms around my fiancé’s neck, laying my head on his chest. “how were your trips?”
“eh. they were fine. but i missed my girls.”
we pull back and share one more kiss, this one a little deeper, before the sound of Addy’s cries drifts towards us from the other room.
“you wanna get your daughter? i need a shower.”
“oh so now she’s my daughter?” he laughs as we walk into the living room. a big smile graces his lips and he scoops Addy up and into his arms. “hey babygirl! daddy’s home and he’s not going anywhere any time soon.”
“dada!” Addy shouts and slaps both her tiny palms onto his cheeks, squishing his face.
“yeah, duckling. dada.”
#trevor zegras#trevor zegras x reader#trevor zegras imagine#babydollmarauders#faithlynn’s writings <3#nhl fic#nhl imagine#anaheim ducks
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the parts we rearrange | f. morales | 1.5k
frankie "catfish" morales x f!reader
summary: Frankie is a father first, and this past year has been anything but easy. [wc: 1.5k]
tags: 18+, mature themes, fluff, maternal abandonment, brief mention of infertility, FLUFFFFFF, just frankie being a dad, not edited
a/n: first frankie fic! for a fluffy frankie friday! pls be kind, comments and rbs are SOOOOOO appreciated.
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You and Frankie had been together for about a year and a half now. You understood his worst parts and forgave him for the invisible scars he carried. It wasn’t an easy love, but it was well worth it at the end of the day.
Eight months ago, everything changed. On a Sunday morning, just like today, a knock at Frankie’s door flipped his world upside down. His ex Gabrielle, was there to drop off their daughter Ana for a week with Frankie. You would make yourself sparse because it was what Gabi wanted, and next Sunday, Ana would go back with Gabi for two weeks. Except this time Gabi never came back.
All she left little five year old Ana with was an apology letter to Frankie. The details didn’t matter, but Gabi couldn’t do it anymore. She was done being a parent, leaving Frankie to completely change his life around.
At first, you didn’t know if he was going to be able to do it. Frankie completely broke down, terrified of being a full time parent. He had spent the last four years co-parenting as a single father, and even that wore him down on good days. He loved Ana more than anything, she was the centre of his universe. He knew he had to step up to the plate, and with the support of you Pope and the Miller brothers, he got his shit together.
It delayed a lot of plans you had with one another, and put a strain on your relationship. At the end of the day you knew Ana came first and you didn’t blame her, but you did find it hard to cancel vacations and delay moving in together.
What made up for all the cancelled plans, was the light Ana brought into your life.
The way she would get excited when you promised you’d sleepover at Frankie’s. How she would fall asleep on the couch tucked between you and her father. The mornings where she’d have endless energy for a kitchen dance party. It was the relationship you wanted that Gabi was too insecure to let you have.
You weren’t sure you ever wanted kids, infertility ran in your family and you didn’t want to set yourself up for heartbreak. Somehow, you found something so much better though, you found Frankie and Ana. And that was enough.
You knew this would be hard weekend for the two of them. It would be their first Mother’s day without Gabi. Ana knew she wasn’t around anymore but she still didn’t completely understand why.
“Dad when is mom coming back? I want her to play dress up with me!”
“Mi bebe,” he would sigh. “Mama just needs to be alone for a while, why don’t we play tea party instead?”
Sometimes redirecting her would work, sometimes she would thrash and cry and ask for her mom. It would break Frankie’s heart and all you could do was watch.
You woke up Sunday to soft kisses being placed over your shoulder. You hadn’t planned on staying the night last night, but after Frankie put Ana to bed he needed you.
He needed you to be there for him, to make him forget the heartbreak the morning would bring. To love him, hold him, and make sure he would feel supported the next morning.
You were in just his t-shirt as he lavished you in soft kisses as the morning light streamed through the curtains.
“Thank you for staying last night, hermosa.”
“Mm, of course Frankie,” you turned to face him in bed, intertwining your legs, and gently kissing him.
You kissed him soft and slow, as you lips moved against one another you felt him physically relax.
“I don’t know if I can do it,” he whispered, “She made a craft at school, and yet has no one to give it to.”
You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed him delicately on the forehead.
“It’ll be okay Frankie, let’s just make her pancakes and take things as they come. She’s a smart kid and she’ll be okay.”
“Mi amor,” he kissed you gently. “Gracias.”
As if on cue you heard Ana get up and go to the bathroom, signalling it was time to start the day. It’s likely today will be long and emotionally exhausting but you will get through it together.
As you went to the bathroom, you heard a shriek of joy from down the hall. As you walked into the kitchen you smiled at the scene; Ana was on Frankies hip and they were singing their favourite song from Moana while they collected all the pancake ingredients.
“You ready for Morales world famous pancakes, kiddo?” You asked.
She sang your name along side a “Good morning!” And ran to give you a hug.
“Good morning to you!” You sang back, Frankie smiling at the two of you from the kitchen.
It warmed his heart to see how Ana took to you. You had endless conversations around whether or not Gabi would eventually be okay with you being in her life. Most of which would end with a “She will warm up to the idea eventually!” From Frankie.
“Dad, is Mama coming today?” Ana asked.
Frankie looked at her sadly, longing in his eyes for the day she would understand.
“No angel, Mama still needs to be alone?”
“Do you think she’s ever coming back?” Ana looked up and asked you with the world in her eyes.
You looked at Frankie for guidance, not sure how to proceed.
He came over to the two of you and crouched to her level.
“I don’t know, mi amor, but you’ve got us,” He said softly.
You crouched too, to wrap her in a hug. She would probably never fully understand why her mom left, not for a long time at least. In that moment you vowed to be there for her, help her on her hardest days, and be the person she needed when Frankie wouldn’t understand.
“I made something for you at school,” She smiled up at you.
“Oh, that’s so sweet,” You smiled at her.
“Mama would have been mad if I had given it to you, but I want you to have it,” You could see the conflict she was facing.
“Go grab it! It’s alright,” Frankie said, tickling her sides as she went earning another big squeal from Ana.
She ran to her backpack at the door, you looked at Frankie and he just shrugged. This was a surprise for both of you.
Ana came running back with a craft that was mess of pink yellow and orange construction paper.
She held it out to you. You took it in.
It was a Mother’s Day Card, made for you. Your name on it and everything.
‘Happy Mother’s Day! I love you!!’
She had hand drawn a flower and a picture of you two holding hands on the inside. Your heart melted in your chest and you brought your free hand to your eyes to wipe away your tears.
“Is it okay?” She asked the world in her eyes.
“It is more than okay,” you crouched to meet her. “I love it and I love you.”
You grabbed and pulled her into a large bear hug and rocking her back and forth. You didn’t see it but you knew Frankie had the biggest smile on his face, and was probably also a bit teary eyed.
When you pulled away she ran over to her father.
“Well, I don’t think I’ve been this happy in a long time,” you said.
“Me either, Mama,” Frankie smiled at you.
“Can we have pancakes now?” Ana groaned, the moment coming and going as quickly as possible.
“Well, if we are going to have Mother’s Day breakfast, we are going to do it right!” Frankie announced.
“You,” he pointed at you, “Back to bed! And you,” pointing to Ana, “And I are going to make the best breakfast in bed you’ve ever seen!”
So you took your card and went back into bed. You snapped a quick photo and texted it to Pope. He was thrilled that Ana had taken such a big step in your relationship.
You settled into bed reading a bit of your book as you listened to pans rattling in the kitchen, Disney songs on full blast. Not long after you heard someone running down the hall. The door swung open and Ana jumped onto the bed next to you.
“Happy Mother’s Day!” She said giving you the biggest hug she could muster.
Frankie walked in shortly after carrying a breakfast tray; it had pancakes, yogurt, granola, orange juice and coffee.
“Thank you!” You exclaimed.
The flowers you had bought earlier that week were wrapped in newspaper on the tray. You smiled at the “present” sure that Ana said you needed one and Frankie grabbed the first thing he could find.
You all sat together eating breakfast in bed, stealing kisses from Frankie while Ana would cringe. The day you were so anxious about ended up being one of the best days in your relationship, finally feeling like you and Frankie were a family. It was a beautiful thing to be loved, and Frankie and Ana made sure you never forgot it.
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On Bended Knee
Summary: Y/N is on their last leg with Elvis.
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort. Mentions of the colonel, mentions of pills. Mm sad Elvis. Lmk if I missed any!
A/N: I was in the middle of an assignment and this song came on and I had to get this down before I forgot it.
You stare at the mess you’ve made in awe. There are broken dishes, smashed vases; pictures snatched out of the frames, just a mess.
Looking around, you wonder how things had gotten this bad. How a love, once sweet and warm, could grow into something so cold and bitter.
You look toward the bearer of your sorrows; anger graces his features, yet defeat is painted over yours.
His chest is heaving, and his fists are clenched at his sides. He’s waiting for your next move, wondering what’ll come flying in his direction next.
Frankly, you’re exhausted. Between the girls, the drugs, and that slime-ball Elvis calls his manager; you feel like you no longer have a place in his life.
“I’m done…I can’t do this anymore.” It comes out so soft, barely above a whisper. So quiet, you aren’t even sure that you said it.
Elvis is certain you’ve misspoken. Never once have you threatened to leave him. The anger flowing through his body dissipates and is replaced with concern.
In two quick strides, he’s looming over you, cupping your face. “Look at me, baby,” he pleads. You know better than to listen. If you do, you’ll be right back where you started.
“Damnit, I said, look at me!” He booms. Like a child, you do as you’re told, slowly shifting your eyes from that oh-so-interesting spot on the floor to his cerulean eyes.
When your eyes meet, he searches for any indication of a bluff, something that’ll tell him you’re still his, that you aren’t serious.
He doesn’t find it. “Let go, Elvis,” you mutter. The hands cradling your face fall to his sides.
The sound of glass crunching under your feet as you turn toward the door is enough to make you wince. “Satnin, please…” You shake your head. “Elvis, you-“
“It ain’t fuckin Elvis! El, Elvie, Vis, sweetness, loverboy, any one of ‘em will do. You ain’t c-called me Elvis in t-ten goddamn years.”
His voice wavers, and you can’t help the way your head snaps in his direction. You find a broken man resting on his knees, hands in his hair, with tears streaming down his face.
Your feet move before you tell them to; his arms wrap around your legs as sobs rack through his body. “I’m gon fix it satnin, I promise. If this is bout the colonel…I-I’m gon fire him a-and it’ll be jus’ you an me. We’ll go wherever ya want. Any state outta the fifty. Ya jus’ can’t leave me baby. Please.”
You run your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. “El, you need more help than I can give you right now. It ain’t just him, baby. What about the pills and-”
he flies out of your arms, hiccuping as he makes his way to the bathroom. You hear rattling and run after him, scared of what he could be doing.
You peek in and find him dumping pills everywhere. Some in the sink under running water, some Into the shower drain, most into the toilet.He doesn’t stop until every last bottle is empty. When he finishes, he turns his attention to you. “Y/N, I’ll do anything ya ask. Jus’, please, don’t leave.” You can tell he’s serious.
You don’t say a word as you step forward, arms wrapping around his waist. He melts into you, gripping you tight like you’d vanish if he didn’t.
“I-I’m so sorry.” He cries out. You hold on just as tight “Thick and thin, baby, thick and thin. It’s gon be okay, El; we’ll figure this out.”
He just nods his head, thanking every star in the sky that you changed your mind.
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Poly losers club: Bill finally standing up to his dad for his real family the losers.
*if you want to picture how angry Bill is, and how the losers calm him down. Watch this YouTube video. James Mcacovy is brilliant here. I love picture young adult Bill getting angry like this*
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Bill finally standing up to his father for everything. He stands in front of the other losers. Not afraid. He's faced scarier things. His dad is nothing.
Bill: Y-you don't get to ju-udge m-my choices. You don't get to judge them!
Bill gestures to the other losers behind him, they all stare at Bill in wonder, awe, and also how hot he is. But also worry for him because they never seen him this angry(not since Bill and Richie's fight) , and at his father no less.
Mr Denbrough, his tone judgmental(Mrs Denbrough standing behind him, nervous but silent): Bill this isn't normal! Having this close a bond with your friends isn't normal. I'm just concerned.
Bill eyes go cold: C-concerned! Yo-ou haven't gave a shit about me in f-fucking years! Not since Georgie died!
Mr Denbrough fully angry now: Do not talk to me that way young man! Now you listen-!
Bill snaps and pushes his father back away from him, hard. Causing the other losers to gasp.
Bill: NO YOU LISTEN! You were never there for me when Georgie died! We never talked about it! *Bill starting to tear up, but still angry.* You never talk about him. You just want to forget. Just like everyone else in this town.
Mr Denbrough starts to tear up but still angry. So has Mrs Denbrough. But she still says nothing.
Mr Denbrough: Bill!
Bill interrupts his father. He doesn't care anymore: Y-you have no idea w-what I've b-been through. *points to the other losers*. What we've been through. They're t-the only ones who have b-been there for m-me. The only ones! So to me they're my family! YOU DON'T GET JUDGE MY FAMILY!
Bill: And I dont have to stand here and hear it.
Bill turns around to leave with the other losers, who all started piling into Richies car when Bill turns around.
Mr Denbrough moves forward and stops Bill from leaving. He grabs his arm hard and hurting without realizing it. He's too deep in his anger. Bill freezes at the touch. Cold stone still.
Mr Denbrough to angry to care what he says: So you're just going to leave with these freaks? We know all about what you kids get up to! You know how much the town talks about the disgusting things you-
Bill doesn't let him finish, red fills his vision. Quick as a flash he turns around and punches his dad in the face. Breaking his nose. His dad curses, falls on his ass and holds his bleeding nose. Mrs Denbrough screams in shock.
Bill makes a move to jump on him(angry undesirable words of protective fury spilling out of his mouth)and continue hitting his father, but several different arms grab a hold of him to stop him. Bill doesn't hear what any of the other losers are saying. He just hears a high pitched rining in his ears and red in his vision. His blood burning hot. What finally calms him down is the sight of Mike standing in front him.
Mike cups his cheek gently and smiles, though theres worry in his eyes: Hey Big Bill. Hey. Calm down, look at me ok. It's alright. It's alright.
Bill starts to calm down. Breathing slow soft breaths. He keeps his eyes on Mike. Several of the other losers are hugging him.
Mike smiles, than kisses Bill soft on the mouth( kisses him in front his parents, where all of Derry and god can see. Being brave and not caring). Bill kisses him back softly. He feels his anger seep out of him. Finally calming down.
Mike moves away from the kiss, than leans his forehead against Bills: We are going to leave now ok? Ok Big Bill?
Bill nods, than he feels others move away from the group hug. Ben boldly hugs him around the middle, picks him up like he weighs nothing. All but drags him to Richies van. Bill doesn't look back.
Mr Denbrough and Mrs Denbrough: BILL! COME BACK HERE!
Ben brings him into the back of the van where Beverly sits, gets Ben to lean him on her lap(she runs fingers throughhis hair to keep him calm and comfort him). Stan's up front with Richie whos driving. Mike and Eddie both get into the back behind them.
Richie starting the car, lets him moter mouth run: Nice seeing you again Mr And Mrs Denbrough. You better get that nose checked Bill's punches hurt like a bitch. Though I never had any personal experience with that.
Stan in front with Richie, who puts a hand on his shaking wrist: Beep Beep Richie. Just drive ok.
Richie does. Driving the car away. All the losers hear one last angry cry of Bills name. But Bill doesn't turn back to look. No one does.
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"Lee Ju-heeee~~!!!"
Oh my God! Lee Ju-hee slammed her pen on her notebook and got up from her seat to head toward the window where she would meet the root of her frustrations. She opened it and yelled in a loud voice. "WOULD YOU SHUT UP?!"
"Ju-hee!" Kang Tae-shik, her ex-boyfriend, exclaimed from below and waved his arms. "I'm so sorry!"
"I already told you! We. Are. Done!"
"It was a mistake! I promised you that I'll be better, right? I'm doing it now!"
She scoffed. "You promised that four times already and I never stopped regretting every second of those days where I didn't break up with you immediately!"
"Hear me out! I won't do it again—"
"You said that more than six times."
"—and I swear that—"
"No."
"—I will be a good boyfriend to you—"
"Begone, you trash!"
"JUST TAKE ME BACK!"
Ju-hee slammed her windows shut.
Kang Tae-shik was her boyfriend for two years. They had begun dating when they were about to graduate college. See, he was the personification of "bad news" and "malice" — so why did someone so sweet as Lee Ju-hee date him?
She was his tutor.
Tae-shik's grades were on the edge of the cliff from falling into abyss. So the teachers, who had been stressing whether they would pass him or not, decided to call Ju-hee and assigned her to tutor Tae-shik. Luckily, the young man was matured enough to listen even though he had spent most of the time annoying her.
Needless to say, she had the biggest relief when she saw him march on stage and receive his diploma from the frowning principal.
When the ceremony ended, Tae-shik approached her and asked her out. Driven by her happiness in finishing college, Ju-hee said yes. And that was how their romance began. But looking back at the memories. . . Was it truly a romance?
Tae-shik was worse than she thought. Her friends even asked her if she was in the right mind to go out with him. Ju-hee had to witness him pick up fights, cause a whole round of ruckus, and heck, he yelled at her once because he was drunk. She wanted to break it off with him, but then he promised that he would no longer do it again, she gave him a chance. . . And that chance became a bunch of powerless words.
She was told that she must break up with him, but due to Tae-shik reminding her of his awful past, Ju-hee was forced to stay for another three months. The last straw for her was when he picked up a fight at the bar with a bunch of men — Ju-hee slapped him hard in the face that was sure to leave a severe mark on his face and walked out.
. . . But things didn't just end there.
Tae-shik kept showing up and was begging for her to love him again. But Ju-hee was not going to allow herself be stupid again and ignored his pleas. Her options were useless and tried to threaten him, but Tae-shik clearly had no fear even in the law.
Jin-woo, her best friend, had told her that no police was going to stop him from breaking the purple-haired lunatic's face if he saw him again.
But as much as she liked the idea, Ju-hee was always opposed to violence. She preferred peace. She liked it better if Tae-shik could just disappear from her life. She knew that she was a strong woman and she could handle him without her friend's "help" — Lord knows what would happen if those two collided.
Anyways, Ju-hee may have broken up with him, it felt like she didn't because Tae-shik had no brain capacity to understand her words in that night. She was now a nurse for heaven's sake. Why couldn't Tae-shik have a job on his own?
"Ju-hee! Look! I bought you flowers!"
"Come on~ I know you still love me!"
"I won't stop until you get back together with me!"
"I belong to you, Ju-hee. And you belong to me!"
Every. Damn. Time.
Should she call Jin-woo and leave him to his task?
His annoying voice still followed her even when she was trying to walk peacefully in the streets. Not a single person had bat an eye. Ju-hee considered wearing her earphones, but she knew those were not enough to block the annoying and incessant implores of her ex.
Then, she felt him grab her wrist and spin her around to face him. Ju-hee was about to run away when his hands covered hers as he got down on both of his knees.
"Forgive me. . . I'll treat you better!" Tae-shik pleaded.
Ju-hee snarled. "Tae-shik, you got five seconds before I kick you in the face."
"Do whatever you want! But you will never get away from me easily!"
"Ew! How shameless of you to say such creepy things!" Ju-hee wrinkled her nose in disgust. She must get out of here. But where would she go next? Tae-shik would end up finding her in the end. What could make him go away for good?
Just give me a sign!
Then, Ju-hee suddenly found someone within the crowd. An idea formed in her mind. As audacious it seemed, she was left with no choice. The ginger-haired kicked Tae-shik in the stomach and escaped from his grip to rush toward the man her eyes had landed upon.
She wrapped her arms around his neck.
Fighting her adrenaline, Ju-hee managed to let out a beaming smile and faced the shocked expression of the stranger. "B— babe! What a surprise to see you here and I'm glad! Are you going somewhere?"
"I— uh. . . " The man just stared at her.
Ju-hee embraced him back and moved her mouth closer to his ear. "Play along, please."
After a few moments, she almost flinched when a pair of arms were snaked around her waist and pulled her close. They stayed like that for what felt like a long time. Meanwhile, Ju-hee wanted to have the ground swallow her so bad for running to a stranger and called him an endearment out of the blue.
She was desperate. She needed to survive.
The man soon removed his arms off her and whispered. "He's gone."
Ju-hee quickly retracted her arms from his neck and placed her heels down. She turned over and saw that Tae-shik was completely gone. It made her feel so relieved. She looked up to the kind stranger who had played along with her act. He looked rather young and tall, his chin only reached her forehead, and had black spikey hair; he wore a simple grey shirt under a green hoodie and a pair of worn-out jeans.
"Thank you," Ju-hee bowed and folded her hands to her front. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
The man cracked a smile. "It's okay. I'm glad I could help you, Miss."
"And. . . I'm so sorry too! I didn't mean to go up to you like that since I got no other choice!" Ju-hee exclaimed. "It was very bold of me, and— are you perhaps dating someone? If so, I am very sor—"
"Woah! Take it easy!" He stopped her. "I'm single. Completely single and hadn't dated anyone in my whole life, just so you know."
She sighed. "Thank goodness. Otherwise, this moment could've haunted me forever!"
"Nothing bad about trying to get away from a creep," he shrugged.
"I know," Ju-hee sighed. "I have the worst ex ever."
"THAT WAS YOUR EX?!" He suddenly burst out, then he winced at what he had done due to the side-eyes he had received from the people passing by. He cleared his throat. "So. . . Your ex? Wow. Not to be judgemental, but— were you in the right mind back then?"
Ju-hee glared at him. "It's a long story I'd rather dump in the garbage can."
"Alright then, well—" the man took something from his pocket and handed her his phone. "Here. Put your number in and just give me a call if that lunatic shows up again."
"Thank you!" Ju-hee smiled and began to enter her phone number into his contacts. It seemed that the odds were in her favor after all. Once she was done, she was about to return his phone when a new thought came into her. It made her bit her lip briefly. "Uh. . . Will it be okay for you to do me another favor?"
He nodded. "What is it?"
"Be my boyfriend."
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Ju-hee wondered if it was a good idea to pick a stranger to pose as her boyfriend. It was a surprise that Byung-gyu, the name of the stranger himself, agreed to her shameless offer. She only did that to keep her ex away from her since she thought messing with someone's girlfriend was a very sinful thing to do.
Or maybe she was watching too many dramas?
Nonetheless, what happened, happened.
Thankfully, she was living alone, otherwise she would have to worry about her family. What would they say if their only daughter had asked someone to be her fake boyfriend? What would they say if their only daughter had gotten into a relationship with a horrible person? No, they would react more to the latter.
"Lee Ju-hee!"
"Huh?!" Ju-hee snapped out and faced Jin-woo. "You were saying?"
"Geez." Jin-woo rolled his eyes and briefly glanced at the television where the show they were currently watching was left unnoticed. "You've been staring into the void for minutes and already missed the important part."
"Uh. . . It's a long story!"
"If it's long story, then it means you don't want to talk about," Jin-woo huffed and grabbed the bowl of popcorn from her hands, which she had eaten either. "I've known you since we were high school, Ju-hee. And I know every embarrassing moment you had. What's the difference this time?"
I picked a random stranger to be my fake boyfriend to get Tae-shik away from me. "I. . . " She swallowed . "I— uh. . . Can you promise that you won't laugh at me?"
Jin-woo nodded his head.
Ju-hee took a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut as she spoke. "I stepped on a cat's tail."
" . . . Are you serious?"
"Yes."
Jin-woo stared at her as if she had gone insane before sharing his head and then tossed another popcorn to his mouth. "No comment." He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "But are you sure you are telling the truth?"
Jin-woo had been friends with her since high school. They were best friends. Jin-woo could put up the most serious face she had ever known, but it was easy for him to crack up at something he deemed as hilarious — that included the embarrassing things Ju-hee had done and looking at him made her remember it all.
"I literally stepped on a cat's tail, Jin-woo! How can you think I'd still be okay?!" Ju-hee exclaimed.
What would he react if she revealed to him that she was in a fake relationship? Sure, she had her defenses, but Jin-woo would end up focusing on the subject.
"And here, I thought it'd be something interesting," said Jin-woo. He looked at her again. "You know,
"Look! The emperor just got murdered!" Ju-hee shoved his face back to the television. No, she was not ready for another joke of his that she should've asked her fake boyfriend for real.
Byung-gyu only agreed to help her. Nothing else. Ju-hee doubt he'd see her as his type either, so once Tae-shik stopped showing up in her sight, she'd break their faux relationship and her life would finally be at peace. That was the goal and she must stay in that route.
Later that night, she decided to message Byung-gyu and get to know him. Of course, she had to form a bond with this stranger, otherwise their fake relationship would be taken seriously as they did not know a single detail about each other.
Byung-gyu replied to her messages faster than she thought. Based on his texts, he seemed quite a funny guy and didn't ask anything about her past relationship, which she was glad about. Ju-hee never wished to go back to those times and just forget them instead — to have her first love being the worst was the experience she regretted deeply.
The following day went, Ju-hee found herself in the bookstore inside of the mall. She needed to find something to read after realizing all the books she had back home were finished a week ago, and since she got her salary, it was the perfect time to hunt for books.
"There you are! What a surprise?"
Ju-hee almost froze at the voice. Even in the library, he still managed to find her. She snarled without turning her head. "Leave me alone, Tae-shik."
"Why? Because you have a new boyfriend?" Tae-shik huffed. "Look, after thinking about that particular moment, I realized that it must've been an act." He smirked as he slowly leaned closer. "You really think I'm an idiot, do ya?"
Ju-hee inched away from him, but the tip of her sandals already met the bottom of the shelf. "I'm telling the truth."
"Oh, yeah? Then where is he? Aren't couples supposed to be together all the time?"
Ju-hee growled and quickly took her phone from her bag, about to dial a particular number, and as she was about to click the call button when—
"Leave Ju-hee alone."
"Pardon?" Tae-shik said.
Ju-hee finally turned around and saw Byung-gyu. She widened her eyes. She was just about to call him. . . But there he was, standing with a book in his hand.
Byung-gyu looked at her and tilted his head, letting out a broad smile. "Hey, sunflower."
"Sunflower, my ass!" Tae-shik scoffed. "You're that guy from yesterday, right?"
"Yep. I'm her boyfriend."
Ju-hee's jaw dropped. How can he pull it off so confidently?
Tae-shik was still skeptical. "Oh really? Then why haven't I seen you before?"
"Does it matter? Just because you follow her like a damn ghost doesn't mean you know everything." Byung-gyu told him. He walked past Tae-shik and moved to her side, putting his hand on her shoulder. "Ju-hee had talked to me a lot about you, I once suggested her to call the authorities too, but she didn't want to go too far. So, now that I'm here, feel free to go."
Ju-hee felt him tug her close, yet she ignored it and focused on Tae-shik. Her ex continued to stare at them with a cold gaze. At last, he walked away, not without flashing them one last look before leaving the place.
When Byung-gyu took his hand off her, Ju-hee released a huge sigh as though she was about to collapse. She turned to him and said. "Thank you, Byung-gyu."
"Hey, what fake boyfriends are for?" Byung-gyu shrugged and shoved his hands into his pockets. "How's my act?"
"You did pretty well," the ginger chuckled and then remembered something. "Sunflower?"
"Oh, that? I knew that he won't give up easily if I used your name, and since I first thought of a sunflower, I decided to call you that." Byung-gyu said. "Sounds nice, isn't it?"
"It is," smiled Ju-hee. "What are you doing here, if you don't mind me asking?"
"I was looking for history books about the revolutionary wars. The textbooks the school offered me are not enough and I can't just let my students grow up with incomplete knowledge."
"Wow!" She mused. "You seem passionate about history."
"Of course! History is interesting if you find the fun in it." Byung-gyu winked.
Ju-hee laughed.
Min Byung-gyu genuinely didn't know what was going on when a random young woman suddenly hugged him. But after reading the situation, it appeared that the woman was desperately trying to get away from her ex — he was still astounded what made her fall for that guy — so, being the kind person he was, helped her and accepted her favor afterward.
It was amusing how he, who had not once dated a single girl in his life because of how constant he kept being rejected, managed to put up a convincing act in that bookstore.
Fortunately, it was a success.
He remembered telling his friends about it the other night, and their reactions were quite unexpected.
"I thought you hate fake dating?"
"Don't tell me you're going to waste your 'boyfriend' skills!"
"Is she pretty though?"
"Why don't you try and take the shot?"
Eun-seok and Tae-gyu were pretty much supportive nonetheless. Yoon-ho and Jong-in on the other hand. . .
"Be careful, Byung-gyu. Fake relationship stays fake, alright? No funny feelings."
"Yoon-ho's right. Try not to fall for her when she only sees you as an escape."
"I know what I'm doing, guys. I'm just helping her and that's it." Byung-gyu waved his hand at them in dismissal. He got that they were just looking out for him amidst the teases, but he was twenty-five years now, he knew what he was doing.
Besides, he expected nothing from his agreement with Lee Ju-hee.
She was sweet, kind, and strong. Only a fool would hesitate to help her.
If they were walking together, he made sure to stay close, and sometimes, Ju-hee would allow him to hold her hand as a nice display of them being a couple. Who knew Tae-shik could just be hiding somewhere. But Byung-gyu didn't pay much attention to that thought, even if it was to keep Ju-hee safe, he liked to live in the moment where he had nothing to be aware about.
One time, Byung-gyu caught a certain purple-haired hiding somewhere near the cafe he and Ju-hee had met up to. His protective instincts would kick in and wrap an arm around her in an instant. Ju-hee would be taken aback, but she got the message and lean her head on his shoulder in return.
"Is he gone?" She asked after a few moments.
He lowered his head to glance from the corner of his eye and noticed Tae-shik still hadn't left his spot next to the lamppost. "Nope. Are you still comfortable?"
"I'd be more comfortable if he's gone," said Ju-hee.
"Are we're just gonna stay like this for a while?"
"Yep," Ju-hee nodded. "Keep yourself close to me."
"Like this?"
"Yeah. Can I put my head on your shoulder?"
"Sure thing." She leaned against his shoulder. Byung-gyu secretly glanced again. "Okay, Ju-hee, I think he's leaving."
"Really? Thank God."
"Ju-hee! What a—"
"We're dating!" Byung-gyu and Ju-hee exclaimed at the same time, caught by surprise of the voice, who belonged to none other than a young woman with short blonde hair.
"Hae-in?!" Ju-hee's eyes stretched wide.
Hae-in, who must be a friend of hers, blinked. "Uh, hi?" She glanced at Byung-gyu. "Oh! It seems I must be interrupting something. I'll go ahead."
"Wait!" Ju-hee reached out her hand to her friend, who began to walk away. "Hae-in!"
"It's okay, we'll talk later! Enjoy your date, Ju-hee!"
"It's not—!"
Byung-gyu moved forward and clasped his hand over her mouth to stop her from finishing her sentence. "Keep it down, will you? Even if Tae-shik is not here, we can never be too sure!" He half-whispered to her.
Once he felt Ju-hee recline into her seat, he removed his hand and fell into an awkward silence with her. Ju-hee's long hair surrounded her face, so it was difficult to discern what expression she had, but he could tell she was in a crisis.
"Uh. . . Ju-hee?"
"This is terrible!" She wailed. "My friend saw us, thought that we're together, and—" she gasped. "What if Hae-in tells Jin-woo?!"
"Are we not supposed to tell this whole thing to anyone?"
"If you know your friends, so no. If their reactions to my first relationship were beyond my expectations, then how worse can they be if they learned that I'm in a pretend relationship with someone?" Ju-hee scoffed. She grabbed her cup of coffee from the saucer and brought to her mouth. "What about you?"
Byung-gyu rubbed the back of his neck. "Well. . . My friends are fine with it."
"You—" Ju-hee spit out her drink. "You told your friends?!"
"I was nervous! I tend to be open to people if I'm nervous." said Byung-gyu.
"What are you nervous about?" Ju-hee asked inquisitively. "You've been doing great. I even forget that I had a crazy ex sometimes when I'm with you."
"I'm inexperienced to these things, remember? I got rejected repeatedly ever since I tried to ask my crush out in high school." Byung-gyu explained. "I even asked my friends for advice after I told them about our deal because I was afraid that I might mess up."
"You asked for advice? Wow!" Ju-hee mused. "I didn't know you'd take this seriously."
He huffed. "No girl deserves to be stalked so creepily, you know? Guys like your ex need to be thrown in a bottomless pit. You should've dated a better guy."
"Yeah, I should've," Ju-hee sighed and muttered. "Maybe if I wasn't stupid back then instead of keeping on tolerating him."
"Hey! Don't beat yourself too much." Byung-gyu nudged her arm lightly. "Just because you chose the wrong person didn't mean you're an idiot. You have a good heart, it's him who's stupid to treat it like an object. See it as a lesson next time. Choose someone who makes you feel safe and happy."
The ginger flashed him a smile.
Around Ju-hee, his protective instincts always kicked in. More or less, he was beginning to look out for her as a friend. Not as someone who had sought for him in that particular day. And sometimes, Byung-gyu felt like he was an actual boyfriend, using his pretend relationship with Ju-hee as a practice to see if he could actually treat someone the right way.
He wasn't lying when he told her that he asked his friends for advice. They told him to compliment her that she was pretty and be a complete gentlemen, which were good ideas, but some of their ideas were a little bit. . . Too far.
Kiss her in the cheek or anywhere in her face? Byung-gyu would rather be swallowed by the ground.
Buy matching shirts? Nope.
Flirty shamelessly in front of the ex? He could do that, but he didn't think he would still have a straight face afterward.
"You look like you're unemployed."
"Hyung, do you have any other clothes?"
"What kind of guy looks like that for his fake date with his fake girlfriend?"
"Okay, no hoodies." Byung-gyu removed his white jacket and tossed it to his bed. He grabbed a dark red checkered long-sleeve and placed it over his plain white shirt as he showed it to his friends. "How about this one?"
"Hmm. . . " Tae-gyu squinted his eyes. "Too—"
"You look good!" Eun-seok slammed his hand against Tae-gyu's mouth and held raised his thumb. "It matches your shirt too. You're good to go, hyung!"
Byung-gyu glanced at Jong-in.
Jong-in, whose taste in clothing was better than anyone else he knew and even himself, shrugged. "I guess Eun-seok's right."
"Yes!" Byung-gyu launched his fist in the air.
Yoon-ho snickered. "You look way too excited."
"No, I'm just happy. I've been facing my wardrobe for half an hour."
"Are you going to introduce your lady to us?" Tae-gyu piped up. "It's been a week since you started this whole 'act like boyfriend to protect a beautiful lady from her batshit ex'."
"I'll introduce her to you guys. Once we will no longer have to pretend." Byung-gyu answered.
"Sounds like you're just waiting for her to be your real girlfriend," Yoon-ho remarked.
He raised an eyebrow. "I thought you don't like her, hyung?"
"Since when did I say I don't like her?" Yoon-ho raised his eyebrow in return. "Yeah, I did say that you should be careful last time, but since you've been happy in a different way lately, I'm starting to think that you've found your match."
"Ha ha." Byung-gyu playfully rolled his eyes. Then he paused for a quick moment. He paid attention to his heart, feeling it flutter at the thought of Ju-hee as Yoon-ho's words echoed lightly in his mind. It had been quite a while since he had felt this way.
Found my match, huh?
He let out a smile.
"What is Byung-gyu hyung smiling about?" Eun-seok said.
Tae-gyu smiled sweetly at his friend. "He's smiling because he's late for his fake date."
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Byung-gyu should be here by now. Ju-hee checked her watch for the third time since she came to the cafe. Her fingers tapped on the table, it had been ten minutes already, and Byung-gyu was never the one to be late — or perhaps he must've caught up on things that were important. She sighed and reminded herself to be patient.
"About time I see you alone at last."
Ju-hee turned her head over her shoulder, almost flinching in surprise. "Tae— ack!"
Tae-shik kept a firm grasp on her arm. It felt difficult for her to free from his hand. Ju-hee tried to pull her arm away, but there was no use, and her ex's dark gaze stared at her. She was about to raise her foot when he grabbed her shoulder this time to force her to look at him.
"Do you think just because you are dating someone else, you're free from me?" Tae-shik glared. "Do you think you can be happy with someone else while you leave me in the shadows? Why—"
"Why do you think my life is your business?!" Ju-hee snapped. "Move on, Tae-shik! Why would I still be you, who brought nothing but headaches? You may have guilt-tripped me into staying with you, but not anymore."
"You know how I was raised, right? You know how much I suffered!"
She gritted her teeth. "Then go to therapy! You don't know how much I suffered as well because of you!"
When she was with him, Ju-hee cried. A lot. Even though he didn't hurt her physically, Tae-shik would mock her every time she tried to stop him. He hated it when she was in 'his way' and accused her for not staying by his side.
But things changed. She didn't want to cry. She wanted to hold her ground.
She continued to fight him. "You never treated me the right way, Tae-shik. Not even once. So what if this was how you were raised? Do you think I'm the only one who had to adjust? No! You never made me happy, or smile, or understand me." Unlike Byung-gyu.
"Oh, so you're comparing me to your new boyfriend now?"
"At least he's better than you." Ju-hee gritted her teeth. She felt happiest whenever she was with Byung-gyu, whether they were acting as a couple or not, she was at ease around him. Regardless of what he said about himself, she saw him as an amazing person, who stayed true to his heart.
Tae-shik was about to rebuke when something slammed his wrist away from her arm. Ju-hee realized it was Byung-gyu, who had a tight grip on Tae-shik's wrist and used his other hand to grab a fistful of his hair. She heard a slight crack that made Tae-shik wince.
"You never leave her alone, do you?" Byung-gyu said to him. "Don't blame her if she no longer wants to be with you. Learn to comprehend when somebody said no. Ju-hee doesn't need a rat like you."
"So you can show yourself how righteous you can be?" Tae-shik grunted.
He grinned. "I bet you must be forgetting who I am in her life. I like Ju-hee, she's sweet and caring and genuine. Only mindless people can mistreat her, and frankly, you're one of them."
Tae-shik growled. "Let go of me already!"
"If you make a promise that you won't ever show up again." Byung-gyu tugged his hair lower to let Tae-shik yelp this time. He looked around and saw people briefly glancing at the commotion. "You know how dumb you look right now, right? Just say the magic word and I'll let you go."
Tae-shik gritted his teeth, yet winced again. "Okay, okay, fine! I promise! I'll never go near her again!"
"Good. But if I see you approaching her again, it's me you're gonna deal with, okay?" Byung-gyu still had a grin on his face. It was either he wasn't the type to be mad or that was just how he preferred to deal with people rather than beating them up in the middle of the street.
Tae-shik nodded rapidly.
Byung-gyu let him go and watched him sprint away. Meanwhile, Ju-hee glanced at her left arm where Tae-shik had his grip on her, she was only wearing a simple top, so the greyish mark was visible. It didn't hurt at all, but her friends might notice it and ask her.
"Are you hurt, Ju-hee?"
She looked up and met Byung-gyu's gentle gaze as he crouched in front of her. Ju-hee's lips curved into a smile and threw her arms around his shoulders. It caught him taken aback, but he gradually returned the hug, rubbing the back of her shoulder with his hand.
"I'm sorry for not coming here already," he murmured.
"It's okay. What matters is that you came." Ju-hee told him. "Byung-gyu. . . I don't know how much I can thank you for helping me ever since we've met."
He chuckled. "You helped me too, you know? It might not be obvious, but you get it."
"Uh, Byung-gyu? Remember our deal, right?"
"Yeah."
Ju-hee took a deep breath and pulled away from him. "I. . . I don't want to end it. And I don't want to pretend anymore either. Byung-gyu, I like—"
"I like you too."
"Oh, that's— wait, what?" Her jaw slackened.
Byung-gyu smiled broadly. "I like you too, Ju-hee."
"But how did you—"
"Know what you're about to say? Well, let's just say I trust my intuition." He said. "Actually, I was gonna ask you out for real, but then I saw a lunatic instead."
Ju-hee chuckled. "Well, are you still gonna ask me?"
"Will your answer be a yes?"
"Hmm. . . " She leaned forward and pecked his cheek. "How's that?"
Byung-gyu chuckled. "Sounds good enough."
He got up and offered his hand to her. Ju-hee took it and stood up from the chair, intertwining her fingers with his. Finally, she was at peace now. She wouldn't have to worry about someone following her everywhere she went. She could breathe freely now.
And for Byung-gyu, well, he finally got someone to be with.
"So, where do you wanna go for our real date?" Byung-gyu asked her some time after crossing the street.
Ju-hee hummed. "A meal will be nice. I'm quite hungry after dealing with Tae-shik for the last time."
"Hyung-nim! Isn't that Ju-hee?"
The couple halted on their tracks. Ju-hee turned around and saw Jin-ho, who was with Jin-woo and Hae-in. Her jaw dropped. What the—
"Oh, they must be on their date. Let's leave them alone." Hae-in looked at Jin-woo. "He's the one I saw Ju-hee with, Jin-woo. Aren't they adorable?"
It was Byung-gyu's turn to be surprised. "Wait. . . Jin-woo?"
"Min Byung-gyu?!" Jin-woo gaped.
"You two know each other?!" Ju-hee stared at the two of them in shock.
#i genuinely didn't know what i was doing 80% of the plot#but here we are!#solo leveling#min byung gyu#lee ju hee#minlee#sl fics by rei
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IN THE END I WAS SOO INVESTED AND FELT SO INTO THE PLOT I WAS JUST LIKE ✨️I need more✨️
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Sneaky Link Pt 2: Keizo Arashi x Fem!Reader
wc: 1k
tw: angst (sort-of)
Part 1
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When Keizo wakes up, he hears the front door shutting and the familiar noise of a car starting up. It put-put-putters out of the driveway, and then... nothing.
He knows he fucked up.
But when he emerges from the bedroom - his face drawn and full of remorse - he doesn't expect to see you sitting on the couch upright. You're deep in thought, but when Keizo catches your eye, he can see the thoughts being replaced with a hard, unforgiving look.
"I'm sorry," Keizo whispers, then he flinches. Don't say that. "Listen, about last night--"
"I don't want to talk about it right now." Your voice is deathly soft, almost like you've been waiting for him to emerge to say this very thing. "I'm going to go stay at my parent's house for a little while. To get my thoughts together."
Keizo's chest fills with a deep, searing ache, and as you get up from your perch, he reaches out to you. "Y/n, this was never supposed to come between us."
"But it has," you murmur, looking up at him as if he was preparing to kick you. "It has."
"The gym is nothing compared to you," Keizo blurts as you move around him. Fear grips his mind, and he follows you into the bedroom, trying his hardest to keep himself from holding you back and not letting you go. "You have to hear me out."
"You've been saying that for weeks!" Your shout doesn't surprise him, but your flushed face makes Keizo want to comfort you, somehow. You've never raised your voice at him like this. "And I..." Tears prick at your eyes, but all Keizo can do is stand there like an oaf. "I resent that so... much." You choke out "much" as if you'd been straining to say it, and Keizo clutches his chest instinctively.
He can't say anything, though. His mouth opens and closes over and over again as the reality hits him like a brick. "All I wanted to do was make things better for us." You look around the room, your hands spread.
"All you wanted to do-- Look around, Keizo. What's better about this?"
"The money--" You throw your hands in the air, exasperated.
"You know what? Have your money. Maybe it'll keep you warm at night." You grab a duffel bag - one that has the gym's logo on it - and when you spot the offending article, you toss it aside. "Can't fucking escape it." Keizo's mind is working at a mile a minute, but instead of saying the right thing, all he ever seems to say is the wrong thing.
You storm past him and yank your drawers open, clawing out t-shirts, socks, sweaters, and dumping them all in the bag haphazardly. Keizo finally comes up with something to say, and he stands flat-footed in the room, inhaling deeply before he utters,
"Y/n, I love you. I love this life we've built. I love everything about it. If you give me some time, I'll fix this."
"I've given you enough time," you toss over your shoulder, putting pants and underwear in the bag now. "You didn't listen to me."
You clench your jaw and continue to pack, trying and failing to close the bag's zipper. "So, you're going to throw away years' worth of work over this?"
The look you give him could wither a thousand men. Keizo steps back, touching the bed for some sense of strength as he tries to keep his voice low. "You're going to call it quits?" You're still silent, but Keizo knows he's poked the bear enough. He can see the rage building in your body, and for a moment, he dares you to take him head on. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, making everything in your body tense as if you're prepared to get into a fight.
But instead, you heft the bag over your shoulder and walk out of the room. "Y/n, you can't leave--"
"Watch me," you snarl, taking the keys from the tabletop. Keizo's body is rushing with adrenaline as he follows you to the backdoor.
"I'll listen to whatever you have to say, I promise! Just don't leave." You drop the bag to the floor and turn around, pointing your finger into his chest.
"You don't get to dictate what happens now, Keizo. They're called 'consequences' for a reason." Keizo's mind suddenly clicks.
"I hurt you." The admission makes you freeze. "I hurt you today. I hurt you yesterday. I've been hurting you for a while." You stand in front of him, finger still pressed to his chest. Your eyes are wide, though, and he knows you're listening. "And I keep hurting you." You drop your hand and cross your arms. Keizo nods at you, as if he finally understands why you're so mad.
"How can I heal the hurt?" Your mouth opens to take in air, and you swallow hard. "If I can't do it now and you need time to figure it out, I understand. I never meant to get so worked up. I'm just incredibly afraid of losing you." You, who is the best thing in his life; you, who he works so hard to provide for even though it means time away; you, the woman he loves.
Keizo exhales softly. "I'll wait here for your answer. Go to your parents' house and think it over, yeah? We'll work it out when you're ready."
"I need to calm down," you admit.
"Take all the time you need." You stoop down, your hand hovering over the handles of the bag.
"Can you help me put this in my car?" you wonder softly. "It's kind of heavy." Keizo does it without being asked twice, and places it in the passenger side. You stand in between the door and driver's seat, watching him as he shuts the passenger side door.
Keizo steps away from the car, intent on letting you drive off. You wave him over, though, and he obeys. "I'll call you tonight," you offer with a sad look in your eyes.
"I'm looking forward to it." You hug him briefly, then kiss him on the cheek. Keizo kisses you on the cheek as well, then lets you get into the car. He shuts the door for you, and watches you pull out of the garage.
A deep longing fills his chest as you drive off.
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Alan looked around at the dancing humans in different arrays colored dresses and suits. It was Eric’s idea to ‘crash a ball’ after another successful collection. Alan was never much of a social butterfly, so while his elder had went to get some brandy and wine, Alan stayed clustered to a corner and out of the sight of humans, as all exemplary Shinigami were meant to do. He began to get lost in his thoughts when he saw a large-yet familiar-gloved hand come into his field of vision.
The small Reaper followed the hand, up a well muscled black sleeved arm, honed to carry and fight with a scythe designed as a saw.. He continued up to the comfortable sight of a broad shoulder that had held Alan on it many times when the person attached to it would throw Alan over it. Then it was the shaggy, wild lion’s mane blonde hair.. had wouldn’t lie when he’d admit he thought of running his hands through it, His beloved mentor loved head scratches to help him sleep.. Alan looked to see a goofy, charming signature smirk and amusement dancing in green eyes as Eric noticed him giving the Scotsman a (very) slow once over.
“Car’ t’ danc’, Al?” Came the laughing but gentle tone as Eric kept his hand held out, his other hand nursing a crystal glass of whiskey, the finest and most expensive, no doubt. Alan’s cheeks heated to a cherry red color
“You know very well I don't dance, Eric..” He answered softly.
“Don’ ‘cause ya can’, ‘r won’?” He flashed a mischievous grin at his junior.
“I don’t,” Alan replied curtly, then softly added “And can’t..”
A softer expression crossed Eric’s face as he ‘tsk tsk’ed’ and took Alan’s hand, setting down his still untouched whiskey-some things were more important-and led Alan into the throng of dancers.
Too late to Argue or fight his ever enthusiastic and persistent mentor, Alan gave in and couldn’t help but smile shyly as Eric pulled him around so they were face to face. The elder’s hand found his waist and pulled him close, making the smaller male’s body feel warm.
“Eric… what are you doing?” :Alan asked, his voice was full of embarrassment, shrinking unconsciously closer to his stronger mentor to get away from the crowded dance floor.
“Te’chin’ ya t’ danc’, Al… no’s a gud a tim’ as any.. jus’ follow me n’ y’u’ll b’ fin’..” :When the music began again, Eric took a step, making Alan stumble with him. The scotsman chuckled softly. “Yur fin’, le’s try again..” Another step, and Alan followed more gracefully. Eric grinned, “Aye, ther’ ya ar’, lad… we’l make a natural of ya, yet.” He lead, and Alan dutifully followed, just as he always did. He couldn’t help but watch Eric through the dance, lost in his looks and the concentration on the elder reaper’s face. He looked handsome, just as he always did, but…now.. there was something Alan couldn’t quite put his finger on. Maybe it was the casual confidence Eric had rolling off of him, or the graceful steps he lead Alan in.. but.. it made Alan’s heart flutter in his chest..the whole world was gone around them, it was only the two of them in the entire ballroom.. it always had been just the two of them.
“Yur starin’ again, luv..” He heard Eric mumble softly. Alan gave a sharp shake of his head before he looked up to see that they had stopped dancing, and the floor was beginning to clear.
“O-oh… I apologize, I was far away..” Alan was quick to mumble apologies as he went to step back, but Eric’s hand didn’t move, keep Alan planted firmly in front of him, against him:
“I dunnae say ‘t’w’s a bad thin’…” They stayed staring at one another for a good while, another song and dance had whirled to life around them. But two dancers stayed locked in another dance, one they had been dancing for years.. Alan was the first to pull away again, letting out a soft laugh.
“We should go.. we don’t want overtime, do we?”
“Al..”
“I mean, I know how much you..”
“Al..”
“..hate the overtime-“
“-Alan!” Came Eric’s sharp cut off voice, it was louder than he had meant it, but Alan had stopped rambling. “I dunnae car’ about the bloody overtime’… i care’ ‘bout yu’u, Alan.. i always ‘ave.. we’ve been doin’ our own dance around each other fur quite som’ tim’…”
“Eric..”
“Hush ‘n listen t’ yur elders..” :Eric sighed and moved a strand of soft brown hair from Alan’s face, moving to cup his cheek: “i love ya, Al..m’ flow’r.. m’ light in m’ dark dark world’.'i've been a coward until now t’ tell ya.. but better late than ne’er, Aye..?”
A small smile crept over the junior’s face. His arms wrapping as best they could around Eric’s neck, he stood on his tip toes and kissed his best friend and mentor with every ounce of love he could muster..when Eric kissed him back, Alan smiled, what a perfect way to crash a ball.
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I'm gonna draw this when I don't have commissions 👁👁
I NEED SILLY GENTLEMEN, THANK YOU FOR THIS BOUNTIFUL HARVEST, PLS POST ON AO3 OP ILY AND I WILL DIE FOR U FR
#black butler#kuroshitsuji#the most beautiful death in the world#1000 souls and the fallen shinigami#alan humphries#eric slingby#READ IT#NOW#OR IM EATING YOUR DOG
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Stay, Just a Little Bit Longer
Fandom: Angel (Buffyverse)
Rating: T
Pairing: Spike & Darla
Word Count: 541
Warnings: some hurt/comfort, dialogue fic, distressed Spike
Summary: Now that Angelus has left them behind again, Spike is desperate to keep what's left of his family together, even if it's just for a little while.
A/N: written for lj comm nekid_spike for the Paired Up challenge with the Spike/Darla square.
Squares Filled: "Please don't leave me" ( @badthingshappenbingo ), "Find me a reason to stay" ( @anyfandomangstbingo ),
China, 1900
"You're leaving us, too, now, aren't you? Just like him!"
"Find me a reason to stay, Spike. You don't need me anymore. You've proven that well enough, defeated a Slayer all by yourself. You're a master vampire now, in your own right. You can take care of Dru perfectly well."
"What if I don't want to? Christ, woman, we've been a family for twenty years now! Twenty years, and you wanna just throw that all away? What, jus' 'cause Angelus couldn't be arsed to stick around? You'll get over it, you did the last time. So will Dru. But not if you leave us, too. She'll go totally 'round the bend. Please, don't leave me…don't leave us. I can protect you better than that bat-faced Sire o' yours -"
"Don't you dare speak of the Master like that, William! You don't know…what he's done for us, for me, after the shame Angelus almost brought upon us all."
"What shame?! Why do you still refuse to talk about what happened with him? Two years, it's been, since the first time he scarpered off on us, in Romania, and I still don't have a ruddy clue as to why! He was supposed to be my Sire, Dru's Sire, an' he just fobbed us off on you…an' now you're doin' the same bloody thing. I won't have it, Darla, not this time! I won't 'ave Dru go through that again; you remember what she was like."
"Spike, I can't."
"You can, and you bloody well will. She nearly died the last time he left us. Wailing and screaming about sparks an' all that soddin' rot all bloody hours of the day. Havin' to stop 'er from walkin' out into the sun twice a fucking week! I won't lose her, but I won't do it alone! I love her, more than anything, but I'll lose my bloody mind if I have to go through that alone. You will stay, Darla, you will not break this family apart more than it already is."
"I'm just so tired, William. Why didn't he love us enough to stay? Why didn't he love me enough?"
"Shh, hush, pet. Angelus loves you, I know he does. I've seen it, seen how he cared for you, even when you were gnawing at each other's throats. I don't know why he left, you won't tell me, an' I won't keep pressin', for now. But look, luv, look at me. If you leave us now, you'll never come back, I know it. 'M not stupid. I know that 'Gelus was the only reason you ever left the Master's side; weren't me an' Dru, that's for certain."
"Spike…"
"No, don't. I'm not mad over that. Just don't leave us. Not now, so soon after we've lost him again. She won't recover this time if you do. I know she won't. 'S bad enough she's lost the one thing I can't ever be for her, if she lost you, too...I'm not strong enough to save 'er from herself on my own. So please, if you ever cared for us, stay, just a little bit longer, at least until Dru can handle it."
"Alright, William. I'll stay, for now."
"Tha's all I'm askin', Darla."
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All Things Spike: @leatafanfiction @captain-peroxid3
Other: @countblucas (for the sparla)
#bad things happen bingo#anyfandomangstbingo#sparla#h/c#angst#fluff#a:ts fanfic#buffyverse fanfic#hbcib bingo
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Happy New Year's! What's your favorite episode of BB? Favorite character? Favorite dynamic?
Ahh hi ❤️! Happy new year to you too :D
Favorite episode
Hmm it's so hard trying to just pick one fav ep so maybe top 3 :D? (I'm just gonna apologize if this turns into the longest most annoying post ever)
• Runaway Club: i rewatched this one so so many times it's not funny. The flashback scene, that breakfast club opening parody, the belchers kiddos & cool kids group on their shenanigans, mr frond, mr branca, ms schnur. Just so good all around
• The oeder games: arguably one of bb strongest finales. So many fun characters, Mr Fischoeder being the absolute lovable awful human being, Bob's character shines so much in this (i wish he get to have more focus eps like he used to :/), the classic funny scene between tina, zeke & j-ju, "boy shields" (did i just hear that tiny begrudging "i love you" coming from pesto sr's mouth 👀). The ending is super lovely too
• Ex mach tina: such a good episode? This is one of the rare eps where we get to see more of Jimmy Jr's character outside of his roller coaster of relationship with Tina (affectionate) and it's glorious. His musoems? Fricking masterpieces. The whole ep is hilarious tbh (i mean come on, robot tina, banjo bob? also antibot zeke pffft). Lots of t/jj moments too (yesss), with how similar tina & j-ju kind of are (two walking teenage disasters amirite?) and even though a selfish side of j-ju was shown (a very likely angsty teenage boy's selfishness), i think in the end it's shown that no matter how awkward their relationship can get, they can always have that little underlying friendship to back them on. And the kiss is so cute!
Favourite character
I suppose y'all are pretty familiar with my obnoxious love and adoration for my boy jimmy jr at this point, pffft. He's such a fun and complex character and deserves much more appreciation and exploration than just being part of shipping debate. Sometimes he's angsty, other times he's happy and absolutely living his life. Sometimes he's a jerk, other times he's a sweetpea. Sometimes he's an idiot, other times he's still an idiot. There're these realistic ugly flaws mixed with unique comical traits that makes me super invested in him pffft.
ANYWAY aside from j-ju, i have soft spots for other funky burgers folks too. My fav belcher have gotta be louise. Look at that kiddo, chaotic child trying voo-doos, almost cutting her brother's ear and calling a biker gang to also almost cut a teenager's ear pffft. And yet she sleeps with plushies, cuddles puppies (soft spot for animals eh?) and is super protective when it comes to her family & friends. She has her vulnerabilities and emotional depths too, which balance out her more fierce and feral sides and make her such a fun unique character (now if only the writers can still maintain that perfect balance with less life lessons stuff in the recent seasons :/)
Favorite character dynamic
For the belchers imma go with Bob & Louise. These two has such a sweet relationship that i really love. That heartwarming hawk & chick scene and louise wanting to take over bob's restaurant (oh imagine the shenanigans that will occur that day) just make my heart melt :]
For the non-belcher one, well can you guess :D? Jimmy Jr & Zeke! They are the caricature of bromance, the ultimate friendship achievement! Zeke's so unconditionally supportive and protective of his best friend it's beautiful. Jimmy Jr, despite his occasional issues, also looks up to and appreciates Zeke just as much. I love that they don't shy away from physical affections or compliments towards each other too, so adorable
#i'm always eager to talk more about jimmy jr so y'all can send 100 asks about him and i'd answer it all pfft#god i love this show#thank you so much for the ask!#imma ask you back :D#bobs burgers#asks
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July 15th - I always wait way too far into the day and end up posting these at like 12 am. I'll try working on it for the next episode. I'm pretty excited to start the seconds season, It means we're getting closer to the release of season 3.
Previous -- next
Season 2 Episode 1: "New Year's Eve" thoughts under cut:
Okay, big recap
I love how Caswen has seen each other shirtless
Right, the Yac thing with Nini, why did she get into that?
Jenn asks Carlos if Gina and the dancers are good then she answers
Are you Kourtney, or are you going to put Nini first again?
Okay, I was watching Zombies 3 earlier today and all the group dances looks so weird there but here they look so natural. I guess t's because here they're filming a music video, not hunting aliens
Ahh, Portwell's first couple moment!
Gina's dance moment ♥️
"We'll never break apart"... sure
Is it Gina or Nini who says "I'm gonna make my mark" I've seen lyric websites say it's Nini but in the video it's pretty clearly Gina
I found it kinda weird how they had Ricky hold the camera at the end when Nini's still supposed to be the main character. I guess it foreshadows Nini not being the man character anymore
Why does Carlos never invite people to his house
Ricky being so happy about getting back with Nini. Perhaps to an unhealthy extent
Nini, Ricky is trying to have a healthy relationship wit good communications and you're just hiding huge secrets
Why is Kourtney always the first to know when someone's coming or leaving
Expand your friend circle Kourtney
The way Gina quiets herself after she gets excited, who hurt you
Also her hair <3
Ashina holding each other really close (I like to jus ignore that Ashlyn has a boyfriend)
So the fire thing being revealed just didn't have any effect on the story, cool
Mike is just trying his best
Someone give Ricky a hug
Nini, tell him that you're leaving, stop procrastinating, i'll just hurt him more
The way that Nini is constantly compared to Ricky's mom is kinda Freudian
Nini, you've gotta fucking tell him, it's only gonna get worse from here
"You're my home" go to therapy
"The Ricky and Nini of North High" Why does she project onto the students so much
I love how at this point the viewers are just used to the teacher hanging out with a student outside of school
Okay, Miss Jenn was the lead in every play? This creates so many questions about her character. The whole "Bet on the underdog" thing made me think that she ever get the lead. But she was he girl who was always the lead??
Also Lacrosse players. Eww
You're high school exes, why is she being so bitter. Of course he would dump her when they went to different universities
Does miss Jenn really not know about that award? They act like it's pretty common knowledge
The way Ricky thinks his relationship with Nini is reliant on the musical. Someone get this boy some therapy
"I need to count on myself instead" The importance of this line!
I love how intense he's being with the dance. He's really giving his all
"Don't whatever me loverboy"
The way the writers wanted tension for the kiss but they already had them kiss once so they just gave that bullshit excuse
Did they just decide in this episode that Big Red's parent's have a pizza place
Not the throb 😭
Then they also decided that Carlos is rich. I feel like they should get better at planning ahead of time
The look they give Carlos when he says the "confident enough to dress comfortably" line
Everyone already knows the musical Carlos
"I'm Mexican and gay. This is my inside voice"
Kourtney directly tells Seb what the game is and he still gets it wrong
I think this might be the last time the waterpolo guys are mentioned
"That's actually really sweet" then they go back to insulting each other. The sibling vibes
Carlos is trying so hard to keep the secret
Ricky is so fucking excited about the musical. Why do they get him happy just to give him that much higher to fall from
I love how the drama department revolves around whatever quarter-life crisis she's having that week
EJ being way too confident about going to duke
"I lost track of the air quotes"
Wait, Seb is most thankful of his cows and not Carlos. He chose his cows over his boyfriend
The awkward silence
Kourtney immediately knowing who it is
"I'm Ashlyn. I like to know what's happening in my life"
Noo, EJ accidently making Big Red insecure about the perfume and getting in the way of Redlyn
"You know facial blindness. I have that but with emotion. I mean, I also have facial blindness" Autistic mood
"It's probably nothing" Talk about it Ricky
Ashina Singing!!!!
That screaming scrunched up face Ricky does when he sings, why does he do that? Is that just a thing the actor does?
Portwell having a moment in the midnight countdown
Miss Jenn cutting her hair after running into her ex is a mood
An american classic that's set in France lol
"The most important award in theater" that she didn't know about this morning
Miss Jenn, tone down your projection
Why is everyone assuming Nini will get the lead, like wtf why is she such a main character
Again Nini why did you announce that as publicly as possible at the worst time as possible
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One sin gets all the attention on Sunday. Which is your favorite?
The Courtship of a Nurse Shark || Accepting
Raylan's question is both disconcerting as it is terrifying. One she isn't sure what to make of. If he is trying to tempt her into conversation because he is bored, or if he is looking for an angle he and Boyd can exploit. He might be making some kind of subtle threat though that didn't seem the sort of thing that she would ever suspect. He's been quick to position himself between her and his more volatile friend when the other becomes agitated.
She watches him run his fingers through his hair then scrub at his face. It occurs to her that he might simply be tired and talking helps keep him awake. Normally he entertains himself by reading though it's been long enough now that he might have finished his book. "Don' know if ya tryin' t' be some kine southern gentleman, or wha'evah, but you can say da word. 'Sex'. I'm a nurse an' a grown woman even if I don' look it."
She isn't mocking him, and her voice is soft, sounds like she's maybe just woken up. She's not quite teasing him either. The situation is ultimately untenable, and while she is trying to make herself more sympathetic, she has to be careful about it all.
"Well, 'least ya talkin' about lust. I t'ink everyone excited about dat one da most because it usually harmless. A bit of fun. If it's allowed t' go deeper, can turn it into some sort of physical connection, basis of a relationship wi' someone else. But don' worry, not gonna prey on ya in da middle of da night, an' I'm not tryin' f' flirt wi' ya."
She gathers the remains of their dinner, then rises slowly from her chair. He's taken pity on her and allows her to eat without her hands being bound and fashioned shackles out of the rope so that she can walk without being hobbled. She disposes of their paper plates, plastic forks, and napkins in the trash. Instead of returning to the table, she perches herself on the bed, modestly crossing her legs at the ankle and she raises her hand to the back of her neck, cupping her palm there. She gives it a few massaging squeezes both to ease the tension there and between in her shoulders. It gives her a moment to gather her thoughts.
"I'm sure ya had ya share of same ole story. Poor lil rich girl, handed every kine on a plate an' still not happy about it. I don' blame ya, really. If I were anyone else, I'd be right dere wi' ya, bitter, angry, rollin' my eyes. Don' know I'd go t'rough wi' kidnappin' but.." She spreads her hands in place of words. She's sure he gets her point. "Sure you can guess by da lack of da Admiral's participation in dis situation dat I'm no more important to him dan you are."
Carefully she swings herself up fully on the bed, folds one arm under the pillow, then the other across her eyes.
"But he did love my braddah. He could nevah do wrong, at leas' if it wasn't for him tryin' t' stand up f' me. Only den would he lift his han' an' Andy fought back. But what was sick? For a long time I jus' wanted him to love me same way. An' he might have, before my maddah left him. Instead, da mos' he could be boddah wi' was settin' out my future. Wha' schools I would go to...instead of one of da private Kamehameha schools meant for Kanaka children, or even hapa ones like me... he sent me to same-same Catholic school as Andy. He was furious when I chose Columbia raddah dan Harvard. It was his choice dat I be a neurosurgeon in his footstep, but I t'ink he would have been satisfied if I'd been a cardiothoracic surgeon. I was in m' firs' year of residency when a chance conversation wi' my mentor led me to wonder wha' I wanted. What would make me happy. An' dat's how I end up a nurse practitioner.
"I've watch oddah people alla time findin' deir match. Pairin' off an' get married an' have children. I...had work. I got a cat."
She doesn't bother to tell him all the ways she is broken; bodily with Turner Syndrome, mentally with a bipolar diagnosis, and for all her desire to have the kind of romance she's read about, the inability to find anything other than deep friendships."So, to answer ya question, if I'd say I have one favourite, or if I wanna pick one out for myself? It is envy. Always watchin' an' wantin' an' nevah quite...touchin'. So mebbe, mebbe all dis for da best, wi' you an' Boyd."
She lifts her arm just enough to expose one eye and turns her head to glance at him. “Lemme guess... your’s would be...Wrat’? If we are usin’ da older ones, from original writin’ at da time, I’d almost be willin’ t’ bed it’s sorrow.”
#Mahalo!K<333#Family Tradition|Raylan Givens#In a Field of Stone|Raylan and Beth#Cowboys and Angels|Outlaw Justified AU#Deep Dark Hills|Kentucky
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