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onlyjaeyun · 9 months

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𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐗: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧

࿏ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐒𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

࿏ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐀𝐔 (𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫), 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐬/𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬!𝐀𝐔, 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞!𝐀𝐔; 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, (𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞) 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

࿏ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐.𝟗𝐤

࿏ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫...

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"Hey, Seungie."

Your boyfriend's best friend shoots you one of his infamous smiles as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and gives you a quick hug and wordlessly follows you into the living room afterwards. His gaze shifts to your boyfriend the second he comes to stand behind the couch, worry grazing his features as he watches the way his dearest friend is so spaced out, he hasn't even noticed the new presence in the room.

Heeseung doesn't say anything, just calmly watches Jaeyun and you can tell from the way the older one starts scratching the back of his neck that the young parent's behavior is getting to him.

Jake has been awfully quiet ever since he woke up at around five AM this morning, way too exhausted both physically and mentally to say more than necessary as his body and mind try to unite and keep him as sane as possible with everything that's about to happen tonight.

You have absolutely no idea what's going on in his head, his expression is monotonous, his body language absolutely quiet. You're aware just how big this reunion is to your boyfriend, yet you can't help but worry about the effects of it on him in every way possible. To Seyun this is just another set of older brothers entering his life, whereas Jaeyun's life is about to change even if it doesn't seem like it.

He hasn't talked to his brother in almost half a decade, hasn't heard his voice and seen his face in just as long. You remember the way he told you how he had almost forgotten what Chan looks like until he showed you a family picture.

You want to hold him in your arms and protect him from all these worries and doubts rushing through his mind, despire doing just that the past two days already. Your usually so bubbly and smiley puppy like boyfriend turning into this silent man isn't something you're used to, neither is his best friend of almost twenty years.

Heeseung lets out a loud sigh and averts his gaze to meet your eyes, worry and anxiety written all over his handsome features as he thanks you for taking his jaket before he finally makes his way to join Jake on the couch.

"Hey there", he says and places his hand on his best friend's cheek with a big smile, easily hiding every other emotion to make sure the one in front of him doesn't notice.

"Hyung? When did you get here?" Hearing Jaeyun's voice after almost two hours of absolute silence sends a jolt of warmth through your chest and you sigh softly before you walk towards Seyun's room to check on the youngest brother.

Heeseung sits down in front of his best friend and tries his bery best to remain as calm as possible. He's already so close to freaking out, he can't even imagine what his brother for lofe has been going through and yet each time he tries to put himself into the young parent's position, his heart aches.

"Just a minute ago", he replies calmly, "how are you feeling?"

Jaeyun gulps harshly.

"I have absolutely no fucking idea", he mumbles and rubs the sides of his nose nervously, a habit which tells his best friend a lot more than one might expect.

"It's going to be okay, Yun", Seung's voice is calm and he hates how he struggles to find the right words.

"I know, I know." Is the only thing Jake replies with, before he throws his head back to hide the thick veil of tears blurrinh his vision from the older guy in front of him.

"Fuck", he hisses and lets out a soft sob, slmething he's been holding in all morning, "I feel like throwing up. I'm not sure I can do this, Hyung."

Jake's honest confession makes Seung gulp harshly, leaving him even more speechless than he had already been the second he walked through the door.

"You can do this, Jaeyun, we're here to be by your side and everything's going to go well."

Jake can't help but sigh and just let the tears run freely, too exhausted to hold them back any longer and as his best friend wraps his arms around him does the silent cries turn into heavy sobs.

Seung lifts his head with glossy eyes when he feels your gaze on him and just gives you a reassuring nod.

You hear Yunie's little giggles from down the hall, the youngest brother absolutely unaware of what's been going on and you find yourself being grateful for exactly that, considering how much it's already broken the older one.

The following twenty minutes are mostly filled with silence, Jaeyun taking the remaining time to take a hot shower in hopes of calming himself down, only to break down right before he's about to step out. He wants to be excited and thrilled about seeing his oldest brother again, but all these worries and doubts have been ruining him for the past few days. His mind has made it it's goal to put every worst case scenario imaginable into his brain and for the first time in years the young parent just doesn't know what to do with himself.

Every time he takes a deep breath, he tries to think of your as well as Seung's reassuring words, Chan's words of affirmation and enthusiasm, but still falls back into those dark thoughts right after. And after carrying this heavy weight on his chest for so long, he simply can't wait for this to be over so he can finally breathe again.

"Baby?"

The sound of your soft voice through the door finally pulls him back into reality and with a deep sigh, Jaeyun stares at himself in the mirror, his eyes roaming over the dark ink on his collarbone, the few molds on his chest and the little birthmark right underneath his belly button before he finally gets himself to shift his attention to his face, only to end up hating what he sees. He doesn't pay much attention to his red, puffy eyes and dark circles underneath them, just reaches for the handle and flings the door open.

His heart instantly calms down response to the sight of you, his hand subconsciously reaching for yours before he pulls you into his arms and buries his face in your neck with a soft sigh.

"They're here, my love", you whisper calmly, your heart slamming against your rib cage in an almost brutal manner as you caress his naked back and place a soft kiss on his temple.

"Hey, look at me, please." Your request is still just as soft as your voice, yet firm and demanding, leaving the young parent absolutely no choice but to oblige.

His usually so gentle eyes meet you with exhaustion and tiredness dripping drom the dark brown, but considering the limited time you have, you decide to push the worry all the way back into your head and take his pretty face into your hands and give him a sweet, yet passionate kiss.

"You've got this", you whisper and wipe away a single tear which has managed to make its way out of the thick veil in his eyes, "and we've got you. Let's do this, yeah?"

Jake doesn't even get the chance to respond with a wordless nod, when the sudden sound of his oldest brother's voice echoes through the apartment.

You quickly reach for one of his shirts and pull it over his head, giving him one last kiss before you take his hand into yours and finally make your way to the living room together.

Jake doesn't say anything. He barely reacts to the sight of his oldest brother kneeling down to be on eye level with their youngest physically. It's a sight so unfamiliar, he is at an absolute loss for words.

You both come to stand in the doorway of the living room, just watching the whole scene unfold with big – and in Jaeyun's case – teary eyes.

For a short moment, nobody notices your presence, which gives the young parent the chance to properly observe the reunion of his two brothers and actually process it.

And despite a few thousand thoughts crossing his mind just a few seconds ago, Jaeyun realises they've all vanished and there's nothing but calmness and absolute silence.

You two aren't in either of their eyesight, which makes the moment perfect and the second your gaze shifts from the brothers to your boyfriend, you feel your heart breaking into thousands of pieces.

Jaeyun attentively watches the way Chan offers his hand to the little guy, introducing himself and chuckling at the way his brother seems a lot more interested in his body art than his greeting.

The oldest brother lifts his head to look at his own and Jaeyun's best friend, only then revealing his tear stained cheek to your attentive eyes and before neither one of you gets the chance to actually react to it, a deep, familiar voice echoes through the space of your boyfriend's living room.

"Jaeyun", Felix says with a big, genuine smile plastered on his handsome face, his eyes roaming the younger man's figure attentively.

And for a very short moment, Jake notices the way Chan literally stops in his tracks at the call of his younger brother's name, as if he wasn't expecting to hear it from his best friend.

A beat of painful silence follows the notice of your presence and all you can do is meet Seung's teary gaze, his bottom lip quivering as he tries his best to stay strong in a moment so special and vulnerable to his best friend.

Chan doesn't move for another thirty seconds, which certainly feel like hours to the young parent, yet mothibg could have prepared Jaeyun for the feeling of absolute relief filling his aching chest as soon as their oldest turns around to face him.

You attentively watch your boyfriend's reaction, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you watch both men just staring at each other in utter shock.

"Hey, big guy", Chan suddenly says, his voice raspy and hoarse, cheeks flushed and stained from the tears, eyes reddened and his hands nervously fidgeting with the hem of his pullover as he lifts his tattoo clad hand to greet his brother.

Jaeyun can't help but let his gaze drop down to it, his eyes nervously roaming the dark ink covering his brother's pale skin and as soon as he spots his father's wedding ring adorning his finger, he lets ojt a soft sob and finally throws his arms around his older brother's shoulders.

Chan doesn't hesitate to return the tight hug, laughing and sobbing as they embrace each other after living in pain for so long.

Nobody says anything because absolutely nothing has to be said. Even Seyun just sits and attentively watches his older brothers make up for all the time they've lost, something he doesn't realise, yet seems intrigued by. Felix and Heeseung keep wiping away their tears as they take in a sight they've both been praying for in secret, knowing how much either one of the brothers has been suffering these past few years.

Jaeyun keeps pulling away with his big puppy eyes widened in absolute happiness and enthusiasm, his hands grabbing his oldesg brother's face to make sure he's there and he's real; his brain needing the skinship and eye contact to be sure that this is actually happening.

You don't know how much time passes until Chan finally decides to pull away upon Seyun calling our for him, eager to show his new Hyung all of his cool toys and the cake he's made all by himself (with your help of course.)

Chan pulls you into a tight hug as well, whispers a few words of gratitude and appreciation into your ear before he finally shifts his attention back to his youngest brother.

Dinner goes by quickly as Heeseung and Felix take over the conversations, knowing this is still quite difficult for the brothers to process and cope with, so they make sure to keep the atmosphere light and happy.

Every now and then you catch Chan staring at Jake whenever he's taking care of Seyun, listening in on their little conversations and wiping away his tears as he notices just how close they. You can only imagine how much he's been dreaming of this particular moment, how this was what made him keep going and stay away from any trouble in hopes of getting a chance to redeem himself. Neither one of the older brothers talks much, both of them simply soaking in these precious moments before it's time for their youngest to go to sleep.

"He's very well mannered", Chan says calmly once Jaeyun joins the four of you in the living room again, after spending about fifteen minutes going through Seyun's night time routine.

"He is", Heeseung quickly jumps in as soon as he notices Jake's hesitance, whereas you stand up with a gentle smile and guide your boyfriend to sit on your spot on the couch to make sure he gets to face his older brother.

"You raised him well, Jae", Chan continues and takes a sip from his coffee, his eyes firmly set on the young parent in front of him, "I'm really proud of you."

And maybe it's the way he said it or the fact Jaeyun's been craving to hear these particular words from his oldest brother in so long, but as soon as his brain processes the sweet praise, he can't help but break down.

A loud sob erupts from his throat yet again and you feel a jolt of pain shoot through your body right into your chest, making you approach your boyfriend with worried eyes only for his brother to get up and pull him into another tight hug.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm here now and I promise I'm not going to go anywhere anytime soon, yeah?" Chan whispers, yet his voice is loud enough for you all to hear and with a soft smile of relief on your face, you sit down next to Heeseung and just enjoy the way you can actually feel the burden on Jake's shoulders slowly fading away.

"I'm sorry, H-Hyung", Jaeyun suddenly mumbles and throws his head back, his fingers still remaining around his brother's wrist as he tries to calm himself down, "I'm sorry for being so awful to you. For treating you the way I did, for being so stubborn."

Chan gulps harshly and shoots both you and Seung a worried look, his eyes glistening with tears before he inhales deeply.

"Don't you dare", he gently scolds his younger brother and takes his face into his big hands to meet his gaze again, "everything you've done and said was justified. I'm so proud of you for being so strong and trying your very best at any time. This wasn't easy at all, probably the most difficult thing you've ever had to do and it's not over yet, Jaeyun. But I'm here now and that's why we're going to leave the past where it belongs."

This time both brothers burst into tears, Jaeyun burying his face in Chan's chest as he finally lets go of all these worries and doubts which have been keeping him up at night for the past few weeks, probably even years. Despite having a support system as good as the one he has, he secretly longed for the approval of his oldest brother, his bestest of friends, his role model, the one he's always looked up to.

And to finally hear everything he's been dreaming of for so long, Jake physically can't stop himself from finally letting it all out.

The following three hours are filled with just as many tears, laughter and painful, happy and sad memories from the boys' life in Australia, a lot of catching up and sharing of excitement and emotions just the way you all needed to.

By the time Jake pulls you closer to his chest, you can feel the way he seems happier, calmer and a lot less stressed than just twelve hours ago and for the first time in weeks, you know he's going to sleep through the night without any struggles.

You can tell he's still buzzing with adrenaline and euphoria despite the fact his brother has left about two hours ago, but you don't even think about interfering, just enjoying the way he's absentmindedly drawing circles into your back, pushing you deeper into the sweet haze of your much needed sleep.

And when Jake suddenly presses hsi lips against your forehead, obviously convinced you've already fallen intoa deeper sleep than you are, he lets out a sweet sigh and tightens his arms around your body.

"I love you, so fucking much", he suddenly whispers, your sleepy brain barely making out his words, whereas your heart skips a whole beat just to hammer against your rib cage even harder right afterwards, "thank you for everything, my only love."

(A/N: I'm definitely not the happiest with this BUT i had to push past this bc I felt a writer's block coming up so this helped a lot. I still hope you guys enjoyed it and thank you so much for all the love and support. Feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated. 🥺🧸🎀)

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biribaa · 1 year

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I'm sorry for inflicting this thought upon you, but a darling proposing to Olivia/o7

OH MY GOD

You introduced the machine sitting next to you on the couch to a mini box that fit in the palm of your hand.

"Ahm? What is it now, huh?" O7 smiled, preparing for whatever surprise her human partner is presenting.

She leaned to get a better look at the box.

"Hmm... Looks like a watch case to me. Where did you get this?" And then she looked at your face

What O7 didn't expect in this situation was your expression, you looked serious, a little too focused on the situation. And when she went to look at the box, you already had it open, and inside, rested a ring.

"Oh! A ring, how cute, darling. Thank you–"

"O7, it is not any ring"

It was those five words that made O7 freeze for three seconds.

"...What?" The robot stared at you, with shock shown on her screen, but not despair.

You let out a sigh "Look, O7... Just like you told me that you need me, I need you too, you are almost everything to me. I've never found anyone as unique and special as you, so since no one has asked you this, allow me to be the first. Do you want to marry me?"

O7 looked at you, and then at the ring, and then at you again, her thoughts already turning into a rain of negativity.

"But– But Y/N! I–" She lay back on the back of the counch, her main arms lightly gripping each other. "It would be much better if you asked me this before all this! That way there will be ceremony, and even if we somehow manage to make one I bet they all can ruin it! Mainly Tester and Antony. I–I just..." O7 was silent for a few seconds, refusing to look at you with her saddened face "I want the best for you..."

You heart softened at the words O7. You gave her a gentle, reassuring smile and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, calm down. I bet if you tortured them all at the same time you can hold a ceremony with me, right?"

"...Yeah" O7 slightly calmed down.

"And after all, you deserve it O7, I know very well that you deserve it" And then, your hand that was on her shoulder was positioned in the center of her chest.

You smiled more when you saw O7's face show green lines in her cheeks, symbolizing her cheeks blushing. O7 looked at you for a brief second, and looked away out of sheer embarrassment, making a crooked smile.

"Hehehe, yeah yeah" O7 grabbed your wrist and removed your palm from her chest

"...So it's a yes, right?"

"Well, let's see if that ring fits my finger"

You smiled, your cheeks heating up slightly. You took the ring out of the box, and held up your palm, on which O7 almost immediately placed her left cold metal hand. You put the box in a free place on the sofa, and with so much delicacy, you, oh so gently, placed the ring on her ring finger.

Your stomach filled with flowers as you saw the scene in front of you, and without being able to hold back anymore, you patted O7's hand warmly.

O7 placed her hand in front of her, admiring the highlighted ring.

"Sweet... It fits me"

O7 opened a delicate and warm smile, unable to take her eyes off the ring

"...I never thought anyone would ask me to marry you, y'know" She placed both her hands on her lap, slightly squeezing the own hand "I mean, maybe X would try, but still..."

You laid your palm over O7's hand.

"We deserve each other, O7"

A brief silence appeared between the two of you.

"I love you, Y/N"

You smiled, having your face flushed, deciding to shyly approach O7. O7 noticed your action, and placed her hands on your waist, accepting your embrace.

"I love you too, O7"

O7's screen and his face met, resulting in a sweet, gentle kiss.

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I lofed this, i even drawed the scene where u put ur hand on O7's chest

Maybe i will write a Olivia vers of this later

#x reader #reader insert #robot x reader #oc x reader #robot oc #robot oc x reader #canon x reader #x reader oneshot #oneshot #x reader fluff

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captain-amadeus · 8 months

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Gaston X Vanessa edits are so Eustis and Ivy core I'm sane

You thought this was going to be a simple shitpost?? I don't think so imagines episode where Eustis and Ivy are taken back to their wedding day but Eus is in denial signing like, "I'm sure this is just another one of those spells of Greylock's and we aren't reliving our wedding day that would be awful" but they are; still cue Eus not giving two fucks

Facial expression saying he will kill Greylock if they are actually reliving that day he swears to god

Eventually, he snaps out of it because everything that's happening is on par with what happened on that day and they get mad at each others because everything is going to go to shit. Not exactly sure what happened (I'm writing this on the top of my head and I can't take it seriously with the images) but Ivy is going to be so fucking done if Eus whips out the same shit he did during the ceremony

Eus is like, ok, he's not going to repeat the same thing that happened he promises that he will not do the thing again (btw they are forced to relive this day against their will. The same thing is going to happen, but Eus will try to defy fate. At its core, this whole ordeal is a bitter reminder of who their marriage would turn into.) (Also that expression 😠)

Oh my god, wedding photo (the same shit happens again nothing changes Eus gets mad (and for a reason but it's a bit overboard of him. Good thing no one saw him when he was ⚔️ cept for his wifeyyyyy) Ivy goes through the same experience of watching her husband slllllaayyyyyyyyy, ugh how did they stay married after this? Oh yeah they might've just let this go at first because it was a situation where there was actual danger. You can even think of this outside of a wedding day context am just going with that because wedding clothes but also having this happen on their special day and have it change their entire view on each other, hiding it from everyone what one of them did or didn't do just sounds so 💥💥💥) (and the fact her reaction doesn't change because it's as horrible as ever)

I lofe these edits so much I can't stop laughing at some of them if they weren't there I would be throwing stuff around my room about this idea bdgggrrr

Ok that's it that's all

#shoutouts to these edits my inspo fr /hj #captain txt #capthinking #shitpost #not my images #god.

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sizzlingpatrolfox · 1 year

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My read on jikookers is that deep down, most don’t actually BELIEVE that jikook are a couple. Like if really solid proof came out tomorrow to the contrary, they would eventually accept it.

Taek00kers on the other hand- many seem to have rooted their entire identities in taek00k being a couple. They fully believe it. And they will never not believe it- even after Tae marries Jennie and has his 5 kids or whatever lmao. It probably helps their mass delusion that there are so many of them. It validates them. While there don’t seem to be many jikookers

My read on most jikookers, which I've said before, is that they're stupid and lately, they've also become hypocrites. And they just don't have the brains or self awareness to realize what they have turned into and what it looks like from the outside. Not all of them, of course, I wanna make it clear since some get upset about generalizations 😅

(But beware because there are lots of generalizations ahead).

Jikookers do believe they're together. They've even become as biased and intolerant as taekookers, they've created their own echo chambers where they all repeat the same thing over and over like robots. They're not even getting the most basic clues, and a lot of things that have happened since 2020, but especially since the break started, has literally gone against everything they fight for.

"Taekook are awkward, they don't hang out, they aren't friends, Taehyung forces fanservice on Jungkook". Taekook proving them wrong literally every week lmao.

Just two days ago or something jikookers were actually UPSET about that namkookmin compilation and armys saying that Jungkook was jealous of Namjoon. They were crying because people were hyping up namkook.

Jungkook literally the next day on his live: I don't know what my life would be without Namjoon. Love of my lofe. I would die for him.

Taekookers have become so strong and are so set in their delusions precisely because they don't accept different opinions; they've never stopped to think twice about all the things that don't make sense, and now jikookers have become exactly the same!!! Because blocking and deleting replies definitely shows how sure and convinced you are of the ship, right. They're not yet on the same level of schizophrenia as tkers but I give it 6 months until they get there. It will only get worse. Everything that doesn't really make sense, they've been ignoring or re-writing it so it would mean whatever they want it to mean. They're even doing that now with the things JK said on his live.

So, following the logic I've been seeing be predominant after the live, I guess it’s green light for taekookers to still believe that the V is for Taehyung, even if JK said otherwise? Since it’s apparently okay for everyone to just take whatever meaning makes them feel better, and not JK’s actual words. They're all acting exactly like taekookers. I really wish from now on I will not see complaining about taekookers “twisting” stuff because jikookers are doing the exact same thing. Especially a certain blogger, I've seen her so many times going off about taekookers but now she's doing the same thing. Like, they allegedly all think that taekookers are crazy, but they're using the homophobia/closet "theories" and "analysis" that taekookers use just to validate jikook. And that's where hypocrisy comes up.

THEEE amount of times I've seen this very woman say that his tattoos are only for him to explain and when he actually explains them, she's writing essays about how they don't mean what he said they mean??? Have they all lost their minds?

What happened to watching original content? What happened to listening to what the members say?

I don't usually pull the homophobia card but let me just go ahead and be real and say that if someone really believes JK and Jimin are together, but JK denies it (directly or indirectly), then it's a matter of HUMANITY and also respect for gay people to simply accept what he just said. If I'm closeted and I tell you I'm straight but you still go around saying "no, she's actually gay you guys she just can't come out" then it's downright disgusting. At least keep it to your private conversations, because seeing everyone mass agreeing to stuff like that just feels wrong. Maybe "mass" is an exaggeration, because 100 - 200 people are virtually nothing, but you get what I mean. And again with the hypocrisy, because they're constantly talking about boundaries and treating the guys as real people and not trying to dictate their lives and whatnot, but there they go. Speaking over them because JK something they didn't like.

I talk a lot about stuff that maybe for a lot of people crosses multiple boundaries, but I'm not a hypocrite. It's not like I talk and simultaneously tell people that they can't do the same.

Not to even mention that Jungkook wasn't actually forced to even talk about his tattoos at all. It's been 4 years since he got them done, there were plenty of chances for him to talk about them. Or he could've just talked about the ARMY one, since it was for the fans. What was the word? Oh right.. choices.

What happened to watching original content? What happened to listening to what the members say?

To follow your Jennie example, I've seen jikookers when JK had his dating scandal, and I really believe that if he (or Jimin) were to be involved with a woman the way taennie are, jikookers will ignore it anyways. They won't believe it either until they get the glorified confirmation from the company or jikook themselves. So, personally I don't really see any difference in that department either.

The only thing right now (and always) that diferentiates jikookers from taekookers, for me, is that jikookers at large are nicer people. They're not the devil incarnate (not a compliment, for any taekooker reading this, being an awful person is just pathetic) the way taekookers are, but when it comes to sticking to the facts and being objective about each ship, they're both acting exactly the same nowadays, with the only exception that this time taekookers at least have real interactions to hype.

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WTWT: The Sequel | Part 4/5 [Reggie Peters]

pairing: reggie peters x fem!reader

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warnings: angst, swearing

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If Rose thought he was stupid then, he wondered how she would have thought of him now. Incredibly sleep deprived, clothes wrinkled, and a bouquet of flowers he most definitely sat on at one point in his hand. But none of that mattered now. He was finally here in Canada to see you, his most chaotic plan yet.

Penticton was not like Los Angeles in the slightest. Reggie felt as though he was out of place. This city was calm and small, in contrast to his loud and unpredictable life. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to make the adjustment if he had to move here, but he knew he’d do anything for you.

With a shaky hand, Reggie knocked on the door. The door slowly opened to reveal an older couple, one that Reggie barely recognized. Reggie was about to apologize and leave until the woman spoke up.

“Aren’t you that horse boy?” the woman asked, narrowing her eyes. “The one that (N/N) was friends with, right? From Idaho?”

Reggie’s cheeks were flushed red. “Um, Wyoming, ma’am,” he corrected politely.

The woman seemed impressed. “Manners and flowers,” she mused. “Turns out they did teach you a thing or two on that ranch of yours. Come in, I made scones.” Without letting Reggie speak, she took the flowers and shoved them into her husband’s hands. “Earl, put that in water, the poor flowers look parched.”

“Um ma’am I’m not too sure this is a good-,”

“Nonsense, you must have come all the way from California,” she waved him off, “We need to get you fed and rested up don’t we?”

Her husband nodded while finding a vase to put the flowers in. “Best take a seat, son,” he whispered. “Tamara gets a little pushy, so there’s no point in fighting her.”

Sighing, Reggie took a seat on the couch as Earl walked off to the closet.

“I’ll be right back honey,” Tamara insisted, just have to go grab something from the kitchen.

Reggie nodded and sat quietly, waiting for her to return, and when she did she was accompanied by a large plate of what Reggie had assumed to be scones. You were obsessed with them, the cafe you worked at had even started selling them at your request.

“You must be hungry from that flight, right?” she asked, removing her oven mitts. “Have some of these, they’re (N/N)’s favorite, can’t get enough of them.” Without asking for permission, she took a scone and --for lack of better word-- shoved it into Reggie’s mouth. “Taste good, honey?”

They were delicious. Only issue was that they were fresh from the oven.

“T-they’re h-ho-” Reggie tried to tell the woman.

Only Tamara didn’t listen. Instead, she took another scone, prepared to feed Reggie once again. “You’re like a stick, honey,” she scolded with a shake of her head. “I told Eloise about those weird fads in California. Stubborn girl doesn’t want to listen.” Reggie nodded, finally swallowing the scone. Not the smartest choice. “Oh, you’re finished? Have another.”

“No thank-” Reggie was cut off by the pastry filling his mouth.

Tamara tutted, seemingly not noticing the boy’s discomfort. “You know, I remember you from when you were little,” she continued to talk. “Very skinny. But short. You grew quite a bit from last time we visited, right, Earl?”

Earl came back, flowers now in a purple vase. He nodded wordlessly before turning to look at Reggie, his cheeks red and puffed out. Earl’s face showed no surprise. That was his wife, after all.

“Oh, Earl, not that vase,” Tamara sighed, giving Reggie a sneak attack by feeding him another scone. The poor boy let out a muffled groan, but didn’t say anything else. “Get the white one, it matches the flowers’ colors much better.”

“Yes dear,” Earl said, going back to the closet in the back of the house. Reggie slouched back on the couch, hopeless and in desperate need for some water. He came to Canada for you, not to be subjected to some sick twisted grandmotherly world war two-esque torture.

Tamara looked down at Reggie. “You must really like these scones, dear,” she said, visibly impressed. “Have another, there’s plenty to go around. Now I see why (N/N) likes you. You two must really love my cooking, hm? Remind me to give you the recipe for when you go back home. That is, if you want to go home.”

Earl mouthed an apology as he came back with the new vase and Reggie just looked at the old man and questioned whether this was going to be him in fifty years.

Reggie tried to say something but only crumbs flew out of his mouth, stuffed like a chipmunk.

“Hey Nana is someone out here I thought I-Flicka?!”

Reggie turned over to you, eyes wide, face full with scones and he gave you a pained smile.

“Hi Foofie,” he attempted to say with his mouth full.

Tamara pinched the bridge of her nose. “Well, looks aren’t everything,” she sighed. “Come on, boy, swallow before you speak. This is your future bride for crying out loud.”

“Nana,” you whined before rushing over to Reggie, taking a cloth napkin and wiping his face. “You look absolutely ridiculous, Flicka.”

“You lofe me,” he shot back, mouth still filled with scones.

You hummed in response. “Sometimes,” you teased. Tears began to well in your eyes. “I can’t believe you flew all the way here, and suffered Nana’s scone feeding for me.”

Eloise and Mateo walked into the room next looking at the sight before them with great confusion.

“Mom not again!” Eloise complained while her husband just let out a small chuckle, remembering the similar way he was greeted when he was getting to know Eloise. “I’m so sorry Reggie honey, but it’s really great to see you,” the middle aged woman smiled and leaned down, giving Reggie a big hug. “It’s been a while.”

“It has,” Reggie said, finally able to answer properly.

Mateo was next, helping Reggie out of his seat and welcoming him with the same kindness.

“Good to see you son,”

“You too, sir,” he nodded.

Mateo ruffled the boy’s hair before Reggie was pulled in some other direction and out the door of the house.

You sat Reggie down on the porch swing overlooking the rest of the city from where the house stood on the mountain. He could see how the mountains dipped into a valley, surrounded by bushes and trees that faded in the distance, pooling into the crystal blue lake, of which he could see more than one.

His driver had told him the large one was the Okanagan lake, and it spanned multiple cities, the middle point being the city he flew into, Kelowna, the other smaller lake that was more popular with locals was called Skaha.

“You know,” you hummed as you leaned your head on his shoulder. “This is by far the stupidest plan you’ve ever come up with.” Reggie snorted, shaking his head silently. “But I’m glad you went through with it.”

“Me too, I was going to leave a few days after you left, but Rose made me pick up some shifts at her parents store so I could pay for the ticket,”

You laughed softly, taking his hand and weaving it together. “Seems like Rose,” you mused. “How are all of them? I miss them a lot, you know.”

“Yeah, we all know,” Reggie nodded. “Can I just say your grandma is a lot more intense than when we were younger. I legitimately thought she was trying to suffocate me with food,”

“Yeah, Nana does that with all the boyfriends, dad got the same treatment back in the 70s,”

“I hope I passed her test, then,” Reggie chuckled.

“You definitely did, she shoved like five scones in your mouth, I think that’s a record,”

“Pays to have the stomach of a cow,”

“Cows have six stomachs Flicka,”

“Exactly,” he grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “And look at this, no universe, just me in charge, huh?”

“Or, is that what the universe wants you to think?”

“You know I thought you believed in God,” he fired back and you laughed.

“Same idea Flicka, just deal with it, higher power’s got your back,”

Just when Reggie opened his mouth, the door creaked open, revealing Eloise’s head poking out. “As sweet as this little reunion is,” she began sympathetically. “I think you two should get inside, now. You know, the mosquitoes are the one thing that don’t follow the ‘nice Canadian’ stereotype.”

You sighed, nodding. “Come on, Flicka. Sunburns are one thing but I’m not going to help you if you get a mosquito bite.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice, mosquitoes suck,” he said grabbing your arm and pulling you up and into the house.

As soon as you entered the room, Tamara smiled, exiting the kitchen. “There you two are,” she said. “Would you like another sco-”

“No!” both you and Reggie exclaimed in unison.

Reggie’s face turned red. “I uh mean, no ma’am,” he corrected sheepishly. “I’m full, but thank you. They’re really good, though.” Tamara, seemingly pleased with his response, nodded.

“Don’t forget, separate rooms you two,” Eloise warned.

Tamara looked at her daughter with a frown, “You act like you did sneak Mateo in here when you were teenagers. Plus he likes my scones! He’s family!”

“Yeah mom, listen to Nana I’m 22, you can relax,” you sighed.

“I promise no shenanigans,” Reggie added, “Swear it on Tamara’s scones,”

Tamara walked over to her daughter, patting her back. “Let the kids let loose,” she told her. “They’ll be fine together.”

You grinned, kissing your grandmother’s cheek gratefully. “Thank you, Nana.”

“Don’t thank me just yet, honey,” she stopped you. “I still want you to keep your door open. I approve of him, but I’m not ready to be a great grandmother just yet.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not ready to be a dad yet either,” Reggie chuckled. “One step at a time right?”

“We’ll see about that,” you chuckled mischievously earning you a scold from your father.

“Don’t tease the poor boy you’re just like your mother,”

Your mother rolled her eyes, elbowing him not so subtly. “Well, get to bed, the two of you,” she told you both. “I’m sure you have a bunch of things to show him tomorrow, so best get to bed now so you can have an early start,”

“Of course mom, love you guys,” you said, waving to your family and giving your grandfather who had been silent a kiss on the cheek.

Reggie was taken into Mateo's arms for a hug which he received warmly, your parents were like his second parents, they helped raise him, so it was only fair he looked at them that way.

Eloise was next, but along with a hug she whispered in his ear,

“I swear to sweet baby Jesus, Reginald, no funny business,”

“You have my word mama,” he chuckled and pressed a kiss to her cheek before following you out of the living room and up the small set of stairs that brought you to the rooms.

Your bedroom was small, and resembled that of a child’s. It was a bright pink with stars adorning the walls. Your twin sized bed was in the middle, pressed to the back of the wall. Reggie assumed that not much had changed in your room since you hadn’t been here for years.

“Nice room, Cookie,” he complimented as he set his bag down. “Very um, Disney princess chic.”

You shot him a look before throwing a pink throw pillow in his direction. “Shut up,” you shot back. “My grandparents haven’t really changed up the place. Hell, they still think I’m their baby granddaughter that wears princess dresses all the time.”

Reggie approached you, placing his hands on your waist. “Well, I wouldn’t mind seeing you in a pink princess dress,” he teased. “You’d look adorable.”

“As long as you wear the animal sidekick suit. You’d look adorable,” you mocked.

“Okay, I don’t mean to be a downer, but I’m exhausted, somehow my flight had a connection in Colorado then Alberta, so I’ve been awake for hours,”

“The washroom is through that door, you can get changed and then come and rest on the Aurora bedspread,”

“Looking forward to it Cookie,”

As instructed, Reggie made his way to the washroom and got ready while you did the same in your room, turning off the lights and leaving the door open. When you climbed into the bed, Reggie had just opened the door to the washroom, he was wearing flannel pants and a very large Sunset Curve shirt.

“Did they run out of your size, Flicka?” you teased, in your pajamas, a pair of old shorts and Alex’s sweatshirt you had stolen prior. Not that Alex ever noticed you took it, though. The drummer had a lifetime supply.

Reggie scoffed playfully. “I’ll have you know, this is just my size,” he told you. “Size beautiful, duh.”

You held your arms out to him in a welcoming hold and he didn’t hesitate to fall into them, resting his head against your chest while you pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Hey, how is everyone?” you asked with a quiet yawn.

“Well, that’s the million dollar question isn’t it,” he laughed. “Bobby drank Rose and Ray’s place dry when you left, Luke didn’t eat anything but Twinkies for three days and wouldn’t leave your old apartment, Alex stayed with him but he was just as bad and Rose and Ray just took time off from everything to take care of everyone.”

“Wow,” you breathed.

“But,” Reggie continued. “They’re better now, they convinced me to come back up here. I think they want to come and visit at some point,”

“I’d like that a lot,” you smiled softly. “To see them all again. Maybe I’ll come back down for the wedding.”

Reggie chuckled, his fingers running through your hair. “There’s no “maybe,” Cookie. You’re going to be there, even if Rose has to drag you while in a white dress and veil. You’re her maid of honour.”

“About that,” you said, squinting your eyes. “Do you think they’re actually getting married? Like Rose didn’t say she told her parents or anything it was all very weird.”

“Oh, no, they’re definitely lying,” Reggie laughed. “But it’s fun to play along, see how long it takes for them to break or you know, break us.”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Those two are crazy,” she sighed. “Definitely Rose’s idea, though.”

Reggie nodded, his eyelids slowly closing. “Yeah,” he hummed. “I always thought we’d be the first ones to get married in the group, anyway.”

You chuckled lightly and nodded, “With our track record? Really Flicka? I was expecting at least one of us to get married and divorced first, probably me to be perfectly honest and you would have gone on some self actualization trip to Borneo and then we would have found each other again and gotten married,”

“Borneo does sound nice,” he mused and laughed. “We were never one for a normal relationship.”

You agreed. “Normal’s too boring,” you said. “Where’s the drama in a normal relationship?”

“When you put it that way it makes it seem unhealthy,” Reggie poked you and you squirmed under his touch.

“It’s not unhealthy it’s just… just… spicy! That’s it, our relationship is spicy,”

“So were those dances Mrs. Leona taught us,”

“Oh Tamika! She’s such a sweetheart, I went through part of my practicum with her,”

“You’re on a first name basis with her?” Reggie asked, surprised.

“Well, I am almost a teacher now so yeah,” you nodded. “Still wouldn’t let go the whole deal with us having unparalleled chemistry,”

“Why am I not surprised,” Reggie yawned loudly.

You tilted your head upwards to see Reggie, barely staying awake. “Okay, we definitely should go to bed now,” you told him. “You look beyond exhausted.”

“I feel beyond exhausted.”

Laughing softly, you snuggled yourself closer into Reggie’s chest, his arms finding their place around your waist. “Goodnight, Flicka,” you whispered. “I’m glad the universe brought us back together.”

Reggie hummed in response. “I’m glad, too. I love you, Cookie.”

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You woke up the next morning to the loud sound of banging. Sitting up abruptly, you turned to see the other side of your bed empty. You frowned to yourself. Were you just dreaming? Did Reggie not actually come to Canada?

“YOU HORSE BOY, I TOLD YOU TO ADD SUGAR! WHAT IN YOUR RIGHT MIND MADE YOU THINK ADDING SALT TO PANCAKES WAS A SMART DECISION?” you heard your grandmother yell.

You let out a sigh of relief. Reggie was here.

“I’m sorry!” you heard him yelp. “They look similar, so I-”

“Oh, these Brandanowitz women, worst taste in men, I tell you,” she grumbled loudly. “None of them can choose a man who knows how to cook!”

Rushing down the stairs, you poked your head around the corner to see your grandmother, father, and Reggie trying to cook. Your father seemed to have taken a major offense to your nana’s comment.

“Tamara, I’ve gotten much better, plus I did teach you how to make arepas,”

Your grandmother narrowed her eyes. “Don’t get smart with me, boy,” she snapped, snatching the pan from your father’s hands. “I still remember the cake incident back in ‘84.” Your father blushed sheepishly before stepping back to let Nana take the lead in cooking.

“Mom before you start attacking my husband you do know that dad can’t cook right? I’d say that proves you have equally bad taste in men,” your mother countered.

“Mhmm,” Earl nodded, not looking up from his newspaper and sipping his coffee. “Very bad taste ‘Mara,”

Tamara shook her head, swatting Reggie’s hand as he tried to taste the batter. “Oh, I know,” she said back. “I just hoped that after five generations of our family choosing terrible cooks, we’d get some change.”

“Reggie’s got some other talents,” Mateo came to the boy’s defence. “An amazing musician, Eloise and I went to a few of his band’s concerts,”

Tamara gave the boy a dead state. “Fiddling with banjos and drums won’t feed you, unless you plan on eating strings,” she deadpanned.

“Actually ma’am my band and I just landed a huge gig at one of the most popular theaters in LA. Our tickets sold out,”

“Are the drumsticks made of bread?” she asked.

Reggie furrowed his eyebrows. “No?”

“Are the bass strings made of spinach?”

“No, ma’am.”

Tamara made a sour face, taking the batter from the table. “Then not my problem,” she said before continuing to make the pancakes.

“Mom,” Eloise groaned, smacking her forehead. “Reggie honey just ignore her, she’s too old fashioned for her own good. We,” she said motioning to herself and Mateo. “Love you and that’s all that matters,”

“I don’t think he’s that bad either,” Earl mused from the table.

“Oh sure,” Tamara murmured to herself. “I’m too old fashioned until you come running back to me for my scones recipe.” She looked up from her bowl of pancake mix to glare at her husband. “Earl, next time you ask for coffee, you’re getting dirt and worms, you hear me?”

The older man only smiled at his wife. “Yes, dear.”

“Good morning,” you said, finally coming into the kitchen.

You went around, giving the routine kisses, saving Reggie for last and pressing a quick peck to his lips.

“Sleep well Flicka?”

“Like a log,” he nodded. “I-I was trying to help your grandma make breakfast but she seems to think I’m a bad cook,”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” you grinned. “She labels to the sugar salt and the salt sugar just to get people, you’re a fine cook Flicka,”

“Tamara!” Mateo explained, completely betrayed and flabbergasted.

The woman shrugged her shoulders, flipping a pancake on the stove. “Serves you right for thinking I’m old fashioned. I can have fun, too.”

“I-” Mateo stammered before looking at his wife in disbelief. “Eloise!”

Eloise smirked as she approached you with a cup of coffee. “You’ll need it if you’re going to tour around town today,” she told you.

“I’m gonna need it if dad is gonna try and find a way to prove he's a good cook, I can see the gears turning,”

“You know I can cook (N/N)! I always made dinner at home,” he insisted. “Now what do you like more, my empanadas or tira de asado?”

“Ohh the tira,” you and Reggie both nodded, having tasted the delicious steak already.

Tamara turned around with a plate of pancakes, setting it on the table. “But is his cooking better than mine?” she asked, giving you a serious look.

“Well that depends,” you said, you were always honest with your grandmother, no matter what other people had said, “See Papa can beat you without a doubt on the South American dishes, but when it comes to North American comfort foods you’re the queen,”

“At least you raised her right,” Tamara grinned, pinching her granddaughter’s cheek.

The rest of breakfast went by smoothly, with Tamara only threatening to make Mateo sleep on the roof once, a new record. Regardless of the constant threats Mateo loved his mother in-law, that was a fact.

You ran back up to your bedroom to get dressed for the day, while Reggie was held back by your dad, more likely than not to help clean up the mess that they made in the kitchen with Tamara.

But downstairs, Reggie was sat down by Mateo and Earl, serious expressions on their face. Eloise and Tamara were nowhere to be found, but Reggie wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.

“What’s up?” Reggie asked to break the silence, despite the erratic beating of his heart. “I’m not in trouble, am I?”

“No, son,” Earl reassured him, sitting down across from him. Mateo sat beside him, patting Reggie’s hand reassuringly.

“We just wanted to have a chat,” Mateo said and Reggie raised his brows, looking over at the two men.

“Am I right to think this has something to do with (N/N)?” Reggie asked and the men nodded.

“You’d be right, sonny,” Earl smiled. “I don’t think we’ve ever asked you how your flight was?”

Reggie shrugged his shoulders. “It wasn’t horrible,” he answered. “But honestly, all that really mattered was that I’d find my way back to Cookie.”

Mateo couldn’t help, but smile, reminiscing the days when he was falling in love with his now wife. “Cookie,” he repeated. “You and (N/N) have the silliest names for each other. I don’t remember why you call each other that.”

“It’s a long story,” Reggie laughed. “I’m pretty sure Flicka’s a horse from Wyoming and well she always did like cookies didn’t she,”

The men laughed and agreed with him. “That girl eats far too many desserts for her own good,” Earl shook his head. “You better keep your pastry stock full at all times once you’re married to her, you hear me? She’s just like Tamara, can never get enough of sweets.”

Instantly, the edges of Reggie’s lips turned up into a smile. “I guess I’ll be needing that scone recipe too,” he joked lightly.

Suddenly, the room went silent. Reggie stared down at the bracelets on his wrists, playing with the loose strings. You had made them for him when you were kids, and he swore to never take them off. And there he was, seventeen years later, upholding that promise.

“Um, sirs,” he began, immediately cringing at the titles. “I-I… you know how much I love your daughter and granddaughter,”

“More than you love Tamara’s scones?” Earl cut in with a teasing wink.

“Oh yes, much more,” Reggie laughed nervously. “More than anything in my life, to be honest. And actually,” he reached into his pocket, pulling out a velvet box and showing Mateo and Earl. “I-I really want to ask her to be my wife. I just thought maybe I could ask for your blessings first.”

Earl and Mateo fell silent once more, making Reggie stammer sheepishly. “I promise you, I’ll keep my pastry stock filled and everything,” he rushed. “I’ll buy the entire company of cookies if it meant she’d be happy. Hell I’m prepared to move here, I’d do anything for her,”

Reggie pulled out the ring from the box, fiddling with it anxiously. “I’m ready to even give up music, if I have to. Because she’s worth everything to me. I’ll take up a job here, a-and I’ll learn how to cook, too. Cookies, scones, tira de asado, whatever she wants to make her happy. I know I don’t have much, e-even my family is falling apart, but I promise I’ll make her my first and only priority, sir and...sir.”

Earl glanced over at Mateo. “If you don’t approve of this young man, I’ll marry him myself,” he said with a grin.

“Reggie, Eloise and I always had a hunch that you’d be the one for (N/N),” Mateo explained. “You’ve been like a son to us and we watched you grow up into such a fine young man, I don’t think there’s anyone more perfect to be my daughter’s partner for the rest of her life,”

Reggie nearly dropped his ring. “Wait, really?” he stumbled over his words. “Like...you’re allowing me to propose? Like marry her and-and everything?”

Mateo nodded. “So long as she says yes,” he told him.

“Which she will,” Earl chuckled. “Welcome to the family son,”

Without thinking, Reggie stood up and leaned over and wrapped his arms tightly around them. “T-thank you, sirs!”

Mateo and Earl laughed heartily. “I think Dad and Grandpa will do,” Mateo insisted, patting Reggie’s back. “Now, I think you have a girl to propose to, right?”

As if on cue, you made it to the bottom of the stairs, ready to go. “Ready, Flicka?” you beamed.

Reggie quickly tucked the ring box back into his pocket. “Always, Cookie,” he responded.

Tamara entered the dining room, wearing a large floppy hat and sunglasses. “Yes, we are,” she announced. “Where to?”

Your cheeks were flushed red. “Oh, Nana, we were-”

“I’ve got the keys,” Eloise grinned. “We can drive to Kelowna for the day!”

“I can drive,” Mateo nodded, taking the keys from his wife and sending a wink to Reggie.

A good ten minutes later the whole household was packed into a car, heading out of the small town for the hour drive up to Kelowna, the largest town along the Okanagan lake.

“Oh mom can we go to Moo Lix? I love their ice cream,” you asked your mother, leaning up from the back seat.

“I’m sure we can stop there,” Eloise nodded. “We can walk through the city park and grab something to eat by the beach,”

The drive wasn’t too long, only around an hour and when they crossed the bridge to enter the city Reggie could sense your excitement, finally being able to show you around some of the places you grew up in.

“Excited, Cookie?” he asked with a teasing grin on his face.

You turned your head from the window, beaming at Reggie. “Beyond excited,” you replied, taking his hand in yours and squeezing it tightly. “Maybe later on, you can show me around Wyoming?”

Reggie threw his head back in laughter. “I’d love to show you the ranch,” he told you.

“Good cause I’m not entirely convinced it exists,”

“Oh not with this again,” Reggie groaned and banged his head on the seats in front of you.

Mateo finally parked the car along the front of the large city park, spanning the length of the beach and lake. You were ready to drag Reggie out of the car and try to take him to some of the places you wanted him to see, but you were interrupted by your grandmother insisting you all went in the opposite direction.

“Reggie, I have to show you Ogopogo,” you told Reggie, pulling on his arm. “I need to tell you the story about it, it’s awesome! It’s this monster that’s said to inhabit the lake, you’d love it!”

Reggie chuckled as he tried to catch up with you, running down the sidewalk. “I guess there’s another monster I need to befriend in the lake,” he joked, remembering the lake back in California.

Tamara shook her head at the two, readjusting her straw hat. “Oh, no one wants to see that pile of rubble,” she told you both. “Come on, there are far better things to see.”

“But Nana,” you whined. “I wanna show him-,”

“Come on dear,” she interrupted you and you sighed.

“We’ll come another time Flicka,” you said, wrapping your arm around his and intertwining your fingers together.

“Of course Cookie, I’m yours, for whatever or whenever,”

Your grandma dragged the group of you through the park, explaining the history of certain statues and whatnots. You were paying attention, but Reggie’s focus was on you the entire time, his hand nervously fiddling with the ring in his pocket, waiting for the right time, any time to pull it out. But every time he tried to take a moment to be alone with you, either Tamara would pull you two to another site or Reggie would get too nervous.

Finally, when Reggie got a moment alone with you, it was absolutely perfect. The sun was nearly setting, and your parents had managed to drag your grandparents to the bench to rest for a moment, but Lord knows Tamara can’t sit still for long.

“This place is beautiful, isn’t it, Flicka?” you asked, looking out in the distance. You turned to face Reggie, a mischievous grin on your face. “Maybe if you go for a quick swim, you’ll see Ogopogo.”

Reggie chuckled. “Maybe.”

The two of you turned back to the scenery, taking in the small moment of silence you were finally given.

Do it. Get on one knee and do it.

“Cookie?” Reggie spoke up. You hummed in response, not tearing your eyes away from the sunset. “You talked about the universe bringing us together, no matter how many times we’ve been pulled apart.”

You laughed softly. “Higher powers always have your back, Flicka,” you said, recalling what you told him last night.

Reggie placed his hand in his pocket, about to pull out his ring and propose to you. “Well, I-”

“(N/N)! Horse Boy!”

Reggie sighed, slouching slightly. Dropping the ring box back into his pocket, he turned around to see Tamara marching over to them. Earl was close behind, mouthing an apology.

“It’s getting late,” she frowned. “We have to get going now if you want to get scones for dessert.”

You smiled giddily, kissing Reggie’s cheek before following your grandmother.

The ride on the way back was spent the majority of the time in silence, just resting. You laid your head on Reggie’s shoulder as he stared out the window, frustrated with himself for not proposing today. There were countless amounts of times where he could have asked you, but there was always something holding him back.

Once you got back to the house, you dragged yourself up the porch steps saying you were gonna go take a power nap before dinner and dessert were ready. Reggie couldn’t help, but look fondly at you while you walked up the stairs, yawning loudly. Even when you were tired you were perfect to him.

Reggie couldn’t stop replaying the day in his head. All the missed moments were taunting him. He needed help, but from who? Suddenly, it was as though something clicked in his head.

Reggie entered the home, finding your mother in the dining room with her father. “Hey, um Eloise is there a phone I could use? I’ll pay for the long distance charges,”

“Yeah of course, there's one in the studio room downstairs,”

“Thanks,” Reggie smiled and jogged down to the phone. After taking it in his hands he took a deep breath. This had to be it, what was holding him back.

Dialling the number and hitting call there was no turning back.

The phone rang for a few moment and just as he thought no one was going to pick up the phone line clicked and there was a quiet,

“Hello?” on the other end.

“Hey dad,” Reggie said quietly chewing on his lip. “C-Can you get mom I want to talk to you both about something,”

A long pause followed. “Um, sure,” he responded. “Is everything alright, Reggie?”

“Yeah,” Reggied sighed. He pulled the ring box out of his pocket. Flipping open the top, he stared down at the small jewel resting on top of the ring. “Everything’s fine.”

There was a quite shuffle on the other line along with some hushed chatter before the phone clicked again,

“Okay Reg, you’re on speaker,” he heard his father’s voice once more.

It had been almost three months since he had last seen or spoken to either of his parents aside from getting the confirmation that they were going through with the divorce.

“Um… well,” Reggie didn’t really know where to start, so that’s what he said. “Everything’s a little all over the place I’m not really sure where to start,”

“Take your time sweetheart,” Diana’s soft voice came through. “Your dad and I have time,”

Reggie took another deep breath, “A-A little while back (Y/N)’s parents… they-they lost the house,” Reggie started to explain. “The job market just wasn’t working for them in LA so they needed to move back to Canada. They’re staying with Eloise’s parents for now until they can find work and get settled.”

“Oh wow,” Darcy whispered on the other end, “W-We didn’t know. I’m sorry to hear that,”

“Yeah me too,” Reggie nodded. “A-Anyways, (Y/N) had to come up with them. To stay and I… I just-I couldn’t lose her again so...”

“Reggie,” Diana spoke up. “Are you in Canada right now?”

“Yes?” he answered, more so like a question.

Murmuring followed from Diana and Darcy’s end. “Okay, we’re not mad you went to another country without telling us,” Darcy began. “But a heads up would have been nice.”

“I-I got a job and everything to pay for the ticket. I’m not in debt or anything,” he assured. “But yeah, I guess maybe I should have said something, but you can understand why I was hesitant to call,”

“Sweetheart,” Diana said. “We’re happy you went to follow the girl you loved. So long as you’re safe.”

“We’re sorry for not being the best parents to you,” Darcy added. “But we want to be here for you now. Is there anything we can do to help you with whatever’s troubling you?”

Reggie remained silent, fiddling with the phone wire. “Dad, how did you know you were ready to propose to Mom?” he asked in a quiet voice.

“I-I’m sorry?” Darcy said back. “Son, you’re going to have to speak up, I didn’t catch that.”

Reggie took yet another deep breath. “How did you know you were ready to propose? Like...what feeling did you get? Because I know deep down I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with (Y/N), but something’s stopping me and I don’t know what.”

There was silence on the other line and Reggie cursed in his head, this wasn’t a good idea he shouldn’t have-

“I-um… I don’t really know how to describe it…” Darcy started softly. “It was almost like… like pain, in my heart. When I wasn’t with her I-I just couldn’t function. Your mom she was… she was my everything.”

Reggie could hear his dad faltering on his words, but before he could get any further he could hear his mother’s soft voice reassuring him,

“It’s okay… we just… we weren’t cut out to be married. I-... Reggie I hope you know your father and I still love each other very much. It’s just sometimes life throws you one too many curveballs. D-Do you think you would be able to get past that with (Y/N) if it were to come to it?”

“I would do anything for her,” he whispered.

“Then I think you got your answer, Reg,” Darcy told him, no doubt smiling. “Reggie, I know we haven’t said it much, but I just want you to know that we are so proud of you for growing up to be such a brilliant young man, despite all the things life has thrown at you, what we have done to you.”

Reggie sniffled, wiping away a stray tear. “You haven’t done anything, Dad,” he said, voice cracking slightly. “Life got in the way, you know? I can’t blame you two for that.”

Eloise poked her head around the corner. “Reggie, dear,” she called out. “Dinner’s ready. Do you want me to save a plate for you if you’re still on that call?”

Reggie shook his head. “No, erm I’m okay, Eloise,” he reassured her. “I’ll be up in a minute.” Eloise smiled before going back upstairs.

Turning back to the phone, Reggie sighed. “I should probably go now,” he told his parents. “But thank you for the advice. It um, means a lot.”

“Of course, Reggie,” Diana said into the phone. “We’ll always be here for you.”

Reggie nodded, gripping the phone tight. “I...I love you,” he whispered, trying to fight back the tears from falling down his face. For once things felt normal. They felt like a family.

“We love you, too, Reggie,” Darcy told him. “Remember to tell us everything, okay? How it goes, if the wedding will be in Canada…”

Reggie laughed. “I will, Dad.”

“A-And, I know you probably have a ring already,” his mother started. “But the one your father gave me is passed down in the family. I-If you want I think we’d like to give it to you.”

“I-I’d love that,” he nodded, “We can save it for the big day… if there is one,”

“I have a strong feeling there will be,” Darcy said, a smile in his voice. “Trust me on that,”

“Well, we don’t want to keep you from dinner, sweetie,” Diana told him. “Tell (Y/N) we said hi, okay?”

After saying their goodbyes, Reggie set the phone down and smiled to himself. For once in his life, everything felt right.

Reggie, not wanting to make them wait any longer, stood up from his seat to join your family for dinner. There, Earl was pouring lemonade in each glass while Eloise set up the table.

Tamara was the next to enter the kitchen with a tray of roast chicken. “There you are,” she spoke up, looking directly at Reggie. “We were wondering where you were. Afraid you’d run off and make friends with the mosquitoes.”

“Tamara’s warming up to you a little more,” Mateo teased. “She’s worries for you. That didn’t happen for me until after (Y/N) was born.”

Tamara rolled her eyes, pointing a carving knife at him. “I’ll have you know,” she began with a pointed look. “I like this boy a whole lot more than I did when I first met you. This one finishes my scones and calls me “ma’am.” You should take some notes.”

Reggie laughed, taking a seat beside you. “Well, ma’am,” he smiled. “I hope you’ll get to see me more often.”

Eloise and Mateo grinned, a knowing twinkle in their eyes as Reggie spoke. You glanced over at Reggie, quite confused. “What?” you asked.

The bassist only shook his head. “Nothing,” he told you softly. Still exhausted from the day, you simply nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes.

“I’m tired,” you whined in a hushed voice for only Reggie to hear.

Reggie tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. “Eat quickly, then you can head to bed, okay, Cookie?” You groaned, but listened to him.

“Wow, Reggie,” Eloise mused, impressed. “She actually listens to you when she’s tired. (N/N) never does that.”

Reggie shrugged his shoulders. “It’s a gift,” he joked.

With a mouth full of chicken and rice, you agreed. “He’s the special one,” you teased.

Reggie grinned, subconsciously patting the ring box in his pocket.

Yeah, he sure hoped he was.

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bronwiebear-brad · 3 years

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Giiiiirl! Listen this I know u only write about Bradleyboy but I see that u fancy the holland boys and haz 😏😏 (who doesn't right?) so pleaseeeee write something with them, pleaaaaaaaaase 🥺love you writing so much it would mean the world for me 💛

A/N: You all know that I cannot resist my sweet anon’s requests, so consider this an early christmas gift. Lmao. I hope your staying healthy. Btw I’ve choosen the most soft boy ever aka Harry Holland because that boy is lovely af - also this is my first time writing about the boys so pls be gentle 💛

Warnings: nothing much just a few curse words.

Spending quarentine and 24/7 trapped inside a house with the most loud, messy, cheeky boys ever wasn’t actually in your dream plans. Everyone got a part of their day busy, either was college, work, cooking, drinking, boys silly videogames challenges, boardgames and a lot of pranks. But apart from all that quarentine was making you guys build strong bonds.

You all tried to be active, productive and keep the days busy. But let me tell you this: that boys were always up to no good.

You were siting in the living room with your laptop in the coffee table and paying extreme attention to your zoom class. Harrison was in his, writing a few emails and you both were enjoying the quietness of the room while your teacher rambled about something important.

You totally missed Harry cheekily giggling and running into the living room, disappearing right after into the backyard. But little boy Tom definitely not gone unnoticed when he came shouting and shirtless, trying to catch his brother, making a quick appearence into your lecture since you had your camera and mic on the moment he passed behind you.

“HARRY! YOU’RE GONNA GET IT, YOU DICKHEAD!” Tom disapeared into the backyard door and Harrison looked at you trying his best not to laugh. You were looking at your classmates, with your face pale and widen eyes as you were noticing some of them laughing, freaking out and most importantly, your teacher had this serious unread expression on his face.

“That's it, I'm completely done”. You thought to yourself while smiling awkardly to the camera and thinking about million ways to murder Thomas freaking Holland.

"Wait, wasn't that dude, Spiderman?" Your teacher asked making Harrison and the rest of the class brust in laughter, meanwhile you grew red.

Apart from ruining zoom lectures, spending quality time with your bestfriends was the best thing. But most important, spending quality time with your very special friend Harry. Of course he didn’t knew he had a special place in you heart - and you meant to keep that way - but you two were very close and as the days went by it was more dificult to pretend that he didn’t make your stomach funny every morning when he came down and kissed your cheek, smelling heavenly with his sleepy eyes and messy curls.

Harrison was the mainly reason you've met Harry and the rest of the boys. It was during a summer break where you joined an workshop to learn more about the process of making movies and writing scripts. You didn't want to persue that professionally, but you needed exciting things to do on your summer break from high school so why not join a class to discuss movies?

You two got along right away after the teacher set you together to recreate a new ending for Titanic. You both did a comic approach, making everyone in the group laugh and even the teacher said that you were really a good duo. You had the writing skills and he had the acting. You were pretty unaware of Harrison’s truly intentions tho. But the minute he noticed your general interests about certain genres and cinema in general, the way you discuss the photography, scripts and plots even tho you didn’t understand very well about it and just by the way you stood in the theaters reading all the credits after a movie just ended. All of that simple things, reminded him of something. Or to be more precised, someone. That someone was nothing less than Harry Holland.

So he knew that he had to settle up you two, that you two would get along very well but Harrison wasn't going to force it, it had to happen naturally. That's why you started to hang out more with him. Going out to lunch or drink coffee, study sessions in the library, parties or movie sessions in his house and that eventually, gave you Tom.

Tom usually came with Harrison to the study sessions, studying his scrips and even joined the workshop at one point. Sadly he got off when he started working on the first big challenge in his career and all the Spiderman thing.

You three grew together and everyone started to getting in the right way of their lifes. Of course Tom knew his best friend's intentions from the start and decided to join the team of cupids.

It was needed one night at the pub, where you three were drinking and having a good time, to steping the plan to a whole another level.

"Guys, I'm going to quit the workshop." You said camly making Tom frown and Harrison almost spit his drink.

No no no, his plan didn't even started yet!! He thought.

"What? Why?!" Tom whined. After he had to quit it because his filming career, he was truly excited about his two best friends doing something similar to his job. He like the heated arguments and opinions about the films on movie nights, like you all had some sorta of film club.

"Did you got a boyfriend, is that it?" Harrison talked curious. "He doesn't let you hang with us?" He leaned on the tabled talking low as if he was saying a secret password.

"No Harrison, I'm still single. What the hell?" You chuckled and rolled your eyes.

This man and his obsession with my lofe life. You thought.

“I'm starting college and thats a big deal. I'm not going to have time to commit there, I only joined it as a hobby and it's been two years, guys." You smiled at them noticing their attention on you. "Also, I'm searching for a flat here, downtown before it all starts and I'm not finding anything." You simple explain frowning and taking a long sip on your drink and Tom's eyes lit up. He was proud of his flash thinking. Even if sometimes he wished he could just shut up and don’t say stupid things as his brothers would say to him.

"Move in with us, there's enough room there!" He let out excited. His eyes moved to Harrison and the blonde boy raised an eyebrow thinking further and understanding his best friend cheeky expression.

"Yeah, you could join us, darling. Real estate is a mess these days" Harrison smiled widely and your jaw dropped.

Are they serious right now?

"As if you knew about real estate." Tom rolled his eyes and Harrison playfully smacked his head.

"Uh-I-I don't know... You don't live there alone, what about the other guys? I don’t want to change the frat crazy house of yours.." You weren't sure if it was a good idea to move to a house without asking the other people who lived there.

"Oh you mean my brother Harry?" You nod after whatching Tom carefully. "He is super excited to met you, we’ve talk a lot about you". He simply let out making Harrison widen his blue eyes.Tom and his big mouth.

"Wait what?!" You asked being caught in surprise.

Three years later and there you were, standing in the kitchen, after Tom cooked dinner - by cooking you mean ordering - since it was your and Harry's turn to wash the dishes. As you washed the plates, he dried them with a white towel and was humming a song that was playing from his playlist. - swear that boy had a playlist for everything.

"Did you and Tom got your script thing sorted out yet?" You asked while passing a plate under the water. He stopped singing and listened to you carefully.

"Yeah, we are pretty far ahead. Moving to find a good plot. It's pretty hard" He answer grabbing the plate from your hands and noticing your eyes on his face, blushing slightly. "Don't tell Tom but I can give you the abstracts if you want to have a read? I know how much you love to read." He smiled and looked at your face properly. You were smiling widely and his heart softened finding your dimple extremely cute.

"Really?!" You sound so excited that he chuckled nodding.

"Of course. You're running out of books to read, I was planing on giving you one for Christmas but-" he continued driyng the plates but got caught in surprised when you kissed his cheek and said thanks. Seconds later he was right back in the kitchen after a short trip to the moon. "How's the online classes going?" He smiled, still blushing from your previous interaction, and looked at your face.

"It's going good." You stopped for a few seconds just admiring his face and the way his curls fell into his face lazily. He looked extremely cute in that green sweater. "I think my teacher fancies me more now. After the litle acident and knowing I share roof with spiderman, the dude." You said with a funny expression and you both laughed.

"Glad I could contribute on such achievements, miss." He bumped his shoulder into yours playfully. And you laughed even more. Your giggles filling the kitchen and besides the music playing on his playlist, Harry swore it was the most beautiful melodies he ever heard.

You two returned your attention to the sink and as you were doing it you got caugh in a Arctic Monkeys music playing and trying to remember the lyrics.

Click.

Your attention was brought back after hearing a camera and seeing a flash. Harry was still looking at you thru the lense with a lovely smile.

"Harry? Oh my god, no!" You blushed at his bold moves. "I'm looking horrible right now. Why did you take a picture?"

"Nonsense. You look so cute while doing the dishes." He turned the camera, showing you the picture and you blushed even more.

"Eww. Please, delete it." You warned and he chuckled putting the camera straps above his neck and resting the camera on his chest.

"I'm not going to delete it, love." He kept his task as you. "Sorry not sorry." He laughed maliciously and you rolled your eyes.

"You're going to delete it." You looked at him and he clicked his tongue.

"Uh-uh." He hummed moving his head negatively and his curls balanced up and down. That was a good sight.

"Oh yeah?" You raised and eyebrow asking one more time and didn't even gave him the time to turn your direction. Your hands already throwing him foam and he stepped back, foam hitting his hoodie and his chest.

He smirked but his hands went to his camera, inspection it.

"Oh shit, the camera." Your mouth making a "o" shape. "Im sorry H, I didn't thought about it." You pouted giving him the most apologetic smile and he pulled a poker face at you for a few minutes.

You were starting to believe that you actually broke the device but then he started to laugh hard.

"It's water proof, dummy." He showed you his tongue and hit you smoothly with the towel in your face.

"You absolute arse!" You thrown him more foam and after a peace threaten by his hands up, he finally stopped laughing. "Im serious now, delete the picture, carrot." You warned and he laughed at the nickname.

"I think I'm going to set it as my wallpaper." His words rolled out of his tongue so easily as he concentrate on drying the plates again and you didn't even moved from your spot, getting caught by his words.

"What?" You asked finally, studying his face and his eyes opened widely. "Harry why use my picture as your background?" You dried your hands.

Did I said that out loud? Damn it, Harry you fucking dick. He thought.

"Hmm..." He swallowed. "It's a really nice picture. You look rather pretty.... And I-uh kinda like you, I guess." His hands scratching his head and his blood stopping running thru his body. Well there wasn't no intention of hidden it now.

"Oh I'm so enjoying this." Tom said to Harrison, as they were siting across the room in the couch watching the whole scene in silence. You two didn't even noticed them spying.

"It's a romcom and we were the directors of it." Harrison joked and Tom chuckled.

"Thanks." You smiled and went to hug Harry. "You look rather pretty too." You said into his shoulder and earned a kind smile from him "Look." You were closer to him and your head moved back to look into his eyes properly, his hand traveled to your back and laid way to high for your liking. But it was Harry, and he was always so respectful that he didn't want to be sneaky or ruin the moment by placing his hands too down. You found that gesture so cute.

"I think I kinda like you, too." Your face got closer to his and his eyes closed feeling your hot breath hit his face. You stand there admiring his freckles for minutes.

"Do we have to move their heads too?" Harrison asked whispering. The duo was watching the scene unfold ahead of them with frowning expressions.

"Why aren't they kissing?" Tom dramatically pulled a face as if their plan came out totally wrong after all those years of dedication.

Harry started to dance slowly, his lashes clicked a few times and he opened his eyes. And you followed him. You both had silly smiles on your faces and after a long time of slowly dancing in his arms. He lean in, kissing you passionately. And you returned the kiss, like you meant to tell him that you loved him all along.

Continuously gags and whistles followed by an loud “FINALLY” from Harrison could be heard from the kitchen making Harry and you pull back from the kiss and stare at the boys. You both smiled and kissed again.

"Oh get a room you two!" Tuwaine shouted after entering the kitchen surprisingly and seeing you.

Despite that, you two didn't pulled back and Harry gave them the middle finger, covering your faces and the kiss with his hand, from the sneaky bastards across the room.

"We've created monsters" Tom's statement made everyone laugh.

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sukirichi · 3 years

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[ BROKEN RECORDS ; asks ]

💌 — love letter from @kyriaan

from track 007.

Okay okay im still kinda meh'ish' but i really wanted to answer you so 😭 ill try to compile both my answer to your answer on my love letter and my hyped review on track 7 <3 so yeah another long ass rant from me 😩💕Suki... Suki pls I totally forgot Tsumu had a crush on us Suki... And then poor Tsumu ir there sulking cause he still likes u- JFBFBDVDVSJCHDHSIA omfg i wanted so much to hug him my baby I like him so much 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 and he was trying so hard to behave while just sitting there sad fhfhfvbbshsjfhbdjaofhffhsoshd TSUMU YOU'RE STILL IN MY TOP 3 BABY 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂

And then you throw the whole dancing scene with suna and I dont know whos on my top 3 anymore 🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃 SUKIIIIIIII THAT SCENE ALONE GJGJBFBSJCNFNKSOSNF OMFG IM FALLING SO HARD FOR SUNA I THINK? I think my top 3 had 4 dudes in it cause 3rd place has Suna and Atsumu tied?? Hfhfbfbfhdhsja I CANT PICK?? BUT BUT I WAS FEELING STUPIDLY DOWN WHEN READING THAT AND THAT SCENE ALONE MADE ME FEEL SO SOFT IT WAS SO CUTE AND OMG IF SUNA DID THAT TO ME I WOULD DROP ON MY KNEES AND ASK HIM TO MARRY ME CAUSE OMFGGGFFFF DUDE EVEN WENT AHEAD AND SAID THAT WHOLE 'HES GOING TO BE ONE LUCKY GUY'

Oh shit im crying again that scene lets me emotional 😭😭😭😭 someone get me a sunrin irl pls

Anyways the way that suna knows y/n is just.... FUCKING END UP TOGETHER ALREADY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST JBVSHSJBEHSISJ

Also how powerful are we?? HOW FUCKING POWERFUL ARE WE TO SCORE SUNA KITA AND TSUMU?? ARE YOU GONNA TELL. ME IF OIKAWA MOFO TOORU APPEARED HE WOULD ALSO BE ON HIS KNEES FOR US?? (okay no wait... No nooo i would legit drop anyones ass for tooru hes that powerful for me like sorry suna was fun but TOORU)

Yo nah but the whole Kita sex scene- let me breath bestie LET ME BREATH CAUSE I WAS HOT BUT AT SAME TIME I WAS FEELING GUILTY 😂😂😂😂 ESPECIALLY WHEN HE WAS FEELING DISAPPOINTED NEXT DAY LIKE KITA PLS BABY WHAT WERE YOU EXPECTING?? 😬😬😬😬 But at same time his 'ill fuck the thought of him out of you tonight' I ALMOST MOANED YASSSSS TELL ME DADDY HOLY SHITTTTT

👀👀👀👀 Still not a kita simp ✌️✌️🤏✌️

Okay Kita deserves the best tho I mean okay he went there as a y/n mom's plan but he did ended up helping alot... Especially cause he knows no matter what y/n heart will always be suna's and pls give Kita the best ending possible cause he deserves someone who will trully love him and show him the world cause mah boy deserves it

*breaths in breaths out* i hated this scene- not in a bad way but shit i hate rejections... To the point im kinda afraid of confessing now cause i despise the feeling of being rejected... The best i can descrive it it like this coldness in your chest that descends your whole body and then you feel frozen in place.. Thats how it feels for me I hate it I absolutely despise it- its also the feeling i have when in a really bad situation and ugh...

The suna part made. Me feel this no matter how many times i reread it the feeling doesnt lessen it keeps being there cause (okay you probably are tired already of me saying this but) Suki I feel like I cant put it in words how much of a fucking good of a writer you are. Ill go ahead and say you are by far my favorite writer the fact i always feel so engaged and the fact i always feel like im there its just- it blows my mind.

I felt like suna was personally rejecting me and i hated it- i swear the moment he said prove it I almost screamed HOW? My brain had to take a moment to just slap me and say: 'kya you reading this is not happening chill-' cause i was already sobbing uncontrollably... I even whimpered the dont leave me 😬 my sadass went to bed feeling so sad thanks to suna... Man i wanted so much to hug him and i swear i would give him as much love as he gave y/n cause well i kin suna alot in this series cause im like that im a giver i treat others the way i would like to be treated (reason why ive been down lately ✌️) and i cant blame suna for finally setting boundaries- his call tho 'do i not stand a chance with you anymore y/n? Are you really not capable of falling in love with me?".... Oh suna... We are in love with you.. We always were we're just fucking stupid 😩

Also mari pls go jump off a cliff <3 youre in need dear cause sleeping with other man just to separate suna and y/n <3 i want so much to punch her 🙂🙃

Now for the love letter part (im so sorry for this being so long ✌️)

You said that if we asked suna he woukd say that he genuinely loved mari okay... Ill go ahead and say yes he liked mari he even learned how to love her and he genuinely cared for her BUT and heres where my personal view comes in so maybe ill be biased here still for me that was just a he loves her as in he cares you also love your friends and care for them but he didnt love her- and by this I mean- he could never be fully committed for her. Yes he loved her and he felt happy with her but like track 7 proved everything he would do in the back of his mind was y/n he deeply wished Mari was her and for that he just loved Mari cause he learned how to care about her- but he never forgot who he trully was in love it. Also the happiness he experienced with Mari was pretty much the one I experienced the bliss of having someone there and that bliss also made suna turn a blind eye to all the red flags from Mari cause to him all the jealousy meant she cared and thats toxic but suna was so desperate for some sort of 'she cares' that even all the possessiveness was bliss for him... And that makes my heart clench for suna...

'suna had to put an effort for the relationship' and saddly i feel like mari didnt... Mari didnt care mari was there because she was a fangirl of suna and got lucky, the way she just discarded him so effortlessly that proved-screamed how much she loved him- she didnt. She was just possessive over him she liked the whole 'hes mine' dynamic and suna was the perfect boyfriend cause he was giving her the world... What he wanted someone to do for him.

Also yeah suna and y/n might have been spurred from them being fuck buddies but well love doesnt really have an agenda- they just clicked, understood each other and had chemistry yeah they had tons and tons of sex but feelings started not because of sex but thanks to their deep connection... Also that dsncing scene in track 7 that alone spoke for their whole relationship- that alone is enough to defend their feelings for each other- yes it might jave started just as fuck buddies but ended up in them loving each other deeply and that is enough love after all doesnt need a perfect start. It can start out of the most stupid ways.

You said life with excitement and fun wouldn't be permanent or real.. Honestly i think it could be.. Cause i mean when you love someone that deeply your life always feels exciting even with the littlest things and that the purest kind of love. Even just going for a walk at the beach would be fun for them or even staying up watching movies i believe suna and y/n would always find a way to make their lofe exciting without much effort.

Also it kinda makes me. Sad when i see some anon saying that y/n and suna relationship are toxic? It makes me. Confused maybe because I was in such extremely toxic one (girl i sweat if you search for toxic relationship my ex's face will be there as an example 🙄) that Mari to me screams toxic! Possessive, manipulative, jealous and a few more if I think closely about it while with y/n and suna they are just two idiots that are hurting each other cause they're just that: idiots one that is afraid to get hurt and the other that keeps hoping- dont get me wrong what they're doing is not healthy but i dont find it toxic honestly

Sorry for the extreme long rant 8D I tried to keep it short but you always make me so hyped to talk about your works 😩

Hfbfbfhfhfieia

[ from saeren ]

NAHHH CUZ I LOVE TSUMU SO MUCH HERE HE WAS SO PRECIOUS. I didn’t write too much about them in college but Atsumu was so cute when he crushed on YN. he was always sending her memes and cute texts like “have you eaten” “good morning” and she’d feel so awkward because she doesn’t know how to let him down easy without hurting him. either way tsumu would feel hurt. AND YES PLS HE WAS SO SAD I MEAN, HIS CRUSH AND HIS BEST FRIEND NEARLY HAD SEX RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM SO THAT’S GOING TO HURT

SUNA AND ATSUMU TIED?? tbh I loved that dancing scene bcos suna is one of my faves and I really wanna do that with him hehehhehe. NAHHH PLEASE SAME IF SUNA DANCED WITH ME AND MADE A WEDDING PLAYLIST I’D BE LIKE boy what’re u waiting for let’s get married now !! n yes he said whoever YN will choose in the future will be one lucky guy IM SOBBING RN

naur cuz. there’s something about dating your best friend. I’m not saying a boyfriend wouldn’t know you as well but there’s something different when you’re best friends first. they could literally share eye contact and have a long ass conversation just from that. their connection is different.

HAJKALA AS FOR THE POWER, BR! YN IS A VERY CHARISMATIC AND FRIENDLY PERSON !! she’s like one of those people you meet that not only are they attractive as hell, but they’re also super approachable and down to earth. that’s why she’s so popular + she’s flirty and can make a stranger feel welcome or comfortable in the first meeting. SGSHJAK I WAS ACTUALLY PLANNING TO ADD OIKAWA HERE BUT I WANNA MAKE IT MORE INARIZAKI CENTRED

the seggs scene with kita SOBSSSS he’s such a soft dom IDC he knows where the clit is, he knows how to hit it. he��s a “your pleasure first before mine” type of guy. kita is perfect, PERIODT. HE GIVES DADDY VIBES HUH AHSKAA HE’S SO SWEET YET SEXY IM IN LOVE WITH HIM ISTG IF SUNA WASN’T OUR BEST FRIEND THEN I’D RUN FOR KITA ALL THE TIME. and I agree, kita deserves the best !! and don’t worry, I actually plan on giving kita the best ending, I promise you he’ll be fine (slight spoiler there)

YESSSSS OMG I’VE BEEN REJECTED BEFORE AND THAT’S EXACTLY HOW I FELT, MY BODY WAS SO COLD AND I WAS SO CONFUSED LIKE IT MAKES YOU THINK. am I not good enough, did I do something wrong, do you not wanna give me a chance or try it out but ofc I’d never say that out loud. AND KYAAA AAAH IM YOUR FAVORITE WRITER??? NO CUZ YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME CRY. I remember ur asks way back reckless era and you used to tell me that my writing made you picture the scenes easily and you felt you were there in that moment and I’m just so grateful thank you so much <33

NO BCOS WHEN SUNA SAID “prove it” I was like. this is it. that’s his hot boy shit moment. man’s has had enough of being thrown from one toxic relationship to another and he also deserves his good moments yknow. and you kin suna here?? BESTIE IM SORRY TO HEAR THAT, SUNA’S BEEN THROUGH A LOT HERE AHSJAKA. that’s true about suna tho !! he’s definitely affectionate + a giver. he’s happy being the one who gives most of the time but he’s a human as well, ofc he’d want to receive the same amount of love back. ALSO HIS PHONE CALLLLLL ugh tbh that part was the one that made me the saddest bcos he’s just. he wants to know if there’s really no more chance. all this time he never gave up. but he’s also tired so if yn says ‘no more’ then he’ll give up. its his way of respecting himself too ahsjaka

YOOOOO I AGREE WITH THAT. he cares for mari as a person but not 100% as a lover. but ofc he’s still thankful for how happy she made him because she was there at his worst. and that’s true, deep down suna still wishes that it was YN who’s right beside him. he will always ALWAYS want her back. he learned how to love mari in a way that was more out of mutual care but not in the way he loves YN. no that’s reserved only for YN – she will remain no 1 in his heart. AND YESSSSS the reason why suna overlooked the red flags was bcos to him, its something that was supposed to be “normal” like no perfect partner existed. he thought mari’s attitude of pushing YN away was normal, and its normal to want your partner’s best friend keep some distance but not to the point of mari’s place where she literally wants the two of them to cut each other out of their lives.

and aww I’m so happy that you realized how I wanted to portray suna and yn’s relationship. they’re….like the definition of youth in its freest form. they were fucking around and doing stupid things, but they had a connection. they had something deeper than just sexual intimacy. even if they never dated or even if YN never proposed the idea of it, they would’ve actually been still great friends. and oooh I actually don’t remember saying life with excitement and fun wouldn’t be real HAHAHAHA so I can’t comment further on that. but I think when I ‘said’ those I probably meant that it’s not always going to be all rainbows and unicorns in a relationship. there’s no such thing as a relationship that’s always happy and sweet 24/7, but ofc it can be sweet and it can be pure even with the little things <33 they just need to work on it.

hmmm tbhhhh… suna and yn are toxic in a way that they refuse to let each other go when they clearly can’t meet halfway. toxic doesn’t have to be limited in just being mari-like in which they are possessive or manipulative, because then if we’d drive deeper into yn’s personality, then she’d be stringing suna all along and that’s unfair of her. she knows suna wants more and yet she remained being friends with him, which totally isn’t a bad thing, but it’s because she keeps flirting with him and is so romantically comfortable with him that she doesn’t realize it’s hurting suna because he’ll give double meanings to that. their relationship is ‘toxic’ because they’re not entirely good for each other, they’re not that ready to be with one another yet and neither is the world letting them be in peace, so forcing their relationship to a point they’re hurting another is the toxic part.

[ from @kyriaan ]

Ah also not me feeling all proud and mushy cause my analysis made you mind blown fjfbdnsjdkpa 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I guess its also because i see this story as a really big mirror of my own toxic relationship sonits extremely easy for me to get it... And oh boy the way i kin suna here

But dhdhfjdospdhfbsoa 🥺🥺🥺🥺 i feel happy now *huggles*

[ from saeren ]

and aah yes ofc, I’m really happy whenever someone can see the underlying details I scatter throughout the story !! yeah omg same hahahaha broken records is also half inspired by the toxic people I’ve met. I kin kita here tho and I’m so glad you’re happier now !!

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #series ( broken records )#tw: toxic

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Crave

Description: AU Harry’s a struggling songwriter until a song about being in lofe with his best friend puts him on the map. My contribution to the pick your poison challenge that @oh-honey-styles @for-fucks-sake-h and @andwhenshesays organized. I haven’t written in so long but this has been a fun way to get back into it now that I have more downtime!

Warnings: None aside from me taking liberties with the process of how writing a song actually works

Harry’s family had thought he was insane for dropping out of university and moving to LA to try songwriting professionally. And a few years in, he was starting to think that they were right. He hadn’t expected to start working with big names right away, but after two years, he had been hoping to move beyond indie artists who had about a thousand monthly listeners on Spotify. Songwriting was his dream. He loved music, loved creating it, but didn’t want the fame. The inability to step outside without being recognized, the scrutiny, the media attention. He wanted to stay behind the scenes. But he was beginning to think about packing it up, moving back home, and finishing his college degree and getting some boring office job. Until you called and announced that you had found a job in LA after graduating and would be moving.

You’d been Harry’s best friend since you were both small, when some little boy knocked you off the monkey bars at the park and Harry’s protective instincts-already sharp even back then-had rushed over to check if you were okay. There had been a few awkward years in middle school, when he’d been teased by friends for having a girl friend who wasn’t a girlfriend, but that had resolved itself during a very awkward party where you’d played seven minutes together and had mutually agreed that kissing each other was too weird. Aside from that, your friendship had been solid all throughout school, and had even weathered Harry moving to LA. In fact, you were one of the few people from his hometown that he’d kept in contact with. His parents had cut off contact (and financial support) when he’d dropped out of school without warning, and his emails with his sister were infrequent as she was trying to keep up a positive relationship with their parents. He didn’t really have any LA friends either, a few casual acquaintances but no one who he felt like he could really talk to.

On the day that you arrived, Harry drove to the airport to pick you up. By the time he navigated traffic and dealt with the nightmare of parking at LAX, it was nearly an hour after your flight had landed and half an hour after you’d sent a text saying that you’d claimed your bags. As he entered the terminal, he was worried that you would be angry about him being late. You never were the type to get annoyed about little things like that and from your video chats you didn’t seem to have changed all that much, but two years was a long time and it could bring about a lot of change in a person. He glanced around the room, full of happy reunions and stressed out men in suits setting out on business trips, when he finally spotted you, nestled in a corner and perched on your suitcase. It was like something out of a movie, how you looked up from your phone just as he spotted you, the two of you locked eyes, and you sprang to your feet and ran toward him, throwing your arms around him in an enthusiastic hug and squealing “Harry”.

“Sorry I’m late.” There were so many things he wanted to say to you, how much he missed you, how happy he was that you were moving, stories he hadn’t wanted to tell over FaceTime. But for some reason, an apology was the first thing that popped out of his mouth. “Traffic was horrible then I had to park…”

You pulled away from him to wave a hand, dismissing his apology and Harry got his first real look at you. He’d noticed from your Facetime chats that you’d changed your hair to a shorter style and that you’d started wearing more makeup, both choices that were probably seen as “more professional”. Otherwise, you looked about the same, but seeing you in person he noticed that there was a difference in the way you carried yourself. You seemed older, more mature, with the kind of confidence that he assumed came from graduating college and moving across the country on your own. He wondered if he had the same aura around him. “I missed you.” You said, picking up your suitcase and dragging Harry away from his thoughts. “And I cannot thank you enough for letting me stay with you.” You’d explained over FaceTime that the job you’d been offered had wanted you to start right away, not even considering that you would need time to deal with the logistics of moving or finding a place to live. Lucky for you, Harry had stepped in.

“I missed you too,” Harry took your suitcase from you, dragging it behind him and tugging it toward the exit. “And don’t say that until you see my place.”

*******

You’d been worried that things with Harry would have changed in the two years that he’d been gone. But as he took the long drive back to his apartment, you slipped right back into your old friendship, joking and swapping stories. You updated him about what all of your old high school friends were up to and he told you stories about all the weird LA types that he’d met. You’d never admit this, but you’d been worried that he might have turned into one of them since he left, burning sage and displaying an unhealthy obsession posting to Instagram. He seemed like his old self in texts and on your video chats, but you had thought he might be hiding that part of him. You were relieved to see that Harry was still his old self. However, a new set of worries about Harry sprouted as he turned into his neighborhood.

Harry had alluded to money troubles while you’d been apart, so you had known that he wasn’t living in Beverly Hills. However, you also weren’t really expecting dark streets, abandoned buildings, and liquor stores with bars over the windows. Harry parked outside a seedy looking building and led you up to his apartment, which was the size of a shoebox and overwhelmed with cardboard boxes full of your things. He’d been nice enough to tell you to ship some of your things to his address, though he hadn’t mentioned how tiny his apartment was. By the time Harry had cleared everything off the futon so you could sleep, you’d seen three roaches scurry across the floor and you’d made your mind up.

“Once I find a place you’re moving in with me.” Harry opened his mouth to protest, but you held firm. “Don’t argue. Why didn’t you tell me you were living in a shithole?” You glanced around the small space and another problem occurred to you. “Where exactly are you planning to sleep?”

“The floor I guess,” He said, gesturing to the sliver of space near the lone window that wasn’t occupied by furniture or boxes.

You shook your head, thinking back to the roaches you’d seen and the shag carpet that probably hadn’t been cleaned since the 70s. “No way. You’re sleeping with me. It’s not like we haven’t done it before.” It might feel a little strange after your time apart, but back before he dropped out Harry had slept in your tiny twin bed in your dorm room tons of times, sometimes because he’d had a fight with his roommate, sometimes because he was drunk and your room was closer, and sometimes just because he was lonely. You couldn’t even count the number of times you and Harry had slept together platonically. However, a few hours later, when you finally nestled under the covers together-with Harry’s body pressed up against yours, he was big on cuddling (and the small bed didn’t leave you much room to spread out anyway)-you found yourself wondering why something felt different.

***********

Harry started writing a song that night, about being in love with your best friend. He didn’t have the whole thing right away, which wasn’t usually how he wrote. Usually inspiration came fast, and he could write a whole song in the burst of manic energy he got when it struck. The chorus came that first night when you slept together, about you pressed up against him in a city full of dark alleys.

The rest came to him slowly over the next few months, as you started your job and found a slightly better apartment to live in. With your entry level salary it wasn’t anything fancy, but it was in an area that made you feel safer and had two bedrooms, though Harry found that he slept worse without you near him and spent many nights tossing and turning before finally falling into a fitful sleep around 3 AM.

Though you’d been basically joined at the hip since you were young, you and Harry hadn’t shared space like this before. The apartment was still small, which meant that you and Harry were still constantly tripping over each other. Harry had thought it might be annoying, and had even worried that it would fracture your friendship, but it hadn’t. Living together seemed almost natural for the two of you. It meant that he could hear you singing when you came home from work, which meant that you had a good day and would be in the mood to cook something elaborate for dinner, or when you slammed the front door and he knew that you’d had a bad day and that he should order your favorite take out. He found your bobby pins all over the bathroom floor, he sat and watched The Bachelor with you on Monday nights, and he stole your fuzzy socks as the nights started getting cooler. Harry worked on his song while you were at work when he wasn’t at writing sessions for other people, and by the time he finished he felt that it was the best thing he’d ever written.

Harry knew exactly why the song (currently cryptically titled with an anagram of your name) was the best of anything he’d written so far. Typically he used a lot of creative license when he wrote, writing about things that happened to him long ago, about things that happened to friends of his, about completely made up scenarios, or anything that inspired him really. But he never really wrote about his own life. This was the first time, and it was his first song to really come from the heart.

After finally perfecting the song, Harry recorded a quick demo on his phone, then sent it off to Jeff, a big-name record producer he’d met a few months back. They’d met during a recording session for some pink-haired indie singer. Though Jeff hadn’t really liked the indie girl and her bananies-and-avacadies voice as he’d joked to Harry, he’d liked Harry’s writing style a lot. He’d slipped Harry his phone number and had told him to send along some of his strongest work. Harry had come close to sending a few things before, but had chickened out at the last minute. Nothing he’d done before was his strongest work, and he knew that. The song about you, he felt good enough to send.

Harry finally worked up the courage to press the send button during one of his sleepless nights. He hoped that Jeff hadn’t deleted his number, or if he had that he would be willing to listen to a voice message from a random stranger. Since it was nearly 1 am, he was surprised to get a message back almost immediately. Love it Harry. Let’s talk. Followed by a meeting time and location.

*******

A few weeks later, you arrived home (you had been surprised at how quickly you came to think of your new apartment in a new city as “home”, but you came to the conclusion that it was all because Harry was there) to Harry humming a song you didn’t recognize as he cleaned the apartment. He looked up when he saw you, dropping the broom and drawing you into a hug. “Hey!” He swayed you back and forth a few times as he held you. You had forgotten that little tic of his, but the motion reminded you of how much you loved it. It always made you feel safe and comforted, probably because it replicated the motion of a mother rocking a baby. And it was something Harry only did when he was really happy.

“What happened?” You asked once he let you go. Harry hadn’t seemed sad exactly, but you’d had the feeling that being isolated from his family and under almost constant money and career stress were starting to get to him. You hadn’t seen him happy like this since you were in college together and he aced a difficult Music Theory final.

“I think we should go out tonight. Somewhere nice-ish.”

This piqued your interest even more. Even combining your incomes, you still weren’t really on a going-out-regularly-in-LA budget. Something had happened. Something big. “Harry, tell me what’s going on.”

“I wrote a song a few weeks ago and The Heartbreakers want it.”

Your jaw dropped at the mention of the group who had shot to fame almost overnight a few years ago after one of their songs went viral on SoundCloud. Unlike some other indie groups that had scored mainstream hits and had faded to irrelevancy after a few weeks, The Heartbreakers had hired a good management team and were able to capitalize on the hit to become one of the biggest groups on the planet. “Harry, that’s amazing!” You threw your arms around him again. “But how? What? I didn’t even think you knew them? And I thought they wrote all their own stuff?”

Harry pulled back enough to look at you and gave a little laugh at all of your questions. His hands stayed around your waist, your arms around his neck. “That’s what they say. They use ghostwriters basically. I had to sign an NDA and got an advance that’s basically hush money.” You frowned, not really liking the thought that Harry wasn’t going to get any credit for his work. “Hey no, that’s just how it works sometimes,” He added, noticing your facial expression. “The music industry isn’t pretty. I knew that going in and I kind of expected it. Producers and other writers have their own kind of underworld. The important people will know that I wrote it. This will lead to more big stuff for me. I know. I wouldn’t have given the song away if I didn’t.”

Noticing that you still didn’t look happy, Harry was quick to change the subject. “As for how, I don’t know them. At all. It all went through this producer, Jeff, that I met a few months back. He wanted to hear some of my stuff, but nothing ever seemed good enough until I wrote this song. I sent it to him, he loved it and thought it would work with their sound. He took it to them and they wanted it. I’ve never even met them.”

“Will you get to?” You said, thinking that you would at least want to shake someone’s hand before handing off a piece of art that you created to them and letting them act like it was theirs.

Harry nodded. “I have to go in for a writing session and be there while they record in case they want to make any tweaks. Which they probably will. Change a word, get a third and all that.” Your frown returned at the mention of the unfair way that royalties were distributed. Harry noticed. “But this will still be really big for me. It’s the right move. I know.”

You studied him for a moment, looking for any sign of hesitation. “I trust you.” Realizing that you’d been holding each other for an awkward amount of time, and that it felt surprisingly good to have your best friend holding you, his big hands solid at your waist and your fingers toying with the curls at the back of his neck, you stepped away. “I’d love to hear it. Do you have a recording yet?” Harry looked alarmed. “What? Has the NDA got you scared?” You teased. Harry could be shy about sharing his work, but he’d always been open about it with you. He called you his guinea pig, you were often the first one to hear new songs.

“I just wrote it a few weeks ago. I got really inspired seeing you again, I guess.” Harry said, suddenly seeming shy.

“Harry that’s so sweet.” You asked, unable to keep the emotion out of your voice. No one had ever written or created anything for you before, and as far as you knew you hadn’t inspired anything either (aside from some crude messages in the boy’s locker room back in high school that Harry had taken a Sharpie to almost immediately after they popped up).

“But I can’t play it for you. I don’t own it anymore. I already signed it over.”

“Harry, we’re alone in our apartment. No one’s gonna know.”

“I know, I know.” Harry picked up his broom and went back to his sweeping, obviously nervous. “It’s a little unpolished though.”

“That never stopped you before.” Harry had played you things that were completely unfinished before, sometimes even when he just had a few chords together or two lines of lyrics.

“I really think the Heartbreakers will do it better than me. I think the first time you hear it, it should be their version.”

“At least tell me what it’s called.”

“It doesn’t have a name,” Harry said a little too fast. “Or at least right now. When it actually gets released they’ll find something marketable, I’m sure. Do you want to go to a club tonight, or just dinner?”

You accepted Harry’s abrupt change of subject and decided not to push it, but you spent the entire evening (both dinner and a club, Harry wanted to splurge since he knew his so-called hush money would be kicking in soon) wondering why Harry didn’t want you to hear the song.

*********

“So,” Jeff began as the final recording session for the song, which had been renamed “Crave” wrapped up. The Heartbreakers had left for the day, and Harry and Jeff had hung back to do some final mixing. Harry didn’t really need to be there either, but Jeff wanted his approval on the final version of the song and he seemed happy for the company. “You never told me who this song is about.”

“Who says it's about anyone?” Harry asked, trying not to sound harsh. Despite the fact that they’d been working closely together on Crave, they weren’t good enough friends where they could be quite so honest with each other.

“Every song is about someone. Especially ones this heartfelt.” Jeff let the song play once through. The Heartbreakers had changed very little lyrically, adding a lyric to the chorus about craving the person the song was addressed to (which was where they’d drawn the title from). They’d changed a bit more when it came to the music itself, switching from the indie playing-in-a-coffeshop vibe that Harry had intended, to a rockier sound. Harry thought it sounded much better that way, it was something that he wouldn’t have tried with such a sweet song, and he knew that he’d made the right decision in signing the song away. As the final songs of the song drifted away, Jeff turned to Harry again. “So I’m guessing it’s a lady friend of yours from back in school and who you once played seven minutes in heaven with,” Jeff began, referencing the first verse of the song where Harry had written about first meeting you when you were kids. “Who you now find yourself in love with because she sings like a lark when she’s happy, leaves bobby pins all over the place, and makes you chocolate milkshakes when you’re sad.”

Harry felt his cheeks heat up as Jeff named more details from elsewhere in the song, all things that pointed directly to your friendship with him. “My best friend from back in school. She just moved out here and we’ve been living together and...I don’t even really know what it is, if it was the time apart or if it’s different now that we’re older or because we’re living together. But yeah, I love her.” It was the first time Harry had said it out loud and it felt like a weight off his shoulders.

“Have you told her yet?”

Harry shook his head. “I’m worried about ruining the friendship.”

“Do you think she feels the same way?”

Harry considered it, how you had let him hold you for far too long the night he first told you about selling the song, how you always made spinach for him as a side when you cooked even though you hated it, how much your hands brushed when he took you on tours of his favorite places in LA, if those were all just friendly gestures or if it meant something more. “Maybe? But she’s probably thinking the same thing about ruining the friendship.” Harry knew you well enough to know that you were a little too pragmatic sometimes when it came to relationships.

“You should tell her.” Jeff regarded Harry with a serious look. “The second she hears the song she’s going to figure it out. The Heartbreaker’s last single was number one on the Billboard chart for six weeks and played on KIIS once an hour every day for a month after its release. You don’t want her finding out that her best friend is in love with her when she hears the song in Trader Joe’s. It’ll mean way more coming directly from you.”

*******

“Does this look okay? What do you even wear to a listening party anyway?” You asked, stepping in front of Harry and twirling around, letting him examine your dress.

Harry gave you a quick once over. “What you’ve got on is fine. You look great.”

The simple compliment sent a little rush of excitement through you, the saw way you felt when previous boyfriends had complimented you before you set out on a date. With you in your dress and Harry also dressed up, the two of you looked a bit like you were setting out on a proper date, but you stopped yourself from going down that line of thinking. There was no way to know if he felt the same way. You studied Harry instead, drinking in his slicked back hair, black shirt with the little white hearts on it, and black pants. Realizing that you were staring, you changed the subject.

“You’re sure it’s okay if I come?” A listening party seemed like something so secret, something that only music industry people got to attend, like the parties the cool kids threw in high school. But Harry had seemed excited when he invited you along, even though he’d had to present you with an NDA at the same time and had told you not to bring your phone or it would be confiscated at the door. The listening party was for people from the label and was being held a few weeks before the official release of the single, and preventing leaks was essential, Harry had explained.

Harry nodded. “Yeah. It’s gonna be real small. Just the band, some people from the label, me, and Jeff. All people who are already aware that they don’t write their own music.” Harry looked like there was something more he wanted to say, but instead he just pulled on his sport coat. “Ready?”

Harry was quiet for the drive to the private club where the party was being held, letting one of his Spotify playlists play as he navigated LA’s busy streets. He didn’t speak until he found parking at the club. You reached for the door to exit the car, but froze when Harry said, “Wait.” You waited. Harry took a deep breath before speaking. “I just want you to know that the song is about you. I just want you to hear it, knowing that, and tell me what you think after.”

You wanted to press for more information. That was incredibly vague, and if anything it just left you with more questions. But Harry was nervous enough, you could tell from the way he’d adjusted his hair several times during the drive and the fact that he was avoiding eye contact with you now. Not wanting to stress him out anymore, you decided not to push it. You leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, ignoring how natural it felt. Maybe it was just the dim lighting from the streets lights, but you could have sworn that Harry was blushing. “I’m sure I’ll love it. I mean, writing a song about me is already nicer than anything any of my ex-boyfriend have done.” You realized a few seconds too late that maybe comparing your best friend to your exes wasn’t the best move. “And everything else you’ve written has taken my breath away. I’m sure this won’t be any different.” You added, trying to cover the awkward moment.

Harry turned to you, looking happier and more confident now. “Let’s go.” He walked around to your side of the car and opened the door for you, even taking your hand to help you out of the car. Because no LA party could really start without time for networking first, you spent the first part of the party following Harry around like a baby duckling as he made his rounds to talk to the band and the industry executives. You’d been a little worried that you would feel like a fish out of water, or worse that Harry would leave you by the bar and make the rounds on his own. Harry had never been the type to social climb, but you were fully aware of the fact that this was his biggest career opportunity yet, so you weren’t sure how he would react. But you were worried for nothing, because Harry kept you by his side the entire night, introduced you to everyone by name, and tried hard to include you in the conversation, even though you were so starstruck most of the night that you ended up feeling tongue tied.

As someone from the label raised his voice to announce that they would be playing the song soon, Harry pulled you to a table and introduced you to Jeff.

“Ah, the famous muse,” Jeff shook your hand before giving Harry a knowing look. “Harry’s told you about the song?”

“Just that it’s about me. I haven’t heard it yet.”

“You’re in for a treat.” He told you with a smile, shooting Harry another look. Before you had time to further ponder what was going on, a label executive's voice at the front of the room drew your attention as he introduced “Crave”.

As the song played, you were blown away. Harry had written a beautiful song, and though you’d initially been worried about him giving the song away you had to admit that The Heartbreakers had done it justice. But what surprised you the most was that it was a love song, and every single word of the song pointed to you, to things you had Harry had done together or to your little idiosyncrasies. Harry loved you, and had for a while.

As the final notes of the song faded away, Harry grabbed your hand and pulled you outside the club, clearly wanting whatever happened next to be just between the two of you. You stood bathed beneath a streetlight, with drunks exiting nearby clubs stumbling past you. “So, what’d you think?” Harry asked, smiling shyly at you.

“Harry, I loved it. I love you.” You said, throwing your arms around him. Saying it felt so right, so natural, even though it was the first time you’d said those words to Harry.

Harry slid his arms around you and pulled you closer to him. “I love you.” He said quietly, before he pressed his lips to yours for a kiss that had been a long time coming.

#pypfc #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #i literally can't remember the last time i wrote something i hope this is okay #i just read another friends to lovers fic earlier that was so good and its got me a lil stressed about posting this #also me posting this at 3 am is very on brand for me

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Can I ask for 15 and 20 from the Angst list for Josh Anderson please!! :You don't get to just waltz back into my lofe after all the pain you've caused." "Don't look at me like that. like what? like you still love me."

15. “What gives you the right to just waltz back into my life after all the pain you’ve caused.”

20. “Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you still love me.”

Y’all are wicked angsty over Josh which I totally understand but wow, but him and PLD are literally the only two CBJs I know/knew so sorry for using them both again

Send me a boy and a number from this prompt list!

You were still close with the guys, even after Josh got traded. They assured that you never change if you and him broke up. That meant you were invited out with them after games still, you were still in the WAGs group chat, you were part of family skate and everything.

Originally, you and Josh had promised each other that you would wait two years and see if you were in a comfortable enough place to move to Montreal that you would get back together. That was until you say him posting about his new girlfriend, captioning his Instagram posts saying that he was ‘head over heels in love with her’ and that ‘she was the only one for him.’

And what did you expect? It was unrealistic for you to expect him to wait for you. But you didn’t expect him to move on after six months in a new city.

“Are you still coming as my date?” Pierre-Luc asked you over the phone. One of his teammates was getting married the next day. You were originally supposed to be going with Josh, but look how that turned out. Since Luc needed a date anyway, he figured you might as well go with him since you already had the dress and were already on the list to attend.

“Yeah, are you giving me any other choice?”

“No. I’ll pick you up at 11.”

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He knocked on your door when you only had one shoe on. He said he would be at your place at 11, so why the hell was he early? If anything, Luc was annoyingly on time. “I’m coming!” you yell, clomping to the door with one heel on, throwing the door open, “You said 11.” But it wasn’t Pierre-Luc standing in the door. “Josh?”

“Hey, Y/N,” he says awkwardly, running his hand through his hair.

“What are you doing here?”

“Taking you to the wedding,” he replies as if it were obvious.

“No,” you start, walking over to your couch to put your shoe on, “I’m going with Pierre-Luc. I haven’t talked to you in nearly seven months. Shouldn’t you be taking your girlfriend?” You didn’t know what came over you in that moment, but seeing him standing there after no contact for so long was making you irrationally angry.

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he mutters, not loud enough for you to hear. He doesn’t move from the doorway, standing there as if there were some sort of barrier preventing him from coming in. You hear the elevator open from down the hall, Pierre-Luc getting off and heading your way. You stick your head out, giving him a look that said you didn’t know how to get out of the current situation.

“Y/N, come on,” Luc says, pulling you past Josh and shutting your door behind you, ignoring his old teammate as if they didn’t spend the last few years as close friends. “Why is he here?” he asks once the elevator door shuts.

You shrug, “I don’t know. I didn’t know he was coming.”

“Do you need me to pretend to be your boyfriend?” he offers.

You laugh, knowing Josh would never buy that. You and Pierre were like siblings, nothing more, “No, that’s fine. We couldn’t pass as dating anyway.”

“Fine, but if you need me to come sweep you off your feet, I’m your guy.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

The two of you get to the wedding, avoiding Josh at all costs. Apparently, none of his old teammates knew he was going to be there, all of them showing the same shocked expression when they saw him that you had when he showed up at your door.

The reception was getting into a good rhythm, you sitting off to the side as you watched everyone dancing. Pierre-Luc was no where to be found, but you didn’t mind.

Until Josh came and pulled you off your feet to dance, not listening to your protests. “This is kidnapping.”

“You’re an adult and we need to talk to each other.”

“Josh, I tried to talk to you. And then you found a girl in Montreal and it was like I didn’t exist,” you spit at him as he spins you around. The music playing around you, the energy of the room didn’t fit the conversation you were having. “What gives you the right to just waltz back into my life after all the pain you’ve caused me? You should be here with your girlfriend, and that’s not me anymore.”

He bites his lip, looking down at your feet moving together. “I broke up with her.”

You don’t know what to say, studying his face. “Don’t look at me like that,” you tell him.

“Like what?”

“Like you still love me.”

“Y/N, you have to know I still love you,” he tries hard not to scream it for the entire venue to hear. “I never loved that girl.”

“You’re so full of shit,” is all you can say, dropping his hands from your body and walking away to find your real date so you could be with him instead.

#josh anderson #josh anderson imagines #pierre-luc dubois #columbus blue jackets #columbus blue jackets imagines #blue jackets #blue jackets imagines #jackets #jackets imagines #nhl #nhl imagines #hockey #hockey imagines

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Up for a long time - Brian May x Reader

A/N: This was for a hosted Valentine’s day secret santa but I couldn’t finished it in time bc life. I am really sorry I’m posting this so late

Please consider reblogging and commenting what do you think about the fic

Warnings: none (just a note: this is situated on 1977/1978)

Words: 2K+

Summary: Y/N was invited by Brian May to accompany him during the Sheer Heart Attack tour and as its ending gets closer, she expresses her sadness over having to say him goodbye soon, unless… maybe she doesn’t have to.

A blissful sigh left Brian’s lips as you cuddle against his side, his long fingers petting your hair lazily.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if we could stay here forever, just the two of us? I’m gonna miss this,” you say with melancholy, as if you parting ways was a matter of fact—because, well, it was. What were the chances that he would want to keep seeing you? He was a guitarist in a rising band that was getting more and more famous. You were beginning to feel sad at the thought of missing him even if you were still by his side. It was strange to you how at ease he makes you feel even though you meet barely two months ago. It’s not an everyday occurrence that a cute musician invites you to come along on tour with his band to America but you weren’t stupid enough to miss on this chance. Besides, he had a certain charm that you couldn’t quite put your finger on, like he wasn’t even trying. Just like that, he could smile, and you would do anything he asked. A few minutes passed, in which he didn’t replied, and you started to think about what you had said. Did you cross a line there? Was that inappropriate? But being with him felt so right… and you were sure he felt the same way about you. Well, you were until now. Finally, he spoke. “What if you didn’t have to?” You smiled, feeling relief that he wasn’t weirded out by your comment. “What? What do you mean?” “What if - if we got married?” His words were shaky, his voice soft and quiet in the dim room. You look up at him. “Are you joking? Because, let me you tell you, it’s not funny,” you state. He shakes his head no. “I’m not.“ You get away from him, sitting up on the bed to look at him. It’s hard to describe the look on his eyes, it’s very serious but also a little dreamy, like he has his head on the clouds. And you might be the very reason why. “Really?” You say softly as if you were expecting him to laugh and declare it was indeed a joke but you know him well; he would never be so cruel. Your mother once told you that you must see a man getting happy, tired, sad and, above all, angry and stressed before you got married. She believed that if you saw him in such states, you would know if you were ready to handle sharing your life with him. Despite knowing him for so little time, you had already seen how he acted when he wasn’t feeling well and it never seemed like something that you couldn’t soothe. “Yeah,” he nodded. “Well, then,” you smiled, “ask me properly.” “Y/N Y/L/N, would to make me the honour of being my wife?” “Yes!” you exclaimed, throwing yourself to him and embracing him on a tight hug. He took your face between his hands and kissed you, smiling when you broke apart. “Well, then, we’re engaged now.”

“When– when do you want to do it, though?” You asked. You wouldn’t lie, you weren’t able to contain your excitement. You were going to get married! It felt like a dream, like you would wake up in any moment in an empty bed on the hotel. “Tomorrow maybe?” Brian suggested. “It’s my day off before we get going to the next city.” “Okay,” you accepted. “While you’re at rehearsal, I’ll make sure we have what we need to do it.” He kissed you again. “Alright but first, let’s get breakfast.”

Standing in front of a little mirror on the reception, you check your lipstick, even though Brian said he wouldn’t pay for any photographs here—both of you were afraid they would be leaked and all over the magazines. Despite all the paparazzi constantly following the band, Brian had done his best effort to protect your privacy as much as he could and you weren’t quite ready to give up your anonymity just yet. Besides, you were aware that a secret wedding with a woman Brian met just three months ago wouldn’t do wonders for his reputation. A pair of hands sneaked up on your waist, hugging you softly. “Are you ready?” He whispered on your ear. You turned around, your arms surrounding his neck. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” you assure him and his lips curve up into a smile. A blonde woman came up to you—her name was Marie, according to the tag on her blazer— and cleared her throat. “Excuse me, the venue is ready. Follow me, please,” she said and started walking you guide you. She opened the door and a wedding march started to sound as you entered the room and walked towards the altar, Brian holding your hand the entire time. The Victorian Venue was beautiful, so beautiful you almost regretted eloping—though both Roger and Freddie weren’t at the hotel and Deacy and Veronica were with their kids—. It was a large room, simply decorated with cascading silk drapes and a pair of pillars with candelabras as the wedding altar. It was all very white, and you were glad you had chosen to wear a light blue dress that contrasted with the room. The officiant, a middle aged men, looked as you stand in front of each other. Brian had a smile plastered across his face, reaching his hazel eyes and illuminating his beautiful features. “Brian May and Y/N Y/L/N, today you enter as individuals, but you will leave here as husband and wife, blending your lives, expanding your family ties, and embarking upon the grandest adventure of human interaction,” the officiant said. “Brian and Y/N, remember to treat yourselves and each other with respect, and remind yourselves often of what brought you together. Take responsibility for making the other feel safe and give the highest priority to the tenderness, gentleness and kindness that your connection deserves. Please, repeat after me–” “Actually, I’d like to have the word,” you interrupt him, shyly, and Brian looks at you with surprise. You hadn’t discussed having your own vows and he clearly didn’t expected it but you had been thinking about them since last night. “Of course.” “I - I know that for anyone outside us this will look rushed after only a few weeks but in that time you have made me the happiest I’ve ever been. I’ve seen you in the most intimate situations and I know I’m ready to spend my life with you. It might not be easy– but nothing every really is and I’m ready to whatever is coming at us.” Brian’s smile and eyes were warm, full of fondness. His hands squeezed yours briefly, a silent ‘I love you.’ “Y/N, meeting you wasn’t on my plans. I’d have never guessed that I’d fall so hard, so fast for you but your sweet ways, your genuine excitement for life and new experiences, your energy and the passion you put on everything you do made me feel like a fifteen years old boy falling in love for the first time. I am enchanted by you, and I’m so happy I get the chance to try to make you as happy as you make me.” You feel your smile getting bigger, so wide it almost hurted but you didn’t cared. It was a nice kind of pain, it meant you couldn’t contain the happiness you were feeling inside you and for a moment you thought about how you wanted to proclaim to the entire world that you were married to the lofe of your life. You squeezed his hands for a second. You both let go of your hands to get the rings. His was one he already had but rarely used and yours was one you had bought on a market on one of your solo adventures exploring the city while he was working. They weren’t permanent rings; “I promise I’ll get you a proper ring once we’re on London again,” he had said, and you assured him you were okay with these as of now. Despite the band’s success, you knew he wasn’t really getting much money and didn’t care he didn’t buy an expensive ring. “Brian May, please repeat after me as you place the ring on Y/N Y/L’s ring. With this ring, I thee wed and pledge you my love, now and forever.” “With this ring, I thee wed and pledge you my love, now and forever,” he recited softly as he put the ring on you finger. After you repeat it, you both sign the marriage certificate and the officiant finally says the words that linked your lives for the rest of it. “By the authority vested in my by the State of San Francisco, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride!” Brian did as told, reaching down to kiss you softly, taking his time to show you how much he loved you on his gentle movements. “I love you, Mrs. May,,” he said once you broke apart. You giggle. “I love you too, Mr May.”

“Honey, I’m home!” Brian exclaimed, and you hear the closing door. You smile as he enters the room and leaves the box with Chinese food on the little table in front of the couch. You sit properly and take a look at what he brought. “My hero! I was starving,” you say and he smiles. After a week of living on Brian’s apartment using his clothes, you had finally gotten around to your old apartment and got your stuff. It was mostly books, clothes and some decorative ornaments; you didn’t have any furniture except for your bookshelf—and a mattress that you had already sold. Brian was helping you to put everything in place, but you were hungry and send him to get food—your treat. “They didn’t have fried rice, but I brought you Chow Mei,” he says, opening the box for you to see. The smell is delicious, and your stomach seems to rush you to eat when it growls. “That’s fine,” you say and take your noodles. “Do you need help?” Brian chuckles as you struggle with the chopsticks. You pout and nod. He takes his own stick. “The trick is to just move the top stick, the other has to stay still,” Brian shows you as he takes a piece of tofu with ease. You imitate him ans after a few tries, you finally succeed. “It’s way more difficult when you’re eating noodles,” you say before Brian’s amused gaze. “Do you want to try?” He asks, holding a piece of his tofu to you. You lean, doubtful, and take a bite. It tastes spicy and hot, so you swallow it and drink a little soda. “What does it have?” “Lots of pepper,” he replies. “It’s good, but I wouldn’t eat too much,” you say honestly and he smiles as he eats. “It’s an acquired taste, I guess.” “I want to go back to college,” you comment after a while and he smiles at you, interested. “To study Law again?” “No, that’s… that’s what my parents pushed me to do. I’ll like to study something related to Theatre, maybe. I don’t know, but I need to do something. I don’t like just being lying around,” you say softly. The week living with Brian, having no responsibilities was nice but you needed to do something. Besides, you wouldn’t let Brian pay for all the bills. You were a team now, and you needed (and wanted) to do your part. “I was also thinking maybe I could give some piano or bass lessons, to get some money,” “That’s a great idea,” he nods with a smile and you can’t help but smile too. “I can help you with some posters to promote your classes.” “That would be very nice,” you reply, leaning towards him and giving him a quick peck on the lips. “Hey, I have a surprise for you!” Brian suddenly says and gets up quickly, walking into the room and coming back after finding whatever he was looking for. He sits next to you and takes your hand, looking briefly at the ring you used to get married before looking at you. “Remember when we stayed at my parents’ house for the weekend?” You smile. “Of course I do. I was nervous as hell the whole drive. And during dinner. Basically all three days.” “Well, you had nothing to worry about because my mother loved you and actually gave me this for you.” He shows you a ring. It was made from gold and had one single tiny round diamond. Your mouth hangs open as Brian takes off your old ring and puts the golden on your finger. “Do you like it?” He sounds anxious as you simply stare at the ring and the way it shines beautifully with the natural light coming from the windows. “It’s beautiful,” you say, moving your hand so the light reflects off the ring. You finally look at him. “Did you say your mother gave you this?” He nods. “I can’t accept this,” you say, starting to take it off but he takes your hands to stop you. “Why not?” “Because it’s real, Bri! This diamond is real and probably worth good money, who knows how much your parents spent on it?” “It was my grandmother’s and she isn’t… she’s dead.” “Oh.” You look at the ring. “Still, why would your mother give me this? She barely knows me.” “Because she liked you and sees why I married you,” he said, cupping your cheek with his hand and caressing your skin with his thumb. “Besides, she saw you didn’t have a ring and said it was unacceptable. This is actually an engagement one but let’s ignore that.” You smile. “Alright, I’m going to keep it as long as you love me.” “Well, get used to it because you’re up for a long time,” Brian says and brings you to his lap to give you a soft kiss.

#brian may x reader #brian may x you #brian may x y/n #brian may x female reader #brian may fanfic #brian may fanfiction

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fearsmagazine · 3 years

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HELD - Review

DISTRIBUTOR: Magnet Releasing

SYNOPSIS: Emma (Awbrey) and Henry's (Johnson) marriage is losing its spark. In an effort to reconnect, they vacation to a remote high-end rental, complete with automated smart house features and integrated security. However, after suspecting a nighttime intruder they decide to flee, only to become forcibly trapped inside by the automated security system. Emitting from the house, an unknown 'Voice' watches their every move through an array of hidden cameras, revealing an intimate and unsettling knowledge of their relationship. While the situation grows increasingly brutal, Emma and Henry must work together to uncover the truth and find a way out before it's too late.

REVIEW: In order to discuss elements of HELD there will be some spoilers. No major reveals, but some plot reveals will be addressed.

Given all that has been in the zeitgeist these past two years it is with little wonder that some of these issues should filter into entertainment. While you might see words like thriller, psychological, etc., just to describe these films almost all of them will include horror. It mostly likely begins in 2004 with “SAW” and the question of justice, which went on to spawn a franchise that some dubbed “torture porn.”

Then there is the 2020 film written and directed by Gerard Bush and Christopher Renz, “Antebellum.” The hero is an Africian American female civil rights and empowerment speaker who is abducted and taken to a modern working plantation with all the trappings of the Southern Confederacy and its atrocities. It’s a chilling tale that addresses many contemporary issues in a terrifying tale. As entertainment I would be hard pressed to say there was anything “entertaining” about it. In a conspiracy theory riddled and fake news world we live in it is horrifying to consider that something like this could happen. If there are people who can believe in “PizzaGate,'' or the election was stolen, why couldn’t there be an operational confederate plantation somewhere south of the Mason-Dixon line where unspeakable atrocities are taking place. It is a nightmare of our times given life in the cinema.

Now there is HELD. We meet Emma and Henry who we think are taken prisoner in this luxury smarthouse. As they fight for their survival, the film makes a hard left when their captor makes an error and Emma uncovers the truth behind their situation. They are not being held captive and everything she thinks she knows is wrong. Henry has engaged the services of a company called Eden. Their promise is to recondition a wife so that she becomes a more docile, subservient, “housewife.” The mysterious voice is Henry’s accomplice in this charade to break Emma. The place they are in is only one of the numerous locations throughout the globe to aid husbands in transforming their spouse. Henry is not simply after the mind control package but he wants some hard evidence to use against Emma so she remains loyal.

Emma does overcome adversity and so some might consider HELD an anti-misogynistic horror film, especially in this era of the METOO movement. Again I’m not so sure. Although it is Travis Cluff and Chris Lofing who direct, it is written by the film’s female star, Jill Awbrey. So the film does have a feminie perspective. They put Emma through an ordeal, but here it is psychological and physical abuse. I found it painful as my family was raised with strong values and respect for women, and there were holidays where we gave of our time at women’s shelters. From a purely unemotional standpoint I get and understand what they are doing. However, is it entertainment? While it is a bitter pill to swallow, I did find it a bit disingenuous when Henry and the accomplice turn into these bumbling fools who begin to make numerous errors allowing Emma to best them. I think Emma deserved a bit better.

Held has an excellent cast, and I applaud Jill Awbrey for her acting and screenplay. There are some great effects, some excellent editing, the house is an amazing location, and the score by Richard Breakspear is extremely effective. Everything about the film draws the viewer in to take them on a harrowing cinematic journey.

HELD is a great film, a powerful viewing experience, but how do you recommend it? It certainly isn’t a Friday night dinner, popcorn, and a date movie. There are going to be some conversations after screening HELD. And therein lies the rub. HELD is not a film a viewer should go into totally blind to what they are about to experience, They need to be prepared. So I’m not sure if it is entertainment. It also left me with the nagging thought that if these filmmakers could imagine this might there be something like this actually in the world. Who wouldn’t think that at least once given our crazy times.While there are certainly many angles they could use to spinoff a sequel, I can only hope they move onto another, different story.

CAST: Jill Awbrey, Bart Johnson, Zack Gold, & Rez Kempton, CREW:. Directors - Chris Lofing & Travis Cluff; Screenplay - Jill Awbrey; Producers - Chris Lofing, Travis Cluff, & Kyle Gentz; Cinematographer - Kyle Gentz; Editors - Aaron Tharp & Andy Matthews; Score - Richard Breakspear; Costume Designer - Trina Short; Production Designer - Max Martinez; Special Effects - Renee Mason, Jason Moore, & Robert Vargas; Visual Effects - Lucas De La Torre. OFFICIAL: N.A. FACEBOOK: N.A. TWITTER: N.A. TRAILER: https://youtu.be/eiVLLrwcos8 RELEASE DATE: In theaters and on demand April 9th, 2021

**Until we can all head back into the theaters our “COVID Reel Value” will be similar to how you rate a film on digital platforms - 👍 (Like), 👌 (It’s just okay), or 👎 (Dislike) Reviewed by Joseph B Mauceri

#film review #movie review #magnet releasing #held #chris lofing #travis cluff #jill awbrey #horror #psychological #stalker #anti-misogynistic #joseph mauceri #joseph b mauceri

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welcome to the panic room

a little oneshot inspired by this incredible thing that @lilireinhartsboobs‘ made because she’s amazing and i lofe her.

There was a diner on the south side of town. A yellow banner with red lettering advertised the restaurant's Marvellous Grand Re-opening! over the door.

Jughead looked inside the windows wrapping around the single-story building, very underdressed as he watched a waitress in black slacks and a button-up moving from table to table with the same unimpressed look on her face, her brown hair pulled back in a tight bun.

Archie had practically begged him to come for lunch, oddly excited for a three-star diner with no particular appeal other than its supposed world-class burgers and service- only to cancel the second Jughead parked his motorbike in the gravel lot.

go in n enjoy urself dude! Archie had texted. just remember to mention u want a table 4 1. theyll take care of u.

Jughead let his shoulders slip a little in resignation as he took one last hit of the joint between his fingers before crushing it below his boot. If he was forced to sit through lunch at a restaurant he didn't even want to eat at, then in the very least he'd like to be hyper fixated on his meal (and whatever memes JB had sent him recently as he entertained himself on his phone).

He walked up to the front door, yanking it open before wandering over to the hostess stand. He waited obediently by the sign at the register, tapping out the melody to the song playing on the jukebox in the corner.

“How many?” the waitress from before asked as she started rifling through something on the flat top.

“Table for one,” Jughead said, not really thinking much of it as he glanced around the classic looking design of the inside of the diner. He glanced back at the waitress when he realized she hadn't moved, frowning when he noticed the serious expression on her face. “What?”

“Wait here.”

She walked away before he could ask what he was waiting for.

After a moment, a woman in a silky black dress appeared in the doorway behind the hostess stand; beyond the doorway was a long hallway lined with red walls and carpeting. Jughead blinked, wiping his eyes as if she would disappear from his vision.

“Table for one?”

Jughead nodded slowly.

“Follow me,” the woman purred, stepping back through the doorway before turning around.

Jughead glanced both ways as he followed.

Was he the only one seeing this? Maybe he wasn't reacting well to whatever strain he was smoking.

His heart leapt into his throat when the door closed behind him. What kind of murder house had Archie sent him to?

Jughead slowed for a moment when he heard smooth jazz curling down the corridor.

In Archie's defence; what kind of murder house played jazz?

Red light filtered in through the open door at the end of the hallway.

He followed the woman in black, stopping dead in his tracks at the end of the hallway. He gulped when his eyes met the prettiest shade of green.

A woman- the woman- Elizabeth Cooper, PI and detective extraordinaire smiled directly at him as she held herself upside down on a silver metal pole at the edge of the stage, a tight-fitting bra and panty set of matching red lacy material hugging her curves.

He took a deep breath, thinking back to the time he'd sat in the single chair across from her desk in her office two months prior, ranting on about the sinking suspicion that his first (and only) girlfriend had been cheating on him (she had), while Betty promised she'd get answers (she did). Afterwards, she'd declined payment, winking when she said she was in no rush to take his money.

He'd gotten lost in his head, only noticing Betty's eyes still trained on him as she descended from the stage. He contemplated running for only a moment before the loud growl of his stomach reminded him how hungry he was-

“Juggie?”

“Yeah,” he answered dumbly, knowing his face was red with embarrassment, though he suspected the red everything made it less noticeable…or maybe more. He shrugged out of his jacket without even thinking about it, offering the worn leather out to her. “I-” He paused, looking down at his hand.

He was so dumb; they weren't at prom or walking outside on a chilly night in some dumb rom-com, so why on earth would he offer her his jacket?

Betty's fingers wrapped around his wrist before she reached out to take the jacket from him. “You stumbled in here by accident, didn't you?”

“What?” He rolled his eyes, fighting down the urge to just turn around and pretend they never had this interaction. “No, I-” came to a strip club for lunch on a Tuesday because I'm a healthy individual with normal friends. Jughead paused, pursing his lips. “I have nothing.”

Betty smiled, taking his hand in hers, pulling him to a quiet table in the corner of the bar. “You get lost?” Betty teased, a knowing smile on her lips.

“Hey, maybe this is fun for me.”

“Really?” Betty hummed. “Jughead I barely even like girls Jones came to a strip club in his free time?”

Jughead rolled his eyes. “Maybe I came for the burgers.”

“Oh, you definitely came for the burgers,” Betty sighed. “I told them a table for one was a dumb code.”

“Maybe you're a dumb code.”

Betty smiled despite rolling her eyes. “Will a burger make you less cranky or do you just miss Chong?”

Of course, she knew he was high.

Jughead sighed, sinking down in his seat as his eyes closed. “Get me one and I'll think about it.”

She hummed, smiling warmly. “We can talk after my shift.”

“Is this a side gig?” Jughead wondered aloud, opening one eye as he looked over at her.

She shook her head. “No, I'm working on a case.”

Jughead hummed, nodding his head. He closed his eyes again, ignoring the vision of her upside down when he walked in as if that wouldn't be the only thing he'd see every time he closed his eyes for the foreseeable future. “You just happened to be good at the-” He paused, looking over at her as he stuck his leg out next to them, drawing the sweetest laugh from her lips. “Thing?”

“What can I say?” Betty shrugged a shoulder, glancing over at him with a coy smile on her lips. “I have powerful thighs.”

#lilireinhartsboobs #bughead #bughead fanfiction #bugheadfamily #bugheadcentral #betty x jughead #bughead edit #mood boards by me #rachael writes stuff

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Submission: {IIRC, submission format is bad. This is feminists-against-feminism, hopefully unedited by Mama Germany :^), and ill end my submission with “/submission”, and the rest, if anything, is mama-germany. Also, hopefully the paragraph breaks take, and if they dont…. welp…}

Imma be real with u chief, I dunno what you want me to do with this. I’m a Jew. I don’t like communism. I don’t actually live in Germany. And I’m not reading all this. Idk.

Karl Marx’s “On: The Jewish Question” seems a prototype for conflict theory, but has ‘the real jew’ as the 'Haves’ the in place of the 'bourgeois/rich/capitalist’ 'oppressor class’. Conflict theory, icydk, is the collectivist egalitarian pseudoscientific theoretical paradigm taught in sociology, underpinning essentially the whole social justice perspective, and directly encompassing marxist theory, feminist theory, critical race theory, critical theory, gender schema theory (and likely influenced John Money’s gender theory, and builds on gender theory), queer theory, gender critical theory, postmodern theory, lysenkoism (mostly abandoned), standpoint theory, post colonial theory, animal liberationism, and of course, intersedtional theory which synthesizes them all together wherever they can be synthesized. Marx said the nature of jews is huckstery, he said the real lofe manifestationnof the god of israel is money itself, he said eliminating money would render the jew an equal and normal person. His whole theory, and every conflict theory since, relies on the presupposition the indovodual is irrelevant and what matters is only the aggregate disparities between groups. This turns his theoey ultimately against all boundaries of the individual, their private property and necessarily their innate natural self ownership, their right to self ddetermination. Marx viewed liberalism/individualism as egoism. His whole family was actually jewish, IIRC, he just didnt succeed like they did, he was jealous and a mooch, kind of a beta, likely an aspie if i am to go off the symptomology. He hated them, he was jealous, he wanted success and they had it and he didnt, and so he was basically spot-on like the character Cain from hebrew legend.

Martin Luther. He wrote “On The Jews and Their Lies”. He described jews as piglets suckling from their mother pig, israel, and blamed jews for pretty much everything he viewed as wrong in society. He was basically the predocessor to Hitler and Marx. And one might actually say Marx was an additional predocessor to Hitler. I sure would posot that as likely, even if by proxy of Hitler being influenced by left socialists. I mean, he literally modified the marxist “'class struggle” into his own version of “the struggle”, “MY Struggle/Mein Kampf”. Which brings us to out next german collectivist philosopher. If youre picking up the theme im putting down.

Third subject, Hitler. Self explanatory. Jew-hating anti-egalitarian ethno socialist. Obviously fits in with the last two subject entries. BTW,I have a larger point to all this random pattern listing. One more.

Slightly diverging from hatred of jews, and more toward the begining of postmodernist thought, Max Horkheimer who said freedom and justice are incompatible opposites, and argued everything are oppressive social constructs, every letter and word and phrase and interaction. He said there is no way to know what a just society is, but that we can complain and struggle against the things we dont like and dont find just. And so if you also consider he in the same sitting said freedom and justice are opposites, and this was while summarizing his academic ideas to an interviewer, we can deduce he was directly opposed to freedom, despite considering himself anti-authoritarian…. Anyways, he was bonkers, hope you dont live near Frankfurt, theyre bonkers around them parts, and i know someone who has told me firsthand just how horkheimer style bonkers that town is.

{Honorary mentions. The Kaiser Friedrich Wilhelm Viktor Albert. Although there was clearly nuance here, Prussia WAS part of the German Empire, but the german youth injunction/sinker was still set in him, to which collectivism was his driver/floatation. He was a nationalist and refused advisors compelling him into an anti-left policy. Honorary mention 2. Antifasciste Aktion, the communist vanguard formed by the german communist party, the KPD, formed to forght fire with fire, using brownshirt tactics against the brownshirts (to whom they lost).}

All four, all German. All of them. 5 if we include the Kaiser. The father of protestantism, the father of communism, the left reformer whos students sparked the “New Left” movement, and Hitler, HITLER. ALL GERMAN. Which is not an implicit racial claim im implying, but one about a sour philosophy. I refer to this as German Collectivism. It is the archetype if collectivism which germany seems particularly possessed by. These have ravaged the whole world, toppled entire nations and enslaved likely over two billion people considering just the PRC, USSR, and Nazi Germany esp with its labir camps. Luther could be viewed as the origin, certainly the origin of modern german collectivism (protestantism & lutherean conspiracy theory, left socialism, and nazism), but the purpose of germany has not changed through any of its past or present phases. It’s purpose seems to be unintentionally destroying itself in the process of intentionally trying to destroy the rest of Europe in attempt to conquer Europe and/or the world. Maybe it came from its clash with Rome, and it never left that modality of picking away at its neighbors. Perhaps its influence from the abrahamic faiths it long traded with, maybe that caused the sort of over-populate-and-make-conquest-youth-army kind of societal reproductive modality, by influence of the abrahamic faiths that did that in the middle east for millennia (with obvious great success, whereas Germany fails at the same niche). Maybe it’s because of their empire-orientation, their pre-lutherean state where they were catholic, and so the culture, thinkers and leaders became oriented toward empire. I dont know. But i do know Hitler, the Kaiser, and Marx were all three alienated children who were very disturbed, and assume Horkheimer and Martin Luther were of similar origins, it seems the common theme among these german influences. Disturbed children make for great communists, and germany has long been riddled with communists. Communists & new left communists like intersectionalists have been frequently compared to a religion, and germany was previously, according to Neitzsche who overtly shared my distain for German philosophy (to my surprise, i love him even more now), he said it seemed to him 4/5 people in germany were part of protestant clergy. The whole state seems in an unending modality if one total hegemonic culthood after another.

The purpose for german collectivism being so consistently against jews, i assume. It is that jews are very successful on average by comparison to every other category in the west. So theyre integral to the structure of society, particularly around power. So to do the sort of semetic strategy, the strategy of Mohammad and Moses, the strategy of just toppling societies and inheriting the remains, in the west, one must (perhaps in a sidenote of historical irony) go through the jews. If they want to make their collectivist totalitarian ideology dominate, they have to go full cain, and stab their brothers - the jews. And just as stabbing Abel didnt wirk well for Cain, obviously taking out the most success oriented demographic (OF WHICH THERE ARE TWO) in your country is not going to work well for Germany. The other the German Collectivist opposes is the individualist - the English liberal, the stoic, the empiricist, the existentialist, the naturalist, the skeptic, these sorts. These sorts of ideas bring success, and so the authoritarian german collectivist requires their demise as well. The Kaiser hated types like us, the Fuhror hated types like us, marx hated types like us, Horkheimer, and Luther to a clear extent.

i should mention, im not a supernaturalist, the supernatural is all metaphor taken as superstition, im woth Neitszche. Theres certainly no supernatural, and race is a politically meaningless concept to me. But what is contained within the borders of germany…. There seems to be an eccentric kook persona, as a sort of cultural clone prevalent in germany, parallel to the American redneck or hillbilly. Theyre not all terrible people, but theyre often super fucked up like longislanders are in NY, or hillbillies from appalachia, or rednecks from alabama. Or just extremely eccentric like a german lady i knew IRL or Joerge Sprave, or oh my god, Max Horkheimer the kook. And it doesnt miss the city, theyre like that, but converted to progressive ideology. Crazy brutes from yesteryear, mostly tamed, or stubby and eccentric out the wazoo, or tall frail and vegan and metro af. And it’s not limited to the old german. Einstein, (not shitting in einstein, not calling him collectivist, but) absolute weirdo jewish german, Horkheimer, absolute nut job, jewish german, Marx, jewish family, the only correlation is they lived in Germany, like Hitler, the SS, and the kaiser. Even the nations east of them who share similar culture, look at Freud, absolutely a german collectivist type, but from Austria, which today is apparently an ethno national socialist state in all but admission. Prussia influenced the Kaiser’s collectivism. Even people i know from america who have all german ancestry and only third gen american, theyre bonkers, like ICP & Twisted clown-rap omega bonkers, and believe in shit like vampires and wicca and werewolf “lychen”. Oh, and i forgot to mention in summarizing Hitler, his wackjob supernaturalist beliefs. What is that? Why is this so normal there for so long and nowhere else for so long? It seems to spread from there more than anywhere else.

It has to be cultural, and deep seeded. It can be changed, and it needs to be. A german lady mutual of mine sees it and is clearly very weighted by it; i was hindered by it drastically, and i live in America. The nihilism, the self hatred, the narcissism, the psychopathy, the selective empathy (ie, selective psychopathy), the tribalism, the scapegoating. You live in germany, you must see it. You dont seem to like sj or right socialism. You seem closer to an individualist. A westerner despite Germany.

Would you consider it a real phenomenon? 'German Collectivism’? A label for describing the seeming german modality of collectivist government and the german philosophical origin of the majority of world’s largest, most wide spread, and deadly collectivist movements? Particularly today regarding the medium of marxian/intersectional conflict theory ideology? I can easily empirically trace intersectionalism and the french fake-gobbldigook-espousing 'intellectuals’ Peterson points at, back to the ideas of Marx (a german). What are your thoughts on it? What caused it? Why is it so historically persistent to this day? It’s still trying to domineer and control Europe via the proxy of the EU. And what the hell is wrong with so many (#notall) German children?! Or, likely, should i moreso be asking about ***the (#notall) parents***? But today, those parents were raised by nazis, or people raised by nazis. (#notall) but those nazis were raised by communists and imperialists, and those imperialists and communists were raised by communists and lutherean protestants, and those communists and lutherean protestants were raised by more protestants, and then catholics before them, and tribalist pagans before them. The hegemony is just unending waves of wacky who begat waves of wacky. Id like to see the origin of this crap fixed, see germany liberalized, just to show german collectivism undone SOMEWHERE it has been established for once, and in Germany itself no less. My first thought is just end the EU.

Is it real? What’s the cause? How do we undo it?

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Carnival Date Larry x fem reader

Him and Sal came up for the idea while in town together.

Lisa and you were at the apartments and she sent Larry into town to look for a part.

The two discussed the idea over lunch

"So you said you wanted my advice on something?"

"Oh yeah! So dude my 1 year anniversary with (Y/n) is coming up and I want to do something special but I've never been good at that romantic shit. I thought maybe I'd take her to a nice restaurant but that's so cliche."

"Did (Y/n) say she wanted to do anything specific? Maybe just ask her?"

"I would but I know exactly what she'll say. She'll tell me we should spend it in our pjs cuddled up in my bed watching a movie or playing games."

"Ha she really is perfect for you huh?"

"Exactly she's perfect dude! And we do that most weekends we hang out. I want to do something special for her because of how amazing she is to me. I mean do you know what shes doing today?"

"What's that man?"

"She's helping mom clean up Charlie's old apartment. I guess Mr. Addison wants to get it cleaned up for new tenants. When mom and I were in there this morning and she realized she'd need the parts from the hardware store (y/n) volunteered to help her."

"She is really nice. Plus she seems to make you a lot happier."

They finished their quick meal still unsure of what to do leaving Larry a tiny bit frustrated.

Despite a few decent ideas between the two they weren't able to come up with anything that he felt was good enough for his girl.

When the two were checking out at the local hardware store Larry noticed a particularly colorful flyer in the window.

"Hey Mr. Wilks is that carnival flyer new?"

"Oh yeah some of those carny folk came by and hung that up just yesterday. They also gave me some to hand out if you'd like."

The colorful flyer made a brilliant idea pop into his head.

"Sure man I'll take one."

"Sweet a carnival would be fun."

"What if that's what if I took (Y/n) there for our anniversary?"

Sal nod happily seeing the brilliance in the idea also considering asking Travis.

Grabbing both the flyer and the bags the boys left the hardware store picking up some lunch for the girls before heading back go the apartments.

Two weeks had passed and if was the Saturday of Larry's and (y/n)'s year anniversary.

Larry had saved up some money for the last two weeks.

He did anything and everything to earn even a little money.

Mow lawns? Yep

Run errands for older residents? Definitely

Stand out on streets and sketch people? Every Friday.

Selling his supply of pot? You bet.

You would join him for dinner thinking that was all that was planned.

Lisa had helped him prepare a really nice meal.

Despite it being like your millionth date together he was still nervous redoing his hair at least ten times

When he opened the door to you, you were dressed so beautifully he felt his actual jaw drop.

"Woah you look fucking amazing love!"

Ash had helped you pick out an outfit of a black cami tank top, a high waisted purple plaid skirt that went slightly above your knees, knee high tights with ribbons on the knees, and of course your black converse. I

ts moments like these that made Larry realise how much of a goddess you truly are.

"I'm a lucky bastard."

You giggled with a blush before standing on your toes to kiss him on the cheek.

"You look amazing too Larry." You beamed.

Larry was dressed in a dark red button up and his ripped black jeans. I gently grabbed her hand leading her to the table that was nicely set with everything all out and warm.

With the wonderful smell and how beautiful the Johnson dinner table looked you smiled turning around and wrapping you arms around Larry.

"Oh Larry this is so nice!"

He hugged you back but let out a small chuckle.

The two of you took your seats and began eating.

"This is just dinner babe the real fun comes later tonight." He winked giving you a quick kiss on the lips in between taking bites.

You blushed letting out that adorable laugh that Larry loved.

"I figured Lar it's not one of our dates without something happening in the bedroom."

He quickly realized you had thought that he was making one of his pervy jokes.

"Wait no no no! We're going somewhere after this. And it's not a sex thing."

This made you perk your head up confused and interested.

You smiled playfully pushing his arm.

"Are we gonna go see a movie? I didnt think the theater was showing anything you'd like."

"Nope and I'm not telling you so eat." He chuckled making you fake pout your lips.

Once the food was finished he grabbed his wallet and keys as well as a black sanitys fall jacket in case you got cold.

The whole car ride he teased you about where you were going.

"Please just tell me Lar!" You pleaded with a giggle.

"Nope. Sorry love you'll just have to wait and see." He chuckled.

Soon enough he pulled into the parking lot turning to face you once he shut off the engine.

Your eyes were already huge and filled with excitement.

"You're taking me to the carnival?!"

"Yep Sal and I found the flyer in town and thought it would be perfect." He said with a nervous laugh.

He was really hoping this idea would be special enough for you.

"Larry that's so cool! Thank you!" You cheered leaning over and hugging him tightly.

He hugged you back letting out a relieved sigh, so good so far.

Once the two of you got your wristbands you decided to head to the games section first.

You both played a few of the games together having a bit of a friendly competition.

At the last booth there was a Teddy Bear with a little plastic guitar.

As soon as Larry Saw it he knew it had to be yours.

Since it was a basket ball game it didnt take Larry too long to figure out out.

Sure enough after like 6 tries the small bear was yours.

He turned around handing it to you proudly

Of course you responded by hugging him tightly and kissing him on the lips.

The first ride you both rode was a roller coaster, Larry's favorite.

He made sure to hold onto you tightly whether you needed it or not.

The next ride was the tunnel of love they had set up.

AS you can imagine Larry got quite handsy making out with you the whole time.

The last ride was of course the ferris wheel and Larry had timed it perfectly that you were on the ferris wheel at sunset.

The first thing he did was take out his phone and take a photo of the love of his life followed by a selfie of both of you.

The next thing he did as the temperature had dropped quite a bit was wrap his jacket around your shoulders.

"You always look so hot in my clothes."

He smiled leaning down and kissing you softly.

When you two pulled apart you laid your head against him and he wrapped an arm around you.

"This has been so perfect Lar thank you so much."

"Honeslty love I should be thanking you. Everything is perfect with you by my side. Ever since you and I met my lofe has been so much brighter, happier, and all around better. It's like before you came around I was wondering around in one of my drawings. Life was flat, black and white, and sometimes pretty scary. Then I met you, and all of a sudden my life was colored in and beautiful. You're like the Sunshine breaking through the grey storm clouds. I was gonna buy you something nice but my mom suggested this instead. It was what my dad gave to her on their 1st anniversary. I replaced the chain but basically when he gave it to her he said that she was his sun because his world would be incomplete without her. And I think that's so accurate for how alone I'd go back to being without you."

He held out a box with a beautiful necklace with a sun pendant.

You pulled out your own gift for him but it was in an envelope.

"I figured you would be so concerned about doing something special for me that you would forget these just went on sale."

"Holy shit! Holy shit!"

With a perked eyebrow he took the envelope opening it up carefully to reveal three Sanitys Fall tickets.

"It's for their show in a couple months. And theres a ticket for all three of us."

Lardy didn't hesitate to hug you tighter than ever before

"Holy shit I love you! I love you so much!"

You giggled hugging him back.

When you pulled apart he helped you get the necklace on and you couldn't help but admire it.

As you two were walking out to his car that night he lifted you up on his back the whole way.

On the car ride home you ended up briefly falling asleep making him admire you as much as possible without wrecking.

"I'm so gonna marry you some day love."

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Strange Magic Fanfic - “A Highway Passion Play”, Part One

Here’s my (VERY belated) contribution to the start of Month of Lofe for the Strange Magic Fandom! I was originally going to make this a whole fanfic, but I’ve decided to divide it into two parts with each one giving focus to our lovely couples!

The two types of love the week focused on were Eros (sexual or passionate love) and Ludus (playful and/or uncommitted love). One of the suggested ideas was a Car Trip AU, which I have always wanted to attempt!

Part One will focus on Potionless and Ludus, though I also think there’s a healthy helping of Storge (a slow developing, friendship-based love). I think that just proves that Love can not and will not be easily classified or confined!

Part Two will focus on Butterfly Bog in an continuation of this AU, with five guesses going as to what type of love theirs will be...

As always, I hope you enjoy!

One would say that ambitions and bucket-lists were synonyms, but Dawn understood that ambition was merely the fuel for such an endeavor – you could only get so far if you had enough in your tank. In that metaphorical regard, all four of them were fine.

Unfortunately, the same could not be said for the lemon they were driving.

For the third time the cheerful chime of the gas tank sounded, its song quickly followed by a chorus of groans, Dawn and Sunny’s weary and Marianne’s full of frustrated acceptance.

But Bog’s was near a snarl as he glared at the dash, blue eyes bright and baleful as he stabbed an accusatory finger at it. “This is wha’ we get fer not stoppin’ at a motel–”

“We need to cover ground if we want to make it to New Mexico by Thursday,” Marianne replied, tipping her head back in a sigh, the glow of perspiration across her taut tendons highlighting the elegance of its arched state.

With what energy the heat of the desert hadn’t managed to steal, Dawn had to admire how her sister managed to wear messiness so magnificently, sun and sweat and eight hours on the road be damned, the gusts warm wind only ruffling her pixie cut into a positively stylish disarray. Dawn wearily pushed her hand through her own damp curls, already dreaming of cool showers and air conditioning and ice machines as Marianne continued on. “We passed a station like a while back. We’ll go back, fill up, grab some gas containers, then Sunny and I can switch–”

“Sunny stays here,” Dawn interrupted, her eyes closed as she leaned against her best friend’s shoulder. God, how did he manage to stay so cool? “He’s my personal ice pack.”

Sunny’s laugh rumbled through her before cool fingers swiped over her brow, and Dawn wondered at the sheer saintliness he contained that he was able to wipe away another person’s sweat without even a shudder. “First rule of road trips, Dawn, we do not ignore Marianne’s schedule. Second rule of road trips–”

“–we do NOT ignore Marianne’s schedule,” the whole car chorused on cue, Marianne’s voice especially empathetic. Even as the words left her mouth, Dawn knew she wouldn’t win this battle. But oh, dear God, the heat–!

“Can we at least blast the air conditioning?” she asked with pained hopefulness.

“The windows are open, stick your head out,” Bog replied with no small amount of grumpiness, stretching his body as hard as he could in the front passenger seat, the long line of his lanky body giving several snaps cracks and pops.

Dawn draped her leg over his shoulder to delicately stick her big toe in his ear, making him jolt. “That’s not a viable option and you know it, Mister I Wear A Tee Shirt and Jeans No Matter What The Weather’s Like–”

“When we get to the gas station, I’ll see if they have a cold compress or something,” Marianne promised, shoving her sunglasses down to meet her sister’s eyes. “We can’t risk the air conditioning just yet, not until we find an auto shop. If our personal mechanic can’t figure it out–”

“We really don’t want to chance it,” Bog finished grimly, and Dawn knew that was that. If Boggy was putting his grease monkey pride aside to admit the car had stumped him, they couldn’t tempt fate. They had already had to switch out a tire, they didn’t need anything else slowing them down. Especially my whining.

Dawn slumped back against Sunny, out of sorts and upset that she was so. “Guys, I’m sorry, I am, I wish I wasn’t so freaking sensitive about heat–”

Bog grabbed her foot back, his whole hand dwarfing it easily, her heel cradled in his callused palm. “None o’ tha’, lassie. Some flowers are desert born an’ bred, yer just not in yer appropriate climate.”

Dawn pursed her lips at him, trying to keep her smile back. “Why are you’re still on this Treat Dawn Like A Flower kick?”

“Because ye are,” Bog replied easily, giving her ankle a tickle.

Dawn shrieked and the resulting flailing of her foot to escape those fingers had her nearly kicking Marianne in the head.

“Hey!” The sunglasses came down once more, and the scorch of the desert had nothing on those amber eyes set in a glare. “Can we NOT take out the driver while she’s making an ambiguously legal U turn?”

“Ambiguously legal meaning incredibly illegal but there’s no cops here?” Sunny interjected dryly.

“You get me, Sunny.”

“Sorry,” Dawn winced, taking her foot back. She cocked her head at Bog. “Why isn’t Marianne a flower?”

“I’m a weed,” Marianne promptly answered.

Bog rolled his eyes. “Weeds can still be flowers, Tough Girl. You’re just different.”

Marianne smirked, the plum line of her lips twisting wryly. “I’ve been told.”

Bog chuckled and looked across at the petite driver, and there was no small amount of affection and pride in his voice. “That’s what I like.”

There was a distinct softness to those blue eyes, and Dawn felt her heart get pittery-pattery on her sister’s behalf since she had to focus on the road. But there was now a flush to her sister’s cheeks that had nothing to do with the heat, and Dawn bit down on the squeal burgeoning in her. Oh God, please please please let this be the trip where they finally––

There was a CRUNCH of gravel, metal and rubber, and Dawn found her body being caught by her seatbelt and the air knocked out of her lungs. After several seconds of nausea and confusion, she looked around, getting her bearings, her ears ringing and her neck sore. “What the hell was that?”

“The pothole from hell,” Marianne muttered, steering the car to the side of the road as quick as she could. She then looked out of her window before slamming her hands down on the steering wheel with a snarl. “FUCK! It took out the back wheel!”

“So now we don’t have gas and we have to replace another wheel?” Dawn said, her voice getting higher as panic rose within her.

Bog unbuckled his belt and turned around, his frown born both of rage and worry. “The car’s a fuckin’ lemon, but at least the seatbelts work. Everyone okay?”

Marianne and Sunny gave assents and Dawn went to nod before wincing, her neck throbbing. “I think I got a little whiplash…”

Marianne immediately turned around, leaning over her seat and whipping off her sunglasses to inspect her baby sister, her fingers carefully prodding along Dawn’s collar, semesters of med school obvious in her touch. Nonetheless, Dawn leaned away. “Marianne, it’s fine, I’m fine…”

“No, you’re not,” Marianne retorted, the iron of her voice at odds with the warm concern in her eyes. “You need ice.”

Bog yanked his phone out of the car charger, looking at the screen and then down the road, grimacing under the hot sun. “Map says we’re about half an hour walkin’ distance away from tha’ gas station. We can call a tow truck there, have them take this to a shop, get this shit sorted out…”

Dawn shook her head instinctively and had to bite down at the yelp of pain that resulted, making Sunny place a concerned hand on her shoulder. “That’s gonna strain our budget!”

“An emergency is an emergency,” Marianne said, already riffling through her wallet. “Sunny, who gave you this piece of shit?”

Sunny’s sigh was low and full of shame. “Ten guesses who and the first nine don’t count.”

“Fucking Roland,” Marianne spat. “I bet he charged you full price too, right?”

Sunny nodded, his hands balling into futile fists on Dawn’s shoulders. “God, I’m such a stupid sucker, I should’ve known–”

“Just because my ex is a manipulative asshole who will rot in car salesmen hell doesn’t make you stupid,” Marianne interjected, finally pulling out a credit card. A sweetly evil smile slid upon her face. “But it is going to make using this to pay for everything a whole hell of a lot sweeter. I knew I swiped it for a reason.”

Bog stopped grimacing to stare at the piece of plastic with unholy wonder and glee in his gaze. “Ye did nae.”

Marianne favored him with a particularly vicious smirk. “Hell hath no fury like a Marianne Fairfield scorned. And if Roland wants to complain, I’ll tell Dad that Dawn was injured in one of the cars he sold.” She grabbed her hat out of the car, then pointed at Sunny and Dawn. “Sunny, keep an eye on her. Bog and I will be back as quick as we can with a new car.”

“What if you’re not back before dark?” Dawn asked, trying to keep the worry out of her voice – as hot as the desert was now, she knew how quickly the cold came at night.

“You can set up the tent, and we’ve got the blankets and sleeping bags,” Marianne reminded her as she grabbed their water bottles from the front. She then grinned. “And you have my permission to set the car on fire if you need the extra heat.”

Bog and Sunny both snorted, and Dawn couldn’t help joining in. When in doubt, set something that belonged to Roland on fire. Truly words Marianne lived by.

After slapping on sun screen and their respective hats, Bog and Marianne went off down the road, the sight of them soon rippling with heat. Dawn bit back a worried sigh. Marianne always said it was her job to worry about her sister, but…

“She’ll be fine.” Sunny patted Dawn’s shoulder, his brown gaze so full of comfort. “They’ll both be fine. Bog’s always ready for a fight, and your sister–”

“–can take care of herself,” Dawn finished, her shoulders slumping in resignation. She could, and she would, but still…

She continued to watch down the road, and Sunny leaned back against the car seat, taking off his bandana and wiping it across his face with a groan. “Honestly, when you think about it, this is good for them.”

Dawn whipped her head to look at him, disbelief scrunching up her forehead and making her ignore the twinge in her neck. “Good for them?”

Sunny shrugged at her, putting his feet up and resting his arms on his knees. “Yeah, don’t you think? They get to be alone for a bit. After all, the only thing that’s rivaled this heat is their–” he lowered his voice dramatically, waggling his eyebrows, “–smoldering sexual tension.”

Throwing back her head in laughter was probably incredibly counterproductive to her injury, but Dawn couldn’t help herself. “Oh, God, yes. I swear, I thought Marianne was going to pounce on him when he was all bent over and fixing the engine yesterday. Never mind that he wore that raggedy undershirt instead of one of those tee-shirts today–”

“–don’t knock undershirts, Dawn, it’s too hot for anything else,” Sunny grinned.

Dawn, still giggling, looked up back at him and—

Oh, yeah, he was also wearing an undershirt, the black cotton hugging his torso like a second skin, the lean muscles of his abs apparent even through the fabric—

And his skin, it was so golden brown and glowing, he looked so—

Dawn blinked before giving her head a little shake, and immediately regretted doing so, reaching her hand up to where her neck throbbed. “Ouch…”

Sunny sat up in concern and she waved a hand at him, trying to keep her voice light. “I hope whatever ice they manage to find survives the trip back.”

Sunny eyed her neck, his mouth taking on a twist of concern, before he hopped out of the car and went to the trunk, popping it open. “Set yourself down in the back, Dawn, I think I’ve got something for you.”

Dawn did as he said, and it was only due to how her neck throbbed that she kept herself from looking curiously after him as he rustled away in the trunk. “You think? What are you talking about, Sunny?”

Sunny came back to the side door, carrying some blankets and towels under one arm, their pillows under the other while his one free hand clutched at both their cooler and the portable radio his father passed onto him. He quickly put his supplies down, handing Dawn the cooler before he started arranging the blankets and pillow on the ground. “It should be right up near the top, in the left corner. After that, put our water bottles in there, keep them cool. I just need to take care of this…”

Dawn opened the cooler, wary of how long it would take her to find whatever Sunny had for her what with how the heat would melt the ice in it the longer she had it open. Thankfully, her eyes fell on them almost immediately and widened. “Sunny, these are from the last motel–!”

Sunny snorted. “That manager was a racist, sexist jerk, Dawn. I think swiping a few washcloths is more than fair. Besides, I know how funky you get when it gets super hot, your needs trumps his ownership.”

Dawn handled the frozen washcloths like they were dipped in gold, her eyes worshipful and wondering as she looked at Sunny. “But…how did you freeze them?”

“Stuck them in the mini fridge’s freezer last night. Thought it was best to be prepared.” He grinned at her. “Go on, slap one on.”

Dawn did so, and immediately let her eyes close in sheer bliss, the coolness of the cloth a balm on her sweaty skin, her tender neck…

She swiftly put the rest of the washcloths and their water bottles in the cooler before getting back to her tiny little heaven in the midst of all this heat, while Sunny rustled around the car, pulling this and that out.

There came a cough, and Dawn opened her eyes to where Sunny stood, his arms spread wide and his smile proud. “Bienvenido a la Casa de Sunny!”

Two makeshift beds now lay on the desert floor, along with the beach chairs and their enormous beach umbrella that Dawn had known they would eventually need. She clapped her hands, delighted. “Sunny! Eso es fantástico!”

She paused, her fingers curling in worry. “But, desert floors can be thirty degrees hotter than the air, I’ve looked it up—”

“That’s what we have the beach chairs floor,” Sunny said, shrugging his shoulders. “And I figured that as soon as the umbrella shade cools it, we’ll be okay as long as we have the blankets and towels between us and the ground. Besides, that car is gonna be an oven, you can’t stay in there.”

Dawn practically skipped over to him and his handmade oasis, blue eyes bright and smile thankful. “I swear, you take care of everything, I don’t know what my anxious ass would do without you–”

Sunny shrugged, but she could have sworn his cheeks got darker with a blush. “Just all that time spent building forts paying off, is all.”

Dawn sank into one of the beach chairs with a sigh, settling the cooler between them and fiddling with the radio, searching through the static for a station. “God, do you remember how long we fought over whether the name of our fort would be Fairy Fort and Pixie Palace?”

Sunny sat next to her with a sigh before giving her a sly glance. “I remember how you wouldn’t even consider Elf Village—”

“That had no alliteration!”

“—and how Dad had to give you lessons on how to properly use a hammer.”

“Then I hit my thumb and refused to pick it up the rest of the day,” Dawn said, giving a soft roll of her eyes but smiling. She rolled the knob on the radio once more, and music began to pipe through, though still patchy with static. “I give Marianne so much hell over her clumsiness, but it’s honestly a wonder I made it through childhood in one piece considering how we played.”

“Yeah, we loved our adventures…” Sunny’s grin softened, nostalgia in his eyes. “I remember you crying after that accident, how you wouldn’t stop until I distracted you.”

Just then, the static from the radio cleared, and a song they knew all too well began to play, sweet and strong. They looked at each other with wide eyes, and Dawn’s smile grew till the sunshine couldn’t match its brilliance. “That was the first time you sang it to me…”

“Don’t worry…about a thing…” Sunny’s voice was at once strong and soft over the sun baked sand as he sang along with the radio, his crooning curling over Dawn with the same comfort the cool washcloth had. “’Cause every little thing…is gonna be alright…”

Dawn tapped her feet, swung her head, and wriggled her fingers to the music, letting the song sink over her like the water of a lake. God, but if this song didn’t capture Sunny, nothing did. Upbeat, joyful, full of comfort and assurance, always shaking her free and calming her down whenever her insecurities and anxieties took her captive. From the very start, he had eased her pain, soothed her soul. Because of him, her childhood had been so sweet.

He makes my life so sweet.

Dawn’s head paused in mid-roll, her fingers mid snap.

All her life, she had never questioned Sunny being in it – he was simply there, simply a part of it, of her. She could scarcely imagine her life, herself, without him. It would be like removing her heart from her body and expecting her to keep living.

A strange sort of buzz filled Dawn’s ears, one that had nothing to do with being overwhelmed by the heat. To her distant surprise, it was actually a sweet sensation, like champagne bubbles bubbling up under her skin, exploding with excitement, sending sweetness swirling through her.

She had always loved Sunny, and despite what some had whispered, she had never taken him for granted. He was her dearest friend, her most beloved playmate.

Play.

A damp curl fell to her forehead, and Dawn idly twisted it with a finger, watching the flaxen lock flex as she thought. She had always been playful, always loved her fun, flirty and flighty and fervent in equal turns, and Sunny had never complained, never, not once, even when—

Even when I had never been so with him.

She had played with him, certainly, the innocence of childhood fueling so many excited expeditions, but now…

Dawn dropped her hand and looked at Sunny, still singing, his eyes closed as he moved his head to the song, his shock of hair swaying.

…now maybe she could start another adventure with him?

An adult adventure.

But only if he was down to dance to that tune.

Dawn shook her head, hoping if Sunny saw he’d blame it on the music rather than the minor case of shock she was suddenly experiencing. God, why had it taken her so long to realize this?

She looked at him again and her sigh came out of her before she could stop it, full and heartfelt. Honestly, the question she should be asking is why did she take so long to notice Sunny was such a babe?

Although in retrospect, that group of giggling girls at that last gas station and how they had gazed at Sunny and the odd rash of irritation that had rushed over her probably should have been her first clue—

Sunny finished the song with a flourish, which Dawn gave its due applause, her heart hammering in time with her claps because oh God, oh my God, she’d just realized she might be legit crushing on Sunny for lord knows how long and—

A new song started, Whitney’s undeniable voice echoing over the sand, and Dawn immediately sat up, eyes wide. Of course!

Her beach chair scraped over the dry dirt as she got up, the movement making Sunny look at her in confusion, brow lowering over sweet brown eyes. “Wanna change the channel?”

“No,” Dawn said, and Sunny blinked as she beamed down at him, not caring about the sweat on her skin or the stinkin’ hot sand, not caring about anything else but him, him and her, here and now. Her voice was sweet and sincere, her smile pure and playful. “I wanna dance with somebody.”

Sunny’s eyes lost their squint, widening in surprise. “Is the heat getting to you, Dawn?”

“My heart’s getting to me,” Dawn replied, and with any other boy she would have screamed at letting such words loose, but with Sunny…with Sunny, she had nothing to fear, nothing to worry over. Don’t worry ‘bout a thing. “Took the stupid thing long enough.”

Sunny blinked again, looking as though the concept of breathing was soon to depart all together from his mind if something wasn’t done. Dawn offered him a helping hand, blue eyes meeting brown, and her voice was not a command, but a question. “Dance with me, Sunny?”

Because she wouldn’t take him for granted, she had never and she would never, even if this was just a crush, was just playing around, no commitment or anything holding them down, free to float on air and swing with songs—

And if that changed…

Well…like she said. No commitment. No rules.

Just playing with her best friend.

Sunny stared at her hand and then at her, and she could see him swallow, the soft bob of his adam’s apple so suddenly dear to her, every little thing about him was so dear now that she was seeing him—

Then he smiled, and not for the first time Dawn was struck by how appropriate his name was, it warmed her soul the way the actual sun never could, the brown of his eyes so bright and beautiful. “Always, baby girl.”

He rose then laughed, the sound soft and a bit embarrassed as he stepped to her. “We’ll just have to get creative in compensating for the height difference.”

“And the heat,” Dawn added, grasping his hands in hers and letting her feet move her closer to him, the soft spice of his scent tickling her nose like it always did. “No super fancy moves necessary, it’s not like we need to work up more of a sweat.”

Sunny’s laugh was no longer any kind of embarrassed, and it sang through Dawn like the sweetest song. When they began to swing dance, the lessons her mother had taught them forever in their bones, it was so easy, so very easy. It was if they had always done this, had always been ready for this moment. No practice was needed with this kind of playing, no learning was necessary for this kind of love.

Just sweetness and song and sand and Sunny, Sunny-Sunny-Sunny—

He sent her out in a spin over the sand, the sunshine around them sent into a spiral, and Dawn’s head whirled as she twirled, her heart so happy.

She didn’t know and didn’t care about anything else in that moment, not about what this dance meant, not about what would await the two of them tomorrow once the car was fixed and Boggy and Marianne came back, not about what Dad would say when this road trip ended and they came home.

She was playing a whole new game with her best friend, and Dawn knew he needed no promises from her, no commitments or confinements.

Dawn knew he loved her, as much as she loved him, and knowing that…

That meant she didn’t have to worry about a thing.

#month of lofe #suzie's strange magic fanfics #potionless #strange magic #strange magic fanfics #strange magic au #strange magic car trip au #I truly *do* love writing Potionless they're so sweet...#God it felt so good to write this!#next up...Bog and Marianne get to *play*...#*eyebrow waggle*

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