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lieblingspulli · 1 year

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House Latte: SKZ

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Jeongin x Fem Reader

Summary: Jeongin is really just trying to have a peaceful morning at his favorite coffee shop. But then he meets you. Under weird circumstances.

A/N: Hello hello, I'm back with a sweet fic for my baby boy Jeongin! A good song to listen to is The Mercy of The Wind by Million Eyes. I hope you enjoy!

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Jeongin has been going to the same coffee shop for years. Even though the JYP building has its own café, he still prefers to make the ten minute walk to his favorite shop that makes a wonderful house latte. He’s not a latte kinda guy, but this coffee shop’s cup of joe is the best drink he’s ever tasted in his life. Every morning, Jeongin walks to work at around 7:30 (unless it's a special schedule) and stops at this shop for the same large house blend latte. Sometimes he comes earlier to have his latte in house. It really is a great way to start his mornings. Chan teases him for acting like an old man even though he’s supposed to be the maknae of the group.

For the time being, Jeongin has been grabbing one large latte and a large americano to go, due to Jisung’s latest craving for newer flavors (as if he doesn’t just get the same order at different places). He should really just try making it at home at this point, Jeongin thinks. But, he’s not the type to complain, it gives him an excuse to make the trip. Today’s trip is no different.

Jeongin walked in around 7:50 ish, ordered his usual latte for here, and waited in the same spot he always does: the corner both next to the streetside view, across the way from the counter. He took out his notebook, jotted down some songs he thinks he might want to cover soon before the tour starts, and patiently people-watched until his order number was called. Jeongin really did appreciate that names aren’t called, he could just sit here, with a mask and a beanie, not having to worry about being recognized. He is an idol after all. The good thing is that this coffee shop is also quite secluded from the busier side of the street.

Today’s weather was miserable, Jeongin had to admit. It was rainy, windy, and cold. Even he struggled to make the walk, and even considered not coming. But Jeongin had a routine to uphold, and that was coffee. He observed the small trickle of people that were coming in seeking shelter and a hot beverage to warm them up. It sounded creepy, but Jeongin just liked to listen to what people ordered. Even though he ordered the same drink every morning, he still considered trying a new order if it struck his fancy.

Aside from the weather, Jeongin also observed that the cashier card reader is down, and it’s cash only today (which he had no problem with because he always carries cash, a tip he picked up from Seungmin). This meant that many people didn’t get to order what they wanted to, but some eventually came back after a quick trip to the atm. The coffee from here was just that good. As Jeongin sipped on his coffee, he relished in the warmth of the shop and the smell of freshly grinded coffee beans. Nothing beats this. Suddenly, Jeongin remembered he forgot his napkins from the counter. He got up, strolled over, and minded his own business as he took a couple from the pick up counter. However, just as he was about to turn around, Jeongin felt a mild warm splash on his sweater. He cluelessly looked down and then up, not really knowing what to do. His eyes met those of a shy, very pretty girl who was holding a partially empty cup and was covering her mouth, completely wide eyed at the events that just took place.

Jeongin looked down again at the stain and calmly proceeded to try to wipe off the brown stain, which clearly didn’t work on his cream colored sweater.

He looked back up and awkwardly stared at the girl. He wasn’t quite sure what to do. She was quite small, but very delicate. He couldn’t stop staring at her.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! I didn’t see you there and that guy over there just kinda pushed me, I really am sorry. I could buy you a new sweater, I-”

“Oh no, it’s fine. You said some guy pushed you?” Jeongin felt more concerned for this random girl than his own sweater at the moment.

The girl blinked a couple times, reeling from the question Jeongin had just asked. “Oh- yeah… The guy in the blue raincoat over there. He was arguing with the barista and I just had to pick up my coffee but he jostled me a bit. He didn’t really push me per se, but yea, I’m really sorry. I could really buy you a new one.” The girl’s face flushed from embarrassment. Jeongin felt bad, partially because some asshat just pushed a girl and partially because it’s always embarrassing to spill something on a stranger.

“It’s okay, really. I have an extra shirt somewhere in my bag. Did the guy at least apologize?” Jeongin scanned the cafe and spotted the guy still standing a couple feet away from them, arguing with the manager. How could he not hear them arguing before? Jeongin looked back at the girl who was inspecting her half spilled coffee. Why did Jeongin feel so bad for her? He wasn’t even the one who spilled coffee. Jeongin pursed his lips in thought.

“Let me get you another one then.” Jeongin blurted out. Even he was surprised at this. The girl was just as startled. “Oh, you don’t have to, in fact I should be treating you to one.” She had a panicked look on her face. Jeongin just shook his head and walked over to Mr. Blue Raincoat and the manager. Was he really doing this? I guess he was. There goes his peaceful morning.

Completely forgetting about his stained sweater, Jeongin walked up to the counter and interrupted the argument.

“Excuse me? Can I get another coffee for…” He looked back at the terrified girl and she blurted out, “Y/n.” “For Ms. Y/n? This kind man just pushed her and made her accidentally spill some coffee. Clearly.” He motioned towards his sweater. The manager of the shop made an O with his mouth and the guy simply scoffed.

“I didn’t even push her! I just tapped her, she was in my way. She shouldn’t be in someone’s way when they’re talking.” The guy rolled his eyes, but Jeongin just glared at him.

“Sir, respectfully, I wasn’t talking to you. I just want to make sure Y/n gets a refill, since you so kindly wasted half of her coffee.” His words were sharp, as was his glare. Jeongin felt satisfied at telling the guy off. He turned towards the manager and kindly went back to his request.

“If you could be so kind, I think she deserves another one please.” Jeongin smiled and the manager immediately nodded before calling for another coffee from a nearby barista. The guy huffed and turned to Jeongin. Uh-oh. The girl hid behind Jeongin and he tried to look as calm as possible, even though his heart was beating at a ridiculous rate. He wished Chan or Changbin hyung were here to save him right now.

“So now I got another idiot interrupting me too? What’s your problem?” The guy got up real close in Jeongin’s face. Jeongin stared at the man, unsure about where he should take this. Luckily, the manager returned with Y/n’s coffee and noticed the commotion. Jeongin tried to take a step back but bumped slightly into Y/n, to which he automatically lifted his hands to keep her behind him. He wasn’t sure what Y/n was thinking, but he could take a wild guess and say that it was fear or embarrassment or both.

“Sir, if you don’t take a step and calm down, we are going to have to call the police. Please step away.” The manager raised his voice. The man just scoffed again and angrily snatched his bag from the floor, muttering something about this establishment being the worst he’s ever been in. He then proceeded to leave. Jeongin took a deep breath and closed his eyes before remembering where he was. Oh yea, Y/n. He turned and whispered, “You alright?” before being met with your wide eyes. You just nodded and kept apologizing profusely. Jeongin blushed before bowing a bit and stuttering out a bunch of “It’s okay” and “Don’t worry about me.” The manager cleared his throat and called the attention of the both of you. You kept bowing deeply and apologizing before taking the remade coffee.

Before you could walk away, Jeongin slipped off his mask and quickly called your name.

“Hey, Y/n?”

“Yeah?” You turned to him quickly.

Jeongin gulped, you were even more beautiful than he noticed the first time.

“I was just going to ask if you’d like to join me? If you have the time of course, if not that’s fine too-”

“Sure!” You blurted out. Your face reddened. Jeongin scratched his neck and his ears reddened too.

“I’m sitting over there. Let me just change really quick.” Jeongin pointed at the corner booth before leading you to it. He took out his spare gym shirt and excused himself before running to the bathroom. He checked the time just as he pulled the new shirt over his head.

8:15. His schedule for the day started at 8:45. He’d have enough time right? If he was late, he’d just cite that his alarm never went off. Chan would understand.

Jeongin quickly checked his hair before walking back out to you, who was now sipping your hot drink and staring at the rain fall. Jeongin took in the sight of you before clearing his throat and sliding into the booth. Just as he sat down and moved his notebook, his knees accidentally bumped into yours. You jumped a bit and blushed.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.” You voiced. Jeongin’s face burned. “I didn’t mean to- I mean-”

“I never asked you for your name.” You interrupted Jeongin’s babbling. He froze before remembering this was his cue to talk. You shyly smiled.

“It’s Jeongin.” Jeongin’s voice cracked and he laughed nervously. Y/n ignored it, thankfully.

“I like your jacket. You’re really pretty-” Jeongin paused before quickly correcting himself. “I mean your jacket is pretty. Not that you’re not pretty but-” He quickly spiraled. You covered your mouth and looked down before giggling.

“You look pretty too.” You blushed and knocked your knee against his. Jeongin tried to keep his composure. Damn, she was pretty.

“Thanks. I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable.” He apologized and glanced at the rain covered window.

“No it’s okay. I feel way more comfortable than before. Thanks by the way.” Jeongin smiled at you and quickly cleared his throat.

“So- what brings you here?” Jeongin immediately regretted that. He sounded like Chan when he said, ‘you come around here often?’ He mentally slapped himself for that. You laughed.

“I heard about this cafe from a friend and decided to try it before I headed off to the park. You?” You took a sip from your coffee. Jeongin almost forgot he had coffee at all. “I’m actually a regular here. I come here every morning before work for their house latte. It’s pretty good.” Jeongin rambled. He felt more like an idiot by the second. You gently nudged his arm and raised an eyebrow.

“Can I give you my number?”

Jeongin stopped talking. Your number?

“Yes?”

“Are you sure?” You laughed at his tone.

“Definitely.”

“Okay then.” You turned to your bag and took out a receipt and a pen before scribbling your number on it. “Here. Let’s get some coffee, in different circumstances of course, sometime.” You smiled and Jeongin’s brain ceased to work. He took the receipt and stared at the numbers. You started to get up before Jeongin raised his voice.

“Wait- I have to tell you something.” He panicked. You stopped and tipped your head in response.

“I’m an idol. I actually work at JYP.”

“I know.” You simply stated. Jeongin felt shook. He opened his mouth and then closed it again. What?

“Oh, sorry, not in a creepy way. I just meant, as soon as you told me your name I recognized you.” You stuttered, trying to explain yourself. Jeongin breathed a sigh of relief. Oh. He thought he had a crazy fan on his hands.

“Are you okay with that? You know, giving me your number and all.” Jeongin tried to speak. You simply snickered and kept collecting your things.

“Jeongin, if I wasn’t okay with it, I wouldn’t have given you my number. Text me later so we can meet again okay?” You tapped the receipt before getting up, smiling and waving goodbye. Jeongin’s head spun. “Okay,” he whispered as you sauntered out the door. Jeongin stared at the receipt. You had written your name with a heart next to it. He sighed before gulping down his coffee and carefully tucking the receipt into his phone case. He couldn’t wait to text you later and the thought of your confidence brought a silly smile to his face.

A bell jingled as you opened the door to the coffee shop you frequented with your boyfriend most mornings. The smell of fresh coffee beans never failed to make you stop and smell. Unfortunately, your boyfriend was not as patient and nudged you forward.

“Hey! I was appreciating the smell.” You pouted and crossed your arms. Jeongin just rolled his eyes and pushed you forward by your shoulders. “Babe, you can do that when I’m ordering. It’s called multitasking.” You scoffed and struggled to keep the two of you from walking forward. Eventually you gave up and stopped in front of the counter. The barista smiled and greeted the both of you.

“Good morning! The usual for today?” The barista smiled and Jeongin shook his head. You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion.

“Not today. I want to order two house lattes please. Large and for here.” Jeongin confidently said. You rolled your eyes. Usually you got a lavender mocha and he got an americano since they removed the house latte from the menu.

“Babe, that’s not even on the menu anymore.” You stated, as a matter of fact. Jeongin hugged your shoulder and squeezed you into his side before smiling.

“I know, but today is the 2 year anniversary of when I first met you. I’m sure they can make it again right?” He turned towards the barista. The barista happily nodded and scribbled the order on a blank note.

“That’ll be right up. On the house.” The barista smiled. Jeongin smugly smirked at you before bowing his head to the barista and saying a firm thank you. You shook your head and let Jeongin lead you to the corner booth.

As soon as you sat down, across from him, Jeongin leaned forward to place his chin on his palms. You eyed him suspiciously.

“What now?” You huffed. He smiled and the corners of his eyelids crinkled. You found this quite endearing but you also had a facade to uphold.

“Remember when we first met here?”

“Unfortunately, yes. Why?”

He laughed.

“You spilled coffee on my sweater and profusely couldn’t stop apologizing, but all I could think about was how gorgeous you were, and still are.” Jeongin grabbed your hand with his free hand and toyed with your rings. “I was a mess that morning. I’m also pretty sure Chan scolded me for being late too.” You smiled at the thought of his older member scolding Jeongin, such a sweet little boy.

“Babe, you couldn’t even think straight. I just had to give you my number to shut you up.” You endearingly laughed. You rubbed his hand with your thumb. Jeongin pouted and pretended to be offended.

“That’s all it was?” He faked cried.

Suddenly, the barista brought two piping hot lattes out to your table. When he set them down, you could see the latte art formed two halves of a heart. You blushed and thanked him. Jeongin didn’t even notice the heart.

“Baby, look! They drew a heart with cream.” You giggled. Jeongin looked over and formed an O with his mouth.

“Woah, they really do know us.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I would hope so, with how often you drag me here.”

“Hey, they have great coffee and a great atmosphere too. You should appreciate it a little more.” Jeongin stated before taking a sip of his latte. You took a small sip and tasted the perfectly roasted coffee bean flavor and milk. It was like heaven. Jeongin really did have taste after all, you thought.

Jeongin looked up from his cup and gazed at you softly, wondering how miraculous you came into his life. Now, he sat here, getting coffee every morning, but this time it was with you. There was no one else he’d rather do this with than with you.

#SKZ #Straykids #Straykids x you #straykids x reader #straykids x y/n #Jeongin #I.n.#Bang chan #leeknow #changbin #hyunjin #felix #jisung #seungmin #you make stray kids stay #lovestay #goodnight!

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lunaticbronde · 2 years

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There is something clarifying about the written word. It puts your thoughts in order, and it allows your mind to free up and analiyze everything with more of an outsiders perspective.

It also feels more final, as if when you put your thoughts and feelings in writing they solidify.

I dont think I ever sent a letter. Maybe once, when I was still very little, but I would have a hard time remembering to whom or what kind of silly child things I put in there. But for all intents and purposes, i never did. I grew up already with Internet and even if cell phones were still in diapers, and i had my first flip phone when I was 15, there were easier, more immediate ways to communicate than writing a letter.

I think there is a certain charm to it, and im sad that it was one thing sure to be lost with the passing of decades. There is something final, and even romantic, to the idea of sitting down with a person in mind, and writing pages of thoughts and experiences you want to share. And it combines up nicely with my initial thought, it forces you to be sure of your mind, because you are not only putting in writing whats on it, you are sending it to someone else, essencially letting it go and trusting another person to take care of it, of any feelings or secrets you shared.

In a way, i actually think it brings people closer and makes them comunicate more than modern messaging apps, where everything is inmediate and you dont have to sit down and think what you want to communicate, you just talk. And what usually comes out of it is small, meaningless talk. You share less, you expose yourself less, because there is no need to go further, because the other person is there, in your phone, and you cant talk when ever you want. But you don't.

I write this all with a person in my mind, as I would if I were to write a letter to him. I suppose it sort of is, and maybe if i knew his address I would send it, if it would not make me look odd and crazy. That is another funny thing, i know quite a lot about him, and i have no idea where he lives. He is in quite a diferent time zone, that I do know.

I would write about my life, about my graduation. About my job. Maybe about this guy I have been seeing. With as much candor as I told him all about my life back when we met in Spain. I would tell him that summer sunshine is starting to show up here in the mornings, and that they are starting to feel like christmas to me. Sunny and windy. But that we are still in winter, and the roads are dangerous because of all the rain, so I havent been to my hometown since August and the rainy afternoons make me sad. I would ask him about autum, which is a season I still havent experienced, and if the leaves turn gold in his city, or if its just cold. Maybe I would even invite him to come over here in december or january, and escape the cold of his winter. And i would like to hear all the details of his life, how is the training going, where he is right now, if he feels happy in a new city, if he has made new friends. Anything.

But all I have is his phone number, and our last conversation was a short, meaningless one, exactly one month ago. And i find a wall between me and this person whom I confided in and who confided in me with some very personal conversations before we even knew who we were. Its a digital wall, made up of inmediate satisfaction and hedonism, that repels depth and meaning, and true feelings. Because we dont have to, because society has made introspection and delayed gratification obsolete, and nobody sits down half an hour, pen and paper, with someone else in mind.

#letters #thoughts #blog #personal blog

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bokubonk · 3 years

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i think i’m in love

content: fluff, coffee shop au

characters: sugawara x reader

date: 2/9/21

word count: 1.5k+

notes: this was inspired by “action!’ by DPRLive. It’s an amazing song so you guys should definitely give it a listen if you haven’t already. Also I’m not really satisfied with the way this turned out but I put way too much effort in to just not post it so I hope y’all like it even if it does suck.

He didn’t know how many days it had been. All he knew was the smell of coffee, the scent of your perfume that lingered every time you passed by, the colorful nail polish that never seemed to chip even though you spent hours tapping away on the keyboard of your laptop. All he knew was that he was in love and the one who irrevocably stole his heart was you.

You can’t really remember when the first time you came to the coffee shop was. It all happened in a blur of rainy days and the countless nights you spent awake studying for your finals and soon, you couldn’t imagine not stopping by and visiting what was now your favorite place to spend your free time.

It was a little shop, located in a corner that not many people knew about. Mostly, those who came wanted to keep the shop a secret, it was a sort of escape from the real world for those who visited. Anyone who stumbled upon the coffee shop inevitably fell in love with not only the coffee and the pastries, but also the owners: a married couple that had been together for over 20 years and were still as in love as they were when they first got together.

You always came to the shop to get coffee before going off to school and you would visit whenever you had free time, always wanting to be on top of your assignments. Anyone who saw you knew that you were more interested in getting your daily dose of coffee and focusing on your education than anything else, that’s why no one ever bothered you.

Although, you would still occasionally get a few numbers here and there, no one ever stuck out to you and their offers always ended up in the trash can. You didn’t want to waste your time on a relationship that would only end up going downhill when they realized you would never have enough time for them.

That is, until he came.

It was a pretty windy day and you settled into your usual seat next to the door despite the cold breeze that would hit you every time the door opened. Unsurprisingly, the cold weather brought in more customers and the door opened every few minutes, the sound of soft chatter filling the coffee shop.

By the sixth time the door opened yet another shiver wracked your body and you had had enough. You were began packing up your things to leave. It seemed as though this was going to be one of your worst days of the year. It was bad enough that your hair refused to listen to you and you had to resort to tying it into a ponytail in hopes of masking the huge knot that had accumulated overnight. You also forgot your umbrella since you woke up late and had to rush out of the house. Even though there was only a light drizzle, your clothes were still soaked and the constant wind coming your way wasn’t helping.

You hoped your usual cup of coffee would help but at this point you were too uncomfortable to enjoy it and it didn’t seem as though your mood would lift anytime soon.

The door opened for the seventh time, the jingle of the bell alerting everyone of a new customer walking through the door. You scowled, your frozen fingers gripping your assignment as you struggled to shove them into your bag.

You heard a laugh and you froze. Your gaze flickered in the direction where it came from and your eyes widened.

Grey hair, hazel eyes, flushed cheeks, and a mole under his eye.

Beautiful.

His soft voice could be heard talking to his other companions: a tall, blond with glasses, a short, orange-haired boy, a scowling boy who’s eyes reminded you of blueberries, and a freckled boy who was laughing at something the blond had said.

You moved your gaze away, not knowing that his eyes were now on you. A part of you regretted having packed up your belongings but now it was too late to sit back down and you had no other choice but to leave, taking small sips of your last bit of coffee and bidding the owners of the shop good-bye.

It would be another week before you saw him again, and time seemed to hiccup once more. You wondered why you were so captivated by him and you found your attention lingering on his voice and the soft smiles that accompanied his small conversations he had with his friends.

As the weeks flew by, you began learning more about him through the loud chatter of his companions. He played volleyball. He was a third-year at Karasuno. And his name was Sugawara.

But there were also things you noticed about him that no one had to tell you like the little furrow in his brows when he concentrated or how he always seemed to forget that the coffee was hot, burning himself every time he took his first sip. In between sips of your coffee, your gaze always wound up on him, but you never expected that his eyes would lock on yours and he would send a smile your way.

A blush painted your cheeks and he would sigh, a chuckle slipping past his lips as his friends teased him, not missing the way he would stare at you while you worked. But surprisingly, you never heard them, even though they were quite loud.

The wordless glances and small smiles exchanged for quite a while but the distance between the two of you never seemed to shorten. And you never bothered making a move, not quite ready for rejection and still apprehensive about starting a relationship with all the other priorities you had on your plate.

Yet, a small part of you hoped for more.

It wasn’t until one rainy day that your relationship finally seemed to shift. You were unlucky enough to have forgotten to check the forecast and didn’t realize it was supposed to rain until it was too late.

You gazed out at the rain pattering against the window. The steady thrum was soothing but it only reminded you of how you would have to walk home and risk getting sick. You had finished your coffee a while ago and now you were only waiting for the rain to ease before leaving.

The coffee shop had mostly cleared out because of how late it was and there were only a few others lingering but the one person you noticed was him.

Sugawara.

These days, you saw him coming with his friends less and less and nowadays he would spend his time at the coffee shop like you, alone and on his laptop, typing away at one of his many assignments. You noticed that on the days that he came, he always stayed late. Never once had you seen him leave before you but you didn’t pay the fact much attention, assuming that he had a lot of homework to catch up on.

You zipped up your jacket, waving good-bye to the owners and you felt the words clinging to your lips as you stared in his direction but you decided against it. You had never talked to him before so it would be strange to start now.

A sigh escaped your lips instead as you pushed open the doors, shivering at how cold it was outside. You reached out a hand to catch the rain, feeling the droplets slide past your fingertips.

You rocked back and forth on your heels, standing on the steps of the shop, unsure of what you were waiting for but when the bells on the door rang from behind you, you were glad you had stayed.

Sugawara stood in front of you, a smile on his lips and a scarf wrapped around his neck.

“Hey, y/n, right?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “Are you heading home, too? It’s getting kind of late.”

“Yeah,” he said, before bringing his hands out from behind his back and shoving an umbrella in your direction, his cheeks flushing. “I was waiting for you to go home, actually. I noticed you didn’t have an umbrella and I didn’t want you to get caught in the rain.”

You reached out to grab the black umbrella from him, his hands brushing against yours.

“Thank you,” you murmured, watching as he beamed, the wind lightly brushing through his gray locks.

“It’s no problem,” he glanced down at his watch, his eyes widening once he saw the time, “Wow, it is pretty late. I should get going, but I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You didn’t usually go to the coffee shop on Sunday’s because you always tried to finish your work the day before. It was sort of your routine and it was one you liked to stick to but the thought of seeing him again tilted your world on its axis and for once it seemed like changing your routine wasn’t that bad of an idea.

After all, it wasn’t everyday that you would get to talk to the boy you admired so much. “Yeah, tomorrow sounds great.”

You waved at him and watched as he ran home, using his bag to shield himself from the rain. Your fingers tightened around the handle of the umbrella, warmth spreading across your cheeks as you made a mental note to return it to him.

i think I’m in love.

#coffee shop au #haikyuu!!#hq #hq imagines #haikyuu imagines #sugawara x reader #sugawara koushi #sugawara #sugawara imagines #haikyuu fluff #fluff #hq fluff #sugawara fluff

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spicycreativity · 3 years

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Howl - Chapter 1

Rating: Teen

Fic Content Warnings: Blood, injury, suggestive content, alcohol use

Characters: All

Pairing: Analogical, background Moceit because apparently I can't help myself

Add'l Notes: dw if you don't know what a loup-garou is or how the lore works; all is explained in the story / Have I ever been to Louisiana? No 💕Did I write an entire story set in rural-ish Cajun Louisiana anyway because I hate myself? Yes 💕 / If you're from Louisiana and noticed any screw-ups, pls correct me so I can fix it

It also comes with a playlist! For ambience, not necessarily for the lyrics

Summary:

Two things happen to Virgil Landry on Halloween:

1) Logan Doucet, his longtime friend and slightly-less-longtime crush, asks him out

2) He becomes cursed to spend his nights as a half-man, half-wolf monster: a loup-garou

Despite his new affliction, Virgil strives for normalcy all the way up until he can't anymore and everything falls apart.

The floorboards creaked in their familiar pattern as Virgil paced over them, his feet sliding around awkwardly in his over-the-knee boots. He was supposed to meet Logan alone in an hour, an hour! His heart thumped painfully under his ribs. What did Logan want?

Virgil yanked his phone out of his pocket to re-read the message for the 85th time, ignoring a few new messages in his assorted group chats:

Logan: If it's not inconvenient, could you meet me early at the Plaza tonight? Maybe 6:30?

Virgil: yeah sure

Virgil: everything OK?

Logan: Yes :-)

What did it mean? Was everything okay? Or was Logan just lying to make him feel better? Because if so, it wasn't working. Virgil ran his hands through his hair, careful not to smudge his makeup. It had taken him an hour and a half to perfect his vampire makeup in the mirror and he didn't want to risk messing it up.

With a sigh that turned into a groan, Virgil threw himself down on his couch. It made the walls rattle, nearly displacing a few trinkets on his crappy, rickety shelves. He heard a tell-tale scrape above his head and knew that his favorite painting had gone crooked again. God, this place was a wreck-- Just like Virgil. He made a mental note to ask Patton for help patching up the leaky roof. It was as good a time as any, as they were well out of rainy season, but it did seem a little rude. What was he even supposed to say? Hey, Patton, I know carpentry is literally what you do for a living, but could you help me for free since I'm broke and sad? Thanks, bud. Yeah, right. He sighed again and tugged at his medallion, a rusted old thing with a glass gem in the center. He had picked it up from a thrift store months earlier in anticipation of Halloween, but maybe he should have made some effort to restore it. It smelled strongly of rust and decay and felt terrible between his fingers, all oily and sticky.

So far, the only saving grace of the day was that it wasn't raining now. Virgil had spent his workday in silent anxiety, eyeing the storm clouds through the shop window and rubbing a small piece of sunstone between his thumb and forefinger. It seemed to have worked, as the clouds had dispersed a little and allowed the watery light of the autumn sun to peek through.

Virgil's phone lit up with a few more messages in his group chats: Roman having hysterics over some detail of his costume, Janus and Remus discussing how to avoid the small army of toddlers that always ran rampant at the Halloween parade. Virgil ignored them all. He was in no mood to be friendly, would probably snap at them. Logan hadn't said anything since his message to Virgil, which he had presumably sent on his lunch break. The question haunted Virgil, that great unknown lurking behind him and instilling a fear that no ghost ever could: What did Logan want?

Virgil set his phone down and leaned forward, heaving a sigh that turned into a yawn. Great. Whatever. That meant he was on the verge of hyperventilating, his breathing already irregular. Damn it, Logan knew better than to leave him hanging like this! They'd known each other for so long and he'd always been more perceptive to Virgil's needs than the others.

Especially lately… They'd been spending more time alone, and Virgil couldn't deny the sweet, warm giddiness that enveloped him every time they were alone together. First meetings were always his favorite, seeing Logan's face light up with a smile. He hadn't dared to think that Logan might feel the same way, but it was getting harder and harder to keep his fantasies on a leash. Worst-case scenarios and best-case scenarios dueled in his head: Logan kissing him, Logan telling him they couldn't be friends anymore, Logan confessing, Logan announcing that he had some incurable disease.

Virgil grabbed his phone and jumped to his feet. He couldn't do this anymore, couldn't sit here and torture himself. He would just leave now. He would rather arrive freakishly early than face another minute of this self-inflicted torment

He double and triple checked he had his wallet and his plastic fangs, which he

was planning on putting on later. The medallion bounced against his exposed chest as he walked and he wondered briefly if it might be more trouble than it was worth. He could always swap it out for one of his pendants, maybe amethyst to calm his nerves. But it looked so good against his skin, falling perfectly in the deep V of his flowy white poet shirt. Unlike his other necklaces, it screamed vampire. And Janus would tease him if he caught Virgil wearing a subpar costume, and then Roman would join in, and Remus, and it would turn into a whole thing . He could wear the stupid medallion for one night.

Virgil regretted this decision as soon as he got his moped going. Even at its 30 mph crawl, the heavy necklace bounced against his chest in a maddening rhythm. At least it was distracting. Every time he started to worry about Logan, the erratic tap-tap-tap of cold metal on his chest brought him back to Earth.

It was a long ride into town down a windy country road. He hugged the shoulder as best as he could despite the lack of traffic; Virgil's neighbors were few, but they all liked to take corners at frighteningly high speeds. The one person who did drive by honked at him and flashed their lights. Virgil's heart dropped and he nearly flipped them off before he realized that they liked his costume. It occurred to him then that he must look pretty absurd: A vampire riding a purple moped, cape fluttering on the wind.

Upon reaching the Plaza, Virgil did a few laps around downtown, smiling at the spiderwebs decorating Vaillant City Hall. Another lap revealed that empty parking spots were already becoming scarce, so Virgil pulled into one and checked his phone. Nothing from Logan. Just more hysterics from Roman, and Patton's best attempts at comfort. Virgil rolled his eyes. Maybe Roman did need some tough love. He scanned through the messages to orient himself, to make sure he didn't look dumb, and then typed out his reply.

Virgil: look, Prince Charming. 2 rolls of body glitter is more than enough. Stop freaking out

Roman: That's DOCTOR Prince Charming to you

Virgil: :*

He put his phone away, tucked his keys in his pocket, and forced himself to walk slowly toward the Plaza. He was still excruciatingly early, but maybe he could pop into a bar or grab a coffee or even swing by his work-- Oh.

There, standing by the reflecting pool with his hands in his pockets, was Logan. Virgil smiled despite his nerves and sped up. Leave it to Logan to somehow be earlier than early.

"Hey, Data," Virgil said once he was in earshot.

Logan's face lit up, and even the yellow contacts he was wearing couldn't mask the fondness in his face. "Evening, Virge," he said. His smile dropped too quickly and he kept his hands shoved in his pockets. Virgil surveyed all this with dread. Was he reading too much into it? Most definitely. Could he stop? No way.

"Everything okay?" Virgil asked, tugging at his medallion and turning his nervous gaze upon the placid waters of the reflecting pool. Great. Now he had two awesome reasons to be nervous. It was an old Vaillant legend that anyone who disturbed the waters of the pool would be cursed, and Virgil did not mess with curses. He usually took pains to avoid the Plaza, even if it meant he had to take the long way to work.

"Yes, Virgil," Logan said in a voice that was far too breathy. He cleared his throat. "As you know, we have been friends for a long time. I…" He paused, blinked. "I forgot what I was going to say."

"Jeeze, Lo," Virgil tried to tease. "You're making me nervous."

"But I--" Logan ran a hand through his hair. "Virgil. I had prepared something far more eloquent than what I am about to say, but I can't seem to remember it at the moment. Forgive me if this comes across as confusing."

"All good," Virgil said, making only a minimal effort to hide his confusion. The medallion was cold and oily under his fingertips, but he couldn't stop messing with it, tugging at it, rattling the chain. He needed some outlet for all this nervous energy.

"We've been spending more time alone together and I

thought-- I wanted--" Logan touched his face and Virgil realized a second later he had tried to push up his glasses, which he wasn't wearing. Oh, how cute. "Virgil, I would like to go steady with you."

A rush of vertigo smacked into Virgil with such force that he had to take a step back just to keep his balance. "Go steady?" he heard himself say. "Like-- Like, boyfriends?"

"If you are amenable to that," Logan said, furiously running his fingers over the piping on his uniform. "If not, I-- We can pretend this never--"

"Yes," Virgil interrupted. "Yes, yes, yes. Logan, I do want that."

"Oh," said Logan, his face breaking into a smile. "Good."

Virgil clenched his fist around the medallion wondering if it was too soon to ask for a kiss. He took a breath and felt something give with a quiet snap. The broken chain snaked along his neck, dragged down by the weight of the pendant. Virgil watched in silent agony as the necklace landed in the water of the reflecting pool with a quiet splash. "Shit."

"Allow me," said Logan, already in motion.

"No!" Virgil caught his hand and held it. "The curse." He realized what he had done and let go of Logan's hand.

"I don't believe in such things, Virgil, but if it's important to you, then I'll leave it."

"Thank you." Virgil stared down at the water and sighed through his nose. He'd already disturbed the water. Would it be better to leave the necklace or take it out? Littering seemed more disrespectful, he supposed. So he bent and grabbed the necklace before he could change his mind. "I'll, uh, de-curse-ify myself later."

Logan nodded, looking preoccupied. "Let me know if I can help. I might be able to repair the chain."

"Actually," said Virgil, stuffing the wet necklace into his pocket, "I was wondering if maybe, um…"

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"Please do."

Virgil closed his eyes so he wouldn't get weirded out by Logan's contacts. He had been expecting a short kiss, sweet and chaste, but Logan's hand tightened in the loose fabric of Virgil's poet shirt and his teeth grazed Virgil's bottom lip. Fuck propriety, then; the Plaza was still fairly empty. Virgil raised a hand to grab a fistful of Logan's hair and ran his tongue along the edge of Logan's lip.

They were interrupted by a wolf whistle and golf claps. "I'll be damned." Crap. Why did it have to be Janus? He was never going to let Virgil live this down.

Virgil pulled away so fast it made pain shoot through his neck. He exhaled sharply and covered the area with his hand for all the good it would do, turning to face Janus with a blush blooming on his cheeks. "What are you supposed to be?" he asked, looking Janus up and down. Janus had always been unnecessarily private about things that really didn't matter. He had evaded all of Virgil's attempts to guess his costume, and now presented wearing an old-fashioned suit including top hat, gloves, and cane.

"Don't change the subject," said Janus, dismissing Virgil with a wave.

In true vampire fashion, Virgil snarled and bared his teeth, then remembered something. "Oh, shit, my fangs!" He dug in his pocket for them, leaving Janus to do… whatever he was going to do.

"Logan, I presume?" Janus asked. Virgil stopped in the process of sticking on one tooth, heart hammering again. Janus and Logan had never met, and they could both be… a bit much in their own ways.

Logan nodded. "Logan Doucet." He held out his hand for a shake.

Janus took it. "Thank God you didn't bother to paint your face, else Virgil would have more than smudged lipstick to contend with. You've got some on your mouth, by the way."

"Thank you," Logan said stiffly. He withdrew his hand and used it to wipe away the lipstick stain on his face. "Nice to meet you, Professor Moriarty."

Virgil's eyes darted back to Janus, who smiled. "When I'm not acting as the Napoleon of Crime, you can call me Janus. Janus Bellefontaine."

"Where's Remus?" Virgil interjected, looking around. "Didn't he ride with you?"

"He got waylaid by some angry mothers because his costume made their kids cry," Janus said, nonchalantly running a

fingertip over the brim of his hat. "He'll be along." To Logan, he said, "Virgil tells me you're an accountant."

"Yes," said Logan.

"And you haven't killed yourself yet, so I assume you must like it."

Virgil busied himself sticking his fangs onto his canines so he wouldn't worry about the conversation at hand. A sideways glance at Logan revealed that he seemed to find the comment amusing, thank God . "I've always been good with numbers. People, less so."

"Never would have guessed," Janus said, and Virgil didn't have to look at him to know he was smiling that crooked, tight-lipped smile that might have been genuine or might have been mocking. Asshole. "Well, if you have any rich clients, send them my way, won't you? I sell nice suits to dumb men with low self-esteem and too much money and I'm always on the lookout for another rube to swindle."

"If the suits are any good, I'd be happy to," Logan said.

Satisfied that his fangs were in properly, Virgil's attention shifted suddenly to the cold, wet medallion in his pocket. Right. He was cursed. Despite his interest in the occult and the supernatural, Virgil didn't have much experience with curses. His friends weren't really the type to play around with magic (well, maybe Janus, maybe- maybe Roman) and he wasn't the kind of guy who made enemies. No one had ever cursed him before. How soon would this one take effect? Should he go home and come back? Should he hop into the bayou, makeup be damned? Did bayous even count as running water?

He was so caught up in his panic spiral that the sudden sensation of hands on his shoulders made him jump. "Fuck!"

To his surprise it was Roman, not Remus, who laughed from somewhere behind him. "What, are Logan and Janus boring you?"

Virgil looked up and flinched again. While Roman looked relatively normal in his glittery Doctor Frank-n-Furter costume, Remus, who was lurking just behind his brother, was a horrorshow of fur and face paint and fake blood. "Um…" He shook himself and noticed Patton standing a ways off, peering at Remus. Distracted, he went to introduce Patton to Remus and Janus only to learn that he and Roman had run into Remus on their way over and rescued him from a brigade of shouty young mothers.

"He's Macavity," Patton said in a tone like he was pronouncing the death of the family goldfish.

"The other Napoleon of Crime," Janus agreed. "And you are?"

"Patton Haydel!"

A pause. "I gathered that. " Janus gestured at Patton's costume, which he had also kept a secret. Virgil had been staring at it as well, trying to figure it out. Patton was wearing what appeared to be a headless bear costume, round glasses, and what might have been a cowboy hat, though Virgil wasn't 100% sure. "What are you?"

"You have to guess!" Patton said, extending his arms and backing up so everyone could get a good look at him.

Virgil stared at him, running his tongue over the edges of his plastic fangs. "I got nothin'."

Logan took a sideways step and tapped Virgil's hand. Virgil nodded, and Logan interlaced their fingers as casually as he might clock in for work. "He's Teddy Bear Roosevelt."

They all groaned. "Good work, Pat," Virgil said begrudgingly.

"You have a big wet spot on your crotch," Remus pronounced, pointing at Virgil.

Janus raised his eyebrows, turning to Virgil with undisguised schadenfreude, but Logan stepped in before anyone could say anything. "It's water. He dropped his necklace in the reflecting pool."

"Well," said Patton, "that's not good."

"You dropped something in the reflecting pool and didn't immediately run for the nearest source of running water?" Janus asked. He looked from Virgil to Logan, then to their intertwined fingers and grinned. "Ah. More pressing matters at hand?"

"Maybe it's not too late," Roman said, drumming his acrylic nails against his thigh. "We can still dump him in the bayou."

"There's alligators in there!" Virgil said. "Fuck that. You know my house is plastered with wards. I'm sure I can make it through one evening."

"Your funeral," said Remus, leering. "Let me know if your dick falls

off.

Despite his friends' concern, Virgil had a wonderful evening. Logan stuck close the whole night through, and they even snuck a few kisses here and there like infatuated teenagers. Each one sent a lightning thrill down Virgil's spine and made him want a dozen more. His friends noticed in turns and either teased or cooed, but each reaction was encouraging.

Logan kissed him goodbye at the end of the night and he practically floated back to his moped. He was so caught up in his daydreams that he only remembered the curse when he caught sight of the nazar hanging on his kitchen wall. Cursing under his breath, Virgil went to his bookshelf and began to compile a few methods of curse-breaking. Did a shower count as running water? God help him, he was not getting in the bayou. Maybe he could combine methods.

A few moments later, Virgil had everything set up in the bathroom. He lit the last candle, tightened the herb sachet around his neck, and stepped into the shower. Okay, time to focus. He was washing himself free of the curse and wouldn't it be nice if Logan were here? Logan didn't believe in magic and his clear-headed confidence would undoubtedly make Virgil feel better, too-- Focus! Wash away the curse. Logan would probably help him if he asked, helping Virgil set up the crystals and making sure his candles stayed lit-- Virgil! The curse! Wash away the curse.

The bathroom smelled of candles, incense, and herbs. Almost like Virgil's workplace, except that Virgil was using lavender and his boss preferred nag champa.

He stepped out of the shower and inhaled deeply, letting the mixture of scents relax him and draw him toward sleep.

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sanshinexx · 3 years

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— of windy evenings and everlasting promises

It was an evening like any other. The setting sun had painted the horizon with different shades of red and orange, and the fallen leaves swirled and danced around in the rising wind. Phil was absently frying eggs on the stove, his mind running through the events of the day when the front door opened. Phil instinctively turned his head toward the direction of the door, although he couldn't see it from around the kitchen corner. He could only hear the wind howling outside and the small footsteps that rapidly marched inside the warmth of the house.

“Techno? That you?” Phil called out, turning back to his eggs and expecting to hear his eldest son’s gruff voice answering him. When that answer never came, Phil glanced back in the direction of the hallway.

“Techno?” Phil repeated, now a little confused.

It wasn’t Techno. Instead, his second, now five years old son Wilbur appeared around the corner, his gaze fixed on the floor.

“Will?” Phil asked, surprised. “I thought you were in bed already. What are y-” He stopped in the middle of his sentence. Wilbur had raised his gaze from the floor and was now staring at his father with wide, teary eyes.

“Dad…?” He said in a small, shaky voice.

Phil looked taken aback by the young boy’s appearance. His clothes were torn and partly soaked with mud. His hair was a mess, his face bruised and scratched. It looked like his arms and knees were even bleeding. Despite his shock, Phil managed to form a response.

“Will?”’ He said again. When Wilbur sniffed quietly but didn’t answer, Phil abandoned his frying eggs and went to kneel in front of the small boy. “What happened?”

Wilbur looked hesitant for a moment, as if pondering whether to tell the truth or not. After a moment his expression changed from thoughtful to miserable. “Dad, am I a bad guy?” He blurted out and looked like he instantly regretted it.

Phil blinked and looked at his son’s teary face, clearly horrified. The black feathered wings on his back fluttered slightly as a response to his roaring emotions. “Who told you that?” He asked slowly.

“It was…” Wilbur looked hesitant once again, but then seemed to decide that he might as well tell the whole story since he had already begun. “It was Dream and, uh, the other kids. We were… playing ‘Kingdom’ again... you know, the game we came up with, some time ago?”

Phil nodded in understanding. Wilbur swallowed, sniffed again, and went on with his story. “They… they made me be the bad guy, again. I got angry and told them that I was already the bad guy last time and that I didn’t wanna be the villain again. But they said that it’s the only part I’m good at and that all the other roles are already taken. So they wouldn’t let me change it.” He finished and angrily wiped a couple of tears that had escaped his eyes off his cheeks. Phil wondered what might be the most efficient way to murder a couple of children.

“Why do I always have to be the bad guy?” Wilbur asked miserably and turned his broken-hearted gaze at his very upset-looking father. Phil sighed shakily and suddenly felt much older than he really was. He tiredly ran his left hand down his face in an attempt to contain the anger he felt towards the idiotic kids who had dared to hurt his son in such way. He closed his eyes and stayed silent for a moment before opening his mouth.

“Will, remember what your mother used to say?”

Wilbur startled a little and looked at Phil with wide eyes: he usually didn’t talk about their late mother. Even after all the years gone by, it was still a sore topic for Phil to talk about, for the grief never diminished. “... Yeah?” Wilbur answered uncertainly.

Phil opened his eyes and locked them with Wilbur with newfound certainty. “‘You get to write your own story.’” He smiled fondly. “You get to choose the part you want to play, and no one else can change that. Okay?”

“... Okay”, Wilbur whispered.

Phil smiled again and spread his arms wide open. ‘’C’mere.”

Wilbur threw himself into the hug, and as the strong, loving arms of his father closed around him, he felt the corners of his mouth turn slightly upwards. Phil gently wrapped his wings protectively around the two of them, shutting out the rest of the world. The world that could be so vile and unforgiving toward its people, but also full of such beauty and wondrous things.

“Did you know that people used to call me the bad guy as well?” He asked in a low voice after a few minutes had passed in comfortable silence. Wilbur rapidly bolted away from the warmth of his father’s chest to stare at him in the eyes, clearly shocked and mouth hanging wide open. The sight seemed to amuse Phil, for grinned widely before continuing.

“Now, don’t look so shocked”, he chuckled, “what else would you expect from a guy with wings like these?”

It was a fair point. Because as it was, Phil did indeed have two enormous wings sticking out of his back, from right between the shoulder blades. They were black as soot, but he carried them with pride and would always take good care of them. For those who didn’t know him, the wings struck them with fear and the feathers acted as a silent threat for those who would dare to oppose him.

But for those who he knew and held close, the wings were an emblem of strength and safety, the soft feathers carrying a certain promise of warm hugs and comfort within themselves. Which is exactly why Wilbur now looked so confused. Phil just kept affectionately gazing at him with a smile on his lips.

“People used to fear me because of my wings. They thought I was a demon sent from the underworld, or, I don’t know, something else just as silly. Some would even call me Lucifer, and thought I’d come on earth to bring destruction to all its inhabitants.” Phil looked like the thought was very amusing to him. “They used to call me ‘The Angel of Death’,” he chuckled. Wilbur, however, didn’t seem to find this funny and looked even more frantic and wide-eyed than before.

“But that’s stupid!” Wilbur cried, sounding almost offended for his father’s sake. “You… you aren’t a bad guy! Or… or Lucifer!’’ He went on, now agitated.

“Yes, yes, I know”, Phil reassured him. “But do you see what I’m trying to teach ya here?”

Judging by the boy’s expression, Phil assumed the answer to be a ‘no’. He sighed again, and the tired look flashed on his face again for a small moment, before a defiant expression took its place.

“Will, you can’t let other people define you. They don’t know who you really are, and they don’t get to decide what part or role fits you the best. That”, He poked his finger at Wilbur’s chest, “is all up to you.’’ The smile had fallen from Phil’s lips, but the fond look still persistently lingered in his eyes.

“And I want you to know that no matter what part you choose for yourself, I will always be proud of you. Just remember that”, Phil finished and grabbed Wilbur, who looked like he was about to start crying again, back in his arms.

Wilbur stayed quiet for a long while but eventually managed to get the one final question out of his mouth.

“Promise?” He breathed in an oddly squeaky and high-pitched voice. Phil smiled.

“I promise.”

It was an evening like any other. The biting wind was blowing somewhere afar, its mourning song echoing along the walls of the murky tunnel.

A lanky figure of a young man took shape in the middle of the dimly lit underground room.

Wilbur stared hollowly at the small wooden button in front of him. The sound of his friends and companions celebrating could faintly be heard from somewhere outside, as if they lived and existed in another world of their own. A world where the war was over, where they could finally be happy.

How could they be so stupid, so naive? thought the man bitterly. Why should they celebrate and live happily ever after, when he was left suffering. Why couldn’t they understand? The man laughed. Nay, this story didn’t have a happy ending. He supposed happy endings didn’t exist for people like him.

“This is it, father”, the young man whispered. And that was it. His last confession, his last atonement, which only the empty walls were there to receive. The calm before the storm had passed, and all that remained was him, the cold room, and the wooden button.

“This is the story I have written.”

He took a step forward.

“This is the path I have chosen.”

Another step.

“I wonder…”

He smiled.

“Does that promise still stand?”

And all that remained was the ringing in his ears, the scorching heat of the explosion, the screams of agony echoing across the land of once very big and not blown up L’manburg.

His story, his great unfinished symphony,

now forever incomplete.

It was a night like any other. Except it wasn’t. The wind had long since died down and the sound of rain had overtaken the smoking land. Soil and rocks occasionally fell from the roof of the secluded underground room, which now had a gaping hole where there had been a wall just moments ago. The ground was wet. Falling from the sky, the water now had access to the room for the first time in forever, and it seemed to relish on the given opportunity. A couple of black feathers were laying on the ground, but no one seemed to notice nor care that the feathers were left lying there, soaked and forgotten.

There were many things amiss on that rainy night. A nation brought down to its knees, its people left without a home, hopelessly gathering its broken forces. A young boy crying out for their lost friends, injured and afraid. The memory of a fallen tyrant, wiped out of everyone's mind in the midst of the chaos and the pain. A lone son, yet unaware of the knowledge it had just become an orphan.

A father, clutching the cold and frail body of his son in his strong and warm arms. The angel of death caring for a broken soul who so entreatingly sought for its company, for the comfort of eternal rest and peace.

A silent apology, a final goodbye, an everlasting promise.

A promise left unbroken.

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Illusion (Yandere Harry Potter x Reader)

Request: Hi i first wanted to say that i love your work especially your harry potter fics they're incredible! I wanted to ask if you could do a harry potter one shot where yandere harry is in love with a muggle reader and kidnaps her one day and just dotes on her and looks after her and shes just like wtf is going on. He can be aggressive or sweet whatever kind of yandere you want him to be cuz idk how he would act as a yandere in this situation

Harry still remembered what it was like to be neglected and deprived.

Those memories were still with him, surfacing even in the most unexpected of moments, whether he was at the Auror office or simply eating his lunch. These instances of remembering were unpleasant to say the very least, and yet Harry couldn’t help but be grateful for them. Yes, they were painful, but they gave him the reminders he needed. They reminded him of all that he needed to give you, all that you deserved, so that you would never have such memories to look back on. So that you would think on him not with resentment or fear, but with fondness and someday love.

One way he did this was by making sure to give you plenty of space to roam in.

He still remembered what it was like to be trapped in that cupboard under the stairs, forced to eat and sleep there even when the narrow walls started to press in on him. There was no way Harry would subject you to the same horrors of his childhood, horrors that left their own scars all over him. Even one regularly sized room would not be enough for you.

So instead, he created a place for just the two of you, a place that was part Room of Requirement and part Gringott’s vault. Quite a few strings had to be pulled and quite a few favors had to be called in for its creation, but as the Boy Who Lived and as the Chosen One, Harry had plenty of each to use. And with those strings and those favors he gave you the only home that was worthy of you.

Opening the door that only he could open, Harry stepped inside the home he shared with you and glanced up at the ceiling. The image of the sky that obscured the ceiling was of a perfect sunny day, one with a few puffy, white clouds floating by and more than one rainbow mixed in with the bright blue. The daytime sky was always this perfect in Harry’s home for you, the night sky likewise, as was every sky in between, from dawn and dusk and twilight. Here all gray days and rainy days and windy days and cold days were kept from you, with only the most flawless elements that the world and that magic had to offer making it inside.

Moving through the entrance hall, Harry passed the fountains of bubbling starlight and trees made of gold, near certain as to where he would find you. Sure enough, once he reached the grassy plains he saw you in the distance, stroking the unicorn mare he had given you. You were staring off into the distance as he approached, though you were shaken from your thoughts when the unicorn spotted Harry and set off with a gallop.

“Why do you think she always runs from you?” you asked once he reached you.

“Even unicorns have biases,” Harry chuckled. “I remember learning in Care of Magical Creatures that unicorns prefer women to men.”

“Are you sure that’s the only reason she runs from you?” you muttered, too low for Harry to catch.

“Sorry?”

“Care of Magical Creatures,” you amended, “that was one of your classes?”

“It was one of the crazier ones too, we worked with creatures that honestly should not have been anywhere near children.”

“I can imagine.” You did, in fact, thinking back on all of the different creatures Harry had brought you, from the unicorn to the hippogriff to the seemingly ordinary snake that Harry swore he could talk to. Still, it was difficult to wrap your head around the idea of studying such creatures as though they were no more strange than robins or the cats that chased them.

“I brought you something,” Harry said, interrupting the silence. Finally turning towards him, you wondered why he bothered to announce that fact. Not a single one of his returns went by without Harry gifting you something, whether it was large or small. Necklaces, fireworks, butterbeer, you had too many of each to ever possibly count.

A part of Harry recognized this, and yet he did not stop bringing you gifts. He just wanted so desperately to make you happy, and the best way he knew how to do it was to share the magic of his world with you. How could he stop when they elicited such precious smiles from you? When doing so gifted him your laughs in return?

“What did you bring?” you asked, your curiosity getting the better of you.

His emerald eyes gleaming at your interest, Harry drew out from his robe pockets three boxes of Chocolate Frogs.

“For your card collection.”

A small smile graced your face at the sight, already eager to see the candy frogs hop about and the portraits on the cards wave to you. As Harry reached out to hand them to you though, you shook your head.

“You open them” you told him. “I can never catch them quick enough.”

Harry obliged gladly, not wanting to see you struggle for a moment.

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10kvidia · 3 years

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Get to know VIDIA STORM who’s TWENTY-TWO years old and a SENIOR in college majoring in SPORTS MANAGEMENT. She is from CORONA and is often times mistaken for CIERRA RAMIREZ while others say she reminds them of VIDIA from DISNEY FAIRIES.

BASICS !

Growing up with busy parents, they made up for their lack of time by giving Vidia the best of the best. By giving their child the tools she needed to succeed, they showed their love. While it was nice and she was grateful, she wanted them to notice her. This was where her love of competition came from. The better she did, the more she stood out, the more attention she received. At least that's what vidia thought would happen. It was hard getting what she wanted from them when they were so career focused but that didn’t mean she ever planned to stop trying.

Consumed with competition and the need to make her family proud, vidia can come off cold and unfeeling especially to those who don't know her well. She puts her feelings last. She doesn't allow herself to get distracted by emotions. Vidia can be prickly when she wants to be but that isn't who she is.

Despite that, vidia is a caring person. Her love language is words of affirmation. Growing up in a family always on the move and too busy for her, hearing the words ' I'm proud of you ' or ' I appreciate you ' goes a long way. When it comes to her friends, no matter how busy she makes time for them when they need her. She's also more likely to remember little things they think no one else would.

Vidia can be very arrogant. She doesn't see anyone else as being on her level, even her friends. It's a big blow to her ego that she isn't the star of the track team. She's always been the star in the past and she won't stop until she is again.

Not being as special as she was in the past has been something she hasn't been able to accept. So, she pushes herself harder. She trains more. She goes past her own limits trying to get that feeling back. Failure isn't in Vidia's vocabulary. She'll do anything to get back on top and get that edge back.

Recently she's gotten desperate enough to turn to performance enhancing drugs to get her spot back. She's well aware its wrong but she's passed the point of caring. She wants the glory of being on top again.

Vidia can be a bit of a brat. She's not used to hearing the word no or not getting her way and when it happens, she doesn't take it well. Her attitude can become nasty and she can be rude and condescending. Eventually she gets over it but it takes awhile to get there.

She lives by the words ' go hard or go home '. She firmly believes what's the point of doing anything if you aren't giving it your all? You can't succeed if you aren't giving it everything you've got. She doesn't believe in short cuts or doing anything halfway and she's very vocal about it.

Though her parents set her up with all the tools she needed to follow their footsteps and become a business woman, that wasn't what vidia wanted at all. She didn't want to waste away in an office. She had no interest or desire to do any of that. All she cared about was her track career and with the Olympics finally coming to corona, all she wants is a spot on the team. As a back up plan, vidia chose to major in sports management so she'd have something to fall back on.

FUN FACTS !

her fave color is purple.

she’s always put together, hair and nails done, jewelry, etc.

lives alone and prefers it that way.

mommy and daddy pay for everything.

straight a student.

just as hard as she trains, she parties.

runs every morning and night like clockwork.

can be snobby sometimes.

likes rainy and windy weather.

lowkey loves rom coms, she’ll never say that out loud tho.

likes to cook, its relaxing for her.

has a healthy diet for the most part, she has a weakness for chocolate and anything sweet.

her grandparents are her best friends.

bisexual and billingual.

loves using emojis.

enjoys soccer.

trained gymnast.

leo.

WANTED CONNECTIONS !

exes. girls, boys. ( specifically an ex she still has feelings for but ultimately broke things off bc they were a distraction. )

hook ups. girls, boys.

crush. mutual or one sided.

rivals.

best friend.

friends.

fellow runners.

dealer.

anything !

#⛈️ // about.

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annonymous-duck-blog · 5 years

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Guardian and Ghost

Ever since it came to existence, it had only one simple task from its Creator. Find the vessel for the Light. Task so simple, yet so important. For a long, long time it had thought it's an easy task. It watched as many others like it, other Ghosts, found their vessels, their Guardians, in a span of few decades. It had thought it would join them in no time.

Beam of blue light shined through the meadow. It stayed for a moment then faded away. It popped up again not too far from the last place. The light appeared and disappeared again and again. A sigh full of frustration replaced the light.

"Where are you?"

The whispered question echoed through the meadow, a tired prayer of a tiny floating machine. The only answer was chirping of songbirds. With another tiny sigh it ventured deeper into the forest.

This place used to be a battlefield. Its shell twirled slowly, grimly taking in the scene. So many corpses hidden under the green foliage. Many of them were completely lost in time. They had to be here for centuries. The Ghost took a moment of silence for them, optic dimming slightly, before it continued its mission.

It scanned and scanned for many hours. It would do so for many more if it weren't interrupted. The once chilly sunny day changed into a cold and rainy night. Its shell shook off the drops of water in annoyance and it sighed. It'd been doing that a lot lately.

It had to find a shelter from the heavy rain. It remembered back when it focused purely on its task. It had been so eager to find its Guardian, it still was. It neglected itself and pushed past its limits too often. Had it not been spotted by another Ghost, a Ghost with its Guardian...

They took it with them back to the Tower, got it repaired and bought it a new shell. It wanted to go look for its Guardian right after but they stopped it. Sparkle, the Ghost with a Guardian and with a name, said it took at least a day to properly adjust to a new shell. It stayed with them until their next mission. For a day it pretended what a life with its own Guardian would be like.

Cold water wormed its way through the cracks of its shell chilling its core. It stuttered in its flight squealing. The glitch didn't last long. Once recovered, it rotated the most damaged part downwards and quickened its pace.

The trees nor the small rocks offered a proper shelter. Too windy, too moist... The weather was getting worse with every passing minute. It had to keep low to the ground to battle against the wind. It stopped dead in its tracks. It stared at what could have passed for a rock covered with moss. But it was a Ghost.

This wasn't the first time it found one of its own damaged beyond repair or already taken by the elements. The swirl of emotions it felt was always the same. It was shocked at the sight. It was sad for the fate of the Ghost. It felt gratitude it wasn't its own shell it was staring at, immediately followed by shame for feeling like that.

Flash of lightning snapped the beaten Ghost out of its thoughts. Was that a cave? It casted last glance at the moss-covered shell, silently thanking it. It flew past it into the dark.

Finally out of the rain, it rapidly swirled its shell to shake off the remaining water. Its temperature rose up almost instantly. Despite being a machine it felt tired. It looked around and soon found a crack big enough for it to fit and high enough to be safe. Thanking the Traveller, its Creator, for the protection, it powered down.

After rebooting it felt much better. System check told it about few minor problems. Thankfully, none of them were new ones. It might need to ask a passing Guardian for help soon though. After the quick self check-up it flew out of the crack.

The Ghost was surprised at the size of the cave. It meant to go outside to continue its search but seeing the cave had tunnels possibly leading to another cavern made it want to explore.

It felt drawn towards the tunnel furthest on right. It let the feeling guide it. The tunnel was a narrow one, barely enough space for a human to fit through. It moved on despite the improbability of someone being there.

The cavern was about half the size of the entrance of the cave. There were cracks big enough for sunlight to through so the Ghost turned off its light. The ground and walls of the cavern were overgrown with moss and small yellow flowers. This place looked like it were pulled out of the stories that were read to children ages ago. It stored the location of this lovely cavern. It was one of the places the Ghost wanted to share with its Guardian.

On its way out the Ghost paused and turned around. It returned back into the centre of the cavern and flew higher. A spark of hope filled it. There was a body! Of course it hadn't noticed it right away, it was mostly covered with moss and flowers just like the floor. It was a corpse of an Exo, female one. She had to be here for a long time to get so overgrown. Inspecting the metal corpse further the Ghost took a note how the moss and flowers made a shape of a cloak the hunter Guardians like to wear so much. It even outlined a hood around her head. Its shell fluttered around in anticipation before scanning the body.

"It's you! It's you! It's you! I've finally found you!" The Ghost danced in the air, its shell twirling back and forth.

Not wasting any more time the Ghost released the Traveller's Light upon the body. It watched in suspense what was about to happen. The Light soaked into the body, accepting its vessel. The Ghost watched in awe as the Light mended the external and internal damage. Circuits reconnected, rust vanished, gashes closed. The body, once deathly still, jolted with life.

The Exo sat up abruptly, flowers, moss and soil flying in all directions. She took in a harsh breath, as if she stayed too long underwater and just broke to the surface. That only sent her into coughing fit; her artificial lungs bothered by the dust and dirt that settled in over the years wanted to purge it all out. The Ghost wordlessly hovered above her. It had waited centuries for this moment, it could wait few more minutes.

Once her coughing lessened, the tiny machine announced its presence.

"You have no idea how long I've been looking for you."

The newly reborn woman jerked her head towards the sound. Her amber coloured eyes studied the flying machine. It was tiny, about the size of her fist. It surely had seen better days, the once bright white paint was chipping from its body, faded and covered in mud. In few places rust was already showing. It didn't seem dangerous, but she eyed it with suspicion.

"I know you must be very confused," it continued on, "many things have changed since you were last alive."

"I died?" she croaked, her voice not yet working properly.

"Yes, you were dead for many years. I think centuries even. But I resurrected you, so you don't need to worry about that," it finished with a giddy twirl.

She stared at it as it danced around in the air happily muttering "found my guardian" over and over. She snorted at the sight.

"What are you anyways?"

It halted and turned to her. The rear of its shell wiggled in a nervous fashion.

"Ah," it sounded almost embarrassed, "I'm a Ghost, your Ghost now. And you are a Guardian, my Guardian."

The Ghost then talked about the Traveller, how It brought knowledge to humanity and the era of "Golden Age" began. The Exo listened closely. Few times she looked like she recalled something but the memories were just outside of her reach.

"Don't beat yourself over it, for not remembering," the Ghost whispered softly. "All Guardians start with no memory of who they once were. Some remember a few memories over time or find ancient relics of their past. Who knows," it twirled closer, gently tapping against her forehead before moving back, "you might be one of them."

The Guardian smiled saying "thank you". The Ghost jittered its body in response.

"Silly me!" it exclaimed loudly startling its Guardian. "We should be on our way to the City. C'mon, Guardian! We have a long way ahead of us."

She shook her head with a snicker. ˈWhat an interesting being, this Ghost,ˈ she thought. Getting up was harder than she anticipated. Her knees buckled and she fell. She managed to stand up on second try. She followed her Ghost out of the cavern into the light, the remaining flowers bouncing with her movement.

#my writing #destiny 2 #Cat-3 #how her Ghost found her #reposting from my AO3 account #destiny OC

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littledreamybeth · 6 years

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Dear Mummy

I’m honest with you guys; I cannot deny that I have not cried a bit while writing this! Some of you will probably hate me but just know I do it already myself! :D In this story Harry and Beau are a family! I really hope you like it! And leave some feedback behind!!! And let me know if you cried :D (Picture is not mine!!!)

Harry was climbing up the stairs to his daughter’s bedroom to check up on her and to kiss her goodnight. She had suspiciously gone to bed earlier than she normally would’ve done. She had also been acting very strangely the entire day. Harry had noticed that Beau had acted quite still after he had gotten her from school, considering the fact how talkative she usually was. When he had asked her about it, she had shrugged her shoulders, claiming she was absolutely fine but just exhausted. Harry hadn’t brought up the topic again because he didn’t want to pressure her; if she wanted to talk, she would let him know. But he was clearly sure that something must have made her upset.

He slowly opened the door to his daughter’s room and was surprised when he saw that the lights on the ceiling were still on. His eyes searched for the little girl and he found her lying in her bed, her back turned towards him.

“Bub, are you still awake?” he asked quietly. However, he got no answer from her. It was eerily quiet in the room- so quiet that you probably could have heard a pin falling onto the ground. Frowning, he moved closer to her bed and when he was close enough, he discovered that her shoulders were slightly shaking, followed by a heavy sob escaping from her mouth. Beau could not hide her façade forever- not from her dad who always could tell that something was wrong with her- and finally broke down in front of him. Everything she had gone through a few hours ago was crushing onto her like a big wall.

Harry instantly tore her from her lying state and cradled her on his lap, pressing her firmly against his chest while he gave her countless kisses on the forehead. The young girl held onto him like he was her only living source, and many tears were falling from her eyes while crying. Harry had never seen his daughter so upset before.

“It’s okay, bub…” He tried to soothe her, running his hand through her long curly hair that she inherited from her daddy. “Wanna tell me why you’re crying?” He took her young face between his warm hands and caught every falling tear with his thumbs. Seeing his little girl in like this made him want to cry himself. Harry could never stand seeing people he loved suffering, especially his princess. He would tear down the entire planet if it meant that he could see her gorgeous smile again. By now he noticed the fluffy teddy bear under her left arm, and he could only assume what her sorrow was about. Beau only cuddled against her toy when she was missing a certain person. A person she loved with her whole heart as much as Harry did. Because it was a gift from her. Her mother... Y/N....

They were sitting in this position, father and daughter holding each other, until Beau’s crying died down slightly and her breathing became normal again. Her eyes met her father’s gentle green ones, and she somewhat lowered her gaze in shame. She hated crying, crying made her weak and vulnerable, but it was a human thing, wasn’t it? No one could suppress their feelings forever. Beau just wanted to be Harry’s strong little girl, not a weeping little thing.

“I’m sorry, daddy…” she sniffled.

“There is no reason to be sorry, princess. You know it’s normal to cry sometimes. Now, what happened? What made you so upset, hmm?”

The thought of the event that had taken place earlier caused new tears appearing in her eyes. She did not want to think about it anymore, but the wound that had been inflicted on her was too fresh for her to ignore. She was just a little girl. How could she deal with pain properly?

“Aww beautiful, just speak to me. I’m here for you, you know that.” He kissed her forehead again to encourage her. Beau took a deep breath, but her voice still sounded very shaky.

“T-today in s-school Mrs. Riley suggested preparing a little gift for Mother’s Day. She said this time we should send it to our mummy’s instead of giving it to them personally. Then, o-one of the mean girls just said how I wanted to send my gift to mummy since there's no mailman for heaven. A-and they made fun of me the entire d-day. Even though our teacher warned them and told them how disrespectful their words are, they still didn’t stop. Macy told me that mummy did not love me, that’s why she left, and she is probably happy where she is without me.” She began to sob again. “Is that true, daddy? Is that why she left us? Is that why I have no mummy anymore?”

Anger boiled in Harry’s veins, and he wanted nothing more than to scream at the children who bullied his little girl and planted nonsense into her innocent mind. He wanted to yell at their parents for raising bad-mannered children who just had no idea what he and Beau had gone through the past year. How could they make fun of a little girl who just involuntarily lost her mother? This is not only disrespectful towards Beau but also his wife. Harry clenched his teeth in rage but tried to keep his composure. It was not the perfect time to freak out.

“Never, munchkin,” Harry said hoarsely, “Your classmates were being very mean to you. They just have no idea. Mummy loved you from the bottom of her heart, and she would have never left you voluntarily. You were the most important person in her life, and she loved being a mother to you.”

“Then why did she die, daddy? Why did she leave us?”

“Because heaven needed her, you know? Heaven always needs the most beautiful humans in the entire world.”

Beau buried her face in the crook of his neck. “But I need her too, daddy. I want mummy back. I miss her so much.”

He sighed. “I know, little one. I miss her too but one day, I promise, we’ll see her again and we’ll never leave each other. Never. We’ll be happy forever and ever. Just you and mummy and I. But I want you to know something and keep this forever in your mind. You will always have a mother, no matter if she’s here or not, mummy will always be your mummy, okay? Because if it wasn’t for mummy, you wouldn’t be here. There is no way you can’t have a mummy.”

He took her tiny hand into his and led it between her chest. “As long as you keep her here, mummy will always be there. She’ll never leave us, bub. She’s watching over us and protecting us from bad things.” He bent forward to place another soft kiss onto her forehead. “Now, no more crying love, alright? I bet mummy wouldn’t want us to be sad.”

Beau responded by only nodding her head. Harry laid her back onto her bed carefully and stayed beside her as long as she needed him to. She asked him if he could tell her stories about the past, which Harry gladly complied to, and the more he told her about him and his wife, the more he fell in love with her. And actually, this was the most painful thing. Loving somebody unconditionally, but not being able to show it. When Beau finally fell asleep with a smile on her lips and cuddling her teddy bear, Harry gave her a one last kiss on her cheek and covered her up tightly so she wouldn’t catch a cold.

The weather was a bit windy and rainy recently, and he wanted to prevent her of getting sick.

He closed the door carefully behind him and made his way back downstairs. He was still beyond mad, and if something like this should happen again, he would not hesitate to make the responsible person’s life a living hell. What the fuck was just wrong with the world nowadays? Harry could not understand.

Taking a bottle of wine and a matching glass from the kitchen, Harry sat down on the couch in his living room. He felt the pain that he tried to suppress for almost one year now creeping its way onto the surface. How many nights had he just spent crying himself to sleep, just wishing it was all a dream? How many times had he just insulted and cursed at the drunken man who just took the love of his life away from him? How many times had he just wished that it was the man who painfully met death’s eye instead of his love? It took him so much strength, so many therapy sessions and so much compassion to reach the point where he was now. Acceptance. Even though it was too hard, Harry had to accept that she was gone. Gone physically, but never emotionally. Sometimes, Harry thought he felt her presence nearby, hearing her voice or smelling her perfume, and it made him question his sanity.

Pouring a bit of wine into his glass and taking a gulp out of it, Harry decided to rummage through some family albums that he had not touched since the incident one year ago. The pain was still fresh back then, and he didn’t dare to look into them with fear that he might experience another meltdown.

He randomly opened a page, and the picture he saw instantly took his breath away. There she was, his beautiful wife, smiling happily at him. Harry still remembered taking the picture like it was yesterday. They had been at a family wedding, and she had been 8 months pregnant with Beau. Harry remembered how stunning she had looked and that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her the entire day. She had his attention all for herself. She wore a slight pink evening dress that Harry had chosen for her. Pink was the new black for him, and he was proud of having found a dress that she also liked.

She smiled happily at the camera, her one hand being placed protectively over her belly- as if she was afraid that something could happen to their unborn baby-while she steadied the other hand on her waist. She wore a floral wreath on her perfectly made hair and her beauty shone brighter than the sun. She was so excited to become a mother that she was marked with happiness. Harry wished he could turn back to that moment, just to see her happy again.

A tear dropped on his hand as he traced the outline of her flawless face. “I miss you, darling,” he sniffled, wiping away the tears that followed after the first one. “I love you so much, my perfect wife.”

How much he wished she was there with him. Holding her tight was what he wanted, kissing her soft lips was what he desired and loving her was what he longed for.

He had asked himself countless times what he had done that fate had to punish and traumatize him this much. Harry had always been kind, respectful and supportive of other people, however life had rewarded him with the worst. Life had been so unfair to him, Harry had no clue why.

When Harry got the call from the hospital, being told that his wife had been involved in a car accident, his whole had crushed down. He had wasted no time and rushed to the hospital with a racing heart, but unfortunately it had been too late. All he had found was a soulless corpse of his wife and doctors who had wished him their deepest condolences. He had dropped on his knees, cried and screamed until he had no voice anymore. Harry couldn’t even remember how he had made it out of that hospital on that fateful night, or how he could make it through the funeral. His insides had been numb the entire time. He never wanted to feel any emotion again.

Another problem Harry faced was telling his little girl about her mother’s passing. It was definitely the biggest challenge in his entire life. Seeing his little Beau mourning over the loss of her mother tore his heart apart even though he was convinced that there was no heart between his ribs anymore. His wife had taken his it with her to afterlife. He never wanted to see Beau in that state ever again. He had to be strong for the sake of his own health, and for Beau. They got all the support they needed so far, and life was getting a bit easier from time to time. But it would never be the same.

Turning the pages over, he looked at the next photos, often smiled or even cried at some point. All these moments that were pictured on them crushed his insides, but Harry gladly accepted it. He was proud of having spent all these beautiful moments with his wife and daughter. He felt privileged to be surrounded by people like them.

The last picture and the more recent one was taken last year a few months before the accident. Harry had taken his family on a vacation to the Maldives, and they had spent some wonderful family time over there. Their last one as a complete family. The three of them were smiling into the camera, with Harry laying his arms lovingly and protectively over his wife’s shoulder while she had Beau pressed against her chest. They looked like a perfect family which they truly were. Harry had never been in love with somebody that much before.

When his wife had come into his life, he had learned another side of love. A love that he would have died for. From the first moment he had laid his eyes on her, he had already known that she was the one he wanted to spend a lifetime with. And when he was told about her death, he wished it was him who had died that night. He would have sacrificed himself if it promised her safety.

“I really hope you’re fine wherever you are, angel,” he whispered into nothingness. “We miss you so much, but I know that you are patiently waiting for us and I cannot wait to have you in my arms again. I swear I will never let you go, love. I love you. More than you’ll ever know.” Speaking these words, Harry snapped the album shut and put it back into its place.

That night, Harry felt more at ease when he fell asleep- as if his wife was lying right beside him and covering him with her warmth.

A few weeks later, when Mother’s Day finally arrived, Harry and Beau found themselves in the cemetery. Beau had made something special for her mother and was very excited to lay it onto her grave. Harry had bought the prettiest roses that he could find, and it was a large bouquet that he carried along with him. He only wanted the best for his wife.

When they were standing in front of her grave, Beau let go of his hand and slowly walked towards the space where her mother was resting. She carefully laid her gift onto the grave.

“I love you mummy,” she said quietly. “I hope you like my present for you. I worked really hard on it.”

“Happy Mother’s Day, my darling,” Harry said, placing the bouquet carefully next to his daughter’s present. His fingers traced over the cold gravestone where his wife’s name was written on. “We love you dearly and we miss you.”

Beau also placed a little note next to her present. Written by a little girl’s hand, it says:

To the loveliest angel from all angels, my dear mummy.

#harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles one shot #harry styles fic #harry styles writing #daddy!harry #one direction imagine #one direction fanfiction #one direction imagines #one direction one shot #one direction writing

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danreblogsstuff · 6 years

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Tagged by @themomerath

WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE SONG(S) TO SING?

Livin’ on a Prayer!! Mostly because every time me and my husband go on a long road trip we start singing it whenever the GPS tells us we’re at the halfway point, lol

Also, All Apologies by Nirvana, because me and the hubby try to outdo each other with how mumbly and angsty we can sound when we sing along with it.

WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE FLOWER/TREE/PLANT?

Not so much a tree, but I really love evergreens growing on a hill or mountain. It’s just such a nice look, and it means I’m around mountains too which are A-fucking-+

FAVOURITE COLOURS?

Cyan and Purple, and any shade that looks close.

WHAT DO YOU ALWAYS DOODLE?

Oh man, I can’t draw anything. When I was in school I used to do little shapes or this thing

HOW DO YOU TAKE YOUR COFFEE/TEA?

Aside from maybe a sip of my dad’s black coffee when I was way younger, I’ve never had coffee, but I take my tea plain. Usually Green or oolong

FAVOURITE CANDLE SCENT?

I CAN’T REMEMBER!! I had this really great candle a few years ago but when it was done we threw it away and I forgot what it was >_< Mostly, I like anything that reminds me of fall or winter though. Anything that had the words “rain” or “burning” in the name I’ll usually give a try.

SUNRISE OR SUNSET?

Sunset, because the sun is evil and I rejoice in its passing.

WHAT PERFUME DO YOU WEAR?

Does body spray count? If it does I have this Strawberry Picnic stuff from Bath and Body Works, but other than that I don’t wear any real perfume or cologne or anything.

WHAT’S YOUR GO-TO DANCE MOVE WHEN YOU’RE ALONE?

FAVOURITE QUOTE?

“Those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.” - Benjamin Franklin.

From the movie Equilibrium:

Mary: Let me ask you something.

Mary: Why are you alive?

John Preston: I'm alive... I live... to safeguard the continuity of this great society. To serve Libria.

Mary: It's circular. You exist to continue your existence. What's the point?

John Preston: What's the point of your existence?

Mary: To feel. 'Cause you've never done it, you can never know it. But it's as vital as breath. And without it, without love, without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock... ticking.

This whole sequence: (MGS3 ending spoilers if anyone cares)

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“Snow, tenderly caught by eddying breezes, swirled and spun in to and out of bright, lustrous shapes that gleamed against the emerald-blazoned black drape of sky and sparkled there for a moment, hanging, before settling gently to the soft, green-tufted plain with all the sickly sweetness of an over-written sentence.” Steven Brust, To Reign in Hell (also one of my favorite books)

And there are a lot more, but I’d just be filling this whole thing up with quotes if I went on.

FAVOURITE SELF CARE ROUTINE(S)?

Me, in my bed with the door closed, the bedroom is cold and I’m wrapped up in a blanket and reading something that makes me smile.

Going for a bike ride in the early morning or the evening right as the sun starts to set.

FUZZY SOCKS OR HOUSE SLIPPERS?

BOTH

WHAT COLOUR ARE YOUR EYES?

Boring dark brown.

WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE EYE COLOUR ON OTHERS?

Probably really, really light blue eyes or grey eyes.

FAVOURITE SEASON? WHY?

Winter, easy. I hate the sun and love the cold and the snow, it’s pretty much the happiest time of the year for me, weather-wise.

NECK, CHEEK, OR NOSE KISSES?

Neck. I’m not really a fan of having my face touched.

WHAT DOES YOUR HAPPY PLACE LOOK LIKE?

Realistically, my room with the door closed and locked and everyone leaving me alone. A place I would love to be but can’t for various reasons? Somewhere looking out over a forest as the sun sets in late autumn. In the distance there are tall mountains, the tops of which are covered in snow year round.

FAVOURITE BREED OF DOG?

Husky, maybe? I’ve never had one but they’re very beautiful. I like Yorkies too.

DO YOU EVER WANT TO BE MARRIED?

Already am! Got married on October 4th of last year and went to Orlando for our honeymoon. It was awesome.

CURSIVE OR PRINT?

Print. Somewhere between graduating high school and not I lost my ability to read most cursive easily, and my ability to write it completely (except for my name), so I stuck with print on the rare occasions I actually need to write something out by hand.

FAVOURITE WEATHER?

Cold, windy, showy, rainy, cloudy, and any combination thereof. Basically anything that lessens the heat and the sunlight.

Tagging: @alak-tool-the-dorkblade (you deleted your darklordtomarry account ;_;), @damijon-supersons, @thefiresopranotwo, and anyone else who might want to do this. (to anyone I tagged, I apologize if you’re one of those people who don’t like being tagged. If you want me to not do it in the future just send me a message or a reply and I’ll make note of it ^_^ )

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kentlaura92 · 4 years

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Growing Grape Vines In Your Backyard

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Details Of Grape Cultivation

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toast-connoisseur · 5 years

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All the "weird asks"

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? -I’m actually obsessed with coffee mugs and tea cups even though I don’t drink coffee nor tea.

2. chocolate bars or lollipops? -Chocolate bars

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? -Cotton Candy!

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? -It’s funny because I actually found some of my old report cards recently... they range from “a pleasure to have in class!” to “danger of failing the course” even though my grade for both of those would be an “A” ?

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? -The soda from a bottle from Mexico hits completely different.

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? -Personally, I don’t dress like any of those but I am attracted to tomboys.

7. earbuds or headphones? -Depends. Mostly, earbuds.

8. movies or tv shows? -Movies.

9. favorite smell in the summer? -All the seasonal smells from the stores!

10. game you were best at in p.e.? -Softball or tennis.

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? -One slice of toast and one egg.

12. name of your favorite playlist? -I made my friend a playlist called “Emo Turn Up” and I like that one a lot.

13. lanyard or key ring? -Key ring, but I have a lanyard because I tend to leave my purse in the car and that way I can just carry my keys around my neck. Also, my lanyard is Nightmare Before Christmas themed, so she’s beautiful.

14. favorite non-chocolate candy? -Lollipops, actually lol

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? -Rosemary’s Baby. Although, I kind of got to pick the book for my assignment.

16. most comfortable position to sit in? -One leg is usually elevated while the other has my foot flat on the ground.

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? -My Chuck Taylor’s!

18. ideal weather? -I have two technically. I love blue skies with a slight breeze but I also love windy rainy weather.

19. sleeping position? -On my side, on leg curled up and the other straight (kind of like how I sit) while I hold a pillow to my chest.

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? -Notebook and post its!

21. obsession from childhood? -Stickers!! Although I never actually stuck them anywhere except on other papers or just left them on their page. I collected them so I didn’t like them getting ugly.

22. role model? -Dita Von Teese!

23. strange habits? -I guess if it’s habit, I probably wouldn’t consider it strange. I do write everything down. Like, everything. I have a list of every movie I’ve ever watched (I had to stop updating it because it was giving me anxiety due to how many movies I watch), I make post it notes that I eventually compile into notebook pages. Any information I never want to lose gets written down somewhere.

24. favorite crystal? Aventurine

25. first song you remember hearing? -It would’ve been something in Spanish. Most likely one of the many songs my mom used to sing to me.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? -Although I rarely get to do it: sitting in the sun/going to the beach or a pool. If it’s warm with a breeze I can lay outside for quite some time.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? -Watch movies on the couch with a blanket over me.

28. five songs to describe you? -Brown Eyed Girl (the original is nice but I love the Reel Big Fish version), Because I’m Awesome (The Dollyrots), Hot Mess (Cobra Starship), I’m Just a Kid (even though I’m almost 25. Simple Plan), Independent (Webbie)

29. best way to bond with you? -Be open and honest. I love talking about books, movies, and music but talk to me about conspiracy theories and ghost stories and you’ll have my heart. I love when people have stories revolving around their culture. I’m Mexican and we have lots of myths and stories to swap so it’s awesome.

30. places that you find sacred? -A person’s bedroom can be sacred. Call me silly but Disneyland is kind of sacred to me. It hold so many wonderful memories. I only like to share certain spots with certain people sometimes.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? -Probably whatever outfit I have on at the moment. I don’t really plan to kick anyone’s ass let alone want to plan a whole outfit for it. I assume leggings and a t shirt will do?

32. top five favorite vines? -omg I miss vine! I was actually going through vines on YouTube recently... The “Miss Keisha” vine always kills me, any vine with Sarah Baska, anything that Zane and Heath ever made, Jay Versace has really funny vines too, and I still quote the “welcome to Chilis” vine constantly. Picking 5 is way too hard.

33. most used phrase in your phone? -“it be like that sometimes” or “yaaaaaaas”

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? -The Red Robin commercial and the O’Riley Auto Parts one play in my head on loop at the worst times.

35. average time you fall asleep? -I lay down around 9ish but don’t actually fall asleep until 10PM

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? -That’s way too hard to remember. Probably something I would consider really stupid now.

37. suitcase or duffel bag? -Depends on how long I’ll be away/how many clothes I’ll need. Usually, a suitcase.

38. lemonade or tea? -Lemonade.

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? -omg why would you make me pick?! Lemon meringue pie though...

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? -I went to a public high school in LA. We mostly had riots and fights and I stayed away from all of that.

41. last person you texted? -Jayla. I need her to wake up so I can tell her about my dream about Beyoncé.

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? -Por que no los dos?! I like buying men’s jean jackets because they have pockets inside though...

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? -Depends. I tend to get cold easily so I usually start with a cardigan but I love jean jackets.

44. favorite scent for soap? -just plain ol clean??

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? -Fantasy

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? -Depends on the weather but usually just shorts and a t shirt.

47. favorite type of cheese? -Mozzarella

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? -Grapes. Sweet and sometimes a little sour lol

49. what saying or quote do you live by? -“Let your imaginarlo run free”. I actually have it tattooed on my right bicep.

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? -My friends always get me to laugh really hard. I think the hardest I’ve ever laughed was when my friend tried to say something and she completely botched the sentence so it was pure gibberish and yet I understood her? We just looked at each other and burst into laughter.

51. current stresses? -Work, school, life... the usual??

52. favorite font? -Arial

53. what is the current state of your hands? -I am typing my answers to these questions on my phone...

54. what did you learn from your first job? -I only have infinite patience for kids, not adults.

55. favorite fairy tale? -Used to be Cinderella, but I was never really one for fairy tales tbh

56. favorite tradition? -I don’t actually have any. Never really had anyone to have traditions with.

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? -2018 was an entire struggle, car crashes because idiot drivers crashed into mine and totaled mine (TWICE), my entire life as a whole has been a struggle tbh. Every day is one that I try my hardest to overcome.

58. four talents you’re proud of having? -I don’t really consider myself as someone with any talent, let alone four, but... A mathematician once taught me how to divide any number by five in my head, I’m pretty good at mimicking certain accents, idk of this counts as a talent but I can drink quite a bit before I actually feel anything, I can recite certain movies down to what song will play during certain scenes, and I would consider myself the ultimate Disneyland tour guide. That’s five but it’s all I can think of so if one doesn’t sound like one, we have an extra.

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? -“Oh shit, here we go again...”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? -I know nothing about anime so I wouldn’t even know. I would want to make a joke about being in the ones that are essentially pornos but I’m probably wrong with that too.

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? -“The greatest thing you will ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.” Idk if the line comes from elsewhere but I first heard it in the movie Moulin Rouge and it has stuck with me since.

62. seven characters you relate to? -Oh geez, I don’t really relate to any tbh but seven characters I like: Princess Tiana, Shane from The L Word, Theo from the Netflix version of A Haunting of Hill House, Satine from Moulin Rouge, Wall-E, Cassandra from Saved!, and The Grinch (as wonderfully played by Jim Carrey)

63. five songs that would play in your club? -Act Up (City Girls), Motivation (Normani), LGBT (Cupcakke), Alcohol (Millionaires, lol), My Type (Saweetie)

64. favorite website from your childhood? -Neopets!

65. any permanent scars? -I have one from when I stuck my hand in a garbage can because I was looking for something and wound up cutting myself on all the glass that had been thrown in. The scar is super tiny and on my pinkie lol

66. favorite flower(s)? -Roses and carnations

67. good luck charms? -I don’t have any anymore.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? -I tried sea urchin once and I swear I can still taste it.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? -All leaves have symmetry (unless tampered with)

70. left or right handed? -I’m right handed but I use my left hand as dominant for a lot of stuff? It’s weird.

71. least favorite pattern? One that isn’t symmetrical.

72. worst subject? -I was once good at math and now I’m horrible.

73. favorite weird flavor combo? -Some think syrup on bacon is gross but I love when the syrup from my pancakes falls on it!

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? -10

75. when did you lose your first tooth? -I have no idea. I lost all my baby teeth early on. I’ll go with 5 or 6...

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? -Can’t go wrong with French Fries!

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? -I recently revived the orchid my boss has on his windowsill and I’m quite proud of that.

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? -I don’t drink coffee but I love sushi...

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? -Now, my driver’s license photo. I retook it recently lol

80. earth tones or jewel tones? -Jewel (with a mix of earth?)

81. fireflies or lightning bugs? -There’s a difference? Fireflies, I guess?

82. pc or console? -Console, though I love PC games.

83. writing or drawing? -I’m shit at drawing but I love to doodle. Writing is my favorite though.

84. podcasts or talk radio? -Podcasts

84. barbie or polly pocket? -My childhood nickname is Barbie (my middle name is Barbara) so I only played with Barbies even though I only dressed them because I liked their clothes and then then threw them to the side to play other games.

85. fairy tales or mythology? -Mythology

86. cookies or cupcakes? -Cookies

87. your greatest fear? -Being buried alive.

88. your greatest wish? -To be truly happy.

89. who would you put before everyone else? -My family/close friends.

90. luckiest mistake? -My entire life? I guess it would be taking a job in a field I knew nothing about which led me to learn about said field. I’m now somewhat successful in that field.

91. boxes or bags? -Depends on what I’m carrying but I love boxes. Bags are much easier though... I guess I’ll go with bags.

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? -Sunlight/sunset.

93. nicknames? -Barbie, a friend in high school used to call me West Side Story because my first name is Maria, Barbz...

94. favorite season? -Fall

95. favorite app on your phone? -I like IG

96. desktop background? -Wildflowers

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? -5? My friends have changed their numbers before so I remember their old numbers only lol

98. favorite historical era? -I love the fashion of the fashion and cars of the 1940s but I would never want to go back. We’re barely making any progress towards equality as is so going back would not be an option for me.

Thanks for the questions, Anon!💞

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s-nnyd · 7 years

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hey. all of the qs from the ask meme that apply to you. have fun

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

oh boy well with my dad most certainly not theres a lot situations where its been made obvious that im not the son he wanted but he’ll still use me as an example to show to my lil bro and also like theres a lot of cockiness too and with my mom i love her and i know she loves and supports me but a lot of that is because im her daughter and id say id have a decent relationship with my mom and i do love her

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

lmao it was you

03: Do you regret anything?

oooooooooooooooooo boi man i been thinking and like ive thought about if ive regretted ever being friends with angie and id like to say that i dont cause shes done a lot and shes given a lot to me whether it be good or bad and ive grown a lot from it and i think that if i completely erased that then i wouldnt be able to work through the things i have and like in other aspects i regret not saying “i think youre cute” to movie girl and knott’s info boy like my goodness they were both so damn cute and i really shoulda said something

04: Are you insecure?

hell yeah i am

05: What is your relationship status?

single right now and i do want to eventually date someone and have that sort of closeness and that sort of relationship where i can feel at peace and rely on someone but i honest to goodness don’t think there’s anyone for me just yet and i don’t think im in a place really to be dating anyone cause i need to resolve things before i try to start something new

06: How do you want to die?

oh man duuude okay so when we read granny weatherall i legit like had a breakdown and i started panicking cause i started thinking about death all of a sudden and like there are situations where ive considered suicide and all but like there are also the times where it feels like its looming over me so much and like i get so so scared like im scared to walk down the pier at the beach at night because it so dark and the point where you look out onto the horizon and the horizon no longer exists and and its just a void and its so dark and like i think thats how i wanna die just im walking out on the pier at midnight and just im swallowed up because i think in the last moments i think i should just confront it

07: What did you last eat?

i had these hawaiian shortbread cookies that are so dang good like mmmmmmmmmmmm

08: Played any sports?

man i used to do tennis and swimming and i would love to go back to it

09: Do you bite your nails?

nah

10: When was your last physical fight?

like one where someone was genuinely hurt? like an hour ago and it was with the ground cause i got flung off my skateboard but for real i think my last physical fight was like kinder

11: Do you like someone?

skdjashjdkashd i doooo and i should noottttt and theres a lot of things i already know that its kinda like the crush is coming from the fact that there was a lot of support and general niceness and a whooollle lot of other reasons why i should not and im looking forward to the day when this goes away

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

my goodness i have and i died

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

hmm i do but i forgot who it was

14: Do you miss someone?

yeah i kinda miss my old self but for real i really miss my cousin lynnette like i havent seen her for like two years and i really needa hang out with her eventually

15: Have any pets?

dang i wish

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

at the moment? p distressed and very in my own head like i really need a break from a lot of other things but i also need a break from myself oh! ill show you my art project that were doing later when i finish it cause like we ended up havign to do an extreme emotion self portrait of how we feel at this point in time and like its hilarious cause ppl pass by it and theyre like “dude are you okay like just looking at that makes me feel bad”

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

dkjasdh i have not but i lowkey wanna just cause

18: Are you scared of spiders?

uH YEAh

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

i would i would and if it was to relive a memory definitely if it was to redo something over differently most definitely if it was to reexperience something wihtout changing something then uh no

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

hhhhhhh oh my goodness lowkey embarrassed to say it cause weve talked about places to snog a while ago and like the last time i did was like in the bushes in the sculpture garden

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

maybe working on the death of a salesman project maybe just getting some rest im really not sure im literally living day to day at this point

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

pfft man i do not wanna have any kids like at all

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

i got two but theyve closed up already since i dont use em

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

art, a bit of dabbling in math, and then also psych like i lvoed the fuck outta that class

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

oh yeah definitely and i think about her a lot i definitely miss meleana and sometimes ill go out and theres a souvenir shop and ill look at the best friend necklaces cause she always got one for us and like i have a box just full of all the halved best friend necklaces and i wonder a lot what would have happened had we still kept contact she was a big gateway to a lot of things in my life

26: What are you craving right now?

mmm some damn relief but for real tho i want someone to run their hands through my hair and pet it and all like any of the daydreams i have are usually centered around my new haircut

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

i? dont? think? so? theres like only one of two people i know of who like ever liked me and that was jolin (the other one is this sophomore from my art class last year)

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

lol no

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

wish i could even get a date

30: What’s irritating you right now?

well i brought up the other ones in our chat and those are the main ones currently so

31: Does somebody love you?

yeah and i think in a lot of situations whether theyre friends or fam im being put on the weird pedestal

32: What is your favourite color?

OH OH OH ITS CERULEAN BLUE LIKE I KNOW ITS REAL SPECIFIC BUT LIKE THAT THAT BLUE IS SO GOOD LIKE EVERY TIME I SEE IT IN PUBLIC MY CHEST SWELLS UP AND MY LUNGS FEEL SO COLD AND THE AIR FEELS REALLY NICE AND LIKE MAN I LOVE THAT BLUE

33: Do you have trust issues?

lol yeah and in the process ive lied a lot and ive gotten so good at lying that sometimes i forget i am lying and the lines between whats truth or not get all blurry (i legit did not mean for that to come off as tumblr-esque as it did)

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

it was me just kinda floating in random space and then i was in a white room with no walls no doors no windows and i just walked around in this open blank space

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

hhhh mrs quiggle

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

sometimes i think i do

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

forgive

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

haH hAH HAH haaa.......no

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

uh i believe 13 oh wait no scratch that i was like 8

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

i needed to get the laundry so...

51: Favourite food?

prolly ramen oh or loco moco cause its so good

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

mmm i think id say i do

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

i was working on my entry for the lawyer firm art contest

54: Is cheating ever okay?

hell no

55: Are you mean?

i think so cruel even just cause i know so much and i think people who know and understand and think so much are in general dangerous cause they calculate their actions and sometimes that scares me cause i cant tell if im doing it on purpose or not but just in general yeah im mean like too many shits are just not given

56: How many people have you fist fought?

like? uh? i think maybe two and both times were when i was like 8 or 9

57: Do you believe in true love?

mmm i do i do and i think a lot of that true love stems from a relationship based on communication, honesty, trust, and a really good friendship as a foundation

58: Favourite weather?

oooOOOOOO okay so do you remember that one time it was raining hard as fuck like sophomore year like i know its real vague but it was legit pouring and like it was actually so bad that everyone adn i mean everyone went into the library to get some form of shelter and there were people who were soaked to the bone and peoples umbrellas were getting broken cause it was so cold rainy and windy like that that kinda weather is my fave

59: Do you like the snow?

uh i think i do?

60: Do you wanna get married?

hell yeah

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

mmmm i get a lil weird on that but i think some of my favorite ones are like being called “love” like “whats going on love” or “you look good today love” like mmm i eat that shit up

62: What makes you happy?

man legend of zelda is makign me so damn happy rn like it legit means so damn much to me adn like theres so much i lvoe about it and i just lvoe talking about it and anything about it in general and like also skateboarding has been making me real happy lately like ive never loved getting hurt more and like that sounds really bad and like my left knee’s nerves are totally shot cause i fell straight on it and messed it up cause i was skating but like theres just soemthing about feeling more within my own body because im gettin some form of physical activity adn im getting hurt adn its like its a reality in its own way and like i really love it and i super love when i get to cruise like it feels so damn esp with my hair now and also what makes me happy is the ppl i find cute every now and then like its genuinely such a nice experience and oh oh i just wanted to talk about it jsut cause but like whenever i get a crush i get real excited and real happy cause like i love getting them gifts and seeing the surprise and the happiness on their faces cause its like oh you thought of me and oh its somehting i really love and like it makes them happy for that glimpse of a moment and like i love talking to them and like when they tell me about things they like or their passionate about its so nice to hear cause its like yes yes yes i support you and i love you i love seeing you happy and like just seeing your brightens my day and like even if i do confess and i do get rejected ive been mroe than lucky cause its like the people i have confessed to have been so gentle with the rejection and so kind with it and its like oh no!! like yes im sad that we couldnt be more but like thank you!!! thank you so much for letting me love you adn letting me give you so much thank you for brightening my days up and lettign me see your smiles and hear your laughs like thank you so much im so glad i could crush on you and like thats another thing that makes me happy and like theres probably a lot more that i could talk about but i think ill leave at that for now

63: Would you change your name?

i been actually thinking about it for a while adn in the times that i have considered it i usually use a game with the customizable name to try it out and like at some point i used Elle and then i tried Lynn and like i dunno im really not too sure and maybe if other names come in the future ill test those out cause truly it doesnt feel like my name is my own

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

mm yeah id think so cause theres stuff we were supposed to talk about that we didnt and uhh yeah

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

say “thanks im really flattered but i really dont think im in a place right now where i should get into a relationship”

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

lmao no

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

uhh the guy at the receptionist desk when i went in to submit my entry for the art contest

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

lol if what we talked about wasnt deep and it wasnt you then itd be mrs quiggle

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

fuck yeah

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

i dont think so like i wouldnt even die for myself

#thanks jae #this really was a good breather and it made a lot of things feel better #sickinthesoul

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limseoyeon-blog · 7 years

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one shot Jungkook imagine

Jungkook imagines

Narrator you were in a coffee shop sipping your favourite coffee and enjoying the rainy weather it was windy and beautiful you loved rain a lot after drinking your coffee you went out to feel the rain when you went out someone was staring at you and you felt uneasy but you went any ways cuz its rain and you loved dancing and moving in the rain you moved so smoothly in the rain with your heart giving you goosebumps when the rain touches you and you loved the way you moved with the rhythm of the rain touching the ground you remember your old days with your best friend jungkook who was always their next to you and always smiled, moved and sing with you suddenly without realising you cried and screamed cuz you just miss him soo much you did not realize that you had feelings for your best friend, for a past few weeks you have been trying to contact him but no reply and you were worried that he had completely forgotten about you. Y/N: such a beautiful day today with my coffee and a nice smell of rain it's just sooo beautiful and sad at the same time that i feel like running away the rain and this restaurant always reminded me of my one and only best friend who went for his dreams to be a singer after him leaving. i never got a chance to say goodbye and his number wasn't working either i am just sooo worried about him and i just realize that i have fallen for him WAS IT TOO LATE TO REALIZE? WILL HE REMEMBER ME? WILL HE STILL BE WITH ME? I am having a bad feeling but its raining outside there's this guy who is a wearing a black hoodie which reminded me of jungkook wearing a hoodie but i thought i was thinking too much the romantic atmosphere turned into a horror movie all of a sudden i cried and screamed cuz i really missed him being by my side smiling, singing and moving with me. It hurts just to think i won't ever see him again.

Jungkook P.O.V Jk: well i am going to my best friends fav restaurant i will be back soon.😌😌 Taehyung: why don't you introduce us to her😏😏 JK: Maybe next time it's been sooo long since i saw her and talked to her so i will introduce you guys next time😒😒 Jimin: AS YOU WISH BRO😃 JK: I am going bye see ya later. After saying goodbye i felt so mesmerising that i am going to see my long lost love and tell her how I feel it was so rushed back than it was hard to believe that i had fallen for her and these feelings never go away whenever i look at the rain and the wind mixed together just bring back so many memories and also know that i am a singer I don't know if she knows or not but let's see if she will recognize me DOES SHE FEEL THE SAME WAY I DO? WILL SHE SUPPORT ME? WILL SHE ACCEPT ME ? I saw her at the restaurant it’s so mesmerizing to see her the change i see is the coffee she hated the most she is sipping without vomiting and that coffee i loved the most and her weight is thinner than before she changed sooo much her beautiful smile was gone was it because of me the gloomy atmosphere gave me chills when she stood up they way she walked it looked like she was in pain and wanted someone to hold her tight and never let go was she sad because i wasn't there with her or because of the family issues. I just looked at her from afar and was shocked how she moved and smiled in the rain reminded me of her when we both moved along the rain but the shocking part was when she break down and started crying and screaming her hand was on her heart and when she said IS IT TOO LATE TO TELL JUNGKOOK THAT I LOVE YOU why everyone left when i fall for them. Where are you when I need you.😭😭 I couldn't take it i ran over to her and hugged her never wanted to leave i didn't care about me soaking in the rain with her I was in pain and shocked when she returned my feelin all she was doing was hugging me so tight never wanted to leave when i whispered in her ear Jungkook: I am here Y/N😊 Y/N: HUH WHAT OMG 😭😭😭😭😭 WHY U LEFT ME IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE AGHH Jungkook: Sorry i didn't mean to leave you all alone but u know how much I loved singing. please forgive me. Y/N: I AM SO GLAD YOU DID NOT FORGET ME 😢😢 Jungkook: how can I forget you.😓😓 well i did not know you loved me that much ahem ahem 😏😏😏 Y/N: YAH😣😣 Its not my fault you are just sooo handsome in the rain with me 😓😓😓 and you always was there for me. is it a crime loving your best friend?🙄🙄 Jungkook: Well it is not mrs jungkook😏😏 Y/N: yah i never knew you were a flirt but you freaking made me blush😊😊😊 jungkook: well we will both catch a cold shall we go home. Y/N: SURE HUBBY😍😍 Jungkook: DAMN IT Y/N 😘😘 Narrator hello ppl that is probably the end since i am lost with ideas as you can see but they were both in love and i hope you loved smiled blushed reading this imagine plzz support me if you have any request don't hesitate and tell me thank you for reading😊😊😊.

#jungkookie #imagine #bts scenarios #love #bestfr

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10verboy · 7 years

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70 (really 60) Questions Tag

tagged by @minqhyuk ! thanks I love doing these ;-;

1. do you have a good relationship with your parents?

idk sure

2. who did you last say “i love you” to?

@squishywonu <3 love u big sis

3. do you regret anything?

there’s a few things that i wish i could have done/ didn’t do, but not so much that i would say i regret it

4. are you insecure?

lowkey a little

5. what’s your relationship status?

in a very serious relationship with my ults (aka I’m single)

6. how do you want to die?

naturally, in my sleep, and with no pain

7. what did you last eat?

a root beer float lmao

8. played any sports?

I was in my school’s basketball, baseball, and soccer ball teams before

9. do you bite your nails?

nah

10. when was your last physical fight?

a non-serious one with my brother a few hours ago

11. do you like someone?

platonic? yea. romantic? not at all.

12. have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

hell no

13. do you hate anyone at the moment?

i don’t care enough to actually hate anyone

14. do you miss someone?

my mom, Seventeen, ten,,,,

15. have any pets?

yup

16. how exactly are you feeling at the moment?

determined to finish this and get back to watching dear white people even tho its 4 in the morning

17. ever made out in the bathroom?

nooooooooooooooo

18. are you scared of spiders?

i really don’t like them;;;

19. would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

no, that would mess up a lot of things

20. where was the last place you snogged someone?

????i’ve never kissed anyone so

21. what are your plans for this weekend? 

it is the weekend so finishing homework mainly

22. do you want to have kids? how many?

sure, and like, 2

23. do you have piercings? how many?

2, i reaaaallly plan on getting like 4-6 more

24. what is/are/were your best subject(s)?

reading lmao

25. do you miss anyone from your past?

yea, but they’re gone now

26. what are you craving right now?

nothing rn

27. have you ever broken someone’s heart?

apparently my dad’s lol

28. have you ever been cheated on?

no????

29. have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

what’s a boyfriend? never heard of it

30. what’s irritating you right now?

nothing

31. does somebody love you?

i guess

32. what is your favourite color?

pink, blue, gray, black

33. do you have trust issues?

a little

34. who/what was your last dream about?

oK long story short, from what i remember, CHANGKYUN WAS IN MY BED DOING HOMEWORK

35. who was the last person you cried in front of?

my school nurse lmao

36. do you give out second chances too easily?

i am a very forgiving person, so yea

37. is it easier to forgive or forget?

forgive

38. is this year the best year of your life?

nah, what year was i in kindergarten???

39. how old were you when you had your first kiss?

n/a

40. have you ever walked outside completely naked?

51. favourite food?

? depends on my mood

52. do you believe everything happens for a reason?

sure

53. what is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

check my sns

54. is cheating ever okay?

55. are you mean?

i can be pretty cold sometimes so i guess...?

56. how many people have you fist fought?

zero

57. do you believe in true love?

for very few people

58. favourite weather?

rainy/snowy, cold, windy

59. do you like the snow?

yea

60. do you wanna get married?

if i can lmao

61. is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

i honestly love pet names lol

62. what makes you happy?

-Seventeen

-having actual motivation to do something

63. would you change your name?  

no, not even my last name

64. would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

no?

65. your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

probably act oblivious until they actually confront me about it

66. do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

i go to an all girls school and never go outside

67. who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

my dad

68. who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

i dont really have deep convos with people but I guess, once again as an answer, madi

69. do you believe in soulmates?

sure?

70. is there anyone you would die for?

i’m a cold, heartless bitch...so no

I’LL TAG MY USUAL PPL: @gyuwifeu @svt666-17 @lulubritostuff @squishywonu + a few other mutuals i haven’t tagged in these type of things before ;) @puppycat-eyes @squishywooji @yourmumisinthefandom @squishyshua @a--tom @kpop-memes-and-etc

like usual, u don’t have to if u don’t want to blah blah blah

#mutuals #tag game

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