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#nemanja vidic#manchester united#i finally had time to watch the interview#its so nice to see him again 😭#he doesnt do interviews often so this was a nice surprise#we stan a man who knows when to keep quiet dajfdhdh#loved reminiscing about the old times i didnt know how good they were till they were gone#hes so thoughtful with how he approaches the changes in the club when comparing it to his time like he doesnt go around blaming whoever#and understands how the sport has progressed#hes so nice he went easy on maguire and his praise for licha made me 🥺#but also when asked whos the best united player after his era he said it was difficult to judge when you dont win trophies lmao roast them#oh and how quick he said he would not have wanted to play under lvg bvhfgdsf i appreciate the honesty#and hes always making rio laugh its so cute#ahhh i missed him hes my forever captain
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heyyy i love ur acc. SM. do u think u could do johnny x reader w some type of argument or the gangs reaction to having an argument?? like i dunno some one tryna come onto johnny and reader throws a lil bitch fit? IF NOT LITERALLY JUST IGNORE THIS LMFAAOA LOVE YA
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➬ johnny cade x fem!reader
a/n; THANK U OMFG!!! ILYT!!! ALSO I GOT TOTALLY CARRIED AWAY LMFAO IM SICK AND BORED SO. also,,,SORRY I DIDNT ADD IN SOMEONE GOING ONTO JOHNNY I HAD NOTHING FOR THAT LOL
you and johnny were the perfect couple, but every couple has their rough patch.
you had heard that your cousin was in, the two of you were real close before he moved up north.
but it’s not like you were gonna see ‘em. too lazy, you said.
one day, you were just chilling on your couch. it was hot in oklahoma, but who’s surprised? it’s always hot.
but this time, it was so bad you wanted to go into soc territory just for the pool they got.
you were about to say fuck it and go, until you heard a knock.
all your friends and johnny just come in, they should know that by now.
you sighed and got up and walked towards the door.
“hey, y/n! long time no see?”
“ANDY?”
your cousin just smiled and opened his arms, welcoming you in for a hug and you gladly took it.
you dragged him into your house where you talked for hours, catching up, reminiscing about the old days, laughing, all that good stuff.
the next day, it was still unbelievably hot.
so, you and andy thought it’d be funny to go into soc territory for at least an hour of being cool.
jam packed in there, you joked about how you felt like a fish in a sardine can.
the two of you got in after andy started scolding you for not putting on sunscreen.
you and him had so much fun! so much fun that you forgot about the people around you, like johnny’s friends.
two-bit thought it’d be funny to be a well known grease in a soc’s pool.
until he saw you, laughing with some GUY in the pool! splashing, chasing each other and basically flirting!
so you better believe he rushed right over to the curtis house to see johnny cade sittin’ on the couch.
“JOHNNY! I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING IT’S IMPORTANT.”
“wo-woah, calm down two-bit. what is it?”
“I’M PRETTY SURE YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS CHEATING ON YOU! I SAW HER IN THE POOL WITH SOME GUY! THEY WERE BORDERLINE FLIRTING TOO!”
and johnny’s world came crushing down.
he was devastated, but even that would be an understatement.
was he not good enough? was he too quiet? too shy? did he not take you on enough dates?
the poor boy was on the verge of crying, ‘till dallas winston came in and started shouting some nonsense.
“how ‘bout we go pay your broad a visit later? right when they come back, huh?”
“why?”
“to confront her, ya dummy.”
his friend said, smacking the top of his head lightly.
and pay you a visit they did!
you put on your cousin’s favourite movie, made some popcorn, gave him his favourite soda, and right when you got comfortable, you heard another knock.
weird, again.
you opened the door with a sigh to see your boyfriend and dallas winston right behind him.
johnny looked pissed while dallas looked…normal.
his friend bent down and whispers something in his ear and walked off.
“so, where were you? at the pool?”
“yeah? wait—how’d you know?”
“oh so you don’t even TRY to hide it?! cheatin’ on me in public, y/n?! are you fucking kidding me??”
he shouted at you as you scrunched up your face.
cheating?? with who??
“what? i wasn’t cheating on you?! i never would, johnny! be serious right now.”
“i bet you have him in here right now. two-bit told me how he looked. wouldn’t be a problem if i looked, right?”
he said, squeezing his way into your house.
he locked eyes with andy real fast.
“…are you fucking with me, y/n?”
“what? that’s my cousin.”
“yeah fucking right!”
he threw his hands up in the air and stormed out of the place while you tried to explain.
he just slammed the door shut, leaving you speechless.
you cried and cried on your cousins shoulder while he apologized for not speaking up.
the next day, you went on a hunt for johnny cade.
you found him in the lot, he looked like he was cryin’.
“johnny? johnny please let me speak.”
all he did was give you the stink eye and walk away.
you kissed your teeth and rolled your eyes.
if he didn’t wanna hear you out, fine.
let him be like that.
dallas knew he fucked up. he knew he fucked up real bad.
he caught a glimpse of what he thought was your side fling through the window but he noticed, he looked an awful lot like you.
dallas winston went on his own misson, to find your mother.
he found her at her workplace and he dropped the question that’s been on his mind.
“hey, uh, mrs.l/n.”
“oh my! hello dallas, lovely to see you again.”
“yes, yes you too. uh, do you know this guy that’s been at your house? has brown hair, tall, sorta looks like y/n.”
“oh, andy? that’s my nephew. he’s just the sweetest! you should go talk to him, he’s visiting this crummy old city for awhile.”
ah shit. shitshitshit.
he just ruined your guy’s relationship!
scratch that—two-bit just ruined your relationship!
he ran while thanking your mother, he ran his ass alll the way to two-bits home.
he knew he’d be there, drinking, watchin’ mickey mouse, and whatever other bullshit he does.
dallas barged into his home and shouted for his friend, only to find him on the floor.
“what d’ya want, dal?”
“you fucked up, you fucked up realll good.”
“what?”
“that was her COUSIN YOU DOPE.”
fuckkkk.
how was he supposed to know?
and that’s exactly what he asked, after the feelings of guilt washed over him.
“how was i supposed to know?”
“i knew with just one look! how couldn’t YOU TELL?!”
“WELL SHOOT WHAT’RE WE GONNA DO NOW?!”
two-bit asked, jumping up to his feet.
dallas licked the inside of his cheek while looking of to the side.
“i dunno, explain it to johnny?”
“if they end things for real, i ain’t never believin’ in love again.”
dallas shook his head as two-bit walked through his door. he couldn’t help but agree with his friend.
they drove until they seen him walkin’ around, lookin’ like a bum.
“hey, johnny! get in! we gotta talk.”
johnny nodded and got in the back seat.
“we gotta talk about y/n.”
he groaned and leaned his head back against the head-rest, looking up.
“seriously? can’t we talk about somethin’ else?”
“no, johnny! we messed up.”
it’s too late for ‘mess ups,’ now.
johnny rolled his eyes and got out of the car while dallas chased after him.
“hey, man. we’re being serious.”
“how much she pay you?”
“nothing! i ain’t spoken a word to her.”
“yeah right.”
dallas sighed as johnny started walking in the opposite direction.
he walked to two-bits car and knocked on the window and two rolled it down.
“go n’ find y/n and tell her johnny’s sorry. he ain’t yet, but he’s gonna be when i tell everyone else.”
two-bit nodded and drove off while dallas started walking to the curtis house.
steve and soda were off work, ponyboy wasn’t in school since it’s the summer, and it’s the weekend so darry can’t work.
he basically kicked the door down, and shouted for everyone to get into the living room, NOW.
“what is it, dal?”
“yeah, what happened?”
dallas sighed and said answered their questions,
“johnny and y/n broke up over a the uh,”
“the cheatin’? yeah we heard.”
“yea..can’t believe she’d do that.”
“but she didn’t. that was her goddamn cousin. even asked her mom to confirm.”
the house erupted into gasps and groans.
“so what do we do?”
“convince them to talk to each other. they gotta come ‘round sooner or later.”
they annoyed johnny, and they annoyed you.
your whole days were filled with the gang shoutin’ your name, but you thought it was to argue over the false accusations.
so you walked the other way, and johnny did the same.
until, sodapop and steve finally cornered you.
“if you guys are here to yell at me, i ain’t no cheater!”
“we know, jeez.”
oh. now you kinda seem like a douche.
“oh. so, what do you want?”
“TALK TO JOHNNY, PLEASE!”
“PLEASE!!! IF YOU DON’T I’LL UH—I’LL BREAK UP WITH EVIE!”
“what the fuck, steve?”
“go with it, soda.”
they whispered to each other, while still glaring at you.
“yeah’ an-and i’ll kill ponyboy!”
“okay not that far.”
steve said, turning to look at soda.
you giggled to yourself watching their banter. you kinda missed them, just as much as you missed johnny.
“does he even wanna talk to me?”
“uh-totally!”
“yeah girlfriend! let’s go to my house! he’s there, just bawling!”
even though you were confused at the nickname, you still went with the two best friends.
you three walked into the curtis house where you seen ponyboy rubbing johnnys back while they sat on the couch.
he was sittin’ with his head down and his hands intertwined.
they pulled darry’s chair so it was right in front of johnny.
steve sorta, pushed you into the chair.
johnny looked up and soda wasn’t lying. he had looked like he’s been crying.
the gang walked into darry’s room to leave the two of you alone.
you were the first out of the both of you to speak.
“i-i’m sorry johnny.”
“no-no. i’m sorry, y/n. i’m sorry i ain’t believe you, i don’t know why i acted like that. it was so stupid of me. and i still love you, i really do.”
you smiled and got out of the chair to sit next to johnny.
“that was real stupid of you. next time, just let me talk, okay?”
“i will. i swear, i’ll be a better boyfriend. just give me another chance.”
you kissed his cheek and grinned at his shocked face.
“couldn’t imagine being with anyone else, but you.”
you guys were having a sweet moment, just staring into each others eyes, living in the moment.
until you heard cheers.
“YESS!!”
“FINALLY!!”
“good for you guys.”
“I DON’T HAVE TO BREAK UP WITH EVIE!!”
“AND I DON’T HAVE TO KILL PONYBOY!!”
“wait, what?”
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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”
PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN
y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.
─── corpse husband x reader
─── soc. media + written fiction!
─── word count: 2.2k
─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand)
author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!
ultimate masterlist. ҉ myso masterlist ҉ previous. ҉ next.
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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it.
Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.
Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge.
But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.
Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”
You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.
But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too.
Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.
That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view.
You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”.
Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.
Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.
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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”
Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.
“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”
While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.
r u dating sykkuno?
You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”
the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team
“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”
how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?
“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute.
can i be adopted by ur parents plz
will you and corpse ever collab?!
You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.
Corpse_Husband: yes.
Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.
pack it up, sykkuno
More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets.
“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”
we are prepared
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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.
y/n is a child murderer
“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”
take a break and go eat queen <3
“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”
Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance.
“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?”
The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over.
“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”
Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”
“Your pizza came.”
“My what now?” You echo, confused.
“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”
“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”
Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.
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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”
If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae.
looking hot, her message read.
thanks, was all you replied with.
You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.
Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.
“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”
You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.
“Glad you liked it, baby.”
He was going to be the death of you.
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more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙
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a very styles christmas
a/n Im aware this is the most cheesy title that i could’ve picked for this fic but pls forgive me this is the only thing i could think of
I don’t really have much to say about this one but I want to wish a happy holidays and a merry christmas to everyone who celebrates - hope you enjoy this fiancé harry one shot
word count: 2.4k - ish
It felt as if you and Harry had only just gotten home when you started to pull the luggage out of the hallway cupboard again, you're not exactly excited to start packing for another trip, you always complained to Harry when you were trudging around your shared room that it was the worst part of any trip, to which he always chuckles and calls you dramatic but your point still stands in your eyes.
You placed the two suitcases neatly next to each other at the foot of your and Harry’s shared bed, deciding to wait for him to get home before tackling that challenge of what to pack for the two weeks that you both were spending up north in Cheshire at his mums for Christmas.
Just as you sat on the bed, reaching to check your phone Harry trudged back into your shared room still wrapped up in his coat and hat having just been loading the car in the cold London winter with the various gifts for family you needed to bring with you, the last of what needed to be loaded into the car staring back at you from the foot of the bed.
‘No gonna pack themselves are they?’ Harry sighed, shrugging off his coat and throwing it on the chair that you so fondly had named the ‘chaos chair’ which usually housed a pile of washing that neither of you ever really put away just taking items of clothing till it reappeared after the next laundry cycle.
‘Wish they would, hate this bit, never know what to pack to take to your mums.’ Harry had now started to move around the room picking up some jumpers and sweatpants to put into his case.
‘’M only bringing comfy stuff, if this weather keeps up doubt we’ll make it much further than the pub round the corner from mums’ He nodded towards your bedroom window where in true English Christmas weather the rain was bucketing down and wasn't looking like it was giving up any time soon.
‘Now come on,’ he twists the t-shirt he was holding trying to swat at your bum where you were now standing by the window ‘want to make a move soon, hopefully get there before mum and Gem have broken into the Christmas wine supply, so we need to get a move on.’
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It was about an hour and a half in your three hour drive from London to cheshire. You and Harry had just finished loading up his range rover with all of the presents and luggage that you two would need for two weeks up north in time that you could get the worst parts of the drive over with without there being too much of a traffic jam.
‘Love,’ Harry shakes your shoulder lightly as he pulls the car to a halt into the car park, ‘dozed off on me there been out for about the last half an hour’
‘Mmm, no, was jus’ resting my eyes promise, want me to run in get some bits’ nodding your head towards the service station in front of you. You and Harry had driven up to his mums more times than you could count in the three years that you’d been together, always taking the same route, Harry insisting that it was the quickest but you joked that it was the only way that he could take where he wouldn’t get lost on the winding country roads. But either way you had become quite fond of the small service station that was just outside of Birmingham on the M6.
‘Yeah, can just get us a coffee please.’ He asks leaning over to put a kiss on your cheek before you grabbed your bag and made your way out of the car, pulling your coat tight around you, the weather having not gotten much better since the two of you left London earlier in the day.
Although the service was pretty quiet with only two or three people lined up at the Costa Coffee and a woman browsing the WHSmith in the corner, you knew that it was Harry’s time off, so you always volunteered to go for the two of you. Not that he didn't love meeting people but driving up to his mums for christmas seemed like something he prefers to keep private, especially with you news, the two of you didnt want it plastered across social media before you had the chance to tell those closest to you.
Having gotten everything you think you’ll need for the remainder of your drive, just waiting for the barista to call your name to collect the coffee that you feel as though you desperately need now, even if you insist you weren’t asleep, as you wait you twist the new ring on your left hand, a habit that you picked up relatively quickly after getting the piece of jewellery.
It hadn’t been a flashy proposal, no room full of a thousand candles, no plane flying over head asking the big question, it was just you and Harry in your home, if he was being honest it wasn't even planned, Harry saw you making tea for the both of you after returning from a day of interviews and couldn’t describe anything that he was feeling except he felt calm and he knew he wanted to feel like that, with you, forever. And so the ring that had been burning a hole in his handbag now resided on your ring finger and had for the past week unbeknownst to any of his family members. You had caved and face-timed your mum that night but Harry had insisted on surprising his mum with her future daughter-in-law for Christmas, telling you ‘you’ll be the best present she could've asked for this year. You’ll well beat the spa weekend Gem’s got her.’
Your name being called pulled you from your reminiscent day dream as you collected your two coffees and made your way back to Harry waiting in the car.
‘Mum said Gem hasn’t even left yet so we’ve got loads of time, think we’ll be the first ones there.’ He tells you as you pass him his coffee and get settled back into the car for the rest of the drive.
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Harry was right, you were the first ones there, a stark change from previous years where you two were pulling into Anne’s driveway when the only lights on the street were the occasional decorative light and Anne's living room where she was waiting up for you two. But this year you were the only car in the drive as Harry pulled off the main road to pull into the space next to his mum’s car.
As soon as she heard your car, Anne was swinging the front door open to welcome you, no doubt she’d been up all day preparing for you and the others to arrive, her favourite time of year being when she gets all her babies under the same roof again.
Harry parked the car, and you were quick to jump out going to help unload the ridiculous amount of stuff that you’d brought with you for the two weeks you were staying up north. You took the two suitcases wobbling slightly as you hauled them into the entry way as Anne helped Harry with the bags of presents.
As they made their way toward you into the house Anne drops her bag of presents at the door pulling you into a tight hug.
‘You two can’t stay away for so long next time, even if you have to drag my son up here by his hair.’ she told you pulling away from the tight embrace.
‘Right you two go get settled upstairs, all the rooms are set up, and I'll sort these out by the tree’ She says motioning to the bags of presents that had been abandoned on the floor during your reunion embrace.
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Anne had moved since Harry was a child, but she had made sure that both her kids still had their own rooms no matter how old they were or how long they’d been out of the house. Harrys being in the corner of the second floor of the house, looking out into the garden which in typical english fashion was sort of frozen over from rain and frost and sort of coated in snow. The walls of Harry’s room were a dark navy blue with the bed pushed to the window where Harry had already laid himself across.
‘Get up lazy bones.’ You teased throwing a sweatshirt from the case open in front of you at him.
‘M up ‘m up, promise.’ he groaned sitting up on the bed looking at you now. ‘Have we decided how we’re gonna tell her yet.’ He asks referencing the rock on your left hand.
‘Thought that was your thing to plan, haven't done your homework Styles’ you teased ‘Guess i thought i’d take my chances, Styles.’ He threw back at you ‘’sides she's gonna flip anyway we tell her, been on me for months to do it.’
‘I’m not a Styles yet, not for another few months anyway.’
‘Good as one now, unless you're planning on running away at the altar on me? Are ya?’
‘Course not.’ You assure him. ‘Now come here, need to help unpack.’
‘No, you c’mere don't need to pack, need to lay down, at least till Gem gets here an’ then we can tell ‘em together’ His hands grabbing for you to join him on the bed where he's now positioned himself closest to the wall, perfect for you to slide in.
You cave, making your way over to him on the bed, placing his arm over your waist and keeping hold of his hand. Harry sighs into your hair from where his chin now rests on you head, you know you shouldn’t really be napping but when you start to hear Harry’s quiet snores you start to close your eyes too.
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You’re both awoken to the sound of who you presume is Gemma pulling into the driveway and talking to Anne in the entryway as you and Harry had hours before. Harry is the first to move, prompting you to sit up too, both of you taking a moment to rub your eyes but eventually silently moving to go downstairs to greet the rest of the family.
Gemma and Anne were both sat at the kitchen table having a cup of tea when you and Harry joined them.
‘There you are! Both of you were dead to the world when I went up before to check how the unpacking was going’ Anne laughed as Harry gave his sister a hug and went to sit next to Anne and you sat next to Gemma. Anne getting up to get you both a drink, knowing that Harry wouldn’t drink his but getting him one anyway, too while you caught up with Gemma.
So far no one had noticed the ring on your finger, when Anne returns to the table with your two mugs and a plate of Christmas themed biscuits, you place your elbow on the table and lean your head onto your left hand, now this catches Anne’s attention almost shouting ‘Is this what I think it is’ as she grabs your hand to have a closer look.
You and Harry don't really have the words so just nod while both grinning and Anne and Gemma, still both squealing over the ring and repeating congratulations as you hold your hand out to show them both a closer look at the ring.
You sat back in your seat as Gemma turned to Harry finally pressing him for details of how he popped the question as you know he’ll talk about it for hours if given the chance, so you let him repeat the story this time just smiling and occasionally adding your perspective to it.
#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles fic#harry styles imagine#harry styles x reader#harry blurb#harry fic#harry imagine#harry x reader#fiance!harry#bf#my writing
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@lyhoradka tagged me in that post about five bits of text from written media that are burned into your brain and, kindly, gave me a theme of places. i am going to annotate this because i am a bitch
1. holy places are dark places. the wisdom that we get in them is not thin and clear like water but thick and dark like blood. - cs lewis, till we have faces
im almost certain ive misremembered this one but its better this way. clive what the devil fuck were you trying to say with till we have faces. burn it down and start over with this. i have a sidenote about hope faith and love but thats beyond the scope of this discussion
2. night falls. the workers put down their tools and point to the sky. “there is the blueprint,” they say. invisible cities, italo calvino
again idr if its sky or stars. this is the description of thecla from invisible cities, kindly appointed to me by my good friend venus. this is not the strongest one but it is a strong one and its for Me and i remember it. inna thought i was going to make this whole post about haunted houses and this one is completely the opposite; i’ll consider it aspirational
3. walk to the east till you can walk no more. swim east until you pass the sunrise; swim east until you pass the stars; swim east until you come to the edge of the sky. there you will find yourself on the shores of a different land. even in that place, they shall know your name, and mine. - adel, kc danine/unlikely flowerings, jenna moran
sorry i cheated on this one bc i looked up the attribution and found my memory was wrong. but i cut it up to match what i thought. this one is actually a combo with
3a. the sea will be the color night behind glass. then, slowly, it becomes green: first rain-wet slate, then darkest jade. green as fresh emeralds. green as remembered rivers - the sun beneath the sea, sunless seas
again ive hashed the first part of that but green as remembered rivers lives in my head rent free. these two live under the heading “an exile in the uttermost east”
4. THIS IS NOT A PLACE OF HONOR. NO HIGHLY VALUED DEED IS REMEMBERED HERE. NOTHING OF VALUE IS STORED HERE.
the warning continues of course but the basis is here. the idea that we cannot produce something so horrifying and terrifying that it does not also fascinate us, as you might guess, fascinates me. nightmare and obsession are such close brothers
5. a woman drew her hair out tight/and fiddled in the violet light/and upside down in air were towers/tolling reminiscent bells that kept the hours/and voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
in my head sean bean reads these lines in his civ vi voice. why did so much weird fiction pattern weird bits of worldbuilding after this bit. not that i am immune. voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhauuusted wells
BONUS CONTENT
so many things i wanted to add that werent written or that i didnt have memorized perfectly enough
1i. the, like, entire first half of to tundra by los camp, which i will reproduce below
meet me at st nicholas among the oaks behind the church that sway like pigtailed girls as summer wind whistles around your bare-shin knees and the forsythia leaves
in the shade lay with me tickled by the feather reeds thats where the trees grow old under the ivys hold as you in my two arms equally safe from harm
and in a hazy daydream our bodies married the stream and we broke down into pebbles and silt the water ran from the fields until the oceans we filled and found the seabed the comfiest quilt
there was more life in the weeds than in the few hundred seats that rose from transept to chancel to nave [...]
2i. prim leaves her father’s house. i won’t reproduce the whole story here but there’s a girl prim and her father is the god hansa and they live in a house of iron nails and one day her dad is killed and she has to go bury him and takes nothing but his corpse and a single iron nail. and she traipses all across creation and the void looking for somewhere to bury him but every time she tries his corpse shouts at her for being shit at it. and eventually she collapses, and drops the nail and it springs right up into the same exact house, and she imagines crawling in there with her fathers corpse to die next to him and freaks out and then
A pale face came before her and she was abruptly struck from her despair as though by a great hammer. A beautiful stranger had appeared, mild and tall, of milky flesh, spare in figure, but radiant in voice and visage. "I know you," said the stranger in a small voice, "you are Prim."
"I was Hansa's orphan, the slave, Prim," croaked Prim in response, "and now I am nobody, just a small dirty thing in great emptiness and here I will die."
"No," said the stranger, and the clarity and firmness of her voice and smile send a shock through Prim, "you are Prim, and Prim only, and Prim you shall be." And Prim there realized her tears had made a great pool and she was greeting her own reflection. And she fell into that murky pool and straight away it turned clear as crystal and Prim vomited forth a great black knot from very deep within her, and her body was scoured and lashed by the icy waters of that pool, and great draughts of poisonous filth and despondency were drawn in rushing gasps from her wounds, and her skin was sealed and her soiled trappings were purged and the caked illness and death was ripped away and she rose from that pool fresh and humming. Her back straightened and she scarcely thought on her father's corpse or the faintest echo of that iron house. That is how Prim left her father's house.
so basically abaddon scooped all of tsiy and every other haunted house writer in like five thousand words
3i. berenike
From my words you will have reached the conclusion that the real Berenice is a temporal succession of different cities, alternately just and unjust. But what I wanted to warn you about is something else: all the future Berenices are already present in this instant, wrapped one within the other, confined, crammed, inextricable.
4i. a ghost does not come to stand in the dark doorway of your room because it is an 18th century orphan girl named annie. a ghost comes to stand in the doorway of your room because the doorway is where things come to stand. - i am in eskew, david ward
the formats all fucked up now huh. this has influenced my thoughts on both psychogeo and necromancy. what a fucking guy. theres also the pope lick bridge one but
5i. i hope you will forgive me for including a bit from tsiy
I opened my eyes. I was kneeling at the base of a tree, at the top of a grassy hill, under starry night. Dad was standing a little ways back, head craned back to look at the tree. "What is this place to you?" he asked, looking around. The island came to an abrupt stop at the edges; it wasn't a floating island in space or anything, there just.....wasn't anything beyond the edge of it. Like looking past the edge of your own eyesight -- not the blackness of eyelids, but the colorless place beyond.
"I'll die here someday," I said, and meant it.
i really need to work on getting places and haunted places into the new draft. im slacking. but im also not allowed to go back and change anything rn or ill just never get anywhere
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Not My Style...
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Basil tensed as the door opened, he hadn’t been expecting his new guardian to burst in so quickly, and truth be told, he was terrified to officially meet him. Partly because he was afraid that there had been a mistake, that Mr. Rose had changed his mind, and partly because... he now looked very different than the last time they had spoken.
“Oh. You’re looking well.” The gentleman in the suit smiled at him, though Basil could see the confusion on his face. “That’s a lovely haircut.”
“Y-you’re not mad..?” His voice trembled, he could hear Oleana’s voice echoing in his head, telling him that Rose would never love him if he went through with it, that ‘he adopted you for a reason, and you’re not a little boy so quit trying to act like one’.
“Mad? Of course not, dear.” His voice was gentle, soothing, and as he knelt down the confusion cleared from his face. “Now then, there’s the matter of your name.” His smile never faltered. “What would you like me to call you?”
Basil’s cheeks flushed red. He hadn’t expected this sort of response. “Basil, sir...” He looked down at his feet, still nervous.
“Basil, what a fine name. Welcome home, son.” He wiped the tears that started to fall, and pulled the boy into a hug.
He couldn’t keep himself from crying. He was home...
Kabu hadn’t heard anything from Basil for a few hours, and though he wanted to give Basil his space, he was worried that something had happened to him. He finished his training and let his Pokemon wander, kissing his Growlithe’s nose. “There’s a good boy... good job today.”
The Growlithe licked his cheek and bounded away to play.
He could hear a familiar tune coming from Basil’s bedroom, and his door was cracked open slightly. Kabu assumed this was an invitation to pop in and say hi, so he stuck his head in. “Hey, kid. You about ready for dinner?”
Basil was sitting at his desk by the radio, looking in a mirror, gasping and almost falling over when Kabu started to talk with a scream. “NO!” He scrambled away, putting as much distance between them as he could, feeling terror rising in his heart.
“Oh! Basil I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you I-- are you wearing makeup?”
Basil started to cry, babbling out apologies and begging Kabu not to hurt him. His hands went to his face, trying to rub off the makeup and smearing it. He screamed again when Kabu’s hands wrapped around his wrists and pulled them away gently.
“Basil, Basil shhh... It’s okay, it’s alright I’m not going to hurt you...” He soothed. “Don’t rub at your face, that’s terrible for your skin, it’s okay...” He kept calming him until he was sure he could let go of him, then handed him his cane and led him down to Kabu’s bedroom. He sat Basil down on his bed and dug through his bathroom doors till he found some makeup remover wipes. “These won’t irritate your skin.” He smiled and started working to wipe away the smeared eyeliner.
Basil sniffled. “You’re not mad..?”
“No, honey, why would I be mad?” Kabu assured him.
“B-because I’m a boy...”
Kabu chuckled. “There’s nothing wrong with that, dear. I wear makeup sometimes too, when I go on TV.”
“Really?” Basil pulled away from the wipe, looking for any sign he was lying.
“Well of course, gotta look nice and young and pretty for the young ladies.” He winked and that made Basil giggle a bit.
“You’re weird, Kabu...”
Kabu smiled, thankful that Basil was no longer afraid, and worked on getting the rest of the makeup wiped off. “I’m sorry I scared you. I should have knocked. Do you want me to help you put your makeup back on?” Basil shook his head. “Is there any way I can make this up to you?”
He could see Basil thinking, considering this question. “Let me do your makeup?”
“Oh?” He grinned at that. “Would that make you happy?”
Basil nodded. “I want to do your makeup.”
“Hey, was that Piers you were listening to up there? I think he has a concert tomorrow. Would you like to go? We can make a day of it.”
Basil gasped. “What? Really? You’d let me go see Piers?!”
Looking at him like that, Kabu would have let him do anything. “Of course we can go. Whatever you’d like.” He crawled up into bed and pulled Basil up beside him, leaning back on the headboard. “Whatever you want to do.”
Basil yawned and leaned against him. “Kabu..?” He hesitated, he was still nervous to say something to make him mad. He didn’t want to lose another guardian. “Why does Bede hate you so much? He said you were mean and that you hurt him...”
Kabu felt a pang of guilt. He had forgotten. “Well... you see... I made a mistake. Bede... did too. He broke into my gym and tried to steal my gym badge because he was worried about fighting me.” He gulped. “I caught him, and lost my temper. And I may have... well... hurt him. A little bit.”
“Bede said you called him a brat and spanked him.”
He cringed. “Yes. That... that is what happened. I lost my temper with him and I shouldn’t have done that.”
Basil sat quietly for a while, and Kabu was afraid he was afraid again.
“Are you gonna do that to me if I do something wrong?”
“No. No, I shouldn’t have done that to him either. And I didn’t know about... what you two were going through.”
Basil let out a small whine. “He told you about Oleana..?”
“He told me what she did to him. I’m sure she hurt you too.” He soothed.
Basil nodded. “My leg... she would hurt my leg if I did something wrong... and... she’d hurt us if we tried to tell Rose... and he didn’t believe us anyway...”
“I believe you. And I believe Bede, too. We’ve put aside our differences, now that we’re co-workers.” He promised. “I’ll never hurt you. I’ll never hurt him again. I swear.”
Basil closed his eyes and laid his head against Kabu’s chest. “Okay...” He practiced the breathing exercises that Kabu had taught him, and within minutes he had dozed off completely.
Kabu laid him down in his bed, tucking him in softly. His hands shook, he couldn’t get the look Basil gave him out of his mind, so fearful, so hopeless... He’d do anything to never see him look like that again. He closed the door and let him sleep, moving to the couch. No point in moving the boy, he looked so comfortable.
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Kabu let Basil sleep in the next day, and made pancakes for breakfast.
“Kabu...? Is something wrong? It’s so late...”
He smiled at Basil, waving with the spatula. “Good morning! Pancakes?”
Basil sat down at the table, and eyed them hungrily. “These aren’t healthy...”
Kabu chuckled. “I know. It’s okay to take a self-care day every once and a while!” He laid a plate down in front of Basil and had one for himself. Basil scarfed down the pancakes hungrily. “These are so good!” He gave a few pieces to his Scorbunny too, which made Kabu laugh.
“Are you boys excited for the concert today? I’ve heard it’s gonna be killer...”
Basil nodded happily. “Piers is so cool! He’s like... my hero! His music is amazing and his Pokemon are so cool! He’s amazing!”
Kabu happily let Basil control the day, picking all the things they did and even letting him do his makeup before the show. Basil let him look, only after he was done, and laughed out loud at himself. “I look ridiculous!”
Basil blushed. “You don’t like it..?”
“It’s not my style, but it looks lovely.” He promised. Basil had given him thick black eyeliner and pale white makeup, and dark black lipstick, and quickly did the same for himself.
Once he was ready, the two made their way to Spikemuth for the concert. Basil had never been and took in the city with wide eyes. “Oh wow...”
The concert was just as intense and amazing as Basil had hoped it would be. He watched Piers on stage, starstruck by how confident he was. When the concert was over, he wished it could go on forever.
“Well? What did you think?” Kabu smiled down at him.
“It was... amazing...” He smiled back, leaning on his cane. “Piers is so cool..!”
“You wanna meet him?”
“What?!”
“Come on!” Kabu pulled his sleeve gently. “Let’s go backstage!”
“You don’t know him! We can’t go backstage!”
“Says who? Come on!” He smirked.
“Oh my God Kabu no! You’re gonna embarrass me in front of Piers don’t!” He was pulling away from Kabu but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. The two mean looking doormen took one look at Kabu and moved aside when they got there.
“See?”
“That doesn’t mean anything! You don’t know Piers!”
Kabu just laughed and pulled him backstage.
Piers was leaning against the back wall, chatting with his foul-mouthed band members with a sneer, but when he looked up and saw Kabu his whole demeanor changed. He stood up straight and gestured for his band-mates to scram before approaching with a genuine smile. He bowed respectfully.
“Master Kabu...”
Kabu couldn’t hide his grin, pulling him into a hug. “Piers... you did so great up there... as always.”
“I didnt’ know you were coming or I would have played something more mellow for you!”
Basil looked from one man to the other, jaw dropping. “What the fuck..?”
Kabu spun around then. “Language, young man!”
Piers laughed out loud, clinging to Kabu’s arm to keep himself upright. “And who’s this funny little dude?”
Kabu introduced them, and Piers could tell he was a fan. He shook Basil’s hand and signed an album for him before sitting down with them to talk.
Basil watched with starry eyes as Kabu and Piers talked, reminiscing about the good ol’ days. Piers told him about how Kabu had taken him in when he was younger, and had helped him deal with his ‘young teen angst’ with music.
“Kabu got you into music? I don’t believe it.” Basil snorted.
“Who do you think taught me to play guitar?”
“Bullshit.”
“Language!” Kabu hissed and swatted gently at his arm, teasing more than anything.
“Come on Kabu, why don’t you play something for him!” Piers handed him a guitar.
“What? No, I haven’t touched one in years.”
“Please?” Basil asked sweetly.
Kabu sighed and took the guitar, and just like riding a bike, it all came back to him. He started to play, and once he got into it, he started to sing an old song. His voice was soft and a little gruff, but by no means bad. Piers grabbed his base and quickly joined in with a harmony, and Basil was moved by the sound. They sounded amazing together...
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Kabu and Basil called it a night, and Kabu walked him up to his room, knowing his leg was starting to get sore from all the moving around. He tucked him in and kissed his forehead.
“Kabu? Will you sing to me?” He asked shyly. “You sing really nice...”
He blushed a bit at the compliment and sat on the edge of the bed. “Alright. Get comfy.” He smiled as Basil snuggled down into the blankets and reached for Kabu’s hand to hold.
Kabu held his hand and pet his hair while he sang a lullaby, and once Basil was asleep, he pulled the door closed softly and drug his own sorry tired butt to bed. His rotom phone was flashing on the nightstand, a message deemed important, but not important enough to look at tonight. It would be there in the morning.
#kabu#gym leader kabu#my precious baby basil#piers#sword and shield#dad kabu#implied child abuse#oleana#rose#basil is trans!#and don't you forget it!#hes a good boy!#and I love him#lmk if i need to tag anything else
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Canyon Moon Chapter 1
Fat Amy POV: I walked out of my car with Beca behind me. I had on my sunglasses and I put my hand over my face to block the hot sun from my eyes. “This is it girls,” I said as three more girls rose from the car behind me. Jessica and Ashley rolled out of the trunk groaning. “This is pretty cool, I guess” said Beca half-heartedly. Beca had been really upset upon receiving the invitation to Chloe and Chicago’s wedding and all of us had been named bridesmaids. To everyone’s surprise, Aubrey was the maid of honor and not Beca which only made things more awkward between Chloe and Beca. When they were in college and afterwards too they were roommates. I noticed how close they were so I gave them plenty of room to hang out but once Chloe started dating Chicago, things got tense and Beca started distancing herself from Chloe. Chloe’s invitation came out of the blue in sparkly pink handwriting. I pretended not to notice that night when I heard Beca’s sobs.
“This is a really nice spot 👌 for a wedding,” said Jessica. “Though it is hot as hell!”
“Yeah”, replied Ashley, “but not as hot as Chicago! I can see why Chloe picked him!”
Unfortunately, this was when Beca chose to walk into the conversation. She winced at the mention of Chicago’s name and stared despondently into the distance.
Beca POV
I’ve been dreading this day. Chloe is going to marry a dimwitted airhead because like all straight girls, her taste is absolute garbage. She probably thinks young Joe Biden is hot. I just hope that I can hold it together during the ceremony. Thank God Chloe asked Aubrey to be the maid of honor. I don’t think I could take it, having to give a toast to their happy future when all I really want to toast to is my marriage with her. I’m not even sure if I can stand being a bridesmaid. (I’ll just have to channel my inner Taylor Swift and pretend to be straight.)
I am 5'10 suck it lindsey <becqa is like 5’ 2”>fake news probably from salty lindsey
“Ready to go?” Asked Amy, “we’re grabbing lunch with Chloe and the rest of the gurlz at Chipotle”
I snapped out of my reverie to reply, “sure, yeah, sounds good,” but my mind was still filled with thoughts of chloe.
Chloe POV
I take a deep breath before walking into the restaurant. This is the first time all the girlz are together in 3 years and I don’t know what to expect. Mostly, I was worried about Beca. She’s grown more and more distant over the past few years, despite my constant texts and invitations to meet up. After I announced my engagement, she stopped replying at all, so I had to choose Aubrey as my maid of honor, which has gone exactly the way I expected. COMPLETE bridezilla.
Someone clears their throat behind my and I jump, realizing I’m blocking the door. I skitter like a rat out of the way, apologizing, but the person doesn’t move. I finally look up and see Beca staring at me.
“Hey” Beca mutters and pushes past me.
“Hewwo?” I call after her, confused. Is she mad at me?
Before I can run after her, Aubrey appears next to me so suddenly I feel sure that she has teleported and it makes me jump.
“Why aren’t you getting ready for the rehearsal dinner?” She asks me forcefully. “I specifically told you half an hour ago to go to your room and change because the dinner will be starting at any moment but you’ve just been standing here lingering by the door.” I wasn’t processing what she was saying because my thoughts were elsewhere but I made out that I was supposed to go to my room.
I went to my hotel room across the street with my head filled with the way Beca had just brushed past me like I didn’t even matter. When I got back to my room, I laid down on my bed and cried until my head hurt and I was exhausted. I let my eyes close and allowed myself to forget about Beca in my dreams. Or so I thought.
It’s the day of the wedding. I look in the mirror and sigh. Yes, I look stunning and my hot bod fits perfectly in my dress, but it’s for the wrong person. Chicago is great, but I just don’t feel passionate about him. All our conversations feel like small talk.
“Ready?! You have to hurry, the wedding is starting!” Aubrey screeched. I rubbed my ears(which are quickly losing their use to her obnoxious voice) and got up. I resisted a last look in the mirror-I didn’t need to see my miserable expression again-and headed out of the room.
As I walked to the hall(what’s the main part of a church called? I know i’m a fake christian), I tried to amp myself up. This wouldn’t be so bad. I need to get over Beca anyways, she’s happy with tort boi, sad as that makes me. Chicago is loving and kind and he loves me, and as for me, well, I’ll just fake it till I make it. I walked down the aisle oblivious to my surroundings, but when I looked up at my groom, Beca was there, looking gorgeous in a tailored dress. She always did have good taste.
“Why are you here? Where’s Chicago?” I asked, stunned into oblivion.
“Why would you need him? You know I’m all you need. We are aca-perfect,” she replied, her voice soothing. Too soothing. And since when was Beca so forthright and mystical? I opened my mouth to jumble together a response, but all that came out was
“Chloe! You are drooling all over my bed! Nap on your side, puh-leAse!”
Ugh. So it was a dream. Aubrey was still deafening though. I guess that’s the very essence of her soul.
“Anyways, you can’t be napping, you’re the woman of the hour! Tonight is the rehearsal wedding, and everything has to be perfect!” she snapped again, her pinched mouth reminiscent of a snapping turtle. Huh. Maybe she and Theoi should get together.
That line of thinking wasn’t going to get me anywhere, so, with a Herculean effort, I got out of bed, grimaced at the drooled-on pillow, and went to get ready.
Chicago POV
I can’t believe I’ve let it get this far. I mean who knew that when I saw a pretty girl touring with her failing a capella group, it would last this long? And now I don’t know how to get out. But I have to.
I threw off the sheets and rolled out of bed, shivering because Chloe had turned up the AC so high, but she didn’t even stay the night. Our hotel had lots of pictures (over 12) of the Grand Canyon, despite being an almost hour drive away. I tried to picture us saying our vows with the beautiful red rocks in the pictures behind us, but it just didn’t sit right. I knew I had to do something.
I took a quick piss outside (I don’t believe in modern plumbing), and decided to call Chloe.
She picked up the second time I called her, sounding half asleep even though it was already eleven.
“What?” She asked urgently, as though something was wrong.
“Uh, nothing, i was just wondering where you were since you didn’t come back last night.”
“Oh! I just, uh, decided to spend some time with the old gal pals. You know, catch up on life and stuff. You wouldn’t understand.”
“Um… okay,” I said, even though I did understand, because she was just talking to her friends, “are you coming back soon? I kind of want to talk.”
“Yeah sure,” she responded, but seemed distracted by something (or someone) else, because she abruptly said, “catch you later,” and hung up.
I knew we had to talk about our future, because even though she was excited about the friends, and the food, and the planning, I felt, I knew, she was just a little bit less excited about me. This marriage was not going to end in divorce 6 months later if I could help it, so my options are call it off right now, or fake it till we make it. And I think the second option was going to be a little bit harder, so I decided the stronger one of us would have to do something (and I am stronger because I am in the army).
Beca POV
I can’t stop thinking about that moment with Chloe. Seeing her after so long, it all came back to me, no matter how much I’d tried to repress it. Her constant peppy texting had caused me a mental breakdown every time I got a notification. It got to be too much and I had to give her a random number from a burner phone to text instead, like I did with Theo. When I saw her at the restaurant I just froze and couldn’t speak. Also she yelled hewwo and I didnt like that.
Now I’m trying to get ready for the rehearsal dinner, but this dress is uuuuugly. I’m pretty sure Aubrey picked it out because she hates me more than usual recently. The dress is also really tight, too tight to breathe. I give up on making it look nice and cut it crudely down the front with scissors. Hopefully no one will notice. I see that I’m late for the dinner and run out of my room, straight into Theo, the turtle man.
“W.T.F.?!?! What are you doing here?” I demand, angry that he’s slowing me down.
“Woah, heh heh, why are you so worked up?”
I practice my Miss Congeniality self defense - Solar Plexus, Instep, Nose, Groin - and step over him curled up on the floor like a grub.
As I run away from his body on the ground, I turn a corner and run straight into a hotel attendant in the hallway. She staggers a little and almosts trips but I catch her by grabbing her arm to steady her. “Oh I’m so sorry!” I say and she smiles at me.
“That’s okay,” she says and I smile back. She frowns and says “are you okay?” I turn serious and say “ummm… yeah.. Why?”
“It’s just that your smile looks more like a grimace and your dress is all cut up,” and I flinch at because she was right and I wasn’t doing okay. “Do you have a minute? I ask and when she nods, I unload everything I had been feeling lately and about how I really felt about Chloe and how I really felt about this wedding.
“I am so sorry for you,” she said, placing her hand on my arm and rubbing it. “Do you need anything?”
“Actually, yeah,” I say hesitantly to her because I was worried my new friend would be scared off at my request. “Do you think you could walk me to my dinner?”
She smiles and says, “Of course,” Taking my hand, she says “I’m Sophia, by the way.”
“Beca” I say and we walk hand in hand down the hallway of the hotel.
Chloe POV
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I’m at the rehearsal dinner, some snooty restaurant that Aubrey picked. You’d think she’s the one getting married, with the amount of planning she’s put into this. Annoying as she is, I cannot deny that she is dedicated to making my ‘best’ day perfect. Sadly, she can’t change the fact that the person I’m marrying is in no way perfect for me.
Don’t think like that, I reminded myself. You need to fake it till you make it.
“Chloe?” called Chicago, “Can we talk?”
“Yeah, sure-,” I replied halfheartedly, since Beca had just walked in with another girl. They were holding hands and looked friendly. Too friendly. Wasn’t she with Theo? Too many emotions flooded into my mind-sphere and I recoiled from the shock. Had they broken up? I repressed the joy I felt from that thought. It probably wasn’t true, and besides, she was with someone else anyways. But I always thought she was straight… No she was probably just friends with this girl, you know how normal american girlz act… But if she was with this girl, was she cheating on Theo? Should I let him know or let the relationship fall apart on its own? Was this a short fling? Would-
“Chloe! You all right?” asked Chicago, concerned. I shook my head, muttered a “yeah, fine” and followed him off to one of the changing rooms.
“Sorry about this, I wanted to talk somewhere… private,” he explained in a low tone.
Private? What was that supposed to mean? He wasn’t trying to…
“There’s no easy way to put this. But I… this isn’t working. And I’m sorry I’ve let our relationship get this far, but… It was so easy to get carried away. I just don’t feel passion for you,” Chicago said, his face a perfect picture of apology and shame.
Oh thank god, he wanted to break up. I let out a short laugh, which might have not been the best thing to do.
“Sorry,” I quickly replied, “It’s just… I’m relieved. I’ve been feeling the same way. It’s been a while since I’ve felt more than friendliness towards you. At least we didn’t get married yet!”
“Well what’re we gonna do? Call off the wedding obviously, but we’ve prepped so much!”
I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could get more than an “I aca-completely agree wi-” when Aubrey burst through the door. Jesus Mary and Joseph, she really couldn’t have had worse timing!
“Aca-excuse me?! What is going on here?! Do you seriously want to call off my perfectly planned wedding!!!” she shrieked, surely letting the whole wedding party hear our issues.
“Ahhhh!” I screamed at her. “Aubrey! I don’t have time for you to make this all about you! Just because you will never find someone who loves you doesn’t mean that you get to make this all about you!” Her face looked shocked and I stormed out of the restaurant.
I looked out in the horizon and saw the stunning view of the Grand Canyon beneath me. I had always wanted to see the Grand Canyon and had wanted all of my wedding pictures to have the stunning view in the background because I love nature and it was extraordinary that the Earth made this over thousands of years. Amazing. I wanted to get a closer look so I began to walk towards the canyon.
Soon, I heard footsteps following me and I turned to see Beca chasing after me. My stomach fluttered. She ran until she was about 6 feet away from me and we looked in each others’ eyes for what felt like five minutes. I was waiting for her to tell me she loves me but I knew she never would because she loved Theo or that girl she was holding hands with or something. Instead I said “Do you want to walk with me?” She nodded silently and we walked towards the canyon together.
When we finally reached it we stood at the edge overlooking it, staring at it in silence and then she turned to me and leaned in to kiss me. I was so scared that I staggered back and before I knew it I was falling, hitting tree after tree and rock after rock. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was Beca screaming “CHLOE!” and jumping in after me.
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Map of the Soul: 7
After a ~315 day drought without new music and a comeback from the legends, we are finally back with MOTS: 7! It been a hot minute since ive done a album review (solely for myself LMAO) so lets get back into it bc this album is a home run
Interlude: Shadow. Here we have the extended version of the interlude. can i just say that the lyrics to this masterpiece are so real and true. its not suga speaking nor is it agust d, this is min yoongi speaking of his internal conflict with the celebrity life, which is heartbreaking. on another note, the visuals of the mv are stunning and the ending--dont u just wanna go apeshit??? truly a great addition to the album!
Black Swan. sister black swan has been with us for a month-ish now? it still bumps. HARD. i blasted this to and from my drive to work to the point where i was scared if id get sick of the song but that didnt happen. the way how its hard to pinpoint when and where a member would sing/rap because they INTENTIONALLY wanted the voices to blend as if they were one body. this is the group’s narrative on how no matter how passionate one is on a certain craft, when they lose that drive, its like a death. and it is up to themselves to spark that love and interest once again. a very relatable story across various media, talents, skills, etc.
Filter. When I first heard that this was a jimin solo showcasing the many sides of Jimin, i thought that it was going to be a sad ballad to kind of follow the theme mots: 7 seemed to give off; thought that it would talk about how he has to force personas onto himself to appeal to the masses, but it is the complete opposite. Jimin is all the faces he puts on, he can be cute, sweet, and caring Jimin but he is also a sexy, flirty young man that can attract any living being. how he switches from falsettos to a lower register voice is beyond me, what a versatile one he is! <3
My Time. Moving onto jungkook’s solo, I knew the lyrics were going to be sad especially when it seems to compare himself to others his age. How he speaks about how fast time runs for him, how his childhood and current life is not of the average 22 year old (LIKE UM HERE I AM, SAME AGE AS JUNGKOOK AND IM NORMAL AF while he’s out here breaking records?? WOW). but the life of jungoo can be a bit overwhelming, completely understandable. I just want our boi JK to know that he can be himself and live freely despite such different circumstances. On another note, the groove of this track is so GOOD. it reminds me of Ari and ugh i LIVE for this jam
Louder Than Bombs. When the track started, I could totally tell Troye Sivan helped produce it, it has such a unique sound that only Troye would use. It sounds like this song would totally be on a movie soundtrack IDK WHY. like, i can picture it during an apocalypse movie sldkjg im not completely sure what the meaning is to the song (bc im big stupid) but i feel like its a track saying that no matter the struggles, they will continue to sing confidently, strongly, and wholly to us endlessly. beautiful, just beautiful.
ON. Moving on to the title track of MOTS: 7! I’m very picky about strong anthem-type songs but ON is actually p addicting HAHA There’s a background sound that repeats in the back that sounds like Sans from Undertale, aint that wild LMAO but anyways, the Manifesto Film was crazy good. The drums, the band, the breakdown of it all? UNBELIEVABLE. Also, JK’s vocals during the bridge? H O W. That breakdown tho...oof, that was amazing. They still dance with the thirst that rookie bts would and i think thats why ppl are so drawn to them no matter how many years pass. Fun fact: the choreographer of ON as well as Dionysus actually is from my city in Hawaii and we went to the same high school THATS WILD. the talent she holds!
UGH! Rap line ATE this shit, are we KIDDING. An ode to all the hate comments that we receive, u can see how fed up they are. They made POINTS and we all agree, its the damn law. The way how they opened up with a gunshot, we knew it was coming. Everyone joked about how we bout to hear some gunshots on this album, well they threw ALL of it on this track. Can i just say that Hobi’s verse tho? it hits different, it really do. When they went “ahem, ahem. ahem, ahem-ahem, YOUR AHEM. AHEM-AHEM--” OOOOOUGH i felt that shit!! god, imagine this in concert...the building aint ready!
0:00 (Zero O’ clock). Now we have the vocal line track, we knew they were bout to present some vocals. Great sound, slow and reflecting. Not the first track I’d listen to but it is a great listen. The lyrics tho get to me. The way how they comfort us and say that life can be rough but you can be happy. no matter what happens, with the turning of the clock to 0:00, its a brand new day and we can make the day better. what a powerful message that all of us need to hear once in a while. we will be happy guys, we deserve to be.
Inner Child. Tae’s solo which is a message to his young self. I expected a slow ballad filled with his warm vocals reminiscent of Winter Bear, 4 o’ clock, and Scenery but boi was I wrong. He has this sunset glow voice that wraps u so warmly and the sound is just so happy, pure, and innocent. Its a hopeful message to his younger self on how we will change and be the amazing person we want to or will be. I was sobbing at this song, I tell u. It was 2:00 am in the morning and I was sobbing into my pillow. Imagine comforting your past self that everything will be okay and to take ur hand, it will be all worth it in the end. When he sang “ur my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy!” Ugh...the tears!
Friends. When I heard this was a vmin duet expressing their friendship with each other, I knew it was going to be so emotional! I didn’t expect such a fun, poppy sound tho. They truly are soulmates, the love they have for each other is so wholesome and real, it truly exhibits the love I have for my friends--they’ve been with me through thick and thin, during happy and sad times; the amounts of serotonin they give me is just HHHH. The way how Tae and Jimin have been friends since high school until now is just ugh...we love it. Towards the end when they started singing “you are my soulmate!” towards each other, i started sobbing so hard because WOW. the shivers i felt, this song made me so happy and full!
Moon. Next we have Jin’s solo which is an ode to us army’s. And on another perspective, this is a song from the moon (jin) to the Earth (army)--i have tears in my eyes. The lyrics especially got me in a chokehold and made me sob, the way how he says that he will always be by our side no matter what, the same way how we are there for him...god. The chorus really gets to me, it feels so happy and thankful and I just want to tell Jin that I will forever follow him and the boys. They’ve been with me for years now and I will continue to support, love, and listen to them. Ily to the moon and back, our moon.
Respect. I didn’t expect a Namgi duet but HERE WE ARE. Goddd when i heard that i was SO EXCITE. They’ve known each other for +10 years now and they never miss the chance to tell everyone that they’ve been friends for that long. Not @ how they disliked each other at first but grew to be so mf close, to the point where their family. Ughhh, im so uwu rn. Im so happy, so so happy that Nams started it with AYO SUGA; i SCREAMED. Also, i heard that they recorded it in one take and i could see how much fun they had--especially considering that their rap styles are completely different. Even tho in the song they joke about not knowing what the word Respect means, we know...we just KNOW the high amounts of respect they have for each other. As they mentioned before, Yoon’s respects towards Nams’ leadership and care towards everyone and Nams’ respect towards Yoon’s love and passion for music and producing. Peak comedy is Yoongs overloading on autotune during his parts to the point where its intentional. Bless Namgi.
We are Bulletproof: The Eternal. I felt like a CLOWN when this track started. Like everyone, i thought we were going to have a third installment similar to that of the strong, hip-hop, gunshot-filled part 1 and 2 of we are bulletproof, but we were met with soft vocals and rap. The lyrics tho get to me. This truly was a song about their entire journey and i felt like I experienced all years with them. They’ve been through so much and the way how they sang “we are we are together/forever bulletproof!” They are proud of where they came from and it has stuck with them till now. They are such real people...i cry. ALSO the “We were only seven, but we have you all now.” Whenever i see pictures of their debut fanmeets/concerts vs now its just crazy. imagine singing as an entire being during concerts when they start “OOOOH OH OHH” im so immensely proud of the feats they’ve reached and im excited on what they do next! <3
Outro: Ego. The way how he started it with the fitness gram pacer test just like in previous albums, ugh what a throwback! this song is such a Hobi track, its fun, dance-inducing and its just so FEEL GOOD. the way how he switches flows and is capable of doing so is *chef’s kiss* the way how he speaks about the path he takes is difficult but he doesnt regret it...SOBS also the mv??? UGH SO CUTE. the flashbacks too;; i cry
ON (feat. Sia). With this track, there’s not much extra I can say, all my opinions still stand with the original track wit ot7. I jokingly told my friend that if Sia is gonna be on the track “hey nanana’ing” the same why Halsey was only “oh my my my’ing” i will ctfu. and...welp, that was what happened. I do love Sia tho so props to her!
Overall: I initially thought that MOTS: 7 was going to be a dark, ballad-filled album but it was anything but. It had so much fun songs, the lyrics are again, so deep and meaningful--it pulls at your heartstrings. It felt so raw, personal, emotional, and i love it in all its being. The boys will continue to amaze me no matter what they put out and i forever and endlessly will support and love them the same way they do for us. MOTS: 7 is a masterpiece and im in love
#trish speaks#map of the soul#7#seven#mots#mots 7#map of the soul 7#bts#i do this as a tradition at this point from...maybe WINGS album#so idc if its just me rambling and being mf cringey i just needed a place to rant about good music and cool ppl lol#yall can ignore this dis just a thing for me to let out my emotions lmao#anyway imma go back to drawing haikyuu pretty setters
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Learning to live:Chapter 2
So what brings you and the rugrats to Charming?" Tig asked. I knew he wasn't really intrested, he just wanted to know if I was going to be trouble, I won't but my ex might be. "Well, I got tired of my kids sperm donor cheating on me and being a junkie. After 7 years of it, it gets old" I said looking down at my feet and taking deep drags of my cigarette. "Why didn't you leave sooner lass?" Brit's ol'man asked.
"Honestly, I didn't think I deserved better or would ever find anyone who would ever want me." I answered still looking down.
"Fuck that prick! You deserve better babe. You're a damn good momma, you work every fucking day and never do anything for yourself, shit whens the last time you've actually had fun?" Brit asked me.
"Umm...Like real fun? Probably the last party I went to at Uncle Tom's clubhouse when I got arrested." I said looking up with a shit eating grin on my face.
"I wouldn't say getting arrested is fun." A bigger guy with glasses piped in as he walked up to us.
"That's because you've never been arrested with this bitch!" Brit said. "I remember it like it was yesterday. We was 16 and ate shrooms for the first time. And for some reason we thought it would be fun to get payback at some fucking blonde bitch for calling us biker whores and shit so we stole her car and pushed it into the lake!" Britni said laughing reminiscing on the memory. "You pushed a car in a lake and didnt get jail time?" The bigger guy asked again. "Oh that's not why we got arrested!" I said laughing. "Miss let's sneak into the local bar and dance naked on the bar is what got us arrested!" Britni told them still laughing uncontrollably at the memory.
"Yeah, I got public indecency and underage intoxication." I told them "You also tried to blow the cop to get him to let you go!" Britni reminded me. "Fuck, I forgot about that! Hey, at least he was attractive!" I said laughing "Dude he was twice your age!" She replied.
"We used to have so much fun. I miss it so much, all these fuckers want to do is drink till they pass out or bury their face in pussy!" Brit said putting her arm over my shoulder and squeezing.
"Well I haven't had sex since I got pregnant with Rayne and I haven't drank till I passed out since I was 18 so I'm not much fun anymore."
"Well we'll just have to change that! You're a hot peice of ass babe! You gotta get laid!" Brit said smacking my ass.
"Wait, did you just say you haven't had sex since you got pregnant with your girl..shes what like 5?" Tig asked with wide eyes.
"Yepp, she'll be 6 in September."
"But, you're like super hot!" The bigger guy said.
"Well thanks, I'm sorry I didnt catch your name."
"Phil." He told me.
"Well thank you Phil. But a lot of people dont think so, including myself. I still have baby weight to loose and it's been almost 6 years so." I said with a little chuckle.
•Happy's POV•
This chick was crazy! Staying with a dude for 7 years getting cheated on all because she didnt think anybody would want her! And not having sex in 5 years but knowing her boyfriend was out fucking anything with two sets of lips. She deserved better! The sparkle in her eye and the way she laughed while remembering all the fun her and Britni used to have warmed my heart even though I'd never tell anyone that. Everyone deserves to blow off some steam every now and then. Hell if I didnt get too I'd loose my fucking mind! And what the hell was she talking about no one wanting her, fuck I'd take her to my dorm and have my way with her right now! She was perfect! Beautiful face, tattoos lining her arms and hands, long thick black hair that I wanted to wrap my hands in, nice full chest that you could definitely tell was real the way they bounced when she laughed. Light skin with a slight olive undertone, a nice waist with a little belly from having kids, wide child bearing hips with a nice plump ass to match. She was bigger than the girls around here but shit that's what I liked something I could be rough with in bed and not worrying about breaking her. She may be bigger but you could tell she worked out, her ass was nice and firm but still had that fantastic bounce when she walked I could only imagine what it would look like bouncing on my dick. I wanted to find the fucker that ever treated her wrong and make him regret every single time he put his hands on her.
I remembered seeing her at the gas station and couldn't get those beautiful green eyes and plump lips out of his head then to see her pull up her and find out she's staying. By the time it was all said in done I'd have this women and she'd never remember that prick.
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"Shut the hell up girl! I know you workout everyday!" Brit said pushing my shoulder. "Not everyday, and now I wont be able to since I don't have anywhere to keep up my boxing lessons." I said looking over to check on the kids.
"Happy boxes, he could teach ya a little." Tig said grinning at Happy.
"I'm sure he's busy with other things. I'll just have to stick to walking or jogging then the kids can tag along."I said shrugging it off.
"Be out here tomorrow morning at 8." Happy said which shocked all of us.
"I'll be there, Thanks." I said shyly.
"Alright let's go get you and the kids settled in. I'm sure you have a busy day tomorrow." Britni said breaking the conversation.
"God yes, I have to get the kids enrolled in school and look for a salon and see if they're hiring." I said exhausted just thinking about it.
"Well the school thing I can help with, Tara, Jax' ol'lady can help with that she just enrolled Thomas their youngest. And as for a salon there is only one and it's a barber shop most women go to Oakland to get their hair done but he's a good friend and with some talking to should give you a booth. I know the ladies would love a hairstylist closer home." Britni said filling me in.
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After about a 10-minute drive from the TM we arrived at Britni's apartment. The kids were beyond excited to get settled in somewhere for more than a night, and I couldn’t blame them in all honesty I was too. Brit pulled her Camaro into the garage and I parked by the sidewalk that lead to her “apartment” as she called it, to me it was just a small house. She walked up to the car and immediately started helping me get things out. The kids had already jumped out and were sitting on the steps that lead up to the porch.
“Just get what ya’ll need tonight and I’ll send someone over tomorrow to help you unload the rest?” She stated opening the back hatch.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that I can get it. I packed it myself.” I replied with a chuckle.
“Don’t argue! Anyways if I didn’t send someone to help Gemma would have my head.” She said with an eye roll.
“Is someone afraid of this Gemma?” I asked with a smirk.
“We all are.” She answered flatly. “Wait till YOU meet her! I’m sure you’ll give her a run for her money!” She said with that smirk of hers that I knew meant trouble.
“Great! Can’t wait!” I said sarcastically grabbing the kids’ bags.
Brit grabbed my bag and led me to the door, unlocking it and entering the house. She had a nice place. As soon as you walked in the door you entered the living room, which she had painted a dark gray with a black leather couch and recliner on one side and a big flat screen TV on the other. The living room led into the kitchen, which had a small island in the middle of both rooms, it was simple black and gray just like Brit. I noticed that there was a door on each side of the living room, which I was guessing was the two bedrooms.
The kids hurried inside and stretched out on the couch and turned on the TV making them selves a home right away. I followed Brit to the door that was on the right side of the living room.
“It’s not much but its better than where you was.” Brit said as she walked in the room and flipped on the light.
“Anything was better than that! I’ll never be able to repay you, you know that right!” I told her in all seriousness.
“Shut your mouth, you and those babies are all the family I have left, if something would have happened to you I would of lost my mind. I just wish I could have got you out sooner, before the beatings started.” She said low.
“How did you know about that?” I asked looking down at my feet.
“Let’s just say Jamie called me every time you was in the hospital.” She told me.
That boy, I swear he might be quit and keep to himself but he never misses a thing.
“Annie, why didn’t you call me sooner? I would have got you out. I have a whole MC that would have backed me!” She said grabbing me by the shoulders and making me look her in the eyes.
“I was scared, you don’t know how many times I tried, I tried so fucking hard but I could never do it.” I said starting to cry.
“After the last time he put me in the hospital I was done. He really did a number on me that time.” I said lifting up the bottom of my shorts and showing her a scar that went 8 inches across my upper thigh.
“What the fuck Annie!” She asked running her fingers across the scar.
“My shorts were to short for a “Fat Bitch” to wear so he decided that he need to make a permanent mark to show me that my shorts had to be below that line.”
“This is the first time I’ve wore shorts in two years.”
I told her still looking at my feet.
“Babe you are worth so much more than that. Why didn’t you tell me what was happening?” She asked me again.
“I was embarrassed. I was such a strong person before I got with him I didn’t take shit from anyone let alone a man. Then I got with him and it was like I was trapped. I was scared to leave because if he ever found me I was sure he would kill me, and I couldn’t do that to the kids. That’s why I came here, I knew if he finds me here and kills me at least they had you to protect them. I cant let him get my babies..he would destroy them. They’re so innocent and sweet and have such a big heart and he’s so evil he would ruin them.” I rambled to her.
“I’m so sorry Annie, but know you are safe here YOU and those kids. Neither the MC nor me will let anything happen to you. And I promise you we will get the old Annie back! Now lets get you all settled in, you have a busy day tomorrow.” Britni said giving me a longing hug.
We walked out to the living room to see both kids passed out on the couch. I grabbed their blankets from their bag and cover both of them up and them a kiss on the forehead before I went to get ready to go to sleep myself. Britt went over and locked the door “Don’t worry only people that has a key is Chibs and Happy and they shouldn’t be by tonight.” She reassured me. I gave her a nod and told her good night. I went to my room and took off my clothes to change into a big-oversized Harley Davidson shirt and pair panties. I checked my purse for the 9mm that I picked up before we left West Virginia from an old friend. I made sure the mag was filled and out of the gun and laid both in the draw in the nightstand by the bed. The only thing that was going to help me sleep at night is knowing I had something to protect my babies! I laid in bed thinking about everything I had to do tomorrow and drifted off to sleep.
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Happy Days // Day6 fic; Days Gone By inspired
Pairing: Young K x Reader, and secret :P
Word count: 1,269
Characters: Young K, Reader, minor mentions of other Day6 members, Eric Nam, Park Jimin/Jamie, Baek Ayeon
Past and present, reminiscing, happy days to happier days.
Did not proofread, excuse the mistakes
Younghyun looks at his side and meets your eyes. You smile at him as you continue to walk down the aisle. That small curve of lips you show him reaches his heart and he can’t help but smile back.
As you fix your eyes in front again, he lets out a soft breath. He moistens his lips as he puts a hand in his pocket.
As your feet stride forward, his mind runs back down his memory lane.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
You flipped your head towards him because of his sudden query. You gripped the railing and straightened up before shaking your head. You darted your eyes back on the sunset.
“I was just wondering how many sunsets we’ll be able to watch together,” her eyes traced the reflection of the sun on the surface of the sea. “A thousand more?”
Younghyun’s lips stretched into a smile. He drew you closer to him, causing him to side-hug you. “A million more. Or a billion more? We have eternity together so I’m sure we would lose count.”
“Eternity,” you nodded. “Let’s ask someone to put our bodies together when our time here on earth ends,” you chuckled. “So that even if our souls are elsewhere--still together--our remains here on earth would also be still together. Now that’s eternity,” you laughed loudly.
Younghyun almost shook his head. He bites his lower lip to curb himself from chuckling.
Now you’re walking to the path of your eternity. He looks up once again and his gaze shifts a little bit towards the right, and it lands on Eric and Jimin (both your and Younghyun’s good friends) standing, holding a mic, and singing. There’s also Wonpil who’s accompanying them with the piano.
As he looks back to Eric and Jimin, who are now facing each other, still singing, another series of images flash in his mind.
“What do you want to be in the future?” You quizzed right after you plopped on your seat across him.
He was reading a book, probably reviewing for exams tomorrow. He stared at you blankly, trying to figure out why you asked the question out of the blue.
“A billionaire?” You chortled. “A singer? You’re good at singing! Or perhaps a musician! You and Eric could be a duo!”
Younghyun creased his forehead. “Eric is old.”
Your jaw dropped and you threw him an accusing look before playfully slapping his arm. “He’s not old. And he doesn’t really look like older than you.”
“You’re saying we look like we’re at the same age? Do I look old?”
You laughed and threw him a piece of crumpled paper that was on the table. “I was saying that Eric just looks young. It’s just 6 years.”
“Yeah, and by the time I’d be on my mid-twenties, he’d already be on his early thirties.”
“That doesn’t matter. Now back to the question, what would you want to be?” you leaned forward and pierced your eyes on his.
He thought for a bit before a playful smile started to form. “I want to be a father of a soccer team.”
You furrowed your forehead and it was his time to laugh.
“Only a soccer team?” You challenged. “Do you want to add a basketball team?”
His laughter halted and he gazed at you mirthfully. He leaned forward. “I’m really so lucky to have you.”
You grinned as you drew your face closer to his. “I know,” you let out a soft chuckle before planting a peck on his lips.
Remembering those days fills his heart with warmth. He’s satisfied. He scans the faces of the crowd. They’re overwhelmed. Most are all smiles and few are in tears. He looks ahead and sees Jae and Dowoon, looking more handsome and in their suit and tie, and with their hairs done. Dowoon, the one whom you think of as a little brother, is almost as red as the carpet you walked on. Jae, your childhood friend, is showing a tight smile, preventing his tears from falling.
Everything is almost a blur. Younghyun can’t really comprehend what people are saying or the solemniser in the center since the beginning of the ceremony. But he hears every word that leaves your mouth when you say your vow--loud and clear--while holding the hand of the man you love the most, your eternity.
You’re so beautiful in your white long dress that is hugging you, showing your curves. You aren’t really the sexy type, yet you look so perfect in it. You’re the most beautiful today--not just in one’s eyes, but to everyone in the place.
You’re beautiful like your memories together. You had little quarrels but there were really no sad days. There was comfort in silent conversations. There was security with each other’s gaze.
"Ah, what happy days. It was like a dream. Now though there won’t be more I’m going to leave them in the past... " Younghyun thinks and smiles silently as he lets his gaze linger on you.
“You may now seal your union with a kiss,” the vow master pronounces as the crowd gets excited.
“Go get it, Park Sungjin!” someone cheers and everyone laughs.
The groom, Sungjin, shakes his head. He bites his lips and brushes his palm on his shaved head before sealing the marriage.
Younghyun smiles at the sight. There’s no regret. Sure, the period after your break up was hard. It was a very rough road. He missed you a lot. Pain and sadness engulfed him. But it’s been long. And he has accepted it for quite a while now, too.
Delicate fingers grasp Younghun’s hand. He looks at his side and his eyes meet hers.
“You okay?”
“I’m okay, Ayeon,” he smiles at her as he intertwines their fingers. “I’ve always been okay since you found me.”
He was lost. He kept on walking in circles, trying to forget you yet always find himself trying to get back to you. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know which way to go. He was trapped in a maze and he would always find himself at the starting point. But she found him and led him out of that maze.
He told her everything. She knew about you. He told her how much he loved you. She knows how much he loves him now.
Yes, there’s no regret.
Younghyun looks at her intently. He can’t believe how blessed he is to have Ayeon by his side. She saw how broken he was yet he accepted him. Now he’s whole again. She knew the risk she was going to take, the uncertainties that would haunt her, the doubts that will keep knocking on her mind, yet she opened her heart. When Younghyun entered her heart, the fear slowly faded.
She has learned how to believe in what he feels for her. She came to believe in what they both have.
Younghyun’s thumb caresses the back of Ayeon’s hand before he lifts it close to his mouth and plant a kiss on it. “I love you,” he whispers.
Ayeon nods and shows a soft smile. “I know. I love you, too.”
Younghyun squeezes her hand softly yet firmly before looking at the newly wed couple again. You sure had happy days together--days gone by. Now both of you are in a different journey for happier days you’ll have in your lives.
“Someday,” Younghyun utters softly, almost whispering. He doesn’t intend for Ayeon to hear it, but she hears it still. “It will be the two of us standing in front, sealing the vow of our journey-to-be to never ending happy days.”
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I didn't put YoungK/Ayeon and Sungjin/Reader in the relationship/pairing because tadaaaa~! Surprise surprise! Sorry for those who were disappointed bc of YoungK/Reader expectation till the end but ended up with different people.
Also, I changed the usual "You may now kiss the bride" line.
Anyway, thoughts?
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Change of Decades
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when it was the end of 2019 I was caught up on the ideas of decades and how I should start a new decade with a different approach putting to affect everything I've learnt in the past decade. when december reached its end and came into more realisation and understanding to how I was in this past decade (2010-2019)
and what I've learnt and done in those 10 years and how I came to be from the very begginging of 2010 till the end of 2019.
from dancing and learning english to the mentalist and being smarter than everybody else. from reading books and listening to older people and their experience and learning from everything I face and live.
from 2012 and learning about the Illuminati and the Freemasons till the moment of full understanding by watching Zeitgeist movies.
to learning about Jacque Fresco and learning about everything he says and downloading his videos and rewatching them all.
and the venus peoject and how its bettet than everything I had ever read about or hear about.
to 2013 and buying a laptop and watching even more videos. and droppening out of highschool and never going back. and the time on facebook and youtube.
then in 2014 and leaving my old house and moving to a new neighborhood. and then dealing with the aftermath of that and how reminiscent I became about my shit old room as I described it and my old town that I was so desperate to leave.
to then unsubscribing from the faith and religion and escaping my environment.
to then adopting a new diet and being labelled vegetarian in 2015, then losing my laptop later that year.
then having my first smartphone in january of 2016.
and at February I did my first dental surgery and remove my right wisdom tooth in qibla,
and having my fist offical job in Basra Times Square Mall. in February.
and then removing my left wisdom tooth later that month
only to go back to that mall in march and having my favorite job of all time almost as cashier in Texas chicken restaurant.
and then quitting that job for me to be jobless for alomst the entire year.
then ofcourse 2017 and how hot and sad she was
how summery and painful
from the death of Jacque Fresco in may
getting my first tattoo in may
then June of sadness
my 23rd June anf the time in the beach
the sad songs and all the jobs of that year.
then 2018 and getting back to the same mall and going more to see and speak with the beach.
till the end of it and meeting golden girl
and then 2019 and how fast it was and how wiser I became, with every cup of tea and beach visit with every summer and palm tree.
for the sad and .... very sad
for all the songs and every single person I spoke with. that I hurt or made them feel good
nice and mean.
for the start and the end.
for all the changes.
for me
.
it only brings me to saying what I wanna say about trying to make the New Year's Eve special
in December 31st 2019, where I went to have tea at my spot in ashar and then to the beach of rivers.
I saw that everyone didnt seem to care about the year ending and definitely did not care about the decade ending. (wich is ofcurse a good thing, its just another number)
the seemed ok with 2019 ending because of what was going on at that time and the massive Revolution and the protest that was going on at that time from october fisrt.
then I moved my way back to the place of the protest in Jibila Basra Iraq at 10pm at night.
I saw that they were doing all kinds of operation and grief about all the young peole who died in the protest and still were dying at that time.
it was both mixed with sadness and happiness
hope and despair
love and hate
.
so I stayed there and decided that I want to finish this decade there with the people (mostly males)
and I had more tea and I played chess and I took a lot of pictures for the end of this decade.
and it happened at 12am where the clock marked the beginning of the new decade/year
I filmed the fireworks and the happy yelling of people in the street and all the overwhelming feelings that I had for I did not beleive I was alive that whole past decade and now I can witness the change of decades and document it and filim it.
after 23 mintues almost everything calmed down and everybody was going back to their places and some went back to their tents and I head back to empty ashar and empty Basra.
I walked in my town for a about 16 minutes at 1:16 am in january 1st 2020 and everybody was asleep and they definitely did not care about this decade.
.
its only 3 days in this decade and already a lot has happened, from ww3 and the memes to how bad it was in Iraq and with the killings of young protesters.
and the death of Kobe Bryant and his daughter.
to china declaring the outbreak of (covid19)
novel coronavirus in Wuhan China.
then the days went on and I had some of my own things to do like
getting on a boat for the first time in the decade this one and the one before.
having a somewhat happy/cold winter birthday
.
and for the very first time in my life I had someone as the best winterbirthday party present from the universe to make me happy at January 26th.
.
and I started doing a lot of things that I didnt think I could do or even think about in the first place.
and as the days went on and as we know each other and as I deal with the firstness of all of this.
of her
of the year
of the decade
of me
.
I had my first date ever in my whole life in February 14th
Valentine's Day
and I kept liking this decade with all of its early problems and stayed very positive about everything and wanted to see a solution for everything.
the time started to move fast and so does the problems, the protest and the killings and the pandemic that was declared on march 2020 by the WHO.
and I was very observant to how people and government reacted to this and how Iraqis reacted to this compared to the rest of the world. and I monitored everything both online and in real life and saw how the system started to crumble. and I tryed to stay very smart with this situation this is my first time witnessing a pandemic.
.
how did we not see what was coming, how did we not think about it and had teams be prepared for it how did we came to be very negligent and so comfortable with this system and we are witnessing now is the failing of
Governments
Economics
Religions
to deal with this very new thing in our day and age.
we have been sleeping on these comfortable beds of phrases like
"we are more advanced than ever now"
" humans can survive in every condition"
"humans are civil and smart"
and you can see that this is not true if you look at the current state of people and how they are behaving the globe.
your trust in democracy did not work
your trust in politics did not work
Your dependence on the economy and money did not work
Your religion and God did not work
.
and as we continued the destruction of the environment in ourselves with our aberrant behaviour. and how we can all see now that we were not really civilised or smart.
and now you are witnessing the aftermath of we did to this planet and ourselves.
.
only one thing remains one thing that helped us all since the beginning of time.
Science and how wonderful it is and how its the only way out of this pandemic.
.
every other thing has abandoned you,
your politics, economics, democracy, Money
and God.
they have all prove to you that they are not worth your time and faith in them.
they are not worth your thoughts of them
and their ego that makes you a victim of being you.
.
you can see that science is the only way, its the music and the internet of this Quarantine
the shows and the food
the company of people that is provided by the help of science
and medicine and doctors that are by science helping humans survive.
the ventilators and the bed
the antibiotics
the solution
.
and as Im sitting in my balcony of gaze, looking at the town as it rains heavy on these muddy streets, thinking to myseld if this is what I had in my mind for the start of the decade?
I dont know what I had in mind when I was waiting for a new thing to happen in this decade.
it is a strange time and a strange feeling that I have when I see the state of the world and how surreal it is.
I have hope for this planet and for humans that they will come out of this smarter and better
I dont know if they will I would like to work for that and see that in the next months and years and decades.
a lot of people are behaving currently regarding this situation.
most are doing their absolute best at times like these.
and I can only do my small part of anything from writing to filming and documenting.
and to listening to experts and science.
to not make assumptions and judgements
and to stay hopeful for the days to come.
.
maybe it will be the start of end of this Monetary System.
and the beginning of
Resource Based Economy.
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