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chattahoochiecoochie · 2 years

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One and Two

Summary: Mick’s relationship hits the internet

Word Count: 2.1k

Authors Notes: I got an ask about writing something inspired by landogate, theres certainly no drama here but that doesn’t mean I can’t invent some for a part two. The rest of my Mick fics can be found here.

“Hey, y’all!” Georgia came around the corner slowly, dragging out her entrance to make it as dramatic as possible. Unsurprisingly, only a few people stopped their work to look up at her. She wasn’t offended, they were busy, she could understand. That, and the fact that she’d already become familiar to them. Years of showing up to surprise her father for lunch. Sneaking around to look at car parts, question after question for the engineers. Her presence didn’t raise any eyebrows.

It was curious though, even when she told herself that it wasn’t. She used to arrive in her work overalls, covered in grease. Now she came in sparkly boots and denim shorts. What used to be a monthly visit turned into biweekly, and then weekly. The Georgia that had met the Haas team a few years prior hadn’t been interested in Romain or Kevin. This Georgia was at Mick’s side, always. Hadn’t anyone noticed?

Of course maybe everyone at Haas really was just so nice that they didn’t want to assume. Perhaps her father was a different man out of the house, and no one wanted to be scolded for asking questions. She knew for sure, at a minimum, that the Schumachers were notoriously private people. She’d ask when she saw him later. It’s not like he was keeping her a secret, so what harm could come?

“Alright kiddo, lunch?” Gary looked up from his computer, his head turning as he looked for his daughter. Georgia lifted her head and waved from behind one of the draft tables.

“Mkay’, Mick’s already there.” She skipped across the room, her boots scuffing on the concrete flooring as she made her way to her father. Georgia looped her arm in his, leading him out of the work room quickly. “I’m leavin’ after, I gotta car coming in for a consultation later.”

“What’cha got?”

“Pre-ignition. That’s what they said on the phone. We’ll see.” Georgia turned down a hall, fidgeting with her hair as they neared the lunch room.

“Is it older? You tell ‘em to just go up in octane?”

“Done already. I’m gonna check the air ta’ fuel ratio.”

“That’s my girl.” Gary grinned at his daughter, letting her go as Mick came into view, already tucked in at a table at the back of the room. He gave the boy a wave. “Hey, kid!”

“Hey guys.” Mick moved his chair to make room for the older man, gesturing for Georgia to take the seat across from him.

“Hi.” Georgia blushed, putting her fathers lunch sack on the table gingerly. “Mama sent some cookies for you. Daddy, you got leftovers.”

“Chicken an’ dumplings?”

“I think, or steak salad, from last night.”

“Chicken and dumplings like what we had a few weeks ago?” Mick looked at his girlfriend, his eyebrows raised.

“Well yeah, but Mama’s is better.” She pulled a thermos from the bag and unscrewed the lid, grinning as she slid the steaming container across the table for her father. “It’s dumplings.”

“I have sushi, you can have some if you want.” He offered his container to her, rolling his chopsticks between his fingers as she thought about it.

“I’m good with salad.” Satisfied, the trio began to eat quietly, Georgia passing out napkins in silence as they ate and drank.

When the bottom of her container came into view, she felt her tongue grow heavy in her mouth. She wanted to ask, but maybe on a different day. He wasn’t going to say anything negative, he never did. And she wasn’t unhappy or jealous. Just confused. Maybe she shouldn’t say anything at all.

“So I was thinkin’ ‘bout it. Maybe I could come to a race this year. I haven’t been before. And COTA is like two months away.” Not the question she meant to ask, not a question at all, really.

Mick coughed. Georgia narrowed her eyes as the men across from her seemed to shrink, Gary in particular.

“Are you sure you want to drive back from Austin on a Sunday? You got work on Monday mornings.” Gary sat up, leaning forward onto the table, moving his hands in broad gestures. A tell, if there ever was one.

“I’ll ask Sawyer for it off.” Her brother wasn’t fussy about taking days off. If she asked in advance he’d give it to her.

Both men stared at her in silence. Mick seemed the most uncomfortable, though her father seemed not far behind.

“I…uh…” Mick looked at Gary. It was as if they were sharing a private thought, mulling over the best way to deliver information they both seemed to have.

“Why don’t we let management see if they can get you a pass for the paddock, first.” Her father choked up the words, eyeing Mick cautiously as he spoke.

“Course they can. I’m his girlfriend. Doesn’t Nikita bring someone different every week? I’m easy, it’s just me.” Now they were nearing the root of her concern. What she thought would be easily explained away was becoming an apparent problem, one that ran deeper than she realized.

“Well of course–”

“It’s not like it’s a secret, right? Because if it was a secret that would explain why everybody pretends I’m not here. But it’s not, right?” Georgia lowered her voice, narrowing her eyes further as she looked between the two men.

“Of course not.” Mick spoke quickly, his tone firm and even. He looked to her father, relief washing over his face as he cleared his throat to speak again. “I’ve been trying to keep it private. But it’s not a secret. You’re not a secret.”

“I told him it was a good idea. The press won’t leave it alone if they find out. It’s not so simple as jus’ going to a race, or jus’ goin’ out in public. People will wanna know everythin’.” Said Gary, his eyes wide. He looked earnest, but more than that he looked worried.

“I want to go.” Georgia set her hands on the table, pressing the heel of her boot into the ground as she made her final call. “You don’t get ta’ decide without me.”

“I’ll ask Kelly about it.” Mick sank back in his seat, nodding along in agreement.

“I’ll go with you. We can ask ‘fore I leave for work today.” Mick’s manager was bound to put up more of a fight than he was. It couldn’t hurt to voice her opinion on the matter, herself, just to be safe.

Much to Georgia’s surprise, the long-time Schumacher aide was thrilled. Given the easy pace of her job, it’s not like she ever had to clean up after Mick, she seemed happy to have something to do, finally.

“Have you heard of a soft launch? That’s what everyone’s calling it. We’ll start there. I’ll get your paddock pass finalized this weekend.” She rambled on, thinking aloud about instagram posts and staged press photos.

“I don’t want a big fuss. We still want our privacy.” Mick looked at Georgia, realizing that now wasn’t the time to forget to include her again.

“Whatever is enough to make COTA happen. Nothin’ else.” She gave Mick a nudge, siding with him on the issue of privacy. She didn’t want to be a secret, but she sure as hell didn’t want to be major news either.

“Right, of course. Privacy is paramount. Maybe at least a few professional shots for instagram?” Kelly looked shyly at the young couple, trying to contain her overwhelming excitement.

“Hell, I’m shit with a camera anyways.” Georgia shrugged, she still wasn’t sure what the phrase ‘soft launch’ meant, so how could a professional photo be any worse? And besides, if she didn’t want to play ball with the big boys, then she shouldn’t have opened the can of worms at lunch in the first place.

After Mick pestered Kelly a bit further over the fine details of it all, he walked his girlfriend out of the building with a fresh smile on his face, his hand pressed firmly into the small of her back. It was vaguely possessive, but she found she didn’t mind. The action was warm, welcomed after the fight she’d started.

They did the deed on Friday. Georgia arrived for lunch on time, sneaking through the office quietly, now more nervous than she had been earlier in the week. She met her father at his workstation and together they made their way towards the lunch room, a happy buzz in the air.

Mick looked exhausted, having already been subjected to a heavy schedule of media that morning. By the time Georgia and her father slid into their seats at his table he looked about ready to take a nap.

“You seen Kelly yet?” She offered him a ziploc baggie full of her mothers homemade cookies, eyeing the room as if the PR manager might appear out of thin air.

“This morning. She said something about it being candid.”

Strangely on cue, a camera began to shutter click loudly from somewhere nearby. “That’s creepy.” Georgia turned, looking around for the camera's owner. He stood a few tables back, looking as inconspicuous as possible for a man holding a large camera. “Is it candid if we can see him?”

“It’s not like he should hide, right, I mean he’s not the paparazzi.” Mick shrugged his shoulders, speaking through his bite of salad.

“Isn’t he though?”

“Well it won’t matter if y’all keep starin’ at him, ruinin’ all the fun of it. Georgia eat your lunch.”

“Sorry.” Georgia turned to her container, chewing quietly as she thought about the cameraman behind her. Just as suddenly as he appeared though, he disappeared a few moments later.

They saw him again, later in the day, when they met back in the shop. A few clicks later, he was gone again, taking his pictures with him.

Those pictures stayed with him, well into the weekend. It wasn’t until Monday rolled around that Georgia heard any mention of them. She got a text early in the day, her phone vibrating from its place in her car's cup holder as she drove herself to work.

“I hope the caption is okay, Kelly made me pick one from a list.” Georgia read the text aloud, ignoring the red light in front of her as it flashed to green. A honking car behind her drew her out of her head and she dropped the phone, giddy with anticipation as she pressed her foot to the gas.

Speeding into the parking lot, she yanked her steering wheel, maneuvering her car into a narrow spot. She’d probably have to adjust it to get the car inside the lines, but that could wait until after she checked her phone.

It was one of the ones from the lunch room. It was an odd angle, but you could make out their faces. Mick sat in the middle, his back slightly towards the camera, a smile clear on his face as he looked at Georgia who sat across from him, her father to the right. She looked pretty, albeit airbrushed. “Lunch with my one and two. Good way to end a week at the office.” Not bad, Kelly, not bad, thought Georgia.

Hovering over the comments button, she wavered, maybe it was best not to look. As if he could read her mind, her phone buzzed, a banner with a new text from her boyfriend appearing at the top. “Don’t worry about what anyone’s saying about it. I think we look cute.” Fucker. Always knowing the right thing to say.

Grinning, Georgia turned off her car, forgetting about the bad parking she’d done moments before. With a bit of joy in her boot heels, she skipped into her brother's shop. Not a bad way to start a week at the office felt more fitting. COTA, here I come.

#woooooweee yall #I'm tired #chattahoochiecoochie writes #mick schumacher #mick fic #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher x oc

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outerbanks-fandom · 3 years

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Cigarette Daydreams - JJ Maybank x female reader

Description: this imagine is based on the song ‘cigarette daydreams’ by Cage the Elephant.

warnings: swearing, violence is you squint, trigger warning it can get a bit graphic. This imagine can be very sad please read with caution.

Word Count: 1,434

PLEASE DO NOT USE MY WORK FOR ANYTHING THIS IS MINE AND YOU DON”T HAVE PERMISSION TO UPLOAD IT ANYWHERE ELSE.

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Funny how it seems like yesterday as i recall, you were looking out of place.

Something was off with JJ. Normally when we were all hanging out as a group he was constantly touching me. If it was him leaning against me while i played with his hair or even just as simple as having his hand in mine. But, today he was next to me but it was like he wasn’t here. His replies were monotone, his hands never left the beer bottle or cigarette. He didn’t even look at me for longer than 2 seconds.

It was like he was a stranger, when he did reply it would all get awkward. “Hey baby, wanna go get some more beers with me?” he shrugged and got up. Walked ahead of me, something he only ever did when we argued. Any other time he was right next to me, holding my hand or his arm wrapped around me.

We walked inside the chateau's kitchen area and he grabbed the fridge door, “Jay, what’s wrong” again he shrugged. “JJ! what is wrong, words please”

“Can’t i just have a off day damn, not everyone is fucking perfect Y/n!” I scoffed. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he threw one of the beer bottles at the wall behind me. I never ducked so fast in my life. “I mean I’m fucking sick of you expecting me to be someone I'm not. Well I hate to break it to you but I have fucking negative feeling. I have off days more than I have happy days, but for you I try and hide it. I’m suck of it! I’m not perfect and I hate to break it to you but neither are you!” I felt tears in my eyes but momma didn’t raise no bitch.

“Who the fuck told you to be perfect? and when did I say I was? I practically beg you to tell me when something is wrong, but no. JJ Maybank has to put on the tough guy act and pretend like you do shit for me? No JJ you act this because you’re terrified of the truth.” If anyone walked into this room right now the pure anger radiating off JJ and I would of sent them right back outside. “And what’s that Y/n, what’s the truth?”

“That the big and bad JJ Maybank is actually a broken teenage boy.” he had a sick laugh leave his mouth. “Fuck you Y/n Y/l/n, fuck you. You need to leave because if this keeps going like this I'll do something we ‘ll both regret.”

The color drained from my face and I think he even surprised himself. “You... you would hit me?” his hands ran through his hair pulling as the roots. “Like I said, I'm fucked up. I’m not perfect.” “I’m not either but I still would never put my hands on you.”

He quickly walked up to me hands still in his hair. I felt fear cursing through my veins but I wouldn’t show him that. “Do it JJ, show me that your no better than the very man you’re scared to be like.” granted what I said was fucked up but it made him realize what he was doing. He didn’t respond he just looked at me with regret in his eyes. I grabbed my bag that was on the counter and walked back out the door. “Call me when you figure your shit out. I’ll be here when you’re ready to talk about whatever is worth threatening your girlfriend.”

That last line caused him more pain than any hit he’s ever taken.

Gathered up your things and slipped away...

JJ broke down the second she walked away. Thousands of thoughts was running through his mind. ‘I was gonna hurt her’ ‘she hates me’ ‘I ruined everything’ he looked at the wall and saw the wet stains from the beer and followed it the dripping stains and saw the broken glass. ‘that could of hit her.’ ‘I could of caused the person I love the most physical pain’ ‘I caused her emotional pain’

Y/n walked out the chateau and immediately grabbed her skateboard off the porch and went home without an explanation. She texted Kiera telling her she started to feel sick and needed to go home. She got home about 15 minutes later, and immediately went in her room to get my stuff together and shower.

She thought about all the things that went down and what could of gone down. She loved JJ with her whole heart and wasn’t ready to let him go but if she had to worry that every time they fought, he would hit her.

Cigarette

Whenever she got out the shower she checked her phone and had 3 missed calls from Kiera, 1 from pope, missed texts from John B and 10 missed calls, 7 missed texts from JJ. Deciding to text John B back first.

hey, are you okay? JJ is really scared since you didn’t answer anyone’s calls

no pressure but please just at least read these so we know you’re okay

switching over to JJ’s texts she read

Baby i’m so sorry

please baby, i need to know you’re okay

i know i fucked up

i just need to know you’re safe

please y/n i love you

you are by far the greatest thing to ever happen to me, i lied y/n. you are perfect in my eyes your couldn’t be more perfect. You’re perfect for me. I would never put my hands on you.

baby please just answer the phone

JJ was freaking the fuck out. It was 2 two in the morning and you rode home on you’re skateboard. “Please answer you’re fucking phone baby, if you don’t call in the next 10 minutes I'm coming to your house.”

Daydream

Y/n texted never answered their text . She actually didn’t even go home that night. That’s what JJ imagined happened when she left that night. He was worried sick though he stayed up all night thinking you were just asleep or mad. That was all until six o’clock the next day he got a phone call that will play in his head forever.

His whole world collapsed, you didn’t make it home that night. You didn’t even make is a mile away from the chateau before a group of drunk kook’s went on a joyride and didn’t see the teenage girl riding her skateboard and texting her friend back.

The bastards didn’t even get out and check on you, they drove away as fast as they could. You were there all night and it wasn’t until a guilty conscience ridden teenage boy went to the same spot to make sure you were gone but when he got there he saw your lifeless body. He immediately called 911, hoping there's was a chance they could save you.

JJ destroyed everything in site. John B didn’t even stop him, he understood. Kiera and Sarah was with your mom while she cried in your room. Pope was staring at the wall at the chateau.

“She died thinking I hated her! She fucking died! She promised me forever than she fucking dies.” JJ needed a hug from you and that was impossible. “JJ you can’t be mad at her because she passed away” pope made the mistake of saying mid breakdown for JJ. “No Pope she didn’t just pass away, some piece of shit kook’s took her away. They didn’t even have the decency to call for help until the next fucking day. She could still be alive, it was up the fucking road and I didn’t know. I could of saved her!”

JJ’s world was over, you were far too young to not be alive. You had so much life to live, you wanted to go to college, you wanted to get married, live somewhere with snow, have kids and 2 dogs. JJ wanted to give you all that but now he can’t.

He walked into the room he stayed in at John B’s and was immediately met with the picture frame you gave him for your two year anniversary. It held two pictures, one from when you first got together. It was you two on the beach during one of the many keggers y’all attended together. He arm wrapped around your waist while you hugged his. The other one was you two on John B’s boat, you sitting on the boat floor and his back against your chest, the biggest smile plastered on his face as you looked at him with pure love and admiration. He saw the tears hit the picture frame.

“You were only seventeen”

#jj mayback x reader #outerbanks #jj maybank obx #rudy pankow #jj maybank #female character #pogues #outer banks imagine #john b outer banks #sarah cameron #pope outer banks

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markleesthighs · 3 years

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i need more mark angst 🧎🏾‍♀️

-I didn’t realize so many of you liked my last mark angst so I was like damn y’all ok? So, here’s an original concept by me that I’ve been thinking about for a while, fwb w markie 😥

You’ve been in a friends with benefits relationship with Mark for about a year now. After hooking up at Johnny’s party, some feelings went unresolved, so you mutually decided it was best to leave as friends with benefits and no feelings attached. But each day that went by with this “relationship” you found yourself falling harder for Mark. It was something about the way he pleased you to the max and gave you the best aftercare. Always running you a bath and cleaning you up before he left.

But last night was different. Something was off about Mark. As he kept saying his “I love you”s each passing time he said it made it less genuine for you. You just had to remind yourself he was saying it because his dick was inside you. After you both finish and he cleaned you up, instead of instantly cuddling you. He just sat on the side of the bed, shirtless looking at his phone for awhile before cuddling you. You knew something was off.

Mark woke up before you, which was normal, but he wasn’t having his lousy attempts at breakfast, he was out of the house. Strange. As you were cooking yourself breakfast you heard the door open you saw Mark walking in with another person. You greeted Mark as he introduced who that was.

“y-y/n...t-this is my uh, girlfriend/boyfriend. This is my roommate y/n.”

“o-oh...”

“So, he never had feelings for you huh?” you thought faking a smile as you shook their hand.

“Mark’s talked so much about you, good things only I promise, can I get you something to drink? Tea? Coffee?”

“A coffee would be great thanks!”

You nodded as you walked into the kitchen starting to grab stuff for their coffee. You realized Mark always made the coffee for you two and it was on the top shelf.

“Hey Mark could you come in here? I don’t know where the coffee is?” (your kitchen is in a closed off separate room from the living room)

Mark then swiftly came in and grabbed the coffee over your shoulder. He noticed your solemn, blank face as you were making their coffee.

“So when were you going to tell me about your girlfriend/boyfriend?”

“I just couldn’t find the right time to bring it up but-“

“I mean, this was going to happen eventually right? No feelings attached right?” You tried to say in the most monotone voice you couldn’t he couldn’t tell you were hurt.

“Y-yeah, it kind of just happened...”

You instantly became flooded with insecurities. Maybe you weren’t meant for Mark? Was this all a game? All those “I love you”s really meant nothing? They were so much prettier, god no wonder Mark would never date you. Who were you thinking Mark actually liking you? No you are a fool to think he ever cared enough to want to date you. Why would he start this no feeling attached relationship if he had feelings? Everyone was right, getting into this “relationship” would ruin you and fuck you over. You were blinded by the love you had for Mark, oblivious to the reality of what Mark thought of you.

The room fell silent as you handed Mark his coffees, including one you made for him just the way he liked it, vanilla creamer and one sugar. You walked out with Mark giving his partner some sugar and the creamer for them to customize their coffee to their liking.

“Hey, Mark I’m going to head to the grocery store, you need anything?”

“Ooh, some cookies and cream ice cream?”

“Sure, I’m going to leave you two alone don’t have too much fun.”

You said putting on your coat and walking out the door. As you closed the door you could feel your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach. Let’s just say the car ride to the grocery store was full of emotional break up songs. You arrived looking around the store wanting to take your mind off of Mark. You saw a couple arguing over what cereal to buy for their apartment, it reminded you of that time Mark yelled at you for buying Froot Loops over Apple Jacks. You spaced out as you accidentally bumped your cart with someone.

“Oh! I’m so sorry! J-Jaehyun?”

“y/n! Funny running into you, how have you been?”

Jaehyun was your childhood best friend growing up, you kept him up to date with your life and he was a brother to you. He knew about your “relationship” with Mark which he constantly teased and irked you about, begging you to confess to Mark.

“To be honest I’ve had a pretty bad day, Jae...” Your eyes started to tear up.

“Mark got a girlfriend/boyfriend...”

Jaehyun immediately held you as you sobbed with negative thoughts.

“Maybe I’m not enough for him, I’m not what he wants in a girlfriend, I was just a good fuck for him, I fucking hate love, Jae.”

Jaehyun consoled you as you both eventually did self checkout at the grocery store. Jaehyun walked you to your car and actually wanted to come help you with your groceries, since a friend dropped him off here and he did not have a ride home. On the drive back Jaehyun drove (for your emotional safety), as he pulled into the driveway, he saw you sigh as you got out of the car, dreading seeing Mark.

You pulled yourself together as you approached the doorstep, putting on a fake smile and wiping your tears. Jaehyun saddened at the fact you had to act like this around Mark, it wasn’t fair.

“Hey gu-“

You caught them making out on the couch as Jaehyun could see your face drop.

“Never mind us, continue.” Jaehyun said quickly dragging you to the kitchen.

As you walked to the kitchen you felt yourself about to break down into Jaehyun. You sobbed into Jaehyun.

“I-I can’t do this anymore...it hurts too much.”

You walked out of the kitchen and stormed out slamming the door behind you.

“Woah, Jaehyun what’s wrong with y/n?”

“Are you seriously that dense Mark? They’ve been fucking in LOVE with you, ok? Look at what you’ve done, toying with their heart and then crushing it. I hope you’re happy.”

Jaehyun scolded Mark as he ran after you.

“W-what have I done...”

part 2

#nct #nct 127 #nct imagine #nct mark #nct fluff #nct u #nct incorrect #nct incorrect quotes #nct incorrect texts #nct angst #nct mark oneshot #nct mark smut #nct mark angst #nct mark imagines #nct mark scenarios #nct mark fluff #mark lee #nct imagines #nct mark lee

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apollostears · 4 years

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Boyfriend!Klaus & human!black!GF Headcanons | K. Mikaelson

Fandom: The Originals

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x human!black!reader

Warning(s): swearing, light kidnapping, plots to murder

Creator: Maya

A/N: these are headcanons for Klaus with a human girlfriend and how he would protect her pretty much, so not full fledged BF headcanons. this is apart of our 31 days and if you haven’t, you should totally check out our masterlist for our HP x SKZ au located in the OG masterlist!! or search our page for our characters for all the houses! xxx

*gif not mine*

: let’s just get this out the way: if you wanna be his lover, it’s loyalty over everything. none of that fake shit. you will be killed.

: klaus is an undercover romantic.

: he’s cautious with his heart so he’s going to be an asshole the first month or two of dating. not in a negative way but in a way where it feels like y’all are friends more than lovers

: klaus won’t always be up front about his feelings and that’s something you’ll have to work with.

: he is, however, fiercely protective of you. like a guardian lover. your safety and well-being is his first priority when it comes to you.

: being with klaus makes you off limits period.

: this unspoken rule does make it harder for you to socialize with others and not be seen as a ticking time bomb.

: but according to klaus, you don’t need any friends because you have him and his family, and even that’s a stretch on the family part.

: once klaus becomes sure in your intentions with, he will be a selfish lover.

: always wanting you to himself and in the compound. he’ll try to convince you to quit your job just to be with him but will ultimately respect whatever decision you come up with.

: he’s worried that you’ll die from being with him and he thinks having you in his sights is easier, but he won’t push you

: will have one of his siblings popup on you every once in awhile (aka every hour)

: he makes you take vervain everyday and has you practice self-defense just in case. you got stakes on you at all times.

: you lowkey buffy the vampire slayer

: klaus loves cuddling with you. once again, he won’t say it, but you know that it’s something he cherishes being that he is touch starved.

: you loveeee hearing him talk and any chance you get, you’re always asking him to read to you or tell you one of his many stories

: the hatred you have for his father is unmatched and you find yourself fantasizing ways to kill him (😬)

: you offen support him in everything he does in public but if it’s something out of pocket, you will talk to him privately. last thing you need is for people to question his authority.

: being someone who calms him down from one of his tangents is a full time job. but more often than not, he always makes it up to you in the best ways.

: klaus looks at you like you’ve hung the stars and the moon. you’re a very dedicated girlfriend, one who is smart and patient with him. unless he crosses a line with you, you’ve always been his rock

: the boy basically loves you

: speaking of love, you actually say it first

: you had gotten taken by them damn witches and you were so afraid for klaus because of what they had planned for him if he came to save you (which he would)

: this was the first time you’d ever been kidnapped and here you were worried about your man, the strongest mfer ever. (clown behavior)

: anyways, fast forward to you being saved and him narrowly escaping death...again...you find yourself checking him over for injuries and you crying your eyes out over the fact that he could’ve died.

: klaus was confused as fuck and severely worried that those witches did some voodoo shit on you. why would you be worried about him?

: but when you grabbed his face with your hands and stared at him with teary eyes, he knew why.

: “klaus, i-i love you and if anything were to happen to you-!” Your ramblings were cut short with klaus placing a finger on your lips.

: wiping away tears, the man gently cupped your cheek and stared at you. just truly staring at the beautiful woman who was his other half. who truly loved him more than herself.

: “you are my everything and i would gladly die before letting anyone do a damn thing to the woman i love.”

: cue “awe’ing” track 😍

: and to end the extreme hallmark™︎ moment, you two lock lips for a passionate kiss

: being with klaus mean ultimate security and love. he is your home and vice versa

Taglist: @olamidey @sweeneyblue1 @knjkitten

#kmimagines #black!reader #31 days of dark themes #klaus mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson #the originals #TO hcs #the originals headcanons #klaus mikaelson headcanons #klaus mikaelson x black!reader #maya writes #mayawrites #vampire

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jjk-biased · 4 years

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youtuber! jungkook x youtuber! reader

crack! social media au

genre: fluff, crack, some angst

chapter summary: after somehow placing 2nd overall on OGN's e-sports festival, jin fulfills his bet by taking you and your friends to lotte world for a hopefully stress-free and peaceful day.

words: 1.8k (cannot be read as standalone)

warnings: aside from cussing, none!

24. unsaid feelings

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The fireworks painted the dark sky with bright hues of red and blue. And while it could be the most beautiful view they've ever seen, Jungkook would beg to differ.

You were his prettiest view. The way your eyes would twinkle at each spark. How bright your smile would become as the glitters danced in the sky. The way your delicate hand encased in his would tighten at each exciting moment.

You were breathtaking.

Jungkook had long since ceased watching the show. He instead chose to observe your reactions to it with a dumb smile on his face. It was adorable. You were adorable.

Finally feeling his gaze on you, you found yourself turning red. Your eyes met his, then you two leaned closer.

and closer

and closer.

Until your lips were a few centimeters apart.

As the last and greatest firework exploded, you two ki—

“WAKE THE HELL UP YOU DORKS!!!”

for fucks’ sake.

Laughter rang throughout the living room as Jungkook fell from the couch. They all slept at Namjoon’s house once again after the e-sports festival had ended and it extended until today. Like how the first sleepover turned out, everyone fell asleep in the living room.

“Noisy much, Jin?” You grumble, also waking up from Jin’s morning call.

“If we wanna enjoy Lotte World and get there early, y’all shoulda been up and about.”

“IT’S ONLY 7 AM WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!”

Hoseok, who somehow already had an immense amount of energy, cackled at you and Jungkook’s state. The others wordlessly began to wash their faces, some opted to help Jin with breakfast.

After a long time of preparing, the rambunctious group of friends finally went on their trip to Lotte World.

Unbeknownst to you and Jungkook, however, the little shits had planned something that you’re not sure whether to be thankful of or angry at.

Jungkook had finally admitted to everyone else, while you were fast asleep on the floor in between Namjoon and Hoseok, that he had been harboring a genuine liking towards you. He had gone to sleep not long after, and that was when Taehyung began to brew plans to give him a little push.

It’s been awhile since you’ve gone to any amusement park, so you had a child-like wonder painted on your face when everyone went in. It was absolutely adorable to say the least and even if Jungkook was unable to say it out loud, his dopey grin was enough.

You all thought it was a good idea to start the peaceful day with death disguised as rollercoasters. You’re sure you know who wanted everyone to die so early in the day, the terrified looks of all but one little shit told you more than you need to know.

“Do we really have to do what he says?” You grumble as Jungkook basks in his success.

“Might as well do it now when the line isn’t as long…” Yoongi trailed off, slowly losing the confidence he had stored in when he heard the shrieks of the people.

Luck might not be with you today when everyone scrambled to sit at the safest parts of the cart— which is everywhere but the first row. Moreover, the only person left to sit with you was none other than the idiot responsible for your demise that day.

“Hurry up pumpkin, you’re so slow!”

Whatever retort you wanted to throw was shoved in your throat when the staff secured your death seat.

“Aw is little pumpkin scared?”

“For the last time, jungleboy, I am nOT LI— FUCK THIS RIDE AAAAAH”

To say the least, your luck took a vacation and left you to suffer with Jungkook and the others.

Everyone decided to eat lunch after that traumatizing event. Namjoon and Jin were scouting for a place to eat, Hoseok and Yoongi decided to look for food choices, and that left you with the three youngest idiots of your idiot group to explore the rigged booths.

There was a shooting game where you just had to knock over the pyramid of cans to get the fluffiest alpaca ever. And while you’ve ingrained it in your mind that these games are scams, the child in you couldn’t resist wanting to win one because 1) alpaca soft 2) alpaca big.

Jungkook wasn’t an idiot— dear lord, someone tell him — or at least he could tell the meaning of your longing stare towards the cute alpaca plush.

With a sigh, he stopped you from doing one of the most dramatic “goodbyes” ever to an alpaca plush and tried for the game.

“Step right up, mister! Win anything in this booth for your girlfriend for the small price of ₩5,000!”

“Oh, w-we aren’t— he isn’t,” you pathetically denied. It seemed you were the only one who got embarrassed though because Jungkook didn’t deny anything.

He did it with so much ease that even the staff was left speechless at his show. Maybe it was the alpaca he gave you talking, but damn did butterflies erupt in your tummy. He looked so cool shooting the cans with so much focus. To think he spent money and did so just for you, you were sure your heart melted (and it wasn’t because of the heat!!)

You thought the funny feeling would die down after.

Boy were you wrong.

Time after time after time again, he never failed to make you feel giddy inside.

When the two of you were paired up for this horror house, he never made you feel embarrassed. He instead offered his arm to you, even going as far as wrapping said arm around you so you could find refuge in him when a particular bit scares you more. Poor boy was too flustered from the entire ordeal to even notice some of the scarers.

Then there was this time where he cheered out of glee when you won from one of the booths. (you two used Jin’s money though lmao) He had complimented you endlessly on how “great you were, pumpkin!”

Though he’d often tease you about your shorter stature, he lets you use him as a shade from the harsh sunlight. It was a small but nice gesture.

Everyone else retreated to the restrooms after thinking it was a good idea to drink a lot before going to the teacups ride. The look on their faces was a memory you’ll never forget.

You two sat on one of those benches nearby and began to talk about random things— ramens and gaming included. Jungkook received a text from Jimin saying that the lines were too long and they could roam around while waiting.

“How about we go to those souvenir shops? I wanna buy something now before it gets too crowded,” You suggested, pointing to the array of stores.

“I don’t mind that, let’s go!” He cheered, taking hold of your hand (you don’t know if he’s aware of that or not but it made you red).

The next hour was spent trying on dorky thingamajigs and whatnot. After trying on a pair of funny specs, you decided it was time to go back to checking out rides.

The sun had begun to set and pink hues scattered through the sky. It allowed for a more calm and serene mood to set in as you two walked, your arms linked, and roamed around the parks (as well as trying to ignore the bustling noise of happy kids and crying babies lmfao)

Ramen, that was the name of the alpaca Jungkook won for you, was safely tucked in his arms. You, on the other hand, were busy munching on the popcorn that Jungkook bought (it was supposed to be for himself but you had your ways)

You probably didn’t hear whatever was going around, too busy eating his popcorn to care, but Jungkook heard every murmur people threw your way. Admittedly, he wished that you two were actually a couple like the little kid said

He wasn’t sure how it began. You two started on a rather weird meeting— with you mocking his so-called fifth grader level skills in Overwatch to him replying rather pettily to win the argument. Somewhere down the line, you two actually had common friends and were forced to meet. That was the moment he was taken aback by you.

Well honestly, he was always taken aback.

You were witty; always had comebacks ready to deploy for every remark he had. You were skilled; not only a master at time management for balancing college life with your career, but also great at gaming. You were kind-hearted; though your verbal jabs were piercing, he knew you meant no harm.

You were too good for this world.

So when he had scared you, rather unintentionally, with a horror game, he regretted it so much. But to be honest, he was also thankful for that day. God knows he probably wouldn’t have had the chance to “restart” how he treated you if he hadn’t fucked up.

You probably didn’t notice how his teasing now focused more on the thought of you with him. While he isn’t the best at conveying romantic feelings, he was absolutely fluent in memes.

Thank god for memes.

But at some point, he does have to tell you what’s going on. He can’t stay in this weird space with you— somewhere between friends who fight and friends who flirt. With a shaky sigh, he decided today was the day.

As if the universe were with him, you then finally noticed his silence. It was heart-warming to see concern in your pretty face when you took note of the unusual quietness.

“Are you okay, kook?”

Like a goldfish out of water, he opened his mouth then closed it again.

Fuck, it was harder than he thought.

Thousands of thoughts went through his head. Will you take him seriously? Will you stop being friends? Will you hate him for the feelings he harbored?

Every negative thought disappeared at the sound of your amused laugh.

He reminds himself why he liked you so much and gathers little courage to speak out his mind.

This is it.

Oh my god, this is it.

“Y/N, I have something to tell you…” He trailed off, now facing her properly. (poor Ramen was being squeezed to death)

You became nervous. Did he notice my staring? Holy shit is he gonna tell me I’m weird?

“I think I li—”

“Y/N!”

Internally groaning at yet another interruption, Jungkook turned to whoever decided to call you out. It was a guy, definitely older than you. He turned to you, silently questioning if you knew the intruder, and was surprised to see none of your cheery aura.

You were livid.

“Daniel Y/L/N.”

a/n: tumblr decided to be a bitch and didn't save every edit i made so this took awhile. also, #danielisoverparty and oops, y'all thought Daniel was an ex lmao ig i made him sound too ex-y 🤡

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mortedeveles · 4 years

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I’m Okay. (PART 2)

Continuation and end to this oneshot!

SUMMARY: Ever since you were young, your mind has always been clouded with negative thoughts about yourself and your shoulders were always heavy with an invisible weight. But now you’re dating the infamous Katsuki Bakugou, and you couldn’t be happier. He made you feel so confident that you decided to come clean to your dad about your mental health issues. Buzzing with courage, you can only hope everything turns out okay. But as it turns out, you were absolutely wrong.

GENRE: angst, like a lot lot, hurt comfort and fluff. [ONE-SHOT]

PAIRING: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!reader. (i will be writing gn! reader soon, but i still have to adjust to it)

TW: mental health issues, mentions of suicide, cursing, etc.

a/n: i really wanted to give the og oneshot a proper ending so i wrote this up in a day or two!! i want to thank @lafy-taffy for beta reading this, i really appreciate your help a lot! tysm!! btw, i don’t remember if i mentioned this before but y/n and bakuhoe have been dating for months in this oneshot, so they’re past the pining and blushing period!! please leave a like, reblog or comment if you enjoyed! it really helps! getting feedback makes me so, so happy, y’all seriously don’t have an idea lol. that’s all, i hope you enjoy!

A week had passed by since Y/N's attempt to express her illness failed miserably. She had decided against telling her boyfriend Katsuki since it was a very sensitive topic for her. Y/N tried her best to brush it off and act as if nothing had ever happened, but it was hard trying to be something you weren't.

Her relationship with her father had become strained and their conversations had become short and dismissive. Y/N had been brought up by her father, since her mother had left when she was a young child, and it pained her greatly that her one and only family relationship was being torn at the edges.

Even though her life at her home had become miserable, Y/N had continued to smile and work hard at U.A, even though the number of sleepless nights she had recently encountered began to take a toll on her body.

She had hoped that Katsuki wouldn't notice the shift in her behavior, Y/N had never been a fan of confrontation. She had always preferred to keep things under the rug. Unfortunately, her behavior hadn't gotten unnoticed by Katsuki. He would notice how she would come out of the restrooms with puffy, red eyes, and how her notes slowly became messier which was unlike her. Katsuki knew that Y/N always organized her notes. But since Katsuki had other things on his mind, he didn't think much of it.

It wasn't until she had rejected his offer to go out on a Friday night that Katsuki decided to act. He was confused, frustrated, and annoyed. They would always go out on dates on Friday nights. Always. Even if she came down with a cold, he would sneak into her house and stay in bed with her, watching a cheesy movie. And therefore, Bakugou decided to act. He had climbed towards her room and stole a look at her from her bedroom window. His blood ran cold.

There she was, crying her heart out with a rope in her hands. No...

Was she-was she going to kill herself? Katsuki knocked on the window furiously, feeling his temper swell with each look at her crying face. Who the hell made her sad? Who did he have to kill?

Y/N gasped and jumped. She dropped the rope and glanced towards her window, eyes widening when she spotted her furious boyfriend. She quickly rubbed her eyes and tried to make herself presentable as she opened the window with a forced smile.

''What's up, 'Suki? I told you I wasn't going to be able to go out tonight,'' Y/N said. She tried to keep the smile balanced on her lips and not break into tears.

''We need to talk, Y/N,'' he said gruffly. She swallowed thickly and nodded in response.

Katsuki kept his anger at bay as he climbed through the window and pulled Y/N into a tight hug. He buried his head in her hair and breathed deeply.

''What's going on, baby?'' he murmured. It was unusual for Katsuki to act to tender and calm, but something told him that he needed to approach his girlfriend carefully.

That was enough for Y/N to fall apart. She let out a loud sob, curling her fists against Katsuki's chest and her entire frame began to shake.

Bakugou could feel confusion stirring in his heart, who the hell had done this to her?! Y/N had always been a cheery and composed girl but right now, she looked so close from breaking away from reality. The sight made Katsuki feel as if someone was ripping his heart to shreds and burning it to ashes. It was too painful to watch.

''I just, I just can't take it anymore,'' she sobbed. Her shoulders trembled with each cry.

Slowly, he picked up Y/N in his arms and carried her to the bed. Katsuki held her in his lap and wrapped his arms around her.

''What's going on? Something's wrong, and you haven't told me anything.'' he sighed and nudged Y/N’s chest into his chest. He hoped it would be of comfort.

''I don't like me very much anymore,'' she spoke into his chest. The vibrations made him shiver, but her words made him freeze in shock.

''You should be with someone else, 'Suki. I'm sorry for being a mess.''

Katsuki furrowed his eyebrows and leaned back to get a proper look at Y/N's face. He frowned and brushed away her tears.

''Hey, hey, slow down, nerd. What the fuck are you talking about?'' he pressed a chaste kiss on her salty and swollen lips.

''Can you start from the beginning, baby? Can you do that for me?'' his arms tightened around her.

Y/N slowly nodded and breathed shakily. Katsuki nodded in approval and patted her back.

''That's it, good job. Now, can you tell me what's going on?'' His patience was running thin- Katsuki had never been very patient, but he knew this was Y/N he was talking about- his amazing and kind girlfriend- so he forced himself to be patient.

''Um,'' she lowered her gaze to her lap. ''Ever since I was young, I felt that there was something wrong with me. I would feel so lonely, I wouldn't fit in anywhere, and most of the time, I felt so sad for absolutely no reason! I don't know why I feel like this, but I hate it,'' she forced a sob down her throat. ''I've never told anyone about it. I didn't want to bother anyone,'' Katsuki let out an angry growl, but quickly quieted down. ''I don't think I should be in U.A. There's this self-deprecating feeling in me, there's this voice that likes to taunt with me and tell me I'm worthless, I'm absolutely nothing,'' she whispered, blinking as tears fell on her hands.

''I can't help it. I've tried to make it stop, but it's stronger than me. It consumes me and it's eating me from the inside. I haven't been feeling well lately, and although I'm very afraid of talking about this, I decided to tell my dad about it.''

''And?'' Bakugou's voice was firm but slow. Knowing that Y/N was suffering so much in silence and he had no fucking idea made him furious. ''What did your old man say?''

Y/N let out a bitter laugh. Bakugou raised an eyebrow and bit down on his tongue. Her laugh sounded so, so wrong. It wasn't a happy laugh, filled with amusement or joy. It was void. Empty. Harsh and bitter. Nothing like Y/N.

''He told me to get over it-,''

Bakugou growled. ''That motherfucker! I'm going to kill him!''

Y/N smiled and pressed a hand on Katsuki's arm. He sighed and lowered his fists.

''I’m sorry…’’ he mumbled. Y/N nodded in understanding and continued explaining.

''-And to be fair, I think he's right. I have a roof over my head, food in my belly and there's nothing I'm missing. My dad has suffered so much and I'm just a spoiled brat that doesn't appreciate what she has,'' she looked up at Katsuki with watery eyes and a strained smile. ''I'm so lucky. I have you as my boyfriend,'' She giggled and hiccuped, pressing a soft kiss on his jaw.

''Don't worry about it. I'll be fine, 'Suki. I'm okay.''

Katsuki clenched his jaw and tightened his fists. He lowered his head and narrowed his eyes.

''Why didn't you tell me...any of this?''

Y/N sighed. She pressed a gentle hand on Katsuki's cheek and smiled.

''I didn't want to bother you with it. You're amazing, Katsuki! You're strong, determined, your quirk is great and you're the next Number One Pro-Hero. I didn't want to get in your way. Besides, you're so confident and beautiful,'' her voice faltered.

''I didn't think you'd understand.''

Katsuki was silent. His head was lowered and Y/N couldn't see the expression on his face. He was silent. Was he mad? Ashamed of her? Ashamed of having a girlfriend that wasn't mentally stable? The insecurities began to jab at Y/N's heart.

''Katsuki, are you okay? You haven't said any-,'' Y/N raised her hand to touch Katsuki, but he quickly grabbed her hand in a firm grip.

Slowly, he raised his eyes and met her gaze. His eyes were blazing with too many emotions. Y/N couldn't understand what he was feeling. Was he sad? Angry? Furious? It seemed to be a combination of all three.

''I'm your boyfriend, Y/N! Fucks sakes, I'm the one who's supposed to protect you,'' he croaked. The hand that gripped her wrist began to shake. ''Not the other way around. You're supposed to tell me everything, baby. If someone's bothering you, I'll make sure they'll never bother you again. If you're in danger, I'm the one who's supposed to swoop in and protect you!'' he growled.

''I'm sorry, I-,'' Y/N began, but Bakugou quickly silenced her with a finger pressed against her lips.

''Shh. Don't apologize anymore,'' he grumbled.

''How can you think like that about yourself? You're my girlfriend and you're the most beautiful person I've ever met,'' he whispered.

''Seeing you makes me smile. When we're together, I feel so happy I fear my chest might explode,'' he barked out a laugh. ''You're not worthless, baby,'' he held her face in his warm hand. ''You're everything to me, even if you don't believe it. You're a strong, kind, and determined girl. You're going to make an excellent hero, I know it. And I'm not just saying this because you're my girlfriend. I'm telling you this because I know it's true,'' he pressed a kiss on her lips.

Y/N slowly moved her lips in sync, tugging Katsuki forward, but he broke apart from the kiss. He grinned and shook his head.

''Not so fast. I have some other things to say. It doesn't matter if I'm training or busy, fuck, I could be dying and you still have to tell me if something's on your mind. Or have you forgotten, Y/N? Being Number One Pro Hero isn't my only priority. You're so fucking important to me! Of course, you're my priority. I don't know what I'd do without you,'' he mumbled, burying his face in Y/N's chest.

Y/N hiccuped. Katsuki quickly snapped his head upwards and stroked Y/N's hair. Her sobs were louder by the minute, so he gently pushed her face into his chest. He murmured words he wouldn't even dream of saying out loud, rubbing circles on her back and stroking her soft hair. Feeling her sadness and pain nearly brought tears to his eyes, but he forced them down. Katsuki had to stay strong and patient for Y/N.

''I'm so tired, Katsuki,'' she cried. ''I just wish I didn't feel like this. Why can't I be normal?''

Katsuki shushed her and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

''Hey, hey, calm down, baby. It's okay to feel tired. You can rest here with me. Don't worry baby, we'll get through this,'' he murmured. ''I'm here for you.''

About half an hour passed by quickly and Y/N's hiccups and sobs slowly quietened down.

''Thank you, 'Suki,'' Y/N raised her head and met Katsuki's soft gaze. ''I know I'm a handful.''

Katsuki sighed and flicked his finger on Y/N's forehead. Immediately, she cried out and clutched her forehead.

''Ow! What the hell was that for?'' she frowned and crossed her arms defensively. The sight made Katsuki chuckle.

''Don't say that about yourself. It's not true. You're only feeding your insecurities if you say them out loud,'' he gripped Y/N's hand and squeezed it.

Katsuki cleared his throat loudly and prepared his speech. ''Now, repeat after me. I, Y/N L/N, am the most beautiful girl ever and no one can say otherwise!''

Y/N's eyes widened and she laughed quietly. Katsuki smiled and squeezed her hand. At least he managed to get a smile out of her. Seeing Y/N without a smile was like if the world had gone dark, and all the colors were reduced to a boring grey. It shouldn't be possible for someone as beautiful and kind as her to look so sad and miserable. She should always be smiling.

''You can't be serious, 'Suki,'' she chided. ''I'll sound like a dumbass! Seeing you say those words with complete confidence made you look like an absolute clown!'' she giggled and shook her head disapproval.

Katsuki snorted and grabbed her face by her chin.

''I don't fucking care. C'mon, say it. You'll feel better, I promise.''

Y/N sighed and decided to surrender. ''Fine,'' she grumbled.

''I, Y/N LN/ am the most beautiful girl in the world and no one can say otherwise!'' she exclaimed, raising her arms for a dramatic effect. After she had repeated the words, Y/N began to laugh wildly as she buried her face in Katsuki's chest.

''That was sooo embarrassing. I'm never going to say that again!'' her words were muffled against his chest.

Bakugou smiled as he felt Y/N's face heat up in embarrassment.

''It doesn't matter. Good job, baby. I'm proud of you,'' he sneaked a kiss on her lips.

''Thank you, 'Suki. I was a dumbass to think that you wouldn't understand.''

Katsuki sighed and tightened his arms around Y/N. He placed his chin on the top of her head and stared at the window. It must've been midnight by now but when he was with Y/N, time seemed to be an abstract concept. He could spend a century with her and it would feel like a few couple of minutes.

''You are a dumbass for thinking like that,'' he grumbled. ''I know I'm not very vocal about my feelings and all that bullshit,'' he paused and licked his lips. ''I understand how you feel. I've felt like that many times. I thought that if I bottled up my emotions, I would be fine, but I was so, so wrong. I used to feel this insane pressure on me because of my quirk, that I had to be better than everyone because if I tried and slacked off, even just for one moment, I'd fail. I would be reduced to nothing and...'' his voice became softer and faltered. ''That terrifies me.''

A moment of peaceful but bitter silence swept over them as they held onto each other tightly. Katsuki could feel his chest tighten. He had done the impossible- express what he was truly feeling. And his chest and shoulders had felt impossibly lighter afterward.

''Oh, Katsuki,'' Y/N sighed and leaned her forehead against Katsuki's.

''You should've told me about this earlier. I admire your determination, very much, you know that, but you have to cut yourself some slack. You're doing great and even if you slack off, you won't fall behind,'' she smiled and met Katsuki's hesitant eyes.

''I promise. Your dreams and goals are important, but you should take care of yourself too. Don't forget about yourself in the process of reaching your goals. You're an extraordinary person and don't think I've ever met someone like you,'' she murmured, tracing her thumb over Katsuki's soft cheeks. He laughed roughly and leaned closer, closing his eyes.

''I think I could say the same thing about you.''

Y/N smiled and closed her eyes, pressing a soft kiss on Katsuki's lips. He smiled against her lips and tugged at her bottom lip. The two of them danced with their lips, tugging at their hair and necks. It wasn't until Katsuki spoke that they broke apart.

''When you're ready, baby,'' he gripped both her hands as he stared into Y/N's eyes. ''We can get some help if that's what you want. Maybe some therapy would help you.''

Y/N smiled and nodded. She squeezed Katsuki's warm palms. ''I think that would be nice.''

''We're going to get through this, won't we, 'Suki?''

Katsuki nodded and tugged Y/N closer. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he breathed in the pleasant smell of her hair.

''Of course. I know we will.''

Y/N pressed a chaste kiss on Katsuki's neck, making his face redden and his grip on her body tighten.

''I love you, 'Suki.''

''I love you more, you damn nerd,'' he grumbled. With a heavy nod, the two of them began to descend into hours of sleep, finding comfort and solace in each other's embrace.

and that’s a wrap!! i hope you guys enjoyed it! should i make a permanent tag list, in which you’d be tagged for ALL my fics? DM me or comment if you’re interested so i can make it! next update is for Tainted Flowers which will prob be up tomorrow, and then we’ll get back to model for me! have a good week y’all! xx

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deeneee · 4 years

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We Need to Talk [Miya Atsumu x Reader]

Note: Okay so this based off of what happened between me and my bf. Bf’s are so annoying, don’t get one 😠 I thought using Miya Atsumu would be nice, so here it is yall.

(ANGST-ISH?) Kind of a spoiler??? Idk lol, but timeskip!Atsumu

Summary: Atsumu texts you that the both of you need to talk. You wonder what it’s about.

You were waiting patiently for Atsumu to text back. It had been about a couple of minutes since he said he needed to shower. Scrolling through your photo album, you smiled as you came across some pics of you and Atsumu. So many silly photos. Atsumu was so photogenic, looking perfect as always. And you? Better than Atsumu that’s for sure. You snickered to yourself. You perked up when Atsumu’s personal ringtone went off and his text showed up on the top of your screen.

We need to talk

You blinked at the text as it disappeared and you went to your message app. What is there to talk about? Did I do something? Your heart beat began to increase and your hands felt shaky. You didn’t want to think of the worst case scenario, but it began to seep into your mind. Another text message sent as you pondered what to say.

let’s get milkshakes?

You let out a shaky breath and texted Atsumu back.

Okay

Uneasiness settled into your heart and you frowned, wondering what it was that he was thinking. The two of you had been dating for almost three years now, right before he became a player on the MSBY Black Jackals. You had never done anything behind his back nor have you done anything dumb. What would it be about??? Negative thoughts began to paint your mind as you dressed into leggings and a sweater. Your limbs felt wobbly and you sat down on your bed. Have I been a bad girlfriend? Did I do something he didn’t like? Maybe he doesn’t like me anymore? Is he going to break up with me? Your eyes began to tear up as more and more thoughts came to you. A shaky breath released from your lips and you shook your head, closing your eyes. No, no, don’t think like that [Name]. Maybe it’s about something else. You opened your eyes and looked up at the ceiling so your tears wouldn’t fall. I can’t help but think he’s going to leave me. You tried to blink the tears away, but some ended up escaping. Agh! You wiped the tears away with your sleeve and breathed in and out to ease yourself.

“Don’t think about,” you whispered. “Let’s read some memes instead.” You grabbed your phone, ready to read some memes, until a certain someone texted you.

I’m outside

”Fuck,” you cried, your hands going to your head. Walk outside like you’re not even affected. You nodded to yourself and grabbed your things before walking out your front door. You could see Atsumu in the drivers seat with his blonde, slicked back hair. He was looking down on his phone, probably picking music, while you were walking towards his car, legs feeling like jelly; heart beating erratically. “Hey, Atsumu,” you greeted and he slightly smiled at you.

“Hey, darlin’,” he greeted back, almost making your heart melt. You slid into the car and breathed in as quietly as you could, so that he wouldn’t know how nervous you were. He drove away from your house and it was quiet, besides the music in the background. Should I. . .ask? You glanced at him front the corner of your eye and then at your lap. Why isn’t he bringing it up? Your mind was so jumbled up, you weren’t sure what to say. Fuck it, I’ll just say it.

“So, what is it we need to talk about?” You asked, looking at him. He glanced at you and then cleared his throat.

“Oh yeah, well, we need to talk about something serious.” You waited for him to finish and watched as he turned the car to the left. It was quiet for a few moments until he finally spoke. “I wanted to ask, how did you get such a fat ass?” He smiled over at you, teasingly, and you stared at him baffled.

“A. . .fat ass?”

“Yeah, what’s your secret? You’ve got a fat fucking ass.”

You’ve never felt so fucking relieved. You laughed to yourself. Are you serious? You turned to the right to look out the window because the tears were coming. A lot was coming. You wiped your eyes and your breathing became a little quicker before a small sob escaped your lips. “A-are you crying? Babe, no, don’t cry!” Atsumu grabbed your left hand and held them together. “Ah, no! I didn’t want to make you cry. Don’t cry, love!” You sniffled, small breaths escaping your lips.

“I am so not crying! I’m not even crying!” You cried. Atsumu laughed nervously, grasping your hand as tightly as he could.

“I was just joking! What did you think I was going to say?” You looked at him with teary eyes.

“Freaking annoying ass! My god! I thought you were gonna—,” your voice cracked and some more tears spilled, “I thought you were gonna break up with me, ‘Tsumu.”

“Awwwwh!” Atsumu cooed as he entangled his hand from yours and began caressing your head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d cry!”

“You’re such an annoying ass!” You huffed, wiping your tears away. “Stop touching my head! I’m not a baby!” You grabbed his wrist and moved it away. “You got me so nervous for no reason. I thought my heart was going to stop from beating so fast!” Atsumu laughed and you glared at him. “It’s not funny!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“You better be!”

“My god, I love you, [Name],” he said and you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever.”

It was quiet for a little.

“So, you gonna answer the question or?”

“I’m not answerin’ you! ANNOYING ASS! I hope you lose your next game!”

Note: okay, I added extra stuff, but this really did happen to me LOL my bf is so mean y’all. I have never felt so fricking nervous in my life and yeah, I hope I displayed it okay. Just thought Atsumu would fit it LOL. So that’s that. It was fun to write for sure! 😂

#haikyuu!!#haikyu #haikyuu #haikyu headcanons #miya #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu miya #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #msby #msby black jackal #reader #haikyu fanfiction #volleyball anime

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moonlightdreamzz · 4 years

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NCT 127 — Their Black S/O Gets Disrespected By Their Friend Because Of Their Race. (Jaehyun, WinWin, Jungwoo, Mark, Haechan)

(Taeil, Johnny, Taeyong, Doyoung, and Yuta Version)

Request:👋🏾 I was wondering if you could do a reaction for 127 on how they’d react after seeing a friend disrespect their s/o for their race??? (or a friend of the s/o disrespects the member for their race, however you see fit) no rush either😘

Jaehyun:

He knew when his friends got drunk, they could get a little rowdy. Truthfully he was having second thoughts about bringing you around them in such a setting, but you were so excited. All week you had been talking about how you couldn’t wait to meet them and let them know you were his soulmate. Allow them to see you weren’t here to play him if they were having those thoughts.

It all started with a sly comment from one of the boys. You were in the bathroom, so his reaction was way different than he would realize it should’ve been.

“She’s so bad.” They said.

“Trust me, I know.”

“She got a nice ass too.”

All he did was punch his friend, clearly disgusted but appalled so much so that he couldn’t move.

“Shut the hell up.” He spoke, but quieted down when he saw you coming back.

The way he looked at you, you knew something was wrong, but it wasn’t what you assumed.

“Well Y/N, I tried to compliment you about how nice you look, but since Jaehyun doesn’t like that, I guess I’ll let you know that you need to take that hair out. It looks old.” He seethes, walking away in drunken anger.

“What did you just say? Come back here, pussy. Say it again.” Jaehyun is aflame. He knew he shouldn’t have brought you here. The fact that you had to hear that made him absolutely sick. He was two seconds away from punching him right in the back of the head before he felt your hands on him.

“Baby, calm down. Calm down.” You shush him, pressing your lips to his shoulder. “Don’t let it get to you.”

He hated this about you. Well, he hated that he couldn’t be like you. He could never ignore the negativity.”

“Come on.” You utter, taking his hand and leading him out.

Winwin:

He didn’t know why he wasn’t worried about you meeting his family. Maybe his love for you truly did blind him. You were just so amazing. The perfect woman and words really couldn’t describe the power you held over him.

As the two of you sat down, you both could sense the awkward air of the dinner table. As your boyfriend talked to his parents you slid him a text.

— You didn’t tell them I was black did you...

— I didn’t think it was something they needed to know. It doesn’t matter.

— I know it doesn’t matter to you baby, but I think it does to them. :(

“Y/N has been really enjoying China.” He speaks up after seeing your last message. He grabs your hand that was hiding from under the table and places your held hands on display for everyone to see.

“And I am so happy to be here right now. Winwin always talks about how much he misses you guys.” You add on, smiling brightly at their dull faces.

“Really? He hasn’t been home in forever.” His mother speaks.

“And don’t think we don’t know what you’re doing. We know how you black people are—always trying to use someone for money so you don’t have to get on welfare back home.”

You choked on your food immediately, unable to hold in your cough. “Woah.” You were able to breathe out. “I’m sorry you’ve been fed false truths about my people.”

“Don’t try and disrespect me in my own house. To be exact, get out.” His mother spits, and you don’t hesitate to take her advice. Mother or not your temper didn’t wait for anyone, and you didn’t want to do anything drastic.

Sicheng was always a well mannered boy who saw his parents as the greatest people he knew. Today, he was very much so proven wrong. “You guys are disgusting. I don’t even know who I’m looking at right now.” His voice shakes as he can’t believe he put you in position to hear words like those. “My girlfriend is African American, and she is beautiful. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known and I want to marry her. I’m going to marry her.” He says with confidence. “And if you don’t apologize in the next 24 hours know you lost a son.” He finishes before storming out to run after you.

Jungwoo:

Neither of you liked parties. You both knew in the back of your mind that you would much rather be cuddled up on your couch or in your bed watching a movie or making the movie watch you.

It was loud in here, and you knew you shouldn’t have been drinking, but it had been awhile. You also knew Jungwoo had your back. The two of you had been in the corner for the majority of the body party, and for just a few seconds did Jungwoo step away to use the bathroom. A few seconds.

“Damn.” You hear a voice say.

Maybe you shouldn’t have froze. But at the same time, you were praying he wasn’t talking to you. When you feel his hand on your exposed lower back, you immediately back into the corner.

“I have a boyfriend.” You say clearly even through your tipsy state.

“Is he here? I don’t see anybody.” He’s getting closer and you can feel his breath on you. You can’t move. He’s blocking you from doing so. “Look, girls like you kill to be with a guy like me?”

“What do you mean girls like me? You don’t even know me.”

“I know you’re black. And all you black girls are the same. You come to Korea begging for this attention, but when we give it to you, you get all scared.”

You knew you had to defend yourself. You were raised to do so. But Jungwoo got to him first. He pushes the guy on the ground and he’s obviously drunk because he doesn’t even try to fight back. He hit the floor hard too as it grabbed everyone’s attention.

“Baby are you okay?” He questions as he cups your face into his hands, kissing your gently.

“I wanna leave.” You whisper, tears dripping from your cheeks from the fear you didn’t realize you had experienced. “Don’t worry about him just take me home please.”

“Okay okay.” He assures. He so badly wants to beat the shit out of the piece of shit who just ruined your night, but he knows every tone of your voice. He knows you really don’t want him to do anything. You just want him.

Mark:

As bad as it was, you and Mark were eachother’s only friends. He had people who he would communicate with from time to time, but in his eyes, a friend was someone who you trusted with your whole being. You were that person for him and quite frankly he didn’t need anyone else.

Of course he wanted to see his friends in Canada. He hadn’t seen them in too long, and he can remember all the good times. Subways with the boys, school with the boys, they were his boys. Secretly, the two of you met up in Vancouver where SuperM was touring and of course he brought you with him to meet up with his friends. He trusted them enough to not accidentally mention any details of you being there, and he would be sure to remind them 1000x anyway.

Everything was okay. His friends were telling you about all of the crazy things he used to do—say.

“You know it’s crazy. I never would’ve thought Mark would be dating a black girl.” One of them said. It made you uncomfortable, and you unconsciously leaned into your boyfriends hold, but you had hopes that he would clean it up. In some way shape or form, you wanted that to happen.

“Why do you say that?” Mark says in confusion.

“I don’t know. I just feel like you could do better. Like at least get a white girl and secure the bag bro.” He jokes, but Mark isn’t laughing. Your boyfriend was not one to mess with when he was pissed off and it was very clear right now. Especially when it came to you did he not play.

“I promise you that Mark did indeed secure the bag with me, honey.” You chuckle knowing he woke the beast.

“The fact that you just said that dumb shit to me, infront of my girl is proof that I should smack the shit out of you right now. I swear to God.” Mark seethes. He’s standing up now, but you can tell he’s fighting saying so many more things.

“Aye chill, Mark. He was just joking.”

“Is anybody laughing? Because I’m not. She’s not. Apologize.”

“What? For a joke?”

“Apologize.” He says in a low voice.

“I’m—I’m sorry.” He stumbles, and right after is Mark taking your hand and leading you out of the restaurant.

Haechan:

It was obvious that they were trying very hard to impress you. The overly loud rap music. The slang that they were throwing at you in hopes that you would see them in...you didn’t know what. But you didn’t mind. It was better than being rude to you. At the same time though, you couldn’t help but to think that this was Haechan’s idea. That he told them to act a little more seasoned for your arrival.

“Haechan.” You questioned quietely as his friends were rowdy and couldn’t hear you. “Did you tell them to do this?”

“What do you mean?”

“Never mind.” You say, and you can tell he wants to hear more, but doesn’t press on the issue further.

“So Y/N, what’s it like being black?” One of them asks over the loud music. “Like how does it feel?”

“Um...I don’t know. Oppressed.” You dark humor, and your boyfriend laughs, but the guy doesn’t seem impressed.

“This is what I don’t understand about you guys. I mean, even with the black lives matter stuff. I feel like y’all want to be oppressed.”

“Me knowing that as a black woman I’m oppressed does not equal me wanting to be. As people of color we all have our own issues and we would be extremely stupid to try to ignore these factors just because we don’t want it to be that way. Me and my people have targets on our backs whether we like it or not.”

“And you of all people should understand that.” Haechan adds. “You’re sitting here trying to be black and look cool to my girlfriend to then turn around and disrespect her race and try to make her feel invalid for her very valid feelings. Get on the internet or read a damn book you fucking idiot. This isn’t a fairytale. You know what, Iets go baby. Can’t believe this shit.” He spits, standing up promptly.

“Period.” You scoff, slamming the chair into the table on your way out.

“Were you going to ask me did I ask them to act like that?” He questions when you two get outside.

“Yes.” You admit.

“I would never. I promise and I’m so sorry all of the just happened. I’m so so sorry.”

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bqstqnbruin · 4 years

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I think I’m gonna marry you

I just want to say that Charlie McAvoy is the loml and all of the gifs that come up when I search his name are gifs I already have on my phone and use for reactions or to annoy my friends and I’m not sorry.

But I got to see my AP kids from student teaching today! Their AP Chem exam is tomorrow and I miss them and it was so nice to see them and calm them down a little bit before tomorrow.

This was requested from the fluff prompt list, and I low key love this one so I’m praying y’all do too ???? Here’s the original request!

10. I’m going to marry you one day

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Five Years Old

“I know moving to a new place is scary, sweetie, but we aren’t going to move back to Minnesota, I’m sorry. We’re going to be here for a while, God willing,” your mom crouches down to meet you at eye level. Your dad got a new job in doing something at JFK, which meant uprooting your family to New York. You ended up in Long Beach. On the beach. A Minnesotan on the beach. You didn’t know much, but you knew enough to understand that you hated it without wanting to give it a try. You just stare at your mom, a pout on your face, surrounded by the boxes your family has yet to unpack in the living room. “Why don’t you go down to the beach with me. Maybe you can make some friends that will make this a little easier?” You nod your head. She takes your hand, leading outside and down to the beach.

People were out surfing, kids playing in the sand, moms reading on the beach. It was hot, the air felt dry even with the water right there. You can feel yourself start to cry, even as your mother drags you down to the sand, setting out a blanket from the bag you didn’t realize she had with her.

“Charlie! Come back here!” you hear someone yell as a ball comes rolling towards you, landing at your feet. A chubby little boy, about your age, comes running towards you. You pick up the ball, handing it to him. “Sorry about that,” the woman you assumed was his mom comes running up to him. “If you come back here, expect this a lot,” she says to your mom.

“Oh, it’s fine. We just moved here, so a familiar face would be nice, especially for my daughter.”

“That’s great! We live here, too, just up the street. I’m Jennifer, this is my son Charlie.”

Your mom introduces the two of you, Charlie’s mom offering to have the two of you go and sit and talk while you and Charlie play in the sand. You had no concept of time, but you felt like you were playing with him for years. You loved sitting in the sand, rolling and throwing the ball back and forth with him.

When the sun started to set, your mothers get you up to bring you back to your homes. With one hand in your mothers, you use the other to wave Charlie goodbye.

“I’m marrying her one day!” you hear Charlie tell his mother, both mom’s laughing as you went inside for the night.

Fourteen Years Old

“Charlie, what the hell are you doing?” you whisper, pulling him into your bedroom from your second-story window. He somehow managed to find his dad’s ladder, sneak out of his own house with it, and climb up to your window.

“It’s my last night before going to Michigan until college and my family had me so busy that I didn’t even get to say goodbye to you.”

“So you almost kill yourself by scaling the side of my house instead?” There was no way you could let your parents know that a boy snuck into your room at one in the morning, even if it was Charlie. “Besides, if you don’t say goodbye, then I won’t have to cry about you leaving in front of you,” you admit to him. He was your best friend. You spent the last ten years inseparable, you went to all of his hockey games, he came to all of your soccer games, all your plays and musicals, you took all of the same classes, had all the same teachers. Most people thought you were dating, but he was like your brother growing up. Plus, he was moving to Michigan for hockey, it’s not like you could start anything now.

“Like you crying in front of me is something I’ve never seen before,” he rolls his eyes, taking both of you to sit on your bed. “And I know you well enough to know that you would have cried even if you didn’t see me because of how dramatic you are.”

“Hey!” you try not to yelling, knowing your parents were in their room on the other side of your wall, “I’m not dramatic!”

“I’m sorry, you’re right. The only freshman at our school to be cast as a lead in both the play and the musical this year isn’t the least bit dramatic,” he lets out, bitterly sarcastic.

You both let out a quiet laugh. You lay back on your bed, looking up at the ceiling. “What am I going to do with you?”

He lays back, too, his head pretty much against yours, “Make new friends so you’re not a loner?”

“Shut up!” you say, giving him a light smack, which was the best you could do given the angle you were at, “I’m serious! Char, you’re my best friend! What are we going to do without being able to see each other every day?”

“Well we have phones, so we can text all the time, like we do now. We can Facetime and Snapchat every day. Actually, no. Facetime once a week, I can’t deal with you that much.” He lets out a laugh, waiting for you to respond or something, but you were too sad about the idea of him getting on that plane tomorrow and leaving you. “Hey,” he sits up, trying to pull you up with him. He turns and faces you, sitting criss-cross on your bed, his hands in yours, “You’re my best friend. Even with me in Michigan, we’re going to get through this. How about this. We’ll make a pact. If we aren’t seeing anyone when we’re thirty, we’ll get married.”

“Deal.”

“So I guess that means, I’m going to marry you one day.”

“I can’t believe you don’t have faith that I’ll find someone by then!”

“Well, you won’t. I will. I am going to be a professional hockey player, after all.”

You shove him back a little, “Rude!” both of you trying to contain your laughter. “I love you, Charlie,” you tell him through the last of your laugh.

He smiles, looking at your hands. “I love you, too, Y/N.” Before you know it, his lips are on yours. It was short, sweet, your first kiss. “I couldn’t leave without doing that,” he says, his forehead pressed against yours.

“I can’t believe you’re leaving after you did that.” You both sit there quietly for a minute. “I think you need to go back Char, before your parents notice you’re gone.” He nods, opening your window to go back down the ladder. You close it behind him, watching him walk off down the street with it.

Twenty-Two Years Old

“Get out! Get out of my apartment! I never want to see you again!” you scream, tears going down your face. You felt anger, sadness, the urge to pick something up and throw it for the purpose of breaking it, confusion, every negative emotion that you could think of or ever knew came flooding through your body as you watched your now ex-boyfriend take his stuff and leave, probably to go crawling back to the girl he was cheating on you with. You had moved out of your parents home in Long Beach to Boston for him. Well, actually, you went to Boston College, then decided once you graduated to stay in the area and get a job in the city. Him being there was just an added bonus.

You follow him out, “I hope you’re happy with her, you jackass!” you yell, knowing it would piss off your neighbors.

Only one would actually care enough to poke their head out from their door to check on you. “Y/N/N, what the hell happened?” Charlie asks, closing his door and coming into your place. He may or may not have found you the apartment that was right next to him for you to move in to. It was great when both of you wanted to go home, like for holidays and stuff.

You close the door behind him, going to your bedroom so you could throw yourself on your bed as dramatically as possible. “He was cheating on me. He told me tonight.”

“He told you? I told you that two weeks ago that something was up.”

“The worst part? I blame myself. Then I blame him. But I don’t blame her.”

“Um, ok, you’re wrong,” he says, making you sit up as you roll your eyes at him. “You did nothing that would give him the right to cheat on you. And why wouldn’t you blame her? She’s the reason he cheated.”

“Yes, but she didn’t know he had a girlfriend. She doesn’t use social media and he never told her.”

“Then we blame him and only him. But you,” he says, taking your hand in his face, wiping the tears off your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs, “You are not at all to blame for this. You are the perfect girl. Any guy would be lucky to have you.”

You wrap your hand around his wrist, letting out a small laugh. “Please, you of all people know that I’m not perfect. I just,” you stop yourself, sighing, “I just thought that he could be the one, you know?

“Oh, please. I was going to marry you before he even thought of it. We would have been celebrating our 50th anniversary before he even told you he was serious about you.”

“You can’t keep saying we’re going to get married, Charlie. It doesn’t work like that.”

“Why not? I said it the day we met. I said it the day I left for Michigan, and I’m saying it now. We’re getting married one day.”

“We’re not even dating.”

“Then let’s date.”

“Charlie, no!” you say, standing up and pacing around your room. “You can’t keep doing this to me! I just broke up with the guy I had been dating since I was seventeen. It’s been, what, not even an hour? I’m not ready to date anyone, let alone date you!”

“Fine. Then I’ll wait.”

Twenty-seven years old

“When Charlie and I were rooming in, I wanna say a hotel in Calgary, during our rookie season, we started talking about life, you know as guys do,” Jake says into the microphone, “and I’m not sure how, but we started talking about girls, again, as guys do. And I asked him if he had a girlfriend because he’s sort of a private guy. He starts to tell me about this girl that he met on the beach at home when they were five. He saw her and decided he was going throw her ball at her so that he had an excuse to go over to her and ask her to play. Luckily, their moms became friends so they got to keep playing with each other, and they pretty much became like brother and sister.

“He eventually moved around because of hockey, them keeping in touch to the point where she knew his teammates more than he did because she would be on Facetime with him all the time talking with them instead of him. Then they both when to college in the same city, her at Boston College, him at Boston University. They were natural enemies, blah, blah, blah. And then he started talking about how she had been dating this guy he didn’t like, because he was always convinced that he would end up marrying her.

“Flash forward a few years, he comes into practice, happier than I’ve ever seen him because she finally agreed to go on a date with him the night before. After practice he tells me, ‘I’m picking out an engagement ring for her, do you want to come?’” you hear people give a round of ‘aww’s’ and ‘how sweet’s’ as Jake continues, “Naturally, I tell him he’s crazy, but I go with him anyway, and he ends up buying the ring that sits on her finger right now, even though he didn’t give it to you for another three years after buying it.”

He picks up the glass of champagne in front of him, raising it, everyone around you doing the same, “To Charlie and Y/N. I’m not really sure how he managed to get you to marry him, especially since he’s been saying that he would for the last twenty years. I, personally, would find that creepy,” you laugh, rolling your eyes, “but he was right when he said you were meant for each other. To many years of happiness with him. Good luck, Y/N. You’ll need it.”

Everyone toasts to you, clapping as the music starts back up again and your friends and family start dancing.

“I can’t believe it,” you say, looking at the scene of your wedding reception unfold in front of you.

“Can’t believe what, babe?” Charlie says, looking, too.

“Two things. One: that you let Jake give a speech at our reception. And two: that you were actually right about us getting married. How did you know?” He looks at you, beaming, “There was no reason why I wanted to go talk to you when we were five other than I knew that I wanted to. I said it then not knowing what it meant, but the older we got, the more I meant it.”

“Come here,” you tell him, giving him a kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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isuzukuretsuki · 4 years

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me before playing blue lions: haha I’m not like ~other girls~ I don’t like Dimitri and I think he’s boring and basic.

me after playing blue lions: I will die for Dimitri.

I finally finished Azure Moon!! Can’t believe it took me 4 damn months to finish this route. Just like with Crimson Flower, I decided to do a very long write up of my thoughts of this route after letting my thoughts marinate for a bit. There will be spoilers for both Azure Moon and Crimson Flower. Also disclaimer: these are just my personal opinions.

Tldr: this route was so fucking good!!!! I jumped ship from being team Edie/BE to team Dimitri/BL faster than Sylvain jumps girlfriends because I enjoyed this route more than Crimson Flower in almost every way possible. The Blue Lions are my KIDS and I will die for each and every one of them. Blue Lions may not be my first route/house, but this is where my heart rightfully lies.

I guess the first thing I should get out of the way are the negatives. While this isn’t really a complaint about AM specifically and more so the narrative over the entire game... the conflict between Edelgard and Dimitri seems really stupid and contrived. In other games, war happens because the villain is evil. In this game, war happens because the villain is fucking stupid. Basically, I still ain’t convinced that Edelgard’s war was ever necessary LMAO. She straight up nuked the church’s authority and relevancy out of orbit the chapter before the time skip, so she technically already accomplished her goal; why she still feels the need to go on a savage conquest alludes me.

Speaking of nuking the church’s relevancy out of orbit, that’s exactly what happened to Rhea LOL. Despite all the church goons clamoring every .5 seconds about how they gotta save Rhea, we literally never see her again at all after the time skip, even at the end of the game. It makes no sense why Edelgard would keep Rhea imprisoned and not kill her, especially when Rhea seemingly served no greater purpose to Edelgard and became completely irrelevant in the war phase.

Edie says some mumbo jumbo of “I weighed the victims of this war against the victims of the world and I deem that there will be less victims of war” like bitch, how??? How do you tangibly quantify “victims of this world”. If she means “people who had a shitty life because of shitty society”, then those people are always going to exist because every society has its flaws. Even if you change society, you aren’t decreasing that number because you’re only solving problems by creating new ones (Edelgard’s specialty). Also the mental gymnastics you have to do to be tortured by an evil organization only to team up with said evil organization to take down another organization that, unless I missed something, isn’t even directly responsible for the death of all your siblings??? In both CF and AM, Edelgard comes off as incredibly thoughtless and illogical in her actions and I can’t help but feel that if she had been just a little bit more diplomatic, then maybe, just maybe, she could have found a better solution without starting a bloody war.

This brings me to the god forsaken chat between Edelgard and Dimitri. Dimitri demanding to know why Edelgard started the war only for her to go “it was the only way” has about the same narrative weight as “Riku why did you become one with the darkness?!” “Because I’m the worst”. Instead of bitching about whose ~ideals~ are better, how about y’all sit down and actually discuss what each person wants to accomplish and maybe figure out a way to accomplish these goals without murdering each other over it? Not that I think Edelgard would accept anything BUT murder, but jesus, this is why you don’t leave diplomatic matters to actual children.

Speaking of why you don’t leave diplomatic matters to children, god that Gronder battle. I get that it’s supposed to be an epic showdown between the three houses that mirrored the mock battle pre time skip but... the Kingdom had literally NO reason to fight the Alliance!!! The reasons they provided to justify why the Kingdom and Alliance couldn’t team up at Gronder was so fucking dumb, especially when two chapters down the line, Claude is knocking at our door begging for help. I will say tho, I never knew how much I appreciated himbo in distress Claude until now lmao.

Rodrigue's death was also really poorly done imo. As much as I liked having Dimitri’s father figure be the one to snap him out of his insanity, (I love found father/son relationships...) how on earth are you guys so fucking incompetent that you let this tiny little girl kill Rodrigue??? It doesn’t help that the exact same thing happened with Jeralt and Monica. This... just ain’t it, chief.

I think the biggest bone I have to pick at AM specifically is... so what the fuck is the truth behind the Tragedy of Duscur LMAO??? They literally blue balled me by dropping the bomb of “Dimitri’s step mom may have conspired in it” ONLY TO NOT DO ANYTHING WITH IT. I assume that the full truth behind the Duscur tragedy will probably be revealed in VW (I hope) because it involves the slithers but it’s highkey ridiculous that the BL goons... never actually find out what really happened, and why. And I get that the story is about them moving on from their trauma and the past, but they should have at least figured out the actual truth behind it so they can get the closure they deserve???

Despite the gripes I have with some of the writing, unless VW or SS is mind blowingly amazing, this route will easily stand as the best route for me, because.... it is kind of is mind blowingly amazing. I wholeheartedly love character driven stories, and this route absolutely delivers in that respect-- the character writing is amazing and is essentially the heart of this story. To think Dimitri and the Blue Lions were the lord/house I was least interested in at first. Even after hearing people talk about what the BL goons and Dimitri’s character arc was roughly about, I was still blown away by just how damn fucking good it was, and this route exceeded my expectations in every way possible.

When playing CF, I struggled to connect with a lot of the beagles; I didn’t have that problem at all with the BL goons and the route does a phenomenal job at making me actually give a shit about these characters and their problems. Childhood friend squad (+Marianne and Ashe) are easily my favourite characters in this game by a landslide, and the dynamic between not only the childhood friend squad, but all the BL goons, was just so, so amazing. Watching these characters that are seemingly joined by a single tragedy, rise above all their suffering as they grow, heal, and overcome hardship together is just so... MY KIDS... MY HEART..... I really got the sense of not only their shared pain, but also shared intimacy, care, and friendship. Their support conversations with each other had everything; from goofy and fun, to soothing and nurturing, to painful and harrowing.

The connections that the BL goons have to the pre time skip missions gave part 1 story so much more meaning, and it only gets better after the time skip. I really appreciate that the BL bean boys actually feel relevant to the main story, and that their input and opinions actually mattered. The cast’s struggle to come to a consensus on the best course of action during the war phase made them feel like actual people with opinions, unlike in CF, where everyone was just a mindless passenger to Edie’s not so merry joyride. This also made Dimitri’s arc way more impactful because the narrative actually holds him accountable for the consequences that his behavior/poor decisions had on others. What I also really liked about the war phase is that you could just feel how war torn the kingdom was and how much everything went to shit after the time skip. I felt really strongly to the characters’ sense of hopelessness at fighting a losing battle as they struggled to keep their home land in tact while everything just kept spiraling out of control and deteriorating further.

So to see the BL goon beans slowly, one battle at a time, turn the tide of the war and push back against the corner they were backed in, was SO fulfilling and rewarding. The battle of Fhirdiad is probably my favourite battle in the entire game because it felt like all the suffering and toiling that the BL goons went through was finally worth it, and just watching the kingdom slowly heal after being liberated was just such a good feeling. This kind of payoff is something I think CF sorely lacked, since tbh, I struggled to celebrate Edie’s victories with her. Though I do appreciate how Edie’s a much more threatening antagonistic force than either Dimitri or Rhea were in CF too bad Edelgard’s boss battle was pathetically easy and Dimitri shredded through her armor like swiss cheese... at least Rhea put up a slightly challenging fight.

I could gush about the characters all day, but Dimitri? He makes this game, 100%. This truly felt like his story and he was the star of this route. On a superficial level, I’m a basic bitch as well as a slut for angsty boys who have trouble talking about their trauma because I want them to rail me. I fucking loved his feral personality it was just so fun to watch and interact with LMAO 10/10 would let him use me until the flesh falls from my bones. His dialogue in this state is just so demeaning, belittling and raw that it somehow comes a full circle and becomes charming I promise I’m not a sick masochist.

I’m also a degenerate and dimileth is my otp. The way the relationship between Dimitri and Byleth develops over the game truly felt like a bond forged over time. The way Dimitri admits that he couldn’t trust Byleth at first because he was put off by the way they could “kill without batting an eye”, to being so elated when he sees them smile for the first time that he’s completely mesmerized when they starts expressing emotion... oof, talk about otp material. I think what really sold me is the way he’s their anchor after Jeralt’s death; their emotional support both in a traditional sense, but also in a darker sense when he declares he will kill anyone so they desire it because their enemies are his enemies. Character A declaring they’d die for character B? Soft shit. Character A declaring they’d kill for character B? A+ romance right there, boys.

On a non superficial level, Dimitri’s character arc of his fall from grace and subsequent redemption was absolutely phenomenal. Just seeing how far he sinks, how far he goes, only to see how far he climbs his way back up after hitting rock bottom, was such a roller coaster and I loved every minute of it. I also probably like revenge stories more than I care to admit. Dimitri has everything; blood lust, cruelty, obsession, but also empathy and compassion so extreme that it’s his very own innate kindness that drives him into insanity, which is what makes him such a compelling character in my eyes. The extremity of his psychosis was absolutely heart breaking, but despite everything, him making the conscious decision to change for the better and rise up to fulfill his role as king was just astounding to watch.

I will say though... maybe I have a screwed up moral compass but tbh Dimitri brutally killing imperial soldires didn’t really upset me because... this is war??? That he didn’t even start?? Everyone is killing everyone??? Even if he never went feral, he’d still be killing because his bloody kingdom is being invaded?????? But I digress.

While I think just how damn avoidable everything was kind of detracts from the tragedy of his relationship with Edelgard, I still really loved how steadfast and unconditional his love for her was (after he stops going feral), and you can tell just how much she meant to him every time he spoke of her. I also love how the dagger kind of becomes a symbolic motif throughout the story, and Edie throwing the dagger at him in the final cutscene as a sign of her wholehearted rejection of him was just fucking depressing, but also very fitting of her character.

I adore the whole overarching narrative and themes surrounding grief and death, befitting of a war game. How, as tempting as it is to constantly keep the memory of the dead alive, there comes a point where you have to move on and not let your life be ruled by those no longer around. The way that the characters react to the death of loved ones and grieve so differently was a huge highlight of the BL squad’s characterizations, which just makes them feel more alive and human. Honestly, no words can really describe just how incredible of an experience Azure Moon was.

Anyway my order from favourite to least favourite BL goon bean boys are: Dimitri > Ashe >/= Sylvain >/= Felix > Ingrid > Mercedes > Annette > Dedue. (I love Ashe/Sylvain/Felix almost equally LOL)

tldr my experience with Azure Moon:

tfw my second best girl is childhood friends with all the best boys in the entIRE GAME and she settles for a guy with a dead wife, daughter, and most likely triple her age :|.

I’ll be finally playing Golden Deer next, which I’m gonna do on NG+ Maddening so.... hope that goes well!!

#fire emblem three houses #ellie plays fe3h terribly

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blossomhcney · 4 years

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( brent antonello. 34. cis male. he/him. ) in texas, thomas horne is more commonly known as tommy. they’ve been living in newton for thirty-four years and currently a florist. some say they are resentful & emotional but i’m more inclined to believe those that say they’re calm & trustworthy. if you walk by their house, you can sometimes hear river of tears by alessia cara playing from their window. ( blood stained dog tags, muddied boots, the smell of freshly cut flowers, rose thorns pricking soft skin, early mornings that lead to late nights. )

yes, yes. i am back again with yet another character. pls feel free to hit me up for connections with my lil love bug ! he is my fave baby atm i love him so much do not hurt him. or ...... or do.

PINTEREST BOARD !

NAME. thomas malcolm horne. NICKNAME. tommy. AGE. thirty four. GENDER. cis male. PRONOUNS. he/him. SEXUAL ORIENTATION. homosexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. homoromantic. HOMETOWN. newton. OCCUPATION. owner of the bloom room & horne family farms.

ZODIAC. virgo. POSITIVE TRAITS. calm, trustworthy, honest. NEGATIVE TRAITS. resentful, emotional, guilty. LANGUAGES SPOKEN. english, french, spanish, arabic.

HEIGHT. 6′1 EYE COLOR. green. HAIR COLOR. brunet. TATTOOS. can be found on the pinterest board ! - with the addition of ‘aiden’ across his heart.

QUICK INFO.

trigger warnings: pow, death, mentions of torture, mention of cancer.

thomas horne was born to mary and jacob horne on a stormy tuesday evening. he was the second born horne child, but not the last. they would go on to have three more children, growing their family steadily over the years. jacob had always joked about needing to have five children so they had somebody to pass their businesses down to when they died and whilst he was making a joke about it, he would have three children who wanted nothing to do it and two who would dedicate their lives to their family businesses.

thomas was a shy child and he rarely left his older brother’s side, clinging him to as though his life depended on it when they went anywhere outside of their home. it took him a long time to finally become comfortable with the idea of being alone, not lonely, because he would never grow accustomed to such a feeling. he began to play alone and try to branch out and talk to the other kids at school. there was one in particular that almost seemed to take pity on him, but they became fast friends and, before he knew it, they were inseparable. they were most certainly his best friend in the whole entire world and thomas could not imagine a day without them.

upon discovering that his father had been in the army, thomas had become fascinated with the idea. the thought of helping his country and making a difference was so very attractive. he could not help the obsession as it slowly grew. looking at old pictures of his father, looking at his dog tags, listening to his stories. it was hardly thomas’ fault that he was as interested as he was, especially when his father described it the way he did. there was nothing wrong with just looking into it, right?

wrong. the second thomas began ‘looking into it’, he was hooked. he was absolutely determined to join and he longed for the satisfaction that his father had found whilst serving. his mother was reluctant to get on board with the idea, but she saw the way thomas’ face lit up each time he even mentioned going away, so how could she say no? his siblings constantly talked about how jealous they were that he was going to get out of texas, but truly, he was scared to do it. he was terrified to leave his family behind and become somebody new, somebody that he was so.. scared of meeting because what if he didn’t like them? what if he hated the person that he was to become?

eighteen came and thomas joined the army. the feeling was only to be described as elation as his father hugged him tightly and wished him all the best, his mother grasped his hands tightly and told him to write to her and call whenever he could. his siblings gave him small tokens of their affection and off he went. he felt like he had won the lottery and everything was going perfectly. his mos was translation and it was the best decision he could have made.

just as he thought that nothing could get better, he fell in love. it was as cliche as it could be, but he slowly began to develop feelings for another on his team. finding out that he felt the same only made it better and more complicated. secrecy was something that thomas was highly skilled at for all his years of only spending time with himself, but it did not make things any easier. he wanted to be able to tell the world about the man he loved and he could hardly tell him.

he had been on patrol one night when everything turned to shit. he and aiden had spent the past few years discussing the potential of their future and thomas had been so excited to take aiden home to meet his parents because his mother would adore him. and he had absolutely every intention of following through with that. until he had been taken as a prisoner of war. not just him, the guy who was on patrol with him that evening had been taken, too. he would go on to spend the next year and a half chained up and tortured because he refused to give up information. the problem was, the information he was refusing to give up? he did not have. he watched as they killed the man he had been taken with and the only thing that got him through each agonising day was knowing that he would see aiden again.

when he was finally rescued, they told him that there was nobody waiting for him and that he needed to go back to his hometown and not tell a soul about the experience. it took him a while to believe that aiden truly did not care, but he never came for him, so he resigned himself to the fact that he had cared more and opened himself up to heartache. and he had lost that battle. upon arriving back home, his parents were distraught at being told their son was alive after being told he had been killed in action. seeing him in the flesh was something else entirely and it took his mother an entire week to stop sleeping in the bed with him. hell, he needed that more than she did, because he couldn’t close his eyes without seeing images of the torture he had endured.

after a while, he had been sat at home, not really doing anything and he needed to get back out there and experience life. perhaps not in the ways that he once had the joy and time for, but he needed to do something. he started helping out on the family again and helped his mother with the flower shop. he grew to love the bloom room more than he had when he was a child and he took a course to become a florist with the help of his mother. he finally felt that he had a purpose to his life again.

some months later, his mother fell ill and thomas threw himself into working at the bloom room in her absence. he was there before opening and after closing and people were beginning to associate his face with the face of the shop. when his mother died after a six month battle with cancer, she left the shop to him in her will. it was devastating, that after such a long period of her believing her son was dead, she got him back. but thomas knew that he could never have her back. she was gone and she was gone forever.

now, he works nonstop at the bloom room and helps out at the farm most evenings and early mornings. he does nothing but work and spends what little free time he has with his family and the few cherished friends he still has.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

childhood best friend: i mean ..... this one is super cute and self explanatory, but they were the bestest friends as kids and teenagers and grew apart when he left for the army. they were the first person he came out to, they literally told each other everything and were inseparable.

first girlfriend: so, thomas had a tiny period where he thought he might be straight and this would have been the girl that sort of .... confirmed for him that he wasn’t. he was 16 at the time, so she would have been 16 or 17 at the oldest. it was not a ‘she turned him gay’ thing (which is not a thing at all but i digress), so there would be no hatred here, but we can discuss this in length.

first boyfriend: now, this was literally right after his first girlfriend. they weren’t even technically dating, but they took his virginity and he took theirs and it was cute and they ‘dated’ right until he left for the army and he will always cherish them for giving him the experiences he felt he needed before he went off to grow up.

close friends: literally anybody that would wanna love down a lil damaged army boy who secludes himself and want to help pull him out of his shell. he’s basically gone back to his childhood ways of closing himself off so pls feel free to drag him tf out.

and uh anything else y’all want !

#rideintro.#( thomas horne / about. )

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revebedie · 6 years

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.’*~ ALONE REUNION ~*’.

chapter 1 ~ First Step

Sunmmary : Series written by me, it shows up that the reader (me) was being very introvert and a male hater too (aka insecure around them) ..but sometimes things change when you start recognizing the truth and enjoying it happily ! no matter what !

Characters : BTS members, TWICE members (except the maknae line), and y/n

Genre : fluff, angst and slight comedy ~

Chapter : 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , . . .

PS : I created this series for myself and also for y’all if you’d love to, i’m working on the next chapter,pls tell me if this is okay, if there were any mistakes pls let me know in the comments ...

god i love how imagination got me enjoy!

Ships : y/n x Jihyo

Word Count : 3.1k words

Life has been driving me in a lot of strange situations, after I finished my first year in high school, I have exerted all of my possible efforts for my midterms and the finals too, i was feeling more than conscious about my studies, whenever i missed a note or just one important line, i could not surpass it until i memorized it well, so i had to keep all of my brain and the revisions altogether in one place at the same time, which had a very negative impact on my mental thinking, not to be a psycho but, this complicated year got me anxious and so depressed, like my life depended only on these tests and those hours that should not be wasted on useless stuff, I literally didn’t know how i survived all of this, thank god vacation had come, which was actually wasted normally, doing nothing, that’s it, there was nothing new or just like a little thing that would light up my life through all this dullness, no trips, no zoos or theme parks were in my vacation list, although i wish i could do all of that, but living so miserably, so that’s why my time during vacation was just like an empty bottle in the middle of a harsh desert, in case of socializing i was an extreme introvert, as i didn’t have much friends, or i had none, leaving me in a hole of overthinking about heavenly things like a blessing place, or a dream that was going to overlap with my reality, in the middle of all this i pictured myself having ..just eight nice friends and also my girlfriend, who were the only thing that helped me hold my patience all the time, i don’t get to meet them often, because they had to fly to korea for their special family events, but at the same time i always feel proud of the nine of them, i loved to feel warm and sweet to them ..i just love them unconditionally ..

Not less that three months of empty vacation and i started my second year in high school where the number of subjects in my schedule has decreased,but they were very full in all their meanings, i felt a little bit relieved, as the world has changed a lot, but the school hasn’t changed yet, where the same mean young bullies were still there hoping for some anger and jealousy time, they were all hating me and making fun of me because i was a little bit chubby, meaning that i didn’t have that beautiful woman body that all people love to stick to, and especially because I hated males, I hated them very much that I could be friends with all the women in the world without any help from the men, I hated them, all of this happened after I broke up with two exes, first an ex boyfriend named Jack who was very violent and the second is an ex girlfriend named Amy who was king of revenge lover and she got into it really much that she made me get involved in it, I cut my sight from them because they were always deceiving me all the time, but fast not at least I got to know my best nine sweeties of all the time where one of them confessed her love to me and I couldn't handle it, it was all when she first joined the cheerleader group, they were so judge-y whenever a girl not from them comes to say just hello to them, but this sweetheart was aware of their behaviours towards me, I mean she was so nice, so nice that she advised them for what they need to be whilst talking to anyone, she came to me when i was in front of my locker checking out about our days, she was also smooth and goofy that we always tend to meet everyday this year..

"Are you sure this is the same page??" I asked running along the school hall, no one paid attention to me, I was panting like a dog, my old friend since childhood, Kitty, saw me and helped me with the question, "I don't know, I'm not sure about this tho .." she answered with a concerned face, putting her hands in her jacket pockets, couldn't smile, I got disappointed, "Oh oh, I remembered, ..yes this is the same page, I remembered that cursive headline above and that small underline here !!" She startled me, I shocked like electricity when she talked, she was characterized by her surprising way of talking, I smiled widely at her sentence, and we started to notice some definitions on the page, then we headed to our lockers, Jihyo saw me with my old school friend, "Hi there!" She greeted us, we greeted her in response, "I didn't know you had a childhood friend, y/n !" I was contemplating at her words, "Yeah, I didn't know she moved here to this school too, ...Kitty, this Jihyo, ..Jihyo, this is Kitty.." i got them both recognizing each other, they both greeted each other smiles shown on their faces, but I put on a fake smile at their handshake, I frowned a bit, she didn’t even realize that I wasn’t so surprised to meet kitty, my old problematic friend, we always tortured each other from time to time, and we come back together like nothing happened between the both of us, she might have met Jihyo before, but our minds tend to remove her instead, ‘’Oh by the way i got the full mark in biology test last year !!’’ Kitty finally started talking in this awkward silence, ‘’Oh my god, congratulations !!’’ Jihyo cheered as she did a little clapping dance, ‘’Hurray, Katswell, well done!’’ I sang with low voice in jealousy, ‘’No not you, I told you that before, Jihyo hadn’t known about my success yet,..’’ Kitty said with a smirk, I rolled my eyes in annoyance and Jihyo didn’t know how to react but to laugh at my reaction instead, as she winked at me so that I laughed too, ‘’Aw y/n, looks like you didn’t miss me, but i missed you too’’ she said with a baby voice, I nodded a yes while I was looking at the floor, ‘’Oh wait, I gotta go to the class, unfortunately we are not in the same class, y/n, see ya !’’ we waved right back at each other.

Glancing back at Jihyo, I shocked in fright as I didn’t know that her other girls were right behind her, ‘’OH MY GOSH’’ I got startled, they all smiled and laughed at my reaction, ‘’Hey girls, you shouldn’t have stuck to my back like a glue !’’ Jihyo said directing her words towards them with a blank face, ‘’it’s okay Ji, that’s what friends do together, right girls?’’, i asked with a hype, trying to calm a nerve, they all nodded in agreement, ‘’See, Jihyo? you were right, we always make her day !’’ Sana said with a happy yell, ‘’Please y/n, I don’t want you to be too much on yourself, that will not help you to eat !’’ Jeongyeon replied putting two notebooks inside the locker replacing them with a sandwich and handed it to me after she saw that my lunch box contained nothing but an apple juice box and two toasts, I soften my face at her offer, she drew a smile on my face ‘’Thanks Jeongie .., but you know I have been trying to shrink myself.., it sucks having such a strange difference that bothers some people..’’ , the 3mix widened their eyes in surprise, ‘’Oh come on , she was telling you not to be hard on yourself !!’’ Nayeon said frowning, ‘’Oh no don’t tell me that y/n is going still on that harsh diet ..’’ Sana sighed in discomfort, leaning her head from Jihyo’s back, ‘’Please don’t let go of these cute chubs !’’ Mina said hovering her arms from behind me in a back hug, ‘’I’m really confused, I mean ..I wear the same goddamn uncomfortable outfits every single season and they never fit me’’ I sighed in exhaust, ‘’But why didn’t you get new clothes ??’’ Jihyo asked with a confused face when she closed her locker, ‘’Two shirts and two pants are the only thing I bought the whole vacation and you know they are not my type because I rarely go out ..’’ I answered with a little broken laugh when Mina let go off her back hug, ‘’Babe, next time you want to wear something new and simple just try to come by our house, where some of my comfy sweaters are waiting for you ..okay?’’ she said with a quiet voice and a soft smile, she walked forward to me and cupped my cheeks, we were a few inches apart between our lips, ‘’okay !’’ i said after I bit my bottom lip, she smiled and gave me a small peck on my lips and we giggled.., not caring if someone judged or anything ..,‘’Wait a minute ..where’s Momo ?’’ Nayeon asked with a confused look, ‘’She told me she was going to the cafeteria to ask about the new foods in lunch time’’ Sana replied staring at the end of the hallway, ‘’Really?? it’s still 8:30..′’ Mina scoffed before she picked her stuff from the locker, me and Jihyo were hugging for like ten minutes, and we could feel them judging because that’s what we still know in our hearts, it was something like habit to embrace each other’s existence ‘’Wait, I haven’t seen Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu today ! where are they ??’’ I asked in surprise, ‘’They decided to spend this year with their families..didn’t they tell you?’’ Jihyo said tangling her fingers with mine, ‘’WHAT ! I thought they were going on a road trip !..’’ Nayeon yelled in the middle of us, she yelled that Jeongyeon almost hit top of her head against her locker ‘’GOD, who told you that ??’’ she yelled back, ‘’Tzuyu told me ..’’ Nayeon said crossing her arms against her chest, ‘’Liar !’’ Jeongyeon whispered in her breath while patting her top of her head, ‘’What !!!??! Tzuyu lied to me ?!?!’’ Nayeon said with a frown and wide eyes, as long as we start discussion about high school and stuff, we cackled and gossiped a lot, then a shaking scream was flowing through our ears “HEYYYY!!!!”

The scream was coming from the end of the hallway where there were the library, school clinic and the cafeteria, of course it was Momo, she came along with her scream, dancing while heading to the group happily, “Hey girls,guess wh- .. Y/N !!” she sprinted into my arms to hug me, I wrapped my hands around her tightly, I could feel her giggle vibrating throughout my body, I loved Momo and she loved me so much, that she always come to Jihyo to stick the song “I love Morga more than you do, Leader!” in her mind, you can say that she missed me so much and I missed her too, “y/n, it’s been a long time since we hugged !” she said with a squeaky voice still having her arms wrapped around my waist after she kissed my cheeks, “HEY ! I haven’t hugged her too” Sana screeched in a dorky way reaching her head of her locker before she closed it, she came into the hug with her bright eye smile which needed a camera to be shot, they both wrapped their arms around me more tightly that my waist was going to vanish, but honestly their hugs were very warm, seriously if I were to be freezing the whole day, I would order like millions of their soft hugs, “Guess what y/n...I reserved a lot for lunch! for all of us !” Momo whispered in my right ear, “Guess what y/n...Momo is gonna eat it all ..” Sana whispered in my left ear, I shivered at their whispers against my skin, “Y’all please I can’t brea-..” I groaned before they let go of me, smirking away, Jihyo pouted at what they did to me, patting on me as if they damaged me or something, holding me away to her locker, “Please look how jealous she is !” Jeongyeon said with a loud laugh, making fun of her pouty face, but Jihyo didn’t mind it at all, she laughed at herself too, “Y’all please, let’s go to the class, poor Mina has been judging all of you for minutes ...” Nayeon scoffed and let out a sarcastic laugh, after the bell had rung we walked along the hallway in a queue heading to the class holding notebooks and little notes for the first day together in the new year ..

Later that morning, I had classes with the girls, it felt so quiet as the new lesson was a little awkward, I felt as if the start was a little complicated, but who knows? ..maybe the start is strange but the rest will be okay !, I still realize that the same seven boys who were with us in our class last year, are still in the same class with us this year, I didn’t want to get along with any of them since i hated all boys there, maybe all girls have flirted with them but I still don’t find it hot as they see till now, I walked with Jihyo along the school hall heading to the cafeteria together after we had known that the girls competed us on who will be the first to get there, we flashed that ‘whatever’ look on our faces, we glanced and pointed to the new doors, halls and clubs..Holding each others’ hands , rubbing our digits against our palms, smiling to our faces, eye contacts..ugh it felt like spending time with an angel, teenagers were shuffling in different directions across the hallway , until a strange guy in a black hoodie and blue jeans, having his yellow cap upwards to allow little hair of him on his forehead, he was walking towards us, papers in his hands and a pen sticking to them, he was smiling widely, ‘’Jihyo, there is someone coming to us’’ I whispered to Jihyo as if he was going to rush to us,’’Don’t worry, we gonna deal with this ‘’ Jihyo reassured before she returned back her smile, ‘’Hello there! nice to meet you!’’ he said keeping his smile, and tugging the papers against his chest ‘’My name is Hoseok!’’ putting his hand out for a handshake ,’’Nice to meet you too!’’ Jihyo smiled, going for the handshake excitedly , ‘’I’m Jihyo’’ she said before glancing at me who was smiling awkwardly at nothing, ‘’..and this is my friend y/n !’’ , i gave a little hand wave before she looked back at him with a giggle,’’Oh, uhm.. I’m sorry if I disturbed you too, but we are looking for new members for our dance club! we have like zero in our club, but we need like ..five people, what do you say?’’ he asked with a chuckle ,’’We can participate , what do you think, y/n?’’ she asked turning her face to me with a small smile, ‘’I don’t know, I’m not good at dancing..’’ I said with a low tone, ‘’Don’t worry my friend I’m the captain of the dancing team, I can teach you!’’ he preached with his head tilting, ‘’No,I mean..I just.. I do not feel like dancing ‘’ I said avoiding eye contact..

I know I hated to talk to boys, but his kindness and his smile got me into the hole of shame, I didn’t know how to react or talk, Maybe it is the first time meeting some guy nice like him, I was in between shy and shocked, I really hoped no one was looking at me and at my cold behavior, couple of seconds have passed by and all students were hurrying to the cafeteria , ‘’Hey, maybe we can both think about it later?” Jihyo finally released her words, “Of course, no problem!’’ Hoseok’s words woke me up from my internal silence and waved back at us while directing to the cafeteria which we went to quickly,the cafeteria was wide and fresh, large tables surrounded by colorful chairs, the smell of bacon and cheese was weaving across the place, everyone was having their lunch, some were eating and gossiping and some were preparing their papers, we finally found our table which my girls chose for lunch,”Looks like you two lost, but.. just forget it” Jeongyeon sighed before she took a sip of her coffee, “Hey,don’t tell anyone,but here is your lunch I’ve packed for you!” Nayeon hissed as she passed Jihyo’s lunch behind her right arm wanting to hide it, in order not to be realized by others but only her, “What?” Jihyo replied in confusion, Nayeon leaned closer to Jihyo so she could whisper in her ear “You know they love to steal some bites from each other..’’ she smirked, “Nayeon,you are making her think dirty-..” Mina cut Nayeon’s words, “..each others’ lunches “ Nayeon raised her voice a little, plus giving Mina a smirk and a dark glare, Jihyo rolled her eyes in exhaust returning them to look at me lowering my face down in shame eating my toast in silence, swallowing hard, “Do you want a drink, babe?” she asked me quietly, I nodded my head ’no’ before she patted on my back and rubbed it in circles which could warm me, she got closer and rested her cheek against my shoulder, I thought she was going to chit chat with me about the club dance thing, but no, she didn’t make a big deal out of it, ‘’You still sad ?’’ she whispered next to me, ‘’What ? no, I’m not,..shame on me.’’ I mumbled, ‘’No, why?’’, ‘’It’s just ..I shouldn’t have treated him like this cold.’’ , ‘’But you were so nice, with little fact that you couldn’t put on a smile, I can consider your words were just normal.’’ , ‘’I just thought I embarassed someone..’’ ,‘’No, sweetie, it’s fine, although this is the first time i see you treat some guy like this...quiet’’ she got her last words before Kitty startled me with her voice again, as she hissed my name behind me, Jihyo didn’t notice her, but it was me who did anyways, we both shook in surprise, feeling annoyed at what she did, ‘’MORGA, GOOD NEWS !!’’

#fanfiction #fic #fluff #slight comedy #my series #twice #nayeon #jeongyeon #momo #sana #jihyo #mina #dahyun #chaeyoung #tzuyu #kpop #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #j-hope #hoseok #y/n #crush #high school

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of-theatre-and-fandoms · 6 years

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Talking to the Moon (Kaimaki)

Maki Harukawa was not crazy. Sure, people may have seen her as such for one reason, and one reason only. She talked to the moon. But you see, she had a perfectly good reason for doing so.

Her husband of about three years, Kaito Momota, had contracted some sort of fatal disease, slowly killing him from the inside out. One night, it had gotten especially worse and with that, she had rushed him to the hospital.

She sat with him all night, watching him cough up blood with a pained expression on his face. However, through it all he smiled, though it wasn’t one of his big genuine ones. This one barely even registered as a smile at all really. She knew he was trying for her sake, to get her to not worry so much, but they both knew that was failing miserably.

“H-Hey, Maki, don’t worry about me.. I’ll be fine, promise..!”

Maki had given him a small frown. “Don’t promise things like that.. Especially now. You know you.. You know you can’t promise you’ll be fine..”

“Ah.. I know just.. I guess I’m trying to reassure myself as much as I’m trying to reassure you..” He sighed and forced himself to sit up a bit, patting the small space in the small hospital bed. “Come here..”

“What? But there’s hardly any room—“

“I don’t really give a shit right now Maki Roll.. I want to hold my wife, whats the problem?” Kaito raised an eyebrow, almost in a challenging way. “Would you deny a man the pleasure of being able to hold his wife?”

Maki sighed and climbed onto the bed, snuggling up to him. “Dammit.. I love you Momota..”

He chuckled and held her tightly, trying to hold back a cough so he could at least get the words out. “I love you too Maki.. More than words can even describe.”

“You’re very solemn when you’re dying..” She nudged him, trying to joke around. “You usually would’ve said that in a happier tone..”

“Heh, well, at the moment I don’t really feel like I can be excited.. But I am happy, because I married the most amazing, most beautiful woman in the entire world..” He smiled and kissed her cheek, turning away quickly to cough up some more blood into the bucket on his other side. Kaito could feel that his end was drawing near, and he had the feeling that Maki knew it was coming too. But.. It couldn’t.. Not yet. There were so many things that he wanted to do, especially with Maki. His time couldn’t be here so soon.

Meanwhile, she held his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. Though she tried to put at least a fake smile on her face, there were tears threatening to spill down her cheeks at any moment. She never cried, and when she did it had to be something really horrible to make her do so. She was pretty sure this qualified.

———

Maki hadn’t wanted to doze off, but she must have, and when she woke up, the sun was shining in through the small hospital room’s window. She looked down at Kaito, whose eyes were closed and who was.. Still..

“Kaito.. Kaito wake up..” She frowned, shaking him a bit. She gave a sigh of relief when he opened his eyes, but only slightly.

“Hey.. Maki..” He sighed and gripped her hand weakly, his breaths getting shallower. “I love you.. To the moon and back..”

“Momota what are you doing.. Kaito..” She bit her lip, the tears awfully close to spilling as she watched her husband slowly slip away. “Kaito..!”

“Love you Maki Roll..” He sighed, his grip on her hand loosening as his body went limp, and shortly after she heard his monitors going crazy. She was scrambled out of bed as doctors and nurses rushed in, but everything after that was a blur. All she remembered was the doctor pronouncing him dead, though they had done all they could to revive him, it was too late.

And that’s when her world shattered.

———

The funeral was small, it only consisted of their group of friends for the most part. Her and Kaito’s close friend, Shuichi Saihara, stayed close to her side during the whole service, because she wouldn’t admit it, but she needed someone by her side right now. Kaede Akamatsu, his girlfriend, was right there on her other side too, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

Afterwards, when everyone was over at the house, they still stuck by her side like glue. Everyone was giving her sympathetic looks and everyone was giving her hugs or reassuring pats on the back. She hated sympathy and pity, and while she knew they were all trying to be nice, it didn’t mean she liked it. She hated feeling weak, and she hated feeling vulnerable, but maybe.. Just for today, she could allow herself to feel like this.

Later, after everyone had left, (She practically had to kick out Shuichi and Kaede), she wasn’t quite sure what to do. After all, she lived here by herself now. It was weird to think about, but here she was, standing in the foyer of the house, surrounded by the silence.

She wandered around the house for a bit, still unsure of what to do. She tried watching tv, but she couldn’t really focus on it or anything that was going on on the show that currently playing. She tried to eat something, but she merely picked at the sandwich she had made herself, only managing to take a few bites of it before putting it in a container to put in the refrigerator. What? She wasn’t about to waste food.

Eventually she just decided to go lay down, maybe at least attempt to get some sleep. She meandered upstairs and stood in the doorway of the master bedroom, taking a deep breath before entering. She looked around at the pictures of the two of them on the wall, and a photo of him on her nightstand. She picked it up and held it close to her chest, the tears that she had been holding back since the funeral, finally spilled out.

Maki sobbed for a good while, she didn’t keep track of how long she cried, but eventually she calmed down. She looked on the door handle of the closet, seeing his jacket hanging there. Freshly clean, she took it off the hangar and wrapped it around herself, breathing in the scent of him. It was way too big on her, but that was to be expected obviously, and that was her favorite part about it.

She would’ve gone to go lay down again, but at that exact moment the moonlight came shining right through the window and onto her. She looked out the window and looked at the moon, smiling a bit. She and Kaito would sometimes sit and stare at the moon, and he would tell her about the different phases, and she would listen with a fond smile on her face. Good times..

With a sigh, she sat by the window and stared out at the moon, closing her eyes. Was she crazy for what she was about to do? Maybe a little, but maybe this would help keep her sane. So she took a deep breath, and started talking as if she was talking to Kaito himself.

“Hi.. This feels really stupid, but I’m just going to keep telling myself that I’m talking to you.. Even though you’re gone..” She sighed and hugged her arms tightly, beginning to cry again. “Y-You’re gone.. God, I miss you so much.. The funeral was so hard Momota, I don’t think you get it.. Then again, you can’t even hear me, and I’m talking to the moon.. I’m fucking insane.”

Though, despite her thinking it was crazy, she didn’t stop, and this went on for at least a couple more weeks. She’d just sit and talk to the moon. She’d by lying if she said it didn’t help a little, because it did, in a way it gave her a little closure.

One night, Kaede and Shuichi stayed over, because earlier in the day they had been helping her clean out the closet of Kaito’s stuff. They promised not to throw everything out, but then again what would she do with all his stuff?

“I’ll figure it out, just put it in the basement or the attic. Just don’t throw it out.” She had given them both a scary look after saying it, so they figured it was safer to just do as she said.

Later, after they had all sat down for dinner and cleaned up, Kaede sent Maki up to bed because it looked like she hadn’t been getting enough sleep (not technically a lie), so Maki complied.

A while later, after Kaede and Shuichi were settled in the guest room and getting ready for bed, they both heard Maki’s voice from down the hall. Confused, they both went to go and see if she was okay. Who could she be talking to? Was she on the phone? Perhaps she was talking to herself?

Well.. They weren’t too far off from the last one, the door was cracked open and when they looked in, they found her sitting at the window, talking to the moon..? They were tempted to go in, but Shuichi suggested that it’d be best to just.. Leave her be, she was grieving and maybe this was her way of coping.

Even so, this continued on for years and years after his death. Everyone told her that it was time to move on, that this thing with talking to the moon was getting to be too much. He was gone and she needed to accept it.

Though, through all the negativity and the people telling her to stop, this was her way of feeling close to him, and she didn’t have any plans to stop anytime soon.

And this was why Maki talked to the moon. Because whenever she did, it was almost as if Kaito was talking back to her.. Almost..

(Hope y’all like angst :) oh, and this is also based off the song Talking to the Moon by Bruno Mars, go give it a listen 👌)

#danganronpa v3 #drv3 #kaito momota #maki harukawa #kaimaki #kaede akamatsu #shuichi saihara #angst #Tay writes stuff

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a short hogwarts AU as prompted by @acuriosityinajunkyard. (she also requested brotzly & farana, which works great for me. also, in order to be able to include amanda, her & todd’s age difference has to be smaller than it is canonically. I’d say everyone else are last years & amanda is like a 3rd year.)

hope this is okay!

The audience roared as the young players swooped through the sky on their brooms. Quidditch game days were one of the most exciting on school grounds. Days before the games were filled with excitement, school spirit and house pride. The days of the games were about triple on all of those.

Most of the school was watching the teams compete once again and the air was filled with loud cheers. Loudest of them all being the ones coming from one Tina Tevetino. “YES FARAH! GO GET ‘EM GIRL! YOU’RE SO GETTING LAID TONIGHT!” She screamed as her girlfriend, Farah, scored again for Gryffindor.

Todd laughed awkwardly at Tina’s overenthusiastic and slightly inappropriate cheers. He was used to Tina’s lack of filter in every and all situations, having been friends with her since their fifth year at Hogwarts. However, not all the audience members seated near them were and kept glancing at Tina, who was not discouraged even a little bit by the looks. “She’s gonna kill you, you know!” Todd raised his voice over the noisy crowd. Todd knew Farah would scold Tina if she heard some of the cheers she’d come up with. “No she ain’t, she loves me! YES FARAH! THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND!” Tina screamed back and quickly got distracted by Farah flying past their section of the audience. Todd laughed.

He had never been big on PDA or announcing his feelings for, well, anyone, and Farah was similar to him in that sense. Of course, having fallen in love with Tina, who had no problem letting people know how she felt and what she thought, had changed things a bit. Todd could tell by the blush on Farah’s face when Tina declared her love and other, ahem, intimate feelings towards her, that her feelings about the gestures weren’t all negative. Todd sympathized with Farah. Being in love changed people…

Todd looked around the audience, suddenly remembering that his sister was supposed to be there already. “Tina! Do you have any idea where Amanda is?” Todd asked, getting a bit worried about his little sister.

“Oh, yeah, I saw her at the common room. She told me to tell Farah sorry she couldn’t make it. She’s got plans with the Rowdies.” Tina replied without taking her eyes off the game.

Todd’s mouth flew open. “Rowdies? You mean the butch 6th and 7th year Gryffindors?” He asked.

“Yeah!” Tina replied.

“Why the hell is Amanda hanging out with them! She’s a 3rd year!” Todd squeaked.

Tina laughed. “Yeah. A 3rd year that could kick the Rowdies’ and your ass any time of the day. With a wand or her fists. You heard about her giving Friedkin a bloody nose, didn’t you?” Tina said.

Todd sighed, less than thrilled about that particular occurrence. “Yeah. Sure did.” He said.

“So, don’t get your panties in a twist. She’s one tough chick.” Tina said, finally turning to look at Todd.

Todd rolled his eyes. “You Gryffindors… There’s a fine line between brave and stupid, you know?” Todd remarked.

Tina punched him in the arm. “You shut your Slytherin mouth!” She laughed. Todd laughed too.

For some, their friend group was strange. Three Gryffindors, A Slytherin and a Hufflepuff. A lot of people made their closest friends within their houses, so their little group was special. But weirdest of all was Todd’s presence in the group.

In his first years at Hogwarts Todd had been… Well, he had been an asshole. He’d made friends with a few boys from his house, whose favorite past time was picking on others and making trouble wherever they went. Todd still felt his heart get heavier when he thought about his first four years at Hogwarts and how he had acted. Back then, he wouldn’t have even interacted with kids from other houses. Then, on his 5th year, Amanda came to Hogwarts. She was sorted into Gryffindor, quite rightfully so, and was absolutely disgusted with how her brother and his ‘friends’ were acting. She refused to talk to him for weeks. That was when Todd realized he had to change his ways.

He cut the so called friends out of his life and basically begged for Amanda to forgive him. He apologized to anyone he’d offended before and tried to be nice to everyone he came across. Amanda eventually stopped her silent treatment, but she still didn’t let him off the hook easily. He still had to work on being a better person, all his motivation coming from his little sister.

That is, until he went and fell in love with the eccentric Hufflepuff.

In his 6th year, he’d ended up in a class with Dirk Gently, who he’d only ever previously known as the weird Hufflepuff boy. True to his word, Todd tried to be nice when he interacted with Dirk, which seemed to encourage him to talk to Todd every chance he got. Which was often. Sometime during that semester, Todd found himself not repressing eye rolls around Dirk anymore, but repressing smiles and blushes. Neither of them went home on Christmas break that year (Todd was behind on school work and Dirk didn’t have a great family life) and they really mostly spent time together. They’d been together ever since.

Everyone that had known Todd before his 5th year would stare at them holding hands in the hallways and making eyes at each other. Todd Brotzman with a Hufflepuff? Todd Brotzman with Dirk Gently of all people? But for the first time in years, Todd felt content. He had Dirk, and he had his sister back.

Amanda loved Dirk. Todd was pretty sure a big part of her letting Todd back into her life properly was because of Dirk and his influence on Todd. Amanda introduced Todd (and Dirk by extension) to Farah and Tina since they were in the same house and so their little group was formed. Amanda, being 13 now, wanted some space for herself, so she had her own friends as well, but she still made sure to see her brother every once in a while. Todd understood. She no longer avoided him, this was just a normal preteen independence thing.

Todd had gone from a bully, who really didn’t enjoy anything in his life, to a guy who’d do anything for his sister, his boyfriend and his friends. Thanks to Dirk, Todd had gotten better with school and had started planning his future. Todd smiled as he reminisced on the people he cared about most and how they’d changed his life.

As if she could read his mind, Tina spoke up. “Where’s your badger?” She asked. Todd rolled his eyes. Dirk being the only Hufflepuff in their friend group, Tina loved to make jokes. One of her classics being calling Dirk ‘badger’ and especially ‘Todd’s badger’, since she’d really gotten to know Dirk through Todd. Todd had told her to lay off the jokes, but since Dirk himself didn’t mind, they didn’t seem to be stopping.

“He said he’d be here.” Todd replied, looking around the rows of seats filled with excited people. Then, as if on cue, he spotted a familiar grin and blue eyes.

“Todd!” Dirk’s excited voice carried through over the cheers.

“Hey Dirk!” Todd replied as Dirk made his way to them.

“Sup badger?” Tina said.

“I’m wonderful, thank you for asking!” Dirk replied and sat down next to Todd, leaning in to place a quick kiss on Todd’s lips.

Todd smiled against Dirk’s lips. “I missed you.” He said, quietly enough that only Dirk could hear him.

Dirk grinned. “I missed you too.” He said not at all as quietly as Todd and leaned in for another kiss.

“Y’all are sickeningly sweet.” Tina said and turned towards the game again.

Todd blushed but Dirk seemed unfazed.

“How’s the game?” Dirk asked.

“We’re winning!” Tina squealed.

“I’m happy for you!” Dirk replied. Gryffindor were playing against Ravenclaw, so it was easy for everyone to support Farah and Tina’s house. Though, Dirk would of course be happy for his friends even if they were playing against his house.

After the game, Todd, Dirk, Tina, Farah and Amanda who had joined them to celebrate Gryffindor’s victory, sat around the courtyard. The air was chilly, but surprisingly warm at this point of the fall. They all sat down on the grass and talked in loud, excited voices.

“And when you did that- that thing with the thing!” Tina, with her arm around her girlfriend, excitedly explained her favorite moments of the game to Farah, who blushed at all the compliments.

“You really were magnificent!” Dirk chimed in from his position on the ground, sitting between Todd’s legs and leaning against his chest. Todd started to lose feeling in his arms which were holding both him and Dirk up, but he would rather not feel any of his limbs than have to tell Dirk to move.

“Isn’t my girlfriend the coolest!” Tina exclaimed and Farah closed her eyes. “Tina…” She whined and then changed the subject. “Where were you for the first half of the game, Dirk?”

“Oh, turns out my hunch was right: I figured out who stole the ingredients from the potions class so I went to talk to the headmaster.” Dirk explained. “He was very grateful.”

Todd looked down at his boyfriend. “You figured it out?” He asked.

“Yes. It made quite a lot of sense once I had all the information.” Dirk replied, looking up at Todd.

Todd smiled. “I’m so proud of you.” He said.

Dirk blushed. “Thank you, Todd.”

Amanda groaned. “One day I’m gonna have a boyfriend or a girlfriend and I won’t have to be the goddamn fifth wheel with you people anymore.”

if you have any fic ideas, please send me prompts! I’d love to write them. my inbox is open! x

#dghda #dirk gently #fan fiction #hogwarts au #fic prompt #brotzly #farana #otp #todd brotzman #amanda brotzman #tina tevetino #farah black #faves #squad #send me prompts #i've never written a hogwarts au before yikes #fluff #protecticarus

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withlovecb · 6 years

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Marriage Talk Pt. II - What The Men Are Saying

Hey guys!

Seems like Wednesdays come around faster than ever, lol.

Any who, let’s get down to blog business. Usually, after I write all my posts, I have a phone conversation with my mom. Anyone who knows us, knows that she is really my best friend, but also another great writer. Her opinion really matters to me. I ask her over and over again, “So, mom. You liked it? Did you really like it or are you just saying that?” I really harass her when it comes to the pieces that I write. But as I’m having this discussion with her about my previous blog post, I couldn’t help but hear my dad’s voice in the background. Couldn’t really make out everything that he was saying, but it sounded pretty extensive. So, I asked my mom, “What’s Dad saying?” He’s usually always talking junk. I was praying though, that the ‘junk’ that he usually spews had nothing to do with my previous blog post. Whenever my dad forms an opinion about something that I’ve created and it’s a negative critique, I really get into my feelings lol. No, I mean like crying and all y’all lol. I don’t know what it is. However, the ‘junk’ talk was actually no junk at all, but rather an opinion. My dad actually loved my ‘Marriage Talk’ piece and thought that it’d be an even BETTER idea to get the men’s side of the issue. I honestly couldn’t have agreed more. So, here it is. Marriage Talk Part II – What The Men Had to Say!

As I’m riding in the car with my boyfriend, driving back to our home town, I’m telling him how opinionated my father was on this topic. He told me that I should include men and not assume that all my readers are women. I agreed. So, I raised this question to the men, lol, even my very young men. I wanted to really see the generational difference in responses between the younger and the older. Alright guys, here goes nothing. So men, tell me... Do you think the engagement ring is necessary in order to seal the deal in a marriage proposal? Why or why not?

Dyshell P., 25 – “Necessary? Negatory. I feel like the ring is more so for others to see. In my opinion, what’s the difference between me kneeling down asking for your hand in marriage with a ring vs. giving my word? It’s between the two people in the actual situation, technically speaking. The engagement ring does not solidify anything.” (He requested this picture be alongside his response).

My face after his request:

Lol, but let’s continue. My father has been patiently waiting for his time to shine so ... here you go dad.

Preme B., 52 – “No, the engagement ring does not seal the deal for the proposal. However, if both persons’ finances are in order, credit is good and all your ducks are in a row, by all means, buy the ring. But if your finances and priorities aren’t situated then in the end, all you’ll have is that ring. What would be the sense to buy a ring if you can’t afford it? You’re portraying an image that’s not reality. Look at it this way, you use your credit to buy a ring because your money not right, all this does is become another bill. For what? I’d rather build on something of more value than an engagement ring. Focus on the bigger picture and the bigger goal like buying a house. For example, if I went outside and made you a wooden ring and asked you would you marry me and you look at me like I got two f—kin’ heads, then you’ve missed the total concept. A ring, in my opinion, doesn’t prove real love. It’s just a materialistic, adopted culture that many women have become so desperate to be a part of. Back in the day, you created your own ceremonies where people laughed and had good times. These days, what’s that show? Bridezilla? You see how all the women are usually angry and everyone is so stressed out? It’s because everything has become so materialistic. A ring means absolutely nothing. It’s just something for the perception of someone else and a good business deal for the stores. To be honest, what good is a ring if your priorities are f—ked up? Bottom line, if you can afford the ring and you’re in good financial standings, by all means, do you. But is it necessary? No. Build your future first. Let’s get sh-t in order so we can have sh-t.”

Jerome R., 32 – “In a way, I PERSONALLY don’t think its quote on quote necessary but the way in which we were ALL taught or should I say brainwashed to believe from society is that YES in order to propose to someone you MUST have a ring. But I say this, if I DON’T have a ring, does that mean the love we have for one another and your thoughts of possibly wanting to get married goes away if I don’t propose to you with a ring? See that’s important to think about because we get so caught up in the materialistic ‘stuff’ that we forget what’s really important . What’s important isn’t the ring, that sh-t is just for show for her to brag to her girlfriends and family. The important thing is the love that we have for one another that ultimately got us to the point that we even had a thought of wanting to get married in the FIRST place. So I say, no, it’s not necessary but many will probably disagree because like I said before, everyone is so programmed to believe that in order to propose one MUST have a ring that they can’t think outside of that.”

Kwame B., 19 - “Nah. The engagement ring isn’t necessary. If I got down on one knee and asked my girl to marry me, the emotion is still going to be the same. With or without the ring. The message is still the same.”

Keith T., 52 – “No. A ring is not necessary. A ring is to let everyone outside the couple know that they are in a relationship. The biggest/ highest compliment a man can give a woman is to ask her to marry him. No paper or ring can change that. When you’re committed to someone, it’s in your heart not on your finger.”

Johnathan B., 25 – “Hey Tay, lmao, wah gwan? But nah, I don’t think the ring HAS to be the necessary item. It could be a house or a sentimental gift… something like that and then you get the actual ring on wedding day.”

Devon A., 26 – “Hmmm, that’s iffy! Well according to society, the ring is what really seals the deal. I wouldn’t care to be honest but if you’re going to announce it on Instagram, etc. etc. every one’s going to be like, “Where’s the ring?” with their big ass eyes.”

Michael C., 26 – “I don’t think it’s necessarily needed to seal a marriage proposal because as a man, your word is supposed to be your bond and you shouldn’t need a ring as reassurance that your spouse isn’t bullshitting. But the whole proposing with a ring thing has been done for so many years that it would look abnormal to someone to propose without it."

Aaron T., 48 – “Unless you can’t afford the ring, yes, I do think the ring is necessary. To me, it shows the seriousness in wanting a commitment.”

Vincent S., 27 – “No, I don’t think so. The engagement ring is just something of symbolic meaning. I honestly think it’s a mean of spending more money for the economy. The fact that people equate a diamond to love is nearly stupid. Love is love, you shouldn’t need a materialistic thing to prove whether or not the deal is sealed for marriage.”

Amir S., 19 – “I think the engagement ring is an important piece to let your lady know it’s real.”

Anthony W., 26 – “No, I do not think an engagement ring is important. Depending on the financial status of the gentleman, he may not be able to afford a ring at the moment and love is something you can’t put a price on. As a woman, if you have no doubts in your mind that you and your significant other are in love, then there shouldn’t be any question. But if the brotha just being cheap, let him goooooo sis!!! Lol. (Sidebar: Please note readers that Anthony was joking with his last statement. He wanted me to make sure that I added the ‘lol’, haha! I’m telling you, interviewing the guys was hilarious!)

Tysean T., 22 – “I think, not just because I’m not a material kind of person and we both know that the ring you want will cost damn near what the wedding cost, if you and I both know we love each other and we know we want to marry each other, you will eventually get the ring. The proposal doesn’t become less official because the ring isn’t present.”

Keith T., 27 – “Nah because marriage is a covenant under God and Christ! Material shouldn’t matter! It’s really to let others know like “Yo, this one right here is mine, she spoken for” but between the two people in the relationship, no.”

Isiah B., 25 – “Yes. Because it puts a title on your property as a man. It’s almost like a dog pissing on a tree to label it as their spot. So we put rings on our lady finger to make it known that she belongs to one. Sometimes, material objects are the best way to get a point across. It’s so deep and so traditional that there’s no turning back.”

Leonard C., 26 – “I do not believe the ring is a necessity. It is customary, but not mandatory. In some cultures it is almost non-existent and unheard of. One of my previous employees got engaged to a wealthy man and did not receive a ring because it was not customary in their culture. In our culture, the proposal represents a promise between two people to commit to each other and then wed, making a covenant with God. The engagement ring is a sign to the masses/public that the woman has accepted the man’s proposal to make a lifelong covenant. Therefore, she is almost permanently, unavailable. It is also, a symbol to the man and woman of their love and commitment to each other.

Eventually, they will both receive wedding rings which are to be worn on the only finger that has a vein that connects directly to the heart. This simply symbolizes how deep their love runs for each other.

I’ve recently met men (in different scenarios) who were clearly committed to their wives but didn’t necessarily wear a wedding ring. The ring isn’t the commitment. It is not the element of love itself. It is simply a symbol.

Suppose the woman does not have a hand? Is she automatically disqualified from engagement eligibility? Of course not! Nick Vujicic is a powerful motivational speaker and leader who is happily married with two children. However, he is totally unable to wear or present a wedding ring. He is quadriplegic.

As I said, the engagement ring is not mandatory, only customary. I intend to follow the custom.”

Well. You heard the men. They have spoken.

I always love the variance in responses and again, I am just as shocked with these responses as I was for the women. Honestly, after careful observation of all the answers I’ve received from doing this Q&A, lol, I have to agree with the fact that no, the engagement ring is not necessary to seal the deal. My boyfriend and I are both still young with goals that we’d like to achieve. Saving our money, clearing our debt, buying a home. So, how could I say “No” to a man who craves the idea of me being his wife, but would rather put his money into a better future for us? I feel like the commitment is already in the mere act of the man’s proposal, not the engagement ring.

So, as this topic comes to an end, I will close this post with a sincere THANK YOU to everyone who participated in my Q&A. Literally, answering my mass texts at 9 o’clock in the morning, lol. Gotta thank my boyfriend too for all of his help. Staying up late night helping me with editing and getting responses as well. You were great babe, Netflix and chill? *winks* ... No, but seriously, I thank all of you who really support my writing and my craziness on Wednesday nights or whenever you have the time to read my posts. It’s really motivation to keep this here going. Thank you all for bringing me back to my passion. I love each and every one of you!

Until next time.

Always, always love,

-CB.

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