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watchmegetobsessed · 3 months

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GOOD THINGS TAKE TIME

A/N: can't believe i actually wrote this, but yaay!! i did it!!

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SUMMARY: Harry has been in love with Y/N since forever. Unfortunately the plan he comes up with to win her over leads her to meet the man she eventually would get engaged to...

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“This is literally the worst plan I’ve ever heard.”

“No, it is brilliant!”

“Brilliantly stupid,” Niall retorts, staring at his best friend who is standing in front of the tiny mirror they managed to squeeze into their dorm room. Harry runs his fingers through his unruly curls, settling them in a messy, but organized way before grabbing his jacket and phone.

“Why would it be stupid? It will work out perfectly. These speed dating things never work, we will have a round with each other and I will prove that I’m the perfect guy for her! Easy!”

Niall can’t help but bark out a laugh from his bed.

“Yeah, that’s a cool fairytale, but have you thought of everything that could go wrong?”

“Nope, because nothing will go wrong. Don’t piss me off, I’m about to win over the girl I’ve been in love with my whole life. Why are you being so bitter?”

“I’m just… not sure this is the best way to do it,” Niall sighs.

“It’ll be fine. I have to go now. Wish me luck!”

And with that he is out of the small, cramped room.

Harry is quick to forget about Niall’s warning, in his mind, it’s the perfect plan. He begged Y/N to come to this speed dating event held on campus for a week before she finally agreed. He’s convinced there’ll be no one he should be worried about and he has thought about what it will be like when he will be sitting in front of her, how he will charm her and finally step over the lines of friendship and head towards something more.

It all played out well in his head.

He meets her by the café that’s the location of the event. She is already there, wearing a flowy dress with a denim jacket over, she is not too dolled up, but he can tell she spent quite some time in the bathroom probably before leaving.

She looks breathtaking.

“Hey there,” he smiles widely as he walks up to her. “Ready?”

“Not really,” she huffs out a short, nervous laugh.

“Come on, it will be fun!” he smirks, opening the door for her, catching the scent of her sweet perfume as she walks past him.

They come here often between lectures, now the tables are lined up straight, two chairs by each of them with notebooks and pens waiting to be used during the speedy rounds. There are a handful of people lingering around already and soon enough the place fills up and the event starts. Harry and Y/N end up sitting a couple of tables away from each other, so it will take about five rounds for them to meet. The host of the event explains how it works: every round is ten minutes long, either people get five minutes to tell the person across from them about themselves. At the end of a round they can exchange numbers and carry on with the event or they can decide to step out of the line and carry their conversation on.

Harry is confident as he waits for it to start, while Y/N seems nervous as she examines the men sitting in front of the line of women. The bell that signals the start and end of the rounds rings and everyone focuses on the person sitting across the table.

One round, two rounds, three rounds go by, Harry tries his best to focus on the girls he talks to, but he is just too excited to finally get to Y/N. She is now just one table away from him, only one more girl before he finally gets to take the chair in front of her.

The round ends and it’s time to move to the next table. Harry is collecting his notebook and pen when he sees two figures stand up from the corner of his eyes. He turns to his right and sees Y/N standing up from her table along with the guy she just talked to in the last round.

Harry’s stomach drops and his jaw hangs open for a moment as he watches the two of them move to a table on the side, she is laughing and the guy touches her arm as they exclude themselves from the rest of the daters.

Harry is frozen, panic settles in the pit of his stomach, then someone nudges him to move and he is forced to carry on while the table she was sitting at before is now awfully empty.

He was not expecting this. This was not part of his plan, he was supposed to be the one to sweep her off her feet, not some random guy. He forces himself to carry on with the rounds, but he can barely focus, he keeps looking back at Y/N, but she seems quite happy to be talking to the guy.

It feels like forever until there are no more rounds and everyone is free to chat with whoever caught their eyes. Harry is tempted to go over to Y/N, make the guy leave and claim her to be his. But all he can do is just watch as the girl he’s been in love with forever falls for someone else.

It’s his personal hell.

Hours go by and they are still talking, but Harry can’t watch it any longer. He sends her a text saying he’s gone back to the dorm and to text him when she is home as well. When he walks into his room Niall is about to ask how it went, but just one look on his face is enough to figure out the plan did not work.

He lies in bed wide awake for hours and then her text finally arrives.

Y/N: Back in the dorm :) thanks for asking me to come, it was awesome! I’ll tell you about Oscar tomorrow Xx

Oscar. Harry didn’t want to know who she chose over him, but now he had a name and even though he knew nothing about him, he hated the guy.

With a heavy heart he drops the phone to his night stand and stares at the wall until the Sun rises.

Harry has read over the menu at least five times by the time Y/N walks into the restaurant finally. It hasn’t been that long since the last time he saw her, he can still feel that stinging feeling in his chest every time he sees her he’s felt in the past years.

“Sorry, finding a parking spot was impossible,” she huffs as she reaches the table, he stands and they share a short, but tight hug.

“It’s fine,” he smiles.

“Have you ordered?” she asks, grabbing the menu Harry’s been staring at the last ten minutes.

“No, not yet.”

He watches her read through the menu, though they both know she will order the same thing she always gets, no matter where they eat. The waitress comes and takes their order and when she’s gone they are finally focusing on each other.

Meeting up has been harder since they finished college two years ago, even though they live in the same city. Harry has been working at a label the past year and Y/N secured a great position at a firm after graduation, so they both have been quite busy.

Especially Y/N, because her and Oscar moved in together after school was over. They’ve been dating for almost two years then, so it was a logical move, but it didn’t make it easier on Harry, who’s been silently suffering since that stupid speed dating event he will forever regret asking Y/N to go to, because her and Oscar have been together for almost four years now, happier than ever, twisting the knife in his chest every time he has to see her being happy with someone else.

“Ah, it’s been such a crazy week,” she sighs, leaning back in her seat.

“Want to rant about it?” Harry smiles at her softly.

“Well…” Her lips curl upwards as she takes a deep breath before peeking up at him. “It’s not really something I want to rant about, because… It’s quite good news.”

Harry is just about to ask her to elaborate when she holds up her hand in front of him and it takes him a couple of seconds to put the picture together. But when it finally sinks in, he almost throws up.

There’s a shiny diamond ring sitting on her ring finger and the cheesiest smile is stretched across her face behind it. She wiggles her fingers as Harry’s lips part while he silently fights for his life to hold his not too uplifting feelings and thoughts bottled up. He succeeds, because she doesn’t realize just how much he is struggling.

“It happened last weekend, I wanted to tell you right away, but I also wanted to tell you in person,” she enthuses, turning her hand so the ring is now facing her, the beaming smile should make Harry happy, but he can taste the awful bitterness again he’s been swallowing back for so long.

She goes on to tell him every detail about the proposal, how romantic it was, from what Harry hears it was just how she imagined, but he is still frozen in shock, his eyes glued to the diamond on her finger.

“So, now I’m a bride!” She finishes her speech, but as she looks at Harry her face falls. “Oh my God, I’m such an asshole!” She covers mouth and Harry’s stomach drops, thinking that his expression gave him away. “I’m telling you about my engagement when you are probably still not over the whole Wren thing.”

Wren? He almost asks her who Wren is, but he realizes that she is talking about the last girl he dated. Things ended a few weeks ago, but he already forgot about it, because it was the same as before. He couldn’t bear being with someone who wasn’t Y/N.

“Ah, no, no…” he manages to speak up finally, gulping harshly. “It’s fine. And… congrats!” The smile on his face would probably not fool her, but she is too lost in her pink clouds.

“Thank you! And there is one more thing. It will sound stupid,” she giggles, before continuing, “I don’t really have any girl best friends, I’ll have just a few bridesmaids, but… I want you to be my maid of honor?”

Harry is staring back at her with parted lips, her words playing in his mind on repeat.

“I know it sounds ridiculous, but Harry, you are my best friend and I want you there, by my side. So, what do you say?”

Blinking, he fights the part of him that wants to stand up and walk away. Because she is asking him to watch her marry someone from the front line, to assist her on her big day when he has imagined himself being the man she would one day walk down the aisle to. But now this image will be different and ruined forever, because she is marrying someone else.

For a moment he is back at the speed dating event. He thinks about how he should have just told her how he felt instead of that ridiculous plan that brought her together with Oscar. Maybe she would have rejected him, but at least he could say that he tried. Now he has to put up with the pain of his heart breaking over and over again, all because he couldn’t man up and tell her he’d been in love with her.

Exhaling slowly he licks his lips before nodding his head.

“Yeah. Sure. I’m happy to… I’m happy for you. I’ll be there for you.”

Harry had nothing against weddings. Up until it was the wedding of the woman he loved and he wasn’t the groom.

As Y/N’s man of honor he couldn’t exclude himself from the planning process. Choosing decoration, cake tasting…. dress shopping… he suffered through it all while he had to come to terms with his unpleasant fate.

Now it’s the night before the big day. The wedding is held in a botanical garden, there’s a small hotel connected to it, that’s where the guests are staying. It’s the perfect venue for the perfect wedding.

Y/N is in her suit with her bridesmaids while Harry is in his own room. His suit is hanging on the door of the closet next to his bed, haunting him about what he will have to witness tomorrow with a smile on his face. He already thought of ways to get himself out of it, but he knows there’s no excuse good enough to miss Y/N’s wedding.

His phone chimes on the nightstand with a text and when he looks at the screen Y/N’s name appears in the notification bar.

Y/N: come overrrr maid of honor!!

Then another text follows.

Y/N: we have champagne and I need my best friend here!!!

His thumbs linger over the keyboard, trying to come up with a reply, but then she keeps texting him, begging him to go over and he breaks. With a groan he puts on a hoodie and grabbing his keycard he heads down the hall to her suit.

What welcomes him there is exactly what he was expecting. It’s like a sleepover, the bridesmaids are drinking and dancing around, Y/N is wearing a cheap veil on her head that’s attached to a tiara, wearing matching PJ’s with the rest of the girls.

“Harry!” she beams when he is pulled into the suit by two girls, right into the middle of their little party.

Y/N runs across the room and hugs him, she almost loses her balance, but he catches and steadies her with an arm around her waist.

“How much champagne have you had?” he breathes out a short chuckle.

“Just a little,” she giggles. “Hey, I want to talk to you about something, come on.”

She takes his hand and pulls her into the bedroom, closing the door to have some privacy from the laughter and music outside. Her wedding dress is laid out on an armchair in the corner of the room, an open, pink suitcase by the bed, clothes flowing out of it. Her presence is all over the room and he wishes he could see these traces in his own home too.

He sits on the edge of the bed and watches her grab a lip balm from her bag. She applies it and then keeps it in her hands, playing, fidgeting with it.

“You seem worried,” he voices his thoughts.

“No, I’m…” She sighs, looking up at him. “It’s natural, right?”

“What is?”

“That… I’m scared.”

“Of marrying him?”

“No, just generally. It’s a big step,” she shrugs. “I always dreamed of my wedding and now it’s all happening, I’m just… I don’t know, I’ve been thinking a lot, but it’s all part of the ride, right?”

She is trying her best to sound calm and collected, but Harry knows her better than anyone and can see through the mask. He knows she is having doubts and though these thoughts could be normal, Y/N is never one to doubt her decisions, so her current fears are definitely raising his concerns.

And his hopes as well.

“How long have you been feeling like this?” Y/N just shrugs. “Did Oscar do something to make you question it all?”

“No,” she chuckles, but it’s more bitter than genuine. “He is amazing, really.”

The stinging feeling returns in Harry’s chest, but he just keeps listening to her.

“I just… I don’t know, sometimes I question if we were meant to be. It’s all been so easy and convenient and maybe it’s just all the books and movies, but I imagined… more.”

It’s like the tiniest light is now forcing its way through the dark, thick walls Harry has built up around him, a glimmer of hope that maybe he still has a chance to make it right, that he hasn’t missed his chance.

“Don’t marry him then,” he says, his heart hammering in his chest.

“What?” she chuckles.

“If you’re not sure, then don’t marry him.”

“Harry, I won’t call the wedding off. I love him.”

She turns away, but not before he could catch the look of doubt in her eyes, crystal clear, telling him this is the moment he missed all those years ago.

He stands up from the bed and there’s a second when he almost changes his mind, but he has to do it or he might lose his mind forever.

“I love you, Y/N.”

She stills, her back facing him.

“I love you too Harry,” she says. “You’re my best friend.”

“But I’m in love with you.”

She doesn’t answer for so long he starts to think she didn’t even hear him, but then she slowly turns around with an unreadable look on her face and he decides to continue.

“I’ve… been in love with you for so long, I don’t even remember what it’s like not to love you. I know it’s not ideal to tell you this right now, but I feel like if you’re questioning whether you should marry Oscar or not, it might… that maybe you’re…”

She’s still silent, just staring back at him, not giving away any emotion or thought.

“Y/N, you can still call it off. I-I will be by your side and if you want to try and—”

“Stop.”

“I know it’s scary, but I love you and I would do anything–”

“Harry, stop!” she raises her voice and it finally gets him to stop talking. Clenching his jaw he takes a step backwards.

Y/N exhales shakily, Harry is still unsure what she is thinking and the words are begging to keep bubbling from his mouth now that he started talking, but he swallows them down. Shaking her head she takes a step closer to him.

“You… Harry, I…” She is trying to find the words and Harry starts talking again, but he is cut off rather fast.

“I swear we–”

“You have the nerve to pour all of this onto me on the night before my wedding? Right after I tell you about my deepest fear?”

Now it’s clear to him. She is mad, her eyes are throwing flames, but he’s confused, this is not what he was expecting.

“Y/N, I just–”

“You just thought that choosing this vulnerable moment was the perfect timing to tell me you’ve been in love with me all this time?! What were you expecting, huh? That I would throw myself into your arms giggling and confess my love? Call my wedding off?”

“I-I’m… I don’t…”

“I can’t believe you! Get the hell out of here!” Turning around she wraps her arms around herself, breathing heavily. Harry reaches out and touches her shoulder, but she jerks away instantly. “Get out!” she screams. “And don’t even think about showing up tomorrow!”

Harry is in shock, denial, completely destroyed as he stares at the back of her head. He wants to beg for her to forgive him, to forget everything he said. He would rather suffer by her side than lose her, but he knows he has no choice now.

He walks over to the door, looks back one more time, but she is still turned away, her body shaking. He opens the door, the music floods into the room from outside and he walks out without a word.

He returns to his room, packs all of his stuff and under the shining stars, he drives away, barely seeing the road through his tears.

Anne’s backyard looks magical this time of the year. The blooming flowers, the bright green grass, it’s a beautiful scenery and Harry would love to bask in it normally, but now he is just blankly staring ahead of him.

It’s been a week since he confessed his love for Y/N at the worst possible moment and lost her forever. He has no idea who ended up being her maid of honor after his departure, he turned his phone off and hasn’t turned it on since. He would rather claw his eyes out than see all the wedding content from their mutual friends. He’s been hiding at his mum’s since then.

“Tea?” Anne’s chirpy voice asks from the sliding doors.

“No thank you,” he answers. Anne sighs and he hears her footsteps, but he doesn’t look her way.

“You know you can’t hide here forever, right?”

“If you want me out of here just tell me that.”

“You know I love having you here as long as you want, but you’ll have to face reality at one point.”

“I’m hiding for a bit more, thanks.”

Anne sighs again and Harry hopes she would just let him be, but also knows she likes to say what’s on her mind.

“You know she was mad at the timing and not your feelings, right?”

“Mum…”

“Y/N loves you, romantically or not, she loves you. She might have to get over how you chose the worst possible moment to tell her you love her, but she will come around. And when it happens, you better not still be a mess.”

The sliding doors close behind her and he is left alone with his thoughts again. He hates how right she is, but it still hurts.

Groaning he marches up to his room and digs his phone out from the depth of his suitcase. Turning it on the notifications start flooding in, texts, emails, voicemails, he is skipping most of them until his eyes catch one particular thing. Then another and he slowly starts to put the picture together and he fears he is about to have a heart attack.

The wedding never happened. Y/N didn’t marry Oscar.

He drops his phone as if it was on fire and starts packing right away. He needs to get to the bottom of this, he needs to know if it was because of his confession. Even if she screams and cusses him out, he needs to find answers. What’s the worst that could happen? He is already on the floor, there’s only up from here.

How is it that no one knows where she is?

Harry has been trying to track her down since he arrived back from the UK, going from one friend to the other, but no one knows where she’s been hiding since the catastrophic almost-wedding. Everyone is saying the same thing? she packed her stuff from the place she’d been sharing with Oscar, left and no one has seen her since. She just sent a few texts to her parents to let them know she’s alright, but that’s all.

“Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath as he heads back to his home, completely lost about where she could be.

He is trying to come up with other ideas as he is climbing the stairs up to his apartment. He slides the key into the lock, too deep in his thoughts to realize that it’s unlocked at first, but when he does, he freezes, then practically runs inside.

He spots the familiar pink suitcase first, then hears the footsteps and a few moments later Y/N appears down the hallway.

He is trying to find the right words, but nothing comes out his mouth as he is slowly walking closer to her.

“I still had your spare keys,” she says quietly. The anger he last saw from her is now gone, she looks so small and broken and all he wants to do is wrap her in his arms and never let her go. But he knows they need to talk first.

“Have you been here all along?”

“Yeah. I promise I didn’t read your diary.” She cracked a joke, but her weak laugh doesn’t fool him.

“It’s fine. How… How are you? I know you didn’t…”

“I didn’t marry Oscar? Yeah. And I feel like shit.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have told you then, I was an idiot, you were right. I chose the worst moment, used your vulnerability and tried to use it to my advantage. I am so sorry.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Of course I regret. My timing was incredibly awful and disrespectfu–”

“No, not the timing. That you… That you told me.”

He clenches his jaw, thinking of what to say, but he decides he needs to be honest with her and with himself as well.

“I don’t regret telling you. I’ve been keeping it a secret for a very long time and it needed to be said. I’m not expecting you to forgive me, let alone… consider giving me a chance, but I just want you to know that I never wanted to hurt you.”

“Was there any other moment when you wanted to tell me before?”

“The speed dating event,” he answers right away. “I had this ridiculous plan that you would find me the best match and I would… finally tell you how I’d been feeling. But then…”

“Oscar,” she breathes out.

“Yeah, Oscar happened,” he smiles bitterly.

She closes her eyes and he wishes he could read her mind, but he is just waiting patiently for her to process everything. Then she looks at him and finally starts talking.

“I thought you wanted to go there to pick up someone. I didn’t want to go, because I didn’t want to see you flirt with other girls.”

“What?” he whispers.

“I told myself I needed to get myself over you, because you’d never want me. Oscar was nice and funny, but… deep down I always kept comparing him to you. I hated myself for that, because he was so amazing, so caring and loving, but… not you.”

Tears start rolling down her cheeks and he can feel his throat closing up as well.

“I was so mad at you that night. You let me… go through with all that just to tell me you’ve always loved me the night before my wedding. I was angry and I felt like I was played with.”

“That was never my intention.”

“I know,” she nods. “When I calmed down I knew I couldn’t get married to Oscar. I went over to your room in the morning, but it was empty. I wanted to go after you, but I also needed some time to think.”

“And… where are you standing right now?” he asks as he walks over to her, but he’s still not touching her, giving her the chance to move back.

She never does.

“Do you still love me?”

“Y/N, I will never stop loving you.”

“Okay, good,” she breathes out. “Because love you too and if you–”

She doesn’t get to finish, he grabs her and kisses her like he should have all these years ago, like he wants to erase all the bad, the almost-wedding, the suffering, the miscommunication, nothing matters now that they finally met each other at the right time and place.

“Isn’t it funny?” she breathes out against his lips.

“What is?”

“That you wanted to tell me you love me at a speed dating event, but it took you the longest fucking time to actually confess. It was anything, but speedy.”

He can’t help but laugh, because she is right, it’s comical.

“Don’t they say good things take time?”

“Mhm, sure,” she grins, pulling him down for another kiss.

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tiredmamaissy · 1 month

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hey 👋

i think this is the longest i've been gone. i missed you all a lot. i've been writing this entire time, and wanted to finish the last (for now, it’s definitely not completed) two chapters of the ralak series before officially coming back. i didn't want to come back without some sort of peace offering (lol how could i come back empty handed?) and i don’t want to leave you guys hanging again, gotta give some sort of closure to this series!

i'm almost finished, but i felt like i needed to come on here and explain myself.

i've been really struggling with my mental lately. it's just been pretty bad, to be frank. and when i get like this, i find it extremely difficult to juggle all that life entails, and will typically neglect certain aspects of it just to get by. unfortunately, this, and my social life, have taken the biggest hit. i find it hard to keep in touch regularly with friends, and i end up just retreating into my shell. motivation becomes little, or nothing at all.

i don't want to go into too much detail, but i've found myself between a rock and a hard place. i don't feel like i have many options in my current situation. i feel trapped. i suppose i've felt this way for the past few years, but it's just been pretty bad recently. issy has been an escape for me. i created a ‘new’ identity, one that i could unapologetically be myself. no face to the name type of thing. i fell in love with pandora, yearning to go there. and suddenly, my ideal world--my ideal everything was at my fingertips.

when i first started, the feeling of regaining my identity after so many years was exhilarating. i put many, many things on the back burner to immerse myself into this feeling and this world. quicker meals, shorter showers, later bedtimes. i did any and everything to dedicate as much time as i could muster up to hold onto this new identity. i could feel myself becoming happier, slipping back into who i was before i lost her.

but life just happens. you know? it continued, and it did so ten-fold. it was one thing after the next, and soon my plate was so full that i had to take something off of it. i guess i'm used to choosing myself to neglect first, so i told myself i'd put this off until i could get through this and then come back. so i did, and i came back. then life happened again. so i left, and came back.

but this time around life hit me hard. i felt like i was playing a game on the hardest difficulty, with a half a life, no pauses, and no way to exit safely. i'm still playing that game, but i've realised that i should really try to make the most of it. so i've been writing in what time i have. it's been one of my biggest escapes and it makes me happy that i can share it, and see that others enjoy what my silly brain comes up with.

i'm ready to come back, but i'm honestly still really overwhelmed with life. i really, really don't want to disappoint anyone…and i can't promise that i won't leave again anytime soon. i never want to leave. and honestly, i don't think i'll ever really leave for good. i will forever love avatar, and all that it’s done for me for the past 14 years. i guess i’m just trying to say… thank you all for your patience and love.

okidoki, let me stop here while i can lol.

ill be posting the chapters as soon as i'm done with them, ofc. i love you guys!! i’m heading to bed and will try to clear out my inbox and dm’s asap

-issy 💜

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ofsappho · 10 months

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Summertime Sadness (part 1)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader

Second chance romance, heavy angst, hurt/very little comfort

Later’s better than never… right?

Ten years ago, Simon and you met at the same therapeutic boarding school. You fought, he said some shit, he left. He thought he’d never see you again.

Until one day, a hospital calls and informs him that you’ve listed him as your emergency contact.

(title from the song by Lana Del Rey)

Tags: mental illness, abuse, addiction, self harm, suicidality/suicidal ideation/suicide attempts, angsty shit in general, Ghost being very mean as a fucked up 17 year old boy

There’s an old battered flip phone he hides in the back of his locker wherever he’s deployed. Ghost doesn’t turn it on all that often. Everyone who knows the number is dead.

But sometimes he does, just to stare at the contacts and click through the photos and remember what it was like to talk to them.

Today is one of those days.

He can only take so much talk from his team about families, friends, dogs waiting back home, and pretty girls before feeling the urge to break things.

So he excuses himself to hide in the bathroom like a fucking pussy and takes the phone with him. Simon can pretend he’s waiting for his own phone call from people who love him for a few minutes. Then he promises himself that he’ll put it away and not touch it for another six months.

It takes forever to power on. It’s still janky from the last time Ghost threw it at a wall, it seems.

One (1) missed call.

…What?

They left a voicemail.

His fingers shake as he listens to it.

There’s a long, tinny beep. “Hi, Mr. Riley, I’m…” A woman says in a rushed, businesslike manner. “I’m one of the nurses at-“ Ghost hears a bustle of background noise; faint murmurs, emergency sirens, doors sliding open and shut. “…Hospital. I’m calling because a friend of yours,” The nurse says your name. A name he hasn’t thought about in years. “…Put you down as her emergency contact when we admitted her to our psychiatric inpatient ward. Unfortunately, she did not provide us with anyone else. Please give me a call back at this number if you’d like to speak with her.” Click.

Ghost starts packing an overnight bag before he even realizes it.

Then he’s on a plane.

TEN YEARS AGO

“I hate you.”

You’re crying as you run after him in the forest. He speeds up, trying to lose you in the trees. “Please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Simon. I’ll never bring it up again.” Snot covers your upper lip and your eyes are bright with tears.

He hates this fucking place. He hates this fucking school, the kilometers of wilderness separating him from his life because the fucking shrinks think he’s crazy. He hates you for trying to keep him here.

And just when Simon was about to fly the coop, you spilled the beans. “Leave me the fuck alone. Never, ever, ever talk to me again,” He barks, stopping abruptly and turning to loom over you.

When you reach for his hand, he slaps you away. “But you promised you wouldn’t leave-“ You end up on the ground, the pine needles biting into your bare knees as if Simon shoved you.

That makes him angrier. You’re too soft for a world like this. You’re practically begging for someone to hurt you again, someone like him, with your vulnerability and open, bleeding heart. Well, he’ll fucking oblige. You’re not strong like you think you are. You’re the weakest person he knows, and weakness is something Simon could never respect.

“I lied. I fucking lied, you dumb bitch. Didn’t you realize it?” Simon snarls, wishing desperately he’d never let you befriend him on his first day at this therapeutic program.

You're sunshine and innocence and friendship bracelets, the kind of girl who will always be a victim because this world devours little girls like you. Simon is nothing like you. Simon is a survivor. A warrior. Simon is steel where you are china.

Your American accent is almost as unbearable as your pathetic weeping. “…What?” Your bottom lip wobbles.

Hopefully this will teach you a lesson about tattling. Nobody likes a snitch. “Forever doesn’t fucking exist. You were the only tolerable person in this shithole, but that doesn’t mean I wanted to be friends forever. What are you, a fucking infant? God, you’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass.” If anything, Simon is letting you off easy. You told the counselor things Simon told you in confidence about his dad because you were ‘afraid for his safety.’

But you just don’t get it. Simon can’t spend another day here. And the longer he stays, the angrier his dad will get. You just earned him another week of shit and black eyes.

“Newsflash. People lie. Everyone’s been lying to you. Nobody likes you, not even your mum. And I can’t stand you. You were useful, but I don’t need you anymore. I’m better,” Simon hisses as cruelly as he can, using every blade in his arsenal to cut at the sensitive parts of you where he knows you’ll bleed. Just like you did when you told.

You’re only stuck in this place because your mum left you here. You don’t have anyone, not like he does. He has Tommy and his mum. He has a future. You’ve got absolutely fucking nothing.

“I was just trying to help.”

“I’m getting out of here. I don’t need your help. I’d tell you to keep it, but it wouldn’t even help you.” Simon pauses. You’ve stopped crying. Good. A crying fox is easy prey for the hunting dogs. “They won't believe you. And you wanna know why?” It feels good to be the hunter instead of the fox for once. You make excellent prey.

“‘Cause I told them the truth. That you’re an obsessed freak who’s hyper fixated on me and you’d do anything to keep me here. That you’re a sick, compulsive liar and that you’re the one who’s a danger to herself, not me.”

You fall silent. Finally, blessed silence. You look up at Simon with glazed eyes and a still tongue. He feels better. Good, even.

“Goodbye. I hope I never see you again,” Simon says flatly.

TODAY

You picked a good place to get yourself locked up in. This is one of the nicest hospitals Ghost has been in recently. Shiny floors, no dirt caking the walls. New York City puts Kabul and Moscow to shame.

He’s wearing a plain black balaclava. Nothing identifying or particularly memorable. This is going to be a short visit. Ghost will see what you want and then leave. That’s it.

You look tired, exhausted to the very bone.

None of the shiny pinkness that drew Ghost to you in the beginning when you were fifteen and he was seventeen. None of the glow, the round cheeks, the wide doe eyes.

There’s dark circles chiseled into your face, so dark he almost thinks they’re bruises. A couple of IV bags run through a drip hidden under bandages covering your arms from wrist to elbow. Your eyes are as quiet as you are. A couple of marbles would be more lively. You look almost like a doll forgotten in a corner.

The nurse gave Ghost the run-down as she guided him to your bed. Police picked you up on a bridge trying to off yourself. Your fifth time this year. Unless you show some real improvement, the doctors will recommend an indefinite hospitalization.

You’ve been busy in the decade of his absence. Multiple addictions, more attempts than he can count, and some small stints in jail. A list of disorders he wouldn’t know how to pronounce. And nobody left to call.

Is this his fault?

When Ghost rounds the corner, you smile like he should be proud of you. “You came,” You say.

I have absolutely no business starting a new fic. Absolutely none. Idk. I have brainrot. No clue when this will be updated. But here, have it.

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kiwioala · 5 months

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here’s a ton of discrepancies on the island now: ( i think a lot of these can be brushed off but Idk… )

when the island was cleaned up on the QSMP livestream, all of the halloween and día de los muertos decorations were missing, but now they’re back?

the original (burnt down) one is still located near favela, however, there is now a second big ben right outside of foolishs dragon that is in perfect condition

i haven’t seen anyone point this out yet but cucurucho left a book for forever on his desk a few days ago and now it's gone too.

the black concrete remains at the residents houses/personal areas, but is pretty much entirely cleaned up from the general areas like spawn. with a few exceptions being; a few blocks on the outside of NINHO, the museum, & the adoption center.

which, funnily enough, was almost exactly how it looked before the residents had left for purgatory (ik there was a TON of black concrete during the vegas trip but iirc it was pretty much almost entirely cleaned up.)

and just a reminder, this is what the island looked like 8 days ago:

and this is what it looked like 3 days ago:

onto stuff the eye said yesterday, we have:

“I would permit you to leave, but I must ask, do you desire to leave? I think your place is much better by at my side, you would thrive under my command. Consider it, but know this is the only time you will be given this opportunity (to leave).” To ElQuackity

“You want to return to your little island prison. Comparatively, I’m pretty nice to you all. I just tell you to suffer and let you go on your merry way.”

“You desire your eggs. Unfortunately for you, our games aren’t over yet. We will play just a couple more games for my enjoyment.”

“Congratulations on surviving purgatory, it was lovely having you here. In fact, it was so lovely that you should stay here. I remember catching some sentiments from some of you that you’d like to stay here— how about we make that happen?”

“An eternity in purgatory. An eternity as my plaything. That’s your fate— forever here.”

“Remember, the true end of purgatory rests solely in my hands. Safe travels, sinners. Enjoy the chaos.”

right after that, the screen saying “loading new games,” and “loading new disasters” appears before cutting out right as the new team announcements load. obviously this could be a teaser for the global event but, with the survival instinct event being announced, it could be for anything. plus there’s so many loose ends regarding purgatory too like, the cursed team and forever’s judas thing never happening and i’m sure the admins would’ve asked him to get online to do it seeing how much he apparently wanted to do it.

#qsmp #qsmp theory #?

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susie-dreemurr · 6 months

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Translating the “Property of Captain Cellbit” books, aka young Cellbit’s diaries, for English speakers. This was from, I think, 28/10/2023.

Translations of all the books are under the read more.

— Day 34 of exploring!!!

After a week carefully examining the dangerous territory denominated as the “Mystery Lands,” me, Captain Cellbit and my sister, Sargent Bagi, found the perfect place

For our base of operations!

A vegetal species of oak with a similar size to our inicial base (house). We believe that together we can make a headquarters for all the secrets that can be found on this “Land.”

Sargent Bagi says she wants to have a swing in one of the branches of the house. A fantastic idea! If we reach enough strength and high on the swing, we’ll get to see the whole terrain around us!

— Day 45 of exploring!!!

On future days, important achievements will be accomplished, where we will win against all our enemies, but before that, me and Bagi need to practice our defenses.

For this reason today we will start the “Special Training For Explorers!” With mama’s help I was able to build two wooden swords. Mommy didn’t let them be sharp, even through a lot of pleading, but I think this is enough for now!

We’ll practice a lot against each other until we’re ready!

— Day 46 of exploring!!!

Today I want to leave this entry here as a reminder on what to do in case something like this repeats.

On our training yesterday, an accident occurred, and Sargent Bagi was hit

With too much strength by my sword, so at the moment she’s mad at me. To be fair in this situation, she could have dodged better from my attacks, but I admit I may have been a tad too harsh on her. She refuses to look at me

And hasn’t been speaking with me since yesterday.

So today I’ll try to make her forgive me, because exploring The Mystery Lands isn’t the same without her. I tried, it wasn’t fun. I’ll do the biggest surprise for her.

I was able to get together all Bagi’s favorite flowers, all my candy, and I’ll give it all in a big present to apologize. I hope it works, I don’t wanna live with her ignoring me forever.

— Day 167 of exploring!!!

Today, great progress was made in the conquest of the Mystery Lands. Not only was our base completed, but it seems we’re finding out more and more of what surrounds us.

Strange creatures and secrets that seem to slip through our fingers, all around us. It’s like trying to look behind the curtain of a spectacle. I know there’s something bigger behind the show, I just need to look for it better.

I’ll make sure the investigation has a better place to be organized, now that we’re sure another big hole from our base’s floor won’t fall.

— Day 490 of exploring!!!

After observing the workers of the area a lot, I managed to figure out their patterns. They get out of a “tent” each morning, but there are way too many of them to live on a terrain so small.

Tomorrow I’ll investigate this to the best of my abilities.

Unfortunately Sargent Bagi won’t be able to come with me. Yesterday on our training she broke one of the vases mommy made, so she’s grounded until next week.

But this can’t wait. I’ll report everything I find there. She doesn’t know about my plan, I want it to be a surprise for when I come back and are able to show all that I could do without her knowing. It’ll be a great surprise that will cheer her up a lot.

— To Bagi

Bagi, I’m sorry. I can’t come back. I can’t bring you with me or try to warn you. I have to go.

If everything goes well, you’ll be able to find this and know everything. But don’t trust the workers. Don’t trust the cops, don’t trust anyone.

I saw everything inside, they were doing all this beneath our very feet… it’s horrible, Bagi. You don’t deserve this, I don’t want you to have to live with these guys. So meet me on the other side of this ocean Bagi. I’ll be going now, I don’t care if I have to swim until

luck, I’ll swim a few kilometers and stop at some other island and then swim again.

But I won’t come back. Never will I come back to this terrain.

#Cellbit #oibagi #qsmpblr #qsmp #gêmeos do mistério #qsmp translations #mine

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katsukismrs · 6 months

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i wish i were heather.

platonic!katsuki bakugou x reader

a/n: if you can’t tell i’m not in the best mental state rn💀 inspired by Heather by Conan Gray. this isn’t my best piece but meh

warnings: y/n ran away from home due to abusive family, was left out a lot by friends, bakugou’s sort of the exception???

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“You’re rich, Y/N! Literally if i were you, i’d be spending money everywhere!” Denki exclaimed in disappointment “And you don’t do anything with your money!”

“That’s called not being wise with money, Kaminari!” Ida disagreed wholeheartedly with Denki’s statement. “Y/N’s being completely reasonable with her money.”

Truth is, it isn’t that you can’t find a reason to spend your money, you donate to charity each month and take yourself and friends on shopping sprees. It’s just that the money feels.. empty. It has always been.

It was widely known that you spent the last years of your childhood and your first years of being a teenager in an orphanage, since you strongly disapproved of going back to that hell of a place your family calls home. You were 10 when you ran away from there, the day that marked your freedom.

But you can’t help but feel.. lonely.

Walking around in parks, malls, or any open space makes you see the life you can only dream of having. Children being pampered and loved by their parents can only make you feel like your skin doesn’t fit right over your bones, makes your legs eager to run somewhere far away to scream.

And unfortunately that has gotten to your UA classmates, too. Seeing Midoriya with his mother, seeing Bakugou with his parents, seeing everyone living the life you could never have. But they want to be you. It’s stupid to think about how they’ll trade a life full of security, love, support and happiness for having money and fame. but the grass on the other side is always greener, isn’t it?

There’s a side of you, that envies your classmates so much it could kill them, kill them for the life they potentially stole from you, but you know that isn’t the case and never will be.

And it isn’t with those in UA, either. But all your friends have something in common: they leave you, just like your parents did, just like everyone will.

Your friends left you for others, your best friends were never ‘forever’ as they say, and you hated that, and you hated yourself for it.

—

You sit in Katsuki’s dorm.

In silence.

With your thoughts. Disgusting, disgusting thoughts.

“I wish i were you, or anybody else.” You abruptly spoke.

“Hm?” He looked at you, perplexed. “What’d ya say?”

“i don’t want to be myself anymore.” you spoke.

“Who do you wanna be then? me?” He joked.

“I want to be anybody else but me.”

He turned to face you. “Because?”

“Everyone thinks i have it perfect because i have money.”

Katsuki stared at you, waiting for you to get to your point.

“But rectangular pieces of paper can’t love like a human can.” you spoke with a monotonous tone.

He waited for you to get to your point, staying silent.

I wish i were Jiro, who has supportive parents.

I wish i were Ochako, whom regardless of financial situation, her parents still love her anyways.

I wish i were Ida, whose brother adores him.

I wish i were Mina, who can make friends anywhere and everywhere.

I wish i were Kirishima, able to make friends stay.

I wish i were Shoto, whose father is trying to make up for the damage he caused him.

But all you can muster out is “I don’t want to be myself, i don’t want to be here as me, i want to be someone else, anybody.”

Katsuki looked at you. “You think you can have it your way every time in life, huh?” He laughed.

You looked up at him, tears threatening to fall as your throat begins tying itself into a knot.

Katsuki sighed “Listen, I’m not the type to come to for this verbal shit, but you’re pretty fuckin’ awesome as is.”

You didn’t believe him, you couldn’t believe him.

but maybe you could someday, but for now?

you wish you were Heather, or someone else who isn’t you.

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#bnha x reader #bakugou angst #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou #bakugou headcanons #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader angst #platonic #bakugou x y/n #bakugo angst #bakugou katsuki #bnha angst #free

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beatificwrites · 1 year

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—VALENTINE ##

pairing: joel miller x gn!reader

a/n: here’s a SUPER late valentine!! first joel fic!! i love tlou and pedro

WORD COUNT: 2.2K

CONTENT: established relationship!!

PREMISE: joel’s never rlly celebrated valentine’s day, especially since the outbreak, but after some convincing, he’s willing to make the day special just for reader

The advent of February meant that the famous romantic holiday was coming up and you were ecstatic. Pre-outbreak, you spent a few valentines by yourself and when you didn’t, none were up to your standards, unfortunately.

Not that you were expecting a dozen of bouquets along with a box of chocolate covered strawberries or any other form of love bombing. During those relationships, all you wanted was a simple day for you and your partner to relax and share meaningful gifts that you’d keep forever.

You had yet to find a person that could mean that much to you or provide that for you.

Post-outbreak, you didn’t have the time nor the energy to find such a thing. You moved around with a few groups and made friends, but that was it.

Until you moved to Jackson last year and met Joel.

Joel gave you a reason to push forward and to keep fighting against the end of the world.

You two found it difficult to warm up to each other at first, but within a few runs, things changed drastically.

Beyond the grump exterior, you discovered a man that was actually caring and protective. He could be hilarious at times with the puns he shared, which, you later found out were all stolen from Ellie.

Your relationship quickly moved from run buddies to two people who couldn’t keep away from each other.

Ellie caught on and she would constantly poke fun at you both; saying you two should basically just do it already.

Joel would look away awkwardly and tell her to shut it, meanwhile you would laugh and scold her for being so crass.

Now, almost a year of being together, you were so ready to spend this special day with him. Even if he thought the idea was silly.

“Honey, I appreciate you everyday. All my days with you are special.” Joel reasoned as he took his boots off by the front door.

He had just come back from talking to Tommy and Maria about something and you were on the couch reading a book you had picked up on your last run.

“Well, that doesn’t mean Valentine’s gets a free pass.” you said back, looking up from your book.

You have been trying to convince him for the past two days.

“Who even celebrates that anymore?” he asked with his brows furrowed.

He made his way over to you and gave your head a kiss before sitting down across from you. Your legs were stretched out before, so he placed them both on his lap.

You scoffed and spoke with a matter-of-factly tone, “Um, hello, couples still do! And didn’t you hear the council’s getting together to decorate the town?”

All he gave you was a “really?” kind of look.

You proceeded with, “even if it’s not that big of a deal anymore, we could still celebrate us, you know?”

“I would think about it, but Tommy and I got a run tomorrow.” he gave a long sigh.

You tossed your book aside and scoffed again, “you’re kidding! For what?”

“The community’s low on medicine.” he quickly said.

“They can’t send anybody else? I don’t know, somebody who isn’t as old and tired as you to go?” you questioned, genuinely concerned.

“Excuse me?” he squinted, not liking you bringing up the fact that he’s old.

“Oh my gosh, you know I’m right. Plus, you and I both know you need a damn break! They can’t just take advantage of you.”

“I’m Maria’s in-law, I should help out a bit.” he stated.

“By a bit, do you mean a whole lot?” you fired back.

“I can take care of myself.” he affirmed as he raised his tone.

“Then, you would know that you should stay home!” you suddenly yelled.

He moved to get up and though a little upset, he gently pushed your legs off.

“I’m leaving at dawn and goin’ on that run, end of discussion.” he asserted before disappearing upstairs.

It was your turn to let out a long sigh. He’s so stubborn.

You knew he didn’t like admitting he was getting there, partially because it most certainly meant that he couldn’t do as much as before.

You found it amusing, to be honest. Sure, the pandemic allowed him to stay fit through the ages, but it was catching up to him. You worry.

You figured it would be best to leave him be for bit, until he was ready to rethink about leaving tomorrow.

You sat up and began to think of what to get him. Joel might not want to do anything, but that wasn’t going stop you from getting him a little something. Just a small token of your appreciation.

You picked up your book and continued to read until you felt so tired that you couldn’t process the words on the pages anymore.

You sluggishly went up the stairs and saw his figure knocked out on your shared bed.

“Stinky.” you teased, groggily as you realized he didn’t even wash up.

You did though, before heading to bed and falling asleep right next to him.

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You woke up as you heard the rooster sing. Your eyes were still shut as you patted the bed next to you to check for Joel. Not there, hmph.

Your eyes fluttered as they adjusted to the bright, morning sun. You stretched out and yawned before hopping out of bed and starting the day.

After brushing your teeth, you made your way downstairs and saw the yellow note Joel left on the coffee table.

‘be home before nightfall’ it read.

You tossed the note aside and got started on breakfast. Ellie always stopped by for a bite.

As you took out the necessary ingredients, you came up with a great idea. You’d stop by the wood shop later and ask Rose, the owner, if she could carve your initials onto a piece. Maybe try to make it heart shaped.

If you could find a piece of paper to write on, you would write him a cute love letter too. Yeah, you’ll do that.

Ellie barged in with a loud, “MORNING!”

You grinned, “good morning to you too, Ellie.”

“Where’s Joel?” she asked as she took a seat at the dining table.

“He’s out on duty with Tommy. He left early this morning.” you replied, turning the stove on.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” was all you said.

There was a pause before Ellie spoke, “Maria said they found a few romance movies they’d be playing in the theater tonight. Cat invited me, do you wanna come too?”

You stirred the egg yolk around a bit before saying, “No, I think I’ll just wait for Joel, if that’s alright with you.”

“Sure, whatever. Lovebirds.” she muttered under her breath.

“I can hear you just fine, you know...” you laughed as you reminded her.

“Yeah, yeah, just make my eggs!” she laughed back.

You shook your head and went back to your eggs. They cooked quick and you took out two plates.

You served her first then you. You almost sat down before taking out the fresh squeezed orange juice for you both.

“Cheers.” you two said as your glasses clinked together.

Ellie chowed down on her food as always and thanked you for yet another awesome meal before heading for the door.

You, of course, took your time to eat.

“Bye, kiddo!” you shouted from the table.

She was half way out door when she yelled back, “Later, skater!”

After finishing breakfast, you hurriedly got dressed and left for the wood shop.

You stepped outside and the breeze of the freezing air immediately hit your face. You wore your own puffer jacket and scarf, but you could still feel the coldness run up your arms. Winter in Wyoming was insane and long.

Again, in a hurried manner, you made your way to your dream destination. On your way, you smiled as you greeted the people walking by. You didn't think you'd ever get used to the abundance of people, living people, and the overall amount of life in such a big space.

How you even got here still shocked you.

You chuckled to yourself seeing the heart decor being put up. It would've made more sense to hang them up earlier in the week, but you guess it's staying for the remainder of the month.

You opened the door of the wood shop, and the bell rang as you did so. Thank, goodness there was a fireplace. You felt warmer already.

You looked around but didn't see Rose anywhere in sight. You guess she's off and her eldest son is in charge for the moment.

"Morning, Luke!" you greeted, nicely as always.

"Morning! What can I do for ya?" he greeted back, as always.

"Is there any way you could carve out a heart shaped piece of wood. Not a huge piece, but maybe about this big." you asked as you demonstrated with your hands.

"Ah, for you and good ol' Joel, I see." he smirked.

You rolled your eyes and nodded your head yes.

"I want our initials carved on the front and a few words burnt on the back."

Luke grabbed his notepad and had you write exactly what you wanted.

"You got one very special Valentine's gift comin' right up! Come back around 12." he assured you.

"Alright, thanks, Luke." you thanked him as you waved goodbye and exited the shop. Ah, back to cold.

You spent the rest of your day at your friends' houses, chatting about whatever nonsense. You picked up Joel's gift a little after noon and then went to the pub, to catch up with Maria on town gossip.

You noticed the sun was starting to set so you bid your farewells to her and Seth before leaving.

You had stolen paper from Ellie's room and were able to make that letter before reaching home and to your surprise, Joel was on the couch waiting for you.

You started taking your boots and cold wear off as you looked at him the entire time.

"Was expecting you to be home a bit later." you told him as you made your way to him.

"I said I would be back before nightfall." he simply said.

"Well, you usually come back when the moon's out." you said, plopping down next to him and giving his cheek a quick peck.

"Well, I stayed true to my note this time, I guess." he said as he gave you a soft smile.

You leaned your head to rest it on his broad shoulder. He moved in closer and caressed the side of your face with his thumb.

"Darlin', I wanna apologize for last night. That was stupid. You were just worried about me, that's all and I brushed you off." He confessed, trying to look you in the eye.

"It's fine, love. You're stubborn, per usual." you joked, but also meant it.

"To tell you the truth, I was really scared." he admitted.

You instantly moved your head to look at him. Worried something might have come up.

"Of what?"

"Honestly, the community was never low on supplies. I needed that excuse, so you'd let me go on the urgent trip Tommy and I been plannin'." he revealed as he turned to fully look at you.

You were a bit confused at first, not understanding why a trip would be so "urgent". Your face swiftly changed to absolute shock after Joel pulled out a beautiful, silver necklace with a locket and bracelet to match.

Your heart swelled right then and there. You couldn't believe it. All this time he spent telling you the holiday didn't matter anymore and here he was.

“Baby, you’re kidding!” you cried as you immediately went for a kiss.

All he could do was smile against your lips. He’s glad he could make you happy.

You wrapped your arms around him, wanting for him to know how much you appreciated him and how thoughtful he was.

“Here, let me put them on for ya. Aw, don’t tell me you’re crying?” he teased and you shook your head as you wiped a tear or two.

“I got you a gift thinking you wouldn’t do anything! And you get me this! Of course I’m crying.” you defended as you put out your arm so he could place the jewelry around your wrist.

You turned around and he put the necklace on for you as well.

“How long did it take to find these?” you asked, wanting full details on heartwarming trip your boyfriend took.

“A couple of hours. Tommy knew where to find the rundown store; that’s where he found his ring for Maria.” he told you.

“I borrowed some other things from the town too.” he continued, sheepishly.

You turned back around to face him once he was done and said, “Oh my goodness, like what?”

“I got a few discs from Maverick and Maria gave me a copy of ‘Dirty Dancing’ since I told her you like it so much.”

All you could do was pout at how cute he was. No way he got all that.

“You can’t be serious, hun.” you said as you laid against him.

He put his hand on your hip before saying, “even in this world, there ain’t a thing I wouldn’t do for you.”

You snuggled in closer after he said so, and he gave your head a kiss.

“Let’s go slowdance to Otis Redding and watch your movie.” he told you as he signaled for you to get up.

You giggled at him calling it “your” movie. You took out the wood-piece that was still in your coat and the letter.

You handed him the wood first, and watched as he admired it slowly. You knew he wasn’t one to show much emotion, but you could see it in his eyes.

He read your initials in the front and your sweet message on the back.

“Thank you, darlin’. I’m gonna hang this near our door.” He thanked you with that soft smile once again.

He was about to open the letter, but you stopped him.

“Read it later, I want our time together now.”

And with that, you two spent the night upstairs. First, slow dancing as promised to the ‘These Arms of Mine’ record that Joel borrowed and then movie time with him trying his best not to fall asleep for your sake.

He did read your letter later on and one moment led to another since you two could not keep off each other.

You were in his arms the entire night, just what you wanted. No person or personal issues to distract you from each other’s company.

He was indeed the perfect valentine.

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iamnotoriginalphil · 1 year

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hi! do you think you could do Larissa x reader bed sharing fic, like possibly reader is a teacher and they are at some sort of conference and realize there’s only one room left and it only has one bed - leads to them confessing their feelings? love your fics <3

I love a good bed sharing fic. I hope you like this one, Anon.

“Are you sure there are no others rooms?”

You shifted your weight from foot to foot. Larissa was looking tired, the drive long from Jericho, and you’d arrived late at the hotel. You were desperate to collapse into bed yourself, have a moment away from her to put up your wall again. So many hours trapped in an enclosed space with her had made your head spin. You’d had to stop yourself reaching over and placing your hand on her thigh as you drove, the compulsion overwhelming.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, there’s unfortunately not,” the receptionist replied, “it is a double room.”

“Alright, we’ll take it,” Larissa said on the end of a sigh.

She took the key and you followed her into the elevator. The room was nice enough but the double bed in the middle of the room stopped you in your tracks. You hadn’t thought about it, the sleeping arrangements. She only sighed, setting her bag down.

“Uh, I can make up a bed on the floor, I guess,” you said, setting down your bag.

“Don’t be silly,” she said, sounding exhausted, “there’s enough room in the bed for both of us. Unless you’re uncomfortable sharing the bed?”

“No,” you said too quickly, “no it’s okay.”

She nodded, sitting down on the mattress, easing her heels off. The groan of pleasure had your cheeks warming. You dug through your bag, finding your pyjamas, remembering that you’d only bought shorts and a tank top.

“I’m going to have a shower,” you said, slipping into the bathroom.

The water washed away the car ride from your skin, leaving you feeling refreshed. Tugging on your pyjamas you stared in the mirror. So much skin on display. More than you were used to showing to people. You shuffled out of the bathroom.

“I hope you don’t mind. I took the left side,” Larissa said.

She was already sitting in bed. Her hair was down around her shoulders and she had on a silky nightgown. Her skin was glowing in the soft lighting and even without the familiar red lip, you’d never seen a more beautiful woman.

“That’s okay,” you said, not noticing the flush on her cheeks as her eyes swept over you.

You climbed into the bed. Larissa reached over, turning off the light as you hunkered down. You were as far as possible from her, terrified of the brush of skin. You squeezed your eyes closed, doing your best to relax.

She shifted and you heard her breathe out. You froze. She shifted again. Something electric in the air had you holding your breath. You were so aware of her, just a few inches away from you, close enough to touch. You wanted to touch her.

You let out a shuddering breath, wondering if this was just you. If the charge between you was all in your head. If only you found this a big deal.

You turned your head, looking through the darkness towards her. Blue eyes were staring back at you, the silvery light streaming in past the curtains. Your breath caught.

“You’re going to fall out of the bed all the way over there,” she whispered into the darkness.

“I’m okay,” you replied.

“Come here.”

Her hand closed around your wrist, tugging you closer. She was so close you could count her eyelashes, breath ghosting over your face. You felt impossibly hot all over. Her finger brushed over your pulse point.

“Your pulse is racing,” she murmured.

“Sorry,” you said, not sure what you were apologising for really.

“Is this because of me?”

Her eyelashes fluttered. She was so incredibly beautiful. You could stare at her forever.

“Darling?”

You lent forward, kissing her before your mind could catch up with your actions. You drew back, heart hammering, eyes widening. You tried to scoot back in the bed, only her hand was still on your wrist. She tugged you forward again until you fell against her chest.

“I don’t think so,” she said before kissing you again.

It was all consuming, deep and slow, making your toes curl. Skin pressed to skin, one hand in your hair to hold you in place, you were losing your mind as she kissed you with a simmering heat. You moaned into her mouth, feeling your skin ignite as she chuckled.

“As wonderful as this is, we should sleep,” she murmured after thoroughly wrecking you with her kisses.

You were still pressed against her, practically on top of her. You whined, trying to kiss her again, wanting more, always more, only for her to turn her head, laughing with delight. Your lips met her cheek, before trailing down to her neck. Her fingers dug into your hips as she let out a shaky moan when your tongue darted out to taste her skin.

“We really should sleep,” she said, although she sounded less sure.

“Whatever you want,” you said, drawing back, cheeky smile in place.

“We’ll continue this tomorrow,” she said, although it sounded more like a promise.

You curled up in her arms, head resting on her chest, listening to her heartbeat begin to slow again. You closed your eyes, letting out a contented hum.

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Author’s Note: This is probably bad, because I have been in a creative slump, and have severe writer’s block, but I wanted to write something about Mychael, so here it is.

After such a long day of searching for your cat, you would expect to drift off into a deep, dreamless sleep; however, contrary to such assumptions, disturbing visions of the feline plagued your mind: images of the unfortunate kitty lost and hungry became a horrific nightmare of the creature getting hurt or killed by other animals.

Your eyes flew open, forcing you back into reality. Blinking a few times, you become more clearheaded, with a growing awareness of the wetness of your cheeks, and the sweat on your forehead.

“Are you okay, Firefly?”

Turning your head, you saw Mychael sitting next to your bed, concern marring his otherworldly features.

You didn’t want to lie to him - after all, he had been so kind to you; however, you were also averse to worrying him further.

“I’m alright. I just had a bad dream.”

He frowned, not appearing completely happy with that response. After observing him for a day, you realized that Mychael was the type of person to look after others, and that he couldn’t stand to see someone unhappy.

Wanting to reassure the boy, you gave him a warm smile.

“I’m honestly fine. It’s just that I really miss my cat.”

You were positive that you saw some unidentifiable emotion flicker across his face, but it was gone the second you registered it.

“Oh. Well, I’m certain that wherever your cat is, they are healthy, and unharmed.”

You really wanted to believe that, especially since your memory of searching for the feline was fuzzy.

“Yeah, you might be right. I guess I’m also a little lonely. The thought of going back to an empty house makes me sad. So, I really want to find my cat, because he always kept me company.”

All four of Mychael’s eyes shifted to stare at his lap, where he began to fiddle with his fingers.

“You don’t have to go back right now. You could stay here for a few days, and I could keep you company. Then, you wouldn’t be lonely anymore.”

You couldn’t help teasing him a bit.

“You want to replace my cat?”

He put his hands up defensively, eyes going wide.

“N-no! I just want to help you. If you’re having nightmares, you shouldn’t be alone right now. I want to make sure you eat properly, and get enough sleep.”

You were honestly surprised by how far this person was willing to go for a complete stranger. He had already done so much for you, but now he was willing to allow you to stay for a longer period of time? You would have to figure out a way to thank him for his generosity.

For now, you simply reached out to hold his hand. His breath hitched, but he didn’t pull away.

“Thank you. You’re so nice. I’m really glad that you are the one who found me. I think I can go back to sleep thanks to you.”

You released Mychael’s hand, and laid down on the bed, closing your eyes. He really did help erase your worries, and you could feel the tension drain from your body. You thought you heard Mychael murmur something. Unfortunately, you were too tired to fully register his words, and simply dismissed them as you drifted off to sleep.

Mychael watched you relax, and smiled fondly. He hoped that you would never leave, and would do anything to make you want to live with him forever.

“I hope that you come to think of this place as your home; after all - home is where the heart is. And my heart belongs to you.”

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Session 32

“You don’t know what love is,

if you don’t put up a fight.”

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Synopsis: If Alex wants you gone so badly, then you will be gone like the wind.

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You really didn’t want to do this.

Just the thought of seeing those brown eyes of ebony was enough to make your stomach drop. You’d rather do anything else—be anywhere else. Yet there you were, standing right in front of the door to the apartment you two shared together. It’s been a few days since you’ve last seen it; since you’ve last seen him. Your mother insisted that you stayed over at her house for a little while longer—despite your protests.

“I think its best if you stayed here and cool off”, she murmured, handing you a cup of tea, “I don’t think its smart to go back in the condition you’re in.”

She was probably right. When you arrived at her door a few days ago, you were hysterical; your eyes red and wide—burning with the tears that streamed down your face, your nose red and runny, and the only sounds that left your mouth were incomprehensible sobs and labored breaths. It took you a while to calm down, and even longer to tell your mother what happened. You were in no condition to go home, let alone face him. It’s not like you’d know what to say to him anyway. You were too hurt to think. So, for those few days, you decided to stay with your mother. You guys went on walks, she gave you advice, and was your shoulder to cry on when you needed to let all that stress and pain go. And for the few days you had spent with her, you found solace. Deep down you knew you it wouldn’t last forever, but you wanted so badly to stay with her and pretend that your problems didn’t exist. And unfortunately, your mother knew, too.

“You’re gonna have to go back eventually,” she told you one morning, as you two were drying off the dishes, “You can’t avoid him forever.”

“I know, mama,” you sighed, “but it’s just so hard, and I just don’t know what to do.”

Your mother put the plate on the on the counter, and you felt her piercing stare on your skin.

“(Y/N),”—you lifted your head to look at her—“I taught you better than to run away from your problems. And you know good and damn well what to do, you’re not stupid.”

“It’s not that simple, mama—”

“I never said it was, baby. These things never are. But, avoiding your problems will not make them disappear, it’ll only make things harder.”

You didn’t respond. You merely turned your attention back to the dishes and continued to dry off the plates.

“I’m not asking you to get back together with him—hell, I really don’t think you should. But you can’t let him walk around thinking that the way he acted was right, either. You know how to stand up for yourself.”

“I know, mama. It’s just so—god—-it’s so difficult, and—”

“Anything worth doing is difficult, (Y/N),” she tenderly held your face in her warm hands, “but it being hard isn’t an excuse to avoid your problems.”

You felt your eyes burn with tears, and a shaky sigh passed through your lips. She was right.

“Don’t let him get away with the way he treated you, (Y/N). If you just stay here and never speak to him again, then you’ve already accepted defeat! And If there’s one thing about me, is I ain’t raise no damn quitter!”

Your mother wiped the tears that ran down your cheeks.

“Let that bastard know that he can’t just pull you outta his life and throw you away. Speak up. And show him that you will not go out quietly. Do you hear me?”

You sniffled.

“Yes, mama.”

………

You wanted so badly to turn around and leave—go to a place where he’ll never see you again; but this was something you had to do. Alex made his decision, and you made yours—and the only thing you could do was respect his choice as much as you can. And so, with sweaty palms, a pounding heart, and the terrible feeling of trepidation coursing through your veins, you inserted your keys into the keyhole, and opened the door.

Only to find that your little apartment was empty.

You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding; a small part of you was relieved that he wasn’t there. You weren’t in the mood for any type of conversation with him. But that relief didn’t exactly quell the dread that ran through your veins. It didn’t make your hands any less shakier, or your face any less hotter. It didn’t calm your beating heart, or wipe the sweat off your brow. And it most certainly didn’t fill the hollowness that encapsulated your entire body. As you walked to the closet, you tried your best to shake off these horrible feelings by attempting to reassure yourself.

This will all be over soon.

You’ll find someone else.

It’s for the best.

But those attempts were half-hearted at best, and insincere at worst. You grabbed the suitcase that laid on the top shelf of the closet, and dragged it to the room you and Alex once shared.

And your chest grew tight and heavy as you took your clothes out of the drawers and put them into the suitcase.

….

The jingling of a second pair of keys made your hands clammy. You swore under your breath as you heard those same keys jostle in the front door. Alex was back, and you weren’t even done packing. You squeezed your eyes shut as you heard him step in the apartment.

Relax.

You took in a deep breath as you heard the confused tone in his voice.

“Wha—(Y/N)??”

You released it, and spoke.

“I’m in the bedroom.”

And you steeled yourself as you heard Alex’s footsteps hastily approach the bedroom.

You will not go out quietly.

You saw him. For the first time in days, you saw him, and there was nothing but panic written all over his face.

“Good god, (Y/N), I knew you were staying over at your mom’s house, but you could’ve at least told me that you were staying there for more than a day! Why didn’t you answer any of my calls or texts?? I didn’t even know when you got back ‘till I saw your shoes at the door—”

In all of his panic, it took Alex a couple of seconds to notice that the drawers to the dressers were ajar and the suitcases with your clothes inside. You saw his eyes widen as the realization hit, but the feeling of incredulity made him ask one singular question:

“W-Where are you going?”

The quiver in his voice made you die inside, and yet you kept you voice low, and your tone firm and flat.

“Away,” You simply replied, “I’m moving out.”

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A/N: So, I’ve had this story in my head for quite a while now, and have a really good concept on how I want it to pan out. It took me such a long time to do because of finals, and writing Alex’s dialogue just pisses me off so bad—to the point where I ACTUALLY have to take breaks in between writing. I’m so sorry about the cliffhanger, y’all 💀, but unfortunately, this story will have to be broken up into two parts. Its already way too damn long 😭

The Part 2 will be out in a lil’ bit ya’ll, just hold on! 😭

Hope ya’ll enjoyed it so far, though!

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Isekai Yandere strawhats x reader PT 5

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That night you dreamt of your family. All the memories you made in your world with them made you long for them even more. They had absolutely no idea that you were basically trapped in this world, from what they seen you were still the same person. That comforted you slightly knowing that they still had you and that you technically never even left, but right now you’re half a person.

When you woke up Robin was gone but Nami was comfortably sleeping on your chest. You didn’t really want to move but you had to use the bathroom so carefully you placed her on the pillow and walked to the door.

“ She’s calmed down since that night, and we’re going to reach the island in a few minutes should we wake them?” Robin spoke from outside.

You quickly tiptoed back to the bed and laid just as the door was opened, it was time to deceive.

“ Nami, Y/N wake up the island is close”

You rose from the bed and all but ran to the bathroom before you pissed yourself. You couldn’t help but stare at this new version of yourself in the mirror. Your curls were so hydrated and radiant just like your skin, you looked like you were a gift from god.

No wonder they were obsessed with you.

As nice and wonderful this world is you knew that unless you played into their hands, they would show you exactly how dark it could get. So while brushing your teeth you created a plan that would ensure you were able to escape without an issue.

I’ll pretend as though I’m going to stay here forever, they need to 100% think that I don’t want to leave. Unfortunately I can no longer speak about my home and write about how to travel. I also need to get that paper back from Robin but patience is a virtue and this will take time.

That morning Sanji fed you and the girls heart shaped pancakes, you were still next to Luffy but he didn’t dare speak to your or turn your way so you laid your head on his arm.

“ Luffy can we talk later?”

“Mhm”

Your heart pounded in your chest but you knew this was the only way and you were ready to put your pride aside and apologize, especially for talking about his brother.

The island was now in front of you and you were patiently waiting for the greeting you were going to get from the bottom dwellers. Fish man island was really a sight, nothing like this existed in your world ( far as you or anyone else knows ). Leaning on the railing while the sun from above warmed you up foot steps were nearing you. “ You wanted to talk..”

You couldn’t look at him, not yet, after yesterdays events you were still shaken with fear of the captain and vice captain. “ I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I was really out of line, especially with Ace and-”

“ I’m not upset anymore y/n, we were both wrong let’s move past it”

You looked at him with glossy eyes, my favorite boy how can I not forgive you when you’re so sweet.

“ Yeah, as long as it’s okay with you”

He gave you a blinding smile and wrapped his arms around you five times. You can adjust and get used to this, just give them what they want and before you know you’re home free. Soon everything played out just as the series, you were underwater about to drown trying to grasp someone’s hand.

You woke up to Sanji raving and crying about mermaids, you were in Camie’s bed completely dried off with Luffy sitting next to you. Value brought you all the the surface and you couldn’t believe your eyes. How could a place like this exist? That question began to roam your thoughts again.

Would it really be so bad to stay here? Live in this world and completely experience it with the soon to be King Of Pirates…

You got to explore the fashion, the food, and the mermaid kingdom. The girls dressed you up in many outfits and you felt like a princess.

“ Y/N Chan you’re as beautiful as the finest Perl”

Fish man island was a treat to you after all you’ve been through, so you’re going to treat it as such until you have to enter your first battle. You wanted to tell one of them what was coming but why ruin the story when you know it will play out fine.

When you were in the castle you found the library while Luffy was off on his food escapade. There had to be over ten thousand books here and you didn’t know where to start. You spent hours researching and making mental notes of everything knowing you weren’t safe or trusted to write in a note book yet.

Understanding your situation to the fullest was at the top of your list. You realized the situation you were in was way more dire than you originally believed, you were in danger of Stockholm and with how powerful they were more dangerous than sea monsters. Their obsession was classified as Yandere and the crew fell into all four categories.

Manipulative

Isolating

Submissive

Eliminating

Gaining their trust was an absolute need for you to survive this without being broken however, the more you pretend to love it here the more your likely to fall into Stockholm. You had a choice to make before you left this library.

“ yeah something like that”

The coating was done, and it was time for the battle to soon begin. You had no powers and you had never been in a fight before. Not that it would help you, these people fight completely different to your regular humans even though they can get gruesome. The nerves were eating you away and Luffy was quick to notice.

He placed his hat on your head and you couldn’t help but blush yet again. He couldn’t see the color that consumed you but Luffy was an emotional genius. “ Are you nervous about fighting?” He questioned.

“ No”

“ you’re a bad lair y/n..”

“ No I’m not !”

“ You are”

“ Whatever Luffy”

“ Don’t get so mad”

“ I’m not”

“ Liar”

“ Idiot”

Your heart was racing. Luffy was flirting… with you? You felt the eyes of other burning into your scalp and you wanted to melt into a puddle to shy away. With a huff you turned your attention to Sanji. He whirled his way to you and swayed you with compliments and heart shaped eyes.

You were giggling at the silly flirt while a hand made itself comfortable on your waist.

A/N: Short but sweet?!

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Harrison Gray Main Story: Chapter 4 Premium Story

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

(... I can’t believe this is how he’s making me repay him.)

As a way to repay him for helping me at the casino, Harrison suggested that…

Kate: … A cafe?

Harrison: There’s not much of a crowd here, but this cafe opens till late at night and has delicious food.

Harrison: Excuse me. I’ll have grape cake, cheesecake, chocolate parfait… and also…

Kate: I can’t eat that much!

Harrison: Huh? Who said that I’m ordering for you? This is all for myself.

(Erm… all of it?)

Harrison: Master, I’ll have a sweetened strawberry flavoured milk as well. Alright, you go ahead and order too.

Kate: Is this all… because I was too conceited?

Harrison: Maybe. Thanks for the treat.

…

The sound of the doorbell ringing as we exited the cafe echoed into the quiet street at night.

Kate: … And there goes my money meant for buying play tickets. Again.

Harrison: But the food was good, right?

Kate: Of course! I didn't notice that place hidden in an alley even when I was making deliveries as a postwoman.

(The ricotta pancakes were to die for. They were so fluffy and melted in my mouth, they were so delicious…)

Harrison: You repaid me, gained valuable information, and got to eat good food. Isn't that a good thing?

Kate: Yes!

(Huh…? I have a feeling that I just got taken for a ride.)

As I inwardly wracked my brain, Harrison muttered “speaking of which…”.

Harrison: In 10 minutes time, your 3 days will be over.

Harrison’s gaze pointed towards the clock face on Big Ben.

(Right. So many things have been happening lately that the promise almost completely slipped out of my mind.)

Unfortunately, I failed to obtain any useful information “from him”.

Harrison: Judging from that look on your face, I guess it's safe to say that I’ve won?

(If I admit my loss now, Harrison will never allow me near him again, just as he said.)

(The opportunity to get to know Harrison will be lost forever.)

I didn't know why, but I had this strange pang of loneliness welling up inside me when that thought came to mind.

He was a carefree and mean liar whose mind I could never read.

Sometimes, he would stare into my eyes as if looking at what was in my heart. And his eyes occasionally contained a hint of loneliness.

(... Yeah. I want to get to know Harrison better.)

(I want to know things like what makes him happy, or what makes him upset.)

A mild impulse surged in me, giving me motivation.

Kate: The game hasn't ended yet.

Harrison: …?

Kate: Harrison, you “never leave someone in need”.

Back there at the casino, Harrison could've chosen to leave me in the lurch — but he didn't.

(At that point of time… I was really glad he did that.)

Kate: I think that this is a very useful piece of information about you.

Harrison: …

Kate: So, um…

(That was just an excuse.)

And then, the atmosphere around me changed.

Harrison: Pfft, haha! What on earth was that?

Harrison: You sound so desperate. I thought you’re just way too kind-hearted, but you’re surprisingly resilient too.

(... This is the first time I’m seeing his genuine smile.)

His smile was gentle unlike his usual aloof smile.

It completely stole my heart.

Harrison slowly came closer to me and peered into my face.

Harrison: What’s with that face?

Kate: Oh, um… I was just thinking that this is the first time I’m seeing you smile.

Harrison: I’m a human being, of course I can smile. It’s a natural thing.

Kate: Well, that’s true.

Kate: But this is the first time you’ve smiled in front of me, right?

(This smile must be precious, so I should remember it well.)

As I grinned in satisfaction, Harrison gently pressed a beautiful finger to my cheek.

Kate: W- What are you doing…?

Harrison: Me too.

Harrison: It’s my first time seeing you smile too.

Harrison: You should smile more often. It suits you.

Harrison narrowed his eyes and pulled his hand away, then distanced himself.

Kate: … I knew it, I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry, just forget about—

Harrison: Fine.

Kate: … Huh?

Harrison: Seeing how resilient you are, I’ll let you win our bet.

Kate: Are you being serious…?

Harrison: What, do you want me to lie?

I shook my head, and Harrison smiled.

Harrison: If I say no to you, I’ll have to deal with you getting all depressed and sulking.

Harrison: I mean, you’ll only be here for a month anyway. So do whatever you want, I guess?

Kate: Yes, I’ll definitely do that!

Harrison: Goodness.

And with that, Harrison was about to start walking again when…

Harrison: …

Harrison: Hey, can you walk in front of me?

Kate: Why?

Harrison: My fox curse causes me to get distracted when there’s someone next to me.

Kate: I see. Got it, I’ll pay attention to that next time.

I nodded and did as I was told.

(He’s giving me information about the fox curse after our bet has ended. … As expected, he’s mean.)

I could hear the sound of his footsteps coming from a little distance behind me.

Harrison: — Who made that kiss mark on your neck?

Kate: K- Kiss mark!?

Harrison: Yeah, there’s a very obvious one on your neck. Your partner must be…

Kate: I- It’s definitely not that! Maybe it’s just an insect bite or something.

Harrison: I lied.

Kate: … Lied?

Harrison: Pfft… I’m amazed by how you managed to live this long.

(Did he just play me? Geez… I can never let my guard down around him.)

Feeling frustrated with how easily he fooled me, I walked away in silence.

And then I heard a clattering sound from behind me.

(...?)

I turned around to see Harrison shaking a metal tin.

Harrison: Mints. Here, you have one too.

Kate: … Mint is a hit or miss kind of flavour.

Harrison: Hmm. Fine if you don't want it.

Kate: I do!

Harrison: Then, I’ll feed it to you mouth to mouth.

Kate: You’re lying, right? I won’t let you fool me anymore.

Harrison: I’m serious.

Kate: … What?

Harrison: Yeah I’m lying.

(D- Darn it!)

Harrison: Here, take one.

He tossed me a mint from behind.

Harrison narrowed his eyes as I looked at the mint candy I caught in my hands.

I popped the candy into my mouth and started walking again.

The candy tasted refreshing and slightly sweet at the same time.

I was reminded of Harrison’s mint coloured eyes.

(Harrison is like mint candy.)

His footsteps echoing behind me, and for some reason I…

I found it hard to look back at him.

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alwayslurkinginthebackground · 10 months

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Favorite Place - A "Kissing You" Drabble

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader Warnings: Brief mentions of sex, but nothing beyond that. Word Count: 900 Prompt #58: Playful kisses, such as "I'm not going to kiss you." "Why?" "Because if I do, I don't think we're getting out of bed today.” a/n: I'm back from vacation and I'm forcing myself to stop being so lazy (and by lazy I mean working my full time job that's really like three full time jobs and also volunteering for things and also trying to have a social life) and actually post some of the things that I have just sitting in folders. This is...well, very self-indulgent though because I’m not in the best headspace and I needed to get out of it for a while so…uh…enjoy!

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As a kid, you’d been convinced that your favorite place in the entire world was Disney World. After all, who wouldn’t want to ride rollercoasters all day and live in a literal castle? A diet that consisted of churros and far too much popcorn seemed more than logical to your young brain, and you’d consistently argued with your parents, who reminded you often that there were, in fact, other places you really liked too.

Your father would often suggest your favorite museum. The one that you begged to go to. While perhaps less magical than Disney World, you were still just as enchanted by the animal displays and the butterfly room with real butterflies. Even in the dead of winter. Your mother, on the other hand, would suggest that, perhaps, your favorite place in the world was the home you lived in. After all, they’d always made it warm and inviting, serving as a gathering place for friends and family alike.

You knew they were wrong though, and you told them so, pointedly. Disney World was your favorite place, and nothing could ever change that.

But, as it turns out, your parents weren’t the only ones getting it wrong, because your favorite place in the world was never destined to be a theme park or an exhibit filled with artifacts or even a cozy house in the country. It was here. In his arms.

Frankie’s body is secured around you in a way that you’re fairly certain you’ll never be able to explain through the laws of physics. Both hands are splayed flat on your stomach, arms wrapped tightly around you in a safe grip. His solid chest is pressed against your shoulder blades, one leg tangled with yours, head tucked in behind you, and you wonder for a moment if he can get any closer.

It wasn’t uncommon for him to pull you tightly against himself in slumber. You figured it had something to do with his nightmares, the illusions stemming far too close to reality once the world turned dark. Subconsciously, he was always searching for you, ensuring that you were here, with him. That you were safe.

And that’s exactly how you always feel when you wake up this way. Safe. So entirely protected in every way by the man you’d just happened to meet when an overheated engine went from being your worst nightmare to your greatest blessing.

If you could, you’d bask in the feeling of his warmth forever, but a glance at your phone on the table beside you informs you that, unfortunately, that won’t be the case today. The screen is already lit up with emails and texts from coworkers who leave their beds earlier than you do. Reluctantly, you begin the process of dissecting your body from his grasp. His intake of breath alerts you to the fact that if he wasn’t awake before, he is now. Lips trail along your spine, fingers dusting over your skin, and you turn in his grasp.

“Good morning, handsome,” you whisper to him. Frankie’s eyes are still closed, and you laugh lightly at his returned grumble. “It’s time for me to get up.”

“Five more minutes,” he requests, nuzzling in against your throat and settling there, his arms undoing all the work you’d just accomplished. He can’t see you shake your head, but he can feel it, and when he peeks an eye open, slowly turning up to look at you, you know he’s debating pleading further. “Do I at least get a kiss?”

“No,” you state plainly, pulling his arms from around your waist. “I’m not going to kiss you.”

The look on Frankie’s face can only be described as offended, lips parted slightly. “You would deprive me? Why?”

You smile, pressing a kiss to his nose instead. “Because if I do, I don’t think we’re getting out of bed today.” You roll quickly then, hurrying to get away, but he’s faster, and he hauls you back against him. A squeal escapes your lungs as he rolls the two of you over until he has you beneath him, caged in by the secure frame of his arms and legs.

“You say that like it would be a bad thing.” Frankie leans down, hovering so his lips are just above yours, but he doesn’t kiss you, not yet, his denial mirroring your own actions from moments before.

And it’s torture.

“Being late for work would be a bad thing,” you explain, although you note how lame your excuse sounds. Your voice is barely a whisper, and you want nothing more than to arch up to capture his lips, but every time you try, he pulls back, just out of reach. “But,” you say then, and his eyes drift down to your lips before pulling back to meet your gaze, “perhaps I could use one of those vacation days they keep begging me to use.”

Frankie smiles, his lips surging down to crash into your own. It’s sloppy, a result of the grogginess you both still feel, but it doesn’t fail to light a fire between your thighs. Your back arches again in an attempt to find friction, and he grinds down against you as his lips blaze a path so he can whisper in your ear.

“Trust me, the only person who will be begging for something today is you.”

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a foggy path | jjk

what can you do when the person you love most seemingly backs up your biggest insecurity?

tags/tw/author's note: ~2.3k words / angst / established relationship / y/n is insecure in regards to her career, nothing related to insecurities about looks / a bit of a personal one and a hard one to write, but it's here. check of this post for a bit more background on it / any feedback is welcome <3 :')

Two hours of journalling and gathering inspiration for an upcoming writing project did nothing to help you actually write, but inspiration struck out of the blue. Before you even realized it, you were on a roll. Maybe it was the photo of Jungkook - your forever muse - on your desk, or perhaps it was spurred by a snide comment made by a family friend earlier in the day on your current career status. Nevertheless, you were finally writing and that’s all that mattered. You couldn’t even think straight, the words and phrases effortlessly came to you in a blur and made up some of the best writing you’ve done in ages. It felt good. Out of the many different hobbies, jobs, skills, and hats you tried out after graduating from university…. this may be the one that fits best. Your Cinderella’s glass slipper moment…. If it stuck.

You didn’t start down a fixed path in life, believing there was never such a thing. Being a doctor, a lawyer, or architect was never for you…. unfortunately for you, you never knew what your “thing” was in life.

It’s something your family always teased you about, and seeing your friends and even your boyfriend just excel with talents or smarts in fields so far out of your reach…. It definitely made you feel behind and ‘less than' at times. Still, in the meantime, writing felt so good that you lost yourself in your words, only alerted by the passing time when the slam of a door interrupted your train of thought.

“Baby!!”

Not now

“Babyyyy!!! Baby baby baby baaaaabbyyyyyyyy!”, you hear your boyfriend call in a singsong voice from the other room. You don’t move, you can’t, not even when you hear his footsteps approaching…. not when you got to the most crucial part of your writing. You loved him, you really did…. but… boy could he get needy, you could just tell from his voice…. And fuck, what was that word you just thought of?!

“Baby?,” his voice is clearer now, standing by the doorframe, undoubtedly with his confused expression and habit of playing with his lip piercing - you couldn’t confirm it though, your eyes didn’t leave your computer screen.

“You don’t even have headphones on, baby, you must’ve heard me… Are you okay?,” he asks.

“I’m busy, Jungkook.”

“Oh,” he murmurs. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No.”

“No?"

“No, Jungkook, I’m just fucking busy.” The words leave your mouth a little more sternly than they should have, you know that immediately, but you don’t get a chance to continue.

“Pff, busy with what? It’s not like you have a career. You just sit around doing nothing that goes anywhere."

For the first time since he came home, you look - no, glare - at Jungkook, but just as you caught sight of his demeanor changing, the vision of him gets blurry, watery…. the tears have already bubbled up.

“Fuck, no, baby, I didn’t m-“, he starts, stepping towards you.

“Leave,” you grumble.

“Baby…”

“Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook,” your voice breaks. “Leave me alone.”

You bury your face in your palms, wetting them immediately before you feel the tears roll down your arms as you hear the door shut.

Just as you had lost track of time writing, you didn’t keep track of how much time had passed since you stopped and left your computer that day. Your document was left on the last, half-written sentence as it had been when Jungkook walked in, and since then you could barely stare at the screen. Your palms, the inside of your eyelids, or the floor and the ceiling - whenever you could make them out through the tears, were the only places of rest for your eyes, as you kept repeating to yourself your biggest insecurities and fears, this time as facts.

You’re a loser. You’re a failure. You have no talent. You will never be enough. Look at all your friends, you will never get to where they are in life. Be content with being nothing.

Nothing you do ever goes anywhere. And YOU will never go anywhere in life.

Your boyfriend once mentioned that these thoughts came from our own personal demons, the monsters who sat in the darkest corners of our brains and toyed with us. They were not a reflection of who we are nor were they true just because we thought them, he had said…. But he also confirmed that nothing you did ever went anywhere. Perhaps, even that you were never going to go anywhere in life. Your demon’s most hurtful saying. From your most trusted person.

He had been sitting on the other side of the door the entire time. You could make out his shadow through the slit underneath the door, and the different positions he took. Just as you wiped away a tear, your gaze falls on where his shadow would be, only to notice that it disappeared. You wait minutes for his shadow to return, but it doesn’t. It would have been too long for it to be a bathroom break, you think, before guilt overcame you at the thought of all the time he had spent sitting on the floor. Staring at your reflection in the doorknob in front of you, you reflect on your state as your hand hesitantly reached towards it.

You felt betrayed, alone, and vulnerable to say the least. And whenever you felt down, he had always been your safe haven. The person who greeted you without judgment, resentment, or anger. If anyone had ever hurt you, even if it was yourself, you wouldn’t think twice before running into his arms, which he always enveloped you in, so happily, so lovingly….. You needed that comfort, despite the sting in your heart.

You open the door expecting to see the living room empty, but Jungkook is there, turned away from you, crouched over a table with a pen in hand.

“What are you doing?”, you ask in a raspy voice.

He turns around in shock, keeping his head down after taking a quick look at you. Looking over the few words he scribbled onto a post-it note, he fidgets with the pen in his hands. “I was writing you a note. I wanted to give you some space, so I was gonna spend the night at Namjoon’s."

For a moment that seemed to last like an eternity, all you could hear was the clicks and fidgets of Jungkook’s pen.

“Jungkook…”

“I know. I know I messed up and I’m sorry and -“

“Let me finish.”

Jungkook lifts his head and for the first time, nodding and finally looking at your face. At that moment, you didn’t know which urge to follow - the one to run into his arms or the one to turn around and shut yourself in your room again….. but your feet remained planted on the ground and words escaped your mouth before you could contemplate on your possible routes.

“I’m really hurt. You know how insecure I am about… myself and my future, and you went used that to hurt me. My biggest insecurity, Jungkook. You know this. You threw my biggest fear and insecurity right in my face, and for what? Because I was slightly annoyed? Just because you have it figured out and are talented at everything doesn’t mean everyone else is the same way. It’s tough as shit when you don’t know what you want to do with your life. Unfortunately, we have to figure it out and live with the possibility that we may not ever figure it out or be great at anything. That we won’t go anywhere, like you say of my projects."

There was no stopping the bubbling in your voice and the tears that stream down your face. “I thought you were my number one supporter.“

“I am!”, he exclaims, taking two steps towards you.

“You’re supposed to be the one person on this planet that doesn’t judge me….” you say. Unable to look him in the eyes, you stare at the floor in realization, noticing his toes rise and fall, a habit he never noticed he always did when he was nervous. “Jungkook, look I just… I am hurt and I need time to recover. I fucking miss you already but… I can’t look at you and believe you when you say that anymore. Now I’ll always doubt that that’s what you really think of me."

“It’s not,” he pleads. “It really isn’t. Everyone says things they don’t mean and I really really didn’t mean any of that, baby. I am your biggest fan. I support you from the bottom of my heart - in everything you do. No matter what."

Your lips ache, you hadn't realized you had been frowning.

“You know that right?,” he mumbles, carefully approaching you and pushing your hair away from your face before cupping your wet cheeks with his hands.

You’re not sure anymore. You’re about to tell him that.

“Please,” he whispers. “Please tell me you know that.”

You don’t reply. It breaks him. It breaks you.

A heavy sigh escapes you between your sobs. You can’t recall a time in your relationship you were ever this upset, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen Jungkook this upset either. He’s upset you’re even questioning him, but he understands why. He messed up.

His grip on your face tightens for a moment before it softens and guides your head to rest against his shoulder, with him collecting all the tears and cries you sob into his chest and he strokes the gave the back of your head. An action so soothing and gentle, you almost feel it relieve your headache.

The sound of a broken breath catches you by surprise. You lift your head up slightly, only for a tear to drop from his chin and onto your forehead. When he gulps and finally stares into your eyes through his tears, you can’t help but wrap your arms around his torso, with him doing the same as you continue to wet his chest with your tears, him doing the same to your hair.

You’re the first one to be brave enough to give in, looking up at him again. His eyes and cheeks were as wet as yours, yet at the sight of you, he brings his hand up brushing away every drop that escapes your eyes.

“Jungkook….,” you mumble through sobs.

He catches his breath in response.

“My baby….”, he whispers, his hands still in your hair. “Please don’t tell me this is the end of us, baby. I’m so fucking sorry. I can’t let that… I - I…” he takes a deep breath. “Can I tell you what I really think of you? The honest to god, full truth?” he asks, wiping away the final tears that formed in his eyes and visibly holding himself back. You want to nod, but you’re scared to… luckily, Jungkook doesn’t wait for you.

“I think you’re the best person I’ve ever met in my entire life. I’m a fucking idiot that doesn’t deserve you. I know… I know what I said and I didn’t mean it. Honestly I... I don’t. Hey, you didn’t mean it that time you were hungry and told me you’d stab me for a cupcake, right?” he smiles softly, but it disappears in an instant.

“But this is more serious than that. I know it is,” he sniffs. “I don’t care that you don’t have it all figured out, I actually like that you haven’t figured out what you want to do with your life. You know I like to try a million things and hobbies, and it makes me so happy that you’re the same. Didn’t you say that you like it when I rope you into my new hobbies? It’s the same with me. It makes me so happy whenever you show me anything, explain something you learned to me, or just let me be a part of it, let me be a part of your beautiful life."

You inhale, realizing it was hard to ignore the sincerity in his voice.

“Remember that time you wanted to try photography so you borrowed my old camera and kept making me pose for photos?"

“Which time?”

“Every time,” he smiles. “But that day in the park?”

You nod.

“That was the happiest day of my life.”

You remember that day vividly… Thinking about it, it might’ve been one of the best days of your life too.

“And that day when you were working on your writing and wrote that poem for me on a tiny little card that you made yourself?”

You nod.

He removes his hands from around your body and grabs his phone, taking off the black leather cover. Between the phone and the case, was the tiny, paper note on which you had written a poem about Jungkook’s eyes.

Staring into them now, through the tears, you briefly make out the stars within them that you wrote about,

“I’m your biggest fan, y/n… I really am. No matter what you do. You’re my world.”

You pull him back towards you and he wraps you in a tight embrace.

“I’m here for you every step of the way. Even if you don’t know what path you’re on, I’m happy to walk it with you. Til the end of the line. Til the end of the world. I’m with you.”

His lips quiver, aching to meet yours, but his head and hands remain where they are. You pull his head towards you to relieve that ache that you had been feeling too, and his lips tug at yours, unwanting to let you go.

“I’m with you too, Jungkook,” you say. “I can’t tell the way, though. I might not be the best guide.”

He lets out a smile and a sigh of relief.

“Together,” he reassures.

“Together.”

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acesofspadess · 4 months

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Living ( A live sequel)

a/n: omgggg I know it been forever since this story but im back with the sequel!!!! there is gonna be a few chapters before were back on track but that just means you guys will see me on your timelines everyday ☺️

“Hi I’m Maia Quinn, and I'm the Season 23 winner of The Voice!"

Mid July

“Hello Team Niall.” Niall introduced as they all waved and greeted him back. “Well, I've got a bit of news for you. Because of my concert schedule, I actually won't be in town for knockout rehearsals.” Everyone was shocked… and rightfully so. “Because I won't be there, I've chosen another coach to come in and mentor you guys for rehearsal.” Everyone started to freak out wondering who on earth it might be.

“And they have been in your place before so I think they’ve got exactly what you need.”

The scene changed to the all too familiar practice room with an empty directors chairs. The sounds of steps progressively got louder until the special person appeared.

“I'M BACK!”

But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Let's rewind a bit.

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A day or two after The Voice Finale

“Hi I’m Maia Quinn, and I'm the Season 23 winner of The Voice, and we're hanging out with Rob on Front Row Live.”

“Go with me.” Niall moaned into your mouth as you straddled him. “Where?” you question kissing down his neck. “Boston. I know it's last minute and we’d leave in the morning-” you shut him up with a kiss and a roll of your hips, his hands tightening against your thighs. “Just wake me up an hour before we leave.”

Sitting at the desk of you and Niall’s shared hotel room the morning of May 26th you had early interviews to get through before you were meant to go to the festival. You looked over the camera to see Niall already looking at you.

“Maia congratulations. What a night you had a few nights ago.” Rob praised and you smiled adjusting your airpod. “I am super excited for you and your career and your future. Especially because you're starting so young. You have enough time to kind of like, continue to evolve, and understand your voice; learn a lot more about yourself throughout this process. Talk to me about this process of your experience here on the voice and how you've evolved as a vocalist and a performer.” The interview was more than you could ever imagine.

“Now your relationship with Niall this season has had fans going crazy. From the after performance hugs to the duet, and the after party, what can you tell us about that?”

You saw Nialls face peak over the laptop screen and stayed neutral. “Niall has been the most supportive and very encouraging. He has become one of my best friends through this whole journey. I lost a lot of my confidence during the pandemic unfortunately. It made me think that I would never be able to do things that I certainly could do and Niall- all these years later- has been there to remind me that I probably can do them, and then make me do it. So our friendship and relationship has been so important to me. He is my best friend across the charts and he’d hate me for saying this, but I wouldn't be here without him.”

“Last question before we go. Is there anything we can look forward to seeing soon? Maybe another EP?”

You smiled glad you were able to share some information on what was coming next. “All I'll say now is, look for me on stage back home.” you winked dramatically knowing those who would get it would get it.”

“That's amazing, I'll definitely keep my eyes peeled. It was so great having you on. I hope to see you in person soon.”

“Bye!”

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User10 i'm actually really happy she won

User2 wait…Slane is in Ireland…..

User6 I just learned she had an EP…. what?!?!?!?

Being at Boston Calling with him

“Boston, Massachusetts, how you doing?” he asked the crowd after he finished ‘Heaven’. The loud response made him smile excitedly. “Holy shit! This is crazy.” you face palmed knowing he was going to slip up sooner or later. “Thank you all so much for coming out to see me. I really appreciate it.” they cheered again as he sipped his water. You watched as he looked at the amount of people and a smile formed on your face.

“This is uhm- this is actually my first ever Festival.” he let out a breath at the realisation. “I've definitely been drunk at a few.” you laughed at him with the rest of the crowd. “But I've never played at any and for that reason I'm absolutely shitting myself.” he said looking at you knowing you would calm him, and him seeing you laugh did just the trick.

“But thank you for being here. I know some of you guys have been queuing for years.” he looked around at the signs “My girlfriend showed me this earlier ‘i travelled four thousand miles to be here from Brazil’ your eyes went wide at the declaration and the deafening screams were present. He subtly looked in your direction and saw your reaction, his worry diminished as he saw you smiling making him smile. “Makes you feel bad from coming just down the road doesn't it? ‘I came from round New York’.” he mocked, “awe who cares.” he laughed with them and you hid a big smile behind your hands.

~~~~

You walked the same route you came flashing your pass when you reached the gate and made your way in to see Niall. When you saw him you squealed and ran over to him. He turned when he heard you and caught you in his arms as you wrapped your legs around his waist and he spun you both around hands on the swell of your bum.

“I'm so proud of you!” you screamed and he laughed before he was kissing you passionately. It was quick as many more pecks through giggles followed. “I can not explain to you how happy i am.” he whispered in shock as you were sitting in the trailer behind the stage and he was getting changed. “You should be so happy, my love. That was incredible, and I am so so proud of you.” he smiled at you before grabbing your hand and kissing the ring on it. “You make me so happy, baby girl.” you melted at his words and stood up to kiss him softly. “And you make me the happiest girl, Ni.”

You surprising Niall at his Zane Lowe interview and him outing you

You knew Niall was disappointed when you told him you wouldn't be able to make it to his Zane Lowe interview today. He was really excited for this one and wanted you to be there. It was only a few days later that you flew from Boston down to LA for the interview. You were working on last minute stuff for the announcement today and you were nowhere close to done when he was getting ready to leave.

“I'm sorry love.” you kissed his pout away as you both stood by the door of his LA house. “I know, it’s okay. I know why you can’t make it, and for that I am so very proud.” he melted his lips against yours as your hands went to the curls on the back of his neck and he wrapped his went straight to your bum.

~~~

Niall was watching Zane play his songs and the guitar with a big smile a few hours after he left. “There are some pretty songs on this record bro.” Zane complimented as he switched playing from ‘The Show’ to ‘You could start a cult’. You who had just made it into the studio to surprise Niall were standing behind the glass watching him, waiting for him to notice.

“Thank you very much.'' He cut through Zanes music. “This one kills me.” Zane admitted as Niall caught on to what he was playing. “Yeah.” he cheered Zane on softly, finally noticing you. You saw his smile widened and you waved softly. “You Could Start A Cult.” he named distractedly, still looking at you as if he looked away you would disappear.

~~~

“Kingdoms fighting over you,” Niall continued. “I think that like they’re the ones- that could have very easily been, ‘ i like waking up beside you and you're my favourite person.” he joked easily. “But ‘you could start a war’.” you shook your head at his lyrical genius. “Do you ever crack yourself up with it?”

‘Yeah it was something silly at first but now everyone's obsessed with it. It started with me and my girlfriend now, when we met we would watch crime shows together over facetime,” he exposed and you chuckled at his laugh.

‘You say girlfriend now, sorry if i'm over stepping but..” zane trailed off

“No,” he shrugged off looking at you, who nodded, “she was not my girlfriend at the time, she is now, is what that meant.”

“So did she not know the song was for her?”

“She didn't know any song was for her- or about her I should say. The road from when we met to now has been a very dark windy tunnel, but we made it to the other end.”

“That's beautiful Niall, truly.” You smiled at him agreeing with Zane.

“This was the last song on the record that we wrote.” Niall confessed, and you wondered why. “Why, what was missing?” and without hesitation he pointed to you, “her.” Zane looked to where he was pointing and you waved happily at him. He waved back to you just as happy before turning to Niall with a face of shock. “No?” he gasped and Niall laughed, throwing his head back. “Yeah, I know. Way out of my league.” he watched you shake your head with an eye roll and he couldn't stop the smile from gracing his face.

“I could’ve gone and did what I did with the rest of the record and put BV’s all over it and strings and that was my plan - and John just said to me- because we we were not talking at the time…” he pointed between you and him, “...this is your message to,” he paused, ‘“ her’ keep it that way. Just you and your guitar and your feelings.”

And while there's much much more… you’ll see that soon

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