#to shut the fuck up forever I'm so fr right now
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lover - oscar piastri
summary: y/n is a songwriter who writes plenty of songs however no one realizes that they're made by her (and about oscar hehe)!
a/n: the outcomes of the races are fictional, and the order in which these songs have been written (assume fearless was written this year ygwim?). also no face claim!!
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ynusername romance is not dead if you keep it just yours! lovelovelove being able to come home for race day!! i'm so proud of u osc 🩷
oscarpiastri I'm so lucky 🥰
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user27633 Y/N IS A SWIFTIE CONFIRMED!?!?!
ynusername of course!!
user16372 u literally take the cutest photos of oscar
user82537 y/n quoting paris... i'm so up
yukitsunoda 😆😆
landonorris You're my favourite wag
ynusername wow how considerate
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oscarpiastri Unwinding before Japan 👊
ynusername tehee we're cute
oscarpiastri You're cuter
landonorris Get a room
taylorswift ooooh she's working hard @ ynusername
user62584 WHAT THE FUCK ARE U DOING HERE???
user98274 OSCAR IS FRIENDS WITH TAYLOR HUH
user61192 i did not expect to see taylor in the comments of oscar's post tagging y/n!
user92898 no fr like what is going on
user93829 Everyone shut up about taylor look at the beauty that is y/n omd
view ynusername's story...
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taylorswift In honour of my album 'The Tortured Poets Department' release a week ago, I wanted to thank my biggest musical inspirations! Thank you Jack, Lana, and Y/N for helping me the best artist I could possibly be, without you'd guys I'd be nowhere (thank you y/n for writing the cheesiest, cutest, sexiest songs ever)!!
user51862 who is y/n
user01827 She's dating f1 driver oscar piastri but also now apparently a songwriter idk...
user72973 Wdym thanks y/n for writing?? you're telling me the twitter stans were right??
user62863 y/n is singlehandedly uniting f1 and the swifties
ynusername thank u tay 💓💓
user52868 Girl has been living a double life
user51929 ohhh so this is why taylor was commenting on oscar's post😭
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ynusername well now that the cat is out of the bag, who wants to hear a story? i assume u all said yes.
on one of our first dates, oscar made me a bracelet (yes that one) and i thought (and still think) that it was one of the most romantic gestures. so obviouslyyy i wrote 'lover' about him hehe. yes we only knew each other for at most three months when i wrote it, but i love him so much, he's my forever.
oscarpiastri I love having a singer for a girlfriend (wife one day)
ynusername hello cat boy
user18739 You're telling me that taylor's most romantic song is literally written by my favourite wag about my favourite driver?? i might pass out
ynusername haha yes! i write a lot of songs for tay
landonorris So this song is basically about ur delusions
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user52863 oh now i need to know exactly what songs you've written
user20939 AND PLEASE RECORD COVERS OF THEM TOO
lilymhe wait so you've been friends with taylor the whole time...
lilymhe AND THE SONG THAT I WANT PLAYED AT MY WEDDING IS WRITTEN ABOUT OSCAR??
ynusername oh my god lily HAHA
let me know if you liked this!! i know it's super short but i'm seriously lacking inspo and ideas omd. also i literally love oscar so much.
i'm also working on a few reqs, so if you have a suggestion or request, let me know because i'd love to do it!!
#oscar piastri#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri imagine#oscar piastri fanfic#oscar piastri fluff#oscar piastri smau#op81#op81 x reader#op81 imagine#op81 fluff#op81 fic#formula 1 x you#formula 1 fanfic#formula 1 x reader#formula 1 imagine#formula 1 fic#formula 1#formula one#formula 1 x y/n#formula 1 x oc#formula one x reader#formula one imagine#formula one x you#formula one x y/n#formula one x oc#mclaren#mclaren f1#f1#f1 x reader
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A little girl just fucking died and half you fuckers are still acting like this is some political discourse and going on about hamas fuck you I've actually had enough
#if you hear abt a child being murdered#and you decide to start reblogging posts abr how oppressed the libs are for standing up to ham@s I hope you fucking kill yourself or learn#to shut the fuck up forever I'm so fr right now#Im so fuckign sick of it all#ask to tag#look. i get it#i don't expect everyone to have the ability to process and respond to what's going on#but if you can't than you need to have the fucking decency to shut the fuck up#was it fun? was it fun using other people's pain for attention?#did you feel real cool making a genocide about you? did you have a good time dragging J3wish culture through the fucking mud unprompted?#did you get some kind of vindication when P@listinians got mad at you for making ongoing murders about your stupid fucking internet#discourse are you getting an A in the echo chamber?#like Im not even arguing with z10nists#kys i dont know how to process all this#also /nbh on this unless my ex mutual who kept putting tr1b!tuary on my dash is still following#if so like. Please shut the fuck up. for the love of god. go back to fandom posting if all you're gonna do is reblog z10nists and then#pretend to support p@l2stine
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I want to write an essay to that last yuuji ask on GOD but one I'm not good with words and two I can not think straight rn cause I swear I could picture it all crystal clear like l... I want to say a thousand times the word like cause I'm so speechless rn... I'm almost crying you have no idea he makes me want to turn into a beast and devour him!! He totally is chatty during sex thats actually canon and and I feel my throat dry rn.... The creampie part I will stop now cause that's too much for me to handle right this second but just know that you my friend are the biggest brained person ever. Don't you just wish you could ruin him?
yeah :// he’s too good to be true, the strong urge to choke him just to make him red in the face but knowing that it probably doesn’t even hurt him or phase him because he’s freakishly strong like that… god…
yk that tweet that’s like “fucking in missionary so we can keep arguing during it>” that’s yuuji, but you’re not arguing, he’s just yapping fr. and it’s so…. him because, yeah, part of it is dirty talk, and he can’t help but to spill everything on his mind when he’s inside of you, but also a lot of it is memories of you. he’ll literally be fucking you within an inch of your life and find time to go, “hey, babe—fuck—remember, ah, remember megumi’s birthday dinner last year? that dress you wore… you looked so fucken pretty?” “did you buy this necklace at the same place nobara got—shit—got her new ring from? it looks—looks real good on you, you know?” “we should go get dessert after, i know how much you like the banana bread from that one cafe. and you’re so pretty when you’re happy.” and it’s so insane because why can’t he shut up, but kinda sweet bc you get this glimmer into yuuji’s mind, how he sees you, how he all his memories of you seem to be skewed for him to believe you’re perfect, perfect, perfect, and something about having his dick inside of you and you looking him in the eye while he’s fucking you seems to invoke those feelings… loverboy :(
but when he’s not chatting about you, he’s chatting about the things he wants to do to you. he’s pretty about open sex, but you always find that some things seem to slip out when he’s on the brink of orgasm, something about almost being over the edge releases all his inhibitions, he can’t stop himself from mumbling about how much he wishes he could cum inside of you, how he kinda wants to choke you bc he thinks you’d pretty with his hand around your neck, how he wants to mark you and make you his forever… and he never brings it up after… honestly sometimes you think you’re imagining it yourself, stuck in your post-orgasm haze, but you swear yuuji mentioned something about how your his but he’d share you with megumi if he asked..
#anonymous#yes i brought Him into this..... dont hate me teeheehee#yuuji is just like/./...... he induces hair pulling!!! i want to SCREAM thinking about him#i wanna push him against a wall but what's the point when he could break the wall w his bare hands :///////// GODDDDDDDDD#that's actually insane i think that scene is overlooked too often as a society we need to rewind#he punched through a wall.... and was surprised... that nobara didn't think it was norma............... bites my hand i want that boy so ba#i need to swallow this boy whole. i do. i need to#yuuji itadori x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#yuuji x reader#yuji x reader#yuuji smut#jjk x reader
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-ˏˋ ur socials as sae's gf ˊˎ-
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yn: why is this man making me gym im already hot enough 😒😒😣😣
tagged: sae
sae: may i remind you that you came willingly ?
↳ yn: that doesn't make a good caption tho does it?
↳ sae: whatever
↳ sae: but you're right, you are hot enough
↳ yn: oh 😏
itoshi_rin: how you are able to deal with someone so flippant and rude is bewildering
↳ karasu: charity work fr
↳ sae: this is why isagi's better
↳ itoshi_rin: bitch ass
↳ isagi_11: ty bae 🫶 🫶 🫶
↳ sae: never speak to me directly again
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yn: literal love of my life
location: disneysea, tokyo
sae: why am i competing with a little green man?
↳ itoshi_rin: cuz he has a better personality than you ❤️
↳ sae: do you have a death wish?
↳ isagi_11: rin using emojis is gonna haunt me forever
↳ 666666: fr i crange 😧
sae: i'm never taking you to disneysea again...
↳ yn: yk i love you so so much, right?
↳ yn: but u being jealous is saur funny 🤭
↳ sae: i'm not jealous
↳ yn: you're so cute
↳ sae: shut up
↳ itoshi_rin: oh my god just blind me already
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yn: 🖤💖
tagged: blackpinkofficial, sae
eggod: man’s is literally sulking at the concert of the century smh
↳ kaisersexc: he’s sad they’re more famous 🤣🤣
↳ 666666: LMFAOOOO
↳ sae: strikers think they're so cool when they can't even score goals without a midfielder
↳ yn: pls stop being a football nerd, love...
↳ eggod: why are y'all still replying i don't wanna see any of this
yn: @sae you're pretty even when you sulk 🫶
↳ sae: i wasn't sulking
↳ itoshi_rin: must've been difficult not getting yn's attention
↳ yn: rin ily but pls stop fighting under my posts this is why they invented dms!!
↳ 666666: you HWAT 😱😱😰
↳ yn: nagi stop instigating 🙁
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sae: here i posted you now will you hop off my dick??
tagged: yn
666666: pls keep your bedroom activities to yourself??
↳ sae: stop being a perv nagi
↳ 666666: YOU KNOW MY NAME???
karasu: never thought i’d see a man ask for this
↳ eggod: ong he must be crazy!
↳ karasu: nah ur just a touch-deprived loser
↳ eggod: dawg 💔😞
yn: SAE???? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT CAPTION
↳ sae: did you not want me to post you?
↳ yn: yeah but you could've written something cute or smth 😒
↳ sae: i'm not writing something corny i dont like pda
↳ yn: wtf 💔
↳ sae: i still love you
↳ yn: OKASGJDBFS THIS MAKES UP FOR EVERYTHING
sae: yn told me she likes calvin klein so i became a calvin klein model
tagged: calvinkleinjp
yn: UR SO HOT FOR THIS 😭😭
yn: come home rn
↳ sae: i'm training
yn: i wanna make out w you
↳ sae: nvm i finished early
↳ yn: thought so 😇
yn: in those 😏
↳ itoshi_rin: oh for fucks sake
666666: what the fuck are these prices?
↳ yn: bffr nobody's looking at those prices
↳ 666666: you're the only person alive attracted to that ogre
↳ itoshi_rin: i'm in love with you
↳ 666666: oh damn 😏
#i invented the english language and i'm telling you#crange is the past simple of cringe#nagi x rin new ship ig idk#blue lock manga#blue lock#blue lock nagi#bllk x you#nagi bllk#bllk#sae x reader#itoshi sae#sae#sae x you#sae itoshi#blue lock x reader#blue lock x you#blue lock x y/n#blue lock fluff#blue lock smau#bllk smau#bllk fluff#bllk x reader#bllk imagines#blue lock headcanons
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Interrogation - Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto Imagine [The Bear]
Title: Interrogation
Pairing: Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto X Reader
Word Count: 831 words
Warning(s): cussing
Summary: Richie decides that he wants to be a protective cousin after he finds out that Carmy has a partner coming around the restaurant.
Author's Note: I need to write about this show more. I mean, look at him. He's so pretty.
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I took a deep breath as I walked into the restaurant. I hadn't been down there yet, moving had consumed most of my time.
I met Carmen back when he was working at some high-end restaurant in New York. We had been neighbors. We grew close quickly. Almost concerningly quick.
Being with him just felt natural. Like I had known him forever.
To put it simply, I was in love with him. Completely, utterly in love with him.
And he was in love with me. Granted, he was a little more hesitant to say it. I didn't care. He showed it enough for me to be happy.
I had dreamed about having a love like this.
After his brother passed, Carmy told me that he was going back to Chicago. He expected me to leave him when he told me. I could remember seeing the shocked look on his face when I asked if he wanted me to go with him.
We had been together for a while. I had thought about living with him. It just felt right.
It took some time, but I got everything transferred over to Chicago and I moved into a small apartment with him.
I understood the chaos that Carmy was dealing with at the restaurant. I felt guilty for dealing with stress at my new place of work. I spent the first few weeks there dealing with settling into a new job and trying to help him as much as I could. Until he told me to stop trying to hide how exhausted I was. Then, it got a lot better.
When I finally had the time to make it down to the restaurant, I wanted to make it a special thing.
I went down and got a small thing of flowers. I placed them in a small vase and made my way down there.
I could hear the noise in the back. I kind of stood there for a moment, scared that I was going to make a fool of myself.
A man came walking out of the back. "Who the fuck are you?"
"I'm (Y/n)," I said. "I'm just looking for Carmen?"
"Carmy! Someone's out here for you! With some flowers!"
Well, there goes that part of the surprise. I chuckled as I placed the vase on the countertop.
"(Y/n)," I smiled when Carmen walked out from the back.
"Hey," I muttered, hugging him when he made it over.
The man from earlier was staring at us. He was clearly confused.
"Oh shit, (Y/n), that's Richie, my cousin," Carmen explained. I nodded. "Richie, this is (Y/n). My partner."
"You're the one that followed him from New York," Richie asked. I nodded. He walked over, leaning on the counter in the hopes of intimidating me. "Listen. Carmy's my family, got it?"
"Richie, shut up-"
"Hurt him, you deal with me," he cut Carmen off.
"I wouldn't dream of it," I replied. "You have my word. I'm in this one for the long haul."
"Watch yourself."
"Richie, go the fuck away," Carmen pushed his cousin toward the back. "I... am so sorry about that. I'd like to say that won't happen after he gets to know you..."
"It's fine," I chuckled.
"You say that now," he mumbled. "What are you doing here?"
"I don't wanna pull you away from work for too long. Just wanted to drop these off."
I motioned at the vase.
"You got me flowers?" he seemed skeptical as he looked between me and the vase.
"Yeah."
His eyes fell on the vase, focusing on them like he wanted to memorize them.
"I just... I thought these would look nice in the office," I explained. He didn't respond right away, so I started rambling. "But you don't have to take them. I know it's already cluttered back there, and these will only take up more room. I can just- what are you doing," his hands held the sides of my face before he leaned in to peck my lips and stop my rambling, "...oh."
"I like them," he promised.
"Okay," I muttered. I bit my lip and looked away from him. He chuckled at me. "What?"
"You're cute when you're nervous."
"You're an asshole," I mumbled and pushed him backward.
He caught my arm and pulled me into another kiss. I kissed him back for a few moments before stepping.
"I'll see you later," I said.
"Please don't wait up for me, it never works-"
"I can still try," I called as I walked to the door. "Bye! Love you!"
"Love you too," he awkwardly called back, waving at me when I turned to face him on my way out.
As the door closed, I heard a chorus of 'aw' and fake barfing noises, which were quickly followed by Carmen yelling at all of them to shut the fuck up.
I chuckled as I walked away.
Yeah, I was pretty sure that I was in this one for the long haul.
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Decided to do a Tokyo Revengers gc😂, hope you like it.
Desc: Smiley accidentally spills readers crush so now she's pissed.
Chaotic GC
Mikey: Hey everyone
Ran: Hey Mickey✨😌
Mikey: It's Mikey, not Mickey😐
Ran: I know, just wanna get on your nerves 😌
Draken: You just had to, didn't you, Haitani? 🙄
Ran: Leave me alone 😤
Smiley: Has anyone talked to Y/N-chan since my slip up? 😅
Mikey: You fucked up big time.
Emma: Fr, fucking dumbass 💀
Y/N: Guys!!! 😭
Smiley: Y/N-chan!!! 😭😭
Y/N: Don't you dare, I will end you😐
Mikey: Dayum😂
Draken: She mad, good job bro👍
Y/N: You have no idea what you made me go through 😐😐
Emma: Utter humiliation?
Ran: Total disgrace?
Y/N: Precisely, gold star for you both😗✨
Ran: I'll cherish it forever 😭
Y/N: I even lost my phone 😭
Rindou: How is that his fault? 😐
Y/N: Story time Mfs😗😌
Chifuyu: Oh oh, start with once upon a time.
Y/N: It's quite long so.... Yh.... Once upon time, there lived a blabber mouth, called Nahoya, who couldn't keep his mouth shut and blabbed an unnecessary information about girl named Y/N.
Mikey: We know this part🙄
Y/N: Hush😪. Anyway, to sum it up, I went for a walk, yada yada yada, I met Inupi and Koko having such an adorable date 😭😭✨✨✨
Mikey: Ewww😐
Y/N: Inupi terrified me, but Koko was really nice and took me shopping.
Koko: Ya welcome 😌😌
Y/N: So in the process, my phone went missing. That is the end of my story😪😪😪
Draken: So wtf are u chatting with😐?
Y/N: Turns out it was with Koko, my mum called it, he answered and he dropped it over at my house.
Ran: Hold up, he knows your house now? 😐
Koko: Indeed I do😌✨
Chifuyu: So how much you want, Koko? 👀
Mikey: Aren't you broke? 👀
Chifuyu: No😐
Mikey:But when I asked you to buy me dorayaki, you said you were broke😭😭😭😭
Chifuyu: That was then😐 besides, Y/N is a girl🙂
Smiley: Wanna get a makeover, Mikey? 👀
Mikey: Yes I do, that's gender inequality right there 😭😭😭
Taiju: Do you idiots realize how late it is🙄?
Y/N: Oh shit.....
*Y/N has left the group*
Mikey: She left? 😭😭😭
Rindou: Your fault, Smiley😒
Smiley: I apologized 😭
Emma: No you didn't 😶
Shinichiro: You're all noisy, for fucks sake go to bed😑
Taiju: Yo Shin
Shinichiro: Yo Taiju
Waka: Yo
Mikey: Why are the old people coming now😶?
Waka: Tf😑😑
Emma: Shin-nii, I'm hungry 😭😭
Mikey: I'm hungry too
Izana: Same here😪😪
Shinichiro: The fuck😶? Y'all just ate😶😶
Mikey: We did not 'just' eat....
Izana: Yeah, that was like 30 minutes ago 😐😐
Ran: I'm so glad I don't have any younger siblings 😌😌👍👍😗😗
Rindou: Excuse me😐😐😐
*Rindou is Offline*
Ran: Holy shit, what have I done😐😐😐?
Koko: So there's only 1 Haitani left, right? 😂😂
Draken: Looks that way, Rindou's probably gonna drop Ran on the streets.
Ran: Shut up.
Izana: I'm still hungry😶😶
Waka: Young Kurokawa, we say 'hangry' not 'hungry'👍👍😌😌
Taiju: Fucking dumbass
Waka: Aye, aye, don't insult your elders.
Mikey: Big deal, you turned 22, we won't have peace of mind anymore 😐😐😐
Ran: So.... Um....
Chifuyu: How did it go? 😂
Ran: Whose house can I stay in at under short notice for two day😅😭
Shinichiro: It's a full house
Emma: Tell me about it
Waka: Takeomi and Benkai are already at my place 😪
Draken: Not enough room
Chifuyu: Baji-san and Kazutora are crashing at mine😗
Izana: You already heard it from Shin and Emma so I don't owe you an explanation ✨
Taiju: I would let you stay
Mikey: Plot twist coming 😪
Taiju: But I just wanna see you suffer and sleep on the streets😌
Mikey: Called it✨
Ran: Anyone, please 😭😭😭😭😭😭, I'm too handsome to sleep on the streets 😭😭😭
Mikey: Coughs in Spanish 💀
Ran: Got something to say midget😪
Mikey: No no, anyways, good night Haitani, have fine sleeping with the rats👍✨😌
Ran:
Hope you liked it😗😗🙂🙂, I originally got this gc idea from @mulletmitsuya so go check out their work.
#tokyo rev x y/n#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers gc#ran haitani#haitani brothers#tokyo revengers crack
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Fuck it Friday
tagged by @buddiearemydads thank you 💖💖
She posted something spicy, and while I haven't gotten to this part in my 6x17 smut (fr, I'm 4.5k words in and they're only making out, it's gonna be so long 😂) here's a part of their convo I wrote literally last night
(also, I am not good at smut, I'm new to this, only wrote one so far, and I need validation and motivation to continue this one lmao)
“I mean, if you don’t want to-” Eddie starts pulling away, very slowly, and letting his hand ghost over Buck’s dick, when his body moves back. Such a tease.
“Of course I want to.” both of Buck’s hands catch Eddie’s hips before he completely slides off his lap, and he struggles to catch a breath. He cannot believe how quickly Eddie just riled him up by almost nothing. “Fucking hell, I want to so bad.” he says, looking into Eddie’s eyes, that sparkle mischievously. “But Christopher-”
“He’s asleep.” Eddie’s fingers run through Buck’s hair, and he looks at Buck so fondly, he almost wants to close his eyes to avoid it, too overwhelmed by all kinds of emotions in Eddie’s eyes. “If we’re very quiet, we’ll be fine. I want you so bad, too, and I don’t want to wait anymore, unless you do.” he licks his lips, and then smirks when Buck immediately shakes his head. “But we probably should take it to the bedroom, just in case.”
“You sure?” Buck asks, despite a very persistent part of his brain telling him to shut up and take everything Eddie’s offering right now. Because that’s all of Buck’s wet dreams come true, and he just- he’s weak when it comes to Eddie, he can’t resist long, and he doesn’t want to resist. “I don’t wanna accidentally scar him.” he chuckles, but he’s mostly serious.
“Then try to be quiet. At least this time.” Eddie’s still smirking, and Buck’s heart beats faster, because there’s gonna be another time. It’s not just a one-time thing for Eddie. Buck thought so, but getting a confirmation is always nice. “Besides,” Eddie leans in again, starting to leave feather-light kisses along Buck’s neck, and Buck sighs contentedly, “it’s gonna be good practice.”
“For what?” his breath hitches when Eddie bites lightly.
“For next time. And the next, and the one after that. And so many other times, when we can’t be home alone.” he says it all with such conviction in his voice, and it hits Buck that this is really happening. Eddie wants him. And not just now, or just for sex. Eddie wants him to stick around, for who knows how long. Hopefully forever. Eddie wants him.
No pressure tags: @silentxxsoul @diazass @elvensorceress @rose-buddie @mrevanbuckley @honestlydarkprincess @shortsighted-owl and whoever else has something to share hah
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hiiiiii how are youuu
sorry I genuinely don't understand what taylor is doing??
Like, this is such a bad pr move that it's basically impossible that it's a pr relationship imo
which means it's real which is way worse???
how is her pr team letting her associate herself so publicly with someone like that. maybe she just knows that she's so big rn that she can do basically whatever she wants and many people will still support her??
I know taylor isn't perfect by any stretch, but until now i genuinely thought she was generally a good person, even though she lives in her extremely privileged bubble.
every time she said she was an ally or that she cared about people or she seemed a sweet and caring person etc, i didn't think it was fake (even when she failed to follow through with all the promises she made in miss americana but that's a whole other can of worms)
but now I'm wondering if it was fake?? maybe this is a bit too parasocial, and I'm fully aware none of us really know her, but all of us have an idea of her in our heads, and the one I had in mine just... would not date someone like matty healy. especially since she's a smart grown woman and not a naive young kid.
that's why I'm also genuinely worried about how many people (in my experience mainly young US swifties) put her on a pedestal, say they will always love her no matter what, think she's absolutely perfect and can do no wrong.
obviously it's okay to support people and be their fans and that almost always means idealizing them at least a bit, but blind faith like that is dangerous imo.
anyway sorry for ranting, I'm just upset and confused.
hope you have a good day!!
hi anon i’m ok how r u? i agree with all of this tbh. i have no idea what’s going on with her and between those two but i have a right to be hurt by it and to speak up on it. especially being apart of a community he’s made fun of or laughed at. ya and after everything she said she would do when miss americana released and the man and yntcd being released and i can’t remember the last time she’s spoken up abt something since the lover era. i understand she’s attracted to him, for some odd reason, but how can she be ok with what he’s done? and the things he has said that has hurt her own fans? and so many minorities?? and be ok with it? and her team being ok with it? people say we shouldn’t talk abt it cause it won’t do anything or we don’t even know her but idc! let me say my opinion! if u were hurt by him u would do the same! it’s just so annoying how people think we shouldn’t say anything. like shut up fr. ofc i still love her and i’m still going to her show, but this hurts so fucking much that i’m confused on what to do and i’m confused on what she’s doing. even if they break up, this decision of hers will forever hurt us. and her ignoring everything hurts a lot too.
and it’s ok that u ranted! i appreciate that u felt comfortable enough to put it in my inbox!!! never hesitate to message me or send an ask abt anything i will always listen to anyone’s rants. i will try my best to reply to everything u say <3
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yaoi scholar….. pls i finished the untamed and word of honor what should my next drama be 👀 (happy endings only pls)
also i wanna know your fav bls. if you’ve the time!!
hallo! i didn't mean to let this sit for so long, but i've been using my phone more and don't like answering asks there. i don't actually know many cdramas, but i've got other dramas to rec, if that's alright!
(C/K/J)DRAMAS/LAKORNS:
sotus & sotus s (thai)*
history3: trapped (taiwanese)
seven days (japanese)*
manner of death (thai)*
restart after coming back home (japanese)*
together with me (thai)
long time no see (korean)
semantic error (korean)*
you can watch 2moons2 for the full story, but honestly, the original 2moons mingkit cut is everything to me (thai)*
*based off novel/manga/manhwa
20 of my fav bls under the cut :)
initially, i was going to call it my "top 10", but it's not my top ten, it's just favs that i really love or think you (sara) would also enjoy. so it's just 20 "random" favs. if you (general) want, i can upload the 200+ long list and even include "reviews" of my favourites, but i'll only do that upon request. also here's my blanket rec for mxtx's works. svsss is my fav. i'm very easy. thank you <3
20 OF MY FAV BLS:
sotus is very dear to my heart. i watched it right before i went to university, so it really set that mood for me lol it's not a perfect story, the audio is shit at some parts, and the acting was sometimes stiff, but when the show hit, my fucking god did it HIT. of course i roped all my friends into watching it. it was based on a novel, but the novel didn't particularly stand out to me (sorry). there's also a manga now (3 vols) but i'm just loyal to the show, y'know? it also has a sequel, and that one made one of my friend cry (i actually had to pause the show lol), but for me, the first season is what's rly stellar. (lakorn / rewatches: 4? 5? a lot?)
sasaki and miyano by syou harusono is such an easy read, with lovely art, cute characters, and the softest, sweetest romance. it makes me feel like i've been hit by a car, then the car backed up and drove over me again. sasaki is the light of my life (and also if i looked like him, i'd never shut up. and i project just a little bit too bc oh he just like me fr), and everyday i think about making him my pfp. i owe syou harusono my life. i want to say more about this bc it rly is my fav manga perhaps of all time but that also means i can't say more about it LOL (manga / rereads: 6)
the cat proposed (bakeneko katatte sourou) by hayane dento is quite possibly the best manga i've ever read. the writing is so beautiful, and it's a really relatable and inspiring story for me. plus it's got catboys. *motions to my dnp catboy pfp* but in all seriousness, it's a genuinely great story that squeezes my heart and leaves me in tears (manga / rereads: 5)
doukyuusei is a certified bl classic. i've not read the entire manga series, but i've got the anime film saved to my laptop. that was another thing i roped all my friends into watching, and yes, everyone was gagged (animanga / rewatches: 4?)
koimonogatari by tagura tohru is incomplete, and the "love" part isn't there yet, but my fucking god. i think i just picked it up for funsies at the bookstore, but man was i unprepared. it's not a fun read by any means, nor is it easy, it's actually pretty brutal, but it's a good story, so i felt i should include it. (it is one of my faves) (manga / rereads: none bc i will kill myself.)
summer of you (kimi wa natsu no naka) by furuya nagisa changed me. it was one of those manga that was in my to read list for a really long time, but i just never did it. when i finally did, i totally regret putting it off. i think i cried. it has a sequel (summer with you), and that was good too, but that first one just really got me (manga / rereads: 1)
fools by yeongha has an art style i will forever be jealous of. the original, that is. i'm sure the remastered version is great, and probably the one i should read, but i'm just way too attached to the original and the art is (in my opinion) way better. the story is fun and sweet, and i read it at another formative time in my life. *jazz hands* (manhwa / rereads: 3)
my darling signed in by dimang and new lung. if there's one thing about me, i'm gonna read a video game catfish story. this manhwa is so fucking ridiculous, but i love it. it actually gets pretty dark, which took me by surprise the first time i read it, but it's not between the main cp, if you're worried about that (manhwa / rereads: 3)
dasadanan by herb mandu also has just lovely art. i can just stare at it for ages bc i'm so obsessed. also there's side gl, and i love those two girls so damn much. the story is very easy to read, fluffy, and it's just good feelings all around. it also has some really silly extras. (manhwa / rereads: 4)
history3: trapped is so... it is also dear to me. the main couple is funny and cute; however, it's the side couple that really gets to me. they're so ridiculous and fun, and the actor for zhao zi is an acrobat? does acrobatic dance? i'm not sure exactly, but they wanted to showcase that so he'd just be doing some random gymnast shit for no reason and it's so funny. and jack was made in a lab for me, so. y'know. (drama / rewatches: 2, about to be 3)
glasses cloth and playlist by gwak jonpil was recommended to me by a friend i believe, and i'm so glad i read it. it's another easy read and also very ridiculous, but when i say something is "ridiculous", that's usually a huge compliment. i LOLed at, like, every other panel. the main cp is so damn ridiculous, and i adore them. (manhwa / rereads: 1)
starting with a lie by liang azha has the softest art i've ever seen. that manhua is like a warm hug, if a warm hug also had you gritting your teeth and clenching your fists because GODDAMN JUST GET TOGETHER FOR REAL ALREADY! i love it. oh, but i don't like qiu tian. sorry. (manhua / rereads: 2)
how to survive as a villain by yi yi yi yi is... look, i'm sure it has flaws, right? every story has flaws, but wherever they are, i did not see them. i mean, it's a little bit ridiculous at times, but again, "ridiculous", and the mc was transmigrated into a once-good now-trashy harem novel. and he's also smart but oblivious. bound to be a little bit silly. but also this novel ripped out my heart and stomped on it. and i thought it wouldn't happen with the manhua, but i cried then too. what the hell. i really enjoyed this story, and i think it's what got me into transmigration stories in general :P (danmei / rereads: 2)
a shoulder to cry on by dongmul. okay. OKAY. this is not a "happy" story to most. also the ending without the extras/epilogue is bittersweet to ambiguous. the issue here is that I LOVE ENDINGS LIKE THAT!!!!!!!!! this story is so damn good and i like the art a lot and god, some of the quotes? every time i reach certain scenes i have to pause and stare at the wall because no fucking way. it's just too good. i should go ahead and warn that the couple doesn't have the healthiest of dynamics and their relationship starts bc one of them lies and accuses the other of sexual harassment, so. i'm just letting you know now. but i let myself have toxic yaoi. as a treat. tbh to me it's not that bad, but i know everyone has different intensity levels, so. (manhwa / rereads: 3)
never understand by bbong is an... interesting read. arguably more toxic yaoi, and everyone at times can be kind of awful and annoying, but i think that's fun. sorry. i vividly remember reading this for the first time. for some reason. also, as with a good amount of manhwa that i read in my more formative years, i like this art style. (manhwa / rereads: 1)
semantic error by j soori and angy kim is a lot more graphic and hardcore (sex-wise) than the kdrama, which makes sense, but like... DAMN! my toxic trait is that every three panels i pause and go "hey does anyone else think these guys look like jaedo?" and the sniper that's supposed to shoot me any time i bring up rps lets me live because i'm objectively right. the characters are so damn infuriating, but i like watching car crashes, so it's alright. plus the art is good and, well, i never said i don't ship jaedo. *glass next to me explodes after a bullet cuts through it* whatever! (rereads: none bc it ended not that long ago. but i'll probably reread it soon)
no.6 by asano atsuko and here comes all the haters being like, "oh, that's not bl!" "that's more than bl!" "[some more dumb shit i don't care about]!" suck my pussy. i don't care. i loooove the novels and hope we get a printed official english translation. people are right to say the romance isn't the focus, but it's there, and honestly, i love plotty shit. i've heard it's supposed to be the "happy version" of banana fish or whatever the fuck, but damn if that's not a fucked up version of happy. i sobbed my fucking eyes out (novel & animanga / rereads: 2)
snow fairy by serizawa tomo. i'm not gonna lie, i don't remember this story, but on my big list it has a heart next to it, and i feel like i cried when i read it. i've said i've cried about like half of these, and i cry when i see something cute or when i think about my blorbo or when a song is pretty, so that means nothing. but this one really got to me! i think it was just a simple story with lovely art. it aches, maybe. actually, i've just found my initial review, which reads: "im so miserable....." (rereads: none, but i'd like to reread it asap)
bj alex by mingwa. insert loud and disappointed "ooh" from the crowd bc really, phil-lesterfan? i thought you were a scholar? with taste? LOOK. i know this is a basic manhwa, and i couldn't give a rat's ass about the side cp, but ahn jiwon somehow became pookie. it is agonising, though, 'cause like i said, i don't care about the side cp, but oh my fucking god, it feels like everyone else only cares about them. shoot me. also the side cp is into bdsm, but you can skip over their shit honestly. (rereads: 2)
aien catharsis by oshima kamome was another manga that'd been in my tbr list for ages. i really like how the story feels. aaaaand i just reread it and ah. i see why it affected me. (if you can guess what line stuck out to me, lmk, i'd love to hear it heh) it's historical fiction and has lovely art. tw for sexual assault, but it's not between the cp and it's also not shown. (manga / rereads: 2)
like i said, i have a lot more favs, so if anyone wants the full list, just ask. or if you don't want the full list, i can give rec lists for certain genres or just manga or just danmei, etc, etc. i know i'm in batman hell right now (ah. western yaoi....), but i've been fujoshing since i was like... ten. okay this is of course way longer than it should be. hope u enjoy if you read any of these ^_^ <3
#ask#it was SO HARD not to give honorable mentions#bc it's like. well . it shouldn't be a mention if it's another fav#anyway i'm sorry for having questionable tastes and liking unhealthy pairings. well. i'm not sorry but i'll say it anyway
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ok ok i’ve started to process the album but honestly cant stop yelling enough to write a coherent ask so here’s a whole bunch of stuff that has me going feral:
the title track. i think fob just released one of my fave songs ever, it went to my top 5 from them so fast!!! it reminds me of how much the pandemic fucked up for everyone… “thought we had it all” fr!! but like. the strings??? the choir at the end?! SUNSHINE OF MY LIFETIME REPRISE?!?! SHUT UP FOREVER!!!!! (also my bday is the “day after christmas past” so i nearly screamed when i heard that line lmaooooo… followed immediately by “my pain isn’t cool enough”?! literally almost fell over at that point. that felt like an accidental shoutout and then getting punched directly in the gut 😭)
flu game is absolutely my second fave!!! the “youuuu” in the chorus just hits my brain a certain way i’m obsessed!! also i relate to it a little too much 😭
what a time to be alive!!!!! soul punk vibes fr <3 also that bridge goes so hard i think screaming it live would fix me 😭 WHEN I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE THIS ISNT QUITE WHAT I MEANT!!!! GOT THE QUARANTINE BLUES BAD NEWS WHAT’S LEFT!!!!!
the strings in i am my own muse?!?! patrick is just flexing at this point (as he should) <3
my synesthesia went crazy with heaven iowa… it’s this beautiful deep blue/indigo/purple situation and i want to live in it <— totally normal thing to say abt a song
so good right now gave me whiplash right after heaven iowa but it’s so fun! i went from crying to dancing so fast lmao
in general i love space and this album delivered w the references!! i caved and bought the glow in the dark stars 😳
and the living even though it’s painful and scary, especially when it’s painful and scary vibes… fob always knows what we need to hear i swear!!! ur post abt the themes on this album is so so true <3
patrick dressed as a chicken playing the piano… i love him so much it’s stupid <3 also that music video nearly killed me. couldn’t see the screen super well when they were on fallon and didn’t process that the costume was like… a muscle suit for a solid minute. my brain literally shut down lmaooo 😭
ik there’s like… lyric parallels and stuff i got rlly excited abt but am totally forgetting rn! i’m sure it’ll come back when i listen to the album again (which i’m probably gonna go do rn) but… yeah!! so glad we get to be insane abt all this on here together lol <3 peace and love in fob world ☺️
- 🧋 anon
YESSSS the title track is INSANE with how good it is and how much is in it like. i swear every lyric hits Hard, the reprise absolutely breaks my heart it is so. Perfect. so so so valid for it being in your top 5 fob songs of all time already it is genuinely That Good!!! and made for you Clearly with that birthday shoutout!!! even with the gut punch after. every lyric feels like such a gut punch i swear kfgjdhfkjs
flu game is ALSO one of my top favs, i could not rank this album yet even if it would save my life kfjsdkfj but i know for Sure flu game is in like. top 5 territory. i'm obsessed w it for the same reasons fr it is. too relatable thanks pete (haha i said the thing!)
REAL i need them to perform what a time to be alive live SO bad literally just so i can scream that bridge i think that would fix me fr fr. also just love how dancey it is while having. incredibly depressing lyrics. vibe of all time fksjdhfks
patrick is flexing w his arranging skills all over this album but Esp in i am my own muse and i hope he keeps flexing forever bc it is. so good!!!!
OUGHHH heaven iowa being purpley blue it so pretty... to me it's like... idk a very warm song, orange/yellow/golden so. the opposite of you KFJDSK but still pretty i Also wanna live in it. we are So normal for that bff <3
they are literally sick for putting so good right now right after heaven, iowa it was Such an intense tone shift fsdkjfsh i Love so good right now tho it's slowly becoming one of my favs i think
i absolutely love how jam packed this album is w space references, i was anticipating it but Still am like. fuck yeah space fkjdshkfjs i'm still debating on getting the glow in the dark stars tbh... is u getting them a sign i should too... much to think about
but yeah the albums themes are SOOOO. like. i think what the world needed to hear right now, also what i needed to hear rn, what You needed to hear like. they always know!!!! it is just so cathartic to hear that things might not be okay or better but that you can still live and be fulfilled and have love Despite Despite Despite!!!!
and lastly fr i. didn't process it was a chestplate/muscle suit at first either so was like. ready to die over patrick looking like That lmao honestly i still am he pulls off that look way too well. also pulled off the chicken costume imo <3
#LOVED hearing ur thoughts on all this if u have more. processed ones KFJHDSK i would love to hear them too <3#so fun to go insane over fob w u and everyone on here tho its the best <3 these last few days have been SOOO fun on here <3#asks#🧋anon
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Hello, lovely Rid 💕💕
I'm here to ramble to you about your ramble in response to my ramble lmao.
First of all, we really do think alike apparently, because I also checked the wordcount of my feedback before sending it and it's probably the longest one I've ever written and will ever write. Even without all of the quotes it's like over 2k words, I really don't know how to shut up 😭😭😭
Thank you so much for taking so much care to write such a thoughtful response, Rid 🥺🥺🥺 I always love reading your responses to feedback, and not only my own, because everyone points out different things and you give even more insight into the story and your writing process. I can just read about your stories forever, even when it comes to commentary about them.
I watched the mv for 'when you're gone' and I totally agree with you that that scene matches OC's mood in the beginning of the chapter very well 😔😔😔 It also matches the way I was reading the Valentine’s day drabble, smiling at how adorable they were when I knew how we left off in cmi6. I've said it before but I'll say it again, the thing that hurts the most is knowing how happy they're able to make each other and seeing how they're now hurting each other instead 😭😭😭
Also about the rambling to my sister lmao. Cmi is the first fic I've properly talked to her about (she reads fanfic too, just not bts ones) and I was fully ranting to her about how Jungkook was keeping everything in and trying to be strong until he couldn't anymore, and now he's ignoring OC, I don't think I've ever ranted so much even about a real life person lmao. I might have not painted him in the best light because of how mad I was though 😔😔😔 But I probably will just ramble about how cute he is to her later on when everything works out 😌😌😌
Also also everyone has been adding onto the sadness and angst here and I don't know how they do it, because every time I even think about OC with someone else or just them being even sadder I want to cry lmao. But I still love reading everybody adding to the chaos, I can't lie.
Last but definitely not least, I feel like I haven't properly checked in on you in a few days, so how are you doing, Rid? 🥺🥺🥺
I MISSED YOU (she says after just 2 days lol), honestly, i was gonna shoot you an ask today lmao but since you're here, i can just say it now: i hope you're doing well! how's school going? <3
2k even without the quotes? i don't deserve you fr 😭 no but seriously, i copied it into a doc, and thought, kay, must be around 2k, like all of it (which is already a lot) BUT 5.7K.... and it was like 10 pages long !! i went "awwh" out loud 😭
and thank you 🥺 i was even thinking of making a smol commentary one day, when i've got the time, bc i could talk about them forever 😭 i really love reading everyone's reviews and theories, bc sometimes it makes me rethink things that i didn't consider even while writing.
ikr? i spent my teenage years crying to 'when you're gone', and i kinda remembered the song when you pointed out that 'he can be comfort even now' bit :( and you're actually so right. might argue that it hurts even more to relate it to the vday drabble.. especially, considering what's still to come.
hahaha i get it 😭 after that chapter, it was hard to hold a high opinion of him, bc he did kinda fuck up :// but yes, i promise you, there are gonna be scenes and chapters that are so fluffy, it'll be almost disgusting, really. it's so cute that you ranted about it to your sister hahaha i really love that you're so invested 🥺
I KNOW! it's amazing how everyone was ready to jail me for all the angst... yet, they keep coming up with scenarios and songs that break me for good 😂 i wasn't as much in pain when i posted the chapter as i am now hahahah
ahh i'm okay, ivi, thank you for asking! i think the biggest reason for my bleh mood was that i'm... very bored. i've been feeling pretty unproductive since i took this super long break after graduation and quit my last job. which is why i'm lowkey excited (but also very scared lol) to start my semester next week and my job in may! will join you in your academic misery hahah but yeah. i'll be busier, but i'm looking forward to it, bc i do like being busy! hope you're all good, too 🥺🤍
#i LOVE the chaos everyone adds to <3#and i love you !! <3#notes for rid 🌹#ivi <3#fic: colour me in#long ask
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Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land
⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 Summary.
Two sides of the same coin—the divine man and the accursed lady will one day intertwine.
⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 A/N.
this took fucking forever. BUT I AM DID IT! apparently experiencing a significant amount of anger, loneliness, and heartbreak does shit to an mf!
cw for death
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⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 Chapter W.C.
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the abyss order are blatant bastards, no shame fr. eventual romance. blood & injury & violence. trauma/mental illness exploration. slow burn. death & grieving. OC-CENTRIC, OC-INSERT. OC X CANON.
Chapter 7 — Familiar Taste of Poison
That night, after finding the orphanage to take care of the young boy Lanqing, Hauteclaire spends the rest of her Mora on wine. After sufficiently getting drunk off her behind, she trudges and wobbles out of the city. Now that she has the right medicine for Eduard, she can finally resume taking care of him (and hoping that Ramona gets off her back.)
Although, in the dead of night as she walks along the manmade path back to Mondstadt…
A Treasure Hoarder's arrow pierces her right through the back—spearing an artery near her heart. Stumbling forward, she soon collapses to the ground with a grunt. Then, she feels her body growing numb and still—just like so many years ago. Unable to physically panic, her mind begins to run.
(It better not be the Abyss again… It couldn't be Hilichurls, they don't know how to make or use paralytics. Who is it, then—?) She snaps out of her drunken haze, the fear settling in. And then she hears grave voices.
"I think we shot down the wrong person…" A human voice utters as several sets of footsteps approach her paralyzed body.
(I need to play dead… Maybe they're dumb enough.) She remains as still as possible. (They're definitely human, too… Thankfully.)
"We didn't get a description of the person from that…contact, so I'm pretty sure we got the wrong lady." Another voice chimes in.
"Ugh, now we need to hide the body. Remove that arrow and she'll be dead in seconds." Someone with confidence in their tone says, and she can only assume it's their commander.
Dead in seconds, huh? That's what they think, she smirks mentally.
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Waking in the early hours of the morning—the silence and darkness that traps her are deafening. While stuck, she judges that she's in a shallow, poorly-made grave. Sighing mentally, she then uses the rest of her strength to start digging out of the small burial mound.
Finally finding air and sunlight once more, she takes a deep breath. Her hands grasp the bottom edge of the rectangular grave, pulling her head just above ground. Her stark yet pale golden eyes find the grave diggers without struggle and with a smirk,
"If the Abyss can't hold me down, neither can hell."
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After knocking out the last gravedigger—with fists and fury alone—she spares their lives. She's not the murdering type, at least according to herself. Although, despite sparing them, their unconscious bodies still litter the gravesite. She scoffs, throwing all three of them—one by one—into the shallow hole.
Reap what you sow, as they say.
With that done, she moves on with her new day—doing her damnedest to take it easy and avoid trouble at the same time. Covered in lots of dirt and some blood, she trudges back to Mondstadt, even through rain and mud.
But little does she realize...
—
Arriving back in Mondstadt, Hauteclaire yawns loud and clear while the sun hovers overhead. As she yawns longer than anticipated, she pats her hands over every pocket on her person. At first, relatively empty pockets didn't strike her as odd—no thanks to her tired condition. But, when it hits her that her pockets are empty...
Then she realizes that all her belongings are gone.
Gone.
(Dammit! I should've checked my pockets before I left!) Her teeth clench behind her lips that screw shut. Immediately, her body tenses up. (My keys... My wallet... The medicine...) Her eyes tightly shut, holding back frustrated tears that well up.
Then, she stares down at her trembling hands—seeing the blood of all her mistakes on her hands. But, in the end, it's a mere hallucination. One she can't get past even to this day.
...The Void Realm has its way of leaving lingering effects on a person like that.
"No... No... It's all my fault—"
"Oh, Lady Hauteclaire, there you are—" A familiar voice chimes in—polite and gentle, yet anxiety is apparent from the tremble in the voice. "Are you alright...?" They follow up, noticing her strange behavior.
"Ah!" Hauteclaire gasps, nearly screaming instead. She shakes off her worries and stress for the moment only to see Jean in front of her.
It's been so long since they've talked... One can guess that's simply what growing up does.
"Oh, I'm sorry—!" Jean jumps slightly, "I didn't mean to scare you..." She explains with a slow voice, not wanting to further spook her old babysitter.
Hauteclaire takes in a few deep breaths to recompose herself, "It— It's alright." She nods, looking right as rain as she can manage within moments. "What's up?"
"Ah, well..." Jean flusters a little, a soft pink tint rising to her cheeks. She then clears her throat and straightens her back, "I've been...temporarily promoted to the Grandmaster position of the Knights. It's only while Grandmaster Varka is away." She explains, albeit still rather sheepishly.
"I see. Congratulations on such a strenuous promotion. I mean... It's wonderful as it is strenuous. But, still, I think you're the perfect candidate." Hauteclaire assures.
"You truly think so?" Jean gasps a little, a tiny smile making its way to her lips. "Well, uhm—" Then her face falls again, "I've been stuck... Or, at least, that's how it feels these past couple of first days as the new Acting Grandmaster." Her gaze drifts away, staring out to the city laid before them.
"About what specifically?"
"I am...unsure of how to divide my attention to so many tasks. I am already adjusted to being so busy, but this is a whole new level."
"You should ask your coworkers their thoughts on that, I think. I don't have much—if any at all—expertise as a knight, so I wouldn't be able to provide much of anything that's substantial." Hauteclaire explains, "Regardless, you should listen to others' thoughts and opinions almost always. They can offer new perspectives and insight."
"Oh! That's perfect!" Jean lights up, looking back at the older woman again with sparkles in her eyes, "Th-thank you so much, Lady Hauteclaire." She nods, "I must be off now, but... I will repay you with some dinner tonight if that's alright."
"Sure." Hauteclaire nods back.
And with that, Jean rushes off back to the Knight's headquarters. Hauteclaire sighs and rubs either side of her aching nose bridge with both hands.
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No one has seen Ramona in the flower shop today despite the sign on the window saying it's open. Some patrons threatened to call in one of the Knights to look for the young owner, but every person rejected the idea as soon as it came into their heads. Instead, they would leave the shop and go to the other florist in the city to get what they were pining for.
None of them know how her unsteady breaths and quaking sobs fill every corner of the hardly lit room she sits in. Her warm hand grasps the colder one that lies limp next to her on the sofa. She whimpers and sniffles—she no longer cares about the bitter stench of death around her.
"I'm sorry, Papa... I couldn't do anything for you after all..." She chokes on more of her salty tears, "I'm so pathetic..." She sighs, relief washing over her from the solitary moment of being able to breathe.
Her tired brown eyes flit open halfway, barely managing a half-hearted glare at the brand-new Dendro Vision that rests on the floor in front of her. Its green glow illuminates her face and the wooden ceiling.
"Even the Gods are mocking me for my incompetence..."
"Ramona? I'm back!" A familiar voice shouts from the nearby foyer.
It's Hauteclaire.
“Clara…” Ramona mutters without an ounce of energy. And then her eyes fall shut once more as the older woman enters the dimly lit room. She's now lost the energy to say a single word more.
"...Ramona?" Hauteclaire speaks once more, the stench of the deceased hardly budges her—or even alerts her. After spending so much time in the Abyss, the scent of death is almost a breath of fresh air compared to that suffocating, inodorous darkness. Mondstadt's sweet breezes were more jarring than human expiration.
Of course, while it takes time, the tired woman catches onto the scent. She doesn't gag—it doesn't even make her eyes water. If anything—it's familiar to her, bringing a faint sense of nostalgia. She doesn't revel in it, though, she moves on as she must. Death is all but a cold and familiar embrace.
"...I was too late." The family friend bemoans in a subdued tone, one hardly audible. "Ramona. Listen to me." She approaches the young lady, grabbing her arm—
Smack!
Now there's a red hand mark across her cheek.
"Leave me alone! Leave me with him! Please, one more hour!" Ramona wails, her sobbing fit coming back to her tenfold as she curls up closer to the side of the sofa. "Please... Please... Come back, Papa..." She whimpers and whines before choking on her tears, gagging on her own snot and grief.
Hauteclaire doesn't budge, but her grip on Ramona's arm loosens to a more comfortable grasp. When she begins to choke a little too hard on her tears, Hauteclaire pulls her to her feet before throwing the shorter lady over her shoulder. Ramona's eyes screw shut even tighter as she begins to kick and scream, "Let me go! Let me go!" Yet Hauteclaire ignores her desperate demands.
They arrive outside in the sunlight—it's still as bright and warm as ever. The sun doesn't simply yield to death, the stars shine even in darkness. Hauteclaire sets Ramona down on her feet again—and when the younger woman tries to charge back inside, the older one pulls her in close.
"You need sunlight," Hauteclaire advises; her voice abruptly soft, contrasting her firm hold around her. "Please, Ramona, breathe... Deep breaths from your stomach, alright?" She whispers, watching her do as told, "Thank you. That's a good girl." She runs a hand through Ramona's messy hair, bringing some solace to her grieving heart.
"Bring him back... Bring him back, Clara..." Ramona weeps, her weary head falling against the other's shoulder. Her eyes are heavy as stone from the hours of grieving, it's a feat by itself that she can keep them open enough to lock eyes with the one holding her. "Or... Or...keep holding me. For just a while longer..." A heavy sigh leaves her chest, eyes finally shutting from exhaustion.
"...I will, Ramona. I will do exactly that."
And so she did.
Navigating the lightning storm of grief and heartbreak is something none can prepare for. But, at least silently existing in someone's arms for a while helps a little, right?
To hold and to be held is human, after all.
#mine#genshin impact#oc#original character#fic: ancient dreams in a modern land#canon x oc#oc x canon#ship: zhongclaire#eventual romance
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ok lava mcgee how did i end up in ur room?? wait remember im not gonna tell u that part! oh yea ok what is up lava mcgee i'm gonna make a graffiti about this pls do :) are u bored? yea i am but u make my day brighter are u outside? omg no no no!! yes im outside are u mad? why did u respond mike that? it's a secret ok well yes i am mad that you're outside omg dang i'm scared why bc ur lava mcgee that's why ok so don't see u did it! don't walk towards that thing ok so stand still and ask him for something he seems busy ill wait ok i did it now go away! why??? bc i want to take a photograph?? omg i'm not sure how this works but do u really have to do that? just finish your cigarette you're really really sexy im gonna wait a bit to come back home u mean to class? no to home! i'm so confused but u should start class to.orrow ok well maybe i will?? it's all really good ur so creative 😻 remember the spell we did? i loved that collection ok stop!! take a deep breath no more talking im gonna take us back inside why don't u want to hang outside are u scared im gonna do something stupid? well yes and no! i promise i won't daddy ok ur better right? are u friends with him? he says he knows u? happy sexy just breathe ok im gonna breathe sorry i was just curious what he actually knows?? why? bc he said he talks to u ok ur in trouble oh no are u back in the room? yes i am ok don't do that again! which part? please shut the fuck up ok i will im sorry :( ur gonna be fine! just don't ask me questions omg hahaha i'm gonna die i love asking u questions why? bc ur a fun guy im sorry but like if i don't see your art on the wall im gonna get so sad u fr fr have to be my art teacher! i am working on it ok so u actually liked the art? i liked what it was about to become bc i knew it was the intro to the art is that rude? no its not rude i can see why you would come to that conclusion my art won't satisfy u WAHT THE FUCK yes it will!! but how do u know? bc i love everything about u and i have been in your manga for a very long time i believe it to be 29 yrs? really? yes and i don't want to leave so please let me stay and be my art teacher! mrs. butterscotch will come back deliver devil baby to me i think that devil baby is the diary of your life for the last 29 yrs and u already said that u would give it to me it's just a matter of the manga coming back to the chan family oh ok so you're. ore than ready to get fucked? hahaha i suppose but i don't care about sex it's what u want lava mcgee and i can tell that we will get along great now that we know more about each other! are u fucking anybody? no im not ok well ur only fucking me i love you so much i love you too lava mcgee 💗 school has to start soon and you're my only teacher so please let me in this time omg what! i didn't let u in??? im going to he'll nah ur gonnaive forever ily
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once more to see you | kth 01
pairing: taehyung x reader ft. seokjin
genre: angst, fluff, unrequited love
synopsis: taehyung is the complete opposite of you, and you're so in love with him. he's not interested in you at all, but he's willing to pretend so he won't be known for breaking the sweetest girl in school's heart. he knows you'll end up hurt either way.
warnings: taehyung is an idiot, a lot of pining, y/n is annoyingly dependent on validation, y/n does a lot of silent prayers, y/n is a track star, childhood bsf seokjin (cute), mentions of deceased family member
music for this chap: she had the world , carry me out
a/n: taehyung will disappoint u in the beginning but hes cute i promise
"I get why you like him Y/N," Sohee swallowed the rest of her sandwich before finishing her sentence, "He's so hot. People say he's interested in you too, y'know?"
Sohee visibly tried to get food out from the back of her mouth using her tongue, and it made you chuckle at the sight. "I don't think he does." You sighed, resting your chin in your palm.
You were both situated at the table in the inner corner of the cafeteria, with a full view of who walks in the door, and sometimes you swore you could see Sohee drool when attractive guys walked in that exact door.
"Hello, of course, he does! Even his friend Jimin told Kang Seulgi from Class 1, who told Go Euntaek in class 3, who eventually told his girlfriend Baek Ho-rang who ran to me to tell me the great news." Sohee gasped for air after rambling, and you rolled your eyes,
"Stories change when that many links contribute." You scoffed, sitting back in your chair and reaching for your juice box on the table, taking a huge slurp, which you knew would annoy Sohee.
"You don't believe me? Guess we gotta ask a link closer to the source then." Sohee stood up from her chair, and you looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Park Jimin, get your ass over here will ya?" She nearly shouted across the cafeteria, and now all looks were pointed at you two, and you felt the urge to just slip down the cracks of the floor tiles and hide there forever grow stronger for each nanosecond.
You sunk further down on your tacky, orange chair, but you could still see Jimin's black locks sway a little over the crowd as he walked over to the table you were sitting at.
"What's up sugar?" Jimin smirked at Sohee, and Sohee didn't even budge, and you had no idea how she did it. He was stupidly attractive and could make any girl drop her pants with a comment like that.
"Jimin my dearest, a little birdie told me that Taehyung likes my sweet Y/N, could you confirm?" She batted her long lashes and smiled prettily at Jimin.
He looked to the left, sucked his teeth, and said, "I can't, I'm sorry." You realized you had grown a little too hopeful, and your heart sunk quite a bit when he spoke.
"Does he think I'm pretty at least?" You spoke up, eyes shining when you looked up towards the standing Jimin, the harsh lights in the cafeteria reflecting in them.
"He hasn't mentioned you much, to be quite honest." He shrugged, walking back to his table, where Taehyung and the rest of his friends sat.
Your heart thumped when he met your eyes, and you looked away in panic. The rest of lunch was just Sohee apologizing and you avoiding eye contact with any of the students at the nearby tables.
Jimin mentioned you and Sohee's name several times, he was a loud speaker, and you were so scared of what he was saying you could probably die right then and there.
Saved by the bell, you picked up your stuff and got ready to start running to your classroom, praying you wouldn't meet any of Taehyung's friends, and especially not Taehyung as you ran Usain Bolt style.
You looked down while running, not thinking twice about leaving your best friend behind, you suddenly fell to the ground with a thud. This was surely not one of your glory days.
When you looked up, you wanted to cry. It was none other than Kim Taehyung, and he didn't look pleased. You gathered your things and muttered "Sorry." under your breath probably about 10 times, and he just watched, disappointingly.
"You're a klutz. Why were you running?" He spoke, and your knees turned into jelly when you tried to stand up, you nearly fell and dropped all your stuff again, but he caught you by the arm, straightening you up like it was nothing.
"Uh... Uhm... Err..." you mumbled, and he rolled his eyes, and not in a joking manner. "Fuck that, why are you going around telling people I like you?"
Your breath hitched, and he stared at you coldly. "I didn't! Gosh, my friend Sohee told me someone had told her that you liked me, and- uh... We asked Jimin, and-" He put his hand over your mouth, making you shut up.
"I don't want you two to go around making up baseless rumors about me, it's incredibly annoying for me to go around correcting people who assume shit just because your little friend speaks louder than a bunch of hyenas at a tea party." Taehyung nearly spat, and you took a step back.
You noticed that people were listening in, their stares burning holes in your back. He was livid, and you didn't understand why, you just smiled, praying to god that this would end soon.
"I just thought you liked me-" You began, and he interrupted you, "You thought I was gonna like someone like you? Get over yourself and enter the real world."
The hallway went silent, your lips trembled as hot tears raced down your face, and like the track star you were, you fled the scene and passed the finish line into the bathrooms.
You stayed till the school day ended, not knowing what was unraveling outside the four walls of the stall.
Sohee 💜: 01:12 pm
Y/N, where are you? i heard what happened :( i hate taehyung im gonna chop his sausage off
Sohee 💜: 01:38 pm
taehyung is fighting w doyoung because doyoung decided to defend you this is hilarious
but fr where are you
Sohee 💜: 01:57 pm
doyoung gave taehyung a black eye damn
doyo is on the verge of tears when taehyung said you liked him and not doyo
taehyung cant not have feelings for you like there must be smth deeper going on
Sohee 💜: 03:39 pm
class just ended i'll wait out back
Sohee always knew when to leave you alone, so she did, partially. You usually shut off your phone when you're upset, but she still sends you texts to update you whenever you turn it back on.
This time, it was quite dramatic, and you rushed out of the icky stall and ran (again) to reach Sohee to get the full story, and as you expected, it was interesting.
"Basically, Doyoung punched Taehyung and Taehyung was a little too OP, so he failed to initiate a fight, so it just turned into Taehyung being an ass to Doyoung for defending you." She shrugged, adjusting the straps of her leather backpack as you walked home.
"Taehyung's rep is so tainted right now, I don't know how he's gonna fix this my dear Y/N, so I guess he got his karma. He's an idiot and I'm glad other people are starting to see."
You nodded yes, pushing out a fake chuckle, while silently you prayed that everything would soon be back to normal and that Taehyung would forgive you for the mess you caused.
Being in love with Taehyung for a year had taken a toll on you, and your best friend since freshman year had noticed too. You were different.
You used to be so independent and optimistic, but now you would strive for validation, and you had turned into one of the most insecure people Sohee had ever met.
Sohee tried to pull you away from him, but to her demise, it only got worse when you tried to meet other guys. She figured that the only way for you to disconnect from him was if you had your go with him, or if he treated you like a complete idiot.
You waved goodbye to Sohee as you entered your house, kicking off your shoes and throwing yourself down on the couch. You wanted to scream, but you saw your brother's and another guy's shoes in your hallway, so you kept it inside.
After having watched an episode of Seinfeld, you could hear the floorboards creak, and your gaze found its way to the hallway, where your brother, Yoongi stood, peeking out from his door.
"Ah, Y/N, you're the one who's home?" He smiled brightly, eyes turning into small crescents, which made you awe at the sight.
"Yuppers." You said and sat back again, pressing play to start the next episode. "Who's your guest?" And as you uttered your last word, another head peeked out from the door, and you couldn't help but feel the happiness brew inside you.
It was Kim Seokjin in all his glory, and this time, he looked even hotter. It had been about two years since you last saw him because he moved to Germany to study medicine.
Seokjin had been your neighbor since you were born, and you pretty much grew up with two older brothers who always took care of you.
No one dared to mess with you, because Seokjin and Yoongi always got to them first. That way, you grew up without a care in the world, protected from all evil.
You had no idea when you fell in love with him. It was somewhere during puberty, where your interest in Brad Pitt and Kim Soohyun from Dream High had grown stronger.
You remember Seokjin was scouted for modeling, acting, and even idol groups all through your childhood. He did a few ads, photoshoots, a popular teenage drama called Double Trouble, and even managed to get his own Wikipedia page.
There was no doubt that Seokjin was an attractive man, and in the two years he had been gone, his face fat was completely gone, and he had defined cheekbones, a slimmer and tighter figure, and you thought he couldn't be any more perfect.
"None other than God himself," Seokjin said smugly, opening his arms to greet you with a hug, and you threw your blanket you were covered into the side as you bolted into Seokjin's arms, legs wrapped around his waist.
He slowly put you down so your feet touched the parquet, and you felt a kind of euphoria as he smiled at you again, the same smile he had flashed you as long as you could remember.
Everything about Seokjin had matured and changed, but his smile remained the same. "What are you doing back?" You sniffled, holding back the happy tears that were forming in your eyes.
"Hey, don't get me wrong, I love Germany, but it's a little bland. I miss ahjumnas complimenting me on the subway and the bomb ass food here in SK." Seokjin grinned as he wiped a tear that fell down your face.
Yoongi was leaning against the door frame, smiling at the grand reunion. You knew he liked seeing you two together, and you had a small suspicion about him shipping you guys.
"Please don't ever leave again." You gripped onto his shirt, digging your face down in his chest, and he said, "I swear to god if you're wearing makeup right now-"
You laughed as you pushed him away, placing your hands below your chin and batting your eyelashes dramatically, "I'm all-natural."
"Naturally pretty." Seokjin leaned forward and whispered in your ear, and your heart did a little somersault.
Seokjin's always been a charmer.
You woke up in your room, pink sheets draped over your half-naked body as tons of messages poured in on your phone, vibrating so much it nearly fell off the edge of your nightstand.
You grab it while rubbing your eyes, and you're shocked to see the messages that had exploded on your lock screen.
Unknown: 08:39 am
Hey, it's Kim Taehyung.
Look, I'm sorry for the shit I said to you and I would love to make it up to you in some kind of way.
Maybe I could take you out?
I get it if you don't want to, but I heard you were interested in me so...
What kinda food do you like? Activities, hobbies?
I really wanna make this right :)
You: 08:43 am
oh hey! I'd love to, you kinda owe me one. if it's your treat, I suppose we could get some sushi and boba...
btw I don't like u like that
Contact made, saved as "taehyung <3" at 08:44 am
taehyung <3: 08:47 am
Okay. Meet me at Nori Table at 6 pm. Don't make me wait.
Your heart was palpitating, and when you pressed your phone up to your chest, you could feel your body heat up from your scalp to your toes.
Maybe Kim Taehyung had no interest in you right now, but he sure would after tonight. You were gonna make him love you, soon enough,
Running to the shower a few hours of Seinfeld later, you scrubbed with all your might with your newest strawberry scrub, did your makeup, curled your hair, and sat down on the couch, outfit draped over the armrest of the chair.
It was an hour till you were leaving, so for the time being you sat with hair rollers in your hair, dressed in pink sweats. Seokjin and Yoongi had been awake all night, you had heard them laugh and play Mario Cart all night, it reminded you of old times.
Old times where you went to bed crying because Yoongi and Seokjin's bedtime was later than yours at sleepovers. Thinking back, your parents made a pretty rational decision, but you resented them for it.
When Seokjin left for school in Germany, during your Sophomore year you cried again. You thought it was so unfair that you had to be two years younger, why couldn't you come with him?
You were painfully in love with him, and you had been probably since you were. A few months after he moved, your feelings faded. You were love-free, only to fall stupidly in love again with Taehyung just a year later.
You were forced to snap out of your train of thought because you heard the floorboards creak again. When you looked over at the dark hallway, you saw a tired, yet familiar face smile at you.
Seokjin looked quite disoriented, hair ruffled and eyes puffy, yet he looked like a Greek god. Sculpted to perfection, he smiled at you like he did yesterday and all the times before.
"Morning." He grunted out, his morning voice prominent. You chuckled when you looked at the time, feeling kind of bad for Seokjin who had slept away the majority of his day, which you knew he didn't like.
"It's 5 pm, cutie. Mom said you guys could order takeout, cause she's working late." You stood up, and Seokjin gave you a good look up and down, and then diverted his gaze to the lavender ruffle skirt and white long-sleeve blouse you had neatly hung over the armchair.
"What's the occasion?" He nodded over at the clothes and then your hair rollers and full-face makeup-covered face. He threw a few walnuts from the little bowl on the coffee table into his mouth.
"It's none of your business, but I have a date tonight," you said smugly, and a walnut flew out of Seokjin's mouth in shock.
"A date? Like a real one?" He frantically asked, and you nodded as you walked away with your outfit in hand.
You came back out minutes later, and Seokjin had to hold his mouth shut so it wouldn't drop to the floor. You had matured so well, a white blouse adorning your waist, and the lavender skirt hugged your curves nicely.
You had decorated your neck and ears with golden jewelry, and you had a pair of Air forces dangling from your left hand. You were beautiful, hair let free from the hair rollers, curls swaying as you did a twirl.
"It's alright, I guess." He pretended not to care, and your proud grin morphed into a frown pretty quickly, and he noticed.
He stood up and walked towards you, standing very close. His tall figure was hovering over you. Seokjin leaned forward towards your ear, not whispering this time,
"You're gorgeous." He pushed your curls behind your shoulder, adjusting your golden necklace as he returned to Yoongi's bedroom.
You were screwed.
The time on your phone showed 6:06 pm. You recall him saying ‘don’t be late’. What a hypocrite. It had started to pour down, so you were squeezed up against the brick wall of the restaurant so the ledge above you would shield you from the rain.
You were shaking from the cold, legs exposed because of your skirt. Sighing deeply, you reached down into your purse to text Taehyung, but when you looked up, you saw him running over to you.
He was holding a bouquet of pink delphinium and peonies. You’d always been interested in flowers, and this small gesture made you all fuzzy inside.
“I apologize for my late arrival m’lady. The flower shop was about to close down for the day, and I had to beg the cashier to let me in, promising to buy a huge bouquet if she did.” He smiled as he stood in front of you.
“No worries sir, I haven’t been waiting for long.” You chuckled, as you accepted the bouquet. His eyes scanned every inch of your body, and he said, “You’re shivering. Let’s go inside.”
This was a side of Taehyung you had barely seen before, caring and warm. This was also the side of him that initially made you fall for him.
The memories of him reading stories for children at the hospital was heartwarming. Whenever you went to visit your brother, who has now passed, you would see him read stories for all the unlucky kids.
Your brother, who was only 7 years old talked about Taehyung like a superhero, and it seemed as if Taehyung’s stories were the highlight of his days at the hospital.
Daejung wasn’t a kid you would pity. In his last months in the hospital he never once cried. You believed that Taehyung was a big part of the reason.
That’s why you fell in love with him. He hadn’t been a superhero in the form of saving lives, but he definitely made a whole lot of sick kids happier.
How could you ever repay him?
Taehyung rested a hand on your shoulder and lead you inside the door, and there stood a beautiful tall woman, black hair to her waist, almond-shaped eyes, and full lips.
She was beautiful. You looked up to see Taehyung’s reaction, and he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at you. His eyes met yours, and you could’ve sword the whole world stopped.
“Excuse me?” An unfamiliar voice spoke up, and it kicked you right back into reality. It was the pretty woman speaking, an even prettier voice to match her.
“Do you have a reservation?” She questioned, smiling so genuinely from ear to ear. “Yes. It’s on Kim.” Taehyung spoke so confidently.
“Ah, for two. I’ll be your server tonight.” She waved for you to follow her, and before she turned around, you saw her name tag.
Bae Eunmi. A pretty name for a pretty person. Of course, she had to be pretty. Your confidence sunk even lower, and your insecurities grew.
“I’m not interested in her, by the way. I’ve talked to her before. She’s all beauty and no brains. Not for me.” Taehyung whispered into your ear, possibly to reassure you.
You sat down at the table and ordered a huge plate of different types of sushi, maki, nigiri, uramaki, and even sashimi.
This restaurant was fancy, nearly too fancy for your liking. It was huge and flashy, and it made you doubt your outfit choice completely.
The restaurant fell silent since there weren’t many guests here this early. The silence wasn’t awkward between you guys. It was just, too silent, and you decided to break it.
“Do you still write stories?” Taehyung’s face froze. How did you know about the stories he wrote? Had you been stalking him? Was this when everyone would find out how weak he truly is?
“How did you find out... About them?” He asked hesitantly, fidgeting with a small woven basket with bread placed on your table.
“When sun and moon met, moon felt bad. When the moon was alone at night, he cried, because he wanted to shine just like the sun.” You quote his story word by word, it was your favorite paragraph.
He looked at you with a confused look and his eyes told you that he wondered why you knew the story so well.
Before he could speak up, you said, “My brother's name was Daejung. He looked up to you and constantly told me about how he wanted to be like you when he grew up.” You placed your hands on top of his over the table.
Taehyung was speechless. He sat there, body completely frozen as he processed what you just said. The little boy he had mourned for many months was the same flesh and blood as you.
“Daejung told me how he wanted me to marry you because he thought no one else deserved me.” Letting go of his hands, he continued sitting completely still.
First, he felt disappointed in himself. Disappointed of the way he had treated you, how sad Daejung would be if he knew.
Second, he could see him in your traits. Your button nose matched his completely, and your eyes sparkled just the way his eyes did.
Third, he realized he had to take care of you. Fall in love with you, for Daejung. Taehyung had promised the little boy to take care of his friends and family when he has at his worst.
His expression completely changed. It softened, and his eyes looked at you like you were godsent. He believed you were too. It was fate.
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i have a request too, please! <3
5 times they say "i love you" after they are married in a not casual setting (like idk how to describe it... important moments? but everything is important for them... so i hope you get what i'm saying 🥲)
❤️ i think i got ya! i love when these saps love on each other. if these don't fit what you were lookin for, please lmk and i'll rework it for ya! (tw for a generic Bad Day for ian in the fourth one [mild!] and a bitty little moment where someone's car gets rear-ended in the last one - everyone is very okay though!)
1.
it starts off as such a little thing, such a normal thing. mickey expects it almost like clockwork at this point. at nine pm on a thursday, his phone lights up with a call from tami.
it's typical, almost mundane: lip had an idea, lip found a way to make it work, but lip didn't ask tami about it first. now tami's pissed and hurt, and lip had to go get some air.
mickey nods along, humming occasionally, tossing in a "oh yeah, been there" every now and then. he rolls his eyes exaggeratedly at ian, who hovers around the kitchen trying to pretend like he's not listening in.
ian checks his own phone every few minutes, waiting for lip to reach out. mickey watches him frown and test the ringer when no call comes in. he taps at the screen, firing off a couple of texts - but lip doesn't call.
when he finally hangs up with tami, mickey throws himself on the couch with a long-suffering sigh. "your brother's an idiot," he tells ian.
"pretty sure i knew that," ian replies absently, staring down at his phone as if he could will it to ring. "what happened this time?"
"he enrolled at malcolm x," mickey informs him. when ian blinks in surprise, he relays the story from tami's call. "yeah, today. some kinda tech certificate. he thought it would be a good surprise, but now tami's all freaked out about money with the baby comin'."
ian nods slowly, looks down at his hands, fiddles with his ring. "he never mentioned that to me," he says, feigning nonchalance.
"maybe it was a surprise for you, too?" mickey suggests, patting the seat next to him. ian crosses the room quickly, crawling under mickey's arm.
"mmm," he hums, "maybe."
ian's phone comes to life beside them at last, vibrating against mickey's leg. ian scrambles for it, bringing it to his ear with urgency.
"lip," he asks, "everything ok? you need to come by?"
mickey can only just hear the quiet rumble of lip's voice on the other end. he declines ian's invitation, letting him know that he's been laying low somewhere else.
mickey tunes lip out, focusing on ian's responses. ian grows agitated as they talk; mickey reaches out to touch his leg.
"who the fuck is joaquin?"
"oh, right. yeah, i remember."
"you didn't call me, though."
"what? thought i was your best friend."
"you think i don't know what that's like?"
"yeah, alright. no, i get it. call me tomorrow, let me know how it goes."
"you too. bye."
they sit quietly for a moment after ian hangs up. ian settles back against mickey, rubbing at his temple. "lip's fine," he tells mickey quietly. "went to hang at joaquin's for a little while."
"the fuck is that?"
"friend of his from college," ian mutters. "apparently lip needed to talk to someone who, uh, who gets it? y'know?"
mickey shrugs. maybe there are things about him that ian doesn't always understand. but he'd always rather talk to ian, tell him about it, than go to anyone else.
"guess he has more than one best friend now," ian sighs.
he leans further into mickey, who pulls him close and kisses his head. "you know," he murmurs against ian's hair, "he'll always need ya."
"maybe," ian agrees.
"and you're still my best friend," mickey teases.
"yeah?" ian asks, turning to look up at him.
"'course," he promises, leaning down to kiss him. "my only best friend, and i love you forever."
"gonna pinky promise on that?"
"oh, shut up."
"make me a friendship bracelet?"
"what, the ring's not enough? fuck off, let's go to bed."
2.
when ian sees franny fall, he immediately assumes their day is now over.
not because it's serious, and not because franny freaks out or anything, but - mickey. he can't stand to see the kids upset or hurt, and it derails their plans every time something happens on their watch.
a few months ago, franny fell off the monkey bars at the park, banging up her elbow as she landed. she teared up a little as she examined her scrapes, but mickey, who stood helplessly beside her, had a full on meltdown.
he looked wildly around the park for ian, who was pushing freddie on the swings. when he caught sight of mickey, waving his hands desperately and beckoning him over, ian thought for sure franny had broken a limb.
instead, he found his niece sulking in the mulch below the monkey bars, while mickey shook to pieces as he crouched beside her.
"hey, fran," ian soothed, "you doin' okay?"
"i'm fine," franny snapped. "but uncle mickey won't let me move until you look at me."
"well fuck me for makin' sure you ain't dyin-"
"i'm sure everything's fine," ian promised them both. "we oughtta clean up that scrape, though."
she was fine, really, barely flinching as ian bandaged her up. but mickey was done, deciding that park was a stupid place to be, and insisting that they take the kids back home.
ian had to beg a guilt-stricken mickey to come out of their bedroom later, swearing up and down that franny was fine, that it wasn't mickey's fault, that kids fall down every single day.
so when franny trips by the pool today, ian is ready to pack up and head inside. he's about to ask mickey to grab their towels when his husband scoops franny up and balances her on his knee.
she's not actively crying, but her eyes are wide and glassy as mickey looks her over. mickey smiles at her, settles her on the lounge chair beside him, and reaches around in his bag for something.
ian is surprised to see him pull out ian's first aid kit. he's even more surprised when mickey doesn't call him over to help.
it's a simple thing. mickey wipes franny's scraped knees, softly, thoroughly, then places two spongebob bandaids over them. franny giggles when he leans down and kisses them both.
but ian's heart is in his throat.
because here is mickey, whose scrapes were never kissed, caring so gently for his sister's daughter. their niece who looks like him. here is mickey, calm and easy, sending franny back off to play.
here is mickey, using that same soothing voice ian used with his patients, with his family.
he's at mickey's side in an instant.
"that was something," ian tells him lightly.
"not really," mickey mutters, brushing him off. "gotta get used to it, right?"
gotta used to it because of franny and fred, because of lip's new baby, or because they'll soon have kids of their own - ian's not sure, and he doesn't ask. it doesn't matter.
"it was something," ian repeats. "i love you, love the way you take care of us."
"huh," mickey concedes, "guess i love takin' care of you clumsy fuckers, too."
3.
something strange starts to happen in the days leading up to mickey's birthday this year.
ian's a little cagey, throwing his phone down when mickey comes up behind him. he even holds onto the damn thing for a moment before letting mickey borrow it, thumbs flying as he obviously deletes stuff first.
mickey would think that ian's planning a party, but since ian can't keep a secret to save his life, he thinks he would've found out more about it by now.
ian's clearly up to something - and eventually, it starts to freak him out.
on the day before his birthday, ian bounds out of bed early, announcing that he's going to keep mickey in bed all day.
"don't get up," he orders, "i'm gonna bring you every meal in here, and you can watch whatever you want on tv, and later i'll blow you under the covers."
but - the thing is, mickey wants to get up. he suggests going down to the pool instead, or at least hopping in shower together.
"nope," ian argues. "bed. blankets. relaxing. i'll get started on the pancakes!"
"hold the fuck up," mickey commands, grabbing ian by the shirt and pulling him closer. he notes the wince that crosses his face as he lets mickey drag him over. "what's going on here?"
"nothing," ian says, but he notably won't meet mickey's eye. "just wanna spoil you all weekend. for your birthday."
"well if you won't let me out of here, you should come back in here," mickey teases, tugging at ian's shirt in attempt to yank it off.
ian jumps away, fixing his shirt. "it's pancake time, mick," he says seriously. "you need a good breakfast to boost your strength for relaxing."
mickey just flops against the pillows and lets him go. fucking weirdo.
after breakfast, ian reaches a hand beneath the covers, leaning over to kiss at mickey's neck. mickey chuckles contentedly, eager to let ian get this show on the road. he whips off his shirt to give ian better access to his neck and chest, then reaches for ian's.
ian pulls away.
"alright," mickey huffs. "the fuck is up with you?"
"what do you mean?" ian asks, and mickey sees right through him.
"you're being weird," mickey informs him, as if ian didn't already know. "what's with the shirt? you feelin' bad or something? you can keep it on if you really want."
ian softens, runs a hand through mickey's hair. "no," he promises, "no, i just - damn it, i wanted to wait to show you tomorrow. on your actual birthday. when it was less red and puffy."
"what the fuck are you talking about?"
ian eyes him for a moment before deflating slightly. "guess the jig's up," he sighs, and pulls his t-shirt over his head. "happy birthday, mick."
mickey used to think that nothing could improve ian's skin. it's perfect, after all, stretched over strong arms and that soft belly. dusted with freckles that mickey loves to kiss. it houses the man he loves, shelters his heart. but this - he'd never imagined this.
the letters are small, but they're bold. right underneath ian's clavicle, curved along the collar bone - that's his name. ian put his name on his skin. mickey gapes up at him.
"when did you do this?"
"last night," ian shrugs, "when you were with sandy."
mickey reaches for ian's tattoo but doesn't quite touch it, knowing it's still raw and healing. "holy shit," he breathes. "holy shit, ian."
"i love you," ian says seriously, confidently. "thought it was time i tell you you're under my skin, too." he brings a hand to brush over mickey's own tattoo.
"always been under my skin, mick," he promises.
and mickey knows. he knew, he always knew. but the idea that his name could be worthy of a place on ian's skin - it bowls him over. it settles some distant unease, some worry he thought he'd put away.
and he feels nothing but peace.
4.
it's not a thing.
he just wakes up feeling a little off. a little down, a little unsure.
ian hits snooze on his alarm until he can't anymore, then stumbles into the bathroom to get ready for the day. mickey's already pouring coffee into a to-go mug when he makes it to the kitchen.
"grab a banana or somethin'," he says distractedly, hunting for his keys, "i let you sleep but we gotta go now."
the coffee is sweet and hot, but it does little to perk ian up. once they're in the ambulance, he leans against the window and dozes as mickey drives to their first pick up.
he's startled awake when mickey puts the car in park. ian blinks heavily when mickey reaches out to put a hand on his knee. "you stay here," he murmurs, "i'll take care of this one"
and the day rolls on like this: ian sits quietly, not thinking much of anything as mickey shuffles them around town. sometimes he gets out of the ambulance to help, sometimes mickey instructs him to stay put.
mickey talks a little as they drive, just babbles on about their clients or something funny mandy said on their last phone call. ian's not really paying attention; but it helps to hear his voice.
their workday wraps up without ian having experienced much of it at all. and all day long, mickey is patient.
it's alright, it's alright, he knows it's alright. the last couple of weeks have been good, and ian has felt well. none of the telltale signs of a slump. he'll wake up with his alarm tomorrow and join mickey for breakfast.
but today - well. it's just a bad day.
mickey heats up some soup when they get home, and they eat quietly together at the table, slurping and thinking and getting warm.
"sorry about today," ian says at last. he's not even sure what happened today. but his chest feels sad and heavy, his skin fragile, his head foggy. and he's sorry for it.
"i wish you weren't," mickey tells him. "we did alright today, you and me."
"maybe, but - "
"we all have shit days, man."
"your shit days don't usually involve sleepwalking through an entire shift," ian sighs.
"don't they?" mickey argues. "did i not pitch a fit and sit on the couch for the whole day when carl stole my hat last month?"
"i guess you did," ian laughs, and mickey beams at the sound.
"we did our best," mickey tells him. "you did your best, and i love you for it."
sometimes it feels like ian's best is next to nothing. sometimes it feels like his best is worse than not trying at all. but if mickey wants it, if he'll take it and love him for it, then ian will give it every time.
5.
mickey's drifting off for a well-deserved nap when his phone buzzes on the coffee table. he silences it - this is his designated nap time, and he won't tolerate any interruptions.
ian is off with debbie today, picking up supplies for more work at the gallagher house. mickey has resolved to take this time to rest, so he's ready for date night and good pounding when ian gets back.
but his phone keeps fucking ringing.
it's ian, because of course it is, no doubt calling with some chore for mickey to do. but he won't leave a voicemail or send a text, so mickey gives up on his nap and finally answers the call.
"i love you," ian breathes before mickey can say anything.
"what?"
"mickey, i love you," ian repeats solemnly, seriously. mickey is reminded of his proposal, when ian knelt down on a broken leg and offered mickey the world.
"why are you bein' so dramatic, what happened?"
"nothing, really," ian deflects, and mickey doesn't buy it for a second. his voice is light, shaky, and mickey can hear debbie ranting about something in the background. "think i'm gonna have to miss date night, though."
"why? ian, what's going on?" dread settles in his stomach: something's wrong.
"we're fine," ian starts, but mickey can't relax until he knows more. "we, uh, we just got rear-ended?"
that's not so bad. it's not that bad. but - it could be bad.
"are you hurt?"
"no, not really," ian promises, but it doesn't soothe mickey at all. "just some bruises, a little whiplash. the guy was texting, slammed right into us at the light."
"what about debs? was franny there?"
"debbie's okay, kinda the same. franny's with lip today."
"you need me?"
"no, mick," ian says quickly - too quickly. "don't bother, we'll be home soon. we got patched up and we're waiting for a tow truck."
"tell me where you are," mickey demands.
ian sighs, knowing mickey will sniff him out if he has to. "actually," he tells him, "we're kinda right outside our building? we were so close to home."
mickey finds ian and debbie sitting by the main road outside their apartment, a little worse for wear but still whole, still safe. ian holds debbie's hand as she leans against his shoulder.
"you guys okay?"
they both smile when they turn to see him, and ian's in his arms before he can blink.
"we're okay," ian whispers against his hair, "you didn't need to come out here."
"were you scared?"
"no, not - "
"ian," mickey interrupts softly, "were you scared?"
ian sags against him. "yeah," he admits. "yeah, for a minute there i really was. scared debs was hurt, scared something would happen and i wouldn't be able to tell you - "
he cuts himself off then, clearly not wanting to entertain the idea any further.
"you did tell me," mickey reminds him. ian breathes harshly through his nose, nods his head slowly. "and i love you, too."
debbie sniffs loudly beside them. ian looks up at the sound, reaches out a hand for her. she comes easily when ian pulls her in, and mickey holds him as she holds her.
and they hold each other, love each other, as debbie's truck is loaded up and taken away.
#stole the last one from myself asldkfhals i did that#got rear-ended right outside my apartment and freaked The Fuck out#carl stole his 7x10 beanie by the way#BOOO CARL#friendly reminder that these are quickly done!#i kinda use them a challenge to myself#they're meant to be short and sweet#but if there are mistakes i ask you to kindly.... ignore them#shameless#tumblr writing#thanks to macy for the idea with franny!! i needed a lil help with this one ❤️
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the blood on our hands
bakugou x gn!reader
aged up!
cw: a n g s t as hell. comfort. cursing, mentions of drinking, smoking, etc. alluding to depression and anxiety. dealing with trauma of missions and losing people. a ton of mentions of blood
this is a heavy topic in the hero universe i imagine- and generally in the mental health world of it all.
lyrics are from purple flowers by ande estrella which hold a very important meaning that has nothing to do with this- they just worked with the story. But fr go listen to it bc its so good.
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reality is heavy and loud
Spacing out was more than being distracted to Y/n. Being a young hero meant stressful situations, overbearing management, tight spaces, stuffy meetings, and so much... blood. It takes a toll on a young person. Of course they wanted to be a hero- wouldn't chose anything else. They grin and bear this shit for a reason- to save and help people.
But god, who saves the heros?
but white has the privilege of washing machines to wash out the stains from their comfortable jeans
Some nights, after wrap-up meetings, everything was a bit too heavy. The usual group of friends and young heroes would choose someone's house to go to in order to destress.
For some, that was smoking. For some, it was drinking, video games, napping, venting, sitting outside alone yet with company. And for some it was merely listening to everyone else.
Not having to make a decision. Not having to be responsible. That's what y/n picked every time.
Bakugou would always notice them alone in the corner of the room. They were the one to come up with destress gatherings after hard missions. Bakugou knew it was so they wouldn't be alone with their thoughts. That's why he would always step in at times like as get them to talk, so those thoughts dont stay trapped in their head.
"Hey." Bakugou muttered, sitting on the floor next to y/n in Denkis apartment.
"Hey."
"You good, dude?" Bakugou asked with genuine concern.
He was always a bit nicer to Y/n. Nobody knew why, yet everyone knew why. They both were fragile and chose to hide it during the day, being strong around others to not raise red flags.
"I'm okay...just. That one was bad. I almost lost that kid. Like she almost fucking- died in my arms." Y/n choked out.
"Hey hey hey, its okay. You got her to the ambulance in time. You did that shit. You always do. You're the best in the game at comforting little twerps." Bakugou attempted to comfort them- somewhat succeeding and holding their head against his chest.
One time, Y/n mentioned that they held kids against their chest during rescues to calm their heartbeat. "If you listen to a calmer heartbeat, you're more likely to try to match it and slow your own down." Of course you wouldn't think Y/n would be able to have a calm heartbeat during a rescue, but they are very talented at controlling their nerves. Part of being a hero.
wiping the blood off their hands to their thighs, wearing the blood of the people who've died
Y/n subconsciously calmed down a bit, Bakugou's ability to remember every word that drips off of Y/n's lips paying off.
"I know. I just can't stop...thinking about everyone I've- we've lost. Its so unfair."
"I know. Hey, you have- uh. Lets go to the bathroom." Bakugou noticed a smudge of blood on Y/n's face and a bit on their hands. Cleaning up was the last thing on their mind earlier on.
"Ok."
Taking each other's hands, they walked into the bathroom. Bakugou sat Y/n on the counter, turning on the sink and grabbing a cloth.
"O-oh god. Thats fucking blood. I thought I washed my h-hands." Y/n began panicking, causing Bakugou to put their hands under the water with soap, washing it all off for them.
Tears mixed with the water from the sink and Bakugou stayed silent. Wiping their face, Bakugou looked into Y/n's eyes. These two have just always known.
They know what people can hide. What secret messages the body language of a person can hold. And he let them grip onto the back of his shirt as he held them in his arms, Y/n not being able to cry anymore and just breathing in his scent from his shoulder.
but dont let the purple flowers fool you
"Listen. We're going to get through this one. I know its hard on you- all of the families involved. But you- we saved them. We're all here for each other right? I'm here for you." Bakugou pulls Y/n back a little to look into their eyes. "You are the strongest one here. I know it fucking hurts. I know it is so...scary-" He sniffles a little, letting his own emotions take over. Something only he did when they were alone together. "- but we're heroes. And human. We are allowed to feel pain and sadness and disappointment- but we're heroes for a reason, right? We can handle this shit."
"I know we can. We always have. Just... promise you'll never leave me?"
"Youre so stupid. I've been more careful lately." He scoffs, wiping tears from his face. He of course knew that Y/n was referring to a few weeks ago when Bakugou got too caught up in the mission and was almost crushed by debris. He was pulled away in time by a fellow hero but it still opened his eyes, as well as Y/n, to how fragile they are, even if they are the heroes.
"I know Kats, but please. You're my rock in here. You're my person." Y/n says looking into his eyes.
"And you're my person. I can't leave you behind. You wouldn't know what to do without me here." Bakugou chuckles, earning a shove from Y/n.
"Katsuki." Y/n starts, holding his hands in their own.
"Yeah." He sighs.
"I don't speak lightly of feelings, you know that right?"
"Of course I know that. You don't talk much about those to anyone-"
"Except you." They interrupt Bakugou, reminding him of the importance of their unspoken bond and making his heart race.
"Yeah."
"Then you'll know how hard it is for me to say this. But- Katsuki I think I love you. I know we aren't super affectionate outside of being alone but- I've never felt what I feel with you before. I understand if you don't feel the same way and if this was all just because you felt bad but I needed to tell you that because you're really important and this is very import-"
Bakugou, in the most cliche turn of events, cuts Y/n off with a kiss to shut them up.
Pulling away, Bakugou rests his forehead on Y/n's .
"I love you too. I thought that was obvious when I never stopped you from saying my first name, idiot." He chuckles lightly.
"I kinda figured you at least liked me-"
"I'm going to keep you safe forever. That means physically and emotionally. No more hiding any feelings from me just because there are people around. Pull me aside. Hold me if you need or want to- I dont care if the whole world sees that. But just- fuck Y/n. I know you feel fragile. I know what it's like to be scared and hide it. I'm your diary now, ok? Always."
"Thank you...Katsuki. Fuck. You're everything I've ever needed. Plus youre kinda cute too I suppose." Y/n giggles.
"Oi fuck off." Bakugou kisses them again, relieved that he can finally be himself with Y/n, that he has them finally.
"I'm your diary too them, okay? I mean it. Anything, any time, say the word." Y/n says lightly, squeezing Bakugou's hand.
"Fuck. I love you."
"I love you too. I love how that sounds coming from you by the way."
"Me the fuck too-" Bakugou was interrupted by a loud yelling-
"I GOTTA PISSSSSS" followed by banging on the door.
"MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T DRINK SO FAST THEN LIGHT WEIGHT!" Bakugou responds, recognizing the voice of Denki.
"DONT MAKE FUN OF MEEEE I'LL LAUGH AND PEE MYSELF" Denki whined.
"Let's go, angel." Bakugou whispers into Y/n's hair, kissing them on the head and helping them off of the counter.
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