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ashimakth · 4 years

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Hangang drama club

Pairing: jk x reader, jimin x reader, hoseok x reader

Chapters: more to come

Genre: angst, fluff, maybe future smut idk yet💜

Author’s note: pardon my English. It’s my second language, which I taught myself by watching numerous American TV shows 😅

Summary:Your friendship was unique and healing. They were your guardians and you were their polar star. Everything was working out perfectly until they left you, roughly and abruptly, making you chase after them and the thin veil of memories they left behind. And it felt like a triple stab right into the chest - because you loved them all. No, not only that. You were in love with them.

Three years had gone and your heart hadn’t healed. You didn’t know why it all happened but deep down you guessed - you were never enough for them. There was no place for you in their new adult life. They just went back to how it was before they met you, and it was alright.

It was alright until you met them all again. And as they took their turns to attack your poor heart, you job was to keep it whole without parting it into three equal pieces leaving yourself with none at all.

CHAPTER 1

You hated it. The smell, lingering in the air after a rainy morning, gray skies and deep puddles on the streets. It was that time of the year again.

You anticipated this autumn with anxiety every time you looked at the calendar.

The 1st of September.

The day he left you three years prior. His birthday.

He must be having fun tonight. At some club in Itaewon, sitting in a circle of his new friends, surrounded by colourful beverages and young females, flashing their chests to attract his attention.

He was buff in school already, and you could only imagine how handsome he looked now, considering his utter love for sports and pulling weights.

Was he doing it for himself or for other girls? Had he always been like that?

Had he noticed how much you liked that from the very beginning? Was it the reason he pushed you away?

Shame filled up your chest again. There was no doubt it was you who fucked everything up. Not them, no, never them, it was only your fault. They had never been anything but incredibly kind, patient and sweet. They taught you what real friendship was. They showed you how messed up your perception of people was; they taught you how to trust.

Just as you lift your third glass of pure soju towards your sour lips, a bright giggle filled the small dining room of Korean restaurant you were drowning your sorrows in tonight.

A young man, who walked inside with a group of same aged friends, quickly took the nearest table, making you hold your breath.

Jimin.

His hair was light pink this time, the colour he always loved on himself the most. You would never confess stalking his social media at night, how you smiled bitterly every time he posted a new photo or story. He was as charming as always, brushing his soft hair back and licking his plump lips, just before he turned around to call for a waitress and noticed you.

His bright expression quickly faded away and you immediately regretted coming here tonight. You regretted wearing a stupid white hoodie and just a mascara. If only you knew you would bump into your first love after three years of not seeing him, you would have definitely bothered to put some effort into your appearance. But every September 1st sucked out all of your energy so much you couldnt even lift a finger. Except today, there was something odd in the air because you were here and not in your bed.

Just three meters away from him.

He took a couple of seconds to make sure he wasn’t seeing things and it was really you, then turned back to his group of friends. Your heart sinked. It had been three years, two boyfriends and a couple of meaningless affairs, and you sincerely believed you were over them. Only September brought back the memories, but any other month of the year you felt almost completely positive that if you met one of them, you could keep a straight face.

Except the way he handled your encounter made you feel so rejected you wanted to leave the city and never, ever come back. Maybe you should have moved to Busan? Sunny weather, the sea, beautiful architecture. Calm and simple people. You loved simple things. Things that didn’t make you face complicated feelings.

‘Hi’.

His voice broke on the only word he uttered, and you knew you were totally fucked. The soft sound echoed in your ears and for a moment you thought you were hallucinating or seeing him in your sleep again before you realized it was really him.

You got distracted for a moment and he managed to slide into the seat opposite to you.

There was awkward silence as you stared at him, shocked by a sudden proximity. Was three years really enough to forget how he looked up close? Photos did him no justice, they could never capture the way his eyes sparkled under the lights or how adorable and hot his plump fingers were, framed by thick male rings. Did he still wear the one you gave him as a promise of always being on his side? From the look of it, no, he didn’t.

Jimin seemed nervous, but smiled nevertheless. That was what he always did whatever he felt on the inside - he smiled. Maybe you still knew him better that he knew himself…

'Do you… ’ He swallowed. 'Do you remember me? ’

You frowned. What did he mean? How could you not… remember him?

'We were… Um. Classmates. In high school. “ He chuckled, scratching behind his ear awkwardly. Your lack of answer increased his nervousness.

Classmates? What kind of nonsence was coming out of his mouth?

'Are you kidding me right now?’ You answered incredulously. 'What do you mean "do I remember you”? We literally spent every day of our last year at school together.’

The boy across from you visibly relaxed.

'Yeah, I know’ He breathed out. 'I’m sorry. It’s just… Some people preferred to erase me from their memory, so… I was just checking, sorry.’

'What do you mean?’ You asked, and by the way his expression changed you guessed he regretted saying the last part.

Jimin looked so lost that you wanted to kiss him. To stretch across the table, squish his cheeks and put your lips on his. To taste him again. You wanted to tell him that no matter what he said or did you would always have a place for his pretty soul in your heart, that there was no one like him on this planet but you knew it was unhealthy. Like your relationship with each one of them.

Unhealthy. Destructive. Wrong.

It was for the better that the circle ripped apart. It was better that way than seeing with your own eyes how their paths part ways with yours, how they get married and have kids, how they grow and become even more beautiful and more worthy men, while you just watch and silently desire. They could maintain their friendship without being madly jealous, but you couldn’t. And the idea proved itself when you met Jimin.

You would always want to own him if he was near, but you had no right to do so. He had never been yours, he wasn’t designed for it. He was meant for bigger and better things than your fucked up indecisive feelings.

Jimin looked at you not breaking eye contact and it made you think about how much he had changed. Not on the outside, really, he was still 50% cuteness and other 50% sexiness but the way he held himself despite being visibly shaken by your meeting showed that he definitely matured over the years. His posture, the way he spoke was calm and graceful, and not so chaotic like before. You wondered if you seemed different to him as well. Did he recognize Y/N he fed tokpokki after school in this same restaurant? Did he still think your eyes were pretty?

'Erm… What are you eating?’ He asked, trying to find something to change the subject, because, of course he knew what you were eating. It was right in front of him.

“Just… Meat. You?’ You took a small bite just to show him.

'Me too. We, I mean. My colleagues. From the store.’

'From Zara?’ You asked, trying to swallow the meat, but it stuck in your throat. God, you were shaking.

'Yeah.’ He smiled. 'Wait. How do you know I work there? ’

Shoot. Stalker caught red-handed.

'I saw you… ’ Don’t you dare tell him. Don’t. ’…when I was shopping. A couple of months ago. ’

Well, technically. You saw him. His. Photo. On his. Insta page. That you didn’t follow.

And you would never walk into that store, knowing he was there.

He beamed, eager to dig deeper, while you hoped he would drop the subject. 'Why didn’t you come up and say hi? I would’ve given you a discount.’ He winked. 'I’m the store’s manager. Which means I’m the boss. Well, almost.’ He giggled, his lips curving prettily. 'Technically there’s a senior manager above me, but she’s never around. So, I’m basically solving all the shit. But, please don’t say anything about it, lol, she’s right behind me’.

You giggled at his 'lol’, amused that he still used that word aloud in a sentence.

'I won’t. Don’t worry’. You smiled widely, and Jimin stared at your mouth for a split second, before averting his gaze somewhere to the side.

'Maybe… You want to join us? If you’re alone’. Jimin proposed. It seemed like he didn’t actually mean that and made the offer just out of politeness, judging by the way he fiddled with his fingers on the table. The boy was still looking everywhere but at you. What was he thinking about? What did he want? Why did he come sit here with you, smiling at you like that, melting your frozen heart? After disappearing from your life so abruptly, and leaving you all alone. You always considered him the most loyal out of all three. You supposed that at least Jimin, the boy with a heart of pure gold, would never break his promises.

When you thought that you still knew him the best, you were wrong. You couldn’t read him anymore.

'I don’t… Think I’ll be fun to spend time with tonight. Not really in the mood.’

'Why?’ Jimin finally met your gaze.

'It’s the day.’

He frowned. 'The day?’

'Yeah’.

'What do you mean?’

You didn’t want to answer. Did he really not remember? Three years ago on that same day Jungkook told you he didn’t ever want to see you again. That your friendship was over. That he didn’t see a future with you in his life. You cried, running after him, but he just left you there in Hangan park all alone. Not caring that you couldn’t keep up with him because your feet hurt in shoes a size too small. Not giving a single shit about you.

Your heart hurt, but you managed to squeeze out a, 'Why aren’t you with Jungkook today?’

Jimin frowned. 'Jungkook? I haven’t seen him in a while, actually. Why?’

You kept silent. He looked at you puzzled, catching your every movement as if trying to read you.

'Just… It’s his birthday. I thought you’d be with him, like always. And what do you mean you haven’t seen him in a while, did he go abroad or something?’ You were hundred percent positive they maintained their tight bond even after the four of you "split up” in 2017.

'Erm, no.’ Jimin chuckled bitterly and you finally saw another glimpse of an old version of him, incredibly soft for his best friend. 'We kinda… Decided to end things. And… God, it sounds like we dated or something’. He snorted.

'Well, it’s not far from the truth. There we dozens of girls practically begging for your attention, but the two of you always hid from them somewhere, hand in hand. I was so jealous at first’. You laughed.

'You were?’ Jimin looked at you strangely.

'Yeah… ’ You smiled, not noticing his gaze. Ornaments on the table seemed more interesting to you than his attentive eyes when you got so flustered. 'Sometimes I feel sad that our ways parted. I know, I know, people change, and I kinda expected that somewhere deep inside, but I’m not that… I’ve never been that important in the first place, joining you for a year and being an annoying bug, following you around while you and Kookie have known each other since Kindergarten. Connections like that can’t be ripped easily. You should call him, you know. Don’t be stubborn.’

The boy hesitated to answer. You didn’t look at him, so you couldn’t see what his face looked like.

Suddenly, and very unexpectedly, Jimin got really angry.

'How can you say that?!’

You looked up to see him staring at you intently.

'How… What?’

He brushed his hair back, shaking his head in disbelief, then smacked his palms on the table, earning a couple of anxious glances from the table to your right, where his colleagues sat at.

'Jimin, is everything okay?’ Some young man from the group asked him worriedly.

Jimin breathed audibly through the nose, heat running up his neck and covering his cheeks in splotches.

'You have no fucking idea.’ He whispered. 'How fucking hard it is sometimes. How hard it is still.’

You wanted to cry. He really scared you with this. The bitter taste in your mouth was a hint that you were going to weep pretty soon, and, seeing him so angry at you, so pissed off by only a sight of you, it made your fight-or-flight response kick in. You remembered his expression when he just saw you today, recalled the way he held himself too formal, smiling overpolitely - too distant and cold for the sweet and warm Jimin you knew before - always so understanding and ready to support your any idea no matter how stupid or wrong it was, and everything finally came into place.

It took three years and this encounter to dispel the illusion. They all despised you. Jungkook and Jimin. And maybe… Hobi did too?

It took no time grabbing your purse and storming out of the restaurant. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, but even through the pain you gave it one last chance and stopped to listen.

You prayed to hear his voice calling after you. He always went after you whenever you were mad or upset. Your Jimin would never leave you alone in the dark. He would always care that you got home safe. He was always… On your side.

But there was none. Nothing. Only dead silence and sound of droplets hitting the ground. Cold rain masked your tear-stained cheeks, being your only guard in the night.

You really hoped that Jungkook was happy tonight. He was turning 21, and you hoped he wasn’t crying like you, all alone.

But, no matter how hard you tried to persuade yourself that you were a good person, you wanted him to cry. Before going to bed that night you imagined his heart being broken into million unmendable pieces just like he managed to break yours.

Have you ever imagined what your life would be like if you were opposite gender? Would things be easier if you were a boy?

Sometimes you remembered summer days at the beach, when all of your boys went swimming, while you sat there, toes buried in sand and eyes trained at the water, full of jealousy.

You couldn’t tell them you were on your period, because in your small circle the term didn’t exist. You were the only female, and you four never talked about it. Such topics were reserved for girly talks.

The two youngest were utterly oblivious when you lied about water being too cold for you for the third day in a row. Hoseok, on the other hand, retreated to the shore right after dipping only once.

He plopped on a towel next to you and wiggled a little until his thigh and arm were flush to yours. His skin was wet and cold but you felt his warm stare while he examined your face.

'Does it hurt?’

You looked at him frowning.

'Your stomach. I heard that it hurts when you bleed. Just wanted to tell you that if you need anything: painkillers, pads, tampons, just tell me. Okay? I’ll go get them for you.’

You kept silent. The very idea of discussing periods with Hoseok was awkward as hell. What had gotten into him? You never… Mentioned tampons and…pads.

Denying would have been stupid. So you just shrugged, 'Why? So suddenly. ’

He pressed closer, lowering his head so no one on the beach could overhear you. 'Because I don’t want you to feel lonely when you’re with us. I would be the worst friend if I let you go through this alone. I don’t want you to be ashamed of anything in front of me, and I hate the idea of any of you three feeling helpless and silently suffering.’

'Okay… ’ You whispered, shame still licking at your insides but with his sweet words it dissipated a little.

'Yeah?’ He smiled that sunshine smile of his, like you made him the happiest man alive just by being there with him, and you reciprocated.

'Mhm. I don’t want that either. You can tell me everything too. ’

He looked so content watching the seawaves there by your side. Was it even possible not to fall in love with this person eventually? His precisely graven side profile, his lean body, his sweet vanilla scent - everything about him was extremely enticing and you quickly got trapped into his net.

He was a beautiful creature and every time he was around, saying these warm words, looking at you like that, you melted. If you had to pick one you wanted to touch the most it would have definitely been Hoseok. You wanted to trace his nose and lips with pads of your fingers, to caress his cheeks and brush his hair all the way to the nape of his neck, feeling his softness, his silkness everywhere. There was something about his presence that intoxicated you to the state of dizziness. To the state of craziness, making you completely forget about any decency.

You prayed he didn’t know that.

But sometimes you suspected that Jungkook did.

Sometimes you caught him staring at you while you stared at his childhood friend, and it made you sick to the stomach. You were disgusted by yourself. What if Jungkook really knew what was going on in your brain?

But then you checked again and he was already busy with something else, yelling loudly or jumping around. Maybe you were just making that up because there just had been too much on your mind since you started to hang out with them? Everything was new to you: you had never been best friends with a boy before, not to mention three boys all at the same time; you had never went on a trip with boys only. You basically didn’t know much about how they functioned. Their thinking, their behaviour were subjects you yet needed to study.

At that time, when everything just started, you couldn’t even imagine falling in love with three people at the same time.

But, eventually, you did. Jimin first. Then Hobi. And lastly… Jungkook.

It was inevitable.

When you changed schools, Hoseok greeted you on your first day, accompanying you to your class. You were so nervous you didn’t even remember his name, not to mention his face. Feelings came later. Much later.

You didn’t fit in from the very start. Girls seemed to ignore you, having already established their small friendship circles and not bothering to welcome someone new, and boys were… Boys were just boys. You weren’t the type to approach them first. They usually broke your heart, so you got used to keeping your distance.

However, there was someone who couldn’t bear you looking all lonely and sad. Pity was his weakest point and it did him no good. Eventually, he saved you just like he used to save kittens and dogs, abandoned and wandering around the streets.

On the third day of you sitting all alone, someone put a packet of strawberry milk right in front of you on your desk. When you looked up at him you saw a young boy with kindest smile holding his both hands up in a greeting. He was wearing only white shirt with a blue tie, no jacket, and you immediately recognized him as the student who went to the blackboard far more often that anyone else in the class. He was an A student, you figured.

'Hi, Y/N! What’s up?’ He asked cheerfully, taking the seat in front of you and turning so he could see you properly.

You blinked at him a few times before he laughed, the sound and his charming smile speeding up your pulse. 'I’m Jimin. And this is my favourite milk, very good one. You should drink it.’

Your first impression of him, apart from him being extremely cute, was that you really liked his laugh. And he did laugh a lot, turning out to be a very giggly person.

Strangely enough, after that day you started to hang out during the breaks pretty regularly. It went by the same scenario every day: he plopped on the seat in front of you and started a mindless conversation about homework or that day’s menu at the canteen and you just listened, relaxing in his presence day by day. He seemed to notice the way you spoke up more because soon enough he exchanged seats with a boy in front of you by bribing him with a box of chocolate and, finally, started to be around you all the time.

He blended in with your everyday life in a spance of a week, making you feel as if he had always been there. He helped you with equations you couldn’t solve or lend you pens and pencils, being just at arm’s length whenever you needed something. He acted unobtrusively, respecting your personal boundaries and keeping your relationship formal, and you were grateful for that.

Apart from the lunchbreak, when students had to go down to the canteen to grab some food. You couldn’t bear sitting at the dinner table all alone without Jimin, who tended to misteriously disappear from his desk right after the bell, so you prepared your own food at home and ate it in class. Asking him to take you with him felt pretty intrusive, so you just stuck to doing that, and, considering that there was no one except you usually, you felt fine on your own, not questioning Jimin’s absence too deeply.

Two weeks went by like this: you met in class, hung out together, parting for lunch, then got together after it, and said goodbye when he left home first. That was until one time he forgot his umbrella on the desk and you ran after him only to be hit by a muscular chest right in the face.

Strong hands immediately gripped your shoulders, preventing you from falling, and you were pressed to him tightly as he tried to regain balance. He smelled like cherry and you found it endearing. The boy quickly moved away and let you go as if embarrassed for touching you in the first place.

That’s when you looked at him properly and immediately regretted it.

He was the most attractive boy you had ever seen. The type you were most scared of, because it was 'your’ type. He was your type.

The guy you would definitely notice in a crowd. Type of boyfriend you always dreamed of having.

With thick black hair, all tall and strong. Muscular to the extent of it being noticeable, but not too much. Handsome face, gracious posture and smelling like cherry. Smelling like a treat. Presenting your dirtiest fantasy to life.

'Hey, JK! I told you to wait! Don’t go the-’ You heard Jimin shouting right before he emerged from the corridor. 'Oh, Y/N…’

You had never seen Jimin’s friends before. And, by the way Jimin glanced between the two of you, you supposed he wasn’t really fond of the idea of you meeting one of them.

'Y/N?’ The tall boy uttered, boring into your eyes and making you blush. His attention gave you no pleasure as you shrinked underneath it and not in a good way.

'Jungkook. Let’s go.’ Jimin said firmly, grabbing his umbrella from your hand, whispering a soft 'thank you’ to you and pulling Jungkook away. 'See you tomorrow, okay?’ He offered apologetically as they both moved back into the hall.

You just stood there, staring blankly at their backs while they departed, Jungkook turning his head to look at you again and again while Jimin pushed him forward.

When they disappeared behind the ladder, you had to grab the doorframe not to sink to the floor. Your heart was racing like it was you who just ran there all the way from the first floor and not Jimin.

The next morning you met as usual: Jimin stepped into the empty classroom, arriving early just like you, and took his seat, flashing you a blinding smile before dropping his backpack on the floor. You really wanted to ask him about Jungkook, about who he was and if he would come again later so you could see him once more. And despite feeling utterly flustered just by thinking about being near him again, you couldn’t help but seek for his presence, his face not leaving your thoughts since the moment he touched you. You were undoubtedly interested.

However, every time you tried to start a conversation about Jungkook, Jimin suddenly changed the subject or quickly came up with some urgent business he had to take care of. Eventually, you decided to drop it, afraid of being too pushy and losing your only friendly face among the students.

Days went by, and bearing with school became much easier as you finally broke the ice with some of the classmates. Jimin looked pretty satisfied watching you interact with others as if his job was successfully done.

Among the excitement of being finally accepted by people you almost forgot about Jungkook and the seeds of feelings he planted in you.

That was until he decided to find you first.

#bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #jimin x reader #jungkook x reader #j hope x reader #jung hoseok x reader #jimin x y/n #jimin x you

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wetalkinboutbooks · 5 years

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We Hunt the Flame by Hafsah Faizal

Summary: People lived because she killed.

People died because he lived.

Zafira is the Hunter, disguising herself as a man when she braves the cursed forest of the Arz to feed her people. Nasir is the Prince of Death, assassinating those foolish enough to defy his autocratic father, the king. If Zafira was exposed as a girl, all of her achievements would be rejected; if Nasir displayed his compassion, his father would punish him in the most brutal of ways.

Both are legends in the kingdom of Arawiya—but neither wants to be.

War is brewing, and the Arz sweeps closer with each passing day, engulfing the land in shadow. When Zafira embarks on a quest to uncover a lost artifact that can restore magic to her suffering world and stop the Arz, Nasir is sent by the king on a similar mission: retrieve the artifact and kill the Hunter. But an ancient evil stirs as their journey unfolds—and the prize they seek may pose a threat greater than either can imagine. (Taken from Goodreads)

Our Ratings:

→ Geena: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

→ Kae: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Overall: We Hunt the Flame is a rich Arabia inspired fantasy with characters that you easily fall for (like the two of us with Altair lmao). Personally, we wouldn’t classify the romance as an insta-love, it’s more of an insta-annoyance and gradual build up to feelings. The story keeps you on your toes and Hafsah does an amazing job at tying in different plot points together. Also, it’s got that amazing unlikely group of friends trope :’) SO if you haven’t already, check out this book we highly recommend it!

Spoiler-Full Discussion Below...

The Good:

→ The Premise and Characters

Kae: So we start off with Zafira hunting in the Arz, a forest that is full of darkness. Once you go into the Arz, there is no coming out. But our girl Zafira is a baddie and she can travel the Arz without much trouble. She can always find her way out. She hunts in the Arz for her village because it is an icy, barren land and it is their main source of food. The thing is, Zafira is a woman so no one can ever find out she is the famed Hunter of the Arz, or she’ll probs get like, banished. But her two best friends, Yasmine and Deen, know her secret and keep it safe. Along with her sister and bedridden mother. Zafira has acquired this wonderful hunting skill from her father, who taught her everything she knew so she could fend for herself and well… Those skills came in hand because he got lost in the Arz one day, kind of went crazy, stumbled out, then tried to kill his family. So Zafira’s mother did what she had to do and killed him to save her daughters. She (Zafira’s mother) has been plagued by nightmares since.

Geena: Kae outlined the premise of Zafira’s story really well! On the other hand we have Nasir, the crown prince of Arawiya and one of the most feared assassins across the caliphates. He’s also hated by literally everyone in his life… especially his dad. Nasir was raised (See: forced) into becoming the Sultan’s weapon, killing anyone that dared to oppose him. We find out that Nasir’s mom, the Sultana, died ~mysteriously~ when he was young and after that his dad went batshit crazy essentially. Nasir does everything as a means to get his dad’s love and approval (even though he likes to pretend that he’s just doing shit just because ‘i have no life so might as well kill’). Nasir ends up falling for some servant girl, who’s tongue the Sultan serves to him in a golden box. After that he is very angsty like, “I can’t love anyone :( ” Or so he thinks.

Kae: Then we have our secondary characters. Like, the ‘friends we made a long the way’ characters who all def were trying to kill one another but it’s cool now ‘cause they love each other :)

Geena: The magical artifact was the magic of friendship :’)

Kae: LMAO YES. So we have Kifah, she is from Pelusia and she is a badass legendary warrior who is fast as lightniiiing, WILL ABSOLUTELY kick your ass with a staff (she won’t hesitate, BITCH) and she’s also really pretty and tall and she brings her own snacks and seasoning. I can relate because I too, bring seasoning and snacks when I know they will be needed. Kifah is funny, sarcastic, and one of the few people that has a witty retort to Altair and his tomfoolery. She also has a thing for Altair.

Altair, we love him! He’s a big buff boi with pretty eyes and a dazzling smile. He also makes a lot of dick jokes and is an absolute CHILD. But we love him for it and so does Kifah. They have the hots for each other. My boi doesn’t have good aim and he killed his homie on accident but we’ll get to that later. He is the #1 general in Ghameq’s (Nasir’s father) army and is ordered to tag along with Nasir on this unintentional road to friendship. He is the sunshine in Nasir’s life and Nasir HATES IT BECAUSE HE’S AN EMO BOI.

Geena: ALTAIR IS THE SUN TO NASIR’S MOON HONESTLY. ALSOO, we got our two best boys that unfortunately didn’t make it to the end :/ Deen, aka the boy that loved Zafira enough to go on an impossible quest with her and then die for her too. He’s Yasmine’s older brother and an absolute sweetheart who wears his emotions on his sleeve when around Zafira. In a way, he was Zafira’s first boyfriend who she didn’t love romantically. Deen proposes to her and she’s like *radio silence*. I DIED AT THAT KAE…. SHE WAS LIKE “NO COMMENT”

Kae: RADIO SILENCE LMAOO SHE WAS. She pulled a, “okay but like the arz tho…”

Geena: But yea! Deen literally dies in the first few chapters because of Altair’s shit aim…. No one ever hand him another bow and arrow again plz. So like I’m thinking Hafsah made him super sweet the first few chapters just so we would be devastated when he died like 5 chapters later or something.

We also have our wise old Safin (essentially an immortal Elf but like cooler) Benyamin, who is centuries old and a book nerd (relatable). He and Kifah join Nasir, Altair, and Zafira later on in their quest, and he seems to know a lot more than he lets one. We learn that Benyamin is the living embodiment of that one meme “Baby jordans, never worn - for sale” bc of his baby that didn’t make it :/. He wants the whole crew to be like a little family so bad that he enforces the word “zumra” aka gang on them and overall he was sly but sweet nonetheless and he too…. Kicked the can… all for the zumra :’(

→ The Ride or Die Relationships

Geena: One thing that Hafsah Faizal writes really well is the friendships between Zafira and the small crew that knows that she’s actually the Hunter that’s been keeping them fed for years. Zafira’s absolute best friend, Yasmine, supports Zafira in all her decisions EXCEPT for the decisions where Zafira parades as a man. Deen I suppose is the same as Yasmine, except he’s less snarky. It’s canon that Zafira would lay down her life for Yasmine, and not to sound like a weirdo but Zafira was wildly jealous when Yasmine got married to Misk... like “ugh now I have to share my bestie with a man??” only explanation is that Zafira is bi confirmed. Also, where we had Zafira ready to die for Yasmine, we also have Deen ready to die for Zafira (and he does...😭). IDK how Deen was hot, smart, sweet, and everything in between and he still died. Hafsah gave us the perfect man and was like “yeea FUCK that, the only love interest will be leech-scars sad boy.” ANYWAYS, The Zafira-Yasmine-Deen triangle is a whole “I would die for you” thing, whereas Yasmine is more of a “I would kill for you” and I think that’s beautiful :’)

Kae: Alrighty, so we also have the relationship between Altair and Nasir. They aren’t as close as Zafira, Deen, and Yasmine. At all. But they kind of have this “if it were not for the laws of this land, I would kill you” thing between them and it’s hilarious. Nasir is constantly like, “I can and will kill you, you bastard brute of a man” and Altair is like “do it bitch, I dare you” and Nasir tears up and stomps away like a brat. But as this journey continues, Nasir gets a newfound respect for Altair because he soon learns Altair isn’t a dumb brute at all and is actually pretty bright. Did we mention they’re brothers? Yeah, that’s a thing. But Nasir doesn’t learn this until the end of the story. Did Altair know the whole time? Yes. Did he swear to their mother to protect him? That as heavily implied so also yes. SO now Nasir is like, “oh noooo, I wanted to kill my brother and was also ORDERED BY MY BITCHASS DADDY TO KILL HIM” then boom goes the dynamite and Nasir finds that he can be a good boi. ANYWAYS WE LOVE ALTAIR IN THIS HOUSE.

Geena: OKAY SINCE KAE MENTIONED IT, AND THE WHOLE ALTAIR-NASIR THING. See since I have poor reading comprehension, I didn’t realize that Altair had promised to protect Nasir. SO THIS BRINGS ABOUT THE QUESTION of the servant girl, Kulsum, that Nasir realizes is working for Altair. The same girl that appeared around the time Nasir’s mom “died”, so does that mean Altair had sent her to help console his brother 👀 Does Altair feel partly responsible for the Sultan tearing out Kulsum’s tongue?? If so… both Altair and Nasir need mad therapy

The Bad:

→ The Sea Monster

Kae: So, this isn’t inherently bad and we honestly have nothing bad to say about the book, let’s get that straight. But we wanted to mention it because it was eh. So we have a sea monster scene when Altair and Nasir are on their way to the island. It’s from an old folktale they’d heard growing up, that sea monsters lurked in the sea. They end up running into a sea monster and it is blind and attacking their ship. It is following them by sound so they eventually realize they need to shut the hell up. But then there is our wonderful golden buff boy, Altair. He starts singing, taunting the sea monster and Nasir is like “BOY IF U DONT-” but then his singing kills it. Apparently, the monster hates music and song? So there’s that. It as a very quick scene and I kind of wish I was longer and more dangerous. I wanted some bloodshed! Maybe a sunken ship! But it was still okay.

Geena: Kae said everything that had to be said about that scene. And I agree, it was cool to have a monster from the author’s folklore, but at the same time, it didn’t really add much to the story other than the fact that Altair knows how to sing (whether he can sing well is a different story).

The Ugly...Crying:

→ The Lion and The Sultan

Geena: This is going to be very cliche but the ugliest thing in this book was the Sultan, our main villain, who is later revealed to be controlled by the Lion aka some ancient ifrit-safin hybrid dude that was the cause of all of Arawiya’s problems. First off, we find out near the end that the Sultan is possessed by the Lion because Nasir’s mom had a big swig of dumbass juice and gave the Sultan a pendant from the place where the Lion was imprisoned. So, following his mother’s “Death” Nasir watches the Sultan’s descent into a sort of madness and suffers under his dad’s abuse. The Lion is also Nasir’s Mom’s Ex so you can imagine what kind of shitshow that was. The Lion is also coincidentally Altair’s dad, and I’m guessing the Lion was like “fuck them kids” because he wanted Nasir to murder Altair... his only son :/ ANYWAYS, the Lion is a terrible dad 0/10 should ever have kids.

ALSOOO THIS BITCH WAS OUT HERE CONTROLLING ZAFIRA HALF HER LIFE??? And was instrumental in her dad’s death, since he’s the embodiment of dark magic -- which makes up the Arz (evil forest) -- we learn that the Lion coaxed Zafia’s dad into entering the forest and essentially turning him mad, which lead to her mom killing him. AND IN A WAY, he can control Zafira?? Or at least get into her head.

Kae: Geena said everything perfectly. The Lion is a skank bitch and we HATE HIM. But if we hate him, that means he was written really well so HELL YEAH HAFSAH. Now to the Sultan. The Sultan, like Geena said, is possessed by the Lion. And upon learning that in the book, I kind of felt bad for him and Nasir. Nasir remembers when his father was kind and loved him. He has watched the decline of the Sultan and this drastic change from kind to 100% evil as fuuuck. The Sultan has no control over this and Nasir just wants to please his father to get that love back from him. He sees small flashes of the man the Sultan used to be, but they are very quick and sometimes he almost misses it. The real Sultan is stomped out by the Lion whenever he peeks through.

Geena: Like can the sultan see the shit that the lion is doing? BRO THAT WOULD BE TORTURE! Oh my god, when they finally break the spell on him there are going to be so many tears between Nasir and his dad.

Kae: YOO WHAT IF IT’S LIKE HE CAN SEE EVERYTHING OUT OF HIS OWN EYES BUT CAN’T CONTROL IT? DUDE NOW IM EXTRAAA SAD.

Geena: What’s sadder than all that? THE FACT THAT OUR FAVOURITE HIMBO, ALTAIR, GOT LEFT BEHIND. At the height of the action as Nasir and the surviving zumra are escaping we find out that Altair never makes it to their escape ship…. Even though it was Altair’s powers that helped them escape. And then we find out that he’s stuck in the Lion’s lair…. Thinking that no one cared to look for him… scuse me while I weep…. Hafsah didn’t have to do him like that 😭

Kae: OKAY MOOD. YOU SAID IT PERFECTLY. And like, she wrote that part so well. Because you know how sometimes the reader knows something the characters don’t? Like, NONE OF US, THE READER OR THE CHARACTERS realized Altair was left behind until Hafsah mentioned it. It was heart-shattering. And everyone is instantly like “shit shit shit shit we fucked UP. We have to go back.” But they can’t go back. So everyone in this feels horrible. Altair feels horrible because he thinks his friends (and beautiful warrior crush) have left him behind. Nasir feels horrible because he left his brother. And the rest of the zumra because they left their friend. Also, the reader, because we see how all this shit went down. It’s just a whole roller coaster of emotions and ALTAIR IS LOVELY AND WE WANT HIM BACK. But this also leaves potential for him to switch sides and join his evil father. It’s totally a possibility and we do NOT WANT THIS TO HAPPEN TO OUR FAVE. OUR HABIBI (because he calls Nasir that and Nasir, the brooding death prince hates that) HAS TO COME BACK SAFE AND UNHARMED... fin

Conclusion

Geena: That concludes our review, we didn’t really touch on the romance and so on but it’s how you say… a slow burn? Also, we had so many thoughts about the characters because they’re all soo interesting and have their own stories that we LOVED. Hafsah did a great job at world-building and introducing her individual characters gradually, she didn’t just slap us with like six characters at once and call it a day. AND HER PLOT TWISTS??? POETIC CINEMA… As a self-proclaimed dunce, I did not see half of them coming, every single thing I thought would happen didn’t happen. For example, I thought that Benyamin was Altair’s dad at some point. Overall, this is a great Arabia inspired fantasy with engaging characters and a fast-paced plot that keeps you guessing what’ll happen next. I give it 9/10 (-1 for Altair’s suffering).

Kae: Ngl I totally forgot about the romance. “It means nothing” GAH THE FOOL. BUT YES. I can’t believe we forgot the romance and their collar bone touching. Also the inevitable ‘omg I just caught you coming out of the bath and now I see your scars oooo’ and honestly tho mood because I wouldn’t avert my eyes either. ANYWAY, the world-building is beautifully written as were the characters. Geena is right. Everyone has their own stories and the time was taken out to tell each one. None of the characters were dumbed down and neither were their backstories. They all had their own personalities and interests and quirks. The fantasy, the magic, and the history was rich. There was never a boring moment. I give it a 10/10 because I was super entertained and the slowburn was to die for. BUUUT. I’m still SICK that Deen was killed off five minutes into the adventure because I would’ve loved to see him giving Nasir the ~death glare~ whenever he looked at Zafira ASJDADKLJK.

Geena: IM CRYING, YES I AGREE 100% Wish we had gotten that good ol’ Deen-Nasir beef.

Kae: omg it would’ve been such a good beef because I feel like they would absolutely become friends at some point and HATE that they respect each other. WELP. THAT BE ALL, FOLKS. READ THIS BOOK CAUSE IT’S GOOD.

#We Hunt the Flame #Hafsah Faizal #book review #booklr

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its-just-a-fayz · 4 years

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Heartbeat On Air:Chapter 10

read on ao3

chapter 9/chapter 11

bet you thought i wasn’t gonna update, huh? well, i am. i’m very sorry that this is late, but she’s here! idk what posting is gonna look like going forward tho. also the whole first draft is written, so i will just be editing and publishing this story! which will hopefully be less stressful and lead to more updates.

tag list: @emilybarger @lordcheesy @sheeswee @tayuya3 @sweetlialia @thesickeststupidestcreep send me a message/ask/carrier pigeon if you wanna get added.

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and finally, the chapter:

Sometimes, you just have to rip off the band-aid of confrontation. It’s a very painful band-aid, however, so Sam was reluctant to confront Diana and Astrid.

Lucky for him, he had a boyfriend who could be persuaded to join him for a double date. It wouldn’t be for a few more weeks though, since Astrid and Diana still needed to get to know each other more before Caine could even realize that they were a couple. For all his sadistic genius, he was the most oblivious straight boy Sam knew.

Sam still wondered if Caine would realize Diana was dating Astrid if they made out in front of him. Then he realized that yes, Caine would. And he’d probably get some popcorn to eat while he watched. Sometimes, Sam wondered if there had been a way for Caine to turn out more messed up.

Meanwhile, Sam got to field Astrid’s enthusiastic texts about her date tomorrow. She was adorably excited, to the point where he actually teased her about it. Astrid’s contact now had a dog emoji on the end of it.

So you seem a normal amount of excited about the date

I can’t wait!! To see diana!! And hold her hand!! And eat shitty food!

She took me on this date to a nice place with good food

But mine’s gayyyyyy

It’s got good service don’t knock Lana she’s cool

Omg shoud I kiss her

I wanna kiss her

But are we There Yet or not

The number one rule of dating is that it’s all made up and the points don’t matter

Real helpful. Is that how you got that boyfriend of yours?

Hey it’s one more boyfriend than you have

Yeah but I have a gf which is 67484392058 times better

Speak for yourself. I’m too gay for a gf

I’ve liked one girl in my whole life

That was It.

Who?????? I can’t believe the same temple I know has liked a girl

Eighth grade. Like most things about eighth grade I’ve left that crush behind

I still follow her on insta

Shes still cute and I would date her

My sexuality is a mess™

Yeah but quinn probably thinks it’s a hot mess

😉😉

You’re right he calls me a hot mess a Lot

Something about my messy room

If you’re having ur bf over you better clean your room.

I keep it clean now!

It was before we were dating

Oooh do I get the origin story now

No.

Perish.

It’s too embarrassing to tell.

When I have an embarrassing story about me n diana will u tell me?

Maybe. Hard maybe.

Hard as u

When

I’m gonna stop you right there

Do not even or I will block ur ass

Fine. I have to pack for college anyways.

I’ll leave you behind to NOT TELL ME ANYTHING

Texting Astrid was another world, far away from Caine and blackmail and trials and mothers. Sam would be lying if he said he didn’t spend more time than he should texting her.

Caine still hadn’t replied. Sam was tempted to send another text, but that one would probably be ignored too. He probably didn’t care how Connie felt about him leaving at all.

He remembered that he actually needed to text Astrid about something, that being the double date idea for telling her and Diana about Caine’s plan.

Oh hey speaking of me and Quinn do you ever want to double date sometime

Like when you and diana are ready

Ya sure

Like not for a while tho

You’ll let me know right

Uh huh. Now leave me alone lemme pack

Now that was out of the way, so Sam could go back to making sure Connie was paying the bills, and not letting everything go to shit before the trial. He had a long to-do list for today, and it was probably best to get on it.

***

Astrid woke to soft sun coming in through the window and a light headache. Ugh. She’d stayed up late last night packing everything she owned into boxes and picking out an outfit. It had taken her forever, even with Sam over the phone telling her that she looked good in everything. Astrid had just been so nervous about the date today, and Diana.

Thinking about Diana energized Astrid enough to get out of bed and get started with her day. Which was pretty boring, just more packing, working out her schedule, and talking with her parents about the future. August was upon her, and that meant college was right around the corner.

Yet even as she made all these decisions about her future, Astrid couldn’t help but think about how her future life would be like with Diana as her girlfriend. Would they talk over the phone while Astrid sat on the comforter she ordered? Would they talk about the classes she signed up for? Maybe Diana would visit her dormitory, and help her move in.

By the time the evening came around, she could barely wait to see Diana. The second she could somewhat justify her actions, Astrid threw on her outfit, and made the short drive over to the restaurant.

She checked her watch. A half-hour early, a result of her stress over not being late and her excitement. Astrid stayed in her car, listening to the music on the radio. Not Diana’s station, but another one that she’d been listening to more lately. About ten minutes before the time they’d set, she got out and waited next to the restaurant, the yellow neon sign over her head.

It didn’t take long before Diana showed up. She got out of her car and walked over to Astrid, enveloping her in a hug before she could say anything. Astrid inhaled the scent of Diana this close to her, and wished the embrace would never end.

But then, when they broke apart Diana took her left hand in her right, and all was forgiven. They walked into the restaurant together, hands swinging between them.

The girl behind the counter got their attention as they went in. “Hi, I’m Lana. Welcome to the Healing Place, where would you guys like to sit?”

Diana looked at Astrid. “Um, a booth would be nice.”

“Alright, I can get that for you,” Lana said, grabbing two menus from under the table. She led Astrid and Diana to their table. “I’ll get you guys started off with some fries right away.”

Astrid sat down across from Diana and opened the menu in front of her. “So. I know it’s not as fancy and modern as your burger place, but…”Astrid trailed off, not sure what to say. After daydreaming about how this would go all day, she was suddenly at a loss for words. Lana rushed by again, setting a plastic basket full of fries on the table.

“It’s-it’s fine,” Diana said, taking the ketchup and squirting some next to the fries. “The people here seem really nice, and we didn’t get any weird looks walking in, which is a step above my burger place. It’s a good place to talk. As a couple.”

“Did you have something in mind?” Astrid asked, quirking an eyebrow. Her mind had jumped to R-rated places, and she was half-hoping those assumptions were wrong. She took a couple fries from the basket.

“Just wanted to talk about what being together is going to mean,” Diana said, “for the future, for the present, whatever.” She paused, looking Astrid in the eye. “I want this to go right, so communication is important.”

“Yeah,” Astrid said, a smile forming on her face. “I want this to go right too. We should talk about it.”

“Ok,” Diana replied, taking out her phone, “I actually made a list of things, if that’s not weird or anything, of stuff to go over.”

“Oh no, that’s not weird at all,” Astrid said, laughing. “I made a list of conversation points when I came out to my parents, so if you’re weird, I’m weird.”

“Wait, really? I almost did that,” Diana said, “I had a like, mental list, but I didn’t want to write it down.” She paused, looking down at the screen. “Ok, so how often do you want to get together? Like for dates and stuff. I don’t want to completely U-HAUL it, but I also want to see your face at least twice a week.”

Astrid nodded. “Yeah, that works. And maybe do FaceTime calls whenever we can’t do a date. Or we could do those on days we don’t have dates. But that might be a little too much.”

“Hmm…” Diana pondered it. “Maybe two or three days a week? Not everyday, no, but still do it some? We tend to talk for hours, so I don’t want to do that too much.”

“That works,” Astrid said, “And of course, we can change it based on what happens in our lives. What’s the next thing?”

“Fast or slow?” Diana asked, looking Astrid in the eyes. Astrid momentarily forgot how to form words. Actually, it was a bit longer than a moment.

“Slow, I think. This is my first big relationship, and I want to really get to know you before things get serious,” Astrid said, casting her gaze to the table, cheeks red.

“And here are your fries, ladies,” A server—who was not Lana—put a basket of fries down on the table. “New couple?”

Diana looked at the server. She had dark skin, black curly hair pulled into a ponytail, and a laid-back, yet intelligent air about her. “Uh, yeah.”

“Nice to meet you both, I’m Dekka, Lana’s girlfriend,” Dekka said, “You guys ready to order?”

“Not quite yet,” Astrid said, “We’ve kind of just been...talking.”

“Oh, I remember that part of a new relationship,” Dekka said, “Trying to get to know each other as much as you can, still working out your feelings.”

Astrid and Diana looked at each other. “Uh yeah,” Diana said.

“Well, you look like you get along pretty well. Hopefully, you’ll come back sometime,” Dekka said, winking. “I’ll get your orders in a minute.” She left.

“That was, uh, awkward,” Astrid said, “I swear she just winked at us. So, are you ok with going slow?”

“Yeah,” Diana said, “I don’t mind. It should be better than previous relationships-guys never wanted to take it slow with me.” Caine. Caine never wanted to take it slow. It was all she could do to not say his name. She didn’t want his presence to taint this. She wanted this to be different.

While Astrid really wanted to take this moment to ask Diana about her previous relationships, to get to know her a little better, she was also very curious about what else Diana wanted to talk about. “Anything else important on that list of yours?”

“Not...really. Most of it was specific boundaries if we were going to take it fast. Although I do have to ask, can I come over to your house after dinner?” Diana asked, “And do you want to split an appetizer other than the fries?”

“Uh, yeah. You can come over. And how about we split some nachos,” Astrid said, very happy about both of these things. Diana at her house could only lead to good things. Also, they’d been eating fries all throughout the conversation, and there weren’t many left.

“Sounds like a plan. So, how’s packing for college going?” Diana asked, moving into a more easy topic of conversation.

Astrid told her about finding boxes that fit, choosing which books to bring and leave behind (a heartbreaking process), and her parents begging her to keep everything instead of donating some of it. They ordered, and kept talking about how weird parents could get while they waited for their food to come.

“My parents shipped me off to Coates because they didn’t want to deal with their own mistakes,” Diana said, gesturing with a chip. “Like, if you’re going to cheat on your wife, at least be subtle about it. I was what, five, when I figured it out.”

“Yikes,” Astrid said, “I’d hate to go to one of your family reunions. They got divorced after that, right?”

“Yeah, and shipped me off to Coates, where I tried to stay as far away from them as possible. Around sophomore year-ish, I kind of realized I didn’t want to be like them, so I started to be a good student, get good grades, all that. I got my job at the radio station, made some money so I could get away. They want me to move back in with them, now that I’m not going to college.” They always wondered what had happened to Caine. They loved him.

“Wow. You’ve still got your own apartment and everything though, right?” Astrid asked, “I still live with my parents.”

“Yeah, but you’re going off to college. So you’ll be fully independent,” Diana said, “My apartment is too small to qualify me as ‘living’ on my own. It’s more like surviving, with a side of telling your neighbors to stop having loud arguments next door.”

“There’s no way I’m going to be fully independent in college, no way. I’m going to get peer pressured into everything, knowing me,” Astrid said, giving Diana a look.

“Or you’ll spend too much time studying to actually take care of things,” Diana said, pointing an accusatory fry at Astrid. “Because that was me during finals senior year. I didn’t do laundry for two weeks.”

“Ew! That’s so gross,” Astrid said, leaning forward to snatch the fry out of Diana’s hand with her mouth. Through the fry, she asked, “How do you live like that?”

“Not very happily, let me tell you,” Diana said, laughing. “I had a monster load of laundry to do when summer started. Trust me, I paid for my mistakes.”

Astrid put a hand on Diana’s arm, then said, almost jokingly, “If you ever go two weeks without laundry again, promise me you will call me so that I can come over and do it for you. And maybe cook you a meal or two.”

“I promise,” Diana said, rolling her eyes, “It might be nice to have someone holding me accountable for how I live.”

“Don’t make me call the queer eye guys on you. Antoni would have a fit over the amount of takeout you post on instagram. And Karamo would make you confront Caine,” Astrid said, lifting up her phone like she was about to call them. “Don’t make me do it.”

Diana laughed, loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear her. “Ok, that makes me feel like I absolutely have to keep my life in order. Jonathan van Ness follows my twitter.”

“No way! No way,” Astrid said, her mouth falling open. “How...JVN follows you. Who am I even dating? A literal celebrity?”

“Well...not yet. Being big in the music industry can kind of make you a celebrity, but not in a terrible way. Like, it’s more like being a public figure than a celebrity. Jonathan followed me because I vagued Caine about his shitty hygiene,” Diana said, shrugging like it was no big deal.

“Still. Jonathan Van fucking Ness. That is an accomplishment, Diana,” Astrid said, slapping the table for emphasis.

Conversation never seemed to go in the direction it was supposed to when they were talking, but Astrid didn’t mind it a bit. This was much more fun than small talk. Their food came a little later, and they dug into it immediately, the anxiety that had been there their previous date absent.

“This is terrible food,” Diana said, putting down her burger.

“Yep,” Astrid said, “but we’re eating it.”

“Magical. Especially when Antoni would probably cuss me out on the spot for consuming this much processed food in one sitting,” Diana said, reaching for the fries that had come as a side. “The cholesterol is enough to give me heart problems.”

Astrid put her sandwich down. “Yeah. But I kind of really want to keep eating it.”

“This is gay witchcraft,” Diana said, a few minutes later when she’d finished her burger. “There is no way that should be appetizing.”

“Agreed,” Astrid said, digging into her side of applesauce. “I swear this thing is fried somehow because I can just taste it.”

It wasn’t long before they had both finished the meal, and were slouched in their seats, tired and reluctant to move. The check was paid, and it was about time for them to get out of there. Not many people were left in the restaurant. “We should go back to my house,” Astrid said.

“Yeah,” Diana replied. After a few more minutes of silence, they got up and headed for their cars. Astrid had already given Diana her address, so they both left for Astrid’s house at the same time.

#ladrison #gone #gone series #gone tv #diana ladris #astrid ellison #fan fic #lesbian #sam temple #quinn gaither #sinn #starredwrites #heartbeat on air #bisexual #wlw #fanfiction #gone fic #fan fiction

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frawgs · 5 years

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ms. raven, my best friend is mad at me for following her baby daddy on insta, but we followed each other back when they were still together and i never go on insta so i didn’t even know i still followed him but i unfollowed and blocked him and i told her this but she’s still mad and idk what to do. any advice?

she’s insecure she’ll get over it when she realizes u don’t want him

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sofhyuck · 6 years

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Terrace House!AU Winwin

Genre: fluff, bullet point scenario, veeeery brief mention of sexual harassment

Word Count: 1.9k so close to 2k i swear

A/N please read the introduction first!!

am i doing this in any particular order?

absolutely not lmao

anyways for this au let’s pretend uhhh you’re a famous Instagram/social media personality (idfk) and you’ve done multiple collab videos with other idols such as Amber and Jae so you’re fairly well known in the kpop sphere

and lil baby sicheng won’t ever dare to admit it bc he will be teased relentlessly has a tiny lil crush on you

tiny little as in he has a secret insta just to follow you so he can keep updated since sm doesn’t let them even dream of having their own accounts

anywayssssss

you’re running a tiny lil bit late because you just came from a business meeting oversees and the airport lost your luggage and it was a whole mess so now you’re tired and aggravated from fighting with the airport staff and you’re terrified of making a bad first impression

luckily you managed to gather all of your suitcases and traffic isn’t bad so you’ll be able to make it for dinner

but that doesn’t ease the anxiety of meeting five new people that you’ll be living with for the next few months

the driver pulls up to the house and you thank him and lowkey you’re shaking a little but it’s fiiinehaha

the door opens before you even ring the doorbell bc everyone was waiting for you and a woman in her late twenties with a kind smile pokes her head out

“finally you’re here! we were beginning to think you weren’t going to show”

and you just blush and stutter out an apology but she just shushes you and ushers you inside, yelling out for someone to bring your luggage into your room

there’s barely time to take in your surroundings before you’re dragged into the living room were most of the house was gathered only to be met by a soft gasp

poor sicheng is red bc yea he just gasped when he saw you how embarrassing can you get poor kid

lucky for him you couldn’t figure out where the gasp came from so he’s safe for now although one of his roommates can already tell sicheng is in love with you ooooh boy

you quickly introduce yourself, the younger members already knowing who you were, excitement clear on their faces sicheng literally bouta hop out of his seat cute bubby

and everyone introduces themself and when it gets to sicheng you just cut him off with a giggle like “i know who you are”

and he is sh00k bc wow you know who he is what is life and your giggle was so cute wtf of course she knows who you are sicheng

meanwhile you’re like wow he’s even cuter in person this is why all of nct is fucking wh i p ped for him

the woman who met you at the door has already dubbed all of you as her children and a man around her age is your dad she’s an unashamed queen and you all love her

but it’s getting late so you all retire to your respective rooms but the fun doesn’t end there for you ladies oh no

mama wants to gossip she seent the way sicheng gazed at you heart eyes and all what am i even saying anymore idk i’m watching jeffree star and shane dawson while writing this oops back on tracknow

so she sits you and your other roommate down and is just like...spill the tea girls who’s cute who’s not past relationships i want everything go!

and they both look at you bc they know you and sicheng already have a lil somethin going on

so you’re like yea obvi i think he’s cute i mean look at him

but they just look at you like mmhmm sure that’s all

so you sigh and just sort of...spill it all out talking about how you never really have the chance to date since you’re kind of in the limelight now and the possibility of being caught up in a controversy is hella high

so yea you’re a little wary about flat out stating you might have a crush on an internationally worshiped idol

and your roommates just nod in understanding and then you switch topics, talking until three in the morning and you’re about to pass out

meanwhile in the boys room... *insert cool visual transition*

sicheng was being teased to hell and back before he finally has to be like...yea i think she’s cute but i don’t really want to say more for risk of her getting swept up in some controversy she doesn’t deserve that wow we stan a gentleman

so now there’s this mutual understanding within the house to not push the idea of you and sicheng too hard

even the producers are in on it bc they don’t want their show getting a bad rep either

but it’s still inevitable you guys hang out, i mean, you’re living in the same house and there is an obvious attraction between you two

now sicheng’s in a bit of a lull right now, his comeback just wrapped up and he’s not doing anymore promotional activities so he’s resting a bit and he’s getting a lil bored just hanging at the house

meanwhile you’re doing a mini series where you go around to different attractions and just live the tourist life you’ve never been able to live before

for your next episode you’re going to everland and you’re like...why not invite people from the house??? bc it’ll be boring to go by yourself

so you invite everyone and that’s how you all end up at an amusement park running around like children

your manager supplied the group with three mini cameras so that you can break up into groups and obvi mom and dad pair up and the other roommates want you and sicheng to be able to spend time together

so you all get your cameras and split up on your own to wreak havoc have fun!!

does sicheng like rollercoasters??? idk but lets say he does and you don’t mind them either as long as they don’t go upside down and the line isn’t long yes this was me at everland i went on two rides rip

but there’s a problem...putting two well known celebrities together in a highly populated area is uhhhh not the best idea

you get in line for a ride, having a nice conversation about your lives when a group of giggling girls join the line behind you

giggles quickly turn into squeals as they spot sicheng and you don’t really know what to do bc you’ve never had to deal with fangirls before, especially not this close

and while you know that fans are generally nice...you’re still hyper aware that some are...not so nice

and one of the girls in the group is not looking at you too kindly while sicheng offers to take pictures with them

you’re more than happy to take the pictures for them until one girl practically throws her phone at you and grabs sicheng’s arm

now you’re obviously glaring at her while she strokes his arm, oblivious to how uncomfortable he is

when her hand begins to travel, ahem, a little lower you snap

the producers weren’t even saying anything while sicheng is literally being groped????

you shove her phone into her hand and grab sicheng’s hand before sprinting away from the girls and the cameras, finally stopping in an almost empty area of the park

in your rush you left your personal camera by the roller coaster, leaving you and sicheng completely alone and camera free for the first time in months

you both take a moment to catch your breath, settling down on a bench

sicheng breaks the silence by wrapping his arms around you and letting out a few shaky breaths

it took you a few moments to realize he was crying

the two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, letting him cry all his tears out

eventually his breaths evened out and he removed himself from your shoulder

“thank you for that” he sniffled “i was so scared and i didn’t know what to do there were so many people and cameras and everything was happening at once-”

you quietly shushed him, wiping away stray tears from his cheek

“it’s ok sicheng, that shouldn’t have happened. no one has the right to touch someone else like that without consent and the crew shouldn’t have just done nothing, to be honest i’m really mad right now and i don’t want to go back there where every single move we make will be recorded. let’s just...stay her for awhile”

and you two do

you talk about anything and everything ranging from your favorite color to the pressures of living in the limelight

you finally get the opportunity to talk how you’ve wanted to for the past few months but haven’t been able to because of all the cameras constantly surrounding you

and you guys texted the house groupchat so they all know where you are but they don’t tell the cameramen bless their souls

finally it’s time for you all to meet at the front gate and you both get an ear full from the producers

but oh ho your manager knows what happens so before the producers can finish he goes o f f on them bc they handled the situation incredibly unprofessionally

despite your ability to avoid cameras, word about the whole incident spread rather quickly and, well, nctzens fucking loved you lol

so from then on, you and sicheng didn’t really care about being close on camera

plus fans had been shipping you since the show had first aired and your ship name was trending for almost two days when news of the incident first broke

yuta and taeil had even face timed sicheng to tell you they fully approved of your relationship

speaking of relationships

you and sicheng had gone on multiple dates that totally weren’t dates but also totally were

so you guys were basically dating without either of you having actually asked the other out

you’re just happily living loving each other while the entire production crew, cast, nctzens, and all of nct are like

p l s just make it official we’re all dy i ng

after the show you guys still hang out like all the time his dorm is basically your second home

and one day you two are sat cuddling in his room, rewatching your show and reminiscing about the good old times it’s been a month calm down there kids

until you notice him staring at you so you look over at him and you both just stare at each other for a minute and then he just leans down and pecks your lips

and you both just smile until you speak up

“so...dong sicheng...will you be my boyfriend”

he pouts because “i was supposed to ask you first”

“well maybe if you didn’t take so long i wouldn’t have had to make the first move!”

“i’m the one who kissed you though!”

you two continue your banter until he kisses you again, effectively shutting you up

the rest of the day is spent cuddling and kissing, briefly interrupted by yuta walking into the room only to tear up and leave the room

to this day he refuses to tell you if it was due to his happiness or jealousy

Masterlist

#again idk how to end these things oh well #i did this all in one sitting i haven't even had lunch yet pls make this wort it #winwin #winwin imagine #winwin scenario #winwin au #nct imagine #nct scenario #nct au #nct fluff #winwin fluff #dong sicheng #sicheng

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throw-the-torch · 6 years

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Alex Galchenyuk & Brendan Gallagher - Peaches (Part 1) (Requested)

A/N: Enjoy my lovelies :)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.3 K

Request: Hey! I found your blog like a month ago and love it! I was wondering if you could do a love triangle with one of the bromances, ex) The Gallys, Toews and Kaner, Seguin and Benn, etc. (Your choice) It could be like all you are good friends, but both start having feels for you and become confused, idk I will leave that up to you! Love your work!!!

“Hey what do you want to do on Friday?” Brendan asked as you finished putting the last of the dishes in the dishwasher, he was busy sitting at the counter putting some leftovers into Tupperware.

“Alex and I are going to the Renaissance exposition at the Fine Arts Museum,” you said, recalling the plans you had made with your best friend’s teammate.

“Since when do you guys hang out?” Brendan asked and there was a tone in his voice you couldn’t place, it was almost like he was annoyed.

“I don’t know. He’s kind of here all the time and I just mentioned one day that I wanted to go and he said he was interested too so we made the plans. He lived in Italy for a bit and said he never had time to appreciate the art.” you said, feeling a little defensive. You and Brendan had been friends for years, when you got accepted to McGill you moved to Montreal and Brendan asked if you wanted to live together. Everything had been going pretty smoothly, the two of you working out a schedule and you had the natural habit of taking care of each other so it worked.

“All good I’ll hang with my other best friend,” Brendan said, this time the annoyance in his voice clear as he hopped off his seat and headed to his bedroom. You knew better than to go after him, Brendan was a shit disturber on and off the ice and whatever was bothering him, he would come to you about it later.

Brendan had been off the rest of the week; every time Alex came over he kept to himself. He basically ignored you which made you mad because you did nothing wrong. Friday finally rolled around and you were getting ready when you notice Brendan standing at your doorframe. This wasn’t unusual, he had a tendency to lay on your bed and chat with you while you put makeup on and did your hair.

“Someone’s getting dolled up,” Brendan said and you could feel his gaze looking you up and down.

“Yeah Dad, I thought maybe there would be a cute Insta pic opportunity,” you said, pulling your jacket over your shoulder. Your patience for Brendan’s crappy attitude was starting to get on your nerves. “Alex is outside, I’ll see you later” you said and you headed for the front door, pausing only to pick up your purse.

“I think I’ll come with you,” Brendan said “It’s not like it’s a date or anything” he added as he pulled on a snapback and followed you out the door. You rolled your eyes and followed him to Alex’s car. You climbed into the backseat, crossing your arms and suddenly feeling over this whole excursion. You knew Brendan and knew he was going to get bored quickly and that your museum time would get cut short.

“Hey man I didn’t know you were into art,” Alex said with surprise as he watched Brendan climb into the car.

“Well my best friend is interested so I figured she’s sat through enough hockey that I could return the favor” Brendan replied with a smile plastered on his face. Alex didn’t answer but instead gave you a look in his rear-view mirror to which you just shook your head.

The drive was quiet, a tension in the car was evident. Once you got to the counter of the museum it became a tug of war between the boys about who was paying for your ticket so you just scanned your card to pay for the three, grabbed your ticket and walked ahead of them.

“Why is she mad?” you could hear Brendan mumble but you were determined not to let him annoy you. The museum was pretty empty which made you a little happier. You started walking around, reading the panels and getting absorbed to the point that you didn’t realize that Alex had kept up to you.

“That’s really pretty,” Alex said, his voice sincere.

“It’s one of my favorites actually” you responded, taking the time to explain parts of the painting to Alex.

“Hey Y/N why do all the babies in these pictures look like old men?” Brendan interrupted before moving along to the next room. You rolled your eyes, at the rate that he was moving through the rooms he would be done in 10 minutes and be asking you when it was time to leave.

“You know I thought today was going to be just the two of us,” Alex said, rubbing the back of his neck as he spoke “I was kind of looking for some alone time with you. I have something I want to tell you” Alex said and immediately you felt nervous.

“What is it?” you said, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Y/N I’m sure you have guys asking you out all the time but I was wondering if you wanted to go out on a date with me sometime? I really like you. You’re so smart and funny and you give me butterflies every time you walk into a room. I was kind of hoping I would ask this and then we would go out for dinner after the museum but we seem to have a third wheel” he said letting out a nervous chuckle at the end.

You didn’t know but Brendan was watching the exchange happen and his heart was racing. He saw the way you looked at Alex and he knew you were about to say yes. At that moment he did the only thing he could think of doing when he saw the love of his life falling for someone else; he called in the best friend code. Before you had a chance to answer Alex you heard Brendan practically shout the word “Peaches”.

You looked at Brendan as soon as the word was out of his mouth. It was something you guys came up with as kids. If there was ever a situation where you guys were uncomfortable or needed to exit immediately then you would say peaches and without question, the other would follow.

“Alex I’m sorry I just need to talk to Brendan one second,” you said, your loyalty pulling you to your best friend. “Don’t think I’m running from this conversation okay? I’ll be right back” you said giving him a sincere smile before following Brendan into the other room.

“You better have a damn good reason for calling peaches,” you said to Brendan as soon as you were a decent distance away from Alex. “We haven’t done that since we were kids”.

“I called peaches because I love you” Brendan said, pulling his cap off to run his hand through his hair, something he only did when he was nervous.

“I love you too but I still don’t understand,” you said, not sure what he meant by it.

“No Y/N I love you, I love you like Jack loves Sally, how Romeo loves Juliette. I have for a long time and I called Peaches because I couldn’t watch you agree to go on a date with Alex. He’s a great guy and he likes art like you and can say cute things in Italian and he likes to travel, you would fall for him and I just couldn’t watch that happen”.

With Brendan’s confession you felt like the floor disappeared from under you. You didn’t know what you were feeling, so many emotions coming at you at the same time. You did the only thing you could think of doing and turned and started to walk away. “I need to go” you said, walking out of the room and out of the museum, not looking back to see if any of them followed you. What the hell were you going to do?

#hockey imagines #hockey one shots #hockey writing #alex galchenyuk imagine #brendan gallagher imagine #hockey fan fiction #throw-the-torch

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marvelbuilt · 6 years

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hi okay so i’m going to make this post because i dont have too many rp friends that i can even talk to about this.

so im like really upset right now because two of my best rp friends havent like spoken to me in months. so basically we’d all been friends for a very long time via MANY different fandoms. we had our own discord gc and servers and stuff and talked nearly every day. they were really there for me when my ex dumped me unexpectedly and i was an utter mess and they were there for me as i got better. i’ve also been there for them for insecurities, among other things. we were all really good friends.

so two of us watch drag race, nothing new there, and while i assumed the other was watching live, with me, i sent in a group chat “MONET WAS ROBBED” to which she was understandably upset that i spoiled that singular episode on who went home for her. but the way she went about it really put me off. that coupled with my worry that i was just annoying them both at this point, had me overreacting and leaving the gc. i thought things would just cool down; whatever. well no one ever messaged me, not that i expected them to, so i eventually messaged them and apologized and explained why i felt insecure about things and that i loved them a lot like literally sisters to my gay ass. then we talked about like one thing? and then they completely stopped responding to my messages.

that was fine; i just figured they had left the rpc, as all their blogs went onto hiatus and maybe they’d abandoned their discords as well, idk. so then we still have each other on snapchat and insta/twitter. she tweets something about waiting for incredibles 2, i tweet back something just semi-sarcastic with edna mode handing out tissues. it was a joke but apparently we weren’t there yet lmao. so never got a response. like a month or two passes and i realize that our snap chat group is now empty (we like used it very rarely), meaning both of them had left. mind you; i’m only talking about one of them currently.

that was like a week or two ago and i realized; wow maybe they’re like done with rp for good and don’t want anything to do with me. i dont reminders of friends who aren’t coming back so i removed them from my discord (they hadn’t responded in months anyway) and unfollowed via twitter and like removed them from snapchat. it’s not that deep, especially for people who didn’t seem to want to talk anymore.

anyways; after the yj trailer was released during comic con last week, i decided to make dcbuilt finally and really buckle down. i started following people and found a blog that looked remarkably similar to that one friend. i followed and liked posts, until i finally realized that it was in fact her. i then realized she was never going to follow back and again tried to make amends, explaining why i removed them from things, because i figured they weren’t coming back / didn’t want to talk anymore; whatever. i wasn’t sure how to contact her, so i resorted to an ask on our blogs yesterdays. i said i didn’t want to go back into yj without having her to talk about it with among wanting to be friends again.

this morning i woke up, half-expecting to not hear back, only to see i’m no longer following the blog, meaning she softblocked me. i couldn’t even get an answer to whether or not we could be friends again; just a softblock so she doesn’t have to deal with me.

i literally lost TWO of my best friends because i spoiled an episode of drag race and put a gif of edna mode handing tissues on twitter. like, they are some of the sweetest girls i have ever met and i adore them dearly, still to this day. the issues i caused were mistakes; no doubt. but i never thought of them as issues that would result in a softblock. i dont even know what my other friend thinks of me?? like i can only just imagine she’s going along with her.

anyway, the yj fandom is small right now and i’m worried that things are going to be awkward and im like just kinda floored that all of this has happened. like i never meant to harm in anyway. i dont even know why she’s upset with me. i spoiled an episode of who went home on drag race, apologized and was forgiven. then, thinking we’re good, i sent a sarcastic tweet of edna mode handing tissues for waiting to see incredibles 2 and never got anything in return. then i was never responded to again; figured they were just done with rpc and didn’t want to talk anymore, so i removed them from things. then i find out that’s not the case and attempt to explain my, if you ask me, minuscule actions, and she won’t even talk to me and just softblocks me instead.

i cant stand to have people mad at me; but especially people i was so close to for so long and the fact that i don’t even know the reason why. like is it still the drag race thing? the edna gif? i never blocked them or insulted them or talked bad about them? i literally adore and love them. like i just can’t believe i’m losing some of my best friends over something that i don’t even know. like is it because i removed them? because they left the snap group first; i didn’t do that.

ugh i know no one is going to read this full thing through but im just like??? what is going on? im literally shaking i cant stand not knowing

#☼ // ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃᵛᵉᶰᵍᶦᶰᵍ (ooc)

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ok ok ok so. i'm in a very complicated situation rn. lemme start from the beginning: -so i'm best friends with this girl for years -our friend group talks abt sexualities, me + other girl come to conclusion that we're bisexual, the best friend thinks she *might* be too -realize i'm in love with her -confess to her later -she doesn't like me that way

-i don't think she's straight????? -time passes -we're both in a religion btw -she asks me one day abt our religion's views on homosexuality -i tell her one of the views, that it's alright -she says ok -she's still questioning btw -i think she might be bi/pan leaning towards guys

-i move to a different country -i leave the religion, not out yet to anyone tho -but we still text -she sends me a post one day abt homosexuality -it's that other view, that homosexuality is wrong -she believes in that view and is trying to persuade me to undo my bisexuality in some way or ignore it -getting strong indoctrination and internalized homophobia vibes here -she thinks i'm still in the religion and is trying to convince me on her views on homosexuality -i try to argue back carefully since i can't let her know i've left -anyway we fight -and apologize a few days later -and she suggests we don't talk abt religious stuff because we always fight abt it

-i say ok -i do flood my insta story (that she sees) with lgbt posts out of passive aggressiveness -i know i know, but i couldnt help it because i have very liberal views and i feel very strongly abt religious homophobia and sexuality -i sort of wanted to punish and test her -'this is me, this sexuality is a part of me, not a test by god, and i'm gonna show it and make it obvious, and you have to choose between remaining with me despite it or not.'

-we don't speak for three months.

-our only interaction is viewing each others' stories -she texts me with something random a few days later -we're talking again -i've forgiven her at this point -after all, before i left, i was just like her, i believed the same things she did -i want to believe that just like me, she'll come around and see things for what they truly are. -idk what to do till then

-i'm still in love with her -i still feel elated whenever she texts -i still feel that spark when i hear her name

-i want to get over her, over it -but still remain her best friend -it's hard because a huge part of getting over someone is to cut them off completely -and for those three months i did not think of her, so it worked a little -but when she texted it all came flooding back.

-i'm so, so, so fucked. what do i do?

Hey!! First off congratulations to you for standing strong in who you are and your feelings in this situation Its never easy. I am religious but I strongly believe love is love; and anyone and everyone should be able to love whoever they want to. I am sure leaving was not an easy decision.

Also you are so not fucked! This is so normal!

Now for the tough part. I think a part of you is always going to be in love with her; because you re always going to see her as who she was to you when you were younger as well as everything you guys have been through all the good moments and even the bad ones. It also appears and doesn't help that your mind may be romancing it up a bit as she always comes back; and its almost like she knows she has this over you. No matter what she says or does you'll always take her back.

The other issue I see if that you guys have only spoken via text; where we often make up the emotions, and feelings of the other person.

I would recommend two things:

1. Set boundaries; you already taken religion off the table. But you also need to set up boundaries to protect yourself. This could be as simple as not answer texts right away, or could be as big as not sharing your full life with her. (talking abut the weather or work; but not your dating or relationships)

-I know she was your best friend back than and you still call her it now but its okay to grow and change; you don't have to bring your best friend with you as you do grow. It sucks but everyone is on their own path!

2. I think you two really need to take on the phone, Zoom, FaceTime, or even in person. Like I said earlier you haven't seen her in a while, you have not spoken a ton besides texting. A lot more could have changed and you're not seeing it because you still see her as your best friend before you left the country.

The big questions I am going to ask you though is are you forgiving her with an apology or are you just forgiving her because you love her? If your not giving her an apology it sounds like she abusing the relationship because she knows the second you fight and take space and she knows when she reaches out you'll always forgive her and put things back to normal. No one deserves to be used like that.

When it comes to trying not to like someone unfortunately that takes time and you have to stop feeding the idea that you like them. I've done things of looking for "flaws" or things we would clash with. this could be beliefs, foods we like, how we prefer to spend Saturday night, or even house pets we like. "well I love dogs and they are allergic so it would have never worked out". It sounds a bit crazy but it helps you look at someone as a whole as opposed to your favorite parts.

I think it's incredibly brave to follow your heart and do what is best for you. I also think its incredibly brave to stand up for your belief and what you feel. Just remember the choice of what to do is always going to be yours. You have to trust your gut and follow your heart. I will happily always be here if you need tot all, vent, or even ask for more advice. I hope it gets better and I hope you find someone who treats you with love, respect and kindness, you absolutely deserve it. I'm rooting for you :) -KMH

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maleksrami · 6 years

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So I was fwb w this girl 3 years ago & we had a super intense friendship/relationship that ended terribly. & we haven't spoken in 3 years & unfollowed each other on all social media, but i've never forgotten her. i ran into her 2 weeks ago & we didn't interact but it was the first time i was physically around her since we last spoke & i realized how much i might still love her. we followed each other on insta & i keep looking at her posts & idk what to do. i know she would never be...

…able to be in a relationship w me bc of how closeted she is & probably doesn’t even think of me how I think of her, but I wish I knew if like it was ever real for her & if she ever thinks of me but more than that I just want to get her out of my head bc I don’t think it’ll ever become something more again. I know you’re not an expert but what would u do? Bc I’m so lost

Three years is a long time so it’s hard to say whether you two could be close again because you both have probably changed a lot since then, you know? It’d be amazing if you could be friends again, but for that to happen, you’d need to reach out. You say it ended terribly, but did you ever get closure? Also: did you follow each other on insta before or after you ran into her recently? If it was after, you kind of have an in already assuming she followed back. If this were me and I wanted to find closure or at least attempt at being friendly again, I’d just send a message. Which..is terrifying, but if you don’t try, you’ll never know. Be friendly and be open about how you’ve always wondered, but don’t pressure her into responding. Hopefully enough time has passed where she can talk about it with you without stirring up any negative feelings. You gotta put yourself out there sometimes and it’s scary but sometimes it’s worth it. x

#Anonymous #i'm not good at advice #but i've actualy done this with an ex a long time ago #he was really cool about it and i got closure #i was an absolute asshole to him when we broke up #we were both so young

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theunfamilliarmatter · 7 years

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Thoughts on Nesta’s and Feyre’s Relationship Part 2

I truly think that their relationship is unlike any other sibling relationship i’ve ever read. It’s very complex and you need to really know the characters to understand it. I used to hate Nesta so much but now I really like her. I’m just gonna continue list down the moments shared between Nesta and Feyre that have me a greater understanding on their characters as well as their relationship. If you feel like i’m missing sth, it’s maybe already explained in the first part ( https://theunfamilliarmatter.tumblr.com/post/161948048722/some-thoughts-on-nestas-and-feyres-relationship ) or I didn’t notice it (feel free to respond!).

ACOTAR

1. This is just a follow up from point #3 on the previous post.

“Father once told you to never come back,” Nesta said, “and I’m telling you now. We can take care of ourselves.”

Once I might have thought it was an insult, but now I understood—understood what a gift she was offering me.”

Nesta has always known what Feyre is capable of and she wasted no time to try to persuade Feyre to not leave the house. (This is also why Nesta let Feyre hunt for years, because she knew that Feyre was the only one who can keep the alive). What Nesta did here is freeing Feyre from the responsibility she has carried for years. No matter what, Nesta wanted the best for her sisters, and she never interfered with their choices (Like how Nesta let Elain marry Greysen).

2. I glanced at my hands, clutching the top of the shovel. Callused and flecked with scars, arcs of dirt under my nails. They’d surely be horrified when they beheld me splattered with paint.“Even if you washed them, there’d be no hiding it,” Nesta said behind me, coming over from that tree she liked to sit by. “To fit in, you’d have to wear gloves and never take them off.”

When I first read ACOTAR, I was like “The f, gurl?!”. However, now that I understand Nesta more, I see this as one of Nesta’s attempts to reach out. When Feyre went back to the house for the first time, Elain told her how Nesta didn’t talk to anyone, and Feyre also notices that Nesta still wore the clothes they had when they were poor. At this point, I think we all understand Nesta’s aversion to social norms and how she felt misunderstood and didn’t belong. I interpret the scene above differently now. I think what Nesta actually meant but didn’t properly convey was that, “You don’t fit in. We both don’t.” Remember when, in ACOMAF, Feyre said how Nesta knows that she and Feyre are two sides of the same coin? I think this scene alluded to that notion.

3. “It’s my home, isn’t it?”“No, it’s not,” she said flatly. I slammed the shovel back into the earth. “I think your home is somewhere very far away.”

As I said in my last post, Nesta understood Feyre more than she let on. Nesta really does see everything.

4. This is something I found from one of the meta posts @illyrianazriel wrote. (I believe it is called Nesta’s Turning Point Meta).

Nesta reached into her pocket and tossed something onto the churned-up earth.

It was a chunk of wood, as if it had been ripped from something. Painted on its smooth surface was a pretty tangle of vines and—foxglove. Foxglove painted in the wrong shade of blue.

My breath hitched. All this time, all these months …

THIS IS IMPORTANT. Nesta Held on to Feyre while she was gone. That little chuck of wood out of Feyre’s painting comforted her because it made her feel closer to Feyre. I really don’t understand why people would still hate Nesta so much after knowing this (or after knowing that Nesta went to the wall to rescue Feyre).

I put a shaking hand over my eyes, breathing in. What had happened? Not just at the Beddors’, but at home, in Prythian?

“Feyre,” my father said again, and Nesta hissed at him, “Quiet.”

This is a follow up from #6 on my previous post. For years, Nesta felt so useless with Feyre. She felt like she couldn’t do anything for Feyre, and she hated Feyre for it. Though I think she had always admired Feyre for it too.

ACOWAR

1. Nesta seems to care about Elain more because she feels like Elain is the one who needs her, unlike Feyre. Elain is also more open and relaxed, which allows Nesta to be more free with her love. Nesta didn’t know that Feyre couldn’t read because Feyre hid it from her and also because Nesta didn’t think Feyre would ever needed her help, or would have a weakness. In ACOWAR, I saw a moment that is very important to me, it took place during the library scene :

“Rhys gave me a layout of the stacks. I think there might be more on the Cauldron and wall a few levels down. You can wait here, or-” “I’ll help you look.”

For all of her previous neglect, once Nesta found out Feyre couldn’t read, she wasted no opportunity helping her (Feyre hadn’t even finish her sentence). 2. “What do I do now?” A purpose, I realized. Assigning her the task of finding a way to repair the holes in the wall… it had given my sister what perhaps our human lives had never granted her : a bearing.

In a lot of ways Nesta looks up to Feyre. (ex: Feyre was the one who inspired her to talk in the High Lords meeting). I really love Nesta’s development. She was so spiteful and bitter in ACOTAR that she would rather be dead and wait for her father to do something, but here she becomes someone who always rises to the occasion. The intention has always been there. Nesta has always been someone who hated feeling useless, but now she has become more mature.

3. When Feyre when to look for the Suriel, Nesta kept quiet despite Mor’s anger. Nesta would always support her. That much is clear.

4. When Feyre looked into Cassian’s mind during the attack in the library, Nesta was freaking TERRIFIED for Feyre.

Nesta was there-and Feyre. It was the former he saw first, stumbling out of the dark, wide-eyed, her fear a tang that whetted his rage into something so sharp he could barely think, barely breathe- She let out a small, animal sound-like some wounded stag-as she saw him. …. She gripped his leathers instaed. “Feyre,: she rasped…

Another interesting detail : after Feyre and Az rescued Elain,

“[Nesta] let out a sob at the sight of Elain…I’d never heard a sound like that from her. Not once.” Cassian described Nesta’s sound as a “small, animal sound”, and nesta’s fear was so vivid and agonizing that he, a 500 y o fae who has gone to war and witness many atrocities, was taken aback by it that e “could barely think, barely breathe-”

If you still think Nesta doesn’t love Feyre as much as she loves Elain, or that she is a heartless bitch and stuff, idk what else to tell you. I’m really excited to the how their relationship develop in the next books. I don’t expect them to be all fluffy for each other, and it’s not because they don’t love each other, but they are both people who don’t really know how to express their feelings - they are very closed off, serious. Their love is a hard love. One that would show its true intensity when times are hard and desperate. When things are somewhat normal, they could only show their love by silently understanding and respecting each other.

#feyre #nesta #elain #archeron sisters #acotar #acomaf #acowar #rhysand #mor #amren #cassian #azriel #sarah j maas #metal #feysand #nessian #elriel #elucien #feyre x nesta

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thelastifntdragonrider · 7 years

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HI! I’m putting all of the things i’ve been tagged in from the past couple of weeks that i haven’t answered yet bc i’m working hard on an admission portfolio for university and i really want to get into Sheridan, so yep lots of work and lots of art. i am also working on the HTTYD fandom reading (please sign up) and the next chapters of J’Imagine and No Cannon Shall Sink This Ship. Anyways, onto the tagged:

get to know me meme: tagged by @animalsarepeople2 thank youuuu!

nicknames: Kei / Keiko *i explain this in a question down there somewhere

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Libra

MBTI Type: INFJ

Height: 163cm

Time: 17:07 (by the time I finished all of these it’s 18:36)

Birthday: February 25

Favourite Bands: Beatles, Young Rising Sons, Clean Bandits, Lovelyz, Infinite

Favourite Solo Artists: Ailee, Ed Sheeran

Song Stuck in My Head: 1cm by Lovelyz

Last Movie Watched: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with Johnny Depp

Last Show Watched: I just binge watched Stranger Things

When I created my blog: July 15, 2013/June 27, 2017

What I post about: httyd, animated movies, animation

Last thing I Googled: information about Sheridan and character rotation

Other blogs I have: my main blog @tokkeiko

Following: 100, though I want to find more good blogs, any recs anyone?

Followers: in total from both blogs, 200 or something

Favourite colour: Green

Average hours of sleep: 8-ish

Lucky number: 7

Instruments: piano, oboe

What I’m wearing: jeans and my current favourite sweater which is grey with gold spots

Number of blankets: I need to remember to find another one bc my room is freezing when I wake up in the morning

Dream Job: story artist at Disney

Dream trip: i just want to get out of my city rn

Favourite food: i’m just hungry rn, give me anything, but favourite food, among others, is salted caramel truffle blizzard from the good old DQ (#lovemydq)

Music ask, tagged by @yv-sketches THANKS!!!!

10 songs that you are listening to right now;

my current favourite playlist is called Shut Up and Dance:

“Elle Me Dit” Mika

“Red Balloon” Charli XCX

“Dancing in the Dark” Rihanna

“Shut Up and Dance” Walk the Moon

“Red and Gold” Young Rising Sons

“Can’t Stop the Feeling” Justin Timberlake

“Better When I’m Dancing” Meghan Trainor

“I Bet My Life” Imagine Dragons

“Into a Fantasy” Alexander Rybak

“Get Back Up Again” Anna Kendrick

Tag Game, taggged by @thepurplewriter333 ty friend-o!

Nicknames: Keiko/Kei/Spirit/Sweet Potato

Gender: Female

Star Sign; Pisces

Height: 163cm

Sexuality: probably straight

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff!!!

Favourite animals: uhhhh... orcas probably

Average hours spent sleeping: 8 i think, i’m not bothering with math rn

Dogs or cats: KITTY, all of my sibilings have a significant other and all of their significant others’ have cats and why can’t I have a s/o with a cat???

number of blankets sleeping: during the winter, aka now already, two

Dream trip: geeeeetttt meeeee ouuuuttt offf thissss citttyyyyy

Dream job: Story artist at Disney

when I made this account: June 27. 2017

why I made this account: bc i wanted a place to reblog all of the httyd stuff without loosing followers on my other blog

# of followers: like 47, I think? I recently got more. follow me i am cool person

92 statements, tagged by @thepurplewriter333 thanks for the double tag!

Last:

Drink: Tim Hortons’ Double Double (got to stay caffeinatedddddddd)

Phone Call: Home to get a ride home

Text message: Friend to go hang out later

Song You Listened To: Shooting Star by Lovelyz

Time You Cried: uhhhhhhhh... oh, like a month ago, it was a bad week and then I watched Home and my emotions were already out of wack so I basically sobbed near the end

Have you:

Dated someone twice: Nope

Kissed someone and regretted it: Nope, i’m boring

Been cheated on: nope

Lost someone special: nope

Been depressed: i feel like it’s hard to be a university student and not get depressed

Gotten drunk and thrown up: i am a boring party person and yeah, no i haven’t

List 3 favourite colours:

Green

Blue

Gold

In the last year have you:

made new friends: Yeahhhh

fallen out of love: nopppeee...?

Laughed until you cried: like every other day

Found someone was talking about you: in a good way; nope. In a bad way: yeah too many times

found out who your friends are: yeahhhhhh

kissed someone on your FB list: okay someday, i’ll have more interesting answers

General:

how many FB friends do you know IRL: 99% of them

Do you have any pets: nope

Do you want to change your name: i recently thought about dropping my middle name, but like it has significance to my parents so probably won’t happen and my middle name doesn’t do anything so idk

what did you do for your last birthday: Keep in mind that I turned 18: my friends and I went to Build-A-Bear and they got me a Build-A-Bear Toothless.

What time do you wake up: my alarms on early days are 7:00, 7:05, 7:15, 7:25, 7:35, 7:45, 8:00. I naturally wake up at 9-ish

What were you doing at midnight last night: Sleeping :D

Name something you can’t wait for: to (hopefully) get accepted into Sheridan and start a new adventure out there.

When was the last time you saw your mom: she’s in the kitchen with me

what is one thing you wish you could change in your life: i wish that I could’ve figured out what I wanted to do with life so that I could’ve started Sheridan this year

What are you listening to right now: Sheridan portfolio reviews, tips, etc. (Starting to see a pattern here?)

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: friend’s dad. he’s a cool dad.

Something that is getting on your nerves: when people are packing up their stuff before the professor is finished talking in the last 5 minutes of class. URGH stop moving ppl this stuff is important

Most visited website: FB, YT, tumblr

Mole(s): couple

Mark(s): I have freckles (might be moles) on each cheek under both eyes.

Childhood dream: when you’re a kid, you’re really only exposed to teacher, doctor, police man and whatever your parents are. I think I defaulted to an artist when adults asked.

Hair colour: black, I have silver hairs though, they stick out on the black hair a lot

long or short hair: I always grow my hair out and then cut off 12 inches to donate to cancer wigs

Do you have a crush on someone: not currently, though i had a crush on a guy for like 5 years, so even now, 5 years later, I get happy when I think about him

Piercings: no, i really think a conch piercing would be nice though

Blood type: ... A I think, i’ve never gotten tested, but according to genetics, I should be an A

Nicknames: my full name is Keiko, but everyone called me Kei as a kid, but during high school, I started introducing myself as Keiko, so some people call me Kei, some people call me Keiko, one of them is a nickname, depending on which way you think about it,

Relationship Status: Egg salad.

Zodiac: Pisces

Pronouns: She/her

Favourite TV show: Friends

Right or left handed: Right, but recently I’ve been trying to teach myself to draw with my left hand

Surgery: Wisdom teeth

Hair dyed a different colour: nope, but I think I might try a ombre some day

Sports: ballet since I was 4ish, ballet is a sport, come fight me on it if you dare

Vacation: a lot of camping when I was younger, I’ve been to Japan twice, and then places across Canada

Pair of trainers: are we talking about trainers as in shoes? bc then ankle high all black vans.

More General:

Eating: this is taking so long I stopped and had supper between these sections

Drinking: Double Double (Tim’s coffee, two creams, two sugars), gotta stay AWaaaaaaaaaaKE

I’m about to: draw character designs or go out to coffee shop to study with friends

Want: to get into Sheridan so so so so so badly

Get married: I’m still single, want to put my career first, so yep not for a little while

Career: i’m a cake decorator rn, see my cakes on my insta @tanakeiart

Hugs or Kisses: hUG mE

Lips or eyes: Eyes, (though I am supper bad at making eye contact)

Shorter or taller: would be nice to be slightly taller...

Older or younger: like to date or something? I think high school rule is a good rule, but rn looking at niners mAN they are tiny

Nice arms or stomach: arms to hug meeeeee

Sensitive or loud: i think I would need a loud person to compliment me

Hook up or relationship: relationship bc you have a standing plus one to everything and rn being single I have to text like 5 friends to find someone to go with me to something

Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

Have you ever:

kissed a stranger: Nope

Drank hard liquor: I only have like four months until my 19th so like i’ll go drinking then

Lost Glasses/contact lenses: funny story: family and i were in Japan and we were at Kinkaku-ji and then i realize that one of my eyes have gone fuzzy, so thinking that there is something on the lens, i take my glasses off and my lens had fallen out of the frame. my family literally crawled around trying to find my lost lens, we did find it, but we couldn’t find a small screw that would hold the lens in. my dad fixed it with a twist tie.

turned someone down: nobody likes me so nobody has asked me so i have never turned someone down

broken someone’s heart: no

had your heart broken: yeah, by a friend. It is shATTERing

been arrested: not even a parking ticket in my name

cried when someone died: no, i am some kind of emotionless egg

fallen for a friend: my heart easily leaps and often trips falls and gets lost

Do you believe in:

yourself: yes, I believe that I can get in, I believe that I can be what I want to be.

Miracles: I believe in karma more than miracles

Love at first sight: yes, but not in the way that media portrays it

Santa claus: nah

Kiss on the first date: this is weirdly phrased.

other:

current best friend name: becky

Eye colour: brown

Favourite movie: the other day i was procrastinating and made an official list of favourite movies, which still has a lot of ties: 1/2: httyd 1/2, 3/4: moana, big hero 6, 5/6/7: wreck it ralph, tangled, rise of the guardians, 8/9/10: back to the future 1-3

wow that took a lot of time, but thanks for tagging me! I’m tagging @thepurplewriter333 @yv-sketches and @animalsarepeople2 on the ones that you didn’t tag me in! also tagging @katlikespie @crazilexa and @fading-shadows for whichever one/s you want to do!

#long post #but i really didn't want to make four seperate posts #replies #keiko talks to thin air

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jackdylananderson · 5 years

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“How to Avoid Getting Lonely on a Solo Roadtrip”, as reviewed by me

Recently, I got an email from one of my favorite newsletters, Roadtrippers. And one article in particular caught my eye: "How to Avoid Getting Lonely on a Solo Roadtrip".

Now, I've noticed something at this point. Many travel sites will have a guest author write up some travel advice and at the tail end, remind you to check out their blog, story, insta, etc.

The author gets exposure and the travel site gets cheap labor.

And I don’t have a problem with this at all, if the article has good advice. But today, this advice...this is not my kinda advice.

So let's rip through it. "How to Avoid Getting Lonely on a Solo Roadtrip"

"There were challenges of being on the road, of course; the tediousness of unpacking and repacking my car at every overnight stop, the annoyance of living out of a suitcase, and the nausea that would stir up at the mere thought of eating another McDonald’s french fry. Road trip food is fun at first, but eventually you get sick of eating like a twelve-year-old at a birthday party."

Okay, so the author should learn to:

Minimize.

Organize better.

Eat better. (Or don't, Taco Bell is my favorite mistake).

"But perhaps more than anything else, I’ll remember the crippling loneliness I never expected to feel."

Crippling loneliness? Seriously? Sure, the road is lonelier. But the other side of that coin is independence and reflection. A chance to find yourself. And at other times, just some simple adventures like gas station buffets or the chatting up locals at the diviest bar in town.

Tip 1: "Getting enough sleep was crucial"

Dafuq? I’m sorry, does that not apply to literally every human on the planet? Yeah, go for 8 hours. Got it. Check.

"Something I wish I knew before I started this trip was: Driving takes a lot out of you, both physically and mentally. I had to deal with everything from an aching pelvis to cramps in my calves from pointing and flexing my foot on the gas pedal. My neck and shoulders got sore.

Is this bitch serious? She got injuries WHILE DRIVING??? You just sit there!

Sure, after a long drive, you will be surprised at how tired you are. That's because you've been stiff and mentally alert the whole time. But I've never heard of someone getting calf cramps by sitting their ass in a VW Beetle for a few hours. Is she driving upside down?!

I also realized the hard way that my daily driving cap was seven hours."

Dang, tough it out, wuss. My buddy Joel and I just drove 2200 miles in 40 hours straight alternating who was driving and who was sleeping in the cramped back. No complaints. :) Also, I'm not sure how any of this advice makes you less lonely...

Tip 2: "Too much screen time made things worse"

Okay, again, that applies to everyone. Cut back on social media. You're making yourself lonely, jealous, depressed, etc.

"Plus, writing letters felt like a diary entry and helped me get all the icky lonely feelings out (and receiving mail certainly feels more special than a text). Postcards are also great because the ones I received on the trip were memorable souvenirs once it was over."

Okay that's good, now you're sorta getting it. Letters are good. But you're still focusing on what you're missing back home instead of who's in front of you...

"I learned the easiest way to get it was to put a call out on social media. It was as simple as posting “Does anyone in Missoula want to meet for a coffee?” on my Instagram story. I ended up making four new good friends on this trip because they followed me on social media and reached out.”

Bitch, are you serious? You think we all got random instagram followers that we don't know but they wanna swing by and chat when we're in BumFuck Missoula?? I thought we were chilling it on the social media?? How many times did you ask "Does anyone in Cock Springs, Arkansas wanna hang?" Or how about Boston and yet nobody showed up. Girl, I know you got some flakes. Don't pretend it was all hunky dory, Miss I-got-4-new-friends-from-instagram.

"I also asked around my pre-trip friend group—because sometimes a current buddy had a cool cousin in Omaha or a former mentor in Spokane."

YES! Thank you! This is great advice. Asking friends (facebook can help) if they know anyone where you're traveling through or to is almost always worthwhile. Then give them a call and arrange something.

Tip 4: "People I met on the road were gifts"

Wait, did you finally actually meet some people?!? Were they locals? Cuz that would make sense. If you're moving to a place (the author was checking out prospective cities to move to), you're gonna wanna see what the people are like.

"When I first started the trip, I avoided making connections because I knew they were only temporary."

Dumb, dumb, dumb...

"I met a few friends using Bumble BFF (surprisingly not as lame as it sounds) and Tinder (sometimes a date turned into a mutual “let’s be friends” situation)..."

I mean, I guess that counts? But what you're really telling me is you were looking for dates or fucks or maybe friends. I'm questioning your use of "mutual", you tease.

"On the romantic front, it was easy to say “why bother” after a first date with someone I really liked when I only had three more weeks in their city."

Called it!

"But one of the best things that happened to me on this trip was someone I dated in Denver saying, “You’re only here for three more weeks? Well, that means we better try to see each other as much as possible before then.” And you know what? I’m glad I didn’t succumb to pessimistic thinking, because the time I spent with his person made my Denver leg of the trip even more special."

You're talking about a fuck buddy, right? Just find a classy way (for the travel site) to say it. Like, “I found several lovers.” Or, “I had plenty of romantic adventures.” Or whatever Gilmore Girls say when they head out on hoe weekend.

Tip 5: "Remember that it takes time"

Hold on. Did you even meet anybody not tryin’ to smash?

Tip 6: "Loneliness, like everything in life, is temporary"

Holy shit. You only met people tryin’ to smash.

Tip 7: "A nonconventional lifestyle comes at a cost."

You gotta be kidding me...

"I gave up certain luxuries—a bed to call my own, home-cooked meals, and, yes, easy access to friends and family—"

BITCH I LIVED IN MY CAR FOR A YEAR. You fucking AirBnb'd, ate out every night and hooked up with randoms! That's luxury, ya millennial twat!

"Dana Hamilton is a sex columnist for Playboy and New York Magazine, as well as the author of the sex-positive travel blog “Eat, Drive, F*ck.”

Now it all makes sense. Our generation is fucked.

If you really wanna know the answer, it’s go out and meet people. It’s not as easy as it sounds, because frankly all of our personalities are different. Just go do what you like, improve your social skills, be bold and ask people the smallest questions, then go bigger. One of my favorite little moments came when I biked to the shores in Charleston. The water was beautiful from the docks and there was an attractive girl nearby. Idk what I said, but probably that the water was beautiful which led to good conversations and a quick bike tour of some of Charleston’s abandoned and “haunted” buildings. Talk to people. They want you to, whether they know it or not. :)

#roadtrip #dana hamilton #roadtrippers #roadtripping #social skills #social media #travel #meet locals #tourism #road trip

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