#2 days late but my friend just broke the news to me an hour ago | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

akiira00 · 1 year ago

Note

Hellooo💚

May I ask request Jinwoo x reader with reverse jealousy. Jinwoo leaves for raid, comeback with news telling that he's get close to female hunter and assume they have a relationship. Reader drink while looking at the news, start with rumble, then when the alcohol hits, it's turn to tear and sob. Lay down to couch and cover their face with pillow. Jinwoo come home, seeing his lover on couch then find their trace of tear on cheeks. When he wake them up, they're still drunk so they pour their feeling in drunk behavior while sobbing and hiccups.

Ah sorry if this is so long, idk how to tell this in a short description😭

Love your writings💚💚

— Assumptions

Pairing: Sung Jin-Woo x g/n! reader

Genre: Angst, comfort, angst to fluff, slow burn

Synopsis: You suddenly hear assumptions of your not publically announced boyfriend dating another girl on the TV, with the remarks of your friends and all, you end up consumed by the worry.

A/n: Sure! I don’t mind long requests, they give me more inspiration to write! You asked for tears, I shall give you some. Hope you like how it turned out, and yeah, I chose Hae-In as the ‘assumed girlfriend’ because I didn’t find any other that could fit the role-

Length: 1.6k words

As you woke up, you realized your boyfriend had yet-again left early to clear raids, which you just shrugged off, going downstairs and grabbing something to eat as you sat down on the couch, noticing a weird piece of paper.

“Sarang, I’ll be home late today, have to go clear some raids. See you.”

You sighed to yourself, folding the paper and leaving it on the table’s top while grabbing the remote to turn on the TV.

“Yet again, the S-Rank hunter Sung Jin-Woo cleared a red raid in less than four hours…! But wait- Hunter Hae-In was there too?! Now that I think so, they look fairly close…”

You heard the news speculating as you froze at the sight. The news and social media were exploding with images of both Jin-Woo and Hae-In together, really, really close.

As you tried to keep yourself calm, you couldn’t get your eyes off your phone, you noticed a faint blush on Hae-In’s cheeks on the image. “What the…”

You turned to text him to seek out an answer, but the news showed both him and Hae-In walking into another raid in a row. There went the chance to talk to him.

Your mind was running like crazy, as you clutched your hand on your thigh. ‘Is he really cheating…?’ ‘Am I just… Not enough?’ You asked yourself messily as you started yet once again overthinking.

“Such a good way to start a day…” You muttered under your breath as you noticed it was 2 p.m. sharp. ‘What are they both doing in since four hours ago…?’

You were just a C-Rank healer, and Jin-Woo made it clear he wanted you to stay at home instead of working, as he could take that part easily.

‘Is it just because Hae-In is actually strong or useful…? Is that what I’m lacking…?’ You thought, standing up with a sigh as you reached out on your cabinet for a rather small bottle of alcohol.

‘It should help me clear my mind at least…’ You opened the bottle and fetched yourself a glass, pouring some of the drink on it.

As you brought the glass to your lips, you let down a few tears at first, letting yourself be consumed by the heat forming on your throat because of the drink.

‘Jin-Woo and Hae-In, huh…? They sound well together…’ You said, feeling the horribly disgusting piece of self-pity, drowning your own mind as you filled another glass up.

“They both make such a good team… They’ve cleared multiple raids without rest! They really seem like a couple… But are they? I really hope so!”

The words spoken on TV broke your heart more than anything. ‘Yeah… I think they do…’ You hummed, as you laid down on the couch, feeling the tears flooding your cheeks, making you lean onto a cushion to cry on, ocassionaly grabbing another drink.

Jin-Woo at the other hand had just left from the last one of the raids he had programmed, he had already left Hae-In at her house and he was tiredly walking down the street.

It was almost 10 p.m., as he slowly opened the door to your shared home. He was taken aback by the dark ambient, excluding the noise from the TV, which was left on.

“Huh…?” He muttered as he went closer, trying to find the remote to turn it off, but he then noticed it in your hands, with you hugging some cushions as you slept on the couch.

“Again..?” He sighed, walking up to switch the lights on, making you hiss a bit, but what he failed to notice until then were the tear streams that were marked on your cheeks. You just dropped the remote on the couch and turned around to hide your vision from the strong lights which made you even more dizzy than you already were.

“Sarang..? What’s up…?” He shook your shoulder trying to wake you up, which ended up happening, but as soon as you opened your eyes and saw him, you just scoffed, looking away.

“Welcome back… *hic*” You muttered annoyed as you turned away from him, leaving him a bit confused. “Tell me what’s going on…” He tried to convice you to talk, which made you sigh, turning to look at him with a pained look on your eyes.

“Don’t you have to be with Hae-In or something…? Just leave me be…” You muttered out annoyed between hics, as he slowly understood what was going on.

“What’s that supposed to mean…? Wait. Do you think that…” He just sat down beside you, lifting you up with his powers as he made you sit on his lap. “Huh- L-let me out… *hic*” You tried to resist, as you were clearly not in the mood to deal with him, and he noticed the red tint on your cheeks and how a bottle was laying down empty on the floor.

“Answer… What were you thinking, sarang…” You knew you didn’t have a way out of it, and just had to suck it up. “It’s nothing… Just tell me this… Am I too useless for you…? She’s clearly better than me so…”

He stared at you in utter shock. “What do you mean…? I swear if you’re thinking what the whole media is…” You had no option than to nod weakly. “For god’s sake… I don’t like Hae-In. And I’m your boyfriend, don’t be stupid…”

He meant everything, but he kind-of made it sound as if he was annoyed, which made you just shut your eyes and lay on his chest, simply bawling your eyes out as you cried, having a gentle and weak grip on his shoulders.

“Wait, wait- Don’t cry… Ugh…” He clearly didn’t know how to handle the situation, as he wasn’t the brightest when it came to comfort. “I love you and only you okay…?”

“But… W-why…? *hic* She’s just perfect… She has everything I don’t and as an extra, she’s actually useful… I’m just a bother to you…” You were consuming yourself with shame and self-pity, as he had no other option than to pat your back gently, letting you spill out your concerns.

“You’re fine… I don’t like her, and what if she’s an S-Rank? I told you not to do raids because I can take care of that… I just went with her because an agreement… I don’t care about power and you know that…” He said, trying to explain it to your now childish and intoxicated self.

“Hmph… I-I don’t believe you…” You muttered out between sobs and hics, turning to hug him as you tried to let youself get convinced by his words slowly.

“I’m telling you the truth… Just rest, okay…? I’ll talk to you in the morning…” He suggested, picking you up almost too easily and getting you to the bed, where you fell asleep quickly because of how tired you were from crying.

Next morning, you woke up with a heavy headache, leaving you dizzy as you couldn’t even recall the passed events. Your mind was a total blackout, as you just sloppily tried to stand up, but the sound of the door opening made you wait.

Jin-Woo moved the door open as he let himself into the room, laying a plate of food alongside a glass of water and a pill near you as he sat down by your side.

“H-huh? Jin-Woo…? What’s going on..?” You asked as you didn’t remember anything special for him to do such a thing, as it was a bit too unlikely for him to do so.

“Just eat… Is there something you want to talk about?” He asked, clearly hinting at something you couldn’t recall. “No…? Is everything alright..? What even happened…? I don’t remember anything…”

“Let’s say you kind-of told me a few things… And I’m here to prove you wrong because yesterday you wouldn’t just listen…” He said with a sigh, leaning down and giving a gentle peck to your lips.

“I love you and only you, okay? Don’t ever think otherwise… I just keep our relationship private because I don’t want the media going all crazy, and you’d be kind-of in danger if you’re seen as my girlfriend… I just want to keep you safe.” He said, with you hearing him clearly astonished, but you couldn’t help but smile with a tear running down your cheek.

“Oh god- Don’t cry again now…” You shook your head and quickly leapt over to hug him, as you smiled. “I’m crying… But not from sadness.” You said, blushing a bit as you just happily let yourself into his arms, with him just shocked and struggling to thinn of what to do.

“I love you, sarang.” You said to his ear as he blushed, but he turned around to prevent you seeing that. “I-I do too, okay..? Now eat up.” You laughed a bit and shook your head, deciding to stay in his arms for a bit longer.

“Just… A few more minutes like this wouldn’t hurt.” You said, burying your face on the crook of his neck. “Just don’t ever worry me like that… Why were you two even that close?!” You said refering to the pictures of him and Hae-In that appeared on the media.

“Oh- She’s really strong, but clumsy. She fell while we took down a boss and she sprained her ankle, had to carry her back.” You blushed as you now realized how you jumped to conclusions, simply staying quiet as you felt the shame falling on you by your previous behaviour.

“I-I’m sorry… Didn’t know that-” You blushed as he laughed a bit, just letting you hide in his arm. “Don’t worry about it, just eat.” He said as you nodded, reminding yourself now that you didn’t have anything to worry about.

#sung jinwoo x reader #solo leveling x reader

368 notes · View notes

juniperskye · 9 months ago

Text

Remember That Night.

Sneak Peak: Hotch reaches out to you five months after breaking your heart. Based on the song Remember That Night by: Sara Kays

Aaron Hotchner x GN! Reader

Angst

Word count: 1095

I wrote this in an hour soo…. it’s not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, not use of y/n, some language, implied smut, talk of heartbreak, some mention of toxic-ish relationship, reader and friends are all left gender neutral, idk ummm bad writing – lol. Let me know if I missed any!!

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

He had broken things off just over five months ago. It had been out of the blue and you were devastated. The day after he said goodbye you had felt paralyzed, things had been so good, so how could Aaron be so okay with walking away? You had a hard time grasping onto reality after he left, so much so that all you did was lay in bed and cry. You had ignored all the incoming texts and calls from your friends for a few days, finding it impossible to leave your bed. But as time went on, you could feel things returning to normal, you started to feel joy again.

When Aaron first broke things off, you were sure you’d never heal. You were certain that he’d been the one, but after one month, you started to move on. You had started going out with your friends again. You had allowed yourself to be open to meeting someone new because things were good, and you were happy. You could return the smile of the handsome stranger at the supermarket because it no longer riddled you with guilt. Instead, that smile sparked something inside you, hope.

One month had been good for you, and after two, you felt alright, truly. Every once in a while something would come up and your thoughts would return to Aaron, but it was happening less and less. For that you were thankful. Your friends had set you up with someone and the date had gone well, he was nice enough and he made you laugh. So, when he asked you out on a second date, you didn’t hesitate to agree.

Then three months in, he was off your mind. Aaron hadn’t crossed your mind in quite a while. You felt good and things with this new guy were going pretty well, you weren’t sure if anything serious would come of it, but honestly you didn’t care. It was nice to be dating again and to have someone who was around.

And month four and five, you were living your life, you were better and didn't have to try not to think of Aaron. You had just moved to a new apartment and gotten a promotion at your job; the pieces were finally falling into place. You felt good about things and tonight wouldn’t be any different.

Your friends were throwing you a sort of housewarming/congratulations dinner party! You had put on your favorite outfit while they set the table beautifully and waited for the rest of your guests to arrive.

The night went on full of laughter and so much love. You were so grateful to be surrounded by so many people who cared about you and who celebrated your success with you. The group of you were a few bottles of wine in when a ping from your phone caught your attention. The notification had stolen the breath from your lungs.

You had been fine. Great even, that is, up until now…'til he reached out and said, "Remember that night?". You didn’t need any further explanation; you knew exactly what night he was referring to. It had been pretty early on in your relationship, Aaron had gotten home late from a case and you went for a drive, 2:30 in the morning he kissed you, it was pouring. You held each other tight, before the night was over he looked over his shoulder. You had known exactly what he needed, and you hadn’t hesitated. That night you had climbed into the backseat of his SUV and let him have his way with you. It had been clear he needed to let off some steam and who were you to deny him. You’d never forget that night…but you hadn’t thought of it in a while.

Your friend had immediately seen the shift in your mood and gestured for you to go with them to the kitchen. Gently grabbing your arm to guide you there.

“Babe, are you okay?” They asked.

“Oh, I was doing fine until he said, “Remember that night?”. “Remember that night?" are you kidding me? I haven’t seen him or heard from him in five months, and he texts me that? That’s so fucked. I was finally moved on, hadn’t even thought about him. Oh, I was doing fine he said, "Remember that night? Remember that night?".” You couldn’t help but wave your hands around as you explained the situation to your friend.

“Are you kidding me? Babe do not reply to him, he’s not worth it. Did you want me to stay with you tonight?” Your friend offered.

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around yourself in hope of finding some sort of comfort. Your friend wrapped you in a hug and made their way outside to start cleaning up and hinting to the rest of your friends it was time for them to go.

That night you hadn’t slept a wink. You tossed and turned, your thoughts racing through your mind, feeling completely unsure of how to proceed. The day after he had reached out you were broken for the second time around. You barely made your way to the couch, thankful that you had the weekend to sulk before needing to return to work on Monday. You prayed on the third day that you would be okay, that you'd forget he was ever yours.

You felt so frustrated with Aaron, how could he be so inconsiderate. To text you after all this time and ask you about a night you shared together. He broke up with you, he broke your heart. The more you sat with it, you started to think; “Oh, I don't think you realize How long I had to fight to be living my life To be better and never have to try Not to think of you until you reached out And said, "Remember that night?" We went for a drive, 2:30 in the morning I kissed you, it was pouring We held each other tight before the night was over You looked over your shoulder Oh, I was doing fine You said, "Remember that night? Remember that night?".” Aaron was probably reaching out because he was thinking about himself and how he was feeling, and not how his actions would affect you, which had been a constant issue in your relationship. As much as you wanted to reply to him, you decided against it, but that didn’t stop the memories from flooding your brain. As much as you didn’t want to, you definitely did, remember that night.

73 notes · View notes

cemeteryangel725 · 10 months ago

Text

My Good Omens fics

Hi, I'm CemeteryAngel725, and I write Good Omens fanfiction, mostly smutty, and mostly human AU, although I do branch out from time to time. I also make weird little collages. You can find me on AO3 here.

My completed works (updated 7/23/2024):

More of a Comment Than a Question (E, 1,381 words, 1/1 chapters): Dr. Aziraphale Fell and Dr. Anthony Crowley are both architectural historians in the same department. You would think they would have a lot in common, but it's the exact opposite - from the day they met, Crowley has done everything in his power to annoy Aziraphale. But now they're being forced to share a hotel room at an academic conference, and Aziraphale is worried. Will they survive the weekend?

Over the Rainbow (E, 10,259 words, 1/1 chapters): Fresh out of college, Aziraphale and Crowley are roommates, marching in NYC Pride with their best friends Eric and Beez. Aziraphale has had feelings for Crowley for a long time, but will he ever work up the courage to tell him?

Special Guest Stars (E, 7,668 words, 1/1 chapters): After the Catskill Mountains Renaissance Faire finishes for the day, Crowley and Aziraphale meet a pair of Doctor Who cosplayers in a local tavern. They soon learn that they all have a lot in common.

Down to the River (E, 30,365 words, 8/8 chapters): Twenty-five years ago, Tony Crowley walked out of Azi’s life and broke both of their hearts. Since then, Azi has been living in suspended animation, working in the army/navy surplus booth he inherited from his dad and writing horror novels. Now Tony is back from the city, flush with success and wanting to catch up with Azi. Should Azi risk his heart and try to reclaim what they’ve lost? Or is it too late to start over?

Control (E, 2,142 words, 1/1 chapters): After a dismal opening weekend at their local Renaissance Faire, Crowley asks Aziraphale for some help with letting it all go. Aziraphale gives it to him in the best way he knows how.

Even Bound as We Are (E, 12,266 words, 2/2 chapters): Left on his own after the death of his mother, Aziraphale of Eastgate Hall is under the thumb of his cruel stepfather, Lord Gabriel. Alone in the forest one day, Aziraphale casts a spell to summon fae, taught to him by his mother. He’s not expecting it to work, but when a sarcastic, red-headed faery steps into the clearing before him, his life is changed forever.

Reviewing the Armies (E, 5,573 words, 1/1 chapters): It is May of 1865 and the war is over, or nearly over. Aziraphale has relocated to Washington, DC, and he is counting down the hours until he can be reunited with Anthony. When they meet again, sparks fly.

Folding the Laundry (E, 6,817 words, 1/1 chapters): Two single moms, one basket of laundry, and a bottle of wine. Azira and Toni have been best friends since middle school, but they’re about to find out that they don’t know every single thing about each other, at least not just yet.

After the Fight (E, 2,776 words, 1/1 chapters): In the wake of battle, Anthony returns to Aziraphale's tent completely distraught. Aziraphale is there to help him pick up the pieces.

Dough (E, 673 words, 1/1 chapters): Crowley and Aziraphale argue about how to knead pizza dough. Aziraphale shows Crowley how to do it properly.

Coming into Focus (E, 6,721 words, 1/1 chapters): It is the summer of 1864, and Aziraphale is an itinerant photographer set up behind Union lines outside Petersburg, Virginia. He’s no stranger to pleasure, but he has always protected his heart. But when the redheaded colonel of the 5th New Jersey walks into his tent, he begins to wonder whether it’s time to rethink his stance on love.

Of Fire and Falcons (E, 54,201 words, 15/15 chapters): Since they met at a Florida Renaissance faire a year and a half ago, fire spinner Crowley and falconer Aziraphale have been a great deal more than friends, but they've never quite admitted what they really feel about each other. Now Crowley has fallen in love, and he has five weeks at the Catskill Mountains Renaissance Faire during the most romantic season of the year to convince Aziraphale to see the light.

Hold the Lift (T, 5,621 words, 1/1 chapters): Crowley just wants to get to work on time, but when he gets stuck in a lift with new guy Aziraphale, he ends up with a lot more than he bargained for. See, Aziraphale has this list of 36 questions…

Beyond the Barricade (E, 29,854 words, 10/10 chapters): Az Eastgate and AJ Crowley are American college students in a production of Les Miserables. Will Az work up the courage to tell AJ how he feels about him?

Catching the Light (E, 3,994 words, 1/1 chapters): Azira Fell and Antoinette Crowley are American sculptors living their best lives in Rome in the 1860s. Toni has a commission to finish before Anathema’s wedding, and Azira offers to model for her.

Christmas is Definitely Not a Humbug (E, 3,071 words, 1/1 chapters): It is 1843, and Crowley brings home a brand-new copy of Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol as a gift for Aziraphale. Aziraphale shows his gratitude in the best way he knows how.

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic #good omens fic recs #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley

80 notes · View notes

timetoletmyimaginationfly · 1 year ago

Text

Evermore Part 2

Nanami Kento x Reader

Next: Evermore Final

Previous: Evermore Part 1

(Song: Evermore by Taylor Swift, Bon Iver)

Evermore Part 1

You sold the last of your furniture. You packed the last box. You have everything ready for the big move. You groaned. You needed a small duffle bag. And you threw one away two days ago. You groaned and left the apartment, in search for a decent sized bag.

The crisp, autumn breeze hit you. You mentally cursed at yourself for not bringing a jacket. You wanted to go back in, but you also didn’t want to walk back up the stairs to get it.

With a large sigh, you wandered around, finding a store to stop at. You couldn’t help but let your mind wander along with your body. You hugged yourself warm, imagining a pair of familiar, strong arms wrapped around you. Just the thought of him still makes your heart flutter. It still makes your chest heavy.

You missed hearing his voice. You missed his scent that made you feel like home. You missed his smiles, smiles that were always meant for you to see.

You broke out of your thoughts when your phone rang.

“Hello? Oh! MinHyuk!” you said, a smile appearing on your face. “I needed last minute things for tomorrow. Yeah, I’ll send you my location.”

As you did, you then searched the crowd. Your heart skipped a beat. You will always notice the tall blonde male. You will always notice the orange and black spotted tie with his blue button up. You will always notice his beige suit jacket and pants. But you pretended. Pretending that you never saw him. Believing that it was the only way for you to move on.

And once you saw your new boyfriend arrive, you felt happy again. He kissed your forehead and the two of you crossed the street with his arm wrapped around your shoulders to keep you warm. You couldn’t help but turn back around. He was already walking away.

You decided to give MinHyuk a chance. He was a celebrity from Korea and you still can’t believe that you were able to catch the attention from one. But, he is a sweet and caring man. Even after his tour in Japan, he found ways to pursue you. So you decided to give him that chance about a month ago.

And within that month, you decided that it was time to leave Japan behind. You wanted to at least listen to Nanami and his warnings. That maybe, you would feel relieved and maybe at peace with your own self. So, MinHyuk helped you. He helped you find an apartment nearby his and you job searched. He helped you fly to Korea and back home to Japan. He helped you move everything and you couldn’t be more grateful with his help, even though you kept declining it.

You wanted to step outside one more time before you leave. You walked everywhere, to all the places you loved going to with Nanami. You allowed the tears flow down as you walked down memory lane. You stopped at the bakery, the place where you two first met and where you fell in love. You remember walking with him for hours, just talking. Talking about everything as if you two were the best of friends.

You remembered him confessing his feelings and the life he truly lived. You remembered worrying about him every time he called you when he was on his way to a mission. You remember the relief when he returned back home to you. You remembered the scary news about these new enemies they met. And you remembered the night that he had to leave you, all for you to live a normal and safe life.

“God I miss you,” you said to yourself. It was getting late. MinHyuk had already text you goodnight. Your phone rang. It was your best friend.

“You didn’t answer me earlier!” she exclaimed. You lightly laughed. After buying your bag and your mini date, you fell asleep.

“Yeah I fell asleep.”

“Stop doing overtime.”

“I know, I need to take it easy with the overtime.” She is protective of you. She made sure you were okay everyday after the break up. Your best friend started to hate Nanami for hurting you but you constantly reassured her that it was for the best. You reassured her that you were okay even though you weren’t. You felt your shoulders ache and you couldn’t help but massage them.

“The moving went okay? You’re ready?” You found an empty bench. You couldn’t help but feel as if someone was there, but you needed the rest.

“Yeah everything’s done. Everything’s moved in. I’m taking my flight tomorrow morning,” you informed.

“Oh! You’re moving in with him too?” she asked curiously. You sighed and shook your head.

“No, I’m not moving in with him. God, we just started dating last month.”

“Will you be okay though? Is it gonna help you forget him?” I frowned. I feel like crying again.

“No,” I said quietly. “I’ll never forget him. Kento-kun means everything to me.” And he does. You believed he was the person for you. And you kept telling yourself that he is your person but it was completely wrong timing.

“You still love him.”

“Yeah, I’ll always love him.”

“Well, I hope you let MinHyuk in your life more,” she said. “He’s really good to you. But also, be careful! Fans in Korea get crazy. Like crazy, crazy.” You couldn’t help but laugh. He did warn you about that. He sort of gave you an option to back out. But if you gave Nanami a chance with his dangerous life, you might as well give MinHyuk that chance, too.

“I’ll be careful. I’ll talk to you tomorrow okay?”

“Alright. Have a safe flight.”

You finally hung up. The moon is so bright tonight. You admired the moon, letting Nanami take over your thoughts again. You suddenly felt the weight off your shoulders. You touched your shoulders with relief. You can’t help but believe that Nanami really is there, somehow protecting you still. You let the tears flow again. You leaned back against the bench, eyes never leaving the bright moon. Maybe he is there. You wanted to go over by the tree but you decided against it. You didn’t want to feel the disappointment if he wasn’t but you didn’t want to feel stuck the moment you see him. Because the times you saw him through the crowds in Tokyo, you were ready to throw your life away just for him.

“The moon is beautiful isn’t it, Kento-kun.” If he was there, you were hoping that he heard you. But you also like to ask yourself that on some nights when the moon was visible outside at night. You finally stood up, ready to go back home. “I hope you’re doing well.”

This time, you didn’t turn back. You continued your walk back home. You continued to let him consume your thoughts and consume the what ifs.

What if you were still with him? Would you still be filled with the worry and tears with thoughts of him not returning back home. Would he had left the sorcerer life? Would you two be able to have a future? The thoughts stayed in the back of your mind.

But for now, you mentally put Nanami in a chest and locked it up. It was time to move on. Time to let the pain eventually leave.

#jjk #jjk kento #jjk nanami #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jujutsu nanami #nanami #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanamin #nanami x you #nanami angst #jjk angst #nanami fanfic #kento nanami #jjk x reader #jjk x you

29 notes · View notes

eddiernunson · 1 year ago

Text

Found Again | Part 2 | Sequel to Trapped

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: The year is 2005. Vecna is defeated, Steve Harrington is finding grey hairs. Eddie has already been dead for 19 years. Unfortunately, you have too. Since 1989. In a new life, new state, new friends, new school, you find yourself drawn to the new kid, and he to you. Something tells you it had to do with the dreams of a man with long hair when you were small.

Authors Note: To everyone who has read the parts of Trapped to read this, you are wonderful and I appreciate you! So this is the introduction to the character Eddie reincarnates into... and I hope you like him. Also I forgot the tags on the last chapter. I gotta get better at that.

You ran into the gymnasium as Coach Rudy introduces the newest junior year to their upcoming semester, and as it’s the first day of school he seems to ignore your tardiness. You find yourself sitting right next to Kaitlyn, thank god.

“Late already? Aren’t you usually on your best behaviour for the first week or so?” She asks, and yes, unfortunately tardiness is a habit of yours.

You grit your teeth in a smile, itching to tell her all about the mysterious new kid you just saw in the parking lot.

Coach Rudy was in the middle of explaining the introductory 'game' he was about to have you all play, the stupid one where you say your name and a fun fact about yourself, when said mysterious stranger pops into the gym, out of breath.

“Aah, this must be our new student.” Coach exclaimed, holding his hand out and walking towards him quite dramatically. It was a bit over the top, but again, there weren’t a lot of new students in your school. “Here, you can start us off. Introduce yourself, where you’re from, and one fun fact about yourself.”

For the record, where you’re from was only for the new kid. Most of the population of your high school were from here.

“Sorry, couldn’t,” he speaks, and holy hell, it sent shivers down your spine, and you suddenly wanted to spend hours talking to him. “Couldn’t find the gym. My name is Patrick, I’m from Ohio, and I broke my left thumb twice, at the same spot.” He holds out his hand, extending his thumb where you could see a dent on his first knuckle. Your eyes zoom in on it, fixated on him showing his hands.

The moment you had realized you were staring, you blinked away. It felt like slow-motion to you, but it only lasted half a second. You were startlingly aware of how much you wanted to endlessly linger over him without a care and these intense reactions were overwhelming you.

You saw this guy literally only ten minutes ago, get it together, girl!

“Welcome to our school, Patrick. Glad to have you here. Who’s next?” Painstakingly, you all sit in a circle and one at a time the twenty-five of you say your name and a fun fact. Some of them were weird, others were interesting.

Somehow your brain refused to tune in your classmates. How has this person affected you so much, and why does this feeling feel like coming home at the same time?

“Maddie, your turn?” Next to you Kaitlyn lightly bumps into you.

“Oh. I’m Maddie and my mom took me to a psychic when I was four.” It wasn’t exactly unknown; it became your fun-fact when you realized teachers would be pulling this stunt every year. Having known most of your classmates since you were 4, it makes no sense to be experimenting with fun facts when most of them have grown up with you.

“Boo.” Kaitlyn whispers, and you knew why.

Because of all the juicy secrets you have told her over the years, she could never get out of you why you had gone to a psychic. You were keen on not telling, it was nice to have a mystery that people had wanted to know. There were even rumors speculated as to why, none of them true.

The class introduction took the first forty-five minutes of class. The coach insisted that he wanted a judge free place where you’re free to play without judgement of your classmates. As always, Coach Rudy was met with furrowed eyebrows and rolling eyes. As much as he tries, and he truly does, it doesn’t negate that teenagers can be sneaky with their malice.

You had once rolled your eyes at upper classmates who insisted the class wasn’t all what it promised to be. That was when you learned teenage girls have such a quiet way of being cruel.

Turns out, anti-bullying policies are bullshit.

The second half of your class was spent separating into teams for a fun game of dodgeball. Yes, dodgeball. On the first day. At first period. You found yourself on opposing teams to both Kaitlyn and the newcomer your neck couldn’t stop turning back towards.

Rather than allow yourself the embarrassment of being one of the last ones because you didn’t participate then being hit in the face with a ball, you let yourself be one of the first out. You were not about to put yourself through that in front of him.

“Maddie!” Rudy blows his whistle, “more participation!”

You didn’t care if he called you out for not taking part, something Rudy was known to be passionate about. It was a preferable fate.

Turns out, Patrick was fantastic at dodge ball. He dodged effectively, his aim was skillful, and lastly, he didn’t shoot to kill. His shots were kind.

That was what stuck out to you. He had the ball in his court, but it never felt malicious, he was just enjoying the game. Damn this was really attractive, your mouth watering as you watched obsessively.

The bell rings minutes after Patrick hits the final standing on the court, and the other person laughs when he hits them with the ball. Patrick’s joy for the play of the game was contagious and the smile on his face spoke a thousand words. He meets up in the middle when Rudy calls you all over.

As you catch a closer glimpse, his forehead was beaded in sweat, poor kid is going to his first day having sweat everywhere without any gym clothes. You were sure Rudy didn’t think anyone would be that into the game, in fact it might've been the reason he chose this game to begin with.

After the class is dismissed, they all pick up their bags off the floor, something you would usually put in the locker room. Someone stands in your peripherals, clearing their throat to get your attention. You were sure it was Kaitlyn, but unless she has grown six inches over the span of five minutes and cut, curled, and dyed her hair, it wasn’t.

It was Patrick.

“Hey.” He greeted, his face still shiny, his smile contagious.

Your heart skipped a beat.

In fact, you thought it stopped working altogether for a solid minute before your brain even catches up.

“Hi.” You manage out, and your body feels like it’s in a time lock, stuck in place.

“I don’t know this school at all, I thought I’d be able to figure it out, but I was proven very wrong. Can you show me around?” How was this real?

Things like this didn’t just happen.

This literally felt as if the world had delivered him to you on a silver platter. Here you go, you’re welcome.

“Uh, sure. No problem.” You agreed, as if you didn’t spend the entire period staring at him obsessively. “Just one moment, ok?” You hold out a finger, walking slowly towards where Kaitlyn stand in a corner, gesturing wildly and wondering what the hell was going on.

“Ok. I’ll meet you in the hall.” He gestures towards the big doors on the opposite side of the gym, and you nod stiffly in response.

“Uh, did I miss something?” Kaitlyn demands as soon as he’s out of earshot.

The fact that you didn’t get any time to tell her about seeing him by the time he had approached you was almost too much for you to process. “So, I saw him in the parking lot, he showed up about five minutes before the bell, and I was one of the only students there. Maybe he recognized a familiar face?”

“Ok, but this isn't that. Whatever that was between you two, was insane.” She describes it, adjusting the pastel dress she had chosen for the first day. “Seriously. Like, I know you’ve been crushing on him but it’s obvious he likes you back.”

You make a weird face at her, shaking your head in disbelief. “No way. I was staring at him the whole time. He’s just gonna let me down gently.”

“The way he looked at you, no.” Your head shaking continued, insisting that she was delusional. “Whatever. I’m just saying, he literally could’ve just asked to be assigned a student to help him out, but instead he asked you.” She sighs, grabbing the already crumpled up schedule from her bag. “What do you have next?”

“Math.”

“Ew. I have Chemistry.” Damn it.

“I’ll see you later?” You call out as she runs to the opposite door that Patrick did.

“Text me, keep me updated on how it goes!” She shouted and the door shuts behind her.

Your feet suddenly rush to move, realizing you barely had the time to now both show Patrick and get to your class. With your luck he probably got tired of waiting for you and went to someone else for help.

Nope. He was leaning on a locker patiently, and he pushed himself off lightly, hands in his low sitting pocket pants as he walked to you.

Did-did your mouth just water?

“Uh, which class do you have next?” You ask him, suddenly aware you weren’t in class with him anymore, technically it was just you and him with extra people around you.

He pulls out his schedule, folded more neatly than Kaitlyn’s was. “Uh, Math.” He calls out.

You’re stunned into silence. “With Miss. Lipton?” You ask incredulously, and he nods his head quickly to confirm. “Damn. Same class, follow me.”

Ok. Now, this, this right here? Same class? What was this John Cusack bullshit that was happening and when was the other shoe gonna drop?

He follows you down the hall as you give a quick tour to that specific area of the school to which your footsteps covered. There was a fight last year by that trophy case, a teacher was found hooking up with a student under that staircase over a decade ago, and your freshman locker until you reached the room in the nick of time, only a handful of seats left.

Two of them happened to be next to one another, but you start to walk towards the one in the back, any assumptions that might be wrong would kill your insides. As you turn away from his seat he tugs you by a strap hanging from the bag that sits on your shoulder. When you turn back to him confused, he tilts his head to the desk next to him.

And while this had a part of your body floating on air, the other part was sinking via anvil. You couldn’t shake the feeling that this was too good to be true. It felt too right, like him asking you to show him around was always gonna happen. You were always going to forget your phone and see him run in late. It just made sense.

Too much sense. This sense of coming home just felt overpowering and it was a terrifying feeling towards someone you had just met.

A crazy part of you, a small boat in the sea of this is weird asked you, ‘If this is too good to be true, would it be so bad to believe in it?’

Nope, too crazy.

You sat next to him, Miss. Lipton welcoming all her students back, wrapped up the conversation she was having with her favoured students when until only minutes after the bell. “Morning, students. Welcome to Algebra II!”

Miss. Lipton is the only teacher that doesn’t want to torture you with the get to know one another game, in fact, she just wanted to get right into the learning and make sure her students knew her expectations. She was kind, but she was brutal when it came to missed assignments and homework.

While you were dreading a full semester starting off with gym and algebra, but if it meant you got to sit next to Patrick, maybe it won’t be so bad.

The only reason you know Ms. Lipton’s rules, is because you’ve heard them said to you twice already. If this was your first time in her class you would’ve been screwed, your ears muffled like there’s no sound, all too aware of him within arm's reach. God, the three minutes of leading him to the classroom were being played on repeat, speaking to him, his laughter at a sillier expression you had made once announcing the scandal that was Mr. Wes, his easy stride next to yours.

Was your breathing this deep, or did you just think it was?

Miss. Lipton wasted no time, getting right into the first lesson and assigning 12 questions for homework. You were given time in class to work on them, and you’re leant down on your desk, staring hard at a math problem you didn’t even listen to the lesson for.

Oh, sitting next him was gonna be bad for your already mediocre grades.

“Did you get a word of that?” Patrick asks you, leaning towards your desk. You caught sent of his Irish Spring soap, and somehow his freshly showered scent melted you.

“No. My brain is all gooey today.” You state in an even voice, leaning towards neither positive or negative in your tone.

“Summer has a tendency, that’s for sure.” Patrick exclaims, going back in his text to read over the lesson.

Sure. Summer.

You follow his lead, might as well figure out what the hell you missed while you can still ask questions.

As you finally start to grasp the concept the bell rings, and Patrick looks to you expectantly, holding a strap of his bag with an easy smile on his face.

“Alright, what next?” You ask him, and he brings out his chart again.

“I have band, next.” He explains, showing you the timeslot.

You definitely did not have band, not knowing how to play a single instrument. “Well, I’m not in that. Here, I’ll show you.” You start down the hall, and the band room was actually pretty far in the school compared to your gym and algebra.

As you make the second turn down another hallway he asks, “What, no commentary, this time?” And you didn’t know him enough to be sure, but there was something in his voice. You weren’t hopeful enough to think he was flirting.

“Oh, well not much to say in these halls. The mural is redone by different senior every four years, there’s the drama room we do one play per semester, down those halls is our art room, here is the auditorium. Oh. If you pass by the bathroom at the end of this hall,” you point at it, “don’t use it. It reeks because the stoners took control of it last year.”

“Didn’t the teachers do anything?”

“You think they didn’t try? Because these kids did everything to dodge them. Kinda like you in gym today, you overachiever.” Was that…flirting?

“Hey, dodgeball is fun when you play it right.” He claims, and he was apparently right.

You stop in front of some open and painted double doors. “Ok, this is your stop.” He looks up at the doors, and you wondered if they were intimidating to you, how bad would they be to him? “What instrument do you play?” You ask, trying to cut his nervousness.

“Uh, bass.” He answers, pretending to do the double pluck that bass players are so known for.

“Electric, or—”

“Electric.” He interrupts you, dismissing the thought of him playing the double bass.

“Go get ‘em, tiger.” You tell him, patting his shoulder lightly. Your brain malfunctions in the middle of the pat, wondering just what the hell did you think you were doing.

You freeze on the spot, muttering a goodbye as you walk away as you felt overwhelmed. At least English would be simple.

English was not simple. The first book of the semester, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde turned out to have so much illusion to imagery to describe a single sentence you were bored to tears by the second page. You understood none of what was happening, feeling less dumb when multiple classmates also had questions.

The bell rung, signifying lunch time. You sat with your food alone waiting for Kaitlyn when the seat next to you is filled by Patrick.

This boy is literally enabling your fixation on him. One part of you wanted to tell him to run from you, because you were unhealthily obsessed with him, and you only met him hours ago.

The other side wanted to beg him to continue, because it gave you the delusion that this might not have been one-sided.

“How was band?” You ask him, the Irish Spring soap hitting your nose sweetly again.

“It was lame.” He responds, opening up his bag of chips on the tray. “We didn’t really get to play much, and it was just some introductory talks. I do music theory on the weekends, so it was basic knowledge. Dunno, felt like Junior High band than High School. What class did you go to?”

That was certainly a critique. And while you were no means an arts school, the drama program you had was nothing to laugh at. Maybe the band class wasn’t up to par with the drama program.

However, you’re now fixed on the idea that he also wanted to know how your class went, too.

“English. I usually love this class but the book she introduced us to was stupidly hard.” You complained and suddenly Kaitlyn pops down next to you.

“I warned you that she’s a villain.” She claims, laughing as you finally discover the true nature of the infamously tough English teacher that was Mrs. Van Heerde. “She’s that intense all year long, by the way. You get used to it within the first week.”

“Do we have any other classes together, or will we be just tortured together during PE all semester?” You ask, yanking out your ever-folded schedule.

The two of you compare, and you have your last class of the day together, Anthropology.

“Hey me too.” Patrick comments, already putting his schedule back in his pocket.

Kaitlyn side eyes you, nodding towards Patrick pointedly with her head. You wish you could express every thought you’ve been thinking, but the fact that it’s stopped by his mere presence is a gift you could never have predicted. She leans forward onto her elbows towards him, a devilish glint in her eye. “So what’s Ohio like?”

“Boring.” Patrick deadpans to her, mouth still chewing as he said it. “Nothing happens there.”

“Why’d you move here? No offense, but nothing happens here either.” You laugh, leaning back in your chair.

Your small town was made of only one high school, and the town had major meetings in which the smallest of squanders were battled out by the leaders. What squanders were so important to gather (most of) the town’s population you might ask?

New library signs. Where to place wheelchair accessible ramps on old buildings.

Stars Hallow was very reminiscent of your town, without all the romanticization of it.

“Dad’s job moved him.” Patrick answers, lips pursed as if he was considering his opinion on being moved going into his second last year of high school.

“To here? Of all places?” Kaitlyn asks, her eyebrows raised up to her honey blonde bangs.

Patrick laughs silently, nodding solemnly in response.

“So why did your mom bring you to a psychic when you were so young?” Patrick asks, taking a sip and your mind is captivated by his Adam’s apple bobbing as he drank. You never realized it was so prominent.

“You won’t get an answer out of her.” Kaitlyn answers when she realizes you were preoccupied. “I’ve tried for years, and nothing.”

“Why not?” Patrick asks, the question directed towards you.

His brown eyes look into yours, and without either of your food to distract you anymore they were so captivating. “I like to have a little mystery in a town where everyone knows everything.”

“Do you even know why she took you?” Patrick challenged you, his eyebrows tilted.

“Yep. I could tell you vividly why she took me.” You pause, leaning over to your bestfriend to tease her. “But I won’t. I let this one fact fester for years so the real thing will not live up to the hype. I guarantee it.”

There’s something behind his eyes that you couldn’t place, an unsaid sentence in his brain. You wanted to be brave and ask what was on his mind, but, then again you were only his tour guide. Tomorrow he’ll be hanging with some people he actually liked.

The air as tense as you thought it was, Kaitlyn switching her glance between the two of you as an unspoken sentence seems to be exchanged. Not that either of you were aware of the sentence, but Kaitlyn was, even if she didn’t know what it meant.

Patrick wondered if you were feeling any bit of as intense as you were towards him as he did about you. Why was he so drawn to you? Why did not knowing about this story of the psychic drive him so crazy?

You wondered why you had the sudden urge to tell Patrick a story that you had stored away in a safe. How was he not freaked out by the sheer intensity of how much you’ve been staring at him all day?

Kaitlyn just wanted to know when the two of you would get a grip and just admit you were into one another. Patrick was cute, and by the reactions of the girls in the classes without you, also desired. However the general consensus is that the two of you were into one another, and anyone with eyes could see it.

Anyone but the two of you, at least.

“Alright I gotta jet. I’ll see you both in Anthropology, I guess.” Kaitlyn walks off, shaking her head in exasperation. One day when the fog settled you’d be able to have a conversation again.

Hopefully.

After you dropped Patrick off at his second last class, you were able to show him the classroom for Anthropology, which so happened to be diagonally across the hall. He thanked you graciously for showing him around, and you had to fight back insisting that the pleasure was all yours, you got to look at him all day.

Now you walked into the classroom, seeing the desk layout as both Kaitlyn and Patrick had already seated, with a seat between them you supposed was meant for you. You walked to the seat, and they were already in the middle of a conversation.

“No, I swear to god, you should’ve seen her reaction.” Kaitlyn insists, and you’ve got a bad feeling you were the her she was talking about.

Patrick lets out a light laugh, and his smile brightens up the room.

At least, to you it did.

“I’m not even going to ask.” You claim, shaking your head in contentment. Contentment? Why were you content?

“Oh, I'm telling him about the time-”

“Nope. Don’t want to know.”

“Fine.” Kaitlyn lets you be stubborn, raising her hands up in surrender.

You stare straight ahead to the whiteboard ahead of you, refusing to look Patrick in the eye and give in to Kaitlyn’s little game. You knew, as well as she did, that the moment you looked at him and the spark in his eyes you would want to know what story Kaitlyn was telling him.

The possibilities were endless.

Anthropology was as interesting as you hoped it was, picking it based on liking social studies more around the study of how people lived. At the end of the class the teacher Mr. Sullivan assigned a project that was due towards two weeks.

It was a long project that required days of working together, a study on different tribes in East Africa. It involved basic research, a visual and oral presentation with an artifact that represents the tribe as a whole.

It was a long project, something that earned a groan as he handed the assignment out.

Mr. Sullivan didn’t care, telling you to partner up with whoever.

Kaitlyn, ever a sweetheart, knew what you were going to say before you even say it. “Hey, I’m gonna partner with Lacey, her whole thing is research projects. You should go with Patrick.” Very subtle, Kaitlyn. Very subtle.

You take out your flip phone, texting her under the table as you turn to your right towards Patrick.

UR THE BEST

The sound of her phone flipping shut is the signal that she has received it, and she simply just says, “I know.”

You gulp, facing towards Patrick. “So, partners?” You ask delicately, ready for any rejection.

He keeps surprising you. “Cool.”

As if on que the bell rings, and you find yourself walking with Patrick to your car. He was, after all, parked right next to it. In fact, you found yourselves in between his van and your car and the air is so much thicker than when you saw him that morning.

After the miracle of being in the same gym class as him you had expected your only interactions with him to be limited and one-sided. Patrick outright asking you if you would show him around stunted your perception, and you found your luck growing throughout the day.

You look up at him, and nothing in his face is giving him away, the sweater open to reveal he wore an MCR shirt but the baseball cap on his dashboard surprising you.

As vehicles started to leave the lot, still much unsaid, you were about to turn to your own vehicle to reminisce your world-wind first day when an electric shock surges through you as he grabs your hand to stop you. You freeze, staring at it.

You turn back to face him, questioning the grab.

“Can I say something crazy?” He asks you, his voice low and vulnerable.

Crazy seemed good. You nod, because even if crazy didn’t seem good, you’d be willing to listen to him talk about snails if it meant you didn’t have to leave him yet.

“I have spent all day wanting to kiss you. From the moment I saw you, it’s like this…” he looks down, frustrated, looking for the right word.

“A need.” You offer for him.

He smiles, nodding.

“It’s not crazy, because I’ve been feeling the same way.” You respond, the sentence escaping your throat before you could stop it.

Patrick takes this as a go-ahead, walking two strides before his hands frame your face and his lips are on yours. It sounded crazy, but it was like it was coming home. His lips felt familiar, and a tear was already down your cheek before you had processed this emotion. Like something you were missing has been found.

Like you found him and you didn’t even know you were looking.

Patrick connects his forehead to yours, your heavy breaths loud in the silence surrounding you both. You allow yourself to sit in the silence, until Patrick insists you join him in his van so you could finally talk it out.

Because, it was odd, but it felt like this should’ve been happening. Like you going home instead of kissing him would’ve been the wrong choice.

You climb into his passenger seat, feeling strangely safe as you glance around for hidden details about him.

“So.” Patrick starts, leaning on his steering wheel as he talked to you.

“So.”

“You’ve been feeling it?”

“Since the moment I saw you. I thought I was going insane with how much I stared at you in gym this morning. I thought you were going to tell me to stop stalking you.” You confessed, the openness of it refreshing.

“I was actually showing off.” He replied, a hint of sheepishness in his voice. “My mind kept telling me that you didn’t care and to stop but there was something that told me not to let you go too far, which is why I requested you to show me around.”

“Do you think all people feel drawn to one another like this?” You asked him, keenly aware of the feeling of a magnet that’s been pulling you to him.

Patrick shakes his head, “I’ve never felt anything this strong. This is something else.”

“This is insane. I know nothing about you, but I had this need to be near you all day. I know you’re athletic. I know you play the bass. I know you listen to My Chemical Romance. That’s it. But. Kissing you, is like—"

“Relief.” He interrupts you, understanding everything of what you were talking about. “You’re saying we don’t know one another very well, so tell me the one thing you refuse to tell everyone else. Tell me about the psychic.”

You blink, and the inkling that this had something to do with her was all too much all day. “Did that story intrigue you because I refused to tell it, or because of the psychic?”

“The psychic.”

You knew it. “I used to dream about someone. He was from a long time ago, before we were born, and when I woke up, I talked about him and how much I missed him. My mom took me to the psychic because apparently my details about him were consistent enough to make her raise some questions.”

“What happened?”

“I actually never found out, but the psychic believed me. And there was something, in my little brain that thought she was the real thing. I remember thinking that because that thought is my first memory.”

“I never told anyone else before, because my mom just dismissed it as childish stories, but I used to dream about a girl. I didn’t know much about her, other than she was a light in the darkness. Her laugh, her hugs, when she came into the dream everything was amazing. Then these…” his face grimaces, and you could tell it also became nightmares for him, too. “These cracks would echo in my brain; I think they were bones. I don’t know much after that; they all blend but I will never get that sound out of my head.”

Patrick places the baseball cap on his head backwards, sliding down in his driver’s seat.

“This can’t be a coincidence.” You start, his dreams making sense yet being mind blowing at the same time. “Are you up for something crazy?”

“This already feels insanely crazy, what do you got?” Patrick answers, one hand clutching onto his steering wheel.

“When I went I told her about my dreams, she hired a Private Investigator to look for answers on the person I dreamt about. She said as a four-year-old I’ve given her enough consistent information that if the person I dreamed about was real, then she would get answers.” You pause, letting Patrick soak it in.

Patrick laughs, closed mouthed as if the insanity of the circumstances finally caught up to him. “Fuck it, let’s go.”

I love reading comments in tags and replies, and as always, reblogging is the best way to support fic writers on here <3 Thanks for reading!

taglist: @pinkcowracing @yourthebrokengirl @skrzydlak @thirddeadlysin @sammararaven @bebe07011 @prettylovley @josephquinncore

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #these tags feel like theyre lying but you geddit ppl dont see things without tags

52 notes · View notes

multiphandommess · 1 year ago

Text

Trouble In Paradise

Requested by @wosoobsessed

Request: Thank you so much! Could I possibly have one where Natasha and the reader go on holiday together maybe somewhere like Australia. And they’ve both been working a lot so they haven’t been spending a lot of time together ,but in the time they have spent together they’ve been arguing about little things cus they’re both tired. But when they get there Natasha starts doing work on her laptop and is just acting rlly disconnected and it’s results in them having an argument. But really Natasha is planning on proposing so that’s why she’s been so busy. And then the next day they make up and then in the evening Natasha proposes to the reader and it’s all cute. Sorry if this is too long. But thank you anyway!!

Mia POV

“Nat? Come on, we’re gonna miss our Uber if you don’t hurry your happy ass up,” I yelled to my girlfriend. I was standing in front of our door, my bags packed for our trip. Natasha is taking me on a trip to Australia, our first trip together in over 2 years where neither of us plans to work. I started to make my way to our shared bedroom when my beautiful (and slow) girlfriend met me halfway. Despite only wearing casual clothes, just a pair of black jeans, my hoodie, a flannel over the sweatshirt, and a pair of boots, she looked ethereal. She is only slightly smaller than me but the hoodie she was wearing is a bit oversized on me so she looked tiny in the article of clothing.

“Alright, alright. Don’t get your panties in a bunch, I’m ready,” She joked, putting her bags next to mine, “Well come on! What was that about us being late?” she said with a smirk. About 10 minutes later, we were finally in the Uber and on the way to the airport. She had her headphones on and was scrolling on her phone but she was still listening as I told her about a new directing job one of my friends got. I met Natasha nearly 10 years ago when I was still in film school and was interning with one of the directors on Orange Is The New Black. I wanted to work on horror films but a crime show with some violence was the closest I could get at the time, though I don’t regret it at all. After striking up a conversation during a short break between takes, we became friends. I ended up working on the show until they ended it, creating a family-like bond between me and the cast and crew. In early 2019, after our last shoot day wrapped, Natasha showed up at my door (more than) slightly drunk and stated her feelings towards me in an adorably intoxicated way. She stayed over that night and we went on our first date the next day. It’s been 4 years since that date and I couldn’t be happier. I broke out of my thoughts as I got caught staring. “I see that my face is very interesting, but what’s got you all smiley?” She asked.

My face turned red, “Just thinking of you, baby,” I replied.

“Ok, slow down there with the flattery.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, rolling my eyes playfully. Our driver pulled up to the airport, and we got out. We checked our bags and went through security. I turned to look at Nat with a slight pout, “I’m hungry.”

She wrapped her arm around my shoulder, “Well, let’s go fix that, hun,” she checked her watch, “We got time.” She began steering me towards the various restaurants and places to get food, allowing me to make the final choice.

-Time Skip-

We had a layover in Texas and decided to get food and drinks from the bar as it was a few hours later. I got a burger, Natasha got nachos, and we got a beer. Conversations flowed smoothly as we talked about anything from job offers to new movies releasing soon, even to our plans for the holidays. I had begun to infodump about a new horror movie I had seen when I looked over to see Nat staring at me as she was drinking, both intrigued by what I was talking about and shamelessly checking me out. I blushed but continued talking. Horror wasn’t Natasha’s favorite genre, but she still enjoyed it and enjoyed hearing my excitement talking about it. We sat there for a few hours until our next flight. The only downside of traveling to Sydney was the amount of time spent traveling. I was fully planning on passing out both on the plane and at our hotel when we got there. She hadn’t told me where in Sydney we were staying. I was a bit tipsy after a few drinks and was very tired after our day of traveling, so as we waited at the terminal, I laid my head on Nat’s shoulder and drifted off. About 20 minutes later, she gently shook me awake. “M? It’s time to get up, darling. They’re boarding. You can sleep on the plane, this next flight is over 12 hours,” She told me as I sat up and stretched. On the plane, I rested against Natasha again, and after we took off, she pulled me more into her. This was a little shocking as she wasn’t nearly as touchy as I was but I still accepted the affection.

Many hours, movies, and snacks later, we arrived in Sydney. We left Texas at 10 p.m. and got to Sydney at about noon. Natasha had rented a car for the trip and after putting our bags in the back, she started towards our hotel. When we got there, I was shocked. The building was giant and beautiful (this is where they’re staying). I immediately took off my shoes and flopped onto the bed. Nat laughed lightly at my antics and put our stuff away before joining me on the bed. She pulled me into her and we sat in a comfortable silence as we both fell asleep. When woke up, it was dark out. I woke up first, got up, used the restroom, and changed into something new and not worn for over 20 hours straight. I turned back around to see my girlfriend staring at me. “What do you think you're looking at?” I asked with a smirk.

She mirrored my expression and replied, “Admiring my love.”

“You trying to get into my pants, Lyonne?” I joked.

“Always, beautiful,” She replied, as she stood up and walked over to me. She wrapped her arms around my waist from behind and kissed my neck. I turned around in her hold and leaned my head against her shoulder. I breathed in her scent, a woodsy, musky scent mixed with the slight lingering scent of cigarettes. She had quit earlier this year but the smell still stuck to some of her shirts. She walked away from me to change as well and one of my siblings texted me. As I replied to my sister, Nat walked up next to me. “You wanna go get dinner?” She asked.

“Sure. Just let me finish texting Luna back and I’ll be ready,” I responded. She nodded in acknowledgment and walked to put her shoes on. I sent the text, slipped on my shoes, and went to grab my wallet when Nat pulled me back.

“I’m paying so you don’t need your wallet, love,” She told me.

“How thoughtful,” I replied and kissed her cheek, “Thank you, Bubba.” She grabbed my jaw and planted a kiss on my lips before leading me out the door. She took me to a steakhouse and an ice cream shop for dessert. I paid my gratitude through kisses and the atmosphere was peaceful and loving.

-Time Skip-

So, we have been in Sydney for a couple of days, and for the past couple of days, Natasha hasn’t been herself. She is extra affectionate and then just blows me off for a little bit. She also isn’t nearly as talkative nor has she seemed like her normal funny self. She’s been closed off and it’s honestly, kind of bumming me out. But I had been determined to make this trip better and remained optimistic. Well, that is until the 4th day. I woke up to an empty bed, something that had become more and more normal on this trip, and I got up to go find my partner. I found her working on her laptop, and this set me over the edge. “Really, Natasha?” I asked annoyed, as I rolled my eyes. She looked up at me, shocked. I rarely ever used her full name when talking to her and when I did, it was never in an annoyed tone. “You promised me that you wouldn’t work on this trip at all! And maybe I would have less of a problem with it if you weren’t actively pushing me away! You barely even look my way anymore! Did I do something? You seemed fine before we left,” I ranted, more than a little bit angry. Nat looked a bit stunned at my sudden outburst.

“N-no. You didn’t do anything. I just need to finish this thing and then we can go do something,” She said, trying to comfort me.

“It’s fine, Natasha. Don’t let me stop your work. I’m going out, so I’ll be back later,” I said, not wanting to hear a half-assed explanation. I quickly changed and walked towards to door. Natasha was waiting by the door looking like a kicked puppy. “Nat, move. I just need to leave for a little bit to clear my head so I don’t say something I don’t mean,” I told her, still outwardly mad. She frowned but still wouldn’t meet my eyes as I walked out of the door. I went to a local coffee shop and stayed there for a few hours. Natasha tried to call me a few times but I ignored them all and turned off my phone. As I turned my phone back on, I saw one text from her. It said ‘Let me make it up to you by letting me take you out to dinner tonight, ok? We’ll go to a nice restaurant. I’m getting ready now so that you don’t have to see me before dinner. We can meet at the restaurant and I’ll leave you the car so you can drive. I love you, angel. I’m sorry. I hope you meet me.’ I couldn’t say no to dinner, I wanted an explanation. So I got up, threw my cup away, and walked back to our hotel room. I walked into the empty room and started to get ready. I put on my outfit (either a black suit or a black dress, whichever you want) and finished fixing my appearance. I got the car keys and walked out to the car. Inside the car, on the dash, there was a letter. My name was scrawled on the front in Natasha’s slightly messy writing. It had the address of the restaurant as well as another apology. The restaurant was about 20 minutes from the hotel and looked beautiful and high-end. I parked and got out and saw my girlfriend wearing a beautiful black dress. She didn’t wear them very often but she always looked stunning in them; even more so now as the sun was setting behind us, covering her in golden hour lighting. She smiled as I walked up to her and linked her arm with mine. We walked in and were seated quickly. They took our orders and we were sitting in a tense silence.

Natasha spoke first, “Alright before you spend this whole night glaring at me, let me explain. The reason that I was on my computer was because I was working out the pickup time details for this…” She trails off, reaching into her bag and pulling out a ring box. She opened it to reveal a beautiful engagement ring. “I had been looking for the perfect ring for a while and when I found this one, I fell in love. I was already planning on taking you somewhere and when I found out that it was made in Australia, I knew it was a match made in heaven. But, I’m still sorry. I promised absolutely no work and I still had my focus on my screens instead of you, so I don’t want you to feel bad, you didn’t ruin anything and I’m not upset,” She finished, and my face was bright red and my mouth opened. Despite her saying it wasn’t a big deal, I still felt terrible.

“I’m so so sorry-”

“No. No apologizing, you did nothing wrong. Now, time for the age-old question,” She joked, trying to make me feel better, “I would get on one knee, but I don’t think that your anxiety wants that in public, so imagine it. Mia Davis, the love of my life, the person I met while filming a criminal lesbian porno, the person who has always been there for me, will you please marry me?”

“Of course, crazy! Did you really think there would be another answer?! I love you!” I exclaimed. She hugged me, slipped the ring on my finger, and kissed me.

As we sat back down, she answered me, “To be honest, I wasn’t quite sure that you would say yes after this morning,” she told me, looking sheepish.

“Baby, couples fight, you know this. I know we don’t very often, but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop loving you,” I said, smiling at her. The rest of the night went amazing and I was lucky enough to go back to our hotel, with my fiance.

#natasha lyonne #natasha lyonne x reader

18 notes · View notes

chronic-pessimists · 3 months ago

Text

I have never had good luck in the romantic relationship department, I have never been kissed, never gone on a proper date, and never had a relationship that lasted more than a few days. Up until 2 years ago, I had never had anyone really like me, and I didn't really have a crush on anyone either. But 2 years ago, there was this new boy at school, I had a really big crush on him, and he liked me back. He asked me to go to our school's haunted high with him (this is now in October (still 2 years ago)), I was so excited. Then he was late, an hour late. Then he ended up going with his friends. The next day he told me he liked someone different (they went on to have a multiple month long relationship). After that I didn't like anyone else until the end of the summer. I talked to another boy for five months before he told me he didn't want to have a real relationship, then continued to ghost me. At this point it is January of 2024 and I have given up on romance, then I start talking to this guy that apparently had a really big crush on me (I didn't really like him but I was at a really low point in life). I talked to him for less than 24 hours before stopping because I was getting major stalker vibes. Turns out I was right on the stalker thing, when I stopped talking to him he chased me home after school then called my friend asking a bunch of stuff about me. I didn't start talking to anyone again until the very end of April, and we started "dating" even though we had never actually been on a date. At the beginning of April I broke up with him because he was asking his ex for nudes. Then, finally, we have my most recent failure, I started flirting with this guy and we were texting constantly for a few days, then out of nowhere he ghosted me. So obviously I asked what was going on and he said that he knew I liked him but that he didn't feel the same way about me so he just stopped talking to me because he thought it would be easier.

Pretty much the only thing I have gained from these experiences are trust issues, the inability to actually show affection to others, severely low self esteem, and many other mental issues.

#love is fake #pessimist #trust issues #want to be happy #alone #feeling lonely #nobody loves me #nobody likes me

5 notes · View notes

cosmos-coma · 2 years ago

Text

Seized- Part 1

A/N: I... am not gonna lie. I struggled a bit to set this one up. probably because now I’m working 10 hour days and am brain dead after work, but I want to thank @simpxinnie for the series request and I hope to do it well for you!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Words: 1285

Summary: Its the 1940s and Bucky’s infantry gets some surprise members, one of which he seems absolutely taken with

Part 1 | Part 2 |

______________________________

“Alright boys, apparently because the other infantries have been getting their asses absolutely handed to them lately, headquarters has a bit of a surprise for us…” Bucky’s commander yelled as he walked the line of soldiers in front of him. Mumbles of curiosity came from all around as his fellow soldiers made guesses of what it might be, but none of them could have guessed what came next.

“Alright, bring ‘em on in!” The commander yelled, waving his hand as a small infantry of women marched out to stand before them, led by their own commander with patches and medals to rival them all. Your infantry was not large by any means, but at this point in the war the more hands they could bring in the better.

Lately, the men in 107th had been growing stagnant in their position, unable to gain any ground, but not losing any either. Bucky could see that his soldiers and friends were starting to lose hope of ever doing more, but with any luck, this will shake things up enough to get them back on their toes.

The rumbling chatter came from the lines of men behind him, some less excited than others, but no one dared speak up in the other group's presence.

Bucky’s eyes scanned the various forms and faces of your visiting troop, stone-like expressions unwavering as their commander spoke up. “Alright, ladies. Put your things in your new barracks and take the afternoon to familiarize yourself with the base. Training will continue tomorrow morning at 0700. Now fall out!” She yelled with a robust tone, waving her hand in dismissal.

But Bucky couldn’t take in any of her words as you in particular caught his attention. He’s not sure why it was you that snagged his gaze; perhaps it was the softness evident in you despite your stoic eyes. Or maybe it was that you still looked like you could kick his ass either way.

Your skin shuddered just a bit as if you were being watched, but how could you not be? The eyes of men waved all over you and your sisters in arms, many wary, a few perverted, and one- oh.

And one pair of bright blue eyes that seemed to jump out from the rest. Their gaze not wary, nor perverted, but maybe… curious? You shot a knowing look his way as your eyes locked and, your lips quirked up in a small smile.

The ranks broke as both your commanders dismissed you and a mass of bodies going in all different directions filled the common space between. People bumped into Bucky here and there and in all the commotion he must’ve lost your face in the crowd. “Damn it...” he muttered under his breath, looking around in one last ditch effort, but you were long gone.

-----

You hummed softly as you wandered the base. You had hoped to familiarize yourself with your new home, but you were far too distracted to take anything in. The trees that rustled leaves above you, even the passing of strangers didn't seem to register to your brain. Your mind was still clouded by those darling blues you had caught starting just an hour ago. Who did those curious eyes belong to? and did their smile shine just as bright?

You were so caught up in your questions and thoughts that you barely realized you had run right into those very same eyes. “Oh! My apologies, I guess I’ve been a little….” your words trailed off as you took him in up close now. Dimpled chin with the hint of stubble beginning to make itself known, ruffled hair that your fingers just ached to run through, and… and far sweeter eyes than you had caught earlier.

“It’s you…” you remarked with an odd sense of both surprise and knowing..

“It’s me?” his laughter rumbled quietly out of his chest, a small smile playing on his lips.

Your lips couldn’t help but reflect that same easy smile, moving as if they had a mind of their own. “Yeah, you who I caught staring at me earlier,” you said, arms crossing over your chest.

An almost bashful look crossed over Bucky’s face as you called him out, your playful tone turning into a teasing one.

You held your hand out as you introduced yourself, “I’m a Corporal.” you added.

Bucky’s grip was firm as he shook your hand, giving an extra flirting squeeze as he began to pull back. “Sergent Barnes… but you can call me Bucky,” his handsome smile and tone, while charming, definitely felt practiced.

“You warm up this fast to all your fellow soldiers, Sergent?” you asked, you raised your eyebrow at him as you made a point to use his title.

“Nah, just the special ones,” he grinned as he spoke. Truthfully, he didn’t even mean to pull out his ‘pick-up moves’ on you, it just seemed to come naturally as he found himself wanting to get closer and closer to you.

“Ah… well this special one is bound to be gone soon, so you may want to save your lines for someone else, Barnes.” Your smile was modest as you you continued your walk, glancing back for just a moment to see him turn to quickly fall into step beside you.

“.... What do you mean you’ll be gone soon?”

Your shoulders bumped into his as you walked side by side down the thin path, “Our commander says that as soon as we’ve helped you guys push the line far enough that we’re off to the next infantry to do the same thing…” you said with a short shrug, but he could see heavier things bouncing around your head for just a moment. And for some reason, something changed just a bit inside Bucky when he heard that, and at once his lines all dropped away.

“Well… do you want me to show you around? I can show you the best spots for hiding from your commander.”

A softer smile graced your lips now as his voice became more humbled and sincere, “I would like that,” you nodded.

You bumped his shoulder once more, intentional this time, and he began to lead you around. Your strides moved in time as he pointed out his favorite hiding spots, but you could barely focus next to him. Your eyes followed his arm as he pointed to another building that looked just the same as the last twelve- but your gaze quickly kept gravitating back to the slope of that jaw and the light-hearted ease of that smile.

His eyes just caught you at the edge of his vision, his toothy smile widening in a way he could never hope to hide from you. You two stole glances at each other throughout the rest of the tour, seemingly besotted with the idea of each other, just like schoolchildren.

Ding Ding Ding

The dinner bell began to ring.

“Dinner already? But we only just arrived,” you said to yourself, checking your watch, only to see that you’d been walking together for hours already. “Oh, shit…”

A snort of laughter came from your newfound companion and Bucky waved you along, “come on… we can keep talking on the way to the mess hall,” He offered as he held out his arm to you, A simple but gentlemanly gesture that left your heart fluttering for a beat.

Without hesitation, your hand wrapped around his arm, your thumb brushing over the soft fabric of his uniform. His grin was bright like the sun as he felt you accept his offer but quickly worked to tamp it down before he let on too much. And like that, hand in arm, you followed his steps side by side to the mess hall.

________________________

Bucky Taglist: @writingmysanity @simpxinnie

Wanna be added to a certain Taglist? DM me to let me know!

#1940s bucky #kinda canon loose #bucky x y/n #bucky fic #bucky imagine #bucky barnes x f!reader #Bucky barnes x Fem!reader #bucky barnes imagine #james bucky barnes #bucky x f!reader #bucky x fem!reader #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader fluff #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader

50 notes · View notes

multi-joong · 2 years ago

Text

You Changed

5 months, 2 weeks, 3 days, and 8 hours since he returned home, but who's counting? His only trip to LA blew up in his face and Hongjoong had no idea how he would ever recover

5 Months, 1 Week ago

Hongjoong stood nervously in front of the hotel and checked the address again. His boyfriend had accepted an internship in LA and he's been going crazy since he left. With a few days from work, he couldn't resist booking a surprise flight to see the love of his life.

He impatiently jabs the elevator button and waits for the doors to open. It was undoubtedly the longest minutes of his life.

A smile lit up his face and he leaned against the wall, looking at the only thing keeping him from happiness, a stupid door with brass numbers. Joong digs his phone from his pocket and dials the familiar number, tapping his toes.

"Hongjoong? Why are you calling? Isn't it late?" his boyfriend asks, answering the phone. The small trace of annoyance wasn't hard to miss. It also wasn't hard to miss the whispers of someone else.

"I-I missed you, Dal. I don't care what time it is," he stated while trying to keep his composure. "Who's there?" A coworker or friend. Must be.

An annoyed scoff sounded on the phone. "Stop being stupid Hongjoong. Who would I have in my room?" The whispers echoed again and then the door slowly opened. Two men, one fully clothed and the other in a towel kiss goodbye before noticing the pair of tearful eyes on them. "J-Joong?"

His phone slides from his hands as the strange man runs off, not sparing a look over his shoulder.

"Come inside so we can talk," Dal says, grabbing Hongjoong's shirt to pull him into the room. "I was planning on telling you when I got home. I'm sorry you had to see this."

Joong pulled his arm away and released his held breath. "Why?" That was all he managed to say. Why would Dal do this to him? What had he done so wrong that he deserved this... again.

"You've changed, Hongjoong," Dal sighs. "I just don't feel like this is working. You-"

"It's not going to work with you fucking someone else," Joong exclaimed, surprising even himself. "I gave you everything! When I had nothing I gave you everything. What part of that didn't work for you?" Angry tears flowed down his cheeks.

As Dal sits on the bed he shakes his head, avoiding looking at the upset man. "I wanted to tell you. It just never felt like the right time."

"Yesterday would have been nice. You know, before I took the flight," Hongjoong seethed through clenched teeth. "An even better time would have been before you took him to bed. Fuck, Dal, come one!" He paced the room and kicked everything in his way. "I gave you everything and you couldn't give me a phone call?"

He raised his hand quickly to silence the man about to speak. "I may have changed, but it's for the best. I hope you're happy now because one day... maybe not soon, maybe days, weeks, months, or years from now... but one day you'll realize you make a mistake and it'll be too late."

As he stopped at the door, Hongjoong turned to the man that broke his heart and snorted a sad laugh. "I'll find someone new and give him everything you never deserved. He will be amazing and love me how I deserve. You're not the end of me."

Present Time

Hongjoong tossed and turned one last time before turning on the light next to his bed. He took his phone and jotted a few notes down that kept him up. With that out of his mind, the only other thing he couldn't seem to forget was one thing. One person. He typed out a text and hoped it wasn't too late at night and he was still awake.

Hey :)

Will you come over for breakfast with me? Dress code: PJs and bedhead.

This is Hongjoong by the way

Did you know that already?

#barista update: 1 #cw: language #barista☕

33 notes · View notes

katiascraft · 2 years ago

Text

BLOG MASTERLIST :)

fluff (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ | smut (｡- .•) | angst (╥﹏╥)

❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀ ❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀ ❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀ ❀𖤣𖥧

FORMULA 1 DRIVERS

🇦🇷made in argentina: the series🏁

Lando's version

Part 1, Part 2

Oscar's version

Part 1

Franco's version

Coming soon!

Summary: reader is argentine and Franco Colapinto's bestie (concept).

---------------------------------------------------------------------

Charles Leclerc

▪︎ STORIES

[“am I too much for you? maybe I’m too much for everyone”] (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

Reader’s perspective. Reader feels insecure but Charles makes sure she knows how important she is to the world (specially his world).

[“you think you won ‘cause you got the man. But honey, you’ll always be a fan”] (╥﹏╥)

Charles has a new girl. And she’s obsessed with you.

“Tender is the night for a broken heart” (╥﹏╥)

You been feeling very sad lately. Your emotional stress is taking you places you didn’t want to back in ever again. And Charles knows it - just wanna make sure you know you are loved despite it all.

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣

Lando Norris

▪︎ STORIES

🖤[“tryna find it as a compliment? Kinda feel it like the opposite”] (╥﹏╥) part 1

Reader and Lando broke up a few months ago. You both assist a mutual friend’s birthday party and Lando has a new girl.

🖤[“so sue me for moving on and doing everything by right. For being something you can’t forget”] (╥﹏╥) part 2

Now reader has a girlfriend and thinks she’s all right. But did she really move on?

🩶["You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues? I died on the altar waiting for the proof"] part 1 (╥﹏╥)

You and Lando have been engaged for a while. You thought you were end game but he didn’t love you anymore.

🩶[“I need to confess. I told you a lie. You weren’t the love of my life”] part 2 (╥﹏╥)

You moved on. But Lando didn’t.

[if you were my boyfriend. And I was your girlfriend. Probably wouldn’t see nobody else] (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

You are just ‘friends’.

“If nothing else gets you though. Then darling, I’ll cry with you” (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

Lando was fighting the championship until the Brazil GP happens. Max wins and Lando pretends it’s not a big deal. But you know, it is.

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣

Franco Colapinto

[but we were something, don’t you think so? and if my wishes came true, it could’ve been you”] angst (╥﹏╥)

You and franco broke out a year agos. You are now Williams Racing social media manager and he’s an F1 driver. Your job just got a bit harder because of him. Is possible a second chance?

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣

Lewis Hamilton

▪︎ STORIES

["Can't believe you've noticed me"] (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

Reader and Leiws are on vacation. One day under the golden hour he decides to sing you a song he wrote for you.

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣

Oscar Piastri

▪︎ STORIES

[“I’ll pay the price I guess”] (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

The world hates you’re dating Oscar.

[“this is how you fall in love”] (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

Oscar is truly, madly, deeply in love with you.

❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀ ❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀ ❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀ ❀𖤣𖥧

Like , reblog & comment if you like! Support your fave writers!

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣

44 notes · View notes

golbrocklovely · 2 years ago

Text

since i have nothing else to post right now…

here’s the last of colby’s tweets from 2020.

i don’t have proof that these are his tweets, but believe me, they are his.

if it’s bold and italicized, it’s someone’s tweet to him.

if it’s in (), that’s just me commenting lol

added bonus: if they have a * next to them, that means it’s been deleted

~~~~~~~~~~

Oct. 1 - love doing things for myself

Oct. 4 - i’m in so much pain. sos

fan: u ok?

poison oak. everywhere …. everywhere.

Oct. 5 - i like the simple things

Oct. 7 - less is more

Oct. 10 - i wanna make you happy

how am i so busy during the day but still manage to find 2 hours to mindlessly scroll through tik tok? i can’t be the only one

Oct. 14 - i care too much

Oct. 15 - somehow it wasn’t enough

Oct. 18 - fan: I CANT BE THE ONLY ONE WHO ALWAYS WONDERED WHAT COLBY SMELLED LIKE..I WANA KNOW WHAT COLOGNE HE WEARS

mayonnaise

(i hate this man so much lmao)

Oct. 19 - Justin Bieber’s new song made me tear up, that dudes been through so much. no one could even imagine what that’s like.. achieving everything and being in the biggest spotlight at such a young age.

Oct. 20 - @/samgolbach: less than 6 months ago i broke my back. and i decided to take that as a challenge to get healthy again. and today i ran the fastest mile i’ve ever run. so yes, i might be an idiot but i’m a determined idiot 🤘🏼🏃🏼

🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼 that’s an insane accomplishment ! i remember when it was a struggle to stand up out of bed

new day, same cycle

Oct. 21 - my mom is texting me all the young pictures of me and it’s bringing me memories i didn’t know i had

Oct. 25 - panic attacks late at night are the worst

Nov. 1 - @/colbybrockscar: reminder that it’s no nut November!!! @/ColbyBrock doesn’t even have to try. He’s got this shit in the bag. It probs comes out like baby powder if he tries

did my car just roast me ?

Nov. 4 - this is scary

cuties! all 3 of you! (reply to fan in merch with friend and cat)

Nov. 6 - @/GracynCarr: I can’t believe the audacity of a high school tweet to pop up on my timeline lmao.. miss u tho @/ColbyBrock :)

hope you're well xx

Nov. 8 - so much talent thank youu love (reply to fan's art)

fan: Um. So I tweeted this to you before but alot has also changed since then sooo wanted to say thank you 🖤 🖤 @/ColbyBrock

proud of you, and good luck with your dreams darlin 🖤 you can accomplish anything with the right mindset and hard work. i believe in ya

time flies, and i’m so scared of losing my youth. it’s inevitable i know, but damn makes you wanna cherish every moment you got

Nov. 11 - i hate when nothing is wrong but nothing feels right

Nov. 12 - the person who makes you forget about the rest of the world

Nov. 13 - today marks 6 years since we posted our first YT video on the MAIN S&C account .. 🖤 what a wild ride

Nov. 14 - promise you i’m a good waste of time

Nov. 15 - @/katstuartmusic: “sunday is my funday” - colby brock 2020

🥂💁🏻‍♂️💁🏻‍♂️

fan: Colby u get drunk off of one white claw

fight me

other fan: my money is on mags

round house kicks to the face don’t feel too good

(is it bad that i like when colby gets weirdly violent with us sksksks)

Nov. 16 - the Why Dont We dudes are some of the nicest people in LA

*Nov. 17 - @/gabytriana: It’s out! Sam and Colby were so much fun to work with, and despite what Colby said, I did not hate him when we first met! 😆 Both he and Sam are super kind, smart, generous entertainers who know how to tell a good story! I love them both!! Happy Book Birthday, @/samandcolby

hahaha thank youu so much for all the hard work ! so excited it’s finally here

(interestingly enough, colby didn't delete his tweet… gaby did)

Nov. 19 - went to a Pyschic Reader tonight. my mind is blown. im not a skeptic anymore, video coming tomorrow

fan: Get ready for religious people to freak out

the psychic i talked to was religious, i’m not sure how but i think the two concepts can exist at the same time

Nov. 21 - hard to trust

fan: @/ColbyBrock hey, i love u lots

love you 🖤

Nov. 23 - fan: imagine if @/ColbyBrock responded to this

could you imagine

Nov. 24 - fan: lmao okay so my friend put this together when I FINALLY received Colby's reaper merch yesterday and I had to laugh, I am actually stupid. But I thought it was a lil funny so y'all can see it too then xx

hahahha love it. thank you. you’re not a sack of potatoes in my eyes

Nov. 27 - happy b day @/SamGolbach you know this and imma save the sappy shit for your big 25th bday but i wouldn’t be here without you. you’re the most intelligent, deep thinking dude i’ve ever met and i feel pretty damn lucky to be able to call you a business partner AND best friend

Nov. 28 - take it easy

Nov. 30 - should i hop back on tik tok?

Dec. 2 - @/aaron_doh: At least I got a photo shoot out of it 😄

whaaat. dude i wish you a speedy recovery

Dec. 3 - it’s hard to move on

Dec. 5 - a nice escape is all i need

welp. i guess i’m a lightweight

Dec. 9 - miss you

Dec. 14 - all the baggage that comes with me

Dec. 15 - been workin hard for you , announcement tomorrow

fan: omg are you pregaganant

how'd you know

@/samandcolby: announcement tomorrow… 2021 will be the best year of our lives (and probably most difficult)

fan: are we getting married?? is that why?

yes

i hate how having anxiety makes me nauseous. it’s the worst feeling

Dec. 16 - it’s all about living in the moment and making every. second. count.

fan: yeah @/ColbyBrock how much are you charging for tattoos…

free for you

Dec. 18 - big tool pic but i’ve been workin hard

@/mannymua733: we absolutely do not mind

hahahaha

(god damn… this pic is still so good lol)

also cold weather always makes me want a special someone to spend time with. cuddle buddy is neeeeeded

fan: okay but can we just take a second to appreciate how hard colby’s been working in the gym because dayum

thank you sweeeetheart

fan: HELP COLBY IS TRENDING

yoo i love you guys 🥺

Dec. 20 - got tatted last night and i barely remember

how i feel this morning (pic of him floating)

fan: you’ve seen elf on the shelf… but have you seen cole in a hole? (@/ColbyBrock)

i’m mad i laughed at this

Dec. 23 - why’d ya have to change on me

so bittersweet saying goodbye to my childhood home of 18 years… i’ll only be back to kansas to visit and sleep in hotels from now on. strange feeling, but so happy for my mom and dad for taking a chance and moving

it’s like i don’t have a real “home” anymore. since i move so much anyways it’s hard to find a spot to actually call home

fan: i just want to say that colby has helped me through so much this year. i had a tough year as many others did but you’ve seriously have helped me through so much. i love you so so much @/ColbyBrock

awh that’s why i make videos in the first place. for people like you

Dec. 24 - addicted to you

my mom and i are the weirdest duo on the planet when we’re together i swear

fan: Make a video with her for Christmas

my whole family despises being on camera 💔

Dec. 25 - fan: momma brock is the sweetest ever

she’s my favorite woman in the world

Merry Christmas friends ! 🖤

i wish i could have face tats for like one week but it doesn’t really work like that huh

Dec. 26 - everyone’s battling their own demons

Dec. 28 - fan: Colby drinking wine but he's such a lightweight that he's probably drunk, lmao @/ColbyBrock

🤫🤫🤫

fan: the vibes are fucking ethereal i’m guessing @/ColbyBrock

you got it

#colby brock #cb tweets #personal #text

16 notes · View notes

ectonurites · 2 years ago

Text

sad rambling don't mind me

The passage of time just doesn’t feel real, man. Alaska would have turned 24 today. The last time I can distinctly remember seeing her alive she was newly 15.

It’s just this weird thing of like, yeah, I don’t think about it all the time anymore, not the way I did when it was really recent, but little things do still remind me of her. I can’t believe how close it’s getting to a decade since she's been gone.

It came up when Emme and I were talking about her a few weeks ago, but at the time she felt so grown up to us. I was a year older than her, but back then she managed to feel so mature regardless. She would nerd out with us (The last time we actually hung out was at the con the college in our town used to hold), but she also did all these grown-up things with people we didn't know—she'd tell us stories about it all though, she just seemed so cool. But god, she was a kid. A kid! Just a kid. She was 15. She was a kid. We all were kids.

So much of high school is honestly just a blur when I think back to it now, but things related to this are so distinct it's kinda scary.

Like, it’s been nearly 9 years! But I can still remember the exact seat in Jenny’s 1st period mechanical physics class I was sitting in when that first announcement about her attempt and coma went out over the loud speaker, it didn’t use her name or anything but just alerted everyone at the school that this had happened to a student. I already knew, I'd known for a few days, and I knew the announcement was probably going to happen that day, so it wasn’t a surprise. Our other friend got to stay home, but I had too many absences so my mom wouldn’t let me. I was in a class of mostly upperclassmen (only three of us were in my grade, nobody in Alaska's), and no one else in the room knew her or at least seemed to know this was about her, it was just whispers and speculation and I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. I broke down in tears in front of my math teacher the following period when he asked me about the homework I hadn't done and in hindsight it was almost kinda funny, because he just did not know what to do.

I remember sitting at Lily's house on the couch with her and Emme—having a sleepover to work on cosplay because that's what we did back then—when Lily's mom came home in the middle of the night and we knew something was wrong. And we got told the news that she'd passed a few hours earlier.

I remember on the first birthday after she passed, Emme and I went to the park across the street from the high school to let go of balloons. It had snowed recently, but we wanted to be in the center of the park, because otherwise they'd get stuck in the trees, so we trekked our way out there and laid on our jackets in the freezing cold and laughed and talked and cried.

I don’t know. I don’t know where I'm going with any of this, or what I’m trying to say. It's just like, time is supposed to make these things feel easier, and in a way I guess it does, but my brain just gets so focused on dates and anniversaries so every year when this day and the day she died roll around I still get hit with so much all at once.

(the anniversary of the day she died was particularly rough this past year because it was the same day Stranger Things Vol. 2 dropped and I went to a watch party thinking 'oh cool it'll be fun to watch this thing I like with my friends as a distraction' and promptly got punched in the fucking gut by what happened with Max, the hospital scene towards the end sent me spiraling for hours)

Anyways.

Happy Birthday, Alaska. I met you on a Tuesday afternoon in late August at the park I roller skate at now, two days after me and my mom finally called the cops on my dad and everything in my life changed. You were the first new friend I made after all that. I didn't get to know you for a long time, but you’re still on my mind even after all these years. I miss you. Happy Birthday.

#tw for irl death

18 notes · View notes

skzhua · 2 years ago

Text

Best summer ever (Yang Jeongin x Reader) Part 2

Genre: Fluff, angst.

Warnings: None.

Words: 1,954

Summary: After the end of her long term relationship with Han Jisung, Y/N finds comfort in her coworker Yang Jeongin.

A/N: I think I messed up the timeline ...

Masterlist

Running through the aisles looking tor that one product the customer wanted, I took my phone out and called Jeongin immediately. It was the first time during my shift that I somehow had a break and I was about to breakdown if I didn't complain about the shitty night I was having. Fast pace and running my hand through my fingers, I finally heard Jeongin's voice through my phone.

"This is one of the worst shifts I've had in a while. I have a new cashier at the only cash register opened, my packer guy is struggling to learn how to do his tasks so I have to close the store and his department, and there are a shit ton of customers... I will literally get out of here an hour late" I ranted, almost feeling the tears building up in my eyes.

"Wow, okay..." was all that Jeongin could answer.

"It's fine, I'll manage I think" I fake-laughed.

"No, do you want me to come and help you? I can be there in about 15 minutes"

"What?" I said with confusion. "You worked from 7 to 4 already this morning and you want to come back?" I huffed.

"Y/N, I don't have plans tonight and I owe it to you, you've done my training and came to see me at work even when you were not scheduled for the day. It's the least I can do" he said softly.

"I promise I'm fine, you don't have to come" I insisted.

"Alright. See you in a bit, then!" he cheerfully said before hanging up.

I looked at the screen in disbelief, barely having any time to process what happened before the customer came back to me asking about his damn product.

About 20 minutes later, I hear someone come in the backstore as I was setting up the temperature for the freezers.

"I could start by putting the chickens in the fridge and bring the potatoes in the back" Jeongin says, not bothering to say hi.

"You're so stubborn" I sighed. "Fine, you can do that. After I'd need you to help out the new girl at the cash register, she has no idea how to count the inventory"

"On it" he smiled with his eyes before leaving.

The night passed by quickly and I was almost done with closing the store. Thanking Jeongin for the hundredth time, he kept insisting he owed it to me. He counted the money while I was printing out the reports of our sales. Once we were done, I had too much stuff to bring in the safe and he could see how much I was struggling.

"Do you want me to carry something?" he laughed.

"Please" I pleaded shyly.

"Oh" the new girl said. "You two in the safe alone, uh?" she winked.

Jeongin became red and I could see the panic in his eyes. I dismissed the girl's remark as we left to finish.

Once we were finally outside, it was just the two of us now.

"I feel like now I owe it to you" I laughed.

"Again, you don't" he smiled before we looked towards the parking lot in a comfortable silence.

"I still can't believe this was my last shift" I broke the silence.

"Right? I still have a week before I leave too. And school starts tomorrow" he complained. "It was a good summer, though. If it wasn't for you or Hyunjin, I would have left already"

"Right, you start your semester before me" I laughed. "But it was fun, indeed. I would have also left a long time ago if you didn't work here" I said and he answered with a small smile. I paused a minute and then reality hit me. "I suppose this is it?"

"What do you mean?"

"You told me you were working here only for the summer and we won't go to the same school"

"Facts" he said, still unsure to where I was going with this.

"Meaning there is no reason for us to talk to each other anymore"

"Oh... right" he nodded his head slowly. "I mean, I guess if we stop talking and don't plan things together we will stop being friends. Though, I told you already you were the only one I felt like I would keep contact afterwards"

I smiled and we said our goodbyes before heading back home.

The summer kept going, it had become a daily thing that Jeongin and I were exchanging messages complaining about our job. To be honest, it was most likely the only thing keeping me sane in the toxic environment. I loved my job and my coworkers, but the pressure I was under was too much to bear with. I had to leave. I wasn't the only one quitting, Jeongin planning to leave at the beginning of the school year was another reason to why I wanted to quit as well. Hyunjin was more than happy to tag along and Chan, who barely worked during the summer, also didn't want to continue working there. Overall, it was a good timing for everyone. One by one, we submitted our resignation letter to our boss. She was quite troubled by this, but we couldn't care less.

Our last shifts were the best, we joked around all day, not caring about the rules anymore and I never felt this close to Jeongin before. Our nights of venting paid off as we had so many moments to remind ourselves of.

"Remember when Chan had to take each item back in the aisles because the man didn't have the money to pay for it?" I laughed.

"Yes, damn he was so mad about it" he laughed as well. "I never thought I'd say this but I'll actually miss this place. Not the bosses, just the vibe and you guys"

"Me too... two whole years of my life that I'm about to leave behind" I sighed feeling nostalgic already. "I suppose this is a goodbye, then?" I shrugged while being slightly sad, but Jeongin just gave me a weird look.

"You're kidding, right?" he huffed.

"What do you mean?"

"Dude, we've been talking almost every day, I bet we're even gonna text tonight" he spat out.

"I mean, fair enough, but it's the last time we'll say bye as coworkers"

"You're so dumb" he laughed as he punched out and waved at me before walking out of the store.

~ A week later ~

My alarm went off for the third time already and I wanted nothing more but to sleep in today. I could have done so and skipped my only class of the day, but Jeongin and I were supposed to meet up afterwards. I forced myself out of bed and prepared my things quickly before leaving the house. As I checked the bus schedule, I quickly realized I was running late.

I sent a quick text to my classmate, Changbin, informing him of the delay and asking him to save me a seat in class. Once I got there, he was already sitting with Seungmin, laughing at whatever they were watching on their phone. Seungmin noticed me and waved at me before motioning to the seat in front of them. I sat down and turned to Changbin.

"I'd say it's a miracle I got here early, I was certain I'd be late" I said.

"Yeah, well the teacher forgot to print out our tests, so he left to do just that" Changbin shrugged.

"Shit, I forgot about the test..." I sighed as I buried my face into my hands.

"Yeah, well at least tonight you'll forget about it if it doesn't go well"

"What do you mean?" I shot my head up.

"The bar... remember? It was your idea" Seungmin chuckled.

"Oh shit, no... Sorry guys, but I won't make it tonight. I made plans with Innie"

The boys exchanged a look and were quick to bombard me with questions. I have mentioned Jeongin to them before, but ever since I broke up with Jisung, they have been teasing me about the younger man non-stop.

"It's only going to eat at a cheap restaurant and walking around, nothing extravagant" I rolled my eyes.

"Right, say whatever you want. We know better" Seungmin gave me a knowing look.

"I'll allow you bailing on us this one time, but you better come next time." Changbin threatened.

I nodded rapidly in response. Soon later, the teacher came back with his copies of the test. This was going to be great...

~Later that night~

Jeongin tried to steal my phone once again while we were crossing the busy road of the city. I tried my best to keep it out of his reach while seeing almost nothing since it was close to midnight already.

"I swear, I'm not lost!" I shouted.

"We've been walking around the same block for 20 minutes now" he cried out, trying once more to get my phone.

"I promise, we're good!" I insisted.

We walked some more and finally reached the train station. We checked the schedule and realized we would have to wait a good forty minutes before the next train was coming. We sat down near the closed convenience store nearby and started to talk about everything and nothing. After a while, the subject of work came up, as usual.

"I can't believe you tricked Chan into thinking the boss said you are the best employee" he laughed.

"I mean, am I wrong though?"

"Yes." he plainly answered and I gasped at his hurtful words. "I'm serious, though. You would always be talking with us after you finished your shifts and would cause some chaos because of your fights with Jisung"

I paused at his statement. Even if he was right, I didn't think Jisung and I were that bad. "He's out of the picture now.." I mumbled.

"I know, sorry. I was just trying to make a point, I didn't think before speaking"

"No, it's okay. I stopped loving him a while ago, it doesn't hurt anymore"

He gave me a look, not convinced. "Are you sure?"

"Yes! I like someone else anyway." I blurted out.

His eyes widened at my words. "Who is it? Oh my god, don't tell me it's Chan? Wait, do I even know them?"

"Relax" you chuckled. "I won't tell you, but I can confirm it's not Chan. It could never be him, he's too annoying at work for me to even think about him in that way"

"True.." he sighed, disappointed he didn't get an answer.

Not long after, the train finally arrived. We boarded it and the ride was silent as the both of us were tired. I was starting to doze off when I felt something poking me on my shoulder. I opened my eyes and saw Jeongin's infamous eye smile.

"My stop is here. I believe yours is the next one?" he whispered and I nodded tiredly. "Okay, I'll see you at work tomorrow, then. Try to sleep well tonight."

I gave him a small smile before he stood up to leave. It was the least he could do, care for my well-being, but I couldn't help but feel touched by his words. It was at this moment that I realized that Seungmin and Changbin might be right. Maybe I did like him. A lot.

taglist : @lenilla15

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids jeongin #stray kids i.n #yang jeongin #yang jeongin x reader #i.n x reader

9 notes · View notes