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realcube · 4 years ago

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haikyuu!! boys with a s/o that becomes clingy/affectionate while drunk

characters: kyōtani, kenma, iwaizumi, matsukawa and bokuto

thank you anon for this marvellous request mwah

ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP!

tw// drinking, suggestive themes, sexual references, swearing

Kentarō Kyōtani

kyōtani was used to having a cool, laid-back s/o who was just as awkward about physical touch as he was

i mean, that’s kinda a part of the reason he liked you so much - so y’all could get over your awkwardness together

so imagine his surprise when his usually level-headed, calm s/o came stumbling out of the club, a blubbering mess and threw themselves into his arms, wailing something about a maths test

THE AMOUNT OF EMOTIONS THAT FLOODED HIS MIND IN THAT ONE MOMENT OMFG ADFGHJKL

he was like ‘omg why are they touching me? i kinda like it- wait are they crying? tf? i ain’t ever seen them cry before- should i help them? lord everyone is looking at us now. so what the fuck do i do- AYE DON’T TOUCH ME THERE’

so he had no choice but to dip with you flung over his shoulder lol

he took you back to your shared apartment and forced you to drink some water and instead of ordering a take-out, he just gave you his leftover burrito which he took to the club smh

it was probably cold

but that was the best he could think of at the time bc he simply needed to shut you up with food bc the alcohol in your system was causing you to become especially touchy, hence resulting in kyōtani getting especially aroused

but the last thing he’d do is fuck you while you’re drunk and i firmly believe that despite the fact kyōtani is a bit of a lout - he still has like a basic moral compass

but i mean if you kept being so damn suggestive then it was gonna be a lot harder for him to resist his urges

you were rubbing him up and shit, calling him every pet name in the book so ofc he just stuck a burrito in your mouth and went ‘stfu 😡’

the painful part was that he was silently enjoying it too (┬��﹏┬┬)

(though, he was red from blushing lol, not anger)

and he wasn’t used to it either so obviously he was gonna get flustered, i mean, everything was happening all at once

oh and you told him ‘i love you’ and he literally combusted like lord have mercy on this man

just that morning you were calling him your ‘annoying rat boyfriend’ (jokingly, ofc) and now you love him?-

that wasn’t the first time you told him that you loved him but he was still blushing none the less

and he stammered out a ‘love you too’ PRAYING that you wouldn’t remember any of this the following day

anyway, he cuddled you to sleep and railed you as soon as you sobered up - the end ❤

Kenma Kozume

pov: you’re kenma happily being a wallflower in the club then your s/o approaches you, demanding for you to fuck them

- ok, end of POV -

anyway, your speech was slurred so kenma wasn’t really sure if that was what you were asking him to do but if it was, he would’ve happily obliged if it wasn’t for the fact you were clearly drunk

mans was blushing though

bc y’all hardly ever do it but now - all of a sudden - you were tightly wrapped around him, garbling erotic threats into his ear

kenma was worried at first but you were like..really weak

so it wasn’t hard to get you off his torso, usher you out of the club and grip your hand as he ordered a taxi

also kenma had read enough wattpad fanfictions to know how to deal with someone while they’re drunk

but none of those fanfictions ever mentioned a single thing about how to deal with yourself while your partner is drunk

like seriously..he was in pain

both from the throbbing erection he had and the aching embarrassment he felt - both stemming from the fact you tried to give him a lap dance in taxi ✋ please oml

anyway, he took you back to his apartment and insisted that you have a few slices of the left-over pizza in the fridge along with a glass of water

after you changed into your pyjamas, you had clearly sobered up slightly as you could now compose coherent sentences

but that wasn’t any better for him bc now you were draped over him, whimpering into his ear about how much you love him

‘i’m so lucky to have you, kenma. i love you so much. you remind me of my first cat - you’re such a cat- i mean, blessing..you’re such a blessing.’

ngl, at that point he would be at a loss for words, just deciding to hug you until you fall asleep

like he finds it so cute that you’re finally opening up to him about how you feel as you’re usually quite composed and restrained

but also- what does he do now?

you eventually fell asleep in his arms and the next day, you woke up to kenma having made breakfast and telling you how much he adores you which was..confusing, to say the least

he told you about how you acted when you were drunk and to say you were embarrassed would be an understatement

also, he’ll tease you about it for the rest of your life ;)

Hajime Iwaizumi

literally all you had to do was send him a text like ‘iwa...,,.,...ily so mycj ❤’’ and he’s already waiting in the line to get into the club lol

he marches in there, finds you, grabs your hand and drags you home

let’s hope that your friends know what iwaizumi looks like so they don’t have to just watch a random guy haul you out the club-

and tries to act all like angry iwaizumi >:( but when you are trailing behind him, muttering about how amazing he is, he becomes more like angy iwa grrr (* ￣︿￣)

by that, i mean that angry iwaizumi would bring you home and lecture on how irresponsible it is to get so intoxicated

but angy iwa just takes care of you but with a disapproving scowl

and angry iwaizumi would make nasty, bitchy remarks about how inappropriate your outfit is

while angy iwa would be like ‘babe, your outfit is lovely but maybe wear something different next time, idk....’

either way, he takes good care of you

he makes sure you eat (and he cooks good food btw - he doesn’t make you eat leftovers lmao)

he lets you change into more comfortable clothes

he ensures that you don’t die in the shower

and he forces you to go to bed

but all of that is rather difficult when you’re clinging to him like your life depends on it, raving on about how sweet of a boyfriend he is and covering his face sloppy kisses

his original plan was to go train some more in his gym (yes, there is a gym in y’alls house-) but when you were peppering his cheek in kisses, begging him to stay with you for whatever reason, of course he didn’t have the balls to leave

so he ended up laying like a log in bed as you cuddled up to him like koala, resting your head in his chest and allowing him to run his hand through your hair as you slept

in that moment - as he stared down at your tranquil figure - he realised how grateful he was for moments like these, as he finally got see a side of you that he knew you’d almost never exhibit when you’re sober

like yeah, you often tell him how much you love him but he can always tell that it’s as if you’re setting aside your pride to say such a thing but now, you’re gushing on about it with the most genuine look in your eyes, he can tell that you’re being completely sincere

and to say that he adores it would be an understatement

so yeah, you were kind of a pain while drunk but you were also the most adorable thing that iwaizumi had ever laid his eyes on (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

Issei Matsukawa

ok so the only reason matsukawa wasn’t getting drunk with you was bc the first time y’all got drunk together he got fined for public indecency and you got done for public intoxication

so you decided that it was best (for your wallets) if you took turns getting tipsy

emphasis on ‘tipsy’ bc you both went to the bar together (along with a few friends) and you promised matsukawa that you’d only have a few drinks

so please explain to him why he is now having to carry you bridal style out of the bar because you are too hammered to walk properly

and he was kinda grumpy bc he had to leave his friends mid-conversation bc not only were you pestering him but also, the erotic things you were whispering in his ear caused him to get a boner

and he was getting weird looks from people as he carried you home but that was the least of his problems tbh- he didn’t even notice lol

the biggest issue on his mind rn was the fact that you made him hard yet you can’t help him bc you’re drunk smh

like he was tempted at first bc you seemed down to do it but he quickly came back to reality and realised how morally incorrect that’d be

so he was mumbling curses the whole way home just to tune you out bc if he paid any more attention to the racy promises you were muttering in his ear- he’d explode

he’s alright at taking care of you like he isn’t iwaizumi’s level of caring but he’s a close second, i mean he’s gotten drunk plenty of times so he knows the basics

he was like ‘drink water idk lol ’

anyway, once he handled himself he wasn’t too fazed by your lustful advances

and he was so smug about it too deadass like ‘keep talkin’ me up, (y/n), you ain’t getting shit until you’re sober.’

smh ANYWAY he thinks you’re so charming when you’re like lovey-dovey drunk but SO annoying when you’re horny drunk bc like- he can’t get some (T_T)

Kōtarō Bokuto

best for last 👌

ok anyway he’s an athlete and he doesn’t need alcohol to have a good time- he’s forever drunk tbh- drunk on life :)

so while you’re getting hammered with your pals, he’s doing stupid shit while sober lol

once you both rendezvous outside the club to head home and you’re absolutely steamin- he’s just like ‘hi, babe! how’s your night been?’

SO OBLIVIOUS OML

anyway, he drives back to y’alls house and since you’re fatigued at first, you spent 90% of the car ride sleeping

but when you get home, more awake, you’re all up on him

but you’re not like sensual drunk- more like..emotional drunk but with love 🥺

so basically you are sobbing into his chest about whatever and bc he is an such empath he will start crying too, or at least get a bit emotional

you could say something like, ‘omg, bo. i hardly get to see you because you’re at work so often- i wish i could spend more time with you. i miss you so much’ ╯︿╰

and he would deadass reply whole-heartedly while weeping into your shoulder, ‘I’M QUITTING VOLLEYBALL, (Y/N)!!’

(ok, so maybe he was a bit tipsy too- but like..definitely not has drunk as you)

he has no idea where to start when it comes to taking care of you but he tries (´◡` ‘)

at the very least, he ensures that you don’t having any more alcohol and that you don’t die somehow

he’s v overprotective though

you could be getting a fork to eat your instant-noodles with and he’ll be like

‘apologies ✋ but i cannot allow you to handle such a dangerous weapon while intoxicated. maybe eat with a spoon instead, idk.’ /h

other than that, he just cuddles you to sleep and deals with you in your badly hungover state the next day

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uneryx · 4 years ago

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A story + some advice

Once upon a time, back in 2009, I was “cancelled”.

We didn’t call it that, back then, but basically, after making a shitty, sanctimonious post, nearly every online friend I had made told me to go fuck myself and stopped talking to me. [below the cut - the story, plus some advice to the TDP fandom about toxic fans, consequences, and bad fan behavior from someone who has both been both accuser and defendant. This isn’t a Pity Me post, btw, just me trying to neutrally describe a Bad Time and draw comparisons to an ongoing situation to express both sympathy and clearly state that sometimes consequences are deserved.]

Oh, I had my reasons for the post I made. I was living with my parents, and they had discovered my secret livejournal. After several hours of screaming matches I was given the ultimatum - quit livejournal and LJRP forever, or move out with nothing but my car, my clothes, and the $60 I had in the bank. I chose not being homeless.

As part of this, I was allowed to make one final LJ post - a goodbye, telling people where I was, a (heavily edited) version of what happened and a plea to all my LJ friends to consider that they too might be “addicted to the internet” and they should “save themselves”. It was self-righteous and unwelcome, and my mother had no compunctions showing me the comments telling me to kill myself, get fucked, etc. It was devastating, and I spent the end of 2009 and the beginning of 2010 completely socially isolated, with no one but my parents for friendship. Needless to say, it blew. Some of those friendships came back, either because those friends had the patience and kindness to understand my situation/hadn’t taken it so personally, or because after years (and I do mean literal years, like... 5+ years), mutual forgiveness happened. But not all of them. There are people who I spoke with daily who i haven’t spoken to in 12 years and I wonder what they’re up to now. Good things, I hope. I wish them nothing but success and happiness. But I had been an asshole and made a post that hurt people, and promptly been shown the door. And I don’t expect anyone to forgive me for being an asshole, even if my own circumstances were pretty dire. I made the choices that I did, and live with the consequences of those choices. That’s... just being an adult. Now. Lets talk about TDP and a certain she who will not be named. Miss thing has said and done some things that are high on my bad-fan-behavior list. She’s tagged the official account in a plea to have them mediate her fandom drama. She posted a suicide threat in the main fandom hashtag, without any warnings or tw tags, just right there for any and everyone to see. She’s made some pretty harsh accusations of other fans of bullying, harassment and death threats, but has produced no receipts or proof, which - in this day and age - is pretty important when making such a serious allegation - meaning I have to assume she’s making it up. She’s defended JKR and said that calling ol’ Joanne a TERF is unwarranted, claimed that “biological gender” can’t be ignored, whined about “liberal privilege,” and claimed that white people experience racism too because there isn’t enough “Tuscan rep.” (girl, what? Tuscany? I guarandamntee you more white people know what Tuscan culture looks like than Fillipino or Indigenous culture, what the hell.) She asks her followers to brigade and harass other fans as well as the people she’s accused, and blows things out of proportion... and then has had repeated histrionic meltdowns in the main fandom hashtag, the public square of fandom, over one of these big name fans allegedly getting other fans to block her (still, no receipts). I feel like I shouldn’t have to say this, but the claims she’s making are not true. If you know the ppl in question and follow them for any length of time, that is not the people who they are and they would never. Furthermore, trying to get Wonderstorm involved like they’re the fan police is, as i have said in my most popular post this week, bad. It’s bad. It’s bad fan behavior and being called out for it is deserved. So why am I telling you my sob story and then whipping around to talk about a similar story? Because I deserved being cancelled. I said something shitty - even if my circumstances were understandable and sympathetic! But what I did with that is attacked and harmed other people. Attacking and harming others and making your drama and mental health public is toxic. People have a right to call you out, block you, and stop interacting with you if your behavior is harmful to them and the people they care about. It’s not harassment, its not bullying. It’s fucking consequences for being someone people don’t want to be around. I get it, I really do. It SUCKS. But sometimes you have to grow up and realize that when you hurt people, they might hurt you back. Nobody in fandom wants to be around someone who is constantly making drama their problem. And nobody in fandom should have to deal with that.

I want miss missy to take it out of the fandom. She keeps threatening to leave tumblr and honestly I wish she would? At least until she’s grown, matured and learned how to handle her mental health in a productive way that doesn’t drag everyone, of all ages, into the fray. As it is right now she’s just making herself and everyone else miserable. Redemption isn’t something magically granted because one has apologized - it must be earned by a good faith demonstration of change. Not a performative change, but TRUE change. Until then, well... Sometimes you gotta cut your losses and leave. If you’re young and riled and feeling like the big mean fandom BNFs are harassing this poor poor mentally ill queer woman? Consider, perhaps, that she isn’t the only mentally ill queer woman in the fandom (hi!), and that when people call her out for toxic behavior it’s not bullying, but consequences. (BTW, madam, if you’re reading this: I didn’t block you because anyone told me to - in fact, i was told by certain parties NOT to block you. I blocked you because I don’t want you looking at my posts and thinking you can use my platform to give your self-aggrandizing pity party legitimacy like you absolutely did whenever I blogged about forgiveness, fan culture or positivity. These posts are not for you. Nice to see you didn’t respect my boundaries and are looking at this logged out, too.)

#fandom drama #long post #boy I am mad today #get out of the fucking hashtags girl #and stop trying to manipulate people into sympathy by being a damn liar

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sinner-as-saint · 5 years ago

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Okay but hc on Cherry!Mob!Seb fucking reader up after catching her on another man in the club- feed me this content, I beg (love you btw)

Cherry p1

Hmm, interesting because someone else also requested a part 2 to Cherry.

Mkay, here we go...

The mob boss would often go out of town for a couple of days

But then he always came back to you, for you rather

But this time, it had been 2 whole weeks and there was still no sign of him

You were a little worried at first, given the nature of his job.

But then the worry turned into annoyance and finally anger by the end of the second week.

He was clearly fine and well, probably having the time of his life with other women

So sulking over his departure was a waste of time.

You taught yourself to move on.

Sure, without his huge amounts of money, you earned much less every day

But it was still better than nothing

You had gained new clients, a couple of regulars too

One night, you were doing what you do best; performing for a very loaded man who showered you with money bills

The man even gave you his gold chain at some point; with his initials on it

Good thing you weren't wearing the collar given by Sebastian

And speaking of the devil...

Once you threw a quick glance around the dark room; you saw him immediately

Surrounded by his guards, hands in his pockets, dressed in a dark suit

Sebastian

His blue eyes glared at you

And just to fuel his very visible anger and discomfort, you moved even sinfully across the man's lap

Your scandalous outfit was perfect as well.

It showed just enough of your body to grab anyone's attention

And your actions clearly angered the mob boss even more

He knew you saw him, so all he did was point towards the private rooms and walked into that section of the club

He knew that sooner or later, you'd follow and join him eventually

And you did, after purposely keeping him waiting for quite a while

"Oh look who's here. What happened, you lost your way?" you sassed.

He kept quiet as he sipped on his liquor; sat on the dark red couch like it was his throne.

He studied your appearance

Your white lacy lingerie

Your excuse of a see-through cover up

Your slightly smudged dark lipstick

The golden chain around your neck, replacing the very expensive diamond collar he had given you a while ago; with his last name on it

But the thing he hated the most, was the bundle of cash tucked into the waistband of your thong

And you were disrespectful enough to show it off

He clenched his jaw as his eyes roamed your body

He had missed you

And he even hurried his way back, eager to find you and have you on his lap while he finally touched you and told you about the time he'd been gone

But no

He return to find that his girl defied him.

"Come here" he simply said, authority dripping from his words

You approached him, thinking he would just be a bitch about what he saw earlier but then he would finally give in

But no

Oh no

The mob boss was furious

He pulled you into his lap and gripped your jaw

"Get your hands off me!" you slapped his hand away

But he placed them back, gripping your face harder this time; it hurt just a little

"Why are you being like this? What the fuck were you doing just now, outside?"

You almost laughed

"My fucking job! Now go get fucked somewhere else!" you were mad too, but under your anger was hidden hurt

You could've sworn you heard him growl the moment you tried get off his lap

Ans within a second he had you pinned down on the couch

He held you by the throat gently

"You will not disrespect me like that, babygirl" he dared to move

You chuckled

"Or what huh? I have nothing to lose, Sebastian. I'm just a whore to you anyways." you sounded as though you were questioning his power

And he hated that, amongst others things

"Just a whore huh? Well, let me show you how I treat one," he'd whisper before going absolutely crazy

He'd tear off your lingerie in less than a few seconds

And you'd let him

You had missed him too, truth is you'd take whatever he'd give you

But he did go a little over the limit

I'm thinking Sebastian would just not care

He'd be degrading

To a point where it hurt

"I was stupid to even give you my attention! Should've left you out there, to be used like a whore"

He spoke while he separated your legs and settled in between them

He was quick to push himself in you, not even bothering about your whimpers

"I was stupid to put you on a fucking pedestal and call you mine. But I leave for a couple days and you get back to where you truly belong. Guess whores never learn, huh?"

He wanted to push your limits; physically and mentally.

He knew his words hurt, but he wanted you to feel how he felt when he walked in to find you on someone else's lap

You whimpered as he filled you up, he didn't give you time to adjust to his size; he just started rocking his hips against yours

You moaned at how good he felt, but then he quickened his pace

He was relentless

"You'll do anything for money, huh? Tell me, did he fuck you like this as well? Did you let him?"

He asked as he merciless pounded into you, pinning your wrists above your head

He grabbed the golden you wore and yanked it off your head, throwing it somewhere on the ground.

You moaned out loud, struggling to keep your eyes open as it started to water

You weren't sure if it was out of pleasure or because of his choice of words

At some point, he'd pull out, turn you around, pull your hips up before pushing into you again from the back

You'd whimper at the intensity of his thrust

"Aww, what is it? You can't take my cock? But isn't that what whores do? Fucking shut up and take it then!"

He'd keep going

You'd cry out his name as the pressure would built in between your legs

"You asked for this, well then fucking take it! What else is a whore good for, huh?"

You felt the tears fall, at the same time your body betrayed you and you came all over his cock.

He grunted as he felt your walls clench around him, milking him perfectly as he came right after you did

Sebastian pulled out and pulled your naked body onto his lap

You had missed his warmth so you instantly clinged to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pushing your face into his neck

You let the tears fall, and sniffled at they did

Sebastian's heart broke

He had been rougher than usual, and rude... He knew that

Sure, he had been angry and rude but he was the only safe place you knew. Or had.

He regretted everything he told you

He was ashamed aa he stroked your bare back gently

"Baby?"

You didn't respond, instead you sniffled again

"Baby, I'm so sorry" he spoke again, his voice a stark contrast to what it was just a minute ago

"You're mean" you finally spoke, voice strained and tired

You sobbed softly, still holding him tightly.

His heart broke a little more. Once he was done, you could've easily left, but you didn't

You stayed because you had no one else, and you needed to be held and taken care of.

"I'm sorry baby, i know i was rude and bad. But it's only because i thought you wouldn't be mine ever again. And I couldn't live with that" he explained.

You sniffled again.

"Still. You were so mean" you spoke, pulling away to look at him with tears in your eyes.

He wiped your tears away and pulled you into him

"I'll make it up to you, I promise. Will you please forgive me, baby"

"No" you simply said, avoiding his blue eyes.

He sighed, knowing you'd come around.

He put his suit jacket around you and carried you out of the club through the back door and into his car.

He sat you down gently and drove as fast as he could.

The silence was heavy, but not unpleasant

"I didn't wanna do it" you said, leaning against the window

He was confused

"Do what?" he asked

You wiped some more tears away and took a deep breath.

"I didn't want to perform for the man. But I'm running out of money, and I have to pay this month's rent or my landlord will kick me out."

You finally confessed

"You could've just told me that, Y/N" he said, sounding more caring than you wanted him to.

You almost chuckled through the pain

"You were gone for a week, Sebastian. Besides, that's my problem, not yours." you made it clear.

But he didn't like that.

He stopped the car abruptly.

"You are mine! All your troubles are mine, okay? You don't have to worry anyways, you're never going back to work in that club"

You knew that possessive tone, and it only entailed surprises.

"What do you mean?" you questioned further

"I'm buying it. You can run it." he spoke as if it were nothing at all.

You were shocked.

"Seb, what-"

He cut you off.

"You heard what i said, baby"

"But why?"

"Because i want you all to myself. I want you to be with me."

You scoffed.

"This is how you ask girls out?"

He looked at you and smiled.

"Not girls, just you." He caressed your tear stained cheek lazily.

After talking about it, after he constantly apologized for his previous behavior and a few playful banters later, he started the car again.

"Where are we going?" you asked

"Home." he replied.

"Your home?"

"Our home." he corrected you. And you almost cried again.

"Why? Haven't you had your fill?" you teased.

"I have. But every king needs his queen by his side. And I need you. I'll keep you safe and happy. Forever."

a/n: *sobs* y'all-

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lovelylarrie · 5 years ago

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my harry miami cancelled show experience:

hello, as y’all may already know, i went to the harry event on friday 01/31/2020 and it was an absolute disaster. hands down one of the worst things recently to happen to me. let me start by saying i have NO hate or anger towards harry, i love him. this was at the fault of the venue and pepsi and everyone coordinating the event.

i arrived in line on wednesday, two days before the event. we slept under a bridge on the streets of miami for two nights. we got there and i was initially number 20 in line (i moved up to 12 because people ended up getting wrist bands and not coming back), a fan organized the line and was really amazing at making sure everything was fair. there was no parking allowed on the island so we had to be dropped off while our friend parked the car in downtown miami.

the first thing that happened that was messed up was on wednesday they released tickets that were significantly cheaper than what we paid. i paid around 300$ (as did everyone else in line) and they dropped the price to 100$ and refused to give us refunds. apparently some people in line were able to get refunds so it was really inconsistent and unfair. i called ticketmaster multiple times and was unable to get my money back.

a few hours before the show they released “rules” which said we could not have portable chargers. it was annoying bc we all had bought them just for the show and they told us literally HOURS before that we couldn’t take them in. also, the venue was JUST BUILT. like we watched them finish building the venue up until the day of the show. there was nowhere for us to call and get information about the show or anything, there wasn’t even a website. so it seemed really unprofessional for them to send out rules and info about the show literally hours before when they should’ve given us more time to prepare.

the day of the show they moved us into an “official” line at like 6pm, the show wasn’t until 8:30 and they didn’t let us in until 8:30.

at 8:30 they let us through and there were like 8-9 security gates. i chose a slow line and the security guy saw i was shaking because all i could see were people that were behind us in line running past me and getting into the pit before me. the security guy literally made me take a deep breath and even more people got ahead of me. i didn’t get barricade but got right behind my friends who were barricade. i was number 12 in line and waited two days and didn’t get barricade lol.

the show took forever to start but finally mark ronson came on and played literally an hour and a half of shitty 2015 songs... he played old town road TWICE. it honestly felt like he was on stage for a decade.

during this people were holding up signs on their phones BEGGING security for water. they took like 10 years to give us water and eventually brought out bottles and we were all sharing and passing around water bottles. security started chucking bottles into the crowd and i was so scared like they almost knocked some people out by hitting them in the head. apparently security was laughing about throwing the water bottles as well. the girl next to me and i started crying bc we didn’t get any water and both felt like we were going to pass out.

after lizzo performed (she was amazing btw) i was about to pass out but they had set up all of harrys stuff and i kept telling myself it’s okay bc he’s gonna be right there i just needed to push through. at midnight we were still waiting for harry but did sing him happy birthday once it hit midnight. at like 12:15 they posted this on the screen:

nobody moved. we thought it was part of harrys set bc we were on an island and haha eroda!!! then a voice came on and said we needed to evacuate bc there was a tropical storm.

finally i decided to leave my place in put and pushed through the crowd and went up to the bar and asked for water bc i was going to pass out. they said they’re not giving out water bc it will “encourage us to stay.” i went into the vip section and scooped up ice and started eating that bc it was my only option and security YELLED AT ME and i snapped and told them i was going to pass out and they snapped back and told me i needed to leave.

the funny thing was, we weren’t allowed to park on the island!!! we had nowhere to go!!! the streets were completely flooded and the venue’s roof was leaking and the front of the venue was starting to flood. and they slowly started barricading us out of the venue. i yelled at security and asked why they were doing this to us and they said it was because it’s “more safe to be outside than inside the venue.” can someone explain to me why they would build a venue that is on an island in MIAMI FLORIDA WHERE IT TROPICAL STORMS WEEKLY and they did not make it safe enough for a storm.

we started walking around outside and realized the uber pick up spot was completely flooded, also uber prices were EXTREMELY HIGH. we walked past an area they had tented off and they were getting all the rich people on busses and bussing them out lol. they were all the famous/rich people who got to stand above the ga section. my friends and i were sobbing walking around the venue trying to find a place to go, we were shivering and people and security were laughing at us for crying.

we eventually got an uber back to our car and on our drive back home we heard about a bus on fire outside the venue?? there was a video so idk what happened but i hope everyone’s okay. we hydroplaned the entire way home and i was genuinely scared for my life.

so yeah that’s my story. fuck the meridian and fuck pepsi for putting everyone in danger and placing us in a venue that could not handle a storm.

i’m okay now. we got refunds but that’s not really the point or what matters. it’s really hard for me to listen to harry because it reminds me of the whole situation. it was genuinely really scary and nobody truly understands how difficult and scary the situation was for everyone involved unless you were there. we have a group chat of everyone there and we’re all supporting eachother through it. i think everyone is okay but still in shock over what happened. being shoved into a storm and flooded streets in miami and not knowing where to go or how to get home or if you were going to get home was so scary. it wasn’t safe to drive but it was our only option.

#okay thats my story #sorry its so long #also the format is probs shitty bc im on my phone #mine #my show

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we-always-hit-our-ass · 5 years ago

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Dance Freely, Love (Joe Toye x Reader)

a/n- another one of my random ideas, thanks @radiantcade for motivating me to do this, what would i do without you??

once again, im procrastinating on the long fanfic by writing shorter ones. oops

Description- You wake up to see a note that your long-time boyfriend has left for you on a drawer. After reading it, it’s contents leave you heartbroken. Time passes by and word gets by of your boyfriend in the hospital. You decide to visit him. Tears and fufilled promises ensue.

Words- 4.9k (i was intending for it to be short but... i got carried away??)

Warnings- angst, angst, angst, but there’s fluff tho

Angst with happy ending, love those-

btw listen to these songs while reading this:

The End of the Word- https://youtu.be/xHa6a3FtPJg

It’s Been a Long, Long Time- https://youtu.be/iP0tHmoc1rs

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The sun beams peek through the gap of your white curtains, shielding your (E/C) from their brightness. That was what you found strange.

Usually Joe would wake up earlier than you and he’d open the curtains right after he woke up and got up from your comfy bed. So when you’d open your eyes, the light would just be as gleaming and bright as Joe’s smile.

Maybe finally he listened to you and decided to give your eyes a rest. You groggily stretched your body, the blankets falling off your shoulders dropping slowly towards your lap.

Stiff arms raise up and a content groan leaves your lips as you stretch them out. Those tired arms then reach up to rub at your eyes and you feel a yawn creeping by.

You then make your way off the bed, slightly disappointed by the loss of warmth those covers provided you with. After your eyesight was clear, you hobbled your way around the room while putting on your slippers.

You walked up to a small table with a record player, something you and Joe were lucky to have. You pulled out a disc and set the record player up. Soon enough, you and Joe’s favorite music to slow dance to plays.

It soothed your muscles and you could almost fall asleep again if you tried hard enough. You bopped your head up and down and hummed softly to the melody. There was a slight bounce in your step as the song kept playing and a tiny grin was on your face.

After a few moments of swaying along to the music you noticed the absence of the handsome, dark-haired man you called your boyfriend.

“Joe…”

Your tired, breathy voice rang throughout your shared bedroom, but no voice rang back.

You assumed it might’ve been one of those rare days where Joe went the extra mile to make breakfast.

But once again, there was no waft of food or smoke reaching your nose.

“...Joe…?”

The question was asked louder, but no response. The tweeting of the birds felt deafening in the quiet house, and the soothing voice of your lover wasn’t heard at all. You still stood at the foot of your bed, slightly dazed and confused as to where Joe was.

You opened the door to your bedroom and quickly made your way throughout the house to look for him. You fail to see the crisp, white note laying quietly on your dresser and waiting to be read.

The faint thumping your footsteps echoed throughout the house, and he was nowhere to be found.

You even went as far to go to the attic(which you absolutely hated going into ever since Joe said that it was haunted). You rushed through each room, opening the door roughly before slamming it back shut once you saw that he wasn’t there.

You sped along, your speed rivaling that of light’s. You even caught yourself lifting up one of the cushions of the sofa.

When you returned to the room you were a panting mess, and you were sure that you checked every inch of the house at least 7 times while calling out his name and telling him to cut the joke.

Your search was futile and you walked groggily up the wooden stairs so you can lie down on your bed. (S/C) hands gingerly turn the doorknob and you amble your way slowly to the comfy bed.

You heave a sigh as you plop yourself into the mattress, your head nestled between the pillows and the still-tousled blanket. Your head turns and your eyes land on the piece of paper resting flat against the wooden surface of the dresser.

You were suddenly alert and your body shot up in the blink of an eye. You swear that you hadn’t seen this note before. For someone who apparently checked the house from top-to-bottom, you were sure pretty blind.

You put your legs up on the bed, and you leaned over to reach the mysterious note. You leaned back and scooted up until your back was flush against the fluffy pillows.

The folded paper was opened to reveal the familiar and neat handwriting of your love. Your eyes lit up in recognition. Your eyes skimmed over the word-filled page before actually deciding to read it the ink.

“Dear (Y/N),

I hope you read this letter with a clear mind and heart, for I am truly sorry for doing this to you. (Y/N), I am so sorry for leaving you like this.

I planned to tell you the night before, but I couldn’t bring myself to break the news after seeing you so happy last night. I couldn’t do that to myself, and especially you.

Before you can say that I should have told you, please try to understand that this way is the best way. It’s the best option and I think it would also be the one that hurt you the less.

(Y/N), please know that I have good intentions and that I really don’t mean to bring you harm in any way, shape, or form.

Your tear-stained face would’ve broken me and I am slightly glad that I would not be there to see your reaction. I couldn’t live with that.

(Y/N), I promise you only a few things:

1. I will return to you, no matter how injured I am.

2. When I do return, the first thing I will do is to scoop you up into my arms.

3. I will give you the best kisses that you’ve ever dreamed of.

4. I will make the best goddamn dinner that has ever existed.

5. We will dance, and dance to that record we always play until the night slowly fades into day, and I promise you, that I still wouldn’t be stopping.

6. I will always, and forever love you.

(Y/N), please know that this would've happened someday, and that again, this is the best option for both of us. After this war, I SWEAR, that I will do everything I put on that list of promises.

You have my word and heart, (Y/N). I love you. I love you very much… Please let me see your face when I return.

Love,

Your ever loving boyfriend, Joe”

Streams of salty tears were unknowingly rushing out of your eyes like mini waterfalls. You only started to feel them when you slowly brought your fingers to your face.

The wet sensation against your fingertips brought you back to reality, and you only started sobbing louder. You talked to him about it, of course, but you just thought…You just thought that maybe, just maybe, he would’ve given you a head’s up.

Of course you knew he was going to fight the war, but not like this. This would be the last thing you expected. Sobs, whimpers, and whispers of his name fell out of your lips. The trembling never stopping.

You quickly put your lip between your teeth to stop any more sounds from coming out, but the action was futile. Your fists clenched the now flimsy piece of paper, crumpling the edges and almost ripping the sides of the papers off.

The sounds of your tears plopping against the paper didn’t bring you back from your tear-filled stupor. The whimpering didn’t stop and you looked down to your lap to read the paper once again, just to make sure that you weren’t, in fact, dreaming.

Your red and already swollen (E/C) eyes glance down at the paper only to see that your tears have smudged and already washed some of the words. The once legible words were reduced to only a small puddle of black ink.

The tears in your eyes stopped for a brief moment before they started streaming down your red cheeks and down your throat. A small, wet stain formed at top of your blouse, the never-ending river of your woe soaking it more and more.

You were still as you could be, only light tremors shook your body as you sniffed and whimpered some more. Your throat ached, your mouth was parched, and your eyes lost tears to cry a long time ago.

The aching of your legs made your whole lower body feel numb and you soon felt how sore your face felt. Your fingers begged to be unfurled, the joints already crying out in mercy, but you couldn’t care less.

Crescent moon shapes were indented against the soft skin of your palm, but you didn’t pay them any mind. Hiccups now filled the air, but you were still glued to that very same spot you had ages ago.

Your tired body slowly leaned forward until your forehead and wet cheeks touched the cold sheets of your bed. Soft whimpers were muffled and your hand clutched and pulled the once neat and pristine piece of paper towards your chest.

Wet ink was transferred onto your blouse, and the damp fabric stuck to your feverish skin without a hitch. Everything hurt. Eyes, nose, throat, back, fingers, thighs, toes, and your heart.

Oh, especially your heart. It felt like it’s been cut, torn, and smashed into oblivion. Like it was whipped and the wounds had salt poured on them. Then it was burned, chewed up, and run over by 4 dozen cars. Then the whole process repeated again and again.

The pain was agonizing, and you would do anything to make it stop for even just a second. That was all you could focus on. You still didn’t get it.

Nothing made sense to you at the moment and you had the overwhelming urge to destroy everything around you. To rip that damned piece of paper that brought you this pain in the first place.

As anger and many more emotions coursed through you, you stopped to look at the piece of paper for the tenth time this hour. Your hardened glare turned into a loving look after your (E/C) eyes looked at the words ‘I love you’.

Tears threatened to burst through your sensitive eyes but your ability to produce tears ran out forever ago. So instead, you raised your fist to pound it against the mattress.

You tried to let out a scream but no sound came out. The dull sound consumed your head and you stopped shortly. You felt so vulnerable. So utterly helpless without him.

You never even got to say goodbye. To kiss him lovingly, to hug him with all your strength, and to say infinite declarations of love. If you'd known that last night was the final night that you would see him, you would’ve never have let him go and never stopped saying your adoration in his ear.

If you missed him this much already, how were you to act without him for years? How were you to react if he never came back? You forcefully diverted yourself from thinking that, you would be better if you don’t think of that.

Just when you thought you can now fully function, scenes of Joe bleeding out from a shot or shrapnel wound prevented you from doing so. Your parted lips stretched to a frown and you gripped your head between your hands, your fingers digging themselves deep into your scalp.

What have you done to deserve this? Why was this happening to you?

Why you?

Why Joe?

Painful questions mixed with past memories of happy times between you and Joe swirled around in your head. You thought that focusing on the joyful memories you had together but that made things worse, for they reminded you of the things you will surely miss.

Exhaustion and fatigue glide over you and you start to realize the ache of every muscle in your body. For now, all you desired was to close you red and swollen (E/C) and to float away to dreamland.

You didn’t care if it was only the afternoon, the day’s previous events left you spent and wanting to rest.You prayed that you didn’t have any dreams of him, your fragile heart couldn’t take anymore. It had enough in just a few hours.

Your sore and weak body raised itself up from it’s bent position, some of your backbones cracking at the action. You released a shaky sigh as your back hit the mattress, your throbbing head feeling only just a tiny bit relaxed as it hit the cloud-like pillows.

The lingering scent of his shampoo and soap on the pillow covers and blankets hugged you tightly, almost suffocating you. It was overwhelming, but you decided to relish one of the few things he actually left behind.

The bedroom blurred around you, black spots appearing in your vision as your eyelids drooped down.You curled up into a fetal position, face almost buried in the pillows. Your nose was clogged and almost silent sniffles were all you could offer.

The faint sound of the record player lulling you to sleep by the second as you let it play its tune.

You clutched the letter in your hand towards your chest like earlier. You were holding on to it like your life depended on it(your life didn’t but your heart sure did).

Before blacking out you wished that maybe this dream would provide temporary comfort, that maybe you’d forget about Joe and his leave. Perhaps, you might get it all of your head in just one sleep. But you knew it didn’t work like that.

Nothing did.

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You really didn’t know how you continued to live your life without Joe by your side. How you missed his jokes, gentle touch, tender kisses, and bone-crushing yet loving hugs throughout the day.

Sometimes you could still hear his voice calling out so sweetly to you. The way your name rolled so right on his tongue. It really drove you wild. On other days, you would open your mouth to respond to him but the reality falls down on you like a pile of bricks. You would hurriedly shut your mouth and a deep frown etches itself on your face.

It’s been years since he left for the army without a word. The only thing he left for you was that letter. The now crumpled piece of paper containing Joe’s words was placed on top of the dresser, where it previously was.

Even though you couldn’t read the words anymore, you cherished and hated it all at the same time. The day after you cried and sobbed your heart out, you decided to send him letters.

Letters saying how you felt, how life was without him, and letters pleading for him to come back to you. Each letter had bucketfuls of your love and care put into them.

You’d even go as far as to buy the now rare chocolate candies. You saved every penny just to buy a piece. Then you’d carefully wrap them in small squares of parchment paper and taping the ends to make a little make-shift present.

You’d carefully press the paper and tuck it carefully into the envelope, sealing it when you were done.Then your eyes would well up as you held it in your shaking, (S/C) hands.

Tender kisses were pressed into every surface of the envelope before you’d send it away. You never really got anything back though. Hours were spent looking outside your window or going out to check your mailbox.

There was nothing, but you never gave up.

So you kept sending him letters, assuring yourself that he’ll reply to at least one of them. You grew tired of waiting, but you were ever so hopeful, thinking that this would be the day he’d respond.

Or maybe the next, or the day after that. Perhaps maybe a week after that one. Wishful thinking never got you anywhere, but it sure helped you in your broken state.

The clanging sound of the metal mailbox outside your home shutting grew redundant. But you still waited for something. Your cheerful smiles faded by the day and you were again reminded of how he just left you.

It even got to the point where even your neighbors started noticing and taking notice of your melancholy behavior. It has been weeks since you sent out your most recent letter and, once again, no response or word of your boyfriend.

You were completely left in the dark as to how he was doing. At this point, you didn’t even know if he was alive or not. You stopped sending him letters after the 12th or 13th one. You knew it was a lost cause and you gave up on it.

There would be moments where rage and bitterness bubbled inside you, but that was washed away by feelings of sadness, regret, and guilt. Sometimes you would find yourself crying in the middle of the hallway, but you would have no recollection whatsoever of you tearing up.

The sobbing just found its way to you, no matter what you were doing. You would be fine and the next moment you would clutch your head while seated on the tiled, kitchen floor with your back against the wooden cupboards, the river slowly streaming again.

You thought you could live without him, that you would be better off anyway. You were wrong. Very wrong. How many times have you wailed his name loudly during the night?

How many times have you clutched the ruined letter against your palms and chest? Just how many? Frustration welled within every part of your being and it grew tiring. You hated it.

You hated everything in this situation.

Why couldn’t Joe just tell you ahead of time? Anything would’ve been better than this. You didn’t know how his mind worked when he wrote you that letter, when it said that this was the best way.

It was anything but.

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The deep pit of your stomach fell instantaneously when the name of your boyfriend fell from your neighbor’s lips. Your mind was blank, still trying to comprehend their words.

Sputters and incomplete sentences left your mouth as you questioned them for more details. You didn't know how you felt after one of your neighbors had told you the news of Joe being in a hospital.

How come they knew before you did?

Your fists clenched at your sides before they gripped the hem of your skirt, the loose fabric soon feeling uncomfortable in your (S/C) hands. It all felt like a fever dream and you just assumed that none of this was even happening. It couldn’t be.

Wide, (E/C) eyes stared into the distance, not really focusing on the words and presence of your neighbor. A loud voice called out of your name and your dazed eyes and head snapped to your neighbor, a worried expression plastered on their face.

Your feet were glued to the ground and you switched between looking at the ground and your neighbor’s face. The sounds of your heavy breathing were all you could hear. You could see the shadow of your neighbor inching closer towards your still body.

“(Y/N)... Are you alright, dear?”

“I- I’m… I’m fine. Just…” A stagnant pause rang throughout the air, and you were brought back by a steady hand resting on your shoulder.

“Surprised?” Your neighbor completed your thought for you, a questioning and worried tone lacing their voice.

“A little more than that.”

A dry chuckle left your lips as a feeble attempt to loosen the tense atmosphere. Questions like the ones that appeared on the day he left arose, making an unwelcome cameo in your brain.

The feeling of shock rushed through like a bolt of literal lightning. Fire burned your nerves and you were you looked stupid with your mouth gaping so big.

You had no words except a thanks to your neighbor before rushing back to your house, quickly opening the door and locking it before slowly walking over to the nearest seat.

You fell onto the cushion immediately, leaning forward with your head in the clutches of your hands. You were very relieved. You finally got to know how he was doing. You finally got to know that he was actually alive and not another body resting on the open field.

What you were experiencing was indescribable. It was a mysterious amalgamation of intense and soft emotions, all rolled up into one. But Joe’s alive…That was all you were thankful for.

He’s alive and you were going to pay him a visit.

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So that’s where you found yourself…Standing in front of the pale white door that served as a temporary barrier between you and the man you still loved after all of these years. You fumbled with your skirt, bunching up the fabric in your hands and causing them to wrinkle.

A few good minutes were spent in the hallway as you mouthed the words you were going to say to him. Another couple of minutes were spent mentally preparing yourself.

You rubbed your temples raw and rubbed your forearms at least 20 times in only just a few seconds.Your knuckles gently yet firmly tapped against the wood, the thumping sound of your skin hitting wood was brief and slightly muffled.

Your breathing stopped and you definitely knew that your breath was caught in your throat. Seconds felt like forever in this situation and you slowly let your raised arm drop to your sides. Your body was practically tense and stiff, almost resembling the door in front of you.

“Come in…”

As if time stopped itself, you found yourself staying still once again. Your palms flew to your lips to stop you from crying right then and there. You collected yourself before it all hit you. He sounded so broken… It wasn’t like him at all.

There were no signs of the man you once knew. It reminded you of yourself when you broke down after reading his little note. Who would've known that a tiny piece of paper could ruin your life…

Shaking fingers reached for the brass doorknob and you turned it slowly. Anticipation was everywhere and you opened the door to enter his room. Lo and behold, there he was.

Joe Toye.

You haven’t seen him for four and a half years. It’s been so long since you actually saw him in person. Your (E/C) eyes ran over his body. He still looked the same- Soft and dark locks of hair were the same.

His wide dark brown eyes held surprise and love in them drew you in. His skin was paler than you remember, plus the addition of a few scars and wounds. Your eyes zoomed back to his face, and he looked just as surprised as you.

“(Y/N)...?”

“Who else would it be, Joe?”

“I don’t get it, why are you here…? All of the sudden and out of the blue…”

But you could tell that as soon as he saw you, his tone of voice got quieter. More gentle. And more loving.

The soft sounds of your footsteps against the polished wooden floors were loud and replaced the silence that ensued. You sat, the mattress dipping from your weight.

Tears suddenly erupted from your eyes, the feeling already too familiar with you. Joe immediately sprang up to wrap his arms around you. As he sat up, you failed to notice the slight wince he let out. Words left his lips to console you.

“(Y/N)- Babe… It’s alright, i’m here now.”

Sobs wracked your whole body, and you would shake in his embrace.

“Why Joe? Why did you do that to me? It’s been years Joe… Years. Can you believe that.”

Joe ran his hands up and down the small of your back, offering you slight comfort as you wailed words into his neck.

“I- I just couldn’t let myself see your face if I told you… You have to understand that it’d be worse if I actually told you-”

“But it hurt more, Joe… It hurt so much more…”

The soft rubbing on your back slowed and stopped after a few moments. Joe let your words sink slowly into him, the way you said it embedding itself into his mind, and his brain played it over and over again.

His brown eyes were close to tears, feeling too watery. Joe turns his head to look at your face. How he missed you so. If only he knew how much pain he caused you.

A comfortable silence covered the room, and you two remained in each other’s arms, an occasional sniffle or word would be heard. Joe’s fingers twirled locks of your hair, and regret pooled in his stomach as he imagined your tear-stricken face after reading the letter.

“I’m so sorry… I’m so fucking sorry (Y/N).”

He dove down to bury his face in the side of your neck, his tears leaving a cool feeling against your skin. It was your turn to comfort him, and you wrapped your arms around him tighter, trying to make him feel more secure.

“How could you ever forgive me… How could- How could you ever forgive me for this… For what I did to you..”

“Joe… I already have.”

His shut eyes opened and he pulled away from the tender embrace you both shared. His eyes locked onto yours and his lips parted in shock.

“Why…? After all this?”

“Because I love you, Joe… I love you so much…”

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

Your eyes were still locked, and you could see how his eyes would quickly drift over to your lips. A soft smile blossomed on your face as you sniffled. Your smile fell as you remembered the nurse’s words.

“I heard about what happened, Joe… To your leg… I’m so sorry…”

“(Y/N), hey… I’m fine now remember. I’m alive.”

“But Joe-”

“And don’t apologize… It wasn’t your fault.”

You quieted down, and the comfortable silence took over once again. The sun was slowly setting as you could see from the windows. The mellow atmosphere calmed both you and Joe significantly.

Joe suddenly pulled you against his chest, and he hummed a song into your ear. The familiar tune of your favorite song greeted you, and your eyes lit up in response. Joe rubbed your upper arms slowly as you two swayed slowly to the tune.

You found yourself humming along slowly, your humming complimenting his. The end of the song came and you hummed the final note while looking into his eyes.

“(Y/N)?”

“Mm?”

“Do you still remember those promises I wrote to you?”

“Of course, how could I forget? What about them?”

“I intend on fulfilling at least one today…”

Joe’s eyes scanned and looked deeply into your eyes for approval. You consented with a slight nod of your head and that was all it took for him to kiss you. You have waited for so long, but his kiss made all of it worth it. The two of you did anything to deepen the kiss just a bit more. It was passionate and so full of want.

It completely encapsulated what both of you wanted ever since the war started. Fleeting touches exchanged during the kiss were replaced with intense ones. Your fists grabbing at his hair and him doing the same.

One of your hands reaches over to push him more against you and one of his grabs the collar of your blouse to pull you towards him.You were left breathless after the kiss, your hair was slightly disheveled and both of your faces flushed and feeling warm.

Joe was gasping for air and he couldn’t get enough as your swollen lips were practically calling out to be kissed again. After a few moments of kissing and fond touches, you leaned your head on his broad shoulder, hand stroking his chest.

Your eyes drifted down to his blanket covered lower half and you stared at where his leg used to be. His eyes soften as he catches you looking. Joe’s mouth opens to ask you something but you beat him to it.

"So I guess we're not having that dance, huh?"

That was the first thing that came to your mind.

There was undoubtedly a hint of sadness as you thought of what could have been. You were slightly disappointed and sad, but you couldn’t have been more glad to have Joe right here with you right now.

Melancholy thoughts were interrupted by Joe’s hearty chuckle. He pulls you into his lap, making you straddle him. Joe’s hands brush any stray hairs in the way of your face and his fingers gently brush a few locks of your (H/C) hair behind your ear.

A soft peck was placed on your lips, and a smile was brought back on your face, a flush also deciding to make an appearance. Joe’s warm eyes examine your features and he places his much bigger hands on your hips to keep you steady.

Another tender peck was felt, now on your cheek. Joe pulls away, his eyes cherishing the very sight of you. Joe flashes you bright, gleaming smile and it was accompanied by a few of his chuckles before he responded.

“Bullshit... Of course we're still having that dance."

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ahhhh im finally finished with one of my fics-

hope you enjoy this one loves 💕💕💕💕

btw loves, its like 1 am here and im woa-

btw sorry for any mistakes i was tired-

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hatsukeii · 5 years ago

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Hi! 2, 4, 6, 8, 12, 14 for Kageyama from the headcanons list?? If it's too many, just choose whichever interest you the most! Thank you! 💜

Hhhhh ty for requesting!!

I have so many ideas from Kageyama after seeing the latest few chapters all over my explore page on ig, this should be fun~

Btw just because I crave fluff and made up romantic scenarios I will be including you as a female s/o, I hope you’re fine w that bc I’m terrible at writing same sex fanfics and I feel like including you might be fun too, sorry if it’s not what you prefer, I’ll write up another one if you want!!

(You aren’t mentioned excessively though, so don’t worry!!)

Warnings: Mild manga spoilers that have to do with Kageyama’s backstory, nothing too major though, and angstangstangstangstangst-

2. How are they like on social media?

- Kageyama’s probably one that doesn’t really have that much regarding social media.

- However he would probably have the most common ones.

- Instagram, snapchat, maybe twitter too.

- He also has tiktok now that you’ve basically forced him to download it.

- Definitely uses instagram the most out of everything he has.

- Username: milkboykags

- Followers: 992 (Since he’s pretty popular through playing volleyball.)

- Following: 745 (He tries to follow most of his followers back if they have mutual friends between them, even if it’s a fan.)

- Profile pic: Probably one of those grunge shaky pics of him with a few of the Karasuno team members and you with a dark background and stuff.

- Bio: If you don’t have milk, don’t bother looking for me. ~Me, 2k19 (He hasn’t updated his bio a year lol.)

- His instagram feed is actually pretty aesthetic.

- He has one volleyball post of the entire team at the beach playing beach volleyball while the sun sets.

- He’s way too proud of that post.

- Another one of his posts was taken when you two were on an arcade date (At that time he hadn’t confessed yet, but he asked you out just to do that) and he sneaked a photo of you trying to get a unicorn plush from one of those claw machines.

- That one he’s gonna be keeping in his feed forever.

- He has a collection of highlights.

- There’s one for volleyball practice shenanigans, one for those little dates he takes you on, another one for full on group hangouts, then one of camera wars with random people that try taking photos of him, most likely you or Hinata.

- His feed basically revolves around this filter recipe he made for instagram, which makes his photos look cooler toned and more faded.

(P.s dm me if you want the recipe bc i made it on vsco lmao no I’m not a vsco girl don’t worry.)

- He doesn’t really use snapchat and twitter.

- Only does streaks with you and the volleyball team.

- Tiktok though, is a whole other story.

- Username: givemethecows

- Followers: 1405 (People from both tiktok and instagram.)

- Following: 200

- Bio: I make videos and shit.

- Profile pic: Bass boosted you like jazz meme (Bass boosted but photo if you get me.)

- Kageyama has this whole lowkey eboy thing going on with his tiktok.

- Most the time his videos are just a way to show his weird sense of humour or his sense of style that screams casual eboy.

- Since you forced him to get tiktok, you also forced him to learn dances with you.

- He’s terrible at those.

- Like very bad.

- He managed to break a pair of Tsukishima’s glasses while doing the renegade at break.

- And almost twisted his hips trying to throw it back as a joke.

- Needless to say it’s both hilarious and embarrassing for Kageyama.

- There are also tiktoks of him doing insane volleyball tricks on camera like the demon quick, the synchronised attack, and his jump serve etc.

- Which have gained him quite the following on the platform.

- In conclusion, Kageyama is generally pretty good at social media, but sucks ass at dancing.

4. What is Kageyama’s preferred weather?

- Surprisingly, Kageyama doesn’t like sunny weather. At all.

- For him, it’s the absolute worst thing.

- He think that sunny weather is way too annoying and hot and stuffy and gross.

- Plus, going out for morning runs in sunny weather is like wearing 10 jackets in hell.

- Like you can put on an extra layer if you’re cold but you can’t just strip naked if you’re hot.

- Oh my god he hates it so much it pains him to even think about it.

- He likes rainy days.

- Definitely not his favourite though.

- Rainy days usually mean staying home for the entire day.

- He can just laze around in his house, do whatever he wants.

- The sound of rain against glass windows soothes him.

- The constant sounds of droplets hitting the windows give him a sense of tranquility and peace.

- He will quite literally, fall asleep to those sounds.

- However rainy days do have their drawbacks.

- One of them, is having to stay home.

- Kageyama likes going for runs just to take in some fresh air, but that won’t work when it’s raining cats and dogs now will it.

- Plus, it means everything he does is restricted in his house unless he can get to an indoor gym that’s open.

- Boring.

- So he prefers windy days, when the cold breeze grazes his skin and the sun hides behind the fluffy clouds.

- It’s those days where he doesn’t have to suffer the heat that the sun brings upon him, nor does he have to suffer the feeling of rainwater dripping from the tips of his hair.

- He can do whatever he wants and still feel at ease and comfortable.

- Quite literally everything he asks for in a day.

6. Favourite music?

- Let’s be real, Kageyama probably isn’t good at music.

- He can’t dance or sing to save his life.

- However, he does enjoy how listening to music calms his nerves and gives him a chance to relax, even if he’s in a situation where he should be focused on an assignment or a piece of class work.

- People would expect him to enjoy listening to EDM or alternative rock, but no.

- This boy likes to listen to lofi and love songs.

- This doesn’t mean that his playlist only consists of these two genres, but the majority of songs in his playlist are either chill lofi beats or songs that give you the feels.

- Some of his favourite artists are Jeremy Zucker, Blackbear, Conan Gray, Billie Eilish, Lauv, Clairo, Wallows, Khalid, BENEE, Post Malone, Coldplay, Rex Orange County, Green Day, Shiloh Dynasty, Kina, love-sadKID, and the Arctic Monkeys.

- Has like 5 different playlists for different moods and events.

- One for moody times, one for study beats, one for when he wants throwbacks, one for firing him up before volleyball matches, and one for if he ever has to DJ in the front seat of someone’s car.

- Prefers to listen to music by himself.

- You’re an exception though.

- If he’s with you, you get one earbud, but he’ll be the one choosing the music still.

- You two have pretty contrasting tastes when it comes to music.

- He likes softer songs and lofi the most, whilst you prefer old rock and alternative rock. Oh and also a lot of throwback songs.

- I feel like Kageyama has definitely cried to a few songs when he was going through hard times.

- To him, listening to music is also a way of releasing all the inner conflict and frustrations.

- (Spoiler for backstory) When his grandfather died, he put Fix You on loop for at least 20 minutes.

- He was just numb, curled up into a ball on his bed, staring at the wall. He couldn’t feel anything. Nothing in his mind registered properly. All he could think of, was everything his grandfather had taught him, before he eventually passed away.

- Submerging himself into the melancholy song he was listening to, he didn’t even feel the tears that were now streaming down his face.

- The salty tears were now staining his pillow, creating little wet spots.

- He listened to every single lyric in the song, clutching his sheets harder every time the chorus came up.

- He punched his mattress repeatedly, still unable to accept the fact that someone he held so dear to his heart had just left like the wind.

- It wasn’t long until he was a sobbing mess, shaking and whimpering as he knelt on the bed.

- Silently sang to the lyrics, plopping back to his bed in defeat.

- His sister lingered in front of the door for five whole minutes, eventually leaving to let Kageyama sort out his feelings himself.

- You introduce a ton of new songs to him, since he doesn’t know that much about anything else other than lofi and sad songs.

- Just please no one let him listen to Nickleback. Please. He doesn’t need to know about it.

8. Movie that he would choose for a move nigh?

- The monthly Karasuno volleyball team movie night was finally here, and it was Kageyama’s turn to choose a movie this time, much to Tsukishima’s dismay.

- He’s put a lot of thought into this, not wanting to disappoint his teammates by choosing a shitty movie.

- He basically tried to figure out what everyone wanted to watch.

- However, everyone had very contrasting requests.

- Tsukishima wanted to watch Jurassic Park, Yamaguchi wanted a Disney movie, Hinata wanted something Marvel, Tanaka and Nishinoya wanted a horror movie, (Mainly so they could hit on you whilst you were still single) Sugawara wanted a romcom, Yachi wanted a comedy, and the others were fine with anything.

- He stressed himself out way too much trying to choose one movie.

- He finally got an idea after 3 entire days of thinking.

- And it wasn’t anything the team expected.

- Kageyama pulled up with Pulp Fiction.

- He’s seen that movie at least 5 times already.

- It was the perfect mix of comedy, gore, action, and philosophy.

- Plus, anything that starred Samuel L Jackson was worth a watch.

- Till this day, it remains one of his go to movies, alongside any MCU movie. (Captain America: The First Avenger is definitely his favourite though.)

12. Something small that they enjoy?

- One of the two small things Kageyama enjoys doing is baking cookies.

- Cookies in particular.

- I mean, there really is no detailed explanation.

- He’s pretty good at baking in general, even Tsukishima enjoys the cookies he bakes.

- Plus, he gets to dip the cookies in milk, what’s there not to enjoy?

- Another little thing he enjoys a lot is actually photography.

- Most the time, when he sees a pretty sky, or a city street at nighttime.

- He can’t help himself but snap a few photos here and there.

- Something about a well shot photo just hits different.

- Sometimes, he brings his camera out just to takes nice photos.

- Whenever you two are on dates, he’ll be able to capture candid or motion shots of when you’re just looking out the window of a bus mindlessly, or when you’re twirling around on the street playfully.

- Photos speak a thousand words, and honestly? He lives by that.

14. What is enough to bring him to tears?

- Support.

- Kageyama really needs support from someone he cares about.

- And no, not like support from his teammates.

- That’s different from hearing someone cheer from the stands.

- (Spoiler for backstory) Kageyama’s parents never gave much attention to him, since they were always busy with work. The only person that ever showed support for him was his grandfather, who passed away while he was still young.

- As if that wasn’t enough shit directed towards Kageyama, his teammates abandoned him during a match in junior high not long after the death of his grandfather.

- Which means that Kageyama now has lowkey abandonment issues.

- All through his volleyball journey he never got the support and reassurance he needed.

- He watched in envy as people from opposing teams, or even his own teammates, waved at their family members after they won or lost a match.

- All he could do was stare at the stands, hoping to catch just a glimpse of a family member.

- Nothing.

- Nobody realised how alone Kageyama felt during and after matches, until they watched him break down in tears after a particular match.

- It was the Spring Match against Seijoh, and Karasuno was playing like normal.

- Kageyama was insanely good as usual.

- What he didn’t notice then, was that you had dragged his sister Miwa to the match just so you both could cheer for him.

- In addition to that, you were also wearing his jersey.

- It wasn’t until the final point was scored, did he hear you and Miwa scream from the stands.

- Hearing the familiar voices, his head basically snapped in your direction, scanning the stadium for someone familiar, before landing his eyes on you and his older sister.

- His eyes widened for a hot second, his mind running in circles.

- Nobody has ever cheered for him.

- But here you two were, cheering for him from the stands.

- And you were wearing his jersey.

- A hand went up to cover his mouth, a huge grin spreading.

- One drop.

- Two drops.

- Then came the waterworks.

- The entire team was shocked.

- Like shookth.

- The two of you ran down to the arena, engulfing Kageyama in a huge hug.

- Best moment of his fucking life.

- From then on, the Karasuno team members made sure to notify you of any matches they had against other schools, hoping you and Miwa could go cheer.

- You two haven’t missed a single match since.

Whoooo three hours of work and going straight to Netflix at 2:30am, what a life.

I couldn’t resist I’m sorry casual or slight angst is my favourite genre of hc and fanfic-

I hope you liked this xx😗👉👈

#haikyuu x reader #kageyama tobio #hq kageyama #haikyuu headcanons #hq headcanons #hq x reader #kageyama x reader #haikyuu #hq #writing prompt

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myeverythingisyourstruly · 5 years ago

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Lucid Dream

Anonymous said: “Can you do a fix it where Richie finds a way to get Eddie back from the afterlife?”

(Btw I was listening to Mirrors by Justin Timberlake while writing this)

“Richie...Richie...Richie, wake up!”

Richie’s eyes sprung open and he took in the blurry view of his surroundings.

White walls, a white ceiling, and white floors.

He slowly sat up in his chair, which he had been laying in an awkward position, and rubbed his eyes. As he put on his glasses his vision became clearer and he looked up to see Beverly hovering over him.

“Are you okay? You were whimpering in your sleep.” She looked concerned.

“I’m fine. Any news?”

“Nope. Nothing.”

Richie and the rest of the losers were currently in Derry’s local hospital.They had defeated Pennywise for the last time but it had come at a cost. Eddie barely made it out alive. There was no guarantee he would pull through.

The cards had been dealt and fate was playing out in real time.

After waiting for what seemed to be hours a young doctor approached the group with a sad look in her eyes. Everyone stood up and braced for the worst.

“You’re all here for Eddie Kaspbrak?”

They nodded.

The doctor went into an explanation of how Eddie’s surgery was successful however he had lost a lot of blood and fell into a coma. He wasn’t breathing on his own so they had to put him on a ventilator.

Richie’s stomach dropped and he put his hand over his mouth as he felt that same nauseous feeling he had when Mike first called him to come back to Derry. He made it to the nearest bathroom just in time and emptied his stomach.

Ben was the one to check on Richie this time and informed him they were allowed to see Eddie but only one at a time. They all agreed Richie should go first.

Seeing Eddie all hooked up on machines and looking not so Eddie-like was the scariest thing Richie had ever seen; scarier than any shape or form that demonic clown ever took.

Richie cleared his voice before speaking.

“The doctors said they weren’t sure if you could hear me but I’m gonna talk to you anyways Eds...I hope that’s okay.”

For some strange reason Richie was waiting for Eddie to jump up and say “don’t call me that!” but of course he never did. Richie started tearing up.

“Eddie you gotta wake up man. You didn’t come this far just to die on me. I know you can fight your way back, you just gotta try. I’ll be right here with you.”

Richie instinctively placed his hand on the side of Eddie’s unharmed cheek and stroked his face gently. He turned around to see Bill watching him with a solemn expression and pulled his hand away.

“I’m sorry I just wanted to c-check up on you.”

“It’s fine I know you guys wanna see him too.”

Bill placed his hand on Richie’s shoulder and squeezed. “You know he’s gonna be okay, right?”

“I hope so.” Richie quietly sniffed.

The minutes turned into hours as each loser took a turn to sit with Eddie. Eventually the sun started to descend and nightfall was present. The losers decided to go back to the Inn and freshen up, maybe eat some dinner but Richie wanted stay at the hospital. Beverly promised to come back and check on the two of them tomorrow.

Although Richie was exhausted he couldn’t fall asleep so he did what he did best. He talked.

With his head laying in Eddie’s lap, careful not to mess with any tubes or wires, he softly recounted childhood memories.

“Hey Eds, do you remember when I would spend the night at your house and wake you up with silly string? You thought it was the most annoying, unsanitary thing but I did it anyway...”

Eddie wasn’t gone. He was stuck between heaven and hell, a place you go before your soul's fate is officially decided. Unfortunately for Eddie this place was a deserted version of Derry.

It was complete silence as he walked in the middle of the road. No cars, no kids outside playing, no nothing. He didn’t know how long he had been here or even how he got here but that didn’t matter now. All he could do was continue walking until a clue presented itself.

And this is when he stumbled upon the kissing bridge. Except he wasn’t alone anymore.

Eddie could see a small figure kneeling on the ground but he couldn’t quite make out who it was or what they were doing. As he moved closer he realized it was Richie but he was a kid again. How does this make sense?

The closer he got he could see what Richie was doing, carving something into the bridge with a knife. But it seemed as if Ritchie hadn’t noticed him at all, as if Eddie was invisible.

“...Richie? What are you doing?”

Richie didn’t turn around. He continued on until he was done and he stood up to overlook his sketchings. Once he was satisfied he got on his bike and petaled away.

“Wait!” Eddie yelled. He turned around to see what Richie had engraved in the wood and gasped.

R + E

Eddie felt a flood of emotions hit him and wasn’t sure whether he wanted to cry or laugh or scream. Was this some sick joke? Did this really happen in the past? Why was he seeing this now?

And then it hit him. Everything that had transpired since he stepped foot in Derry. The reunion between the losers (who he had previously forgotten existed), defeating Pennywise, and getting stabbed.

“Am I dead?”

All of a sudden a familiar voice rang out. “Hey Eddie! Come with me!”

He looked up to see young Richie again on the other side of the bridge, smiling with his bike in his hands.

All Eddie could do was stare, frozen in place.

Richie laughed. “C’mon spaghetti! What are you waiting for? Come with me!”

The lines of reality and dream were starting to blur as Eddie realized young Richie’s voice was mixing with older Richie’s voice. That got him to move closer and closer until he took off in a full sprint.

Eddie’s heart was beating wildly as if it was calling out a signal.

I love him.

I love Richie Tozier.

The next morning Richie was woken up by a nurse. His neck was stiff and he had dried up tears that stained his glasses and under eyes. The nurse nicely asked him to leave so they could do a check up on Eddie.

When he went out to the main floor the losers were just walking in.

“Rich, you look awful. Did you get any sleep?”

“Thanks Bev, I slept like a baby.” Richie deadpanned.

Beverly cringed. “Sorry. How’s Eddie?” she handed a cup of hot coffee to Richie who sighed after taking the first sip.

“I don’t know, the nurse is checking on him now.”

The losers tried to make themselves as comfortable as possible and struck up conversation with each other while waiting to see Eddie. Richie on the other hand was zoning out their voices, thinking about his one-way conversation with Eddie last night.

“...I know this is a sensitive subject for you but you don’t have to worry about Myra. If that’s not the life you want then I’ll help you. You can come with me and we’ll have fun on our own, just like old times. I just want you to come with me Eddie, it doesn’t matter where as long as we walk out of here together...”

“Guys.”

Everyone’s attention turned towards Richie and they waited patiently for him to continue.

Richie swallowed the lump in his throat and closed his eyes. “I love- I love Eddie. I’m in love with him. Ever since we were kids I’ve loved him.”

When he opened them everyone was smiling. Beverly reached her hand out to hold Richie’s. “That’s a beautiful thing. Hold on to that.”

Richie could finally breathe a sigh of relief at finally admitting to his best friends and to himself that he absolutely loved Eddie Kaspbrak.

A few minutes later a nurse approached the group. She looked happy, with rosy cheeks that filled her entire smile.

“Your friend Eddie is awake.” Everyone gasped. “And he’s asking for someone named Richie.”

Richie shot up from his seat. “T-that’s me. Can I see him?”

“Of course.” the nurse smiled.

Richie opened the door and could hear Eddie softly speaking to one of the nurses. His voice alone had Richie wanting to fall to his knees.

When they made eye contact, Richie couldn’t help but let a little sob come out.

“Eddie.”

“Hey asshole.”

Richie swiftly fell into Eddie’s arms and cried into his neck. Eddie breathed Richie in deeply and tried to keep his tears at bay. They were reunited for a second time in what seemed like forever but this time felt even better.

“How are you awake right now? This is a miracle.” Richie cried.

“I could hear your voice.”

“What?”

Eddie’s big brown orbs stared deeply into Richie’s. “It was like I was in some weird dream and then I could hear you telling me to come with you...and so I did. Then I woke up.”

“Oh my god.” Richie whispered.

“You saved me, Richie.” Eddie gleamed.

Richie leaned his forehead onto Eddie’s and smiled for the first time in days.

“You saved me too.”

#reddie #richie x eddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it chapter 2 #it fandom #it fanfiction #the losers club #adult reddie #fix it fic

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yandereaffections · 6 years ago

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Do you know what we need? A bloody wedding. So how about Moriarty crashing the wedding of his crush?~ Deary

You’re certainly right. I literally know nothing about weddings so watch as I rely on the Internet for all the details

The Internet did not help

Absolutely love the cliché btw

Walking with a slow pace up to your smiling fiancé, staring at eachother with a uncontrollable smile while you made sure not to trip over your dress

Family members along the sidelines siting down in rows, watching as you traced up to the altar decorated upon with both of your favorite flowers combined hanging and embedded into the arch

The lights of the widely spaced room reflecting off of the white walls outlined with light brown wood framing connecting to the marble floors to which your dress slid across

Reaching and standing across from your soon to be husband, Bryan, the man inbetween you going through the traditional words of the wedding

Not paying attention as you both suppressed excited giggles

"if anyone can show just cause why this couple cannot lawfully be joined together in matrimony, let them speak now or forever hold their peace"

That’s were the chaos began

Multiple people from all over the crowd of family members getting up from the ends of the rows, circling and surrounding the entrances and exits of the line of people, keeping them seated

Looking over you Bryan seeing he was just as confused as you were before looking to the man, didn’t seem any different as you two

Your attention snapping back to the entrance doors being slammed open, leaving marks against the white walls.

Moriarty walking through the doors and up the aisle with confidence radiating off of him, headphones hanging down his ears with sunglasses covering his eyes

Jaw moving with the chewing of his gum

A nervous mumble making its way over the crowd as you stared at him in shock

“Moriarty? What are you doing!?”

Bryan looking over to you surprised that you know this man

Moriarty raising his hand, making a little circle movement which triggers those who stood up to take out guns, point them at the guests

Bryan stepping in front of you as Moriarty walking up the few stairs to you

Kicking underneath Bryan’s feet and pushing him down the stairs, grabbing onto your waist with one hand caressing your face

“I’m sorry to say, I don’t think I can hold my peace darling.”

Struggling in his grip you look over at the man who now has a gun pointed at him

Bryan now unconscious at the bottom of the altar as everyone’s threatened to sit down and stay still

“Moriarty! Let me go what, why are you doing this!” Trying to push him away, to do anything to resist and fix this yet his grip was made of iron

“Oh, well I would’ve made it less dramatic but that wouldn’t be any fun now would it?” Tapping your nose, smiling as he pulled you along with him back down the aisle past your fiancé

Struggling to get to him yet all your attempts failing

“Let me go let me go” being repeated with addition of curse words

“I couldn’t just allow my love to be stolen from me, while I was just thinking of kidnapping you from the start it wouldn’t show you how, powerful and serious I really am.”

Hitched of breath slipping from you along with tears of desperation, your dress being stepped onto multiple times as you resisted him, tripping once or twice as you both left the buliding

Both of you getting into a car that seems to have childprove locks on, any attempt to pry open the doors failed, windows strong with a hired driver in the front

“Baby you’ll be just fine, forget about Bryan, I’ll be your fiancé now.” Slipping a ring onto your shaking hand

The moment you attempted to rip it off Moriarty clutched the hand, a warning stare obvious through the glasses

Sobbing, refusing to look at him as you were taken far away from what you’ve ever known while Moriarty played with the hand your new ring was on

#why are weddings so religious #deary anony #hope i didnt specify a cenrtain religion cause i literaly have no idea #yandere jim moriarty #yandere moriarty #james moriarty x reader #jim moriarty x reader #moriarty x reader #moriarty x you #james moriarty #moriarty #yandere sherlock x reader #yandere sherlock #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere

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away-from-the-crowds · 7 years ago

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My Secret Session Story.

On October 6th (the day after I got my wisdom teeth out) Taylor Nation Dmed me about a top secret event I was invited to. As soon as I read that I knew I had to go no matter what, I fell on the floor, and I was sobbing. On October 8th I got a call from Taylor Nation, and they told me it would be on October 18th in Rhode Island. Even though that is so far away from Ontario, Canada my parents were still so supportive and said we would go. Btw an hour after the call Taylor came on my livestream and just wow.

I then went out and bought a really cute outfit, and kept it a secret from everyone, and couldn’t sleep for the whole week.

Once the London Secret Session happened, I knew that’s what I would be attending too. And I once again started crying. Every time I thought about what would happen on October 18th I cried.

Finally on October 17th we began our 10 hour drive down, and I just listened to Taylor the whole time (I should’ve done homework, but like...) and it was so fun!

Then the day came...

I woke up early, walked on the beach and explored Rhode Island. Then I got ready for the night!

At around 2:40pm we drove to the meeting place, and got all checked in and got our wristbands and everything. I also met up with my online friend Akhila who was also invited!!!

Then we all got in these cars and drove up to TAYLOR SWIFTS HOUSE. The gates opened all dramatically and I began sobbing!!

HER HOUSE IS BEAUTIFUL!!!!!

We then went into Taylor’s kitchen and ate food, I went out on her balcony and talked to Scott (he gave me so many guitar picks), I met Andrea, Austin, and Tree as well! They were all so kind.

The food was amazing, I ate so many of the rep m&m’s.

We then gathered into Taylor’s living room, they closed the blinds, dimmed the lights and the session began. (((WHAT HAPPENS IN THE SECRET SESSIONS STAYS IN THE SECRET SESSIONS)))

Lemme just say that the album was absolutely amazing, the best one yet. Taylor was in her chair dancing and singing along the whole time and looked around at all of us. She made eye contact with me so many times, and smiled at me, and danced with me, and I cried so much. I was so freaking close to her and she looked so beautiful and she was soooooooo happy.

She looked flawless, and her happiness radiated to all of us.

(((more stuff happened here that I can’t talk about))))

Then we went into another room and waited to meet Taylor.

During this sessions she wasn’t rushed, she took her time with everyone, and it was supposed o end at 9:15 but I was there till 11:30.

I went into the room to meet Taylor, and she hugged me so tight. She knew my name (she said it wrong but she knew how to spell it so it was all good, and then she said it 5 more times the right way lol). She was even more gorgeous that close up, I couldn’t believe what was happening, yet she was so easy to talk to?

We talked about how amazing the new album is, I said that Red was my absolute favourite but Rep took the #1 place and she was like “LOW FIVE, HUGH FIVE!!!”

Then we talked my livestream she watched, and how I couldn’t find my cat. And she said she’s seen me online so much but I used to be more tanned ahahah.

She kept complimenting my outfit, and stroked my choker saying “I love it it’s so delicate” and how my shoes matched my skirt and my choker matched my nails, so she proceeded to touch my nails.

She said she loved how energetic I was and that I was dancing with a childlike joyfulness the whole time!

At one point I was like “you’re gorgeous” and then she tapped my arm and said “YOU’RE GORGEOUS” and later she said “you’re an angel” so I tapped her arm and said “YOU’RE AN ANGEL” it was so cute.

Then she asked what type of pose I wanted to do and I said “I was thinking like two best friends just chilling on the couch” and she was like “OHMYGOSH YESSS DO YOU WANNA HOLD A GRAMMY????”

So we started talking about the Grammy I was holding which was aoty for 1989 !!!!!

Taylor was like “yes that’s the new baby.”

On the way over to the couch I stumbled and the couch moved and she was like “oh don’t worry I do that all the time.”

Then we sat on the couch, she threw her legs across me with her amazing black boots, and she cuddled me as I held the Grammy!!

Then she was like “Halley’s mom!! Do you wanna hold the Grammy?”

So we took another photo standing up with my mom, and I hugged her as my mom held the Grammy.

Then I thanked her for everything and told her I love her.

And she was like “I love you, you little fashionista” and did a little dance.

Then I walked out of that beautiful house, got a bag of merch, and went back to my hotel room.

Then Taylor came on my tumblr and liked soooo many posts and reblogged one and just the day couldn’t get any better.

The amount of joy I felt for the whole night was absolutely amazing. Nothing can ever compare. It’s safe to say that it was the best day/night of my life and I will cherish it forever.

I can’t believe Taylor wanted to meet me, invited me into her home to listen to her new album, and knew about me!?!?!

October 18th 2017 will forever hold a special place in my heart.

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littledreamybeth · 7 years ago

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Heartbreak

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“Damn girl! Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for 20 minutes!” My best friend Ella calls as I finally enter her car and plop down onto the seat with an exhausted sigh. The belt to my shoulder bags slips down my shoulder and I position it on my lap. Ella has gladly volunteered to take me from college this time or I had to deal with public transportation which I definitely did not want to spend my last nerve to. My life is chaotic enough at the moment and I can’t have other things to tear me down. Recently, I have been very sensitive to everything and even a little unnecessary stuff can be a cause for my outburst. For example, yesterday I was out of ice cream and I immediately started to cry because it was the only treat that relaxes me when I come back home from a very long day in college. Crazy isn’t it? To cry over ice cream?

“Chill, Ella. I’m sorry! I just had this very important conversation with my professor and it took a little while. It’s not going to happen again.” I lean my back against the seat and close my eyes. All I need is silence now. My head is killing me and I really desire to slip into my pajamas and sleep.

“Is it okay for you if I turn the radio on? It’s just boring and you ‘re not going to talk to me anyway,” Ella asks and she gets a nod from my side.

“Sure…” I say nothing anymore.

After she turns on a fancy radio channel, Ella starts the engine and we drive off. It will take us approximately 20 minutes to arrive at my apartment and while driving I spend my time with observing the buildings we pass by. The movements of the car along with the nice music coming from the radio is a perfect mix to make me fall asleep and I think it isn’t a bad idea to take a little nap. However as I am about to drift off, a voice I have not heard for a while sounds through the radio. His velvety voice. Kiwi starts to play and Ella immediately turns it off.

“I’m sorry, babes. I didn’t know,” she apologizes and blushes even though it’s not her fault. She’s the only one who knows about him and our break up. Nobody else in the world has an idea that I once used to date the most popular and successful British artist.

“No problem…” I croak. Hearing the sound of his voice after so many months of our break up causes another wave of pain in my heart. There is still this familiarity in his voice that I could have listened to for hours. I close my eyes and try to prevent tears to leave my eyes.

“(Y/N) are you okay, sweetheart?” Ella inquires with a hint of concern on her face.

“Just take me home, Ella,” is all she gets as a response from me. The walls I have tried to build the months after Harry has left me begin to crumble down just by a simple sound. Even though it is hard to admit, I still miss him so much although he was the one who gave up on us. He was the one who suggested it was the best way to go separate ways and he made this decision without my consent.

“You know, you don’t have to stay alone tonight.“ Ella soothes me. “You’re more than welcome to join Brandon and I to hang out. He loves you like a sister and a little bit of distraction will do you good. What do you think?” I would like to accept her offer however seeing couples being lovey dovey around me is something I cannot deal with at the moment. Not that I’m not happy for Ella and her boyfriend, I love them both as they were my siblings but it makes me realize that I have no one who cares for me anymore. Harry was gone. The love of my life is not here with me anymore. And it hurts beyond imagination.

“Thanks, El but I really need to be at home. I have lots of studies and projects going on and the sooner I deal with them the better.” By now she is parking in front of my apartment. I give her a soft kiss on her cheek. “See you later,” I tell her and get out.

The ache between my chest still remains as I run up the stairs to my apartment. I take out my key and unlock the door and enter my messy home. Another regular day where I just walk in to an empty apartment. Normally, Harry would always be there before me, cooking a meal for the both of us while he used to sing along to his favorite songs. I loved to watch him in this state. The silence in my apartment is just a reminder of what’s not there anymore.

I place my bag onto the ground and get rid of my jacket and shoes. Right after that, I go to the kitchen to grab a snack and a bottle of water. I head to my bedroom and sit in front of my desk and dwell myself into my studies. It has become my daily routine. Waking up, going to college, coming back and studying. I desperately search for ways of escaping reality and for me this routine is the only way to achieve my goal.

I take my notes and writings in my hand and start studying for the upcoming exams. However, from time to time I feel myself drifting off. A memory hits me suddenly, leaving me breathless.

“Come on babe, I need some loving here,” Harry pouted, laying on his stomach on my bed and waiting for me to cuddle with him.

“One minute,” I said, nibbling on my pen while trying to work on a paper sheet.

“(Y/N)…” He sighed and gets up, moving towards me and all I feel is his strong arms wrapping themselves around me and his breath on my neck. He placed soft kisses on my skin which caused a shiver running down my back. “You already said that 10 minutes ago.”

“I know, H. I’m sorry,” I sighed, rubbed my eyes and let him take my paper and placing it far away from me. He grabbed my hand and led me to my bed where he lied down at first, then opened his arms and I slipped between them. I loved being this close to him because he always radiated a sense of security and home. His one hand ran up and down my arms while his other hand was placed at the back of my head. His lips touched my forehead ever so softly and I felt complete in that moment.

“That’s how I like it,” he whispered. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and inhaled the sweet scent of his cologne.

“I wish I would be always like this. You and me.”

“It can be,” he told me. I looked up at him, our eyes met to a loving gaze.

“How?”

“When I marry you someday. And of course, when my job gets less chaotic.” His answer made my heart swell. Being with him forever until death did us part was something I wishedso badly.

“Will you still perform on stage then?”

“I think I will never stop making music but you know I don’t have always to perform in front of people. If things get serious between you and I and I can promise it will, I will definitely want to settle down and start a family. With you, love.”

I leaned in to connect our lips to a gentle kiss and we spent the rest of the day with many cuddling sessions and talking.

I shake my head and my heart feels so heavy. “You promised…” leaves my mouth.

The desire to continue my studies leaves and I push everything aside and stand up. It has become dark outside and the clock on my walls shows that we have 7 PM. I position myself on my bed, take my pillow and press it against my body. I really wonder how Harry is doing right now. Is he thinking about me like I do? Does he miss me? Does he regret the decision he has made?

I’ve seen plenty of pictures online and he never appears broken or sad. Quite the opposite: he always looks happy and is smiling on every photo the fans shoot. He seems to cope very well with our break up, leaving me being the one who probably suffers under such hurtful heartbreak. I have loved him so much, still do and I gave him everything I had without flinching an eyelash.

Even though it is hard to keep myself away from checking up on him, I still do because after today there is no way that I can relax when I do not see him.

I am about to take my phone as my notifications on Twitter goes on and I see that an update account that I use to follow has posted a picture of him. It leaves me breathless and my heart slams against my chest. He is currently in Shanghai it says.

He looks absolutely and indescribably beautiful and tears just begin to stream out of my eyes as I observe his perfectly shaped face. His hair is messy and curly as I remembered. His outfit consists only of black material which outlined the color of his eyes even more. I always have loved it when he wore black. It suits him so damn well and honestly there is nothing he could not wear without looking like a complete idiot.

A salty tear wets my display. “I’m sorry,” I whispered into silence, ”I’m sorry I could not be enough for you when you’re still the one I want.” I scroll further and find more pictures of him posing with his fans and signing autographs. The more I look at them the worse I feel and it ends with me burying my face between my hands and starting to sob.

There is no way I could ever move on. Harry has taken my heart and claimed it as his own, there was no chance I would ever get it back. While he would continue his life like nothing had happened between us, as if I do not exist, having another girlfriend, marrying her and having children, I would be still longing for him. My love for Harry is endless and it will always be that way. Even on my death bed I hope the last few words that will escape my mouth would be me telling how much I loved him through all these years.

“Why?” I sob. “Why did you leave me Harry? How will I live without you?”

It feels like it was yesterday as he ended things with me, tears covering his handsome face. I could tell he didn’t want this as much as I do but he still walked through that door and never came back.

“I’m sorry and I love you.” was the last thing I’ve heard from him. All the things he said about marriage and settling down with me have been nothing but a lie. A bittersweet lie. He made my hopes up only to crush them afterwards.

I have a look at Twitter again and the update account says Harry will perform at the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show. After reading the post, I click on Harry’s profile. I decide to send him one last message and after this one I will never ever bother him and try to continue living my life. As easy as it sounds, it is still the hardest challenge in my life.

I open the DM because I have no other possibility to contact him since I deleted his phone number after he left me. Why do I even do this to myself? Why do I torture myself like this? And what did I do to deserve being treated like this?

I’ve always supported him throughout his solo career, telling everybody that I know how brilliant his music is and even convinced them to buy his album and give him a chance to prove himself. I’ve been there when his mood was on downfall and anxiety played around with his mind. I’ve built him up with my love, with my admiration and devotion for him and he took all of this for granted.

Call me pathetic, stupid or whatever for still wanting him after he left me out of nowhere but if you had loved him as much as I do you would understand. You would understand that you would do anything in your power to keep someone with an amazing personality as Harry’s in your life. But I had failed. I have tried but obviously it was not enough.

I sob hard as I type short sentences, my fingers trembling as I try to form proper words. What would you tell someone if you know this would be the last time you would ever contact him? There are so many things in my mind, I could simply write an essay about my feelings however I don’t want to bother him any longer. He might become sick of me.

“I’m proud of who you become, H even if that meant to break my heart. I will always love you forever and I will never forget you. You will be endlessly in my mind. Go and rock that stage, my little dreamer. X.”

I contemplate for a little while if it’s a good idea to send him this message, it kinda sounds cheesy but what have I got to lose anyway? The person I have treasured and who had a huge amount of value in my eyes is gone anyway.

With a heavy heart and a bit of uneasiness consuming me, I press the send button and the message appears on the screen one more time. I observe it a few minutes and after that I inhale deeply, turn off my phone and lay it on my desk far away from me. I wonder how he will react to my message but for now I cannot deal with it.

I snuggle back into my bed, taking my pillow as a replacement for Harry. I cuddle against it and imagine he was still here with me, embracing my body with his strong arms and keeping me safe during the night.

“That’s it,” I whisper before I slowly drift to sleep. One tear flows down my sore cheek. “It’s over.”

If (Y/N) had known that on the other side of the world, a young man with green eyes and a wonderful dimpled smile is crying over her message like she had over him hours ago.

#harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles one shot #harry styles fluff #harry styles writing #harry styles angst #harry styles au imagine

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writing-in-riverdale · 8 years ago

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sick of waiting | jughead jones x reader

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written by: rosie

edited by: @jugheadxreaderinyourhead

anonymous said: hey! reader is in a coma (you be the one to give the reason) and np jughead never left her side. until one day he got tired of waiting and he soon gets into a relationship with betty. when the reader wakes up and learns about this, she’s absolutely heartbroken and jughead does everything to fix it. angst and sadness pleaseeee😂❤️ btw are you working on the next part of twin andrews?

chapter song: unsteady / x ambassadors

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i was awake, blinded by white lights and overwhelmed by the smell of sterile equipment. i feel my whole body starting to ache as i attempt to sit upright.

scanning my surroundings i take in the small hospital room, my mother huddled up in the corner on one of those uncomfortable plush chairs.

the memories come flooding back from that night

i was happy so happy i’d been in the city for going on six weeks when i got a text, the most amazing text i had ever seen in my entire life.

juggie: i chose you, come back. be with me.

so i was singing, singing my heart out to halsey’s new album, drumming my fingers against the steering wheel as i danced around in my leather seat to the beat of the music.

the text came later than i had expected but not even that could dull the bright light that lit up inside of me when my phone buzzed.

isn’t it ironic that the reason i left is the reason i'm coming back?

we’d argued, the worst that we’ve ever had.

i caught him getting cozy with betty in a booth at pop’s and that’s when it all blew up. we yelled, we screamed, we argued about how he had feelings for both of his best friends.

he couldn’t choose, between me and the blonde girl. so i decided for him, i packed up all my belongings, hopped into my car and drove upstate leaving everything behind.

the riverdale sign comes into view as i speed past, my heart rate growing as the distance between the two of us was shrinking.

the rain started coming in thick, i turn my music up over the loud gushing water pelts onto my windscreen. the sky’s dark and the road dimly lit by the tall street lights.

and that’s when it all went wrong.

i approached a red light, stopping as i continued to sing along to the music, my eyes closing for a brief second before reopening to a green light.

i move my foot to the gas and lurch forward, a smile covering my features as i was oblivious. i glance to the left to see a car, hurling in my direction- running a red light.

the next thing i know the bright head lights are flooding my vision, a crash fills my ears and my head is smashed into the dash board.

the car flips, and flips, and flips.

it feels like slow motion, every muscle in my body screaming at me to get out.

and that’s when everything fell silent, my vision blackened and all i could hear was faint sirens before i was pulled into oblivion.

i found myself struggling for breath, my head pounding. i scramble to press the call button.

tears stream down my face, my mother awakens from her slumber rushing toward me.

“mom?” my voice cracks

she pulls me in for a bone crashing hug as i sob into her shoulder the nurse rushing in, yelling a bunch of different words, fiddling with the machines that litter my room.

“where is he?” i ask wiping my wet cheeks as the re check my vitals both concern and relief written all over he nurses faces.

“get doctor adams in here now”

“mom- where is he?” i croak

my doctor walks in swiftly a smile on his face as he approaches me, reading over my file before talking to my nurses then to my mother, a happy cry escaping her lips.

“mom?”

my doctor smiles at me “how are you feeling?”

i shift in my bed, my head in a dull ache.

“i feel fine- how long was i out?”

silence fills the room, the nurses filing out leaving just myself, my mother and doctor adams.

“8 months- after your surgery you slipped into a coma, we’ve all been waiting for you to wake up, we weren’t sure you even would”

i cover my mouth a single tear falling down my face “oh my god”

my mother places a comforting hand on my knee “i can take you home” she smiles.

my smile falls when i notice the lack of company in this small hospital room “mom where’s jug?”

my doctor glances at my mother tucking my clipboard pounder his arm “i'll go get the discharge papers ready”.

i sit up, happiness filling me as i swing my legs out of my bed- still feeling slightly weak. but i guess that’s what you get spending 8 months in a hospital.

“let’s get you dressed- doctor adams has crutches for you to use” she replies standing from her position from her bed, avoiding my question.

“i can get dressed on my own- where’s jughead? i thought he’d be here?” i stifle a laugh picking up a bunch of fresh clothes.

“he was here, for 6 months. he waited by your bed everyday, they all did.” she pauses “archie brought his guitar and he’d play for you, the girls brought pop’s in hopes it’d wake you”.

i swallow the lump in my throat.

“he spent everyday in that chair- waiting, hoping for you to wake up. he’d be here for hours, talking to you about everything- but you never woke up” he voice cracks.

“what are you saying mom?” i question my heart starting to ache.

“you didn’t wake up- he couldn’t stay forever y/n, he left and i haven’t seen him since”

i hold back tears as i rush into the hospital bathroom quickly changing out of that horrible blue gown. he left he chose me, but he still left

when i needed him the most he left.

the ride back home was quiet, my mother sharing uneasy glances at me. like i was a grenade, she was waiting for me to explode.

we drive past pop’s and a million memories flash before me.

“oh c'mon vanilla is the best milkshake you can get - just try it” i giggle turning to face the brunette in the small booth, my legs sprawled over his lap.

“spoken by someone who has never tried a chocolate milkshake” jughead teases his hands on my legs.

“oh c'mon i’ve tried chocolate, it’s just not as good” i sassed scooping some cream onto my finger, sucking it clean.

he watches me intently, the infamous jones smirk on his gorgeous face.

“oh is that so miss l/n?” he challenged.

“yes it is- can you do this with a chocolate-” i pause picking up a fry and dipping into my glass and popping it into my mouth.

i moan a smirk twitches on my lips, i giggle taking another sip of my milkshake.

i look toward him and he chuckles “you’ve got a little something on your lip”

i blush, as he edges closer to me bringing his hands up to my cheeks, pressing our lips together.

a smile grows on my lips as i press my forehead against his, “i guess vanilla isn’t that bad” he teases.

“you okay sweetheart?” my mother asks, moving her hand over to my arm in attempt to comfort me.

“pull over” i croak out “please mum- pull over”

she looks away sadly, pulling into the dirt track. the rain making it hard to see the neon red sign of the diner in the distance.

“honey-” i shake my head cutting my mother off as i release my seat belt working on opening the door.

“sweetie it’s raining, it’s cold-”

“i have to do this” i mutter opening the door and slipping out of the car, the cold air whipping at my face as the rain pelts down.

i rush across the road heading toward the car park spotting archie’s familiar truck before i walk into pop’s the bell dinging as i enter.

i push my wet hair out of my face as i look around the lit up diner. i turn and spot them, sitting in our usual booth.

a smile works onto my face until i watch the brunette boy wrap his arms around the blonde next to him, i freeze my mouth agape as i glance down the aisle.

“miss l/n!” pop exclaims clamping a hand on my shoulder a smile wide on his face “you’re awake!” he cheers.

the group turns at the commotion, shock evident on their features as they take me in. not believing i was really here.

archie and veronica were the first to move, rushing from their side of the booth. the raven haired girl got to you first throwing herself at you.

next was the red headed boy that you missed dearly, he wrapped you up in his long arms rocking you in his hold, tears streaming down our faces.

i let out a small chuckle before i notice betty in front of me, she lurches forward and pulls me into a hug that i'm not sure i should return, my hands lingering at my sides.

she pulls away and stands back with the others, i glance up to see the beanie boy slouched in the booth a sad scowl on his lips as he catches my eye.

“i can’t i'm sorry” i turn on my heels and sprint out of the diner, salty tears invading my face.

“y/n wait!” i hear jughead call but i ignore him until i'm standing in the middle of the carpark, the rain drowning out his yells.

“y/n!”

i spin on my heels my wet hair sticking to my face as my eyes meet with his, he stuffs his hands deep into his jean pockets as he walks closer to me.

“i'm sorry” he apologises, his voice seeming to crack.

“you didn’t wait” i cry back tears streaming down my face getting lost in the rain drops.

“i was sick of waiting!” he yells frustrated removing his beanie and scrunching it up in his palms.

“you were sick of waiting?!- i drove upstate just to give you space to choose and you did and i came back- i came back for you” i continue to yell dropping to my knees.

my head falls into my hands as i realised that the whole time i was out betty had managed to get the jump on him.

“that’s different and you know it- you were in a coma! they told me that you’d probably never wake up- that you’d want me to be happy”

i stand up sniffling looking the boy dead in the eyes.

“i wanted you to be happy with me”.

and with that i turned onto my heels and took off running through the car park taking no caution when i fled across the road, horns blaring as i hopped into my mums car.

“i can’t stay here anymore”.

#jughead imagine #jughead jones imagines #jughead jones x reader #jughead jones #riverdale #riverdale imagines

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dontshootmespence · 8 years ago

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Becoming Real: Mommy Panic

In this installment of Becoming Real, Diana and Michael struggle with new parenthood, much like Spencer and Luke did in the second ever installment of this series (this is 97 btw), so they ask for help from the grandparents brigade, and Spencer, Luke, JJ and Will come to the rescue. <3 @coveofmemories @the-slytherin-ice-queen @cosmicjennifer @mxolh @ultrarebelheart @remember-me-forever-silent-angel @tinyplanet-explorers @burnbrightdoll

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The second they had driven away from the hospital, with Diana and baby Molly in the back seat, Diana started to panic. She was now thrown into that crazy thing called motherhood at full speed with no time for adjustment, and it was really, really terrifying. “You okay, babe?” Michael asked. He was pretty sure Diana was snapping the band on her wrist - something she still did on occasion to allay anxiety. “We’re gonna be okay.”

“I know,” she said. And she did, truly, but being a mom was scary. She wouldn’t trade Molly for anything in the world, but it didn’t make being a mom any less scary. “I just know we are gonna get so overwhelmed, and I still have to graduate medical school in a couple weeks and obtain an internship. It’s just...a lot.”

Michael nodded, turning the car onto the block where they lived. “I know, but you’re my Wonder Woman. You’ll be okay, and we’re lucky enough to have the help of all four grandparents.”

“I’m your Wonder Woman?” she asked, touched, but also a little confused by the sentiment. “What do you mean?”

As they pulled back up to the apartment complex, Michael came around to Diana’s side of the car and opened the door. Molly was okay for a second, so he pulled his wife out of the car and gave her a hug. “Yea. You can do it all. You’re smart. You’re tough. You never give up. You’re nice to other people. You want the best for everyone and you managed to be pregnant and still excel in your classes. You’ve never gotten anything under an A minus, and in med school, I would say that’s saying something. You’re Wonder Woman. My Wonder Woman.” Michael gave her a peck on the nose and then picked up the diaper bag while she picked up Molly like she was the most delicate paper doll.

“When we get inside can you take her while I clean up?” she asked. Given that she was a medical student, she learned these things, but so many women didn’t know that you could go through extensive bleeding after having a baby, and it was all completely natural. By the feeling, she was pretty that Molly wasn’t the only one who was going to need to wear a diaper for the next few weeks.

“Yea,” Michael laughed. She’d already warned him of what happened to women after birth, and he, like most men and women, had absolutely no idea. Once inside, she went to the bathroom, cleaned herself up and went back outside to feed the baby. She’d already made plans with all of her professors and the clerkship so that she wouldn’t be missing much while still being home with Molly. “You okay?”

Diana nodded sleepily, placing her nipple in front of Molly’s mouth. “Yea, but the entire birthing and after birth process, although natural, is fucking gross.”

Michael snorted under his breath and got up to do the dishes they’d left before going to the hospital. “You do that,” he said. “You have the portable food. I’ll do the dishes.”

Thank god she had Michael, her fathers and her in-laws, because by the sleep in her eyes, she was pretty sure the first few weeks (until she graduated) were going to be hell.

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While the first few days had been hectic, both of them spending all their time with the baby, the next few days allowed them to fall into a rhythm. Although tired, she felt like they were working well together. Molly seemed like a happy baby and they were going through more diapers than Diana every thought possible, but they were good...until she needed to start doing some of her class work...at home.

She’d feel an insane amount of guilt every time Molly cried and she couldn’t be there, because she needed to get her work done. “Baby,” Michael said as Diana sobbed. “We’re going to be fine and neither of us will be able to be there for everything okay?”

“I know,” she cried, “But it’s hard.”

By the second week, both of them were absolutely exhausted. “Daddy?” Diana asked sleepily into the phone.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Spencer said, alarmed at the sound of Diana’s voice. “I think we’re dying. Michael and I are so tired...he’s calling JJ and Will, can you all come over? Need sleep.”

Spencer chuckled softly. It felt like only yesterday he’d made the same call to JJ. “Yea, baby,” he said. “Dad and I will be over in a few.”

Diana and Michael barely managed to keep their eyes open, but they made it until reinforcements came in. “I don’t know why she’s crying and I did schoolwork this morning, and I’m really tired.”

“I know,” Luke said, kissing his daughter on the forehead. “The two of you take a nap. We’ll wait for JJ and Will.” Spencer took Molly from Diana’s arms, holding her in such a way that Molly immediately quieted.

She was about to break down, ask what she was doing wrong that she couldn’t get her own baby to stop crying, but she was too tired. “Thank you,” she said softly. “Wake us up if you need us.”

As Diana and Michael went inside, Spencer and Luke couldn’t help but laugh to themselves. “Who would’ve known we’d ever be here? Same position, more than 20 years later.”

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When the new parents woke up two hours later, JJ and Will were there also. JJ and Luke were cooking and Will and Spencer were taking care of Molly, changing what was probably Molly’s 80th diaper. “Oh, you’re awake,” JJ said, coming over to kiss both of them. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” Michael said. “Not great, but better. Babies are hard.”

“If that ain’t true, I don’t know what is,” Will said, holding a now sleeping Molly in his arms. “She’s been fine though.” “Of course,” Diana said, “She’s good for you, but Mommy, nooooooo.”

“We felt the same way,” Spencer said.

JJ chimed in. “Us too. But don’t worry, we made food for the next few days, Molly’s been fine, and we also did some laundry.”

“I love you all,” Diana sighed, leaning her head into Michael’s upper arm. “I think we’re good from here.”

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A few days later, Diana had to go in to take a couple of tests. Her professors had allowed work to be done at home so she could focus on Molly, but they needed her in for the tests, so Michael was on his own. It would be about a half hour alone before he called his mother for help, but whatever, he was a first time dad and this was hard.

It took Diana nearly four hours to complete all the exams she needed to take, and she was pretty sure she was only going to B’s, but all things considered, she’d take it. “Hey, babe,” she said as she walked in the door. “How are you doing? How’s Molly?”

“She’s good,” he said, staring down to where he was holding her little hand. “Not going to lie, I did call mom.”

Diana could not care less, as long as everyone was happy and healthy. As she sat down at his side, she reached out for Molly. She’d only been gone a few hours, but she’d missed her little two-week-old baby girl. “I missed her.”

“It’s weird how that happens, right?” he asked. “I miss her when I go to the bathroom for fucks sake.” Diana laughed as much as her energy would allow, leaning her head into Michael’s shoulder as Molly slept soundly in her arms. Staring down, she felt a mix of emotions. She was a bit sad, which could be “baby blues” or the start of postpartum depression, she’d have to keep on eye on it, but she was also tired, happy, and a so full of love. The little cheeks were getting fuller. Molly was getting accustomed to new sounds. Her eyes, when open, were taking in all the new wonders of the world, while Diana and Michael only saw one wonder - Molly.

#otp: it's all good #spencer reid x luke alvez #spencer reid #luke alvez #reidvez #ralvez #dontshootmespence #becoming real

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suffering-matsu · 8 years ago

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Sextuplets reacting to hearing their s/o not only died, but it happened the day after a huge argument with their Matsu (who was actually on their way to apologize before hearing the news)? Bonus: The last thing the Matsus said to their s/o was an angry "I don't care if I ever see you again" or "Just get away from me already!"

I combined these two, I hope it’s okay!!Also, this is kinda short, sorry.Suicidal thoughts tw for Ichimatsu, btw.- Mod ShiraOsomatsu:Osomatsu is shocked. They are dead. He had spent so much time with them, getting drunk, laughing, joking around… Oh god. They are dead, they are gone. He takes a deep breath, clutching his fists, biting his lip. He can’t even remember who told him, who opened the door for him. It had to be one of ___’s family members. His own voice echoes through his head; “I don’t care if I ever see you again!”. Osomatsu feels sick, he feels dizzy. He just wants to apologise, he loves his precious ___ so, so much. But now they are gone. Forever. He doesn’t know what to do, he feels absolutely hopeless. He lost them. And it’s all his fault. If he wouldn’t have said those things, they wouldn’t have left. They wouldn’t have died. Osomatsu is so angry at himself, he feels his whole body tense up. He shakes his head, still biting down onto his lip. Blood is dripping down his chin. But he doesn’t care. Nothing is worth caring anymore without them.Karamatsu:He drops the roses he was holding. ___ is … dead? This can’t be true, can it?His eyes fill with tears and in the next moment he is sobbing loudly. He doesn’t care about who watches him, what comments they make. He just stands in front of ___’s door, crying.They are the only one who cared for him, who spend time with him without mocking him. Hell, they even wore matching clothes. He misses them, he misses them so much. It hurts so, so bad. It is his fault, isn’t it? It is, it is, it is. He wants to apologise, he has to, but how can he now? He collapses onto his knees, leaning against the door, staring at the sunset. Oh, what a beautiful day it is. Perfect day for a walk. But the person he wants to spend time with is gone, forever. He doesn’t know why but he just starts singing their favourite song. He sang it together with ___ very often and it hurts so much right now, singing these word without them. He was alone now. Choromatsu:“I’m – ”, he manages to say before the door slammed shut. His breath hitches, he tumbles back and almost falls. He keeps staring at the door, he can’t breathe. His vision is blurry and his mind is still processing the words he just heard. Accident. Car accident. Dead. ___ died. No, this can’t be. No, no, no. He lets out a miserable sob. How could this happen?! He didn’t control himself yesterday, he wanted them to leave but now..? He still can’t breathe. It’s all too much. He wants to numb the pain but he doesn’t know how. He wants to stop thinking about it, about them, but he can’t. He knows he said awful things to ___. And he knows he can’t take them back anymore. He wants to scream. He knows it’s all to late now. He still has so much to say to ___. But he’s too late.“It’s all my fault”, he cries. People are staring at him. He covers his face with his hands and cries harder, the pain rushing over him. He can’t take this. “Oh god, oh god.”, he sobs, his voice cracking. He wants everything to stop, he can’t take the pain, he can’t take the overwhelming guilt.Ichimatsu: Ichimatsu doesn’t say a word, he stares at the ground, waiting for ___’s mother to close the door. He can’t even bring himself to apologise to her, he’s ashamed of himself. No, not ashamed. He is furious. “You don’t even have anything to say?”, ___’s mother asks. Ichimatsu bites his lip. He can’t do it. He can’t force himself to say he’s sorry. He is trembling violently. He hears the door shut. I know I’m a failure. I know I didn’t deserve ___. They deserved better. I’m just trash.He doesn’t move, he’s still standing in front of the door, fists clenched, biting his lip, shaking. He shakes his head. It’s over. They are gone. It’s his fault.Ichimatsu wants to die. He wants to take ___’s place. They should be alive. He is the person who screamed at them, who told them to leave, who said all those disgusting things to them. He deserved to be dead, not ___. It hurts so bad and he doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t want to go home, he doesn’t want to see anyone right now. He doesn’t even want to pet cats. He wants to be alone.He thinks of ___’s family. They probably hate him. He hates himself too.Jyushimatsu: His smile fades and his eyes widen. “They died?”, he asks, almost shouting. “Yes. ___ told me they needed some fresh air because of an argument and ..well, they..” ___’s mother can’t bring herself to say it. She wipes away her tears. “I’m so.. so sorry..”, Jyushimatsu says. He hasn’t realised it fully. It all felt like a weird dream. “Listen, Jyushimatsu, I know you were a good boyfriend. I don’t know what happened yesterday but I believe you didn’t mean it.” “I just-” Jyushimatsu starts to sob. “Wanted to apologise!” ___’s mother is surprised by Jyushimatsu’s reaction. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I love them so much, I’m so sorry, I didn’t want this, oh god, I’m so sorry!”, he sobs, tears rolling down his cheeks. “I miss them, I miss them so much, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to hurt them. I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.” He covers his face with his hands, sobbing violently as ___’s mother stares at him. “I know, Jyushimatsu. They loved you too.” Jyushimatsu nods, still crying. “They loved your smile.”, ___’s mother said. “So would you promise them – and me – something? Please keep smiling. They wouldn’t want you to be sad.” Todomatsu:He leaves immediately. He can’t stay here no longer. He’s been here with ___ so often. Oh god, ___ is gone, they won’t come back, he’s alone now. He looks around, he needs something to distract himself but everything reminds him of ___. It hurts and he cries, walking faster without knowing where he’s actually going. He just needs to be away, needs to clear his mind, maybe smoke, maybe drink but maybe just cry. Tears are streaming down his face, his make-up is smudged but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t know where to go. His stomach hurts, he feels sick. Todomatsu trips and lands on his hands. He’s lying on the ground, he’s dirty but he doesn’t want to get up. It hurts. The thought of ___ hurts so much. It leaves him powerless, he doesn’t to move, he can’t move. He can’t handle the pain, he can’t handle loosing ___. It’s too much.It starts to rain. He still doesn’t get up. He just wants to apologise, scream his apology out. He just wants them back, he wants to hold them, kiss them and tell them how much he loves them. But it’s too late now.

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