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blackgirlwhowrites2k23 · 7 months ago

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A/N: Inconsistency is my middle name💀. But here’s this idea that came to my mind that I just HAD to write. Also sorry if the emojis look terrible, I wrote some of this on my phone, some on my iPad and then the rest on my computer so the format is kinda crazy.

Summary: You’re a well renowned actress and bachelorette that many have been trying to get at. Unfortunately, you never gave them the time of day. Until, someone comes along.

Possible Continuation: This may (emphasis on may because you know me💀) be a part of series I’m planning on doing. If not, I'll just come back and delete this paragraph and pretend nothing happened.

You have one message from...(Jamal Musiala)

Part 1:

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yourusername: Can’t believe how far I’ve come! Taking home not one, but three. Forever blessed💕 🙏🙏🙈

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fan1 WOW. WOW. WOW.

fan2 W actress >>>>

zendaya Words cannot describe how proud I am of you 🥹❤️❤️❤️

↪️yourusername Love you loads🥹💕💕

fan1 Did I mention WOWWWW😍😍

fan3 Ok, but who’s doing it like Y/N. 3 Back to Back,!?!?! Literally making history🥳😍😍😩

fan4 Y’all peep all the athletes in her likes and comments. I wonder how many are in her dms👀🫣

↪️fan5 Shiiittt. Im in them too!!😭😭💯💯

↪️fan4 Me too🤦‍♂️

skaijackson YUP!! I know that’s right!!💁🏾‍♀️👸🎉🎉

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Yourusername: Party, afterparty, after party🥳🎉

Tyla: The prettiest!!!

↪️ yourusername: And that's what they prefer😝🤩

↪️ tyla: LMAOOO love that!💖💖💖

Judebellingham: 😍😍

↪️random1_Hey Jude??🤨...

random2: The way both Jude and Jamal started following her at about the same time.

↪️random3: Real ones know he's been lurking for a fat minute now!!

↪️random2: Guess I'm not a real one. Who?

↪️random3: Mr. Jude Victor Bellingham

↪️random4: And she's liked some of his pics, even though they don't follow eachother. Looks like Musiala already lost LOL

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The weight of exhaustion presses down on you as you sink into the comfort of your bed. It's been a relentless week, filled with auditions, interviews, and movie filming sessions. The tranquility of your bedroom offers a brief respite from the chaos that typically surrounds your life.

But of course, that doesn't last forever.

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand. You debate ignoring it, anyone texting at this time falls into one of two categories—people who are wayy too thirsty for their own good and miserable haters. For some reason tonight, perhaps out of boredom or a faint hope for something different, you decide to check.

You received one instagram notification from JamalMusiala10

The name doesn't immediately register with you since it's so late and your mind is still heavy with sleep, but you open the message anyway.

You groan inwardly, already regretting your decision to open the message. Jamal Musiala—the famous soccer player that plays for that German team? Bayern? You only recently got into football, so there was still much for you to learn but you're pretty sure that's who he is. You'll stalk his socials tomorrow.

For now, though, what could he possibly want from you? It's 2 in the morning. Again, he's either wayyyy too thirsty or maybe he's a possible hater?

How's it hanging?!?!?

This boy can NOT be serious.

You can't help but stifle a laugh at his attempt at casual banter. Is he a middle-aged white dad?

Wayy too thirsty it is! Never fails.

To be continued…..

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snowddeong · 10 months ago

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Already had an idk how long hour rant session with Sarah about this shit but I'm still so annoyed so part 2 lmao

It's so profoundly frustrating and discouraging how itzy continues to be mistreated in every fucking facet you can imagine for the sin of literally being successful, talented women.

They're literally div 2's bottom line but the company acts like they're doing the girls a favour by even posting about their cbs on the accs that were literally made to promote itzy. We are just now getting some semblance of tiktok freedom 5 years into their career meanwhile idols that debuted after them have their own instagrams and their juniors in the same company have more freedom on all sorts of socials. We've confirmed that div 2 flubs so many of their opportunities for who knows what fucking reason after what happened with the CK Yeji event. And most importantly everything to do with Jisu — never fucking protecting her in any way, overwork, stifling her and the other girls' creativity, not utilising her voice well and every other fucking stupid thing they've done that's definitely made what she's going through so much worse. The girls are a cash grab to that fucking company (to the point we literally first learned about the cb and tour in the same post that was announcing Jisu's diagnosis) and they're not even allowed to express any frustration or sadness over that because "that's not professional" and they'd probably lose everything they've worked so hard for.

If they look sad you're not supposed to acknowledge to it or sympathise with it or treat them as human beings because it's "funny" to joke about how they want to get off work and anyway they're idols who gives af about idols anyway right? So called midzys are more concerned about making unfunny jokes than actually getting to know these girls. Every mf will say "ot5" then turn around and straight up hating certain members. Dehumanisation has become so fucking normalised in midzyville but then mfs will act surprised that the company gets away with this very obvious exploitation and mistreatment. If you view these human beings as a product that you can say whatever tf you want about on sites that you know they frequent because "it's just a joke lol" ofc the mfs presenting them as a product are going to benefit from it 😭

Then you have fuckass bitchass shitstain mnet and their hate boner for itzy. The largest number of most viewed videos on choom, the first choom performance to get more than 50 million views that's still consistently gaining more and more views, the first mix and max vid to get 50 million that's also still gaining views and gagged the kpop space so hard that Bebe Rexah released a korean specific version of break my heart myself and performed at fucking kcon because of Ryujin and Yeji, and their MAMA 2021 being the most iconic performance of that night (to the point that mnet decided to call back to it again last year mind you). You'd think wow hey these guys get us views let's be nice to them and keep them around.... but nah, deleted their iconic fucking performance that gave their boring award show relevance, deleted their debut stage, don't invite them to choom anymore, didn't even send ryeji their trophy or record something for Yeji when she got hers and then the bullshit that went on today lmao. Like it's so fucking obvious and you have to wonder WHY ffs

I have nothing against the group that won even though some of their stans are the most disgusting scum of the earth but like surely.... the numbers did not make sense. Even if you say itzy's digital points were too high okay fine that's just affirming that mnet isn't very honest with their numbers. They deleted itzy's untouchable stage for who knows what fucking reason then uploaded it later with reset views. How tf am I supposed to believe all this was above board when we've been beating that fandom in voting CONSISTENTLY even if they mobilised fandoms to help okay fine but did they enlist the whole of stantwt or something lmao how tf was the difference that great? Why were the sns scores so fucking weird when itzy untouchable shorts have consistently more views? Why is it "cope" or being a sore loser to call foul play when there's so much pointing to it being that AND mnet has a history of rigging??? The only real answer is it's because this happened to a girl group and specifically because this happened to itzy. They released one song people didn't like and suddenly deserve every terrible that happens to them is deserved and just "midzys complaining about nothing". And when it gets to a point where even the girls seem visibly frustrated and dissapointed? "Nah they just want to go home early lol don't read too much into it don't care"

This is so long and I feel like I could go on forever but tldr I just wish better for them man 🫠 every group is unique and important in their own way but itzy are really once in a lifetime performers. I know there's no such thing as a perfect world where everything goes smoothly especially for girl groups but fuck is it too much to ask for a little respect on their names and for everyone to leave them tf alone at the bare minumum 😭 itzy is the only group under div 2 just fucking do your jobs lmaooo

#snowdd.txt #big ol rant lmao

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forthisguycalledarol · 5 days ago

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Came across this blog while I was deleting apps on my phone. And wow. Hahaha. I don’t know what to feel. I guess I’m a little bit sad but also thankful. We both wouldn’t be in our positions right now if everything didn’t happen the way it happened.

We never really talked about what happened. I tried reaching out, to officially put things to end or idk maybe just talk about what happened, but I guess you didn’t really need it. Looking at it now, I still don’t know how to feel to be honest. I’m caught between wanting an explanation just for being civil (I mean we were once friends, more than that even), AND not really needing an explanation because do I really need it anyway?? Hahahaha.

There are LOTS of questions in my mind still. And once in a while, you pass through my mind and I can’t help but question and wonder about what happened. You came home, we went on a date, and you made such a sweet declaration of your love to me, but I wasn’t ready at that time. I told you my reason. But still, you said, to let you. And so I agreed. You tried to reach out twice but I was in a dark place then so I didn’t really want to drag you there. But you were so amazing. I enjoyed our time together. You even picked me up from Antipolo!!! Hays. I felt so loved and cared back then. But I was also anxious meeting you because I was struggling. You were so perfect, literally the man I dreamed about, my ultimate crush for YEARS, and there I was, full on hating myself and just got out of a scandalous relationship. I was terrified and I didn’t want to spoil your vacation with me being the way I was then. And I guess you didn’t want that either because you disappeared. And the next thing I know, you’re with someone. I was shocked to say the least, hurt even. But don’t feel bad about it please. I don’t need your apology either because you don’t need to apologize for that. I am happy you found love at that time.

Lem, I am really happy for you. I muted your stories and posts on instagram way before, back when I was being a bitch and bitter about everything haha, but really, I am genuinely happy for you. I am also happy to report that I am too. And thank you, still, for everything.

I remember we talked about this blog of mine before and how I write about you from time to time. I told myself I’d only give the link to this to you once I’m certain that I am over us. I think I have been for a while now. I think you as well. (i actually forgot about this already hahaha)

You know about how lines are just made of points? We can put points everywhere to make lines meet. I think maybe we are just meant to be intersecting lines. We were given a chance to meet at one point of our lives, but we drifted off only to never have that point to meet again. Still, I am glad we got that one point hehe.

Thank you, Lem. For everything. Stay happy.

All the best,

Joy 😊

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halaboyz · 3 years ago

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10 | anti-romantic.

word count: 1.1k, image after text. warnings: profanities, mentions of alcohol, blood and fiddling

"Delete that," Younghoon groans, rolling his eyes as you chuckle, your fingers hovering over the countless pictures you just took of him after posting the one on Instagram. "I look hideous,"

"Not to me," You winked at him, finally settling your phone down the table, your hand immediately flying to one of the glasses in front of you to chug down the drink.

Younghoon just stares in slight disgust at how fast it went down your throat, despite its burning taste. He wonders how much you've drunk for you to be so used to the hundreds of tastes of every alcohol you've ordered.

And for the first time outside his circle, outside the people of his comfort zone, he sighs.

"Are you okay?" He asks and feels a little relieved that he's finally gotten to ask the question he's been bugging to ask you since the last time he saw you in his bar.

"Oh, is this you worrying about me? The infamous Kim Younghoon?" You gasp exaggeratedly, craning your neck at him. "Damn, I didn't know you'd fall for me that fast,"

Younghoon scoffs in disbelief, blinking continuously at you.

"You're unbelievable." He just mumbles for the both of you to hear, ordering a non-alcoholic drink instead of the vodka displayed right in front the both of you.

"What? Why are you ordering a mocktail... in a fucking bar," You question, your eyebrows meeting.

"You're going to get drunk and I can't afford to get myself drunk now, can I?" Younghoon says in a matter-of-fact manner, raising his brows at you.

"Right. This is where you tell me you like me now," You nod, purposefully making an expecting face as you wait for him to say something.

"You know," Younghoon sighs in bewilderment, turning to look at you. "It must be hard with your sense of direction..." He shoots you a small, almost fake smile.

"Huh?" You raise your eyebrows curiously, waiting for him to continue with a growing smirk.

"...not being able to find a fucking way to a decent pick-up line," His face falls to a poker face, earning a wholehearted laugh from you because wow, that was smooth— even though it wasn't any benefit for you.

Younghoon feels his world slowing down in an impossible way as soon as he heard the melodious laugh, heartbeat picking up its pace when he looked at your face.

It was his first time feeling this, and he wasn't dumb enough to know what was happening to him.

He wasn't going to deny it, but he also won't be acknowledging it too.

"That was good," Your voice snaps him back to reality, the world now turning normally again. "I'm giving you a point with that," Younghoon rolls his eyes for the nth time, chugging a good amount of the mocktail that just arrived right on time.

"Why did you want to drink anyway?" He asks, keeping his eyes on the shelf of drinks in front of him because he was scared that he might not focus on your words when he looks at your eyes. "On a very late hour, too,"

"You act as if we have school tomorrow," You chuckle, "And you don't need any reason to drink, Younghoon." You wiggled on your seat, taking another glass of vodka to drink in one go.

"And with me," He adds, "Not with your closest friends, someone who's almost a stranger." He feels a tinge of stinging sensation in his chest which he chooses to ignore because, in all honesty, his own words were the opposite of what he felt and wanted.

He wanted to get to know you, you just wouldn't let him— though not just him.

"You're not almost a stranger," You sigh, and you think that if you keep it today too, you think you're going to burst. "One time... I was the biggest believer in love. Just like any other hopeful person, I wanted nothing but to meet someone who'll love me how much I love them," You start, the glass twirling by the end of your index.

Younghoon quietly listens, his chest feeling heavy with every word you say. He feels special, knowing that you haven't told anyone about this.

"My parents were the biggest reason why I was so excited in meeting the love I wanted. They were... happy. Happily in love, happily married, happily living together, we were a happy family. They showed more than I could ever explain... Until I could." You continued, giving Younghoon a bitter smile. "Until I could explain why they showed more than they were happily in love, happily married, happily living together... And how we were a happy family."

Younghoon turns to look at you, the bitter smile remaining as your eyes teared up at the memory.

"It was all an act. I was the only one who was happy in the family. Because under their smiles, hid the silent arguments they had whenever I was asleep or at school, or just simply when I wasn't looking. Under the loving eyes that looked at me and them at each other, were the tears that were shed along with the marriage." You look down at your fiddling fingers, sighing when you pricked at your nails, a small of blood coming out.

"My biggest reason for finding love... Gone. And I was convinced that it doesn't exist because it could live with fake smiles, fake laughter, fake words, fake everything."

You weren't even drunk, to begin with. Hell, Younghoon could spread this story right this second to the whole of your university, and everyone would make fun of you. You didn't trust anyone, even Dami and Siyeon about this, but something about Younghoon... just makes your vulnerability pour out in front of him.

"When I saw my mother crying after my dad left, like any other psycho would do..." You chuckled bitterly, looking at your glass. "...I made everyone believe that it doesn't exist. I want everyone to believe it doesn't exist."

Younghoon sighs as he scoots closer to you, getting the band-aid that was in his backpack for god knows what reasons. He was thankful he had it. Carefully reaching for your hand that was unconsciously fisted to stop the sting from spreading, he lets the tensed fingers extend to its comfort to put the band-aid on your bleeding thumb.

"Stop fiddling with your fingers," He sternly lectures, getting your other hand to examine. His heart breaks when he sees your calloused fingers and palm, probably from the habitual fiddling you did. "Thank you for telling me."

He sighs once more, setting your hands down to look at you. Broken and vulnerable, sad and hopeless. But when you wiped your tears, the smug smile returns to your face and he was ready for whatever playfulness was to spill out— he preferred that.

"Why aren't you obsessed with me like everyone else is?"

anti-romantic ༺ ch. 09 | ch. 10 | ch. 11

PAIRING: the boyz’ kim younghoon x fem! reader | featuring q, new, and dreamcatcher’s dami and siyeon GENRE: social media au, fluff, angst, attempt at humor and flirting NOTES: ITS FINALLY REVEALED THANK GOD

SUMMARY: flirting was one of the facades you put up to shield yourself with what they called love. you loved playing with people’s feelings, especially those who shook you off their shoulders. apparently, that’s what younghoon did.

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sunookkii · 3 years ago

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11:22 P.M

I think I’m falling for you

Pairing : Sunghoon x Reader

Genre : friends 2 lovers?

Warnings : sunghoon

Master list here

It’s past midnight and you still couldn’t sleep. Making you shift from side to side, it was no use you just couldn’t help but stay awake. Time started ticking and you couldn’t find yourself to fall asleep quick enough making you easily get frustrated. You try to scroll on your phone through Instagram to make your eyes strained so they can be sleepy, but that didn’t work. You tried making fake scenarios in your head to dream quicker but that also didn’t work. A few seconds after you hear a small buzzing sound through your cellphone which made you shift from your side to pick it up from your bed-side table. You see a name pop up ‘Sunghoon’, your friend Sunghoon had texted you in the middle of the night, what did he want?

Heyy ignore this,, cuz tumblr does this thing where it deletes sentences when you use the ‘keep reading’ so if this sentence doesn’t delete just ignore it lol tyy

🐧 : “are you awake”

“yeah lol how did you know”

🐧 : “lmao i didn’t i was just checking” “anyway do you wanna go ice skating w me”

“ure crazy it’s literally almost 2 in the morning”

🐧 : “ure boring, just come it’ll be fun”

“I don’t know how to skate”

🐧 : “I’ll teach you”

“Okay fine, I’ll be there in five minutes”

🐧 : “k”

You couldn’t fall asleep anyway so might as well you thought to yourself. You quickly put on some clothes, still trying to look presentable you wore black shorts with a simple white tee followed by a style grey zip up something like this. It wasn’t much but you still managed to look good. You brought your bag and keys then off you went. The skating rink wasn’t far from your home luckily for you since you were lazy to walk. Out of all the times he could’ve invited you to the ice rink why did he ask you to come in the. Middle of the night you wondered. A few minutes past by and you already arrived at the skating rink, once you enter the doors you pick up a pair of skates which were your size before you entered the rink. Right when you entered you were greeted by a graceful Sunghoon skating ever so beautifully in his grey hoodie. You barely got to see him skate so when he does you were definitely wowed. He waved at you before skating towards you.

🐧 : “Hey took you long enough”

“well at least I’m here” you said giving him a glare.

You try your best to put on the skates and to tie them tightly so they don’t fall off. You weren’t really educated on how to put them on so you had a bit of difficulty. Sunghoon quickly saw how you were struggling and got down on his knees to help you tie your skates without saying anything.

🐧 “There, is it okay?”

“yeah,, thanks,..”

He hurriedly skated off making you follow behind. He went quite far from you forgetting that you didn’t know how to skate so you can easily fall. You try your best to skate towards him before suddenly falling. Ouch. Rubbing you bum because that’s the place where you fell. “I told you i dont know how to skate” you said a bit frustrated before getting up, skating was something Sunghoon made look so easy but for some weird reason you just couldn’t do it. “pfft here lemme teach you” he said reaching out his hand to help you up before you fall a second time but instead of falling on your butt you end up falling on top of him.

Your eyes met with his which soon became awkward since he turned pink right before your eyes. “Sorry” you said shyly before trying to get back up. His face was still red, was it because he was cold? You try your best to skate a bit closer to him making sure not to fall for the THIRD time. You bring up your palms to place them on top of his cheek trying to warm them up, “ahh you’re so red” is all you said, but for some reason when you placed your hands on his cheeks it was super warm already when you were expecting them to be cold. Was he perhaps blushing? You thought in the back of your head. Sunghoon took your hands off his cheeks replacing the spot you were holding with his hand. The rest of the night you two skated with your hands intertwining. It was almost 3 am and it was time to take you home, he walked you home safely ending off the night with a savouring sweet soft goodnight kiss.

Click this for a kiss from sunghoon

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miraculous-sunflower · 4 years ago

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don’t steal adrien’s phone - a fanfiction by miraculous_carnation

hi yall! this amazing piece of art isnt unfortunately done by me- it’s by the ultra charming miraculous_carnation on ao3, so be sure to check her out! i’ve gotten her permission to post this here, so dont worry! enjoy the show!

Lila Rossi posed for the camera, putting on a flirty face, Adrien sitting next to her. They were at the Palace of Versailles, the place for their photoshoot. Lila hugged Adrien in a way that made him uncomfortable, running her hands across his back. The photographer, noticing Adrien’s discomfort, asked them to take a 5 minutes break.

Lila walked to where Adrien was sitting. “So, Adrien! The photos are going to look awesome, right? I mean, we look so in love!”

Adrien’s eyes opened wide when he heard her voice. “Um, Lila? I know I’ve said this a lot, but can you please stop touching me? It makes me uncomfortable, and I already have a girlfriend,” Adrien tried to explain.

Lila narrowed her eyes at his last statement. Ugh, that Maritrash. What did Adrien see in her?

“Oh of course, Adrien! I’d never want to do something that would make you feel uncomfortable,” she whispered, leaning towards his mouth. Adrien grew stiff. Luckily, the photographer called for them just in time. Lila rolled her eyes, but then put on a fake smile.

“Oh well, anyways, we better go back, Adrien! We have to finish the shoot!”

Adrien hated photoshoots with Lila. They were the worst. Luckily, it was only for another 30 minutes, because after that, he had an interview with Nadja Chamack on Face to Face.

Lila hid behind a bush, watching Adrien get up and head toward the photoshoot. Perfect. She ran over to the table and picked up his phone.

“Well, Adrien, let’s see who you really love,” she smirked.

“Welcome back to, Face to Face! This is your host, Nadja Chamack, live in Paris!” Nadja Chamack enthusiastically said while the audience clapped. “Today, we have a very important guest. He’s a model, born here in Paris, ladies and gentlemen, give it up for the son of world famous designer Gabriel Agreste, Adrien Agreste!”

2 seconds later, Adrien walked onto the stage, wearing a suit, created specially by his father, strutting in the way his father taught him when he was little. ‘Flash a flirty smile to the audience, then greet Nadja Chamack professionally’, his father’s words repeated in his mind. His father cared about his appearance and reputation, after all…

“Hello there, Nadja! How are you doing today?” Adrien politely asked. He wished he could be somewhere else,particularly running around as CHat Noir, maybe playing a game of tag with Ladybug…

“Oh, well I’m doing wonderful!” Nadja responded, snapping Adrien out of his daze. “Anyways, I’ve got a bunch of questions for you! First one, are you dating Lila Rossi, a fellow model from your father’s company? Are the rumors true?”

Adrien sighed. There were so many rumors about that going around, many of them created by Lila. She already convinced the class that they were dating, when he actually was dating Marinette.

“Sorry, Nadja, but that is incorrect. I am not dating Lila Rossi, but I am dating Marinette Dupain-Cheng, of who you may know.”

Nadja smiled at the name of her friend’s daughter. “Yes, I know Marinette, I commissioned her to create a dress for Manon for my sister’s wedding, and it came out beautiful! Everyone in the audience, go check out Marinette’s website!”

Lila Rossi was watching the Face to Face interview, fuming. She didn’t know he had an interview! How dare Adrien say that! She’d ruin his relationship with Marinette! She tapped into his phone, already knowing his password, courtesy of his father. Gabriel Agreste gave her access to all of his son’s social media accounts for safety reasons. She logged onto his Instagram account and made a new post, adding the photo of Lila kissing him on the cheek.

“So grateful for my girlfriend @lilarossi! Love you!”

She smirked. No way he was getting out of this one.

Nadja Chamack was confused. Apparently, a new post from Adrien on Instagram was posted just now, but how was it possible? Adrien was talking to her the whole time!

She coughed. “Adrien, it seems that there has been a new post on your Instagram,” Adrien looked shocked, “can we have the post on the screen?”

Adrien’s eyes grew wide as he saw the post. “Nadja, I didn’t post that! I couldn’t-”

“I know you didn’t, Adrien. You’ve been talking to me the whole time right now!”, Adrien let out a sigh of relief, “Is it possible your social media team did it?”

Adrien shook his head. “No, they don’t put out posts like that. They only put out posts that promote the brand!”

“So if it wasn’t your social media team, who was it?” Nadja said in confusion. There were several murmurs in the audience as well.

Adrien narrowed his eyes. “Well, I have a hunch. What is the post about?”

Nadja caught on with his thinking. “Oh, so you believe Lila Rossi posted this? How would she have gotten your phone?”

Adrien thought about what happened before the interview. “Well, you see, before coming here, I had a photoshoot with Lila. She probably took my phone then.”

Gabriel Agreste was watching from the safety of his home. Lila Rossi had not thought about this beforehand! She was going to ruin his plan and his brand! How dare she!

Nathalie walked in. “Sir, would you like me to delete the post and disable Adrien’s social media accounts?”

“Yes, Nathalie. Have Adrien’s social media team clean up the mess.” Gabriel sighed. The only good thing that came out of this was that he figured out his son was dating Marinette Dupain-Cheng. It was a good choice, as Marinette was exceptional.

Lila’s eyes grew wide at the revelation. She posted about herself on Adrien’s account when he was in an interview! It made her the prime suspect! Hopefully Mr. Agreste’s social media team could take the blame.

She dialed Mr. Agreste’s number. “Hello, is Mr. Agreste there?”

She was greeted with the monotone voice of Nathalie. “Excuse me, Miss Rossi, but Mr. Agreste has decided to terminate your contract on behalf of Gabriel. You will never model in his brand again. Goodbye.”

Lila gasped. How dare that dumb assistant! She was Lila Rossi! How dare Gabriel Agreste do that to her! She would ruin him!

“On top of recent events, Lila Rossi has lied about many things. She even got Marinette expelled once!” Adrien explained to Nadja, excited that he found a way to expose Lila.

Marinette was watching all of this from the comfort from her room, her mouth wide open. Well, she wasn’t super surprised, Lila would do something like this, but Adrien called her his girlfriend! Sure, they were dating, but she didn’t think he would announce it publicly!

Girl, are you watching Face to Face? Can you believe Lila lied?

Hold up, you’re dating Adrien? Why didn’t you tell me?

Girl, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. I thought we were BFFs!

Marinette snorted at the latter. BFFs? Yeah, right. Alya literally announced to the class two weeks ago that their friendship was over and that her new best friend would be Lila. Go figure!

“Wow. As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, startling revelations about the newest Gabriel model has come through! Hold on, we have a new post from the official Gabriel Twitter account! Can we please have this on the screen?” Nadja exclaimed.

Adrien read the post, not surprised. Of course his father would try to save face. It wasn’t new. He was just happy he wouldn’t have to model with Lila anymore.

The audience and Nadja gasped when they read the post. “Wow! It looks like the Gabriel brand has officially terminated Lila Rossi’s contract!” Nadja had to act surprised because this was predictable from the fashion designer. Typical Gabriel.

“Well, folks! There was a lot of drama today, but that concludes today’s interview! I hope you come again for another episode of, Face to Face!” Nadja concluded.

Bonus Scene:

“Well, Adrien, you made a good choice with Marinette. She could take over the designing area of the company while you take over the business side. When will you marry her?”

“FATHER!”

“Well, kid, he’s not wrong. Pigtails makes pretty good bread. And oh how good it tastes with camembert! Oh my sweet gooiness!”

“Shut up, Plagg.”

#fuck off lila #yessir plagg #go nadja hehe #miraculous_carnation #lila salt #lila exposed #alya salt #kind of #ao3 #ao3 shoutout #gabriel is trying yall #but hes still fucked #lila is a dummy #more of a dummy than me #and im a real dummy yall

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lindsaywesker · 2 years ago

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Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Welcome to the weekend!

Wow! Here we are again: Friday! Where did that week go? No, seriously, where did that week go?

Naturally, the highlight of my week was my birthday on Wednesday and, trust me, I will be celebrating my birthday all month! I have enough alcohol in here to sink a battleship, plus I have a couple of very nice dates in my diary!

The Mighty Josiah has returned from Brooklyn, so we will see him tonight and he will stay with us Friday and Saturday. I am his personal assistant, so I will be at his beck and call. You know how scrumptious he is, so I will attempt to hug and kiss him – attempt! – but he always screams and runs away.

My mother had her first experience of racial profiling this week. My daughter’s mother is black, so my daughter is mixed race, dual heritage, whatever you want to call her but, in a shop in Hove, she’s a black woman! My mum wrote, “Today, in Marks and Spencer, a security guard stopped your daughter and said she looked like a shoplifting suspect of theirs. At that minute, l appeared, all hell let loose and they were full of apologies. She was shocked, of course! It just makes me aware of how penalised black people are.” Yes, this week, Lady Wesker got a life lesson. You’re never too old to learn.

Mars has decided to trial a ‘No Bounty’ tub of Celebrations this Christmas, after its consumer research confirmed their status as the least popular sweet. The experiment comes after nearly 40% of those polled told the company the Bounty should be permanently axed from the Celebrations line up, where it struggles to compete with the star power of “all-time favourite” Maltesers. To be honest, 40% sounds like a pretty low number to be making such rash decisions. Personally, given half the chance, I would eat Bounty until it made me sick! I love it! I’m down at Sainsbury’s this morning, so I will be stocking up on Bounty bars for those lazy Christmas days! Celebrations can do one! It’s a rip-off anyway!

The ‘follows’ keep arriving at Scam HQ a.k.a. Instagram. Every day, so many follows from women with an ‘Only Fans’ page, people dealing in Cryptocurrency or just people with no profile pic. For every person I follow, I literally delete about 20 wanting me to follow them. El*n M*sk calculates that about 90% of our followers are bots! I suspect he might be right but that won’t be happening on my IG profile. Not me, mate!

Yesterday, I forgot to post a photo on IG of some of my wonderful Wednesday students, which I have done today. Some people are a bit funny about selfies. They worry about the way they look, or worry about people knowing their whereabouts, or just worry about being in selfies. For my money, when people pass away, I am so grateful for my selfies with me and them. Beautiful moments, never to be forgotten.

For those of you that follow me on Twitter, if I suddenly disappear, I will have gone to @TribelSocial. As Twitter is now allowing very extreme right-wing people back on their platform, I may back away? Let’s see what happens?

Very sad to hear about Noel McKoy passing away. ‘Family’ by McKoy was released in 1991 and we must have played it hundreds of times on Kiss FM! I think anybody listening to Kiss at that time will remember ‘Family’ as being a huge radio and party record. In 2014, Noel became part of The British Collective, an exceptional group of young men, who many of us have enjoyed in recent years. One of the most distinctive voices in UK soul music. He will be missed.

Matt Hancock is about to find out how much people hate him!

Be warned: someone has created a FAKE Lindsay Wesker profile and they may send you a friend request. Do not accept it!

Hope you can join me tomorrow at 1.00 p.m. for ‘The A-Z Of Mi-Soul Music’. The Letter J (Part Seven). Some of the tunes are a bit saucy! You have been warned!

Have a fabulous and funky Friday! I love you all. You’re probably thinking, “You don’t even know me!” but, if people can hate for no reason, why can’t I love?

#mixcloud #mi soul #dj #music #new blog #lockdown #coronavirus #books #weekend #democracy #brexit #cronyism #election #autumm #christmas #radio

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theskzvibe · 3 years ago

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MIXED UP JAKE SIM

CHAPTER 6

you mindlessly walked towards your locker, like you do every morning. you were running a bit late to school today so your older brother k dropped you off, since he was home from college this week. when you got to your locker, you opened it and something flew out and onto the ground. you picked it up off the floor, and it was an envelope?

“weird” you thought as you opened it up, and inside was a letter and some vitamin packets, the expensive tasty ones. “good luck for the exams this week y/n! keep your head up you got this. and good luck for your performances this week! y/n fighting!” you read. the person who wrote this had messy handwriting, but it made your face heat up.

“what's that?” sunoo asked over your shoulder, scaring you and making you yelp. sunoo laughed as you handed him the letter, “you really didn’t have to scare me like that” you put your hand to your heart to try to calm down. “hey at least it woke you up” you gently shoved him for the remark. he silently read the letter and his eyes went wide. “damn y/n your secret admirer is really out there trying.” sunoo stated. “hey what did I miss?” Giselle asked seeing how excited sunoo looked, and how confused you were. “y/n’s secret admirer acted up again!” sunoo said loudly making you shush him. “I just wonder who they are” you mumbled. “hmm do you think it could be two different people? why assume she has one admirer. it could be two” Giselle spoke, making you even more confused. “yah y/n has never been in a relationship and now she has two admirers! wow” sunoo laughed. “do you think it could be pineapple?” you whispered. “who?” sunoo asked. “sunghoon! his nickname remember” Giselle nudged him. “oh you wish sunghoon was your admirer?” sunoo said quite loudly making both of you nudge and shush him. all of the sudden the bell rang and all of your eyes went wide. “oh shit were late to physics” Giselle said while grabbing your hand and running towards the class, practically dragging you. sunoo ran in the opposite direction towards his chorus class, and you have never seen him run so fast.

when you two arrived to class your eyes immediately met sunghoons, and then jakes concerned ones. your teacher huffed at your presence, “oh ms.uchinaga and ms.y/l/n, its so nice of you two to join us.” he sarcastically said making you gulp, but Giselle just rolled her eyes and sat down. “I hate that man” she huffed under her breath, while you tried to calm down after running to class. your teacher started the lab, where everyone got into groups of 4 as lab partners. you recently started working with Giselle, as she is your bestie and sits with you at the lab table, and Jake and sunghoon. “are you guys okay” Jake asked looking specifically at you. he could tell you were struggling to breathe. “yeah we just lost track of time and suddenly the bell rang” you reassured, and he nodded. “we should have just skipped” Giselle uttered making you all laugh. “no because you guys should have seen the way she grabbed me and dragged me to class.” you said. “I'm sorry y/n but you were being too slow.” the boys were laughing at you two. “I was still processing!” you laughed. “you guys weren’t that late, you didn’t miss anything anyways” sunghoon stated. “that's good. but y/n bestie you gotta wake up. we are performing today during the game” Giselle informed you making you gasp. “DUDE I FORGOT THATS TODAY” you covered your mouth. “we are ready for it, especially you you have been working your ass off.” she added. “oh I already know you guys are gonna kill it” Jake looked at you and you suddenly felt shy under his gaze. “yeah and Heeseung said Giselle posts covers on her instagram and they are really good.” sunghoon added, and Giselle practically screeched in response. “he saw those?” her eyes went wide. “relax your dance covers are perfect. don’t go deleting them now because you’re embarrassed.” you patted her back. “oh Giselle likes him doesn’t she?” sunghoon smirked and Giselle just put her head in her hands. “don't worry we won't tell him.” Jake assured her while you continued to rub her back. “you impressed him G, don’t freak okay” you whispered to her.

you guys worked on your lab and then you followed your daily school schedule and before you knew it, you were in the locker room getting ready for your performance. you and Giselle were adding glitter to your hair and makeup, and you both already changed into your costumes. “I cant believe Heeseung finds my covers good” Giselle huffed. “because they are!” you nudged her in response. “but anyways, I can’t tell if your secret admirer is sunghoon or Jake.” Giselle stated. “why do you think them?” you asked while tightening the braids in your hair. “they both seems so enamored for you. when you speak, Jake pays such close attention, its like he’s afraid to blink. and sunghoon seems very intrigued by you.” she observed. “hm, but what if its neither of them. what if its someone else?” you questioned. “then a 3rd person has a crush on you” she responded. “sunghoon and Jake can’t possible like me? right?” you thought.

you and your teammates were sitting on the bleachers watching the game. so far your school was leading by just one point, it was a tough game. but the boys were doing so well, Giselle didn’t take her eyes off of Heeseung for a second. while you weren’t looking at just one person. you kept looking at sunghoon, and then Jake. wondering if what Giselle said could be true.

it was halftime, which meant it was time for your guys to perform. you all did your group handshake and got to your positions on the field, while the teams sat down and rested. you spotted Jake and sunghoon. sunghoon smiled at you and Jake gave you two thumbs up. you took a deep breath, and focused on the dance.

once the performance was over, you held your pose as everyone clapped, even the other team. you saw your schools team, and the boys were on their feet cheering for you guys. when you guys walked back to the bleachers, the soccer team had to go back out but Jake made time to run up to you, high five you and say “you were on fire out there” before running back on the field. “he’s so cheesy” you mumbled, but you couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face.

MASTERLIST

chapter 5 - chapter 7

taglist: @zylenes @liliansun @freessaaenhaa @iamgodthankyou

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moonlightchn · 4 years ago

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~WHOLESOME WEDNESDAY~

Not to be a soft motherfucker but I've been wanting to do this again for a week now so I guessed I would try my best to fit as many of my thoughts here as I can without being annoying or tumblr fucking up plz bear with me heh but we know none of those are actually possible anyway so THERES THAT also this is fucking long wow ANYWAY

WARNING WORD VOMIT sjsjsjsj I dont even know what i wrote I'm sorry but I'm tagging yall anyway

Some of you I speak to on a daily basis, yknow? Like,, as admin. And its fucking insane because like- I don't know but like isn't it insane? sjajsjsj How fast some people come to grow in your heart and get under your skin and become so important for you. I think it's crazy. That in four months or so I've made more friends in here that in my whole life and I've learned so much about life and myself and I've gotten marked and some of you imprinted on my mind and heart forever. And like HELL I wasn't here when most big dramas happened but I was here for two very big ones and like??? idk it feels like all of us have been through shared crises and somehow grown closer sjajskwjs idk I'm weird and im sensitive today and I just feel like wow what would I be doing without all of you right now? probably studying. or scrolling Twitter in which I never spoke to anyone. or watching Instagram stories and getting sad over how all my ex class partners are still in contact and hang out and keep strong relationships while I just sit here. like, I know we all say this place sucks and we hate it and its toxic and don't get me wrong of course some people is fucking shitty and they take a toll on a lot of others but that like... it also happens in real life yknow?? but like in real life how many people do you think would actually idk sit with you through a panic attack or stay up with you till 8am or wake up in the middle of the night or rave with you or hype you up or have meme wars or send you daily jokes or just randomly tell you how much you mean to them or make posts asking where you are when you disappear or been gone for too long or make people that doesnt know you send you birthday wishes? like I'm not saying it doesnt happen but isnt it wonderful that it happens HERE with US where maybe out of 10 people only 2 know each other in real life? Isnt it wonderful that we're from all around the world? that you half of the time dont realize someone isnt from English speaking places because they're too good or even when they're not that good no one judges you because this is such an inclusive and wonderful place for people of all races and colors and sexualities and nationalities and body types and hair colors?

idk I'm just RAMBLING but like I wanted to let everyone know that even if we dont speak, even if we NEVER spoke, even if we're only on each others tag lists, or even if I was and you took me off or I took you off or if you deleted or if you have 817383 bots and you speak to me in all of them or only one or whatever PLEASE just know that I love you so much and I appreciate you and you're awesome and if you made some mistakes know that you CAN fix them you CAN learn and be better you CAN grow.

I believe that everyone is capable of learning and changing and everyone deserves a second chance as long as they genuinely show the intention of changing and bettering themselves. I believe that we're capable of forgiving and maintaining healthy relationships without hard feelings. I believe we all have goodness. I believe we all are small universes and we have stars in our eyes and supernovas in our brains and a million things to discover and I believe its funnier to be together than alone and I'm rambling again but like idk just yesterday I was sending someone a message telling them how maybe I'm fucking delusional and naive because who the fuck goes out on their daily saying "be skeptical. dont trust too much. always pay attention" but then after two days of talking with someone they're fucking platonically whipped and would sell their soul as long as they can see those around them happy? trick question I know many of you do too which WORRIES ME PLZ DONT PUT YOUR HEARTS ON THE LINE SO EASILY I drifted I forgot what I was saying oh welp

Anyway for some of you i have so much to say I could write endless paragraphs about you about admins and characters and life and wow I do speak a lot to admins sometimes I speak more to admins as admin that the characters and for some others I can only say a few things or wish you to have a good day some of you I only ever spoke to your character or we talked too little or never at all wow I say that a lot but like one thing yall have in common is that I love you so much even if you don't know me or dont care alright I dont care if you don't care I LOVE YOU and you can FIGHT ME if you dont wanna accept it smh I just want you to know that this place so many of you have been feeling is crumbling down or hurting them or isnt the same anymore is MY safe place too is a place where I feel comfortable and secure and I know, well decide to believe, that you guys would never do willingly anything to hurt another and yknow sometimes I just sit in bed and look at my account and I'm like wow I suck I should delete but then I'm like I could never do that to you I really couldn't because I've been told so many times I'm peoples safe place too and I would never want to take that away from you yknow

I mean I'm not gonna say we shouldn't pay attention to the bad things that happen because this is somehow our home and it's on us to protect it but I think that we shouldnt focus so much on it. because theres still so many good things that we overlook when we think of the bad or when we let things get to us or when we decide to act out of impulse and not think through stuff yknow

ANYWAAY what I'm trying to say is that I love you all so so so so so much and this is my safe place because you're here for me when I need it and I would never give you guys up for anything and like i have so many people for whom i stay daily and try my best and I hope that someday when you need a reason i can be that for you too because I've said this in private but I want everyone to know that this is my corner too and I will always fight for it and protect it so like we can all fight for it together whenever things get rough or you can leave me alone and maybe I'm being super dramatic and putting a lot of weight on this but I started overthinking like halfway and in just tthink that I want to keep yall close to me and my heart forever ok so stay safe and healthy and happy yeah fight for your happiness fight for what you deserve fight for what you want and don't let anyone ANYONE EVER take away from you your joy and your spark and your will to be yourself ok bye

#adminnie soft hours #is this even wholesome idk #ita word vomit #bye

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honestlyfragile · 4 years ago

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Directions - Bang Chan x Reader Oneshot

Genre: fluff, Bang Chan x Female Reader

Were dating apps really effective or do you just end up with the same person again?

It had been a while since y/n dated anyone, she was starting to question why. But leaves out the only reason out of many that she had in mind.

She hasn’t tried to meet new people.

She didn’t know how, she didn’t want to either. God, y/n surely doesn’t know how to pick a struggle. Gladly, her friends have had enough of seeing her complain about being single for the longest time. So they recommend her to go try out something that she hasn’t before. A dating app.

“Eh, I’m not sure.. What if there’s too many creeps?” Y/n hesitates.

“How bad can it be? You can use a fake name or something. A stranger wouldn’t be able to track you down. Just try to see if it works for you. If they ask you out to meet, then we’ll come with you to back up.” Jiwoo, her best friend assures her.

“Hmm, okay. I’ll set up an account later and I’ll let you guys know.”

“It’s about time, y/n. You can’t be miserably complaining to us that you’re still single if you’re not willing to try. Leave him behind already.”

Y/n nods and sighs. She couldn’t let the thought of him hold her back anymore. Besides, he probably has someone new by now.

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As soon as Y/n gets some time for herself at home she installs Tinder. The app that her friends had recommended her to try. She fills out the necessary information, making her display name different from her real one. She selects pictures that she thinks are good enough, but not too daring. And after a few instructions, she begins to look over the information of the guys that were being recommended to her. Unfortunately she had gone over through about 10 of them already and none had suited her taste. But maybe it was just her being impatient.

“No way.” She says to herself as she stops in one person’s profile, eyeing it over and over.

It turns out it was the profile of her ex boyfriend, Chan. Which catches her by surprise because she wondered why he was in that app. Could it be for the same reason as to why she’s in it as well?

Y/n giggles to herself, and decides to pull a harmless prank by swiping right on his profile. Which basically means that she has intentions to match with him. That is, if he does the same.

She shakes her head and snaps out of it. It had been a while since she had seen anything related to him, they were busy growing up. She had deleted him off her other socials too. She scrolls through a couple more profiles and swiped right on some just for the heck of it.

She thinks that was enough for the day and sets her phone down to work on chores at home. She also whips up herself a good dinner as a cheers to the weekend.

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“What is she doing here?” Chan thinks to himself. Well, if he thinks hard enough it’s just probably for the same reason as his. Looking for a date, or something casual.

“Yo, y/n is on Tinder, but with a different name. Look” He shows Han her profile and he takes a quick look at it.

“It’s probably a catfish.” He shrugs.

“But she hasn’t posted these pictures anywhere though..”

“How’d you know? You still stalk her huh?” His friend laughs.

Embarrassed, Chan quickly tries to deny it. But fails.

He does, he checks her instagram every now and then, thankful that she had not set her account to private otherwise he wouldn’t be able to get a glimpse of y/n anywhere else. Why did he have the app on his phone? Simply to try and move on, but he never does. He would match with a handful, but end up ghosting them anyway.

Tip number one: never ever be with your mischievous friend and on Tinder at the same time. It doesn’t go well.

“WHAT WAS THAT FOR?” Chan yells at Han in panic, who has just cheekily swiped right on y/n’s profile.

“Had to decide for you man. You were taking too long!”

“What the hell.”

“What?” “We just fucking matched!”

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Y/n receives a notification that she had just matched with someone on Tinder, she smiles in delight until it fades because it was the person who she expected the least.

Chan.

She didn’t know if she felt embarrassed or not. Also the fact that her ex probably saw that it wasn’t her real name was cringe worthy enough.

Should she unmatch and delete her whole account or should she say hi since they were already on it? Y/n thankfully goes for the latter.

“Hey” she sends.

And as if it wasn’t any more obvious, Chan was keeping an eye on his phone and the notification made him jump a little.

“Are you really y/n?” He replies almost instantly.

“Yes. Haha I know it’s silly but i just used a fake name for safety reasons.”

“Oh, alright so why are you here?”

“I should be asking you the same.”

“I asked first.”

“Probably for the same reasons as yours.”

“Yeah right. Anyways, since we’re at it.. Um you wanna get some coffee sometime?”

“You don’t drink coffee though?”

“You still remember. I’ll have something else as always. So, Holly’s? Is Sunday afternoon alright”

“Sure, I’ll see you I guess.”

“Great.”

His heart races, he didn’t know if he was excited or terrified. But it would be an asshole for him to flake. He initiated to meet with her, so he shouldn’t be a wuss about it. He wasn’t exactly sure of what feelings he still had for her, but he knew there were still some left. He’ll probably find them out when he finally sees her in person again.

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Y/n laughs at their conversation, it’s crazy how both of them decided to really pull a prank on each other like this. They literally set themselves up.

But there she was, getting ready to see him anyways.

She arrives at the cafe a little past three in the afternoon and scans the area for two vacant seats. It seems like Chan has not arrived yet.

Y/n takes a deep breath, looking at the transparent window. They used to go here so often. It was the closest cafe to their university. The time spent studying and reviewing until closing hours suddenly became very vivid to her. But y/n realizes how long it had been since those days because they were employed now.

She sees a guy with ash blonde hair, with a black hoodie and some sweatshorts. Anyone could easily tell it was him. Only with a different hair color.

Chan pushes the glass door open and spots her. His heart skips a beat. She was still as beautiful as he remembers her to be. Now a little more mature, her features were stronger and more defined, but her eyes still held the same innocent look.

He slowly walks over to her, and her head perks up from the book she had brought and shifted to the guy standing in front of her, the feeling of his presence all too familiar.

“Hey” Chan breathes out. “Have you been waiting long?” and takes a seat.

“No, It’s okay.” Y/n smiles and closes her book. “I’ll go get us the drinks. I ordered the usual, if it's okay with you.”

“Oh yeah no problem.”

As y/n gets up and approaches the counter the manager smiles at her. They used to be the cashier and had been a witness of the relationship that the two had. “I see that you’re back together?” they say.

Y/n smiles. “No, just catching up for old time’s sake.” and gets the drinks.

Y/n places Chan’s drink in front of him. A chilled dark chocolate. “Wow.” he says with a smile he couldn’t help. “You remember.”

“Yup. With heavy cream.” She clicks her tongue and gives him a heads up with her “precise” memory.

Taking a seat, y/n wraps her hands around her cappuccino to keep them warm.

“So…” Chan breaks the silence. “It’s been what? About two years?” he awkwardly says, his ears red as a tomato and he scratches the back of his neck.

“Two and a half,” she corrects. “But close enough.” and sips her coffee.

“How have you been?” He asks, hoping to ease the awkwardness.

“Not too bad, finally got a job that I actually like. You?”

“I’m a freelance swimming coach. But it’s doing well for me. It’s flexible with my time.”

“Ah, that’s good to hear.”

And there goes the moments of silence that no one asked for yet couldn’t be avoided. Y/n fidgets with the cup sleeve of her coffee while Chan fidgets with the ties of his hoodie.

After a while, Y/n looks at him and giggles. Taking him by surprise.

“What’s funny?” He asks, confused.

“This.” her index finger shifts from herself to him. “Why did we agree to this? Over TINDER?” she emphasizes and laughs some more.

Which leads him to doing the same. Come to think about it, it is pretty silly and unusual for an ex couple to meet up again over a dating app which was supposed to be the sole reason on why they would never cross paths again. And yet, it was the reason as to why they were now seated in front of each other two and a half years later.

For some reason Chan is stuck in a daze as he takes in the image of her, the subtle sunlight lit her perfectly. Her hair a lighter shade when shone by light, her eyes a brighter color. Perhaps, his feelings for her came back, or never left in the first place.

And for y/n, who was as a matter of fact burning under his gaze, was relieved that she didn’t feel like she used to for him anymore. She looked at him as her past that she wishes she could bring back, but knows that she could only move forward. She knew that after this, she wouldn’t be stuck on him anymore. She could now set herself free.

The two are now headed onto different directions in their lives, but somehow still met in the middle of a long road. They are heading towards bigger things with their own experiences to keep and left behind feelings for a clearer path to take.

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nerdzzone · 4 years ago

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Light After Dark: Chapter Three

Summary: Brooke Harris was trying her best to be grateful. As the world tackled the COVID-19 pandemic, she was healthy and safe and so was the rest of her family, but her dreams had very quickly been crushed by the economic fallout. Trapped on the quaint island of Jersey with nothing, but free time to wallow in her mistakes, Brooke’s mental health was taking a hit, but when she collides with a handsome stranger she starts to realize that the future might not be so bleak and there might still be a light at the end of the tunnel.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

A/N: This chapter is pretty dialogue heavy so I’m sorry if people find that annoying! I have ideas to make sure that’s not always the case, but obviously most social distance relationships of any kind involve a lot of just talking and not as much in person interacting

I nervously chewed my nails as I stared at the blank phone that was lying on the bed. Surely he wouldn't even notice. He probably didn't even have his notifications turned on or his phone would be buzzing a thousand times a day. Even if he did notice that he had another like, he probably wouldn't even realize it was me.

I'd just managed to convince myself that I hadn't made an incredibly embarrassing blunder when my phone buzzed and the light flashed notifying me that I had a text. I tentatively picked it up and unlocked it, hoping it was just a coincidence, but my hopes were quickly dashed when I read it.

Henry: Are you a big rugby fan?

I groaned, knowing I was caught. For a minute I debated deleting my account completely and feigning ignorance, but I knew I had to be a mature adult, bite the bullet and own up.

Me: Not gonna lie, I was hoping you wouldn't notice 😳 I thought it might get lost in the thousands of notifications you must get everyday

Henry: Thousands? You're overestimating my celebrity! I don't post often enough to get many notifications on a day to day basis...especially not on pictures that are over a year old 😉

My cheeks were still hot, but I smiled at his teasing.

Me: Over a year? Try six months! I barely even had to scroll and I didn't mean to like it

He took a few moments to respond and I worried I'd come off as too rude, but just as I was about to apologize, his reply came through.

Henry: Hmm, if you didn't mean to like any of my posts then why were you even looking at my account?

Me: Perhaps you came up as a suggested account to follow which supposedly means that you were looking at my account first

It was clearly a lie, but I figured it was worth suggesting. Maybe he had stalked me first if he was as intrigued by me as I was by him. But my hopes were quickly dashed once again.

Henry: Perhaps that's the case, but it would be quite tricky for me to have found you when all I have to go on is your first name

Henry: Perhaps it's more likely that you were doing some googling and therefore the internet thought you'd like to know that I have Instagram

Clearly, he was more than just a pretty face so I decided to come clean before I dug a deeper hole.

Me: Alright, Detective Cavill. You win. I was shamelessly creeping and accidentally double tapped a photo

Henry: 😂😂😂

Henry: There's no shame in that! I'm touched that you even cared enough to creep me 😉 and now I can do some creeping of my own, BrooketheBaker

I smiled, pleased that he was actually interested in looking at my pictures.

Me: Oh god, I hope there's nothing too cringy on there...maybe give me a few minutes to wipe all evidence of me being anything less than beautiful and hilarious

Henry: From the brief time we spent together, I find it very hard to believe there is anything that would convince me otherwise

My face heated up again at his compliment and my cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling. I felt like I was a teenager again, giggling and blushing at my phone as I texted a boy, but talking to Henry was fun and I hadn't enjoyed talking to a man this much in a long time.

Me: Well, enter at your own risk then, but the illusion will no doubt be shattered momentarily

Really, there was nothing on Instagram that I would be embarrassed for him to see. I didn't post that often, but I was very much my normal self on social media. I didn't put on an act for the few followers I had, I stayed true to myself. And sure, sometimes that was silly and goofy and not always flawless photos like some people post, but it was me. So, if he didn't like that then it was better for me to know now.

Henry: I'll have to do a deeper dive later, but for now all I can see is a very adorable and talented baker

A notification popped up that HenryCavill had followed me and like one of my photos as I read his text. I clicked through to see which one and saw one of me holding up a massive birthday cake I'd made for Molly's birthday back in February when she'd been allowed to host hoards of her friends. I followed him back before answering.

Me: Aw, shucks. You're too sweet. I still have a lot to learn, but that's half the fun

Henry: Well, my birthday is in a couple of weeks so feel free to send any experimental cakes my way

I made a mental note to check the exact day as an idea started to form. I owed him a thank you for helping me when my ankle was hurt anyway so a cake for his birthday would be a good gesture.

Me: Any allergies or flavour preferences?

Henry: I was only teasing

I was slightly disappointed that he hadn't been serious, but another text came through before I had time to worry.

Henry: But no allergies or preferences. I'll let the expert decide what's best!

I grinned at his compliment.

Me: I will see what I can do then, but I'm a bit rusty after all this time in lockdown so try not to set those expectations too high.

Henry: I'm sure your skills are still far better than mine

Me: I would hope so since I did try to make a career out of it 😉

I heard quiet voices as Cassie and Molly left the bathroom so I awkwardly shifted off my bed, making sure to keep most of my weight on my good foot before limping to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I gave my face a quick wash as well before hobbling back to my room. My phone was flashing on my bed so I picked it up, smiling as I expected to see a text from Henry, but I was shocked to see not only a text, but also a missed call.

Henry: Sorry for being presumptuous. Call me old-fashioned, but I prefer speaking over the phone to a long text conversation

My stomach filled with nervous butterflies as my finger hovered over the little phone icon. It was cute that he actually wanted to have a proper conversation, but it was a little intimidating as well. Texting was so much less pressure and gave me time to think over my responses to come off in the best way, but over the phone it was more authentic which was probably his point.

Not wanting to make Henry think that he'd upset me by calling, I took a deep breath and pressed the button.

"Hello, Brooke," He answered right away. "I'm glad you returned my call."

"Of course," I smiled. "Sorry I didn't answer, I was just brushing my teeth."

"Hm, an important thing for a baker, I would imagine. After tasting all those sweet creations."

I laughed as I awkwardly balanced the phone on my shoulder so I could get settled back on the bed without hurting my ankle.

"That's probably true," I agreed. "But as I said, I haven't been making many sweet things to sample lately."

"I’m starting to think I might have to rescind my order for a birthday cake then," Henry teased. "I wouldn't want some sub par cake from an out of practice baker."

"Excuse me," I protested. "I never turn out sub par work! Besides, you said your birthday is in a few weeks so I have some time to practice before then."

"Oh good." I could hear the smile in his voice. "It's May Fifth to be exact, just in case you're wondering."

"Great, I'll write it on the calendar."

My words were dripping with sarcasm, but luckily Henry laughed. It was a deep and warming laugh, there was something comforting about it. I was almost disappointed when he stopped chuckling and spoke again.

"So, how did you get into baking?"

"Really it was just luck and natural talent," I admitted. "I'm not trying to sound big headed, but I used to watch a lot of cooking shows after school so I just decided to give it a go and happened to be quite good at it."

"Wow, that's impressive," Henry praised, making my cheeks blush once again. "I'll admit, I've tried my hand at making bread since this lockdown started, but it wasn't really all that good."

"Ooh, you jumped on the bread bandwagon?" I teased, knowing it was a big trend at the moment. "I'm surprised you managed to get yeast, I hear it's almost as hard to find as toilet paper at the moment."

"Luckily my mother was willing to share her supply," Henry chuckled. "But I think she regretted it when she tasted the final product."

"Don't beat yourself up too much, bread can be quite tricky," I assured him, smiling at the embarrassment in his voice. "You have to get the proofing right or it's a lost cause."

"See, the fact that I don't even know what proofing means is probably a bad sign."

I laughed out loud at that one, covering my mouth as I remembered that Cassie would probably be trying to get Molly to sleep and loud noises tended to be a distraction during that process.

"It's just a fancy term for letting it rise," I explained. "We like to make things sound more complicated than they are so that people don't realize that anyone can be a baker if they try hard enough."

"I very much doubt that's true," Henry disagreed. "There's an art to it. Maybe the technical side comes with practice, but knowing what flavours to use and how to make it look beautiful isn't something that anyone can do."

"That does come with practice too though. It's not like acting where you really need that natural gift."

"I think you need less natural gifts with acting than baking," Henry insisted. "Anyone can learn to act if they have the passion and enthusiasm."

"Hardly," I scoffed. "I can't even lie convincingly, there's no way I'd be able to properly portray an entirely different character."

"With a smile as distractingly beautiful as yours, I would imagine you probably don't need to be a particularly convincing liar."

I bit back a smile at his compliment, but I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the cheese.

"Wow, Mr. Cavill. Do they teach you that charm in acting school?"

"I never went to acting school," He admitted, the smirk in his voice clear even through the phone. "So the charm is all me I'm afraid."

"Hm, that makes it more dangerous then," I teased before turning the conversation onto his career. "So, were you busy working when everything shut down?"

"I was actually," Henry sighed. "I was gearing up to start filming the second season of the Witcher."

"Oh, I've heard of that!"

"Did you watch it?"

"No," I admitted earning another chuckle from Henry. "But I heard a lot of really good things. I'll have to check it out."

"It's worth it," He insisted. "And I'm not just saying that because I'm in it. The material is great and the other actors and actresses are amazing."

"Alright, you've convinced me," I sighed dramatically. "But if I really like it you have to promise to give me all the spoilers for season two."

Another chuckle filled my ears and my stomach fluttered at the sound.

"I can't do that I'm afraid. They swore me to secrecy before they gave me the scripts."

"Oh, so you do have the script then?"

"It's sitting right here next to me as we speak."

I smirked at his confirmation.

"Alright, then if I have any questions after I'm done, I can just sneak into your house and find out for myself."

"You're going to break into my house?!" Henry was trying to sound incredulous, but I could hear the smile in his voice. "I didn't think you were such a criminal!"

"I said sneak!" I pointed out with a laugh. "I'm not a criminal, but apparently you're easily disarmed by a nice smile and I might just have to use that to my advantage."

"Damn, I shouldn't have showed my weaknesses so early in the game," Henry said, regretfully. "But I'll have to warn you, with a massive dog and three kids under ten running around, it's quite hard to sneak anywhere around here."

"That's alright," I shrugged. "Your show might be shit anyway and it won't matter."

A laugh burst through the phone at my ribbing and I couldn't help, but join in. He had an infectious laugh. The deep, richness made it sound like one of those shoulder shaking, full body laughs that puts a smile on the face of everyone in the room. I didn't know any celebrities and I rather presumptuously always assumed that most of them would be quite stand-offish and pretentious, but Henry was delightful. He was easy to talk to and joke with. He seemed very down to earth.

"I appreciate your honesty," He told me once the laughter had subsided. "But I really hope you don't think it's shit. It's my favourite role that I've ever had. I loved the games before there was even a show in the works and the books are incredible. I basically get to make a job out of my favourite hobby now so it's quite dear to my heart."

"That's the dream really," I smiled, feeling a twinge of sadness in my heart as that's what I was also doing before my bakery had been forced to close. "It's like that old saying. If you do what you love, you won't work a day in your life. Or something like that, I might be paraphrasing."

"I know what you mean and it is very true," Henry agreed. "It's brutal work. Some days I'm up at three in the morning for make-up and we don't finish until late, but it's not as tiresome when you're fully invested and enjoying the work."

"I know the feeling. Baking is probably much less physically taxing than what you do, but the days are long and they start much earlier than most people prefer."

"With all that stirring and dough kneading I would think baking could be physically taxing at times."

I snorted a laugh at that comment.

"I've seen your muscles, Henry," I reminded him. "There is no way baking is as physically taxing as a job that requires you to look like that."

"The swords I have to wave around are surprisingly heavy," He admitted. "But you seem quite fit yourself."

"Yeah, so fit that my ankles snap at the briefest impact," I joked. "And my lungs forget how to function after about ten minutes on a treadmill."

"You have asthma. You can't hold that against yourself," Henry lightly scolded me. "But how is your ankle?"

"Much better," I smiled, flexing my foot to test out the pain levels. "It honestly feels almost healed. I still have a bit of a limp, but it's loads better."

"I'm glad to hear that. I wanted to check up on you, but I didn't want to be a bother."

"It wouldn't have been a bother at all," I assured him. "Honestly, it's been really nice to speak to an adult that I'm not related to. I love my family, I do, but it's difficult some days being trapped in a house with them all."

"I understand completely," Henry said with a chuckle. "I'm in the same boat. It's lovely having the chance to be here for an extended period of time with no other obligations weighing on my mind, but it's had it's challenges as well."

"I'm glad I'm not the only one," I agreed as a piercing scream came through the phone. "Sounds like perhaps some of those challenges might be happening right now..."

"It does, but I'm in my room so it shouldn't be a pro-" Before Henry could finish his sentence there was the slam of a door as the wailing of a small child became much more clear. I heard Henry mumble something to the culprit before he turned his attention back to me. "I'm sorry. My niece is rather upset about something that is apparently of the utmost importance so I'm going to have to go."

I laughed, having been in that situation many times myself.

"That's okay, I understand. Thanks for calling though, it really has been nice."

"It has," Henry agreed as the voice in the background whined for her 'uncle Henry'. "Would it be okay if I called you again soon?"

My cheeks felt like they were about to split from how wide I was smiling at that suggestion.

"I would really like that."

"Perfect, I'll speak to you soon then."

"Yeah, speak to you soon. Good luck with your niece."

Henry sighed and thanked me before saying a quick goodbye and hanging up.

I felt giddy. He was so easy to talk to and so refreshing. He made me feel like the little black cloud that had been following me around for the last few months might finally be starting to dissipate. It was one conversation and I was levelheaded enough not to get ahead of myself, but he was starting to remind me that things might not always be as bleak as they seem.

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yhlqmdlg-01 · 3 years ago

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Okay so I was stupid for this guy for 8 months .

We used each other and fell into lust . It was something to good too be true . I met him around last October one day when I was working he came in and i thought he was sooo fine I couldn’t ever get him off my mind . I was determined to find out who this guy was . So his mother is really known in this town and I had her on social media. Cause yk she’s kinda famous. Anyways around the holidays this woman posted him and I remember thinking this is him I was looking for him for ever . When he went to my work he asked for my help when the day before he did everything himself . I remember him taking off his mask off when we were outside we had a small talk . He remembered that day he told me about it when we first hanged out . The next day he took me out of town and we were so lovey dovey . It was a Red sign Tbh . He was holding my hand every where we were at . I hate this . I hate how much of these small details are drilled into my brain . We seen each other a few more times . My brothers wife was almost due and I remember hugging him in his truck telling him about how I wonder how my nephew will look . He’s the cutest baby alive ngl . Then he one day said he wanted to be friends and ghosted me . A week later my nephew was born I was dying to tell him . I woke up 2 weeks before my birthday and thought I want to cut my hair . It was mostly dead and dry so i said why not . Posted a picture before yk . And he slide up on my story saying wow. My dumbass answered . The next day he said he missed talking to me and he wasn’t ghosting me . 2 weeks later I turn 20 :) and I went out with him . Made no plans to go with him . He’s grown mid 20s . His mama calls him to go him . Another red flag I was his secret . Sooooo this goes on for 5 more months he would go days without talking to me and come back all of sudden gave me so many mix Signals . I should’ve known better one he loved me the next he wanted nothing to do with me . So I seen him one day And the next day he stopped talking to me . It’s going on for 3 weeks . I hope it’s for real this time I am so addicted to him so I hope he doesn’t come back . I am too petty to text so I know I’ll never text him first but if he messages me I will answer . I pray for him even if he isn’t with me he deserves to be happy even if it wasn’t with me . . I seen a tiktok that if you guys can’t stay away from each other it’s because you guys are meant to be together. I wish it was true but I deserve more ngl . So I was lowkey going through it when he left , I deleted everything from Instagram and stopped posting on snap chat .I recently started posting on snap again but not as often . Anyways he always had the cleans hair cuts . He told me who cut his hair and I knew this guy was a great barber I used to have him on my old snap but not on this new snap. Sooo one day he @this guy abs I add him I loved the way he cuts hair and I thought if you can’t get with him get with his barber lmao . It was just a joke . I also added him because we go to the same gym . He adds me right away and the next day I posted a pic and he slide up and said killing it . The barber XDD the guy that cuts his hair slide up . Ded . Anyways I answer and he leaves me on seen :( . Lmao . Anyways I go to the gym at night cause that’s when he goes . And I seen him then I came out of the locker room and he no where to be seen I started working out and he snaps me a video of me working out . He does this . Homie cuts my sneaky links hair . This barber is fine like yum . But like I could never cause my sneaky link doesn’t deserve that even though I was treated badly , fighting fire with fire just creates for flames. I wouldn’t mind being this barbers friend or even gym buddy yk . I went today and he wasn’t there yet my guy best friend went with me and later on he went and was with a girl for a while . Then he started working out with the usual guy he works out with and I was with my bestie . Moment of silence for all the good guys in the friend zone . My friend and I finished with a mile on the treadmill.

I heard someone behind me on the treadmill and I turned around and it was the barber XD like all of the other treadmills weren’t being in used and he chooses to be behind me . If you seeing this and read through it thank you for listening to my little rant . Am I the bad guy in this situation . I just want to be friends with the barber . I am so traumatized by what my sneak link did to makes me hate men

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yuna-dan · 4 years ago

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48. meeting again at a high school reunion au with prinxiety?

Hi!! I live the way it ended, and while my intention was to write it romantically, i think it can be read as platonic. Also, wow, it’s been ages since i’ve written a straight relationship (it will make sense, roman is a bisexual™)

I like the way it ended, but not the rest of it. I think it’s very slow.

Warning: Mentions of bullying, racism and transphobia, nothing graphic though.

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Highschool was weird.

That was an understatement, clearly. For Román Sánchez, a queer kid from an immigrant family, it was nightmare. When he graduated and went to college, he promised himself he would never look back.

Sometimes, he did regret it. Specially for Virgil.

A sigh escaped his lips and he leant his face against the window of the bus, Virgil was his best friend on that period of his life. He was his rock on that time, and Román was his. They stayed in contact a few months after graduation, until Román moved away for college.

It wasn’t that they ended up bad, fighting or just ignoring each other. They just… drift away. They sent each other merry Christmas or felices fiestas or even hey, lol do you remember that time I was so drunk I broke your closet? but somewhere in the middle they stopped.

It was sad, for him at least.

He wondered if Virgil was doing okay. He tried to look him up on his Facebook and Twitter, but apparently, he deleted his profiles.

Román pushed his twin slightly when Remus started dozing off, but at least that broke the train of thought going through his head.

To be honest, he was only coming to this “Lovely Highschool Reunion” in hopes to see Virgil again, and to maybe rubbed on the faces of everyone that bullied him that he was being a very successful actor, who wasn’t hiding his sexuality and was pretty much happy with his life.

Remus left out a snore, breaking Román’s thoughts once again.

“You’re gross.” He mumbled, staring into the window.

“Your face is gross.” His twin grumbled back.

Román laughed softly, and closed his eyes, hoping to sleep a little.-

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They arrived at a hotel, a day before the party.

“I’m glad my bro is rich, otherwise I would’ve probably ended up sleeping on a park.” Remus said, entering their shared room because Román refused to pay $45 dollars for another one.

“I’m glid mi bri is rich, menso [dumb].” He mimicked, earning a playful glare from his brother who was unpacking.

Remus ended up majoring in psychology, and was working on a police station, helping with profiles of criminals and offering his shrinks advices to policemen who needed it. Román couldn’t be prouder of him.

He remembered, how back in highschool he would prefer dead rather than interact with his twin. They were, to this day, opposites. He hated his guts. That changed, of course, not only after their parents passed away but also as they matured and realized that they only had each other.

Román was bullied most of his highschool years for being a latino, so he tried to hide his heritage as much as possible, while Remus was the latino who would yell Cielito Lindo when something good happened, he even grew a mustache for fuck sake. Román hated it, it made his blood boiled with shame and rage.

Eventually, and with Remus help, he accepted that he wasn’t bullied because he was latino, but because people are assholes.

Now, Remus and Román were best friends, and he wouldn’t change it for the world.

“Wanna go out tonight?” Remus asked, throwing himself at one of the beds.

“Maybe, for a drink.”

“Or… we could stay up late trying to chismear [gossip], I heard that Brad isn’t coming cuz he’s in jail, can you believe?”

Román held back a tiny smile, “Why do you keep contact with this people, Re?”

He shrugged, “El chisme llega a mi, yo no lo pido.” [Gossip arrives, I don’t ask for it]

“Yeah, sure, viejo chismoso.”

In the end, they did end up just chatting and gossiping around their ex-classmates lives, even checking their profiles on the internet and laughing at the cringest photos.

“Do you think he will come?”

“Mmm? Vee?” Remus blocked his phone, “I mean, probably…” He trailed off, not knowing what else to say, “You want him to come?”

“I wish he did…”

Remus hummed, probably thinking as the shrink he is, but said nothing.

When Remus tried to speak again, Roman was already asleep.

This was a bad idea.

Annie stared into the mirror, at the purple dress that Patton had bought him. It was weird, how back in highschool he barely talked to him, and now he was his best friend. Even though, that word tasted weird on her tongue.

“I’m not sure about this.” She said, twirling with the dress on.

“I think you look great, Ann.”

She grumbled.

She would stare into the eyes of people who still thought about her as Virgil, and she wasn’t even sure how to feel about it. She wanted to see Román again, of course, and while she knew she still had his phone, still she wanted to tell him on his face.

“Hey Ro, guess what?”

She postponed it for three years, and now this was probably her last chance. Patton said she was being dramatic, but she felt as if she owed Ro an explanation on why she suddenly stopped talking to him.

She still stalked him on Facebook, more times than she’s proud on admitting. Since she deleted the Virgil Sanders profile and created Annie Sanders, she wasn’t brave enough to send a friend request to him, but she could still see some of his posts, as well as his Instagram account, and since Roman was an actor, he was more public there.

“Stop overthinking, An.” Pat hit her softly on her shoulder, “it’s going to be okay.”

“What if someone makes fun?”

“Then that’s their problem, sweetheart.”

“I hate when you’re optimistic and right.”

Patton chuckled, but didn’t say anything.

“This is boring.” Remus nodded, “The food it’s awful.” Another nod, “People are being hypocrites.” Nod, “And he’s not here.”

“Hey, Ro!” Someone interrupted whatever Remus was going to say, and he just shrugged and went back to his drink and probably texting his significant other. Román turned around, with a smile on his face waiting for another person to say something about how much he changed, only to find Pat and a girl.

“Pat!” He said, a little more excited. Patton wasn’t his friend, per se, but he wasn’t a jerk back then, “How are you?”

Patton seemed nervous, but then again, a highschool reunion wasn’t exactly a place to be calm. “Huh, I’m doing fine Ro, I see you’re in acting, I was very happy when I saw you got a leading role.”

Román felt himself smiling softly, a genuine one, “Oh, thank you very much.”

Then a wicked smile appeared on Pat’s face, grabbed the wrist of the woman behind him, “I actually went with An to see the movie, you should talk with her!” He then turned to Remus, who was watching the whole scene with an amused face, “Ree~ Please come with me!” and grabbed his twin’s arm and walked away.

That was weird.

“Hello? I’m Roman, nice to meet you, Ann.”

The girl looked away, she was blushing. Roman noticed that she was pretty, a sharp jawline, and pretty green eyes her eyes looked like Vee’s. Her gaze was on the floor, as if she was trying to make herself smaller.

“You, huh, I know you.” She looked up, like she was scared, “I meant it like, we’ve already met…”

“Huh? I don’t remember you. Higschool was horrible, for me anyways.”

Ann made a face, like she was hurt, “Then why did you came?”

“I wanted to meet someone. My bestfriend, we lost contact. Maybe you know him? His name is Virgil!”

She winced when the name left his mouth, “I huh, I am him. I mean… surprise?”

Román stared at her, “I’m not understanding you, Ann…”

She took a deep breath and lock her emerald with his own eyes. “I am Virgil.” She winced again, “I was Virgil. I’m trans. Nice to see you again.”

For Ann, time stopped the moment she said the last word. She knew that Román wouldn’t be transphobic, but at the same time she was so damn scared.

“Oh.” He simply said.

Then she felt the way Ro’s arms were circling around her, and she melted instantly on the embrace, “Goddamit Ann.” He was wetly laughing, “You could’ve just told me.”

“I didn’t want to tell you over text, and then… time flies.”

“I missed you so much! I have so much to tell you!”

And just like that, it was like time stopped around them.

It was like time didn’t even went by.

I don’t think there are a lot of MtF fics, and I really wanted to write one, but I wasn’t sure how to, so I hope this is okay.

Thank you so much for reading!!

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darker-soft-starker · 5 years ago

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This, too

For my actual ride or die @starkerforlife6969, who constantly wows me with their talent and beautiful heart, i luh ya xo xo

TW: mental health issues, angst, hurt/comfort, a mention of Skip Westcott

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Peter dreams.

Nightmares, most prominently - drifting dust and ash and the crush of cement against the curve of his spine. Often he dreams in flashes of mundane panic, that he’s late for work or he just missed the train. Sometimes the dreams are good, doorways into pockets of time, echoes of memories that feel as real as all his waking moments.

That night he dreams of dinner with May and Ben, except he’s not fourteen like he was when they were all together last, he’s himself now. It’s warm, bright, hazy in that way that dreams are. Tony is there too and they love him. Ben is laughing, all husky straight from the chest as May is recalling a memory of one of her misadventures in college, throwing her head back as she loses her cool and guffaws. She wipes a tear from her eye as she dwindles into soft giggles, looking over at Ben in shared reminiscence. Peter laughs along and catches Tony’s fond expression aimed just at him.

It’s real, it feels so real. Until the shrill tones of his alarm wakes him up.

Sometimes good dreams are the worst ones.

Like blinking back into reality after one of Beck’s illusions when Peter wakes up he feels every pinch of warmth extinguish to a gritty, cold ash. The memories crumble, slipping away like hands trying to keep water cupped between them. Blinking slowly against the cool morning light, reality settles around him like sediments sinking heavily all over his body.

It’s like someone scooped out everything inside of him - the call to feel anything results in a mournful echo.

He blinks once, twice.

Oh, it's one of those days, he thinks.

Huh.

In sluggish, forced movement he takes his phone from the bedside table and silences his alarm. It's sixteen minutes past seven in the morning. He’s an early riser and should have been up already. Showered. In the kitchen. Flicking through social media as breakfast is cooking or coffee cooling or kissing Tony goodbye before the office beckons him away.

Except the impetus to get out of the bed isn’t exactly there. Outside of the bed is everything too big and too loud, even if he didn’t feel so heavy, all of his insides are grey, concrete and congealed, he feels like he would shatter at the slightest touch.

He blinks once. Twice.

The other side of the bed is empty and there is a message bright on his screen.

Had to leave for the office early, won’t be home until late - love you - you at work yet?

Fingers slow, Peter types a response, swallows around the lump in his throat.

Have a headache, stayed home. Love you.

He deletes that. Tries again.

Yeah, omw. Have a good day - love u.

It’s not right to make Tony worry.

He should get up. Piss. Shave. Wash. Eat. Not lie to his partner.

Except, he knows Tony would call. Would want to come home. Would try and shift him out of that concrete casing that presses down all over him and renders him immobile - and Peter just can’t. The thing about days like these is that there is plenty of should-do’s and want-to-do’s but on days like these desire is a foreign notion, incentive doesn’t go here and it means he does nothing. Which only further proves his own uselessness.

So he won’t say anything. He would do anything to protect Tony - even from Peter himself.

Besides, he doesn't want to talk through the saliva in his mouth feels like glue, doesn't know how to, even if he wanted to work through his molasses-like thoughts. He knows Tony wouldn’t mind - but Peter can’t let him see him like this, he has enough to deal with.

Tony is a good man.

Peter isn’t.

He thinks sometimes he believes that he is - good that is. Sometimes he knows that he is - but often the conditioned therapy speak can’t convince him that his guilt isn’t valid, that all his efforts at goodness aren’t just a way to bleach away all of the bad things he is responsible for, that for all his goodness he is just inherently, irrevocably bad.

Rhyme and reason is a joke - why the nothingness takes his breath today of all days, hitting like he’s hog-tied and dumped into the bottom of the ocean. It's not a birthday or an anniversary. It's not a day of any significance, so the inertia that swallows him is baseless - but then again, isn’t it always? Maybe the residue has been accumulating while he's been making quips and jokes because - but what excuse does he have for it, does he ever have for it?

His throat sticks when he swallows dryly and he idly considers leaving the safe haven of the creased bedsheets to get some water.

Some time later, a minute, an hour, he makes himself go to the bathroom to relieve himself. He doesn't shower or wash his face. He doesn't even remember if he washed his hands. He doesn't get a drink of water.

The bed becomes an island.

Their mattress is too fancy to leave an indent where he normally sleeps but Peter imagines it’s there anyway, a divot to safely rest the contours of his body like a cradle. A safe place for his thoughts to circle, passing from one to another like a slideshow, deliberating, ruminating, around and around like the view-master he had as a kid. Laughably he tries not to focus on it, let it sweep by, but all it does is make the thoughts whirl into a dizzying kaleidoscope.

The laptop on the desk at the far wall shines all chrome and sleek lines, Peter wonders what it would take to fire it up, Netflix his listlessness away. Even his short-circuiting thoughts decide against it.

More than anything the pressure on his chest wants nothing more to ease to the sound of Tony’s voice.

He just --

Sometimes Peter tries to rationalize the entropy of the universe. By thinking every person and force is like a game of chess, energy in and out, everything has a purpose for good or bad, it gets him by. Sooner or later, surely, anything has a meaning or a lesson worth learning.

But then his core is stripped bare on days like today and Peter thinks of his parents and Ben and Natasha and everyone else who is never coming back and thinks this philosophy is wrong. There is no rhyme or reason on a greater scale for permanently blacking out an untold story. There is no greater lesson to be found in a life culled before its time.

The universe isn't playing chess. It's playing darts in the dark.

Focus.

This isn't him, this helplessness. Most days he doesn't feel like this at all, sees the shine on the horizon and the sun through the leaves – and then... some days, in private, his proverbial ability to clot fails and he bleeds out. His bad day isn't a stubbed toe, a missed train and a burnt dinner. His bad day is quicksand, stasis he can’t wake from and completely withdraws from reality - bad days are Ben’s last look of disappointment on replay and the burn of Skip Westcotts’ touch and an aching void where everything used to be.

He doesn’t open up his laptop but he does bring up Instagram on his phone and scrolls through the glossy highlight reels of everyone else's life.

He must fall asleep because the next thing he knows is a hand is brushing over his forehead, fingers tenderly carding through his curls.

When he blinks his eyes open Tony is sitting beside him. He’s fully dressed, face creased in concern.

“Thought you were at work, baby,” Tony says softly. “You feeling okay?”

Tony’s watch is before his face, reading noon. Far earlier than Peter thought to have himself dressed and behaving with some semblance of normality.

“M’fine. I didn’t expect you back so early,” Peter mumbles, cheeks going pink.

The response prompts a frown from the older man, the stroking against his scalps slowing as his partner assesses him.

Shame burns hot in Peters gut when he sees something akin to understanding flashes briefly in Tony’s eyes. Jaw clenching, Peter slams his eyes shut and exhales. Jesus, fuck this isn’t what Tony should have to put up with --

“Hey, s’okay. What’s wrong?”

Peter contemplates his age old story, what he used to tell May and his teachers when the door outside his bedroom seemed too dark a labyrinth to go near. I have a headache. I think I'm getting the flu. Allergy season is sure starting early this year. But the words get tangled in his throat and it's inevitably easier to just say nothing. He can't think of a lie quick enough to replace the excuses in his head.

There's a thumb caressing his cheek, resting at the side of his mouth.

There's a blink-and-you'll-miss spring of resentment in his stomach because he doesn't want to explain at the same time that he does and all of the thoughts bottleneck in his head - like should he act normal? How should he behave, what should he talk about, what will Tony want to talk about, is Peter going to be convincing enough, how far does the truth really stretch - how dirty will Peter feel lying to him -

Every thought stalls like a traffic jam in his head.

Overwhelmed, Peter brings a hand over his eyes and exhales frustratedly.

“I’m sorry,” he manages.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Tony whispers softly from behind him, sheets rustling as he inches closer. “You’re alright, I’ve got you.”

He doesn’t know how to answer, chest cracking open as the noise in his head reaches an unbearable crescendo.

“Is it okay if I touch you?”

Peter nods, unable to speak around the lump in his throat.

Tony crawls into bed with him, discarding his jacket, shoes and belt onto the floor. The cotton of his shirt feels nice against Peter’s face when he curls up and leans his head on Tony’s chest, but he undoes a few buttons to slip his hand inside anyway, just to feel something real and living.

This isn’t what Tony came home expecting, it shouldn’t be his job to look after Peter, shouldn’t have to tolerate this. Peter should do better.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, the ache in his chest getting worse with each passing second.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” Tony dismisses, stroking Peter’s hair. “I’ve got you, baby, you’re okay. You want to talk about it?”

The arms tighten around Peter like maybe it could hold him together as he gives a sedate shake of his head.

“That’s okay.” A kiss to his hair. “I love you very much.”

“You too,” Peter murmurs, eyes closing in a mix of guilt and relief.

Another apology rises in his throat but he swallows it down, sinking into Tony’s comforting embrace, listening to this rich tones of the older man's voice telling him it will be okay, how strong he is, how it will pass soon.

Peter loves Tony enough not to argue.

It’s enough.

#starker #starker fic #tony stark x peter parker #tw: mental health issues #tw: depression #tw: skip westcott mention #angst #hurt/comfort #im sorry this is not good #but please accept my humble scraps anyhow #nothing like angst to express my love for jay

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