#as for my 12th i believe my girlfriend and i went to the house to do laundry

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Poems: Day 12 (January 12th)

Evanescent Forest

Somewhere—

not too far from here

but not a place you've ever heard of—

there lies a forest,

small and sacred,

that flickers

in and out

Like swirling mist or fickle fog

coat the skin in warm drops of velvet

slowly fading

The forest and all its creatures

show themselves for a blink

before the vanishing

of ghost trees, sugar-spun animals, smoke moss

You will not find

this forest on any map

as paper cannot hold vapour

or a fleeting memory,

and if you ever see it,

no-one will ever believe you

or your tales of phantoms in the night

Do not go

searching,

child

it will find you

when it is ready

to claim what is its

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Here's the link to the corresponding writing prompt post

[ml-1998]

Part 1/4

I really feel the need to write this as we’ve closed the book. This for me. So I can look back at us without putting myself through the pain of seeing pictures of you and us together.

First year of uni I had the worst year of my life. Being on my alone for the first time. Having a bad heartbreak and finally accepting I struggle with depression. It was a low for me. Everything felt hopeless. Then I finished first year and went back one with this pain. University second year started and I was still carrying this pain someone left and I was close to letting it go even though this person kept trying to keep me roped in. That’s when I met you. Remember swiping on tinder when you’re name popped up and I recognised the beautiful girl that observing my rehearsal. I obviously swiped right and we matched and although it wasn’t you that swiped we can both say we were happy she did. Then I asked for your Snapchat and got your real one and at first I know you were hesitant because your friend gave me your Snapchat but that night we talked for hours. Playing 100 questions game. Asking each other questions and getting to know each other. I remember thinking who is this girl. Why do we get on so well. Then come the music video. Ritz was good friend of mine and was doing film and asked me to be part of his film and I said yeah and he needed another actress and I immediately thought of you? Why? I just wanted a reason to meet you. I remember the first time I saw you. When we went to his house to talk about the film and I was talking to you and I could feel the tension we had from the moment we met. Do you remember it? The first time we went to ember and we played pool. I was telling you to stop distracting me and you said you didn’t know what I meant. I was flirting with you. I couldn’t look at you and focus. You filled my heart with butterflies when you looked at me. Then we started filming and when we had to look at each other and I had every urge to kiss you but stayed professional. I wish I could kiss you now. Then we sat on the couch and you put your legs on my lap and that was the first time we cuddled. I remember in between shoots where you tried to tackle me into the ground and floored you and just stayed there looking at you. And from then on we carried on texting every hour of everyday. Talking about our wants and likes and loves in life. Families. Deep insecurities. I felt so comfortable talking about anything with you. You made me feel safe and let my guard down. All this while I was living with the girl that broke my heart and you helped me pick up the pieces and you built it back up with me. From this point on I saw you alot. From gobble to the green room to the library. Until gobble December 12th. When you were dared to kiss me. It wasn’t a dare you wanted to and I wanted you to. And you still didn’t know I liked you. Until I told you as you were getting your jacket from the cloakroom. I still remember the red dress you were wearing. How your hair curled down perfectly past your shoulders. how you looked at me when I told you I had feelings for you. And how much courage it took for me to say it. Then in December we made it exclusive. And from that point on I realised there was something really special here. Everything felt so effortless. Talking to you was what I looked forward to most. Texting till the late hours in the morning. The first time we slept together and everything just felt right. No awkwardness. It was like a perfect symphony. And on February 4th I asked you what we were. You said “boyfriend and girlfriend?” I was so happy you said that. I remember thinking I can’t believe this girl is mine and you said to me “you only said that cause I said it” and I said I would have said it if you didn’t. I think not having you 24/7 gave me more value and appreciation of what I had. We didn’t waste time being petty to each other. Causing issues. We had such a level of trust that I don’t think anything could have broken it. The bond we shared from the day we met always felt unbreakable to me. I really thought it was and maybe it is. Then came your family. Your friend caused you so many problems and it gets blamed on us and you felt no other option but to break up with me and that’s what you did.Part 2 ->

[youareinlovees]

Taylor and Joe in 2019 

January 2nd – Joe is seen leaving Taylor’s Tribeca apartment. (x)

January 6th – They both attend the Golden Globes in LA.

“While Taylor presented, Joe watched the teleprompter near him and smiled and [his The Favourite costar] Nicholas Hoult patted him on the back. After Gaga walked on stage, Joe shifted his gaze to the stage near Taylor. She was smiling at him while she walked off the stage. She looked over her shoulder and gave a sassy cute little smile at his table’s direction.” 

(via US Weekly)

January 6th – An ET reporter asks Joe if he and Taylor would ever work together. (x)

“It’s not planned at the moment but who knows.”

“Swift joined Alwyn at Fox’s party at the Beverly Hilton Hotel. The instant she entered the event, the “Gorgeous” singer made a beeline for The Favourite star, putting her head on his shoulder and hand on his chest. Swift didn’t leave Alwyn’s side, posing for photos and chatting with Alwyn’s co-star, Nicholas Hoult, as she kept her hand around Alwyn’s waist. At the end of the evening, the two exited through the back of the venue and away from the crowds.” 

(via Entertainment Tonight)

FOX Post Show Celebration was also one of the starriest, with The Favourite cast holding court at their table and having a ball throughout the night. Big winner Olivia Colman was seen taking shots with Joe Alwyn, who was accompanied by girlfriend Taylor Swift the whole night. 

The Grammy winner cheered on the cast as they took the shots and was affectionate with her beau throughout the celebration. The ultra-private couple was spotted kissing and cozying up at their table along with Alwyn’s Favourite costar Emma Stone and her Saturday Night Live writer boyfriend Dave McCary. 

(via PEOPLE)

CAA party: Alwyn and Swift made a brief appearance around 1 a.m. Security swarmed them,” the source says. “They sat in a couch at a table with their drinks in the back of the party and were talking with several people. They looked at each other a few times and it seemed like Joe was trying to make sure she was OK and gauge when she wanted to leave. They were then escorted out of a private exit together.”

(via E Online)

Video of them arriving at one of the afterparties.

February 8th – Taylor and Joe are spotted leaving The Spaniards Inn in Hampstead, London. (x)

February 9th – They’re seen walking around in Notting Hill.

February 10th – Taylor skips the Grammys and attends several BAFTA afterparties with Joe instead. (x) (x)

Taylor Swift spotted caressing Joe Alwyn after sneaking into BAFTA dinner (x)

Determined to keep a low profile, Taylor swerved the main event at the Royal Albert Hall attended by the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge and headed straight to the exclusive dinner at the swanky Grosvenor Hotel on Park Lane.

“Taylor and Joe spent most of the evening in the middle of the room near the head table and based on table 68. They were chatting to colleagues but Taylor didn’t hide her affection towards Joe. She was seen caressing his back as they chatted away to a pal. It was clear they were an item but Taylor appeared conscious not to make a big deal about her appearance - she was just there for a good time rather than working like she would have to at the Grammys. Taylor didn’t leave Joe’s side all evening.”

Keen to keep a memento from the night, Taylor was seen taking home two pottery rabbit table decorations from her table. 

Taylor talked to a Grazia reporter about The Favourite and how proud she was of him. (x)

While Grazia chatted to Joe about working with Olivia Colman (‘She was amazing,’ he gushed), Taylor appeared and gave him a congratulatory squeeze. ‘I was watching the show from home,’ she told us. ‘Every time The Favourite won another award, I was just squealing! I couldn’t believe it,’ she continued. ‘It’s so great for him – and it’s his first time coming to the BAFTAs, so it’s exciting. It’s a big deal.’ The singer, who is currently filming Cats, added how ‘proud’ she was of Joe’s success. 

They were seen leaving the Vogue / Tiffany & Co afterparty. (video) (x)

February 12th – In an interview with ET, Rebel Wilson is asked whether she’s seen Joe on the set of CATS. (x)

“I haven’t! I have met him, but not on set.” 

February 22nd – Taylor and Joe attend the CAA Oscars pre-party in West Hollywood. (x)

February 23rd – The Mirror publishes an article about Olivia Colman and Taylor becoming friends through Joe. (x)

A source revealed: “After the Baftas Taylor sang up a storm with Olivia Colman, Joe and Melissa McCarthy too at a London hotel. They had their own room and Olivia and Taylor were behaving like best buddies.Taylor thinks Olivia is amazing, she loves her and the sing song wasn’t a one off.” The insider added: “They have already made plans for Oscar week. They’re going to have a rerun of the karaoke night and Olivia has even been to Taylor and Joe’s LA home too.”

February 24th – Taylor and Joe hang out with Martha, Camila Cabello and Matthew Hussey at the Vanity Fair Oscars afterparty.

Video of them at the Fox afterparty.

“Taylor Swift made a surprise appearance with her boyfriend, The Favourite star Joe Alwyn. As the party wound down, Swift and Alwyn were overheard contemplating late-night karaoke with Alwyn’s co-star Nicholas Hoult.”

(via Vanity Fair)

February 25th – Joe posts a photo taken in Taylor’s LA house.

March 3rd – Taylor and Joe are seen hiking together in the Santa Monica mountains. (video) 

A picture he took of her is later included in the Lover photoshoot. (x)

March 6th – Taylor drops an ELLE article titled “30 Things I Learned Before Turning 30.″ (x)

How to fight fair with the ones you love. Chances are you’re not trying to hurt the person you love and they aren’t trying to hurt you. If you can wind the tension of an argument down to a conversation about where the other person is coming from, there’s a greater chance you can remove the shame of losing a fight for one of you and the ego boost of the one who “won” the fight. I know a couple who, in the thick of a fight, say “Hey, same team.” Find a way to defuse the anger that can spiral out of control and make you lose sight of the good things you two have built. They don’t give out awards for winning the most fights in your relationship. They just give out divorce papers.

Apologizing when you have hurt someone who really matters to you takes nothing away from you. Even if it was unintentional, it’s so easy to just apologize and move on. Try not to say “I’m sorry, but...” and make excuses for yourself. Learn how to make a sincere apology, and you can avoid breaking down the trust in your friendships and relationships.

For too long, the projected opinions of strangers affected how I viewed my relationships. Whether it was the general internet consensus of who would be right for me, or what they thought was “couples goals” based on a picture I posted on Instagram. That stuff isn’t real. For an approval seeker like me, it was an important lesson for me to learn to have my OWN value system of what I actually want.

Playing mind games is for the chase. In a real relationship or friendship, you’re shooting yourself in the foot if you don’t tell the other person how you feel, and what could be done to fix it. No one is a mind reader. If someone really loves you, they want you to verbalize how you feel. This is real life, not chess.

April 17th – Emma Roberts and Garrett Hedlund (Joe’s Billy Lynn co-star) visit Joe and Taylor at their LA place. (x)

April 24th – Taylor sends @/daylightanna – a family friend of the Alwyns – reputation merch and a signed photo for her birthday. (x)

April 26th – Taylor posts a video of her cat Benjamin Button, and Joe’s hand is clearly visible at the start of the clip. (x)

April 30th – In the ME! behind the scenes video where Taylor meets Benji, she says she has to “get on the phone” before she can adopt him. (x)

May 1st – In an interview with iHeartRadio Canada, Taylor is asked about how she chose Benji’s name. (x)

What made you decide to go with the name Benjamin Button?

I really liked the movie Benjamin Button.

Okay, that’s a good answer.

And Benjamin Button in the movies is such a good guy, you know? He’s always doing the right thing.

May 2nd – The day after the BBMAs, Taylor leaves Las Vegas for London.

May 4th – Taylor is seen in Notting Hill (again).

May 15th – Taylor is interviewed on The Ellen Show, and at one point Ellen says to the audience, “We have to take a break, and then uh, we’re gonna come back and she’s gonna talk all about her boyfriend!” (video)

May 21st – Taylor leaves LA for London, and then she and Joe fly to France the next day.

May 24th – Taylor and Joe are seen out in Paris together. (x)

They visit the Pont Neuf Bridge and the Square du Vert-Galant, where scenes from the Begin Again music video were filmed.

They also went to the Grand Palais on the same trip.

Joe posts these photos that Taylor took. 

May 25th – In an interview with NRJ Paris, Taylor was asked what she would do if her boyfriend forgot her birthday. (x)

“Wouldn’t happen. I don’t know how to react to something that is an impossibility. I’m so loud about my birthday, you couldn’t miss it.”

May 25th – Taylor likes and reblogs this chain post.

May 26th – Taylor posts photos from her hotel room that Joe most likely took.

May 31st – Taylor and Joe go on a double date with Rob Pattinson and Suki Waterhouse at San Vicente Bungalows in LA. (x)

The San Vicente Bungalows is an exclusive members-only club and has a "no phones, no pictures, no social media, no talking about other members-policy." So it truly is the perfect place for two private couples to have a double date out.

Other people still saw Swift, Alwyn, Pattinson, and Waterhouse, and one onlooker told Us Weekly that the date happened. It was good fun. "The four were laughing and talking" all night, the onlooker said. "They were at a table, just the four of them. Rob and Taylor were across from each other."

June 12th – Katy Perry posts a photo from Taylor’s place, and a blurry polaroid of Joe and Benji can be seen in the corner.

June 19th – Taylor leaves NYC and flies to London.

June 27th – Taylor films the BBC Children In Need documentary and says she got involved because Olivia Colman reached out to Joe.

(via taylorswifth)

Olivia talks about how she managed to get Taylor to show up and surprise Shaun. (x)

“Taylor Swift goes out with a very lovely fella, Joe Alwyn, who I did a job with. And I did a very cheeky text at him and went, ‘Do you think Taylor will come along and surprise Shaun Dooley?’”

June 29th – kingkeir tweets about Taylor renting a place near London Zoo.

July 2nd – Taylor, Martha, Ashley and the HAIM sisters go on vacation to the St Thomas Virgin Islands. (x)

July 6th – Joe finishes filming A Christmas Carol, the same day Taylor and her friends are papped flying back to the US. They presumably meet up in New York the next day.

July 10th – Taylor performs at the Amazon Prime Day Concert in NYC. Throughout the show–and especially during Delicate–she kept looking and pointing at Joe, who was sitting in the soundbooth. (video)

In Ashley’s IG story, Gigi says “Taylor can’t stop looking at him!” and she replies “here text him!” (video)

July 11th – The day after the Prime Concert, they fly from NYC to London.

July 13th – Taylor and Joe were reportedly seen at Starbucks in Muswell Hill.

July 16th – In a radio interview with KIIS 1065, Katy Perry talks about ending her feud with Taylor. (x)

“I started seeing her around at like the Oscar parties when she was accompanying her boyfriend and I just went up to her and I was like 'hey, you know it's been a long time and I think we've grown up a little bit and I just wanted to say I'm sorry.”

July 18th – Taylor and Joe fly to Manchester, and it’s pretty likely that this photo (posted on July 26) was from this trip, because it was taken at the Peak District and that’s an hour long drive from Manchester.

July 20th – Joe and Taylor arrive in LA.

July 24th – Taylor likes this post. 

July 23rd – Taylor films the Lover music video in LA. Joe and Andrea are seen sitting together on set. (x)

July 25th – Riley Knoxx posts a vlog on her YouTube channel about her experience of being in the YNTCD video. She talks about her conversations with Taylor on-set, and how Taylor showed her photos of her with Joe. (x)

“We talked about everything, from whether we want kids or not, [Taylor] showed me videos of her cats and her boyfriend, who she’s rarely seen with, but she’s showing me, you know, the pictures.”

July 30th – In an interview with Cosmopolitan, Rebel Wilson is asked whether she got some dating tips from Taylor while they were filming CATS. (x)

“She’s in a pretty committed relationship now, so it didn’t really come up.”

August 2nd – London secret sessions are held.

Taylor name dropped Joe when explaining Cruel Summer, confirming that it’s about him. (x)

She also talks to theirgetawaycar about spending Christmas in Ireland, which stacks because we know she spent the holidays with Joe and their families at Glin Castle.

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[mimi-cee-hq]

Every Season - Kyoutani x Reader

Pairing: Kyoutani x f!Reader

Summary: Kyoutani finally introduces Y/n to the team. When they all comment on how he got such a sweet and innocent girlfriend, Kyoutani lets out a snort. A cute and funny getting together story of different kisses throughout the years and seasons.

Genre and Tropes: Cute childhood friends fluff!

Words: 2,218

This is for the July HQWN monthly prompt event. I'm using the International Kissing Day prompt.

Author's Notes: This is a match-up story for an anon. Thanks to @kingkags for beta reading the first half of the story. :) 

To anon, I don't think I captured your personality very well because I only write PG. loll. I tried to keep the main aspects of your description, so I hope you still like it. >.<

*****

“I still can’t believe that’s Mad Dog’s girlfriend.”

There were crackles from the meat cooking at the neighbouring table. Y/n lit the barbeque for their own table as she welcomed them. The entire team was curious to see what sort of girl Kyoutani was dating so Yahaba and Watari decided on her family's restaurant when they organized a graduation party for the third years.

Y/n smiled at the boys, “What would you like to order?”

The large bow in her hair bounced as she nodded, taking their orders. After she went through the list she wrote, confirming their preferences, she pushed up her round glasses with her knuckles before she left to process the order.

After Oikawa finished gawking at her, he turned to Kyoutani and asked, “How the heck did you end up with such a sweet and innocent girlfriend?”

Kyoutani, just when he was about to sip his drink, let out a snort instead. They were lucky. If the drink was in his mouth, it would have ended up in their faces.

*****

A tiny young girl stood in front of Kyoutani in the living room of her house. “Kyoutani, this is Y/n,” her mother introduced her to the five-year-old boy.

Y/n gave him a sweet smile and waved at him. “It’s nice to meet you, Kyo-chan.” The black bow in her hair slightly shifted as she gave him a small polite nod.

Kyoutani jumped back a couple of feet, clutching his mom’s shirt once he was at her side. He gave a low growl as he glared at her. He had a feeling he should be weary of her.

“Ooo,” Y/n cooed. “Can we keep him?” she asked her mom, giggling.

“What?”

“He’s so cute!” Y/n told her. “He’s like a puppy!”

“He’s not a dog!” Y/n’s mom scolded her.

Kyoutani continued to scowl at Y/n. When his mom left his side, he tensed up, and retreated to the far side of a couch. He gritted his teeth and sat with all fours on a cushion, not allowing his eyes to leave Y/n’s even as their mothers walked out of the room.

Y/n ran to her well-worn toy box and stuck her head in. After she searched through it, she told him, “Look, Kyo-chan!” She held up a bright red leaf. “I have one for you too!” she said, revealing a second one. She continued to share about how she picked them up a few days ago when she marvelled at the trees turning into various shades of reds, yellows, and oranges.

Kyoutani, with his hands still tense, inched closer towards Y/n. Once beside her, he took the leaf from her hand. Staring at the intricate veins on the red leaf, he noted that it was whole and not bent or damaged. His eyes grew as he stared in awe, his scowl finally disappearing and his eyebrows relaxed.

“It’s pretty—,” he started to say. But just as he tilted his head up to look at Y/n, her face was right in front of his. And then she stole a kiss from him.

She giggled.

Kyoutani jumped back, cheeks red and ears flaring. Seeing his reaction, Y/n fell on the floor laughing.

Clenching his teeth, he knew he should have trusted his instincts and shouldn’t have let his guard down. He wouldn’t be tricked again.

“Mommy! Kyo-chan bit me!”

*****

“It’s your turn,” Kyoutani told Y/n with a smirk. He was one pair of cards ahead of her in their game of Go Fish, but she didn't give up yet.

Y/n’s mom was watching the two kids play through the opened sliding door to their backyard. A cool spring breeze would sometimes enter the kitchen as she prepared some kimchi for a future meal. She could see the two sitting on an outdoor mat as they continued taking turns removing a card from the other’s hand.

Now at eight-years-old, Kyoutani would often be at Y/n’s house whenever his parents needed a babysitter. He still didn’t exactly like Y/n, but he didn’t have much of a choice.

At first he wouldn’t even talk to her. He would sit at the couch, cautious of Y/n’s every move, waiting for his parents to come back. But Y/n’s parents were kind to him. They noticed Kyoutani’s discomfort so sometimes her dad would take him out of the house. Some days it would be for ice cream. Other days they’d grab a burger. He even brought Kyoutani to a volleyball game once. But over this past year, Kyoutani finally got along with Y/n - or at least enough to get through a couple of games.

Kyoutani eyed at the two cards in Y/n’s hand, wearing his perpetual scowl. He licked his lips just before he grabbed a card from Y/n. He placed his pair of cards on the mat with a smirk. He won.

“You cheated!” Y/n accused him. Kyoutani rolled his eyes, accustomed with Y/n’s inability to lose. “I demand a rematch!”

“Hmph,” Kyoutani crossed his arms, scowling as he looked away.

Y/n’s mom sighed and shook her head. “When are they finally going to get along,” she commented to herself.

“We do get along!” Y/n told her mom. As if to prove her point, she quickly leaned towards Kyoutani to give him a peck on his cheek.

He flinched and shuffled away from Y/n, grimacing at her gesture. She laughed at his reaction as usual.

“What did I tell you about kissing Kyoutani!” her mom scolded her. “You’re torturing the poor boy!”

“But I only kissed his cheek this time!”

As Y/n continued to argue with her mom, Kyoutani attempted to scratch the cooties off his cheek, unaware of the red hue on his face.

*****

Kyoutani got out of bed after hearing pebbles tapping his bedroom window. He pushed the curtains open to see Y/n below, standing in front of his house. After nearly seven years of knowing her, she still does things that he could never predict. He groaned as he watched her breathe into her palms and rub them together. There was no snow on the ground, yet it was cold enough to see her breath. Y/n wore earmuffs which matched the signature black bow in her hair.

When he let her in, she threw off her scarf and earmuffs, letting out a big yawn before curling up on his living room couch.

“Why are you here when you're so tired?” Kyoutani asked her.

“I stayed up last night to finish up that history project with Kimiko,” she replied, not quite answering his question. “I shouldn’t have paired up with her,” she laughed. “She thought I was smart because I worked hard. But I thought she was smart because she hung out with the smart kids.”

Kyoutani smirked, taking a seat at her feet as she lay on the couch.

“Turns out we both share a brain cell,” she giggled. “Kimiko is fun but she’s too much of a clown. We get so distracted when we’re together. I don't know if we'll get an A." She groaned. "Remind me to never do a project with her again.”

“Never do a project with her again,” Kyoutani plainly told her with a smirk.

Y/n rolled her eyes and then jabbed his side with her toes. Kyoutani jerked away from her feet and shoved them away.

Y/n sat up beside him and hugged her legs. She turned to look at him and said, “Don’t you wish we were in the same class so we could study together?” 

Kyoutani feigned disgust at the thought.

“Hm?” she prodded as she batted her eyes at him. When she leaned in closer to him, pretending to kiss him, Kyoutani pushed her face away with his whole palm. She pouted, then got up to finally open the paper gift bag she brought with her.

“I have something for you.” She pulled out her notebook, pieces of coloured paper peeking out of the edges. She stood in front of him, revealing the notebook’s cover. Y/n had pasted together a picture of the two of them with the words “Happy 12th birthday” written underneath in her handwriting.

Kyoutani blinked a couple of times, not knowing what to say. His shoulders relaxed, still staring at the scrapbook.

“I know it’s still a few hours until your birthday, but I didn’t want to miss it—”

Kyoutani wrapped his arms around her. He felt her tense up before she started to pat his head.

Kyoutani had a rough day. He heard his teammates talking behind his back again. He didn't care to be their friends, but he at least longed for a team where he felt like he was wanted.

Y/n kissed his hair and hugged his head. Kyoutani sighed, deciding this was enough for now. He could be a lone wolf with volleyball knowing he didn't have to be one with her.

*****

Textbooks, pens and notebooks covered the kitchen table. Y/n dropped her head on her notes, exhausted from studying.

“I’m just going to close my eyes for a bit,” she told Kyoutani. “Wake me up if I actually fall asleep.”

“Why don’t you just go home?” he replied as he scrunched his brows, still glaring at the words in his textbook.

“Because I'll fail the test tomorrow.”

Kyoutani glanced at Y/n, her necklace catching his eye. Its pendant dangled as she stirred with her eyes still closed.

“Where’s your uniform's bow?”

“I threw it out.”

“What?”

“I know,” she yawned. “But it doesn't match this bow,” she said, pointing to her hair. “And I like this necklace.”

“Whatever.” Kyoutani didn’t bother. He knew the teachers would let her get away with it anyway. Even if they asked about her modification, she would just claim she lost it.

Kyoutani checked his phone. It was July 6, one of the days Y/n used as an excuse to flirt with him. He frowned, knowing that lately, he wasn't the only person she teased.

They entered high school that year. With new faces, students were eager to get to know each other. Some looked to make new friends while others searched for dating potentials. So there was one guy who made a pass on Y/n, and as they got to know each other, Y/n started to tease and flirt with him too.

Whenever Kyoutani saw them together, he shoved the guy aside and took Y/n with him. Y/n would prod him, asking if he was jealous. He denied it every time. He knew she wasn't serious when she flirted. She just liked getting a reaction.

Like with him.

He sighed at his unrequited feelings, pondering the pointlessness of them. It was pathetic. Gazing at Y/n shut eyelids, he wondered if he should put his feelings to rest too.

“I’m awake!” Y/n exclaimed, popping her head up and causing Kyoutani to flinch. He relaxed when she plopped her head back on the table. She turned to Kyoutani, staring at him. Kyoutani blinked a few times, wondering if she was going to say something. She did.

“Kyo-chan, you’re so pretty.”

Kyoutani rolled his eyes, knowing she was in her loopy mode and definitely too sleepy. “You should go home now.”

“Noooo~ I don’t want to.”

He rubbed his head, not knowing what to do with her. “Ugh, just go already,” he complained, grabbing her arm.

“But I want to stay with you,” she replied. He scoffed, shoving her arm back to her, before she continued. “I love you, Kyo-chan.”

Kyoutani choked up a bit. Did she really mean that? He studied her eyes, realizing she was serious. But his doubts still lingered, hesitant to reply.

He went for it. He didn't care anymore. He took this opening, hoping to keep his feelings alive and awake.

So he swooped in to give her a deep kiss, finally releasing the months - no, probably years - of longing for her. And she returned it.

After they broke apart, she commented with a smirk, "Did you remember it was international kissing day?"

"No, I forgot," he lied, going for another kiss.

*****

"I can't believe Yahaba got sick and missed this," whispered Oikawa.

"Yeah," Iwaizumi replied with a smirk. "He was the one who was curious about her the most."

Kyoutani watched Y/n as she came back to their table. She took the seat beside him and snuggled up against him when he placed his arm around her. She puckered her lips, asking for a kiss. Kyoutani gave a snort and rolled his eyes. But upon seeing her frown, he decided to give her a peck anyway.

"Ewww...," Hanamaki teased them.

"PDA! PDA!" Matsukawa chanted.

Kyoutani glared at them while Y/n giggled at his reaction like usual.

*****

Bonus/ Preview

Their team's manager fidgeted at the table, glancing at her wrist after scanning the restaurant. "Kindaichi," she whispered, nudging him. "Where's Kunimi?"

"He said his mom needed him for something."

"Oh," was all that came out of her lips. It seemed like she would have to wait until the new school year to see him again.

*****

Author's Notes:

I hope you liked it. :) I can't believe I was able to make a cute story for Kyoutani. lollll.

Also, their team manager is Y/n from WWYTF SMAU (completed) and Kimiko is Y/n from my Yahaba fic. Now a bunch of my fics are in the same world because I thought it would be fun. lol! (FYI, that wasn't the real reason why Kunimi wasn't there.)

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Matchup request description from anonymous: (For the longest time, I didn't know what to do with this. lol. I'm sorry I took so long to write this.)

Hi ^^ I like your writing and saw you were taking match up requests. I'm a small korean girl under 5ft. I have black wavy hair that is barely above my shoulders but I tie it back half up half down style with a black bow uwu. I also have wispy bangs with a round face and a small nose. I have round circle glasses that fall down cause of my small nose. In my spare time I do art. I usually paint, scrapbook, and edit. If I'm with friends I play card games but I get kinda competitive 💫

💫When I get comfortable with someone I start to become more of myself. In school I work really hard so people assume I'm smart. I also watch my words so people think I'm sweet and innocent. That's the complete opposite with my friends. I tend to flirt with them so I end up saying sexual things. And I won't hesitate to put my friends in pain by speaking uwu. With my 0 braincells I decided I would do anything almost anything for the aesthetic. Breaking dress code is one of them. 💫

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[sanderssidesfanfiction]

If There’s a Place I Could Be - Chapter Forty Nine

If There’s a Place I Could Be Tag

July 12th, 1998

“What?! No! Mom, I’m not doing that!” Remy protested, stealing a furtive glance at the girl two pews in front of them in church.

“She’s a very nice girl, Remy, and you haven’t even had one girlfriend yet! You need to learn how to treat a woman the way she deserves,” his mother said.

“Yeah, and I’m doing that by telling you no! I’m not going to string along a girl who I don’t love!” Remy snapped. “When I find the one, I’ll tell you. Until that day comes, I won’t be throwing myself towards any girl who just smiles at me nicely.”

“I think your son’s right,” the girl said, turning back towards them. “And just so you know, I already have a boyfriend. His name is Mark, and we’ve been talking about getting married one day.”

Remy turned red and apologized for the conversation, while his mom just stood there, decidedly unimpressed with him.

  November 22nd, 2001

Remy was cackling maniacally as he ran his hands under cold water from the kitchen sink. He flicked the excess water at Emile’s face before taking his cold, wet hands, and grabbing Emile’s cheeks, pulling him in for a quick, quiet kiss. “Stop!” Emile laughed, shoving Remy off him. “Dad’s going to kill us both if you keep that up!”

In response, Remy just moved his cold hands to Emile’s neck, causing him to shriek in surprise and rip Remy’s hands off him. “Dad said to wash our hands, not start a water fight!”

“What your dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Remy said with a wink. “You’re the one who would spill the beans by being too loud.”

“Me?!” Emile asked, the picture perfect definition of offended. “I’m the one who would spill the beans?! The one who has successfully hidden a number of boyfriends from the homophobic parts of my family?! I would be the one to spill the beans that you’re goofing off?!”

“Yep,” Remy said with a grin.

“You’ve lost it, Rem. Completely lost it,” Emile said, shaking his head.

“You boys okay?” Emile’s dad asked as he walked into the kitchen. “I thought I heard shenanigans.”

“No shenanigans here, Mister Thomas,” Remy said with a sickeningly sweet smile.

Emile’s dad just stared at him, decidedly unimpressed. “Emile, what did he do?”

“Hey!” Remy exclaimed indignantly.

“Son, your smile was too sweet to be anything but fake,” Emile’s dad said.

“He flicked cold water into my face and used my face and neck as a towel to dry his hands on,” Emile said, pulling a face.

Emile’s dad roared with laughter. “Oh, boys. What am I going to do with you?”

“You could always throw us to the wolves the second we turn twenty one and see what exactly we can do on our own?” Remy offered. “I would say twenty but Emile is already twenty. Bit late for that.”

Emile shoved Remy and Remy grinned at him shamelessly. “Come on, Emile, it’s just a little fun!”

“You may think it’s fun, I just think it’s obnoxious,” Emile huffed.

“Obnoxious or hurtful?” Remy asked, smile dimming some.

“Just obnoxious. You’re not hurting me, you’re just being relentlessly annoying,” Emile said.

“Oh! That’s okay, then,” Remy said with a laugh, smile growing again.

“Behave, you two. Our final guest of the evening just arrived,” Emile’s dad warned.

Emile suddenly looked nervous, and Remy put his still-cold hand on Emile’s shoulder. “It’ll be okay, Emile. You yourself said that you wouldn’t let anything slip.”

“Get your cold hands away from me,” Emile said, no heat behind the words. He sighed. “Thank you for the reassurance, though.”

“Of course, honey,” Remy said. “That’s what I’m here for. That, and being good-looking.”

“Shut up!” Emile hissed, grinning. “Grandpa is going to question you enough already, he doesn’t need to get confused more through your unique personality.”

Remy rolled his eyes but mimed zipping his lips and winked. It sent Emile into a fit of nervous giggles. “Why don’t you go say hi to your grandfather?” Remy asked. “I can help with the start of food preparation, your dad has an extra set of hands already.”

Emile hesitated. “I don’t want to leave you, though,” he said softly. “I want to stay nearby.”

“In the living room is nearby, Emile,” Remy said. “Everything will be okay. Your dad and I and maybe you can make dinner, we can all enjoy it, your grandfather will go home either tonight or early tomorrow, and nowhere is it revealed that we’re together. Okay?”

“Okay,” Emile said reluctantly. “Call me when you need me.”

Remy gave a playful salute, mimicking Emile’s actions earlier in the day. “Will do!”

“You’re such a dork,” Emile laughed, exiting the room.

When Remy and Emile’s dad were alone, they stood there for a moment, just looking each other over. “Emile told me about the little spat you two had over the summer.”

Remy’s heart started pounding in his chest. “Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Emile’s dad said. “He also said that he couldn’t believe you were so forgiving of his behavior afterwards, and that he was so relieved that the two of you got back together. Because he’s never been happier than when he’s been with you.”

Remy turned bright crimson. “Oh,” he said simply. What else could he say?

“And I’ve noticed you’ve changed, too. You’re more relaxed, more sure of yourself. I know you have family that you miss, but you’re not letting that depression rule over you and make you throw a pity party. You’re making the most of what you have right now. And that’s admirable,” Emile’s dad continued. “You make Emile happy, and from what I can tell, Emile makes you happy as well.”

“Very happy,” Remy said faintly.

“Then there’s no worries or complaints coming from me about your relationship,” Emile’s dad said. “So long as you two make each other happy and can maintain a healthy relationship, that’s all that matters. You ready to start cooking?”

“Yeah,” Remy agreed. “Let’s get to work.”

Emile’s dad instructed Remy on a few basic things, before he apparently realized that Remy knew what he was doing, and instead flat out told Remy what he wanted in the end result, rather than guiding him step-by-step. Once they had started working, Remy began to talk in order to fill the silence. “So, Mister Thomas, we both know that you’re a sports aficionado, but what do you do for a living?”

Emile’s dad smiled at him. “Believe it or not, son, I’m a lawyer.”

Remy paused and stared. “Really?” he asked. “What kind?”

“Oh, family court, mostly,” Emile’s dad said. “So many messy fights land in my lap, but I get to help so many people as well.”

“I’ll bet,” Remy said. “That sounds really admirable.”

“Do you have any plans outside being a barista?” Emile’s dad asked. “There’s nothing wrong with where you are now, of course, but do you plan to climb that corporate ladder? Become a manager?”

“Being a manager would be nice,” Remy agreed. “I know what I’m doing, and I know enough about business that I wouldn’t run a shop into the ground.”

“I believe it,” Emile’s dad said. “Emile says that you’re incredibly bright.”

“I don’t know about that,” Remy said, blushing. “But I do know my way around a checkbook.”

“Have you considered culinary school? Becoming a chef?”

Remy shrugged. “I’ve thought about it, but I like where I’m at, you know? And I get to hang around your son at the end of the day, and we volunteer at the local shelter together. There isn’t a culinary school local to Fairview, at least not local enough for me to get to it regularly.” He sighed. “And I don’t want to move anywhere. Not at all, but especially not without Emile.”

Emile’s dad smiled. “You sound exactly how I did when I first met Emile’s mother. Headstrong, loyal, and completely smitten.”

Remy turned a bright red. “I mean, there’s nothing I’d rather do without him,” he justified. “Emile’s just...well. He’s himself.”

“You don’t need to explain yourself to me, Remy,” Emile’s dad said. “So long as the two of you are together, and happy, that’s good enough for me.”

Remy offered him a smile, and they kept cooking. They got so caught up in conversation over the turkey, that they never even thought to call Emile back to help them. When the timer for the oven went off for the turkey, Remy helped Emile’s dad pull it out, before he gasped. “We forgot to call Emile back in here!”

“Oh, don’t worry, Remy,” Emile’s dad said. “If something had gone wrong or something was a little too much for him, he would have come back here whether we asked him to or not. My guess is that right now he’s in a riveting discussion with his grandfather. Otherwise he would have asked at least once if we needed any help.”

“You sure?” Remy asked.

“I promise he won’t be mad even if he realizes what happened,” Emile’s dad assured him. “Go on and let them know dinner is ready to be served.”

Remy nodded and walked to the living room, swinging in the doorway. “Dinner’s ready,” he said.

Emile looked up and did a double-take at that. “I told you to come get me if you needed help!” he said.

“Your dad and I handled it pretty well on our own, believe it or not,” Remy said with a shrug. “He’s really nice, and a good conversationalist.”

Emile nodded. They had agreed to not bring up to Emile’s grandfather that this wasn’t Remy’s first visit to the house. “Yeah, he knows how to hold a discussion. Lawyers generally do.”

“Yeah, he told me he was a lawyer,” Remy said as everyone stood. He lead them to the dining room. “I didn’t believe him at first. He didn’t really fit how I saw lawyers being.”

“What changed your mind?” Emile asked.

“He said he worked family court,” Remy said. “And suddenly his demeanor lined up with a lawyer. Just a lawyer that works with kids more than adults.”

Emile nodded. “Yeah, he’s really good with the kids that come in there. And I don’t ever remember a time where he lost a case.”

“Oh, believe me, Emile, I’ve lost my fair share of cases,” Emile’s dad said, walking in and placing the turkey at the center of the table. “I’m not the perfect lawyer everyone clambors over themselves to get because he wins every case he gets. No.”

“Still, you win a lot of them,” Emile said.

Emile’s grandfather added, “And you managed to win me over when you said you wanted to marry my daughter, which was no easy feat.”

“No, I know it wasn’t,” Emile’s dad laughed. “I had come up with ten different points of argument to explain why I would be a good husband to her, and I got through six of them before you finally agreed.”

Remy laughed in shock. “Really?” he asked.

“Really,” Emile’s dad said.

“You both could take notes from him,” Emile’s grandfather said. “When the two of you find those girls of your dreams.”

Remy and Emile shared a glance, Emile seeming to apologize with his eyes, but Remy was just amused. Mildly offended at having someone assume he was straight, but he knew how to compartmentalize due to work. So he found it more funny than anything at that moment.

The conversation for the rest of the night was rather lively. Remy was fielding questions regularly from Emile’s grandfather, but when that wasn’t happening, Emile would be telling some horror story from retail, or his latest escapades at the college clubs he went to. Everyone was laughing by the end of the night, and while Emile’s grandfather was staying overnight to leave in the morning when visibility was better, he didn’t use Emile’s spare bed. That was all Remy’s, and Emile’s grandfather didn’t even question it.

Late that night, Emile and Remy were cuddling in bed, Emile playing with Remy’s hair. “Sorry about early dinner,” Emile murmured. “My grandfather...well...he’s...traditional, I guess.”

“Relax, Emile, I get it,” Remy said. “My parents were similar, except they would try to push me at girls, instead of just asking when I would get a girlfriend.”

“It’s still not right,” Emile protested.

“I never said it was,” Remy said. He reached up and kissed Emile softly. “But you and your parents knowing, and loving me without any strings attached is more than enough for now.”

Emile was quiet for a minute, before he said, “You know, if we ever get married, we’re going to have to tell him.”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, honey,” Remy murmured.

The silence stretched between them, as the full magnitude of what each of them said registered. In an instant, both of them pushed themselves upright and asked each other, “You would marry me?” at the same time.

“Of course I would,” Emile said. “The second it gets legalized I would happily marry you.”

“I’ve considered it before,” Remy admitted shyly. “And I always liked the thought of it.”

“...Does this mean we’re engaged?” Emile asked, sounding slightly hysterical.

“No,” Remy said. “If we’re proposing, we’re doing it properly, with a ring and all. But it means both of us are open to the option.”

“Okay,” Emile breathed.

Remy kissed him. “Hey, I love you.”

“I love you too,” Emile said. “Now let’s at least try and get some sleep.”

[chuuguins]

all the evermore asks for either you or miss kyori! 💛🥺

i might answer these for kyori in a text post later bc i really want to but my brain is ldkjlkdjldj so i want to answer them better than i could right now. so enjoy this rambling nonsense about myself.

willow: what was the one unexpected thing that happened to you that ended up changing your life? - i went to a religious performing arts school for a year and it changed my life in a way i didn’t expect. i’m not religious, though i grew up that way. because of growing up that way i had a really tough battle with my sexuality. so much internalised guilt and hatred. i was out and in a relationship by the time i began classes and i thought i was totally okay and comfortable with myself. i quickly learnt that i wasn’t as settled as i thought and i began feeling awful about myself again. having panic attacks during classes, crying a lot, being terrified. but when we went on camp, an exercise we did changed everything for me. and because the exercise was religion based, it was so shocking. they taught us to have what they called “god conversations” where basically you write and talk directly to god and like....let him answer back instead of just listening to what people who teach and preach religion say. then we were all told to try it. and because i needed to get all this off my chest, i did. i wound up writing down words in response that i didn’t feel came from me but they were exactly what i needed. i don’t know if i believe that was god or whatever. but i genuinely mean it when i say i have felt completely okay with myself sexuality wise since then. religious guilt iradicated. it’s also given me the words to help other people who feel that way.

champagne problems: what is your favourite (alcoholic/non-alcoholic) drink? - moscato or soju for alcoholic and water or berry powerade for non-alcoholic.

gold rush: do you have a crush on anyone atm? - that would be my wonderful partner of four years and two months, kit! i always have a crush on them!

'tis the damn season: what is your favourite season + why? - late spring because it feels like the perfect mix between summer and the cooler seasons. also my birthday is in spring. i love the feeling of summer.

tolerate it: what is the one hobby that you've kept from your childhood? - i think that people who create ocs and/or roleplay are genuinely just people who never grew out of playing pretend. we never wanted to give up on creating and imagining. i played pretend with my friends until i was in my last couple of years of primary school and i would say i still do now in any way i can.

no body, no crime: do you watch a lot of crime/thriller series/podcasts? If yes, which one's your favourite? - not as much as i used to. but i used to just watch random videos and documentaries on youtube about murder. especially ones about teenage murders for some reason. i do also love buzzfeed unsolved, but who doesn’t? i also really enjoy any dr phil episode where he talks about things like this.

happiness: have you met the new you yet? - no but i hope to soon.

dorothea: do you enjoy doing your makeup? - YES! anyone who knows me knows that i have a slight makeup problem. it’s so funny because i spent most of my life not doing any makeup at all and now i own more than most people i know. eyeshadow palettes, blush and highlight are the things i really own a lot of because they’re my favourite parts of makeup. i also have a tradition where i ask my mum for makeup from an indie brand each year for christmas. if anyone ever wants to ask me anything or just talk to me about makeup in general, i will love you forever.

coney island: when is your birthday? - september 12th

what is the one thing/person that has been putting roots in your dreamland? - i don’t really know how to answer this question with any answer other than kit.

cowboy like me: do you like dancing? - i love dancing! it’s really fun and i really wish i was better at it than i am. dancing is one skill i really wish i had. i love dancing when i’m out in town so much!

long story short: heels or shoes? - in high school i would have said heels because they were all i wore (short person things) but i don’t wear them as much anymore because i prefer being shorter than kit and heels make us basically the same height and it weirds me out.

marjorie: which family member are you close to? - my relationship with most of my family is really weird and often not good. i would say i am closest to my sister (obviously. we live in the same house and are very close), my mother and my younger cousin alex who is honestly just the coolest kid. 

closure: if you could write a letter to any person in this world (living or dead), who would you write to? - i’m really thinking hard on this one and i’m not sure. actually, you know what, i wish i could write a letter to kit’s father. he passed when kit was six and i want to ask him questions and also just tell him everything about his child and how much they love him. i want him to know how special they are and how much of him they carry with them. this is sappy but yeah.

evermore: talk about your favourite memory? - i’m not sure what my favourite memory is. probably a tie between my first trip to the gold coast with my sister and the first time kit and i kissed/the day they asked me to be their girlfriend. the first time kit and i kissed happening in a really pretty tower overlooking the ocean when a bunch of us went away for my twenty first birthday. i just remember the rush of it and how happy i was. 

send me an evermore song + an oc !!

[dianapana]

SasuHina Month Day 11- Mafia Au

Part 1 (Day 7- Falling in love with an Ex)

Dark side of life -Part 2

Hinata

For months after high school ended I imagined running into Sasuke, I imagined him coming to me and apologizing, I imagined him saying he loved me still and I would have been ok with it, I would have forgave him for the pain he had caused because i was 17 and I love, but as time went on and Uni started and he disappeared I imagined another scenario. I imagined meeting my true soul mate in University and then running into Sasuke and showing him how I had moved on. But once more that didn’t happen. I dated quite a bit in Uni but nothing serious, the longest relationship was barely 2 months and even that I knew wouldn’t last. I never imagined meeting him in a club when I was dressed in someone else’s clothes. I didn’t imagine him hugging me like we’re old pals and for sure I didn’t imagine myself blocking. All of a sudden it feels like the air has been sucked from my lungs, my heart is beating so fast and hard I feel it physically hurting my chest. Ino is grinning at me, Sakura is looking worried and Sasuke is up in my face, smirking.  

His smirk is something I'm familiar with, I remember him looking at me that way whenever I told him that I loved him, he’d say ‘i know’ and kiss me hard and whisper that he loved me too. Out of everyone that I have dated Sasuke made me feel the most loved, but he also hurt me the most. He finally let me go and I breath in deeply. I close my eyes while he shakes hands with Sakura and I try to compose myself. When I open my eyes, I feel better. He just caught me off guard, in a place and time when I was already feeling awkward.  

I notice Naruto looking at Sasuke alarmed. That makes sense if he’s friends with Sasuke he probably knows what his dark smile means. He's worried that Sasuke will make me upset and I'll vent to Ino and that might affect their relationship. I know this, I've seen this before with Ino’s boyfriends. When she sets me up with the friend of her boyfriend, they always worry about that. But I never cause problems for them and Ino is a hopeless romantic and never sees any of these signs, even now she’s looking at me with stars in her eyes. She's made up her mind that me and Sasuke will be a couple, we’ll have a double wedding and move in the same house and out kids will be best friends. Again...I’ve seen this play out before.  

“So how do the two of you know each other?” Ino asks  

“We went to the same high school.” I answered vaguely. I hoped Sasuke would leave it to that. But as always Sasuke disappoints me.

“Oh don’t be like that. We were in the same class all thought school from 1rst to 12th grade. And then in 10th grade we started dating until 12th when due to unfortunate events we broke up amicably, of course” He spoke with so much ease even I for a moment believe him. But I quickly remember the true story and the fact that he lied makes me hate him a bit more.  

I thank God Temari left, she’s the one that knows about Sasuke. I told both her and Gaara everything one drunken night at their home a couple of summers ago. Ino still looks like she just won the lottery while Sakura and Ten just share a puzzled expression. Naruto is cringing, either he knows the real story, or he can tell that Sasuke is lying.  

Ino goes back into party mood and orders more shots for everyone. “You can’t drink tho. You have to drive us all home” she tells Naruto sternly. He only nods and dips his head to kiss her. The thought of getting drunk while Sasuke is around is as pleasant as getting stabbed in the eye with a spoon. But when Ino gives me a shot I drink it anyway, because it’s so much easier to do what she says then to fight with her and end up doing that anyway. For the 8th time that night I wish I had told Neji to come with.  

Sasuke

When Naruto said that his girlfriend is celebrating her birthday at K9 club the very night that I had some business in the area I didn’t think much of it. When he said that he wanted to tag along and then party with her I said I'm ok with it. We got to the club, I finished what I had to do pretty fast and I started making my way to where I saw Naruto and Ino and then I noticed her, she was looking at me like I was a ghost. I couldn’t help but mess a bit with her. If I'm honest I expected her to leave early after we arrived.  

Naruto keeps throwing me worried looks. He knows about Hinata. When Ino asked how we knew each other I couldn’t help but tell them the story I had made up in my mind. I’ve been refusing the truth, that I broke her heart, since the moment it happened. I keep telling myself it was ok with both of us how we ended. I figure that if I keep saying it enough, I'll eventually start believing it.  

Hinata and the other 2 girls are dancing and Ino went to the bathroom so it’s just me and Naruto in the booth for the first time since we got here. “Dude what are you doing?” Naruto asks, I know he’s been worried. I honestly have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve taken every chance to be near Hinata and touch her. Nothing in my life has changed since high school, it actually got worse so I can’t drag her into any of that. But I didn’t expect that just seeing her and being close to her would do this to me. I want to pick her up, throw her over my shoulder and take her home with me. I want to apologize for breaking her heart and help her put it back together. But I can’t. Yet seeing her brings back memories of the 2 years we had together, those 2 years are my happy place. Even the beginning of our relationship when we were a bit awkward, everything about it is perfect, of course if you don’t count the last 2 hours of our relationship when I ruined it all.  

I watch as she dances, she’s smiling at her friends, her cheeks are red from the alcohol she drank and probably because she’s hot from dancing. Her clothes are a tad too tight and short but I'm not complaining, I can see every curve of her body, she looks different from when we were in high school, she has a more mature look in her eyes and everything about her is adult now. I used to know every dip and freckle on her body and the thought that it changed, and I will never be able to familiarize myself with it once more makes it hard to breath. I take my eyes off her because I can’t think when I’m watching her. i look around the club and see at least 6 other men looking at her with filthy thoughts read in their eyes and it takes all my willpower not to go to them and smash their heads against a wall. My murderous thought must have been obvious because Naturo places his hand on my shoulder. “Dude I'm worried about you”  

Hinata

I ended up drinking enough that now I don’t care that Sasuke is here, actually in a sick kind of way I like feeling his stare burn me. For a while I closed my eyes and imagined we are back in high school. That this is a normal party, that I am dancing with my friends while he is laughing with his friends and that soon enough he’ll come over and hug me from behind, that we’ll dance for a while that way but I'll turn in his hold and we’ll kiss all night long. But as I open my eyes I'm still in the club 6 years later, and he’s sitting at the table and there will be no kissing. I'm oddly disappointed in that. I'm disappointed in me too, I thought I was over this. But just seeing him brought back everything I felt for him, the hurt, the heartbreak and I'm scared that the love is back as well.  

Ten and Sakura are back to kissing and Ino is still in the bathroom. I stop dancing and consider going to look for her in case she’s sick. I look to where the boys are and my eyes meet Sasuke’s. For a second I forget everything when I look at him so I smile at him. I point to the bathroom and nod. He looks to the bathroom and nods back. He points at Sakura and Ten, then to himself and makes an ok sign. He’ll watch over them while I'm gone. The high of the alcohol is coming down and I feel emotional. I haven’t found anyone with whom I can talk like I can with him, I feel myself tearing up, so I start walking to the bathroom. I realize that all these years I've tried to get over losing Sasuke as a boyfriend and I did nothing for the part of my heart that broke when I lost him as a best friend.  

I knock on the door and Ino shouts that ‘It’s fucking busy’ and if I knock again she’ll break my arm Sometimes I forget how irritable alcohol makes her.  

“It’s me. Open up” The door opens and she lets me in.

“Sorry some bitch has been knocking for 5 minutes and she pissed me off” I nod.  

“What are you doing here?” I ask, but then I see her make-up kit on the sink, and I understand.  

“i’m re-touching my make-up. It was a mess after sweating and kissing Naruto.” she looks back to the mirror and I put the lid down on the toilet and sit on it. I know Ino well enough, this will take her another 10 minutes at least.  

“Entertain me. Tell me about Sasuke” I sigh. I knew sooner or later she would wanna know.  

“We were friends. We dated. We broke up. Nothing more to say there” Her eyes are on me in the mirror.  

“Well you dated him for 2 years that must have been serious. I mean you barely dated that Vet student for 2 months and no one else lasted over 3 weeks” She’s looking me in the eyes and I feel trapped. I hate it so much that I actually get up and leave, I hear Ino shouting after me. I know she won’t follow me. Not until she finishes her make-up. I see Sakura and Ten drinking at the bar, Naruto passes by me with his phone at his ear, so I turn to Sasuke and he’s alone in the booth looking at me with his eyebrow rose. I look at my options, I don’t wanna go back to talk to Ino, i don’t wanna drink anymore, I don’t know Naruto enough to go with him and I can’t just sit alone on the dance floor. A part of my brain tells me I'm just lying to myself, that I actually just want to go to Sasuke and I don’t even bother to correct that part, I just make my way to where he is.  

Sasuke

This is the third time tonight that I feel like my heart will jump out of its place. First was when I saw her for the first time, the second was when she smiled at me before going to the bathroom and now is the third as I look at her as she makes her way towards me, her eyes are focused and they have a purpose, I just don’t know what it is.  

She sits down next to me and closes her eyes. I touch her cheek with the back of my hand, I can’t help it. She's too close to me for my brain to make any sense. When I saw her initially, I just wanted to tease her a little because I believed she’d leave soon. She didn’t. Her eyes open and she looks younger and hurt.  

“Why?” her voice is meek and halfway a sob. I feel like crying too. I know what she’s asking but I don’t answer, I can’t. I just pull her closer. My arm is around her waist, I tilt her head so it’s resting on my shoulder and with my other hand I take one of hers. She fits next to me just as perfect as she always did. She turns her head so her nose touches my shoulder and I can feel her inspire in, I turn my head too so I can bury my nose in her hair and I smell her, she smells like all my wildest dreams come true. I want to cry too, for the time lost, for the happiness I could have had with her.  

“My family is doing bad things, really bad things. I couldn’t risk putting you in danger.”

Her head raises. “bad things?”  

I nod. “Japanese mafia is no joke.”  

I can feel her gasp. Without saying anything else I lower her head once more and stay in the same position as earlier. I open my eyes and see Naruto stare at me with sad eyes, Ino looks ecstatic while the other two girls just look confused. That pretty much sums up what I feel too, I'm sad because I could have had Hinata forever but our lives were just a bit off and we didn’t fit as we should have, I'm ecstatic to be here with her now, touching her, having her warmth all around me, and I'm confused because I don’t know how to fix everything, to make it all fit so I can have her. In high school I gave her up without thinking about how much it would hurt, but now that I know how it is to live with her and how it is to live without her, and I want to do anything in my power to make her want to stay with me and to figure out how to protect her from everything, from my life, my family, myself.  

[thejemersoninferno]

I want it that way.

·Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader, Sebastian Stan x Reader.

·Word count: 3769.

·Warnings: Angst, cheating...

· Song: I want it that way.

“It's the best for us,” he said.

“The best for us?! Or the best for you?!” you spat with anger in your voice.

“We need a break. We can't be doing this to ourselves,” he tried to calm you.

“Fine, don't you ever call me again,” you spat, leaving your heart behind.

You walked angrily out of his place not wanting to be anywhere near that man. The past two years you had a “thing”. You two had met walking your pets and became friends easily. Three years being friends and two being friends with benefits. Usually, when you both were out clubbing, you rang the other one's phone to not go home alone. You spent long nights loving each other. At the beginning it was cool, you wanted sex, you had it and still remained friends. It became more than that before you could even stop it. You started staying over at his house or he stayed at yours. He prepared breakfast for you and you did the same. He had to go out of town and he would leave you taking care of his best friend and his house. You would travel to his work. He would attend your expositions. You were trying to become someone inside the art world all by yourself so he went undercover to see your work. He would buy you flowers, he would hold your hand. He would kiss you goodnight. He would watch you work and smile at you. You would prepare his luggage. You would cook dinner for him. You would paint him while he rested next to you. You both would sing out loud to your favourites songs. You both would get jealous when someone looked at you inappropriately. You would argue over some stupid shit and make up later. You both would wanted it in another way but you wouldn't say a word to change it. You drove the other one crazy and wouldn't move a finger to change it.

The last five months you had been arguing non stop. He had been seeing someone but got jealous when you did the same. His family never understood what was going on between you two. He had taken you to his home with his family and introduced you. You had been treated like another member of the family and you would spend long days in their home when you had holidays. He met your family. He would even go on holidays with you and your family. So, seeing the both of you argue over the phone drove them nuts. You knew his mom wasn't happy to see what was happening but you couldn't seem to find the right answers to stop the fights. You had been out of town the last week due to some exposition in London and he was supposed to meet with you up in Amsterdam for the weekend and then fly back home for Christmas. He never showed up.

That's why you went to his house after work and found the reason he didn't get to you. The woman smiled smugly at you and whispered something on his ear before leaving with a “goodbye”.

He greeted you inside his house and you were in denial about what just happened, about what you just saw. You argued and then put an end to your relationship.

You loved the man with your whole heart and couldn't take it anymore. He left you in another country all by yourself for another woman. You used to think he loved you. He told you once in his sleep.

Tears streamed down your face when you arrived to your new empty flat. A flat you both were supposed to decorate. He had promised to help you out when you arrived from Amsterdam and now you were about to spend Christmas alone. You took a shower trying to calm yourself. How could he? After all you had been through he left you for someone else. Of course you did not blame him, you couldn't. You never arrived to terms of a real relationship but you thought he wanted it when he proposed to go to Amsterdam. You were sure he wanted to ask you officially to be his girlfriend. You were clearly wrong. Your phone rang in your purse. You checked it and turned it off. You didn't want to talk to anyone. After drinking some water you went straight to bed. You needed to sleep. To forget what happened. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day.

Wrong. You were wrong once again. You had a meeting with an important business man to decorate his new house with your art. You showed up on time but not his new girlfriend. You choked on your drink when she appeared. She seemed shocked too. She treated you badly and he would try to stop her and she ended up yelling at him for wanting someone else's art on his house instead of the decorations she wanted. He excused himself and the woman and told you he would call back. The rain poured down at the same time you walked out the building.

“Brilliant,” You whispered harshly. You walked all the way back to your little office, picked up your car keys and went to your old flat.

Two weeks later, your new apartment looked incredibly amazing you thought. You had been decorating the last weeks to keep your mind busy. You had been working around the town. You didn't even notice it was Christmas until you had to go for food supplies and found every shop closed. Lucky for you, you had food supplies for your dog. The New Year's morning Scott Chris’s little brother, called you to see how were you doing. He ended up having lunch with you and comforting you.

He had to leave close to evening and you wished him and his family a great night.

“So, it's over?” your best friend asked.

“It was never a thing,” you added.

“Yeah but you could see from miles away you loved each other.” Your friend shrugged over the video call.

“That was long ago. Believe me when I say I want it that way,” you whispered.

“I know you don't want to hear this but I told you so,” she declared.

“New Year, new chances,” you said.

“Why don't you come over before going back to work?” She smiled at you.

“Then help me find a flight,” you told her.

You booked a flight to your friends current living place, London. You would be travelling on the 3rd of January and coming back on the 12th of January.

You cooked dinner for you and your furry best friend. You sat on your couch and ate the traditional grapes your family did though your childhood and teenage years. Even though you left home five years ago, you still followed their Christmas and New Year's traditions. The last two years you Christmas spent it at the Evans's house and he would spend the New Year's With you and your family. Both years he kissed you just after midnight trying to not be caught by your parents. You both knew your family wouldn't take it right so, you keep it low key in your house.

Your best buddy jumped over you when he noticed the tears on your face licking every part he could. You hugged him and kissed his head. He was a good boy. Your best boy. The next morning you woke up and prepared yours and your dog's luggage. You took him for a walk and arrived home after your morning run. He went straight to his bowl of water and you poured some snack in his food bowl. You went for a shower putting some music in the background. Your music was interrupted by Scott's call.

“Hey babe, just calling to wish you a happy New Year. I know things seem difficult now but I promise everything's gonna be alright. Please, text me back when you can, love you.”

You exited the bathroom and texted him back.

“Happy New Year Scottie, I'm fine. Love you back.”

You spend the afternoon sketching your dog and playing with him. You texted your best friend and scheduled things for the next day.

Early morning you walked around the airport waiting to board. Few hours later, you spot your best friend in the crowd.

“I'm glad to see again, darling,” your best friend greeted you.

“I'm glad to be here.”

The same night your friend took you clubbing. The next day you both went around the city like the good old days. Two days later, you did a quick travel to Spain and before you knew it you were patting your dog calm on your flight seats.

After your long flight you had a rest day at home with your little furry boy. You would need to start working soon. You had been waiting for a call all your way back on the flight after you received an email asking for personal details to get in touch with you.

“That's okay. Thank you for the opportunity. See you on Monday.” You spoke over the phone and smiled proudly. An art gallery in New York just called you to arrange a exposition in their facilities and you couldn't be happier. You called Chris to tell him. Scott picked up the phone.

“Hey, honey, how you doing?” Scott saluted.

“Scott! I did it! The gallery just booked me!” you shouted happily jumping in your seat.

“You did what?” he asked confused.

“I've been trying to get to expose my art in this Art gallery in New York but I'd never could until today!!! THEY'RE GOING TO EXPOSE MY ART IN THEIR FACILITIES! THEY'RE HOSTING AN EVENT JUST FOR MY ART!!” you explained doing a cheeky dance in your little office. You heard Scott laugh at the other side.

“I'm so happy for you, sweet. I told you good things were coming.” Scott laughed

“I know! And I can't believe! My art!” You denied smiling and then realization hit you. You just called Chris to tell him and his brother picked the phone up. Chris didn't want to talk to you. And the truth was you didn't want either but you couldn't stop yourself from calling him and tell him. He had been the first one to know anything you had to say always and right now it hadn't change. You excused yourself and asked Scott to not tell Chris about it. You knew it was childish but he didn't deserve to know.

“I hope this one isn't sold. I would hate to not have it on my room.” A voice whispered behind you. You turned around and found Sebastian smiling at you.

“Seb! You're here! You came!” You hugged him tightly and he laughed.

“Of course I am.” Sebastian kissed your forehead. “I wouldn't miss your day.”

“You're the best!” You laughed.

“So, how it's going?” he asked sipping his wine.

You sipped on yours. “The owner said I've already sold five paintings,” you explained, excited.

“Now, this one makes six.” He smirked at you.

You both laughed and looked to the painting before you. It was a portrait of yourself half naked playing piano. Chris had taken you a picture playing his piano half naked after a long night making love. You ran around his house trying to take it away from him and would laugh at you for being small next to him. You demanded the picture for a whole month and he would say no. On your birthday he gave it to you on a pillow and you laughed and kissed him. The next morning you had painted him half naked while he slept. The following week, he had a pillow of you half naked printed in his bed and you had one of him printed back at your place. You really liked the picture and never told him you were playing your heart out to him by a song. Frank Sinatra's strangers in the night sounded on the background and you smiled at the memory.

“If you hang this one up by your bed, I'm kicking your ass,” you warned him. Sebastian laughed out loud and squeezed you by his side.

Chris introduced you while back and you became friends ever since. Sebastian was a good man and always tried to help you in anything you needed. A few months after you met, you had a crush on him but you wouldn't say a thing since it was Chris friend and you knew you were wrong. Sebastian deserved someone who loved him forever and not someone who's sleeping with his friend and trying to forget and hide her feelings for him. Scott noticed these feelings you developed for Sebastian and told you to face it. Sebastian seemed interested in you too. He told you to embrace it and try to know Sebastian and see what the future had for you both. And you were about to do it, but then Sebastian left to Ireland and Chris invited you over to watch movies at his place. That night Chris told you he loved you in his sleep and you couldn't forget or take those words out of your head. When Sebastian came back you had a date and you felt relief when both of you agreed you saw each other as a friend. Ever since Sebastian and you shared a nice friendship and he would flirt with you just to annoy Chris any time. Anthony Mackie would join too.

“I'm glad things working for you, beauty.” Sebastian kissed your head.

“Thank you Seb.” You kissed his beard. “Really, thank you.”

April's fools day arrived and you had been working since early morning. Scott had called you two days ago to invite you to a April's fools party at his place and you said yes. You arrived and went straight to the bathroom. You had a nice warm bath and got ready just on time Sebastian rang your doorbell.

“Damn,” Sebastian whispered looking at your body in a beautiful little red dress.

“See anything you like?” you asked cocking a brow. Sebastian licked his lips and then kissed your forehead.

“I'm glad this is our first date.” Sebastian smiled.

You laughed and kissed his cheek. “I'll be ready in a minute.”

“In that dress I'll wait a thousand years.”

You laughed and walked to put some food on your dog's bowl. Sebastian played with him while you finished.

“Okay buddy, Sebastian and I have to go.” You patted your dog. “You take care of the house and behave, okay?”

Your dog barked in agreement and licked your face. Sebastian patted his head and you left.

“You're my fire,” Sebastian sang.

“The one desire,” you followed.

“Believe when I say,” Sebastian kept singing.

“I want it that way…” You both sang out loud on your way to Scott's house.

Sebastian opened your door just when don't want you back by the Backstreet boys sounded through the speakers.

“Don't tell me you have the whole discography on your phone,” you asked Sebastian, amused.

“My future girl loves them.” He winked at you.

You giggled in response and kissed his cheek. You walked to the door and knocked.

“Helloooooo!!!!!!” Shana welcomed you.

“Hey, sweet!” You hugged her tightly.

“I'm so glad you came!!!” Shana hugged Sebastian and guided you inside. The place was full of people, music, food, drinks, balloons everywhere.

“There's my tequila partner!!!” Scott's high pitched voice made you turn around. He hugged you tightly and you laughed. He kissed your cheek and then hugged Sebastian. Scott looked at you and winked. You both denied.

“For the record, I don't like tequila,” Sebastian added. Shana, Scott, and you laughed. Scott showed you around and dragged you away from Sebastian. Sebastian smiled at you while you followed Scott.

“So, Sebastian and you?” Scott asked pouring a drink for you.

“Mmm we're trying to see how it goes,” you added helping him clean up.

“Do you love him?” Scott looked deeply at you.

You tried to avoid his eyes and focused somewhere else.

“No, I don't,” you assured.

“Then look at me and say you don't.” Scott held your chin to face you. You gulped and denied moving his hand away.

“I can't forget him so easily,” you explained.

“Does Sebastian know?” Scott offered your drink.

“Yes. Sebastian told me he won't force me into anything. He understands I like your brother and he wants to win my heart,” you whispered. “I don't want to hurt him,” you said sadly. Scott squeezed you on his arms and kissed your hair.

“If Sebastian really wants to be with you, he will wait for you.”

“But what if I can't never stop loving your brother?” Your concerned voice sent chills over his spine.

“I know you love him but you can't keep holding yourself back for him,” Scott tried to explain you. “He's my brother and I love him but I don't want you waiting and suffering for him.”

You nodded. “I know,” you said.

“You're like my sister, honey. And I don't want a cad next to her,” Scott spat. You laughed and Scott hugged you.

“You two make a great couple.”

“I hope so.” You smiled back.

You walked back to the party and looked for Sebastian and Shana. You found them talking with Anthony and a few friends. You looked around the room trying to find him but not a single sight of him. You sipped your drink and walked to Sebastian.

Sebastian spun you around for the last time before kissing your cheek and you laughed.

You had been dancing for over an hour. The music was really good and you were enjoying yourself.

“I need to use the restroom,” Sebastian whispered in your ear. You nodded and he kissed your hair leaving your side. You stood there laughing and dancing with your friends. Shana offered you a shot and you drank it easily. You were dancing to “I want it that way” when you spun around and spotted him. He was coming back from the kitchen. Your smiled fell and his face switched to a surprised look and then a guilty one. He watched you across the room as you walked toward  Scott. Scott saw him and then turned on his side to face you. Chris whispered something and Scott held his arm whispering something. Shana interrupted.

“Okay everyone, it's time!!!”

Scott joined her dragging Chris with him. As you know we're here to celebrate,” ke explained. “So, we have a few games and the first one is Karaoke!” Scott and Shana cheered. The crowd erupted in cheers. Scott explained the rules of the game and the victory trophy to the best singer. Soon enough, Shana and Mackie stood in front of the crowd of people singing to “Baby one more time” by Britney Spears. The crowd went wild and you laughed at the two of them.

After Mackie's and Shana's performance, the blonde next to Chris joined the little scenario with her friend and sang to I really really like you by Carly Rae Jepsen.

Sebastian arrived by your side and you gave him his drink. He smiled at you and asked what was happening. You explained him and suddenly the melody to I want it that way by the Backstreet boys filled the room. You both looked to the scenario and Chris stood there with Scott by his side. They sang their hearts out. People sang with them. By the time the last chorus arrived Chris walked straight to you and sang the last bit…

“Am I your fire? Your one desire, yeah I know it's too late but I want it that way. Tell me why ain't nothin’ but a heartache, tell me why ain't nothin’ but a mistake, tell me why I never want to hear you say I want it that way…”  

The crowd erupted in cheers and Scott dragged Chris through the crowd. Everyone cheered in laughter. Sebastian looked at you while you kept your eyes on Chris. You both looked at each other like you had never been apart. Your heart racing on your chest. Your pulse going crazy. Your whole body trembling. You noticed Sebastian gulping and turned to face him. He smiled at you sadly and your sight flew back to Chris.

Soon enough you went to the restroom. You needed a break. You put some water over your neck and looked at yourself in the mirror. A knock on the other distracted you. You found Chris on the other side. He smiled at you and you smiled back. Before you could even notice he pushed you inside the restroom and locked the door behind. You pushed him back and looked him deeply in the eyes and he whispered the words “I love you.”.

You walked back to the crowded room and stood next to Shana. You tried to find Sebastian but it was too crowded to We will rock you by Queen and Scott's boyfriend performance. Soon Chris joined both of you and your back arched to his proximity. Sebastian appeared on the other side of the room and you smiled at him. When Scott's boyfriend finished his song, you walked quickly to grab the mic.

“Okay, okay, I don't think anyone can beat Queen,” the crowd cheered, “But trust me when I say me and my boy going to rock your body.” You smirked at the crowd and walked next to Sebastian. He grabbed the mic you offered and positioned himself next to you. You told the DJ the song and winked at him.

I don't want you back by the Backstreet boys filled the room and you smiled at Sebastian. Sebastian looked at you and a smile filled his face before starting to sing. The crowd cheered and clapped to your performance.

“Just to let you know, I do want you in that way.” You smiled at him. Sebastian's face lighted up like a Christmas tree and hugged you tightly.

“Then I'm glad I downloaded the discography for my girl.” He kissed your forehead. You laughed and squeezed him. You both saw Chris watching you and Scott and Shana smiled nodding at you. You faced Sebastian and he was still looking at Chris. You saw his features and you knew you really did want it that way. Sebastian turned to face you and you held his face slowly putting your lips on his. Sebastian smiled before hugging you into a loving kiss.

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Hello everybody, I’m back. 

This fic it’s coming to be part of @thefanficfaerie #BackstreetBoysChallenge. Thank you so much darling for allowing me to be part of this amazing challenge celebrating the Backstreet Boys 25 years making music. I remember growing up listening them (thank you mum) and, of course, I love them. Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD ONE. SOME CAKE, SOME WINE AND LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF LOVE.

I really hope you like it and enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Special thanks to my dear @thorne93 for beta’d me. You’re incredible. Love you tons.

And remember to enjoy the Backstreet Boys music. Much love x

[ofcadence]

hi y’all ! i’m lexi and i’m from the est timezone. i’d like to introduce you all to my MF ! BABY ! charlie. she’s a moody ass angry ass quiet ass mess fkdffg. anyways, like this or hmu on im or d*scord if you’d like to plot ! 

[king princess – cisfemale – she/her] – who’s that walking onto the stage? that’s [charlotte ‘charlie’ baker], the [drummer] for the band. she is [twenty-two], and is from [ohio], like the rest of the band. gossip mags like to say that she is [stubborn], but i believe they’re also [insightful]. i read that they’d be a [web developer] if they weren’t in the band, and that their favorite song was [bad habits by fidlar]. hopefully it won’t come to that though, i like their stuff too much.

so obvi anything relating to the band/her marriage is subject to change w/ further plotting :-)

charlotte baker was born on june 12th, (oof, a gemini) the only child/pride and joy of james and lacie baker. her mother, a retired beauty pageant queen, her father the owner of not one, not two, but three ford dealerships in and around town.

her fate was written in the stars. at three she was being paraded around in pageants, crowns twice her size sitting on her halo of chocolate curls, too young to have a say.

it wasn’t long before the young child was stealing tonka trucks in the park, playing with he-man action figures she’d haggled out of her neighboring kids.

soon after, it was sneaking out to the skate park with friends, and getting caught kissing the middle school cheerleading captain under the bleachers.

her parents like to say her sexuality, “choices” they so delicately put it, wasn’t the reason for the divorce, that it had been a long time coming, better for everyone.

charlie never believed that.

though when she caught her mother sitting in her father’s top salesman’s car while skateboarding home, things got…icy between the two.

at fourteen she was living alone with her father in the big empty house meant to hold a family living the american dream.

there was no way to control the angst spilling out from the teenager. after nearly getting kicked out of school twice for fighting, her father desperately soundproofed the basement and bought her a drum set.

and just like that, charlie found her passion.

days turned into nights turned back into days as she drummed away, broken blisters painting the wooden sticks red, unable to stop playing out her emotions.

the quiet storm that was charlie baker was finally getting known for something other than kissing people’s girlfriends and giving football players black eyes. she was fucking good with a set of drums.

when the manager reached out to her, she was hesitant. she’d never had friends, she was the definition of a lone wolf. but who’s ever heard of a drummer making it solo?

she hesitantly agreed to play a few sets with the others, and though she hates to admit it, fell for the band the minute they played their first note.

once a lone wolf, she was now fiercely loyal to her band, and rode the highs of their small town fame.

when the band started drifting apart, charlie took a big hit. she was ready to go all in, she thought everyone was on the same page.

the dream was all but extinct as fast as it had been conjured, and she reluctantly went to college for computer science, filling in for shitty cover bands on the side to pay the rent. the resentment of her friends abandoning her was eating her up inside.

that is —- until she met the groupie. [this point will obvi be discussed w/ the groupie mun so not much here hehe]

though still quiet, grumpy and tumultuous, charlie now had someone loving her. unconditionally.

slowly, the dreams of stardom and musical expression were replaced with domestic bliss, wedding bells ringing in the near future as they settled in together.

now that the manager has called charlie, she is more than reluctant to give her heart back to the people who shattered it. but the dreams of being the drummer she’d always thought she was destined to be is too damn alluring.

[oftripps]

“ –– wow. ”  it’s not so much a critique as it is a g-rated expletive. tripp forces a smile mid-chew and blinks. “ my tastebuds are screaming. gah–– uh, singing. singing. ”  he avoids swallowing and as ring-decorated fingers snag a napkin, wide eyes drifting to the tabletop as a small jingle breezes past tensed lips. “ ~ allergic to mushrooms ~ ”

or, alternatively: this is somethin’ new! the caspar slide pt. 2 !! & this time, it’s ‘bout to get funky !!  so i’m linc and this is tripp and he’s........ a trip, honestly, so let’s just... yeet on into this ––

( joe keery + 22 + muse 12 ) isn’t that phillip joel “tripp” goodman over there? i heard he joined faction: one after they got back to west ham. it’s funny, ‘cause they were only on the service trip because HIS BANDMATES DUPED HIM INTO THINKING THE SIGN-UP WAS FOR A WOODS-THEMED OPEN MIC GIG. hopefully they fit in there – they’re JAUNTY but also OUTRÉ. oh, i’m sure they’ll be fine.

out the door !  ( tripp goodman: a roadmap )

look up townie family in the dictionary and you’ll find a portrait of the goodmans directly beside. these folks have a looooong flippin’ legacy here in lil’ ole west ham, kansas. it all started with montgomery goodman, a good man, who helped west ham’s founders break ground on this midwestern charmer several centuries ago. and now, the goodmans still live on the same property –– a refurbished farmhouse ( now closer to mcmansion ) surrounded by five acres of roooooollin’ hills. once upon a time, they were farming folk. now, theresa and joel goodman run the town’s one and only veterinary clinic. 

honestly, growing up? tripp was a problematic kid. he’d take in frogs from the woods and start his own frog hotels. he’d sneak pets from the clinic to school who “ needed help learning their numbers ”. in class, he’d flick sunflower seeds at the backs of his peers’ heads and, when threatened with discipline, claim he simply “ wanted to see if they’d grow  ” .  so no, to answer your question–– tripp never really saw the real wrath warranted by his rulebreaking.

in fourth grade, he chose the saxophone as his required instrument. he caused such a commotion in his house, that his parents asked his teachers to suggest something quieter. the viola. the flute. the clarinet. the piano. instruments came and went,;instruments were quickly mastered and abandoned. because dear lord, how many times could they listen to the spongebob theme song played on woodwind ?!  on strings ?!  once middle school rolled around, little phillip joel knew his way around a whopping total of six instruments, a tally that would only grow in the coming years. eventually, his parents caved and allowed him to keep playing, so long as he respected instrument curfews. they gave song requests to avoid hearing the same pieces on repeat: the goodman household was probably the only one blessed with an oboe-and-beatbox rendition of under the sea. young phillip joel’s take on the issue was simple: not all heroes wore capes.

( tw: domestic unrest, mentions of violence ) theresa and joel split when tripp was 9. just seven months later, tripp’s mother moved in with her girlfriend: tripp’s guitar teacher, ms. lillith. tripp didn’t mind ms. lillith. she was chill. he came to find out she could knock back a chocolate milk almost as fast as he could, and she liked her grilled cheeses with swiss only. his best friend became a thirty-six year old woman who happened to be his mother’s girlfriend. and that was fine. he could dig it. but joel goodman? oh no. his family name was tarnished. the scandal was too much to bear. joel sued for full custody and nearly made it, thanks to hometown politics and loyalties. but then he made one fatal mistake: he crossed his own son.

at 10 years old, fifth grade phillip joel returned home to his father’s after school with three fingernails painted effervescent blue. sidney frasier made me so cool, he gushed as he put his colored nails on proud display. dad, aren’t i so cool?  the next day, his dad enrolled him in the town’s peewee football program. he returned home from his first practice with a black eye and a split lip. from a ball, the coach insisted. hit the poor fella square in the face, real strong. phillip joel put up a fight against football; it wasn’t for him. it conflicted with music practice. couldn’t he just play music with ms. lillith instead?

the custody battle persisted. they settled on a parenting schedule. joel contested, consistently, months later. and so the cycle persisted up until phillip joel’s 12th year, when he was knocked out cold on the football field. the broken ribs came from hefty tackles. bruises from the fall. concussion from the impact. but theresa spun it to her advantage: joel had since started coaching the middle school team. this was an instance of parental neglect. and, when the courts didn’t comply, she instructed her son to jump down the stairs. one broken ankle later, and joel goodman was accused of child abuse. his word against his injured son’s. the maneuver won theresa full custody. phillip joel has yet to forgive himself.

after the custody battle’s conclusion, joel stayed in town: but phillip joel didn’t want a thing to do with sharing his name. his mother still scolds him as phillip joel, but to everyone else, he became tripp –– inspired by his knack for, you guessed it!, tumbling over his own two feet.

in high school, tripp was the class clown. always smirking, always grinning, always ready to catch someone off guard. he became a pivotal part of west ham high’s jazz band, and even formed a small group with a few buds: face. they played some school events: homecoming, pep rallies, prom. garage-baked young rock, their songs often preached meetings under bleachers and high school never ending. 

in senior year, the band saw a reboot: and after assuming a more indie, spacey sound and a nifty new name –– 1757. –– they saw a rise in local celebrity. coffee shops commissioned them for jam nights. they played on the local radio. so they collectively decided to stick around and see how far they could ride this west ham fame train. with tripp as their frontman, they always leave a memorable impression: he’s not exactly the most run-of-the-mill performer.

1757.’s sound is reminiscent of LANY: i’ve reblogged a few tunes onto tripp’s blog for reference. he’s v much a paul klein / matty healy vibe. big into music. big into losing himself in it.

so what was he up to before the service trip? playin’ tunes. working part-time as a waiter. and brainstorming ways to get out of going on this trip, as soon as he realized his stupid bandmates lied about the form he signed. an open mic in the woods ! pah !  he should have known. but the concept sounded pretty flippin’ cool.

wear our shades on our nose, 'cause we're cool like that ( tripp goodman: the man, the myth, the ledge )

oh god, he’s  w e i r d .  he believes in goblins and ghosts and aliens ( oh my )!

still VERY VERY close with his mother. v broken up about not being able to get through to her, because it was about to be his parents’ wedding anniversary and they were going to anti-celebrate it with big slices of oreo cheesecake and setting things on fire.

how he feels about coming home to west ham: post apocalyptic version.

uhhhh... can he please get a waffle? specifically a cinnamon raisin waffle with extra cinnamon and a shit ton of syrup? actually. syrup with a side of waffles?

why he was banned from his personal twitter.

“ do you even lift, bruv? ”  * proceeds to pick up a teacup & lift his pinkie like a true knock-off british monarch, shitty accent included *

listens to wham! and glam rock. unironically.bluetooth speaker mounted on his bike. no helmet! like an absolute boss. he knows!! wild!! shades on. it’s 2am. it’s dark. but true swag obeys no clock.

catch him biking everywhere stranger things style, actually. his bike’s name is milo because he can roll on for miles. mess with milo and he’ll fuck u up. aka find out if you’re lactose intolerant and slip heavy cream into your meal.

has a strong vendetta against blue doritos. which might take root in some horrific experiences involving cheez wiz, cool ranch, weed, and the new york subway system at 4am on a tuesday. spring break freshman year of college. oof.

he has a lil drawwwwl. tease him about it. he’ll probably blush.

stress-hums chili’s babyback ribs without realizing. catch him singin’ that about to be murdered.

weapon of choice: kindness.

actual weapon of choice: baseball bat.

he will write little jingles to keep morale up. “ so we’re trapped / cash us inside / how bou’ dat ? ”

has a passion for introspective literary quotes. but... has somehow managed to learn each and every one wrong.

friggin’ loves superheroes even though he can’t be bothered to watch the films? he just… always used to get made fun of for liking comic books even though he never read them? “ arachnid man is uh...  heh. he’s pretty dope, huh? ” he embraces the falsehood. someone call him on it.

9/10 times if he’s in the gym, it’s just to eat his donut and watch pay-per-view movies on the bike for free.

apple pie can absolutely be breakfast if you try hard enough. jeez. get with the times, man!

he had a legitimate pet rock before going on this service trip. but has no idea where that bugger’s gone. probably got fed up with tripp serenading him with “ we will rock you ” at all hours of the night.

lawful good. will wave other drivers on forever.

got into an accident on his bike once. bitch broke his arm and he just kept on smiling.  “ no you have a nice day! and uh.... hey. mind if we like... call an ambulance? ”

low key feels like he’s the reason his parents’ marriage crumbled. low key guilty about it. low key wonders if maybe he lived up to his father’s expectations, he might have saved them a lot of grief.

give benny goodman by saint motel a listen and tell me that’s not his soul in audio form.

known for slightly hyperbolic storytelling.

pansexual as heck. falls in love. hard. it’s a mess. he can’t hide it. hence the shades.

he has brilliant hair. and it’s immortalized in his high school yearbook.

is hellbent on being a source of positivity in this terrible situation. can he interest you in a meme in these trying times? how ‘bout a granola bar? maybe a good ole game of mash?

he’s convinced this is an elaborate prank. or a social experiment. maybe aliens. but let’s not question it too much, let’s just.... have a good time? hakuna matata? no worries? lol where the twizzlers at?!

leaves a voicemail for his mother every morning and every night. maybe he cries. maybe.

he has one ear pierced because like.......... senior year of high school, he wanted to feel more cool.

allergic to mushrooms, shellfish, eggs, and harbingers of doom.

he truly boggles minds. just.... v out there? v spacey. he closes his eyes and drifts about on stage, fingers dancing on the keys, body moving in eclectic ways. he says “groovy” and fuckin’ means it. he dresses in prints inspired by grandma’s carpet. lots of half-buttoned flowy shirts, boots, tailored statement pants, dangly necklaces. he’s got his hands full of rings –– they symbolize milestones. and some are just, like... pretty. and one’s his mother’s old wedding band.

where the hell are my friends !  ( wanted connectz. )

i was gonna do a whole section on this and got lazy but like.... anything. all the things. good, bad, ugly, beautiful. hurt him. make him suffer. but also support him a bit.

i imagine he’s got a solid squad goin’. he’s in faction one too, so... hmu for those.

i feel like he’d be pretty chill with the greeks? yeah bro, he parties. he’ll chill. he’ll crack open a cold one and pretend to understand what those letters on your jacket mean! pie-apple-fate-uh? cool stuff !

ride or dies. pls.

he needs someone to like....... melt his heart. maybe someone unexpected.

thisssss got long & disorganized but yes! let’s plot! let’s do this thang! #hype!!

[nixonkeller-blog]

━ did y'all see [Nixon ‘Nick’ Keller] walkin’ into [The Cuttery or Church?] they’ve lived in frostford for [22 years] and you can catch ‘em around town working as an [the town preacher/pastor & church worship band lead singer]. I reckon they’re pretty [outgoing & compassionate] but I hear they can also be kinda [lofty & closed off] if ya see ‘em around, be sure to say hi. ━  [TW: death, car accident, heart attack, faith, religion]

Hey! My name is Alex, and I’m thrilled to be here writing with you all. I’m still figuring out the footing for Nixon and where he sits in Frostford, but here are some of the basics I’ve sorted out. I’ll be adding more as I think of them. Also, he’s a lot more like Archie Andrews from Riverdale than I intended him to be... so let’s just disregard that, yeah? Perfect, haha.

GENERAL:

Nixon Keller was born August 12th to Joan and Nicholas Keller at the local hospital in Frostford.

He was born into a very religious family, and the Bible and its teachings were instilled in him from a young age as his father was the preacher in town. His mom is a part-time teacher, part-time homemaker. 

Being the eldest son of the couple, he was given a lot of responsibility at a young age. He was the built in baby sitter for his younger sister and helped out at church or the various events it would hold for as long as he can remember.

Believing in God was never a choice for him, it was something he was raised to do. Though, he didn’t find himself questioning it too much and thought most of what the Bible taught aligned with his own beliefs. More on that later.

He’s very musical, and was plunking out notes on his families grand piano ever since he could reach the keys. He loves to sing, and has quite a great voice. He also actively still plays piano, though he prefers guitar. His family luckily could afford music lessons and he picked up the notes quickly. He practiced religiously (pun intended) every day before and after school. He also writes songs.

He grew up singing in the church choir and playing in their worship band, eventually leading the band as lead singer and guitarist.

He is also a star football player and was the starting quarterback every year he played football, and was the captain of the football team. Or co-captains with Lucas, depending on the year.

His family is the epitome of ‘All American’. From a large, lavish house on a large acreage and apple orchard, his mom spent her days baking or tending to the garden. They had a few horses, chickens, but no pigs; because his mom didn’t like the mess they made.

He pulled his weight at home, too, often fixing things around the house, cutting the grass, picking apples, tending to the horses, etc.

He spends his life following in his father’s footsteps, and played football mostly to please him--though he grew to like it... but only enough to keep from quitting--and was naturally athletic due to being so strong from the physical labour at home. He was the star quarter back, class Valedictorian, and the resident Golden Boy. He’s also not easily missed due to his bright red hair and towering height.

He was offered a few full ride scholarships for football at varying colleges but turned them all down to marry Alexis and stay in Frostford.

As similar as he was to his father--outgoing, evangelical, empathetic, strong--the two butted heads constantly due to Nixon’s progressive thinking. He’s very inclusive of the LGBTQ+ community, etc. He believes that at its core, the bible is about love, and Jesus loved everyone. No exceptions.

His father is a bit more old-school, and while isn’t outwardly homophobic... is a bit problematic in his thinking and Nixon does his best to help encourage change in that area.

His mom is more like Nixon, tender, loving, and sweet. She also believes that the bible only preaches love and has often welcomed sick animals or wandering souls into the families guest house when they needed some TLC.

The relationship with his father grew more strained as his dad wanted Nixon to take over his rank at the church, whereas Nixon wanted to move out of town eventually to pursue a music and football career and live on his own terms. It was a point of contention and they were often yelling at each other about it, ruining more than one family dinner with their arguments.

Nixon was hoping his father would come around when tragedy struck. While driving home from a meeting at the church, his father suffered a ‘widow maker’ heart attack and his car flipped into a ditch. He died on scene and Nixon is still coming to terms and dealing with the loss.

Because it was his father’s wish for Nixon to take over as the pastor, Nixon rose to the challenge after his father’s passing, putting his music and football career on hold.

He’s loving, compassionate, but also conceited, cocky, and often puts himself as a pedestal because of the privileged life he has led. Though, at his core, he’s a good person who would give you the shirt off his back.

He’s hoping his new role at the church will invite marginalized members of the community to come to Sunday service because when you’re at Nixon’s church, you’re family, and everyone is welcome.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Being a classic southern, religious boy, Nixon was taught all about abstinence and to be wary about women. His father and mother were High School sweethearts and they prayed that Nixon would be just as lucky to find someone so soon.

His parents prayers were answered in the form of Alexis, one of Nixon’s childhood and family friends from when he was younger. His family met hers when they were nine years old and as each family shared a strong faith, they became close family friends, spending every Sunday together after church. They also went on numerous fishing and camping trips together.

Nixon always had a soft spot for Alexis but never thought she’d feel the same way about him, so he kept it to himself. That is, until he heard a fellow football player talk about asking Alexis on a date. He knew deep down that it was now or never and that being rejected wouldn’t hurt as bad as never trying.

So one day after school in Sophomore year, he went over to her house with a bouquet of her favour flavours and asked her on a date, confessing his long bottled up feelings on her front porch. They have been together ever since.

His parents are thrilled that they ended up together, as they both share a strong faith, and love of the town.

Nixon was the school’s star Quarterback and football captain, and Alexis was the head cheerleader, so they were a match made in heaven for many reasons.

Nixon proposed to her on her 18th birthday and they were married shortly after.

He’s been by her side through everything in life and she is his best friend and the love of his life. He never believed in soulmates until he met Alexis, but he’s thankful to have an incredible love story with her.

Alexis is the only woman Nixon has ever dated or been with.

He’s thrilled to be a father but he’s also scared shitless.

FRIENDSHIPS:

Fletcher and Lucas are Nixon’s best friends. While the two boys couldn’t be more different from each other, they both balance Nixon out well.

Lucas and Nixon met the first year Nixon played high school football and got along swimmingly well. They’re very similar people and we co-captains of the football team until Lucas graduated and Nixon took over for his last year of high school.

Nixon stood by Lucas’ side through everything he went through with his varying girlfriends, injuries, and college football. And while he supports and loves him through and through, there is an aspect of jealousy that Nixon never got to go play college football because he settled in Frostford.

Fletcher is more reserved than Nixon, but he prides himself on being able to get Fletch out of his comfort zone and brought him along to any party or social event he was going to in High School. He knows Fletcher has a heart of gold and the two have a very special bond. (It’s just really pure ok)

I’ll be adding more to this as I think of them, but these are the basics for now! As always, hit me up for connections and plots. :)

[emotionsofthesoul]

Chapter 14 _ Me Encantaría

It was Sunday morning. Day 2 since the news broke. Juliana hadn’t slept the entire night. She couldn’t. Valentina tried to help her sleep but Juliana’s mind just wouldn’t shut off and after 3am Valentina couldn’t stay awake any longer so she snuggled into Juliana as they spoke and drifted off to sleep as Juliana played with her long brown hair.

Around 4am Juliana snuck out of Valentina’s bed and went over to her window where she had a set up for people to sit or lay down. Juliana opened the curtains allowing the moon’s light to filter in as she pulled out her sketchbook. She went to the next available page and began to let her hand move with ease as her thoughts were transferred onto the page. By the time the sun rose she had filled 26 pages with different dresses and outfits. 

When Valentina awoke she felt around the bed and grew worried when she opened her eyes and Juliana wasn’t in bed. She was about to jump out of bed to go search for Juliana when she sat up on the edge of the bed to put her slippers on and noticed the girl sleeping next to her window with the sketchbook about to fall. She smiled as she reached over to get a blanket to cover Juliana and removed the sketchbook from her hand. When she covered Juliana she saw the girl get comfortable so Valentina decided to close the curtain and walk over to her desk and began to edit. 

Midterms had come and gone so the focus had immediately shifted to the final 6 images of her portfolios for all 3 of her photography classes. Given her background she was granted entry to the introductory class but waved the required introductory course for the digital imaging class and the portfolio class. The department head was very enamored with her work and granted her the permissions needed to take the advanced classes. Valentina’s focus for her portfolio class was a product based fashion portfolio meaning she would get unreleased pieces by 12 different designers and shoot those with 12 different models. She met with the design department and found 10 up-and-coming designers who were more than willing to get their work out there through her instagram promotion given she has over 2 million followers. She convinced Renata to be her 11th designer in exchange for house sitting over the summer. Despite finding 11 she still had one more slot open that had to be filled two weeks before Christmas break.

After editing for a while she turned to her right where she had set Juliana’s sketchbook down and she immediately thought of her girlfriend to be her 12th and final designer for this project. She wanted very badly to skim through her work but she didn’t want to invade Juliana’s privacy so she decided to wait until the girl awoke to ask for her help and collaboration.

Juliana awoke around noon and she found a tray with food set on a little table next to her with a note that said, “Enjoy, hermosa.” She smiled and turned to see Valentina focused on her work and listening to her music not noticing anything around her. Juliana took this as her opportunity to hug the girl from behind.

“Buenos dias bonita.” Valentina said as she took out her earphone and turned around in her chair.

Juliana instantly pulled her into an intense kiss, biting Valentina’s bottom lip when she pulled away.

“What was that about?” Valentina said with a huge grin across her face.

“I just wanted to say thank you for bringing me breakfast and taking care of me.” Juliana said acting completely innocent.

Valentina laughed at how quick her girlfriend had shifted into an adorable puppy. “Well then I guess if I want another one of those kisses I’ll have to bring you breakfast every morning.” She said still not believing Juliana could be so sexy and confident one moment and so adorable the next.

“Ha-ha very funny. So what are you working on?” Juliana said as she played with Valentina’s hair taking a bite from the croissant Valentina had brought up for her.

Valentina laughed understanding that Juliana wanted to change the subject but had she not needed to speak to her about work she wouldn’t have let her off the hook so easily.

“Okay, Ms I’m Innocent, I actually do want to discuss something with you. So you know how on Fridays I have my portfolio class? Well I decided to challenge myself by talking to a few local designers to let me borrow some unreleased pieces so I could use them in my fashion shoots for that class buuuuuuuut I still need one… and I was thinking that one could be you? I’d love to photography your work and it’s the perfect way to get you exposer for some of your incredible pieces. Que dices?” Valentina said hoping Juliana wouldn’t refuse.

“No, pues Val me encantaría… but I don’t have any of my equipment with me… everything is back at my parents. I just brought some clothes and that was it…” Juliana said trying to figure out a way to help her girlfriend. “But I do some new sketches I just made that you could choose from and I could try to get my dad to bring me my sewing machine and some of my work that I’m going to need for Renata’s school anyway. Let me see what I can do okay?”

Valentina’s face lit up at the fact that Juliana was willing to be her 12th designer. Had she not already made a proposal to the other 10 and Renata she would have loved to shoot all of her images using different pieces of Juliana’s work. She had truly fallen for Juliana’s work, she wanted Juliana to succeed so she could have her own boutique one day.

After showing Valentina her entire sketchbook so she could pick her favorite pieces for the photoshoot, they discussed the type of model who would wear Juliana’s pieces and what kind of lighting to use to display the clothing.

Once they had settled on their plan Juliana asked Valentina for Renata’s number so they could discuss the job opportunity. She had decided that she needed to start working in order to get her own place. That was something Valentina wasn’t too happy about but she agreed nonetheless knowing Juliana wanted to be more independent and not have to rely on her for everything now that Juliana was no longe with her parents.

The rest of the day went by in a flash with both girls working on their own stuff. Juliana was redrawing her favorite pieces onto bigger paper for her portfolio presentation for Renata’s new fashion school who had admission presentations coming up. Meanwhile Valentina completed her lighting diagrams in order to be able to use the studios at her university for the following month. Valentina liked to have her portraits taken in weeks in advanced so she had plenty of time to edit each one.

When the evening rolled around the girls had dinner with Leon and Luica. Leon told Juliana how things went with her parents. After discussing her parents, Juliana informed Leon & Lucia of her plans to accept Renata’s work offer and get her own place. Leon agreed but insisted that she didn’t have to leave right away, that she could stay as long as she needed.

Before heading to bed Juliana called Renata and they scheduled a time to meet the following day. Renata was very content with the idea of having Juliana work with her.

[gamegrumpiess]

Don't Forget About Me PART ONE?

Its been a fucken minute. I've been working a lot really. Trying to get my place together since I moved and what not. I have free time again! So here you go. Also! If you want me to continue this, let me know!

Dan x Reader

Warnings? Might be a bit sad, but nothing worth crying over.

You can request some shit!

(y/m/n) - your mom's name

(y/l/n) - your last name

(h/t)- home town

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~1992~

Young Danny's POV

"Dan! Dinners ready!" My mom yells from downstairs. "I'll be right there!" I pause my game and make my way down. It's been freezing in my room lately, New Jersey winter really taking a toll on our house. The heater isn't installed yet, though I wish it was. I only have so many blankets.

"Dana, Leigh, there's new neighbors across the street. They've been here for about a week, I met the woman and her fiance last night, but her kids weren't home. I think it'd be a good idea to welcome them all. After dinner we'll all go down together. Is that a good idea?" My mom and dad have always been really nice like that. I feel wave of anxiety rush over me, it's not that I don't want to meet them, I just feel weird going to their house just to introduce ourselves. Dana nods her head and goes back to eating her soup, so content with her life. I'm not looking forward to this...

After we all finish eating, my mother tells us to get ready and look decent for the neighbors. What would 'decent' be? A regular shirt with jeans? I'll be in my jacket so I guess it really doesn't matter. After I get myself together, I walk downstairs to see Mom and Dad waiting for me and Dana. "Alright, let's go guys!" Dana comes out of her room dressed and ready as well. "I'm ready!" She yells with her childish voice. At least she's excited, because I'm not.

*ding ding dong ding*

A woman opens the door with a smile. "Oh, hello Debbie! What brings you here?" My mom smiles back at the woman, "I thought we could all come welcome you to the neighborhood!" The woman looks shocked a bit before she opens the door wide and invited us all in. "So this is my husband, call him Avi, my daughter Dana, and my son Leigh. He likes to be called Daniel, though." The woman smiles and shakes my dad's hand and mine. Dana has gotten a little bit shy, so the woman kneels down to her height. "Hi Dana, I'm (y/m/n). I work with kids your age all the time! You know, we have a pet turtle, his name is Cheesy. Would you like to meet him?" Dana's eyes light up at what (y/m/n) said. She nods her head frantically as the woman points to a glass talk with rocks and a little bit of water. "He's right there. Go ahead and talk to him!" As Dana runs to look at, what I assume is Cheesy, the woman turns back to us. "My fiance is at work right now. But my daughter and son are here. Y/N!" (Y/m/n) yells upstairs. "I'm coming!!" A little voice yells back. A girl came downstairs into view. She looks my age, but I haven't seen her at school, is she new? "This is my daughter, y/n. My younger son, Jacob is taking a nap in his room. Shes been working on her room all day." My mom smiles at y/n, "hey y/n! How old are you? Do you go to school here yet?" Y/n looks down, clearly a little shy. "I'm 12 years old... I don't go to school yet here, I'm new, I kind of don't want to." She states truthfully. She's only a year younger than me, but she seems very mature for a 12 year old. Then again, I'm kind of mature for a 13 year old.

As time goes on, y/n and her mom start breaking out of their she'll a little bit. Ms (y/l/n) says they just moved here from (h/t), she left her husband a while back and met a man who lived here. So I guess the man who lives here now isn't y/n's and Jacob's actual dad. Something about that is really sad to me, I have both of my parents. I can't really imagine what it's like to only have one in your life. "Is y/n going to go to the same school as Leigh?" I knew that question would come up. And turns out, yes she will. I'm not really complaining. At least she'll have one person she knows. I'm not entirely popular at all, but at least she won't be alone. Y/n looks at me and smiles. She really does have a sweet smile.

~later that night~

"Debbie, she's out there again! Poor kid, I hope she's okay." My dad calls out to my mom. "She's out there almost every night. Do you think she's okay?" I get curious and look at the time. 10:18 pm. Who would be out this late? Sure, it's a Saturday, but it's so cold outside this time. It's probably going to snow soon. I walk out to my mom and dad to see what's going on. "Who's outside?" Mom points out the window and I look out to see a figure sitting in the empty driveway across the street. "Almost every night, y/n just sits on the cold driveway. Her mom works graveyard shifts a lot. I wouldn't doubt it if she's home alone, poor thing." My mom puts her hand over her heart and looks down, her motherly instincts kicking in. "Leigh, could you please go out there and see if she's okay? She's always out there for hours at a time." I comply to what my mom says, mostly because I don't want to disappoint her by saying no. Also, I'm a little curious as well as to why she's out in the cold so late.

Y/n POV

Space is so cool. I've loved the stars and planets since I was a baby. On the nights when my mom is working, Jacob stays with my stepdad at his place. He's only 5, I get it. At this point I'm used to being alone. It's not a bad thing. I like it. When I was younger my dad would always leave me by myself so he could work. I was old enough to take care of myself though, little 7 year old me. I would do this back then as well. Sit outside and look at the sky. Even on days when the sky would be covered by clouds, I'd still stare In wonder above.

I hear a door close across the street and a skinny boy huddled up in jackets walk out of it. I hope he's not coming here, I'm not good with boys one on one. They make me feel awkward. Plus, he's a good looking boy. That makes it way worse. "Y/n, right?" He's standing right above me. I smile slightly, "Yeah, that's right. Aren't you cold?" He's very skinny, probably doesn't have body heat of his own like me. Im on the thicker side of the wall when it comes to looks. I'll probably always will be, but that okay. "Yes I'm freezing. But I saw you out here and I thought I should ask if you're okay."

I look up at him, "I'm okay. I just like looking at the stars. I'd rather be out here looking at the sky than in a quiet house." I tell him truthfully. "Are you home alone?" I nod and smile. "Yea, my mom works at the children's hospital and my little brother is with my stepdad at his house. I dont go because my stepsisters don't really like me. Which is fine, I don't really like them either." He sits down by me, criss crossed and hands in his pockets. "Are you okay on your own, though? My mom is worried too." His mom? Why would she be worried about me? I guess I am out here a lot. "Tell your mom im fine, and thank you for worrying. I appreciate that." He looks back to his house and then to me again. "Do you want me to sit here with you for a bit?" I smile again, "Sure. Just don't get frostbite in my driveway." He laughs and I join in as well.

~1997~

Y/n POV

I've known Dan for almost 6 years now. Since that night he'd be sitting on my driveway with me any chance we could. He's grown up a lot, but so have I. I'm proud of him, really. He just graduated high school, the only thing is, he's leaving for college. I still have 12th grade left. It sucks, my best friend is leaving. In the 6 years I've known him, I've grown to have a massive crush on him. He's gotten a lot taller, his hair has grown more, he's just this tall silly nerd. I'm not one for cliche cheesiness... But I really do love him. The times hes had girlfriends, it's been pretty painful. There's been more than a few nights when I'm on the driveway alone, or I'd have to eat lunch with Joe and Dylan alone because he'd be out with his girlfriend at that time. I'd be in pain, but I would never let it get to me. If he's had other girlfriends, it's clear he doesn't like me like that. And that's fine, I'm okay with just being his friend. As long as he's in my life at all I'm okay.

But he's leaving.

Dan's POV

My last night here in New Jersey is tonight. The flight for Boston leaves tomorrow morning, early as hell too. I'd have to go to bed soon if I really want to catch it. My room looks so empty... All my memories of growing up are in this exact house. I went to go see Ms (y/l/n) earlier today and say goodbye before she went to work, even said bye to Jacob. Y/n wasn't there, (y/m/n) said she was at band practice. I told her not to worry, I'll probably see y/n tonight since I usually sit with her in her driveway at night. Luckily, it's not cold anymore. Summer weather keeping me cool enough to not wear shorts, though. I walk out and see y/n sitting where she usually sits. Except now with a cat in he shirt to keep the cat warm in the cool weather. She looks up at me and waves, and I can't help but smile a little and wave back before starting to walk over.

If I had a choice, I'd take her with me. She's my best friend, I don't want to leave her alone. Joe and Dylan are leaving as well, she'll be alone at school and she'd have no one to sit with at night in her driveway. 6 years spent with her, and I wouldn't want to change it for the world. She's a really good friend.

"Hey.." she says, careful not to wake the cat in her lap. "Hey, I'm leaving tomorrow morning.. I wanted to come say bye to the cat." I say jokingly. She rolls her eyes and nudges my leg as I sit beside her. "Shut up, Dan. I can't believe it, you're going to college." I can't help but agree. I shake out my hair a little bit. "Yup. I really want to be a musician, but my dad said hed pay for my college if I go into advertising. I really don't want to, but I cant pay for myself on my own." She pets the cat again and shrugs. "Soon enough, you will be a musician. You'll have thousands of fans, be on stage rocking out like you've always wanted. You'll have people recognize you in the street wanting a picture and an autograph. You'll be so successful, as long as you put your passion in it." I can't help but smile at her. That is my dream, always has been. "It's gonna be weird without you guys. Senior year... I have one more year before I leave too," she looks at the sky again. "It's kinda scary. I won't be a kid anymore. Growing up in general is scary." I grab her shoulder and look in her eyes. "Hey don't talk like that. You're gonna be a great voice actress like you've always wanted to be. You might even become a singer too. You have to put passion in it too. You'll be in all your favorite anime shows, and video games. You can do it too. Don't forget that." She looks down and nods. "I will. Hey promise me something though." I look at her and encourage her to go on. "Don't forget about me. I know you're gonna grow up and find all the success in the world, just don't forget about this time in your life. Our friendship, who you are. Don't forget, please." I give her a sad smile and lean in to hug her. "I could never forget about you. You're one of my best friends. Don't worry. I'll keep in touch as much as possible, I promise." She smiles and hugs back. I start to walk back to the house when I hear her call my name again, "Dan!......." I turn back to her and she looks down before looking back up to me. "Be safe out there." She stares at me and I nod. "You too, y/n.."

To be continued?~

[lastbluetardis]

Sweet fucking Jesus, my sister is a trainwreck.

So let’s hop on back to Winter 2017-18 when my sister starts emo posting on Facebook about being upset/pissed/betrayed etc etc etc which, when I asked her about it, she had told me that her boyfriend had made out with another girl, and had fallen in love with this girl. Okay, so I figure she’s breaking up with him, moving out, and potentially moving back in with out mom with her three-year-old daughter.

Alas, when I ask my sister, she says she’s giving her boyfriend another chance. I warned her that once a cheater, always a cheater, but she disregards my advice, saying that she doesn’t want her daughter to be raised in a broken home. Which like... a father who constant cheats and pisses away any money he comes across is considered “unbroken”??? But whatevs.

Let’s hop forward to April 2018 and my sister admits to my mom that she’s pregnant (due at the end of September 2018). I guess all that makeup sex went unprotected? Though later she admits that she was trying to get pregnant again. My sister says that her boyfriend was totally on board with this and wanted another kid, but my sister is a pathological liar, so who the fuck knows. My guess is that she got pregnant again in the hopes that would force her boyfriend to stay/be faithful.

Let’s hop forward again to July-ish, when my sister again starts emo posting on Facebook, and I assume her relationship has tanked once more. But nothing really comes of it so I assume she forgave her boyfriend and they’re continuing to live in unhappy sin together.

Now let’s hop again to Labor Day 2018 (which is like... September 3rd. Keep in mind she’s due with Baby #2 on September 23rd), and she tells my mom that she needs to move back home because her boyfriend wants to live with “the love of his life” (girlfriend 2.0, as my mom and I call her). So my sister is nine months preggo and moving back into my mom’s basement with her four-year-old daughter.

Now, I don’t particularly mind my sister moving back when she needs help. That’s fine and all. But I take issue with the fact that she just assumes my mom will bail her out of her messes, and the fact that my sister had expressed no gratitude whatsoever about moving back home again with a four-year-old and an eventual newborn. It’s like my sister expects the aid.

All right, so the whole point of my sister moving home again was to help her get back on her feet. She worked at a job that pays $11.50 an hour, so after taxes and crap, she’s only bringing home about $400-450 every week. So that’s roughly $2000 per month. There’s no fuckin way she can afford rent and daycare and all the other expenses that comes with existing. So anyhoo, she moved home to save up her money and find a better-paying job so that she could eventually make it on her own (assuming her ex-boyfriend pays child support).

Let’s hop forward to December 2018. My sister at this point found a slightly better paying job, so that’s good, but it starts at 6am and the daycare doesn’t open until 6:30. So my mom’s on daycare drop-off duty. Which, whatever. I wouldn’t have done that in my mom’s shoes, but I’m not in my mom’s shoes.

Anyhoo, my sister eventually starts visiting her ex-boyfriend’s mom’s house all the time. Which I think it a little weird, but my sister has a decent relationship with her ex-bf’s mom, so fine, whatever. But eventually it was getting to be ridiculous. The mom lives a good 45 minutes away, so my sister is pissing away all this money on gas, and keeping her kids out until 9-ish at night, when my mother has to be the one to get them up the next morning for daycare. My four-year-old niece fucking haaaaaates waking up in the mornings. Hates it. And she’s got enough behavioral issues anyway, so while she should be past the temper-tantrum stage, she’s not.

Anyhoo, my mom goes to drop the kids off at daycare one morning and one of the aids mentions to my mom that my sister’s supposedly-ex-boyfriend has been with her when she’s been picking up the kids lately. Which is fuckin weird.

So my mom confronts my sister about whether she is back together with her boyfriend (and I should mention that a stipulation of my sister moving home again was that if she ever got back together with her boyfriend, she had to find another place to live. She and her boyfriend had lived with us for a year back when my sister had her first kid and it did not go well. Her boyfriend is a lazy, manipulative ass, and this on-again off-again relationship they’d had since Winter 2017-18 is not healthy for my sister at all).

My sister says yeah, they’re back together. She even paid the January rent on the apartment that ex-bf and girlfriend 2.0 are living in! (I think it’s so fuckin weird that my sister wants to get back with her boyfriend even while his new girlfriend is living at the apartment...)

So my mom says that my sister needs to be moved out by January 12th. This conversation happened shortly after Christmas. Well, a day or so before New Year’s Eve, my sister tells my mom that she and her boyfriend are not getting back together after all.

In my opinion, my sister should be forced to move out. She got back together with her boyfriend, even if it was only for like a week. But my mom has the biggest fucking heart in the world, and for some reason has this guilt complex that she wasn’t as good of a mom to my sister as she was to me. Which I don’t know where that came from, but my sister loves to rub it in my mom’s face that my mom did more stuff with me than with my sister.

So my mom lets my sister stay.

Fast-forward to today. My sister is evidently back with her boyfriend. Again. My mom is so upset and adamant that my sister has to move out this time. I’ll believe that when I see it.

So yeah. That has been my life for the past four months. And I’ve left out about half of the story because this post is already so fucking long and my hands are cramping.

I’m just so angry and upset. At my sister for manipulating and using my mom like this. At my mom for bending over backwards to try and help my sister. I’m just furious at everything and everyone, and I hate my sister so much. I hate her for not only fucking up my mom’s life but for fucking up her kids’ lives. My sister is a very lousy and lazy parent, and so is her boyfriend. My four-year-old niece has behavioral issues in part because my sister and her bf refuse to discipline her. And my four-year-old niece isn’t toilet trained yet. That’s fucking ridiculous. She turns five in April! And she can’t piss in a toilet! And my niece has really bad eczema that needs to be treated by a child dermatologist but my sister is too lazy to make appointments for her child. My mother made an appointment for my niece and took her back in December, where she was given a prescription. Well guess what. It’s the middle of January and my sister still hasn’t picked up that fucking prescription.

I’m so exhausted from this whole fucking ordeal and I want to scream at my sister until I’m blue in the face. But it won’t fucking help. Any time my mom or I try to talk to her, all we get are blank stares and shrugged shoulders. My sister needs serious fucking counselling. Though I probably do too. I’ve been considering calling the university’s counselling center and getting myself an appointment to see if it will help me deal with this anger I feel all the time.

Good God this has been exhausting to even write about, and I left out so many details. How on Earth did me and my sister even come from the same sperm and egg pool? This is fucking insane and I feel so bad for my poor mom for putting up with all this shit.

[invisible-souls13]

5 True Ouija Board Stories

Days to Live

We all asked it a question that only the person asking would know the answer too. It would answer the questions.

One question that somebody asked was “what was the name of the boat i went on a cruise on when i was 6?” it answered.

We played with this thing forever, we had coldspot experiences and would place a candle where the coldspot was and the candle would burn sideways not straight up and down. One night we all asked it how long we had left to live, and this is where it gets scary. Everybody asked, and they had 50-60+ years left.

I go to ask, and it says 10. I ask 10 years and it says days.

I pretty much shit a brick at this point. It said I was gonna be killed in a car accident by a girl named Emma. We would ask it three days later and it would say I had seven days left. Ask it two days later it said I would have five days left and so on.

I’m freaking out at this point, carrying a bible in my pocket and wearing a big cross. I finally tell my dad and he doesn’t believe me, so I made one out of a piece of paper and used a CD to show him. It worked, and he flipped out and told me that I didn’t have to go to school the day I was supposed to die. I didn’t go to school and nothing happened.

Spirit TV

Perfect story. 100% true. About 15 years ago, my sister had some friends over one night. They were in the basement watching some scary movie. They had an ouija board. They started cussing at it and calling it “shit” and “fucking fake”. It stopped responding so they began watching the movie again.

All of a sudden, all the lights and electricity goes out. They start screaming. Then the tv comes on all static and is blairing noisse. They were yelling and crying. Then, the tv shuts off and comes back on to just a black screen. The words, “This is not a game anymore” roll across the screen in all white. After, the tv shuts off and and they are in complete darkness. They run out of the house.

Afterwards, they go back to the house and our dog hid and when they found it, all it did was bark and look very angry at them.

Insane.

 Creepy Doll

I have a terrifying story about an ouija board. I got a call from my cousin who said that he, his brother, his dad, and his best friend were using an ouija in their basement. Prior to starting they took a large porcelain doll out of the room because it was creepy and placed it in an adjacent room face down on a pile of towels.

My cousin took a short break because the board was just spouting nonsense and he went to take a shit. His dad and brother and friend started asking the board questions without him, one of the questions was who is in the other room? It just started spouting random numbers and when my cousin came back into the room his brother said that it wasn’t working that they were going to put it away and he showed him the answer to the last question he asked and he said “dude that’s my social security number!, then they started to talk to whatever started spewing answers out, it told my cousin he would die in the air force. At this point they tell the entity they are communicating with to prove itself. It then spelled out the word “DOLL” and they were like wtf.

They opened the door to check on the porcelain doll they had laid in the other room and when they opened the door the doll was standing up right in front of the door staring right at them. Everyone freaked and ran out of the house. His best friend burned the ouija board and I think he temporarily went nuts for a few months. My cousin for some reason then joined the air force and is on a base in Europe now.

 Salem Ouija Board

A girl brought her authentic ouija board made out of maple straight from Salem. Ironically, she was very Catholic, but loved her board, it and was a very interesting few nights in the dorm with it. I think the second night we were playing with it, and it was going slow, not much movement, meh. I had my hand off the planchette because I still wasn’t so sure about the thing. Suddenly, it was like cold fingers grabbed into my shoulders ever so slightly, and this terrible feeling in the back of my mind just came to the surface. I looked to the board and the planchette started moving in a demonic pattern, I think figure 8s this time. I looked at the girl and said “I have a bad feeling about that” in time for her to realize what was happening. She stopped the movement and bid the spirit good bye. In that moment, the icy grip loosened, and all was well.

Everyone was like “woaah” when the girl explained that the figure 8 meant that something was trying to get out of the board. (This is common lore that goes with Ouija usage.)

 A Warning

A few years ago, my friends decided to try this out with a group of guys. We were in the 12th grade at the time. My group of girls had messed around with [a Ouija board] before, to varying degrees of success. Well, this time, it was my hands on the planchette with my other girlfriend.

"This thing was moving CRAZY fast, faster than I had ever seen, and seemed to be getting quite agitated by the group of guys we were with who were joking around and not taking it seriously. It essentially told them to shut up and stop talking. I told the guys, 'Seriously, please stop being rude, I'm kind of freaked out.'

"Because I was getting nervous, one of the guys took over, he was a bit more serious about it. Almost immediately the thing spelled out, 'Don't open the door.' Well, we were all in the basement, and there was only one door, so we all kind of looked over at it nervously. Because I was getting anxious, I took the blanket and kind of hid my face. Immediately it spelled out, 'Don't hide from me.' Everyone was freaked out. The guy who had his hands on the planchette literally started to cry, he wanted to take his hands off, but we have this rule that you don't take your hands off until you get it to say, 'Goodbye.' Everyone wanted to stop, but it took about 10 minutes of asking dumb questions until the thing finally slid to goodbye.

"Some of the guys speculated afterwards, that it meant don't open the metaphorical door of the spiritual world. The reason being is we told them to never ask for a sign or else it kind of lets the spirit roam free outside of the board. Before that guy took over, they kept asking for a sign, only for me to cut them off mid-sentence and tell them to knock it off. So this made some sense." -- strangeobjects123, Reddit

 Do you have any oujia board stories? Would love to hear them!

[linzhilin1]

I gave my parents a big villa

In the past, I was the object of ridicule by my relatives and friends. Many relatives and friends would even say in front of me, you see, what’s the use of letting him go to this university? It’s not returning home. Maybe it was because they took care of my face; they didn’t say the latter sentence, that is, I went to college for 4 years and ended up going home to eat my old age. That’s true. After graduating from college, I found a simple job with income. It was only over 4,000 yuan, but my girlfriend didn’t ask me for too much dowry. We got married like this. We didn’t have a house, a car, or three gold coins. It can be said that this was a complete naked marriage.

But when my child was two years old, I was laid off by the company, and my major was not easy to find a job, so I spent a year in a hurry. I couldn’t pay the rent, and I couldn’t pay the child’s care fees in kindergarten. In desperation, my wife and I both went home. As a result, my wife and children all depended on my parents, and my parents didn’t have a pension. So even though my mother was in her 60s, she still went out to work so that our family could eat, so I was laughed at. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to go to work, but that no unit could look at me, and finally, I gritted my teeth and found a Filipino company. At that time, I heard that the benefits at CG Company were very good, so I bought a plane ticket to fly directly to the Philippines without any hesitation.

When I arrived at the CG company, I was very satisfied with the company. The decoration of the company is very luxurious and tall. There are 23 floors, of which 22 are offices. Our dormitory is in another building, and the working atmosphere is here. Very strong, you can make money as long as you work hard and spend your time.

I earned more than 25,000 yuan in the first month at CG and doubled my income in the second month. In the 12th month of the year, my salary also reached more than 89,000 yuan, and my bank deposits also reached 1.32 million yuan.

  As long as other young people go out to bars to the beach to have fun in their spare time, the price of goods in the Philippines is not high. If you go out to play once in RMB, it is only 700 or 800 yuan. Based on our income, every day, My income can even reach four or five thousand yuan or more, which is not unaffordable for me, but instead of going out to play like other people, I saved the money.

  I worked in a CG company in the Philippines for two years, and I never returned to China during the two years. By the time I returned to China, I had already deposited 7.62 million on my bank card. The first thing I did after returning to my hometown was to contact a real estate company. , bought a 3-story villa for his parents for 3 million and took his parents to the villa after returning home. They could hardly believe their eyes when they looked at the villa.

Yes, I have tested my ability with my own actions. If someone is gnawing old, it is not because he did not work hard but because he did not find the opportunity. After finding the opportunity, he will even give his relatives a comeback more than the average person. Many people are very contemptuous of the old people, thinking that they must not be able to get any results. In fact, some people who are old people are even better than ordinary people in terms of mind and ability. The reason why they don’t have jobs is that they haven’t found a job that you can look up to but don’t find a promising job. Once you find such a job, they will work harder than the average person, so don’t look at the old clan with coloured eyes; they have their hidden secrets.