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lilsuzn · 4 years ago

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MLQC Boys as Fathers

Fandom: Mr. Love: Queen's Choice

Warnings: In the post below I decided to make girls like stereotypical girly things and boys stereotypical boyish things, but it doesn’t mean I believe it’s how it’s supposed to be. I personally had periods when I was very girly and ones when I was very tomboyish and that’s okay. What’s not okay is forcing your children to act certain ways and like certain thing just because they represent a certain sex.

Dedication: anon

Gavin

baby girl

Have you even seen that nail-painting Karma with him? This cutie!

If you guys had a daughter, she would be the happiest little girl on earth.

He would be unable to deny her anything. Don’t let these two go to the mall alone. Unless you don’t care for electricity or hot water. Then you do you, I guess.

I even can see him dressed in pink tutu, sitting by a small, pink table and sipping on nonexisting tea. Anything to make his little angel happy

I overall don’t see him as a parent who actively takes part in his child’s school life - like helping with organizing plays or sawing costumes or parent-teacher association associating or other stuff alike, BUT...

He sure would never miss a single performance of his baby girl and would support her along the whole way there.

And yes. He will watch YT tutorials to learn how to do some pretty hairstyles for his princess, even though initially he wouldn’t want to do them at all.

And yes. He will paint her nails when she’s old enough not to stuff her hands into her mouth all the time.

baby boy

They are collecting figures. Like, motorcycles and cars at first. Then also planes when the boy gets a little older.

He would look upto his daddy very much. Would adore that he’s a police officer and could fly and was just basically flawless - at least in your son’s eyes.

They would play with his plane toys, which boy could all name. His favorite would be the Supermarine Spitfire. Gavin could never play with that one. Dad is great and all, but it’s HIS plane.

When your sun gets a bit older, his dad would take him to aerobatic aviation shows and historic planes displays.

He surely would be a daddy’s boy, if you didn’t figure it yet. You’re cool and he loves you… BUT GAVIN?

Their bond remains strong throughout the years. They keep alot of secrets from you, but you benefit from it from time to time. Especially in saving nerves. So it’s cool. Unless it’s not…

When grown up he sure would become a police officer like his dad or a soldier. I sure see him in military aviation. Dad would be a bit worried, but would give him his full support and all the help he could.

I also believe you and Gavin would have more than just one child, but that’s just a side note.

Kiro

baby girl

He’s not a regular dad. He’s a cool dad.

Not a reckless dad tho. He knows it’s not good for kids to eat as much sweets as they want to. He knows it’s not the best idea to say yes to every single whim of theirs…

But his little princess is so pretty. And so cute. And so sweet.

Remember when I told you how Gavin would be not so happy to attend her daughter’s tea parties?

Kiro would live for those! He would buy himself dresses for those occasions.

And they would do fashion shows for you.

This dad is going to ask his daughter to do his makeup.

Takes her to get ice cream behind your back after picking her up from her ballet practice.

baby boy

I don’t know why, but I see his son as that shy, artistic type. That romantic boy with an acoustic guitar kind of trope.

He would have a voice of an angel and a talent surpassing even his father’s. He literally doesn’t need Kiro’s evol to have his charm.

This dad would be so proud. A little sad that his modest, little boy doesn’t want to perform on stage with him, but still - so extremely happy to have such a talented son.

He would get him the best tutors, and the finest instruments and every other equipment his little angel might need. Not even necessarily ask for.

If that was what wished for, he would help him start a career. He surely has what it gets to make someone famous.

If that wasn’t what his son wanted however - he would never push him. He knows the price that comes with money and a large fanbase and he wouldn’t force anyone to pay it.

Lucien

baby girl

I see Lucien as the best dad of all 4, and before you get mad at me for being biased, know that he's not my fav. I like being called an idiot and men in uniforms.

Big part of it would surely be his psychological knowledge, not gonna lie. Second one would be his outstanding intelligence that helps him with application of upbringing’s roles into life.

He just knows exactly how and when to be soft and when and how to be firm.

He would take his daughter for walks and movies. He would love to take her to an amusement park from time to time.

It’s important for him that his daughter would be well socialised.

And surprise, surprise - his daughter would be a genius. Doesn’t matter if you are biological parents or not. It just happened. And he’s very happy to be destroyed in a chase game by his nine year old.

He helps her with preparing for math contests. And any other contests there are.

They often sit together on the couch and read books. She even makes the same face as she focuses. Yes - even she’s adopted.

It’s a Christmas miracle, I don’t know. Ask Lucien, he probably does.

baby boy

Wouldn’t it be absolutely cute and a little bit ironic if his son would be a little trouble maker?

Wouldn’t want to study. Just spent all day on the playground with other kids. An tradic picky eater. Can fall asleep wherever he is, in whatever position he is.

I could see Lucien struggle to find a way to get to his child, but I couldn’t see him ever give up.

He would enroll his son into some school sports team and would very actively support it. They need a parent to go with them to attend a sports contest in another school. Sign him up. Lucien is a very busy man, that’s true, but not too busy for that.

He would learn the rules and tactics of whatever game his son plays.

Would help him practice outside his practices. Even if he might not enjoy it.

And obviously, would eagerly help him if he had any problems in school.

Overall, I see Lucien as a very loving father, who doesn’t shy away with expressing just how important his kids are for him.

Victor

baby girl

The one who would constantly motivate his children.

They are learning languages, participating in at least one sport, playing an instrument and traveling around the world with him to experience many different cultures.

His little girl would be confident, smart, self-disciplined and an absolutely cute dork who thinks daddy doesn’t know she figured how to get to that cookie jar on the highest shelf.

She started drawing things for him since she was too small to even talk properly… and she was really good for such a small poppet.

He quickly decided to add art classes to her already long list of extracurricular activities.

At some point she was absolutely wonderful. Daddy was swelling with pride.

A perfect student, remarcable artist… Obviously a Li.

She would then study architecture at the most prestigious university in the country. Victor would spare no expenses. She deserves it.

baby boy

A quiet but intimidating kid that sits in the first row in class and gives his teacher a challenging look.

Destroys in chess even Lucien’s daughter… sometimes.

Has no friends because he’s disgusted by other people.

Daddy’s boy lvl. 100 Future LFG CEO.

If he could he would even sleep with daddy… but daddy doesn’t let him because he needs “privacy” with you. Good thing you sometimes make him sandwiches, because you might get taken care of…

Victor would have his kid’s photo on his desk. Two of them actually. One facing him and one facing anyone who sits on the opposite side. People need to know just how cute they looked in their matching shirts during last year’s father’s day celebrations.

They would go to the movies together. Victor who usually makes sure your kids are eating healthy would buy him a huge popcorn… and sometimes even M&M’s.

Victor would be a principled dad with high expectations, but don’t make a mistake. Even if his kids weren’t as ambitious and success focused as he’s he would love them just as much and care for them just as much.

There would also be no favoring if you had more than one child. Everyone must feel equally loved and he would make sure it’s exactly the case.

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katsukari · 4 years ago

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Can I have fluff father headcanons with the trios or other characters in MHA?

Of course you can! Sorry this took so long to get out there work and school have been taking up all of my time. Also not quite sure who is in the second trio, so I’m just gonna do the main three and a few others! With that being said, obviously they are adults in this one, so let’s go!

What would Midoriya, Todoroki, Bakugou, Mirio and Tamaki be like as fathers?

Midoriya Izuku

He’d be the sweetest dad, I’m not even gonna pretend otherwise. Like I think he’s gonna be so amazed by his kid and so awestruck. Doesn’t matter if its his biologically or adopted, he will love them just the same.

He will definitely cry the first time he holds them. And the first time they say dad. And he’s gonna cry about a lot of things to be completely honest. He’s so soft.

Get’s so nervous about doing things wrong. He’s probably gonna call and talk to his mom so much about being a dad. How do you change a diaper? What do you do when they won’t take the bottle or pacifier and won’t stop crying? Help mom!

Would support and encourage his child through anything. The first thing that his child decided was going to be their dream job he would hype them up like no other.

No doubt would struggle not to give his kid everything they asked for. The puppy-dog eyes would be the worst for him and he would feel like a monster for saying no, but there are certain things and times he has to.

Not gonna lie, I think he would love to wear clothes that match his kids. Or just have a day where the whole family matches.

He is all about taking pictures and videos of his kid, you sometimes will have to remind him to put the phone or camera down so he can just experience the moment.

Overall I think he’s going to be the cutest dad ever. Loves to hold and carry his child around. If they want a piggyback ride he’s all about it, same goes for naps. Just any time his kid wants to be close to him makes his heart swell.

Todoroki Shouto

I think he would be so nervous to have a kid. He would do his best to hide it, but just give him a lot of reassurance and when he needs it time to think. But he is just so determined to be a better dad than his was and he is.

He is so hesitant to hold his newborn or hug his child if they are adopted. It a common thing, for Todoroki to be incredibly nervous regarding anything to do with his child.

He about melts the first time he hears them laugh. Just like with his significant other, he wants to record it and keep it with him so that whenever life gets hard or work is too stressful he has a pick me up in his pocket.

Once he gets used to having a small human in his life he loves to take a nap on the couch with them laying on his chest. He finds it massively comforting and if you join in it just makes it all the better.

He relies a lot on his mom and siblings to give him advice.

I can see him doing a lot of reading on parenting and getting so caught up in trying to do the right thing he forgets to live life in the moment. After talking to his significant other he relaxes and puts the parenting books back on the shelf.

He gets really emotional as they grow up, and he tries to keep himself from embarrassing them, but sometimes it just comes out. Will apologize if ever he upsets them or he makes a mistake. He knows how important it is that his child trusts him.

He’s a very thoughtful parent and wants to be there for his kid no matter what.

Bakugou Katsuki

He puts on a tough face, but inside I think he’s completely terrified to have a kid. I think since his character growth is so big, he winds up very concerned that he won’t be a good dad. But he is.

All that fear goes away the first time he sees and gets to hold his kid. He completely falls in love and can’t hide it. AKA we get to see soft Bakugou.

His kid has him completely wrapped around their finger. He would do anything for his kid, and surprisingly he has a hard time telling his kid now. If it was anyone else’s kid he would have no problem, but his own child gets whatever they want (within reason).

Always makes sure that he has contact with his kid when they go out to do something like grocery shopping. Lord help anyone who tries to touch or take his child. Protective dad 100%.

He adores it when his kid wants to be near him, though that tough side sometimes shows itself. But more often than not he give in and hold them, puts them on his shoulder or lets them take a nap with him.

Supports his child like no other, and wants to make sure that they are prepared for whatever life throws their way and he hates to see them hurt or sad.

Not going to lie, he probably gets really sad as they grow up and grow away from him. He hates that his job gets in the way of being there for them all the time.

So he cherishes every second he gets with them and tries to make it special.

Will play along with whatever his kid wants him to do, he just can’t say no sometimes. So this does mean that there are time where he find himself at a play tea party or playing out in the rain getting covered in mud.

He’s a good dad, and tries his best to prepare his children for what lies outside their door.

Mirio Togata

Sunshine man. He has more excitement than nerves when it comes to having a child. He is so ready to have a little one running around the house creating a mess wherever they go.

He loves that he can see parts of himself and you in the child, by their looks, their personality, how they speak. All of it, and it goes for if you two adopt a child as well.

He sees the best in them and lifts them up. He loves to make them laugh and smile and he has this incredible skill to calm them down in the middle of crying.

Once they are old enough he loves taking them to the park so they can run around and be active together. Also the fresh air is nice.

Will pick up and hold his child whenever they way. There is something special about having a child want to be near you, and that they trust you to take care of them.

He’s very much an “everything in moderation” kind of parent. He tries not to spoil his kids too much, but he wants to make sure they are happy and safe and that everything is good.

Totally loves playing with his kids, be it tea parties or catch. He’s all about it, especially if it makes them happy.

He tries his best to always be there for his kids and to make time for important occasions.

Will totally wear matching clothes with his kid. If they’re too embarrassed by it he won’t wear it out of the house.

A very energetic parent overall. He loves to be up and moving with his kid and will do anything for them.

Amajiki Tamaki

This precious man is such a nervous wreck, it’s not even funny. He almost says no to holding the child because he’s so anxious that he’ll do something wrong.

Once you’ve convinced him that he won’t drop the child he finally takes them in his arms and he fall completely in love and he vows to be a the best dad.

Loves to hold them. He finds a sense of peace in it and he’s so full of wonder at how something so small and so precious came to be and what he did to deserve it.

You know how I said he loves to slow dance with his s/o? He totally loves to dance with his kids. He may even try some more high energy dances and he loves to get you in the mix as well.

He loves being able to sit around the table with his little family. For some reason he finds comfort in the idea that something depends on him, even though at first it terrified him.

He loves to help them eat and rock them to sleep. Often the warmth and repetitive motions almost puts him to sleep as well. He loves taking naps with his kid.

Has a hard time saying no, how could he when his kid looks at him in that way? With the big puppy dog eyes and the pouty lips, he would hate himself if he said no. He’s whipped.

He is the sweetest most caring father there is. He is such a good listener and he has this ability to make everything feel like it’s going to be alright.

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octalove · 4 years ago

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VIII: Struck by Lightning

(Batgirl/Red Hood)

Description: Reader makes a confession, and goes on a date. Previous.

TW: Brief mention of gore (just blood)

In the weeks succeeding the Little Italy mission, I found a rhythm in the two conflicting heartbeats of my life. Occasionally, I met with Jason to file down the multitude of criminals who opposed him (it wasn’t all rescuing orphans and kittens, but his justice was fair and swift), and other than that, I carried on with life as normal; both as myself, and Batgirl. It was an inconsistent, exciting balancing act.

I tried to humor Bruce’s transparent attempts to placate me with cold cases, deeming it study. My school work had unsurprisingly lost its appeal, and I found myself rocking in the river banks of what was sure to be a failing grade in most of my classes- though I had yet to run ashore. Yet.

I danced along, despite my reprisal (a lack of sleep, and white lies on either side), and overall there was a certain stalemate. With that, peace. Or at least, the closest I could get.

On a Saturday I happened to have free (to my great relief), I woke up at one in the afternoon, to a blessedly dim day that kept the light in my room dark enough to cradle my lie-in.

I washed the sleep from my face, and stumbled downstairs, muscles sore from a Thursday night mission with Jason at the Port (of which I told my family I was going to a party). Tim was the only one in the kitchen- looking like he, too, had just crawled out of bed. He was eating cereal in silence.

We hadn’t been avoiding each other, per say- just got wrapped up in our own routines. Routines that kept me out of the house, and him trapped within it.

“Morning.” I said.

“Mm.” He replied.

I poured out my own bowl of cereal and settled on top of the glossy white granite. It was kind of a running joke at the Wayne household that you could sit anywhere but the chairs. Even Damian picked up on it- and, naturally, he was the best at it- perching his lithe little form atop the fridge at one point.

Now, Tim and I sat side by side on the countertop, shoulders brushing and spoons clanging against our glass bowls. Nothing more was said, but it was a comfortable silence.

I thought, for a second, about the world he’d been living in for the past few months as November bled into December. About his work and his many, many jobs he had to do. The way he shouldered them all week-to-week. He didn’t have to, but he did.

Tim made me a better person. I thought so, anyway.

But then, before I met him, I was the kind of person who let Carolyn Crawford slap me across the face to cover for someone else’s secret. Now, I was the kind who let other people take the blame for mine. Maybe Tim didn’t make me a better person. Only I could do that.

“I need to talk to you.” I said it firmly, and with authority. Mostly to convince myself that I was certain in my intention to go through with it. Bruce eyed me, looking up from his book.

“Alright.”

“...”

“In private.”

Alfred and Damian’s voices carried through to the living room as they had tea (an evening tradition). Bruce nodded, closed his book, and led me upstairs.

His office was a quiet, peaceful place. Finished dark wood, glass tables, and black leather accents. It was the room in the house that was most furnished to his own private taste, and thus, a glimpse inside was into him. It was mostly predictable; W.E. briefcases, notebooks and pens, case files open, and a map of the city that was displayed behind his desk. But there were other things too; a rubik’s cube half solved on the settee, a magazine featuring Vicki Vale with a pen in her hand and a defiant, head-strong look on her face. A gorgeous trailing point knife that belonged to Damian (probably confiscated).

I sat down in the chair that faced his own; his giant, glossy desk between us. I wanted to be swallowed into the dark leather. I felt like I was back at the shrink.

“Tim didn’t sneak off on the 21st.” I said quickly, cutting off the silence as quickly as I could. “He’s not the one who saw Red Hood kill that guy. It was me. I made Tim promise not to tell. He lied to cover for me.”

Bruce was quiet. He did that a lot; made you wait for him to speak. Seconds, minutes, hours. It all felt the same when he let you simmer in your own mistakes. I didn’t look up.

“I see.”

Silence. A long, testing silence. His irritating little desk clock ticked away.

“Is that all you wanted to tell me?” He asked.

I nodded.

“Very well. You’re dismissed.”

“Really?” I asked. “That’s it? You’re not mad?”

He paused. “Should I be?”

I blinked, gaze falling on the floor. “I put Tim in a really shitty position. He didn’t have to lie, but he did because I asked him to. I’m mad at me.” I admitted quietly.

Bruce nodded pedantically, resting his head on his hand. “Then that’s good enough for me.”

I furrowed my brow. It wasn’t good enough for me. “It was wrong.” I clarified, trying to press for some manner of reprimand that I didn’t truly want, but felt deserving of anyway. Bruce considered this, in his quiet, inscrutable way. After a moment, he spoke.

“Your mothers trusted me.” He said. I knew that. My parents were business-oriented like that. They were pulled together by happenstance, each without family and carving their own way in the world by studying international law, and applying it to companies who could afford private foreign trade, such as Wayne Enterprises. I attended the parties, the galas, standing around in my designer gowns while my moms handed out their business cards and talked about imports. They weren’t neglectful, just distracted.

“I don’t know if you remember-“

“I do.”

And if I had a dollar for every time the cops or the shrink asked me if I remembered that night, I’d buy my own manor.

Bruce Wayne was at my birth. He and my mothers had been business partners for a while by that time. He watched me, dutifully, when my parents went on date nights, and played catch with me when I accompanied him and Dick to the park. He cooked me breakfast the morning after my mothers died.

I knew it wasn’t a random killing, but he didn’t talk about why they were murdered in their own bed until I was fifteen. By then, I was knowledgeable enough to go searching through the police reports on my own. So instead, one night he’d sat me down at the kitchen table, looking at me earnestly.

“You have to understand, Y/N. Your mothers were...” He’d taken a deep breath. Tried again. “They were involved in things. Things I didn’t know about. It made them a lot of enemies.” Then, something harder passed his features. A frustration.

“They were completely blind to the fact that it meant you would never have a normal life. Not as long as they kept it up- that... double life.” I let the statement hang in the air for a time. “That was stolen from you, from the moment they got involved with the Baciu. And I’m sorry.”

It was easy to be sorry. I was sorry, too. My mothers got themselves tangled in Gotham’s heroin trade, and they weren’t careful enough, so they died for it. It was fairly cut and dry. Open file, close case. But the part that was so bitter to swallow was that it happened to me. A fourteen-year-old child creeping into my mothers’ bed because I’d heard a noise, and the re-runs of Ghost Hunter I’d religiously consumed were conjuring movement in the shadows. But there were no ghosts. Just sheets stained with blood that looked black in the darkness. Just the wet, clogged sort of sound when I peeled back the covers, unable to register they way my mothers were bent, and stilled in a way that only death can induce, where just earlier that night they’d been walking and talking. Bringing me Chinese take-out for dinner.

Their death, and everything that followed was emptying. Cracking open a great chasm and bringing death home, into the halls, and into my room. No longer a rumor. It was an empty chair, and a storied space made cold and worthless. It would’ve been easier if they had simply died as a random killing. Tragic, standard, random Gotham City killing. If I had just been that unlucky. If they’d only been struck by lightning. Instead, I grieved twice; once for who they were, and another time, for who I thought they were.

When Bruce adopted me, I became Batgirl. I made it my own vendetta to stop criminals without killing them, because I knew that some- most of them had children at home who would be the real victims if I did.

But then, I thought deeper. More considerately, about who my mothers were. Moreover, who they weren’t. Pearl and gold, white teeth and hairspray. Singing to me, and playing Monopoly, at which they were both so competitive that they had to kiss and make up after every game. Bringing me a strawberry cupcake in bed every year on my birthday. Kissing me on the head. Telling me to be good. Leaving me in that big house. Going off to Port Adams, or Crime Alley. Signing orders. Putting bodies in Finger River.

Nobody’s innocent here, dollface.

“They trusted me.” Bruce’s voice interrupted my reminiscing with the ghosts of my past. “I know their death was hard, and you may still be recovering. I’m trying to do the best I can for you.” He finished. For all the gnashing teeth and avaricious expanses of Gotham City secrets, he looked tired.

“I know, Bruce.” I said quietly. “Me too.”

The following Tuesday, I got home from school and started on a mountain of homework I needed to do- some make up work as well. Christmas break was around the corner, and I was slowly losing motivation as the semester drew to a close. I had too many distractions; and tonight was no exception.

Ding.

My phone buzzed, and I looked down, eyebrows raising to find that it was a text from Jason- one that wasn’t just a pin dropped to a location.

Meet me at Twin Sharks. I’ll buy you a coffee.

- What’s the occasion?

No reply. I sighed. I should’ve called him and made him tell me, but I knew that I would go no matter what, so I decided to play the apathy card. Despite my cool response, my heart (the traitor) was fluttering like a bird. Was this about the kiss? Our partnership? Was it an actual, regular date? Or was he breaking it off? My mind raced, and as I pulled together a tasteful outfit and sprayed myself with perfume, I promised myself that it wasn’t for him.

The Twin Sharks was a diner in Upper West Side, near China town. It was nicer than the likes of Sherman’s, or anything else East End had to offer. The late afternoon was unexpectedly bright, clouds parted for a sweet reprieve of gold and blush in the sky. The sun was a striking blood-orange, hung low over the city. It struck a match in my chest- some childish, poetic hopefulness.

The diner’s door jingled, and I scanned the booths and tables. It was a little crowded, but I spotted Jason alone in a booth, his eyes cast down, involved with his phone. I made my way over to him, slipping off my coat and plopping down his opposite.

“Hey.” I said. His eyes fell upon me, and I saw something on his face- maybe surprise, or something to that effect- before he composed his expression into something unreadable.

“Hey.”

The diner had a big, hot pink neon sign that depicted a matching pair of sharks above the counter. Its buzzing glow mixed with the orange gleam of the lowering sun through the windows- it was all very rose-colored.

The waitress put a coffee in front of me, and I got to work on adorning it with the little cream and sugar packets on the table. He watched me do it for while.

“What?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

“Nothin’.” He said. Then, he reached across the table, and took my hand, pulling it back to him, and pressed a soft kiss to my knuckles. I was so startled by it that I dropped the sugar packet I was holding. Neither of us seemed to notice. He turned my hand over and placed another kiss in the inside of my wrist before returning it safely to my side of the table. I was certain my face burned like the neon sharks.

“I’m- um- is this a date?” I asked, trying to get him to say something- anything- to get my mind off the way he’d just reduced me to a puddle.

He looked amused by that. “You want it to be?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged, stirring my coffee. “You invited me.”

He nodded, eyes falling away. “Yeah. I’ve got an update for you. D’amici business.”

“Oh.” By the look on his face, it wasn’t good news.

“You’re not gonna like it.”

“Perfect. My day’s been a little too good so far.” I said. He slid me his phone- on the screen was an article from the Gotham Quarterly.

Young Bride Found Murdered in Diamond District Estate

I read over it a couple times, brow furrowing. “You mean...“

“Penelope. It happened last night.”

“Shit.” I muttered, scrolling down and scanning through the article. My throat caught as I read over it. She was shot in her bed. “It says there’s no suspects.”

“Course it does. It’s the mafia. They handle things nice and quiet.”

“And I’m guessing you have a few a suspects.” He nodded grimly as I slid his phone back to him.

“One better. I know exactly who did it. I think you do, too.”

I put my head in my hands, mulling over my options. Really there was only one. Penelope’s beautiful, flustered face and apologetic eyes flashed through my mind. Her wind-chime laugh as we ate scones under the watchful eye of her adoring, peculiar grandmother.

“Okay.” I resolved. “Let’s get that girl justice.”

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crayonwriting · 4 years ago

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Night Changes (Bokuto Koutarou)

- night changes masterlist

“Hey, hey, hey! We made it!” Bokuto pumped both of his fists in the air out of excitement. You giggled at his antics, running after him.

"Bo-kun, we better fall in line or else we won't be able to get inside." You pulled on the bottom of his shirt. He chuckled lightly before slinging his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

"Let's take a photo Y/N-chan! I wanna savour our first trip to Disneyland!" He smiled wide as he extended his arm with his phone in his hand. You held on to his waist and struck a silly expression towards the camera. Bokuto then placed a kiss on your cheek, clicking the shutter button simultaneously. You blushed furiously and tried to calm yourself down.

"You're so cute, you know that right?" Bokuto gently squeezed your cheeks in one hand and he leaned down to kiss your puckered lips.

"Koutarou!" You smacked his shoulder lightly. "You're being very affectionate today." You smiled.

"What can I say? Wherever you are, I’m in the happiest place in the world."

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That's it. You have concluded that a day at Tokyo Disneyland with Bokuto, specifically, is one damn workout. A high-intensity workout.

Even before dating Bokuto, you knew how hyperactive he was by default. You didn’t think it was possible for someone to have various levels of hyperactivity! He was like this giant ball of electricity just waiting to strike.

But, you wouldn't have him any other way.

"Only one more bottle…," he mumbled. He held the small ball in a clenched fist and blew on it for luck. He glanced at you, giving you a wink. In an instant, he threw the ball precisely and the bottle came tumbling off the shelf.

"We have a winner!" The employee manning the booth had said. He had asked Bokuto what prize he wanted. Bokuto pointed to the small octopus stuffed toy which the employee handed over to him.

"For you, babe!"

"Kou!" You gushed. "Thank you." You tilted your LGM hat—which Bokuto bought at the souvenir shop for you earlier—just so you could kiss him directly. Bokuto hummed in satisfaction, and he swore he just keeps falling in love with you every minute.

"Wanna grab some lunch?" You asked and Bokuto agreed, with a quick rumble from his tummy.

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After eating, you and Bokuto decided to lay low for a bit. You went around the whole theme park taking photos of the sites and posing with various characters, playing more games and eating snacks as well.

It was getting close to the afternoon. Both of you were sat on a bench, just people-watching. Bokuto, feeling well-rested already, jumped up and beamed at you

“Alright! The day is almost over, so let’s make the most of it!” He grabbed the worn map of the park they gave you at the entrance and scanned it quickly for a nearby ride. “Here’s a good one! Alice’s Tea Party!”

“Isn’t that where you spin excessively?” You asked.

“Yep!” He took your hand and pulled you towards the direction of the ride.

“But, what if I get dizzy?” You scratched your face as you let him pull you along.

“No, you won’t. I’ll take care of you.”

You fell in line and watched the ride go round and round. As you got closer and closer, you started to feel excited, matching Bokuto’s energy.

“Hats off, ma’am.” The employee pointed to your hat. “We wouldn’t want it to fly away.” You nodded and took it off, holding it tightly in your hand. When the employee let you through, Bokuto immediately pulled you to a blue teacup. You settled in as you waited for the others.

“Don’t spin it too fast, Bo.” You warned. He already held onto the small wheel in the middle with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Bokuto laughed loudly.

“Better hold on tight, babe.” He winked at you. Just as he said that the bell rang loud, signaling the start of the ride. Your boyfriend didn’t hesitate to pull on the wheel, making the teacup you were in spin wildly. You closed your eyes but you were laughing and holding on tight to the sides.

Bokuto was practically howling in joy as he changed the rotation from left to right. Eventually, you joined in spinning the teacup, helping Bokuto push on the wheel as the cup spun faster and faster.

The feeling was exhilarating! You could’ve sworn that you were flying. Just as the ride slowed down did you notice that Bokuto was suddenly quiet. His hair was all droopy so you know that something was wrong.

“Bo?” He didn’t respond. He had a distant look on his face and you saw that he was slightly sweating. You both got out of the ride, all the while keeping an eye on him. When you were outside, you stood by one of the railings.

You got a good look of his face and you knew that he was going to be sick. You pulled him to a nearby trash bin, where he could hurl his guts out if needed.

"Kou, are you okay?" You placed a hand on his back, rubbing it comfortingly. Bokuto was doubled over, clutching at his stomach. "Do you need to sit down? Something to drink, maybe?"

"Y/N-chan…," he whispered. His eyes grew wide and, in a flash, he slapped a hand on his mouth. He gulped down hard, trying his best not to gag and vomit. He had underestimated the ride and was now facing the consequences.

Bokuto felt clammy all of a sudden. He felt the bile rise up at the back of his throat and he did his best to gulp it back down. He didn’t succeed though. Out of instinct, he grabbed onto the closest thing he knew he can hurl on—in this case, it was your hat.

“Kou, wait—!” Your warning was already late as Bokuto vomited in your hat. His body wretched and awful sounds came out of his mouth. You immediately pulled out a towel from your day bag—which also had extra clothes for the rides you got wet on—and wiped the sweat away from his forehead.

He glanced at you with a bit of vomit still hanging on the edge of his mouth. You gave him a disgusted look but wiped it clean nonetheless. He pouted and he almost looked like he was about to cry.

“Y?N-chan...I’m so sorry.” He mumbled. “I didn’t think I’d get dizzy and now,” he glanced at your ruined hat, “Your hat...It’s—”

“Nevermind that, Kou.” You looked away. “Please throw the hat away. It’s starting to smell.” You almost gagged. Bokuto did as he was told. You handed him a towel so that he could wipe his hands clean. You gave him a worried look, brushing away the hair that stuck to his forehead.

“Do you feel better? I got some extra water here from our lunch earlier.” You handed him the bottle which he took gratefully. You pulled on his arm and directed him to a nearby bench. Bokuto followed you like a child. When you sat down, he couldn’t look at you.

“Oh c’mon, Kou. Forget about the hat. We could always buy a new one.”

“But...you loved that hat. That’s why I bought it. And I ruined it. With my puke.”

You scrunched your nose, momentarily disgusted by the memory. “I loved the hat, sure. But I love you more, so.” You shrugged. Holding his face in your hand and pointing it towards you, you asked, “Are you okay right now? We could just rest and wait for the fireworks.”

Bokuto’s lips trembled. He cried out loud and engulfed you in a big hug.

“Y/N!!! I love you so much!! Even though I embarrassed myself, you cared for me! I don’t deserve you!” He squeezed you tight, almost suffocating you. You did your best to hug him back. Just as you buried your head into his shoulder, you tried to push him back.

“Please change your shirt, Kou! I think some of it got on your shirt.”

#b writes #night changes #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto imagine #bokuto koutaro #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto koutaro imagine #koutaro bokuto #koutaro bokuto x reader #koutaro bokuto imagine #fukurodani #fukurodani imagine

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muilkyu · 5 years ago

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Treasure's Types of Dates

🐷 Hyunsuk

"This would look so good with the new shoes I got last week." Hyunsuk gushes while picking up a pair of shades.

"Hyunsuk, that's amazing, but my feet hurt now. Can we leave now?" You whine.

"Just one more store babe. I saw this dress the other night that would look adorable on you," he says. Then he walks away, spotting a different pair of shades that he just needs.

Thrifting dates are a must for both of you

You both drag each other to underground fashion shows when you can

If you are staying home you decide to have a runway date with both of you just playing around with different types of styles

For lazy nights it's just face masks and a Netflix movie party

🐼 Jihoon

"Tilt your head to the left!" Jihoon yells from across the field of wildflowers he's crouched down eyes squinted holding his camera trying to get a good picture, "Extend your foot. A little more! Okay perfect!"

The sky is a beautiful orange shade that compliments the wildflowers and your sundress. Jihoon was right about this being the perfect place for a photo.

"Okay. You look gorgeous. Come look," He says again. You make your way over to him looking at the photo. He really does have a talent for photography. "These are my best ones yet. I don't know if it's the sun or the model I should be staring at more."

Jihoon likes to visit places where you can get a pretty picture

He finds the best cafes for dates. Even though he wants a picture before you can eat which can take forever

You often travel outside of Seoul to see even more of Korea

You got to Busan often for your dates just spending a day walking around and enjoying the city

🐯 Yoshi

"If you fall I will catch you."

"I trust you, but I also can't take the chance of that happening," You say placing a foot on the skateboard. It's staying still for right now, but any second it also could move forward, "Just hold my hands and guide me."

Yoshi was 100% determined to teach you how to skate. Even though you told him you had no interest in skating. When he told you he wanted to teach you his face lit up so you agreed.

The type that wants to share his hobbies with you so that's usually your date idea

Yoshi likes to make you laugh on dates

You don't do too many dates at home unless you are playing a game or something

Sometimes you spend time helping him make art which leads to a big mess and paint staining both your cheeks and clothes

🐨 Junkyu

"We have been here before," you point out as Junkyu lays out a blanket on the grass.

"I know, but it gets even prettier every time we come back." He says laying down on the blanket.

"Don't you think we should go somewhere else next time? We have been to the Bank river on just about half of our dates."

Junkyu shakes his head patting the blanket, "Nope. Now let's lay down and watch the clouds."

Not the best at planning dates at all

You can tell he tries however so you let it slide

Dates are usually more relaxed than exciting

When you want to have full-on fun he makes you do something 'crazy' aka roller coasters

🐹 Mashiho

"Bend your elbow a bit more so you can aim properly," Mashiho says pushing your wrist back.

"I won't make it either way."

Mashiho smiles, "Exactly why you have me as a teacher. Now bend your knees and shoot."

You do as he says. You watch as the ball hits the back of the rim and then slowly falls into the basket.

"You did it! I told you I was a great teacher."

Dates with Mashiho are always playful

You end up either playing a game outside or shopping for cute toys and plushies around Seoul

You pick up hobbies together that interest you both

You rarely go out to eat or order food for dates, but when you are getting food you stop at a bakery for sweets

🦁 Jaehyuk

"We will take whatever the chef recommends," Jaehyuk tells the Waiter. He's decided to bring you to a very fancy restaurant, definitely one that you don't deserve to be at, but he insisted.

"This is all so amazing Jae." You say looking around. You're sitting right next to the window which allows you to look out into the Seoul nightlife.

"I know right. I've always wanted to eat here and now I can with you it makes it all that more special."

Fancy dates. At nice restaurants and cafes.

He likes to pamper you when you go out together so he doesn't hold back

All of the money he has saved up goes towards making you happy

A true romantic at heart he loves to spoil you and make you feel loved

🤖 Asahi

"Which color should I use for the flowers?" You ask digging through the pencil bag of markers.

"Why are you adding flowers on my self-portrait?" Ashai questions. He's still sketching he's very focused on his drawing.

"I know, but I went above and beyond and gave you a background. I should get extra points."

He chuckles at that remark, "I'm highly doubtful you can beat me, but you should do pink."

Homeboy dates

You end up trying to cook homemade pizza which turns out horribly so you just order in

One time he built a fort and you snuggled inside with a movie marathon and hot chocolate

🦊 Yedam

"We should get green tea and a banana nut muffin," Yedam suggests as he looks over the menu. You're at your favorite cafe that's just down the street from your dorm. Yedam suggested you have a study date today which is exactly what you agreed on.

"I want a muffin, but order a different drink. I'm not in the mood for tea."

"Okay," he circles the option on the menu and sets it aside. A worker will walk past soon and pick it up. He unzips his bookbag pulling out a binder and a workbook ready to work, "What are you going to study?"

"I think I am going to start on my Language Arts report. I just need to decide on a topic." You say pulling your laptop out from your tote bag.

Yedam smiles, "I can help you with that."

Study dates happen often because grades are important to you both

Sometimes you end up at a Karaoke bar because you would be a fool to not love his voice

You walk around in parks often just looking at the scenery and enjoying nature

🐰 Doyoung

"Are you sure you should be adding so much salt?"

"I'm only adding a little bit. Trust me It Will taste amazing." Doyoung smiles.

"After your strawberry jam disaster, I don't think I should trust you." You say looking down into the pot at the bright red liquid boiling.

Shrugging off the comment Doyoung reaches for the sesame oil adding a teaspoon, "It will taste fine. Now can you please set the table?" He pushes you towards the table so you leave him to his work.

Doyoung is a wildcard for dates

At times he will bring you to a restaurant for a nice dinner

At other times he will insist on cooking something

Sometimes he finds really weird places for dates such as going to a token food market or he books a ceramics class

One time he tries to teach you a dance one can only imagine how that went

🐏 Haruto

"So what do you have planned for me today?" You ask pulling off your crossbody bag hanging it on your chair.

"I was thinking we should watch a horror movie." He says.

You laugh, "No seriously what are we gonna do?"

"I am serious we should watch a foreign film together and eat popcorn."

"Are you sure this is a good idea? The last time we watched one you wanted to be the knight in shining armor, but I had to walk you home." You point out recalling the memory from a few months ago.

"I promise I can handle it. Let's pop some popcorn."

Spoiler Alert: You only made it 15 minutes into the movie before you had to turn it off. You ended up watching Wreck-It Ralph instead.

Haruto doesn't really plan for dates be just goes with the flow

Most nights you just enjoy the presence of each other talking for hours

Haruto seems quiet but when he is comfortable he loves to sit and talk with the people around him

🐺 Jeongwoo

"Why did you tell me to wear pants?" You ask as you meet Jeongwoo.

He just smiles, "With what I have planned you'll be happy you wore pants."

"You're not going to win!" You shout while running after Jeongwoo. He's decided to bring you to an indoor jumping park. The floor is filled with trampolines and there are sections for different games.

He has a head start already making it to the jumping area, "Hurry up. I want to beat you in dodgeball."

Jeongwoo has a lot of energy so most of the time he has you moving around when you meet to go out.

Sometimes you're screaming your lungs out on a roller coaster other times you're racing him just to see who will win

When you want to just stay home your still moving around either just singing and dancing till you can't anymore or eating ice cream and watching YouTube

🐮 Junghwan

"There is a zombie behind you!" Junghwan shouts. He's right next to you, but he still feels the need to shout.

"Kill it more me I'm still smelting the iron!"

He shakes his head, "No you do it I have to go look for more diamond."

"Wow, you're not gonna protect me from a zombie. I'm gonna take all the diamonds and leave you then." You say turning your character around to kill the zombie.

"I was just kidding. I'll kill any monster that tries to hurt you."

Video Game dates at home

You both enjoy taking each other down or working together to meet a goal in a game

When your not gaming for a date you just walk around Seoul till you find something fun

Him being from Iksan he's only really looked at bits and pieces so you just walk to you find interesting shops and stores

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed!

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kpoptart216 · 5 years ago

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Can’t Do This Anymore

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst with a hint of fluff if you squint.

Summary: You both notice your relationship falling apart, the love fading. The only difference between you two is that you actually tried.

A/N: This is a oneshot based on a request from anon. Please don’t send more requests to me, I just wanted to do one to get my motivation and inspiration back. This oneshot felt too real for me.

What makes a relationship last? Make a relationship the relationship? Was it not as simple as forming a strong bond with your partner, choosing them every time, committing to them?

If only that was enough.

They say someone in a relationship will always love more than the other person, and for all the relationships in your life, you were that person. You gave 110% to everyone in your life, and maybe that’s where you failed.

When you first started dating Yoongi, it finally felt like you found someone who was meant for you. Someone who adored you and treated you the way you knew you deserved. Someone who put in just as much as effort as you did.

You met him when you got hired as BTS’ new choreographer. You worked extensively with the boys and thats when the love between you and Yoongi had bloomed.

The first 6 or so months were amazing. Despite the both of you having busy schedules, you both made the time for each other and constantly talked over text or phone calls. You both knew everything about each other and the whole time you felt like you were on cloud nine.

But when did things start to change? Maybe you only noticed when it was too late. Maybe you both got too comfortable? Or was it just him?

The time you spent together became less and less, the texts and phone calls became less meaningful, and the affection just seemed...forced on his part. You now just felt like you were an obligation for him.

But you were anything but a quitter and your relationship with him meant too much for you to just give up on. So you swallowed your pride and you put in the effort for him.

You gave it your all, and he seemed to just absorb that and take it for granted. You scheduled your time together, you cooked for him, you were his emotional tampon, his friend, his lover, and everything in between.

But you gave so much of yourself away that you failed to see that you didn’t get any fulfillment in return.

At one point, you felt like friends with benefits at best, but you still loved him. And he surely felt the same right? Because you gave it you all.

But sometimes, even that isn’t enough.

One day, you again made plans to hang out. You hadn’t seen him a while and he had to cancel the last few times you made plans since he had something come up, though he didn’t really explain what.

You had dressed up and got all excited as you drove over to his place. You knocked on the door, and you could hear Yeontan barking on the other end of the door, which immediately put a smile on your face.

Yoongi opened the door with a small smile, and you noticed that the dorm seemed rather empty but you didn’t think much of it and went straight to Yoongi’s room. Yoongi sat on his bed as you played with Yeontan for a bit before also sitting down on the bed.

And that’s when he said it.

“I’ve been doing some thinking and I think we should break up”

You just looked at him in shock.

“W-what? w...why?” you asked.

“I think right now, I really just need to focus on my career. I feel like I don’t really have time for anything else. I barely even get to see my friends and I just don’t want us to resent each other in the future. I can’t give you what you want, Y/n” he said.

“Have I ever come in the way of your job? Or your future?” you asked, sadly.

“No, no Y/n don’t think that. This is all on me, ok? This has nothing to do with you” he says calmly. “I hate that I’m doing this to you”

“Then why are you doing it? Why are you breaking up before things even get bad?” you ask.

“I just have a gut feeling, Y/n. And I want us to keep each other in our lives. I hope we can be friends, I hope that we can still share our accomplishments, I’d hate to hear about you from someone else other than you” he says.

You spent the two hours trying to reason with him, but if there’s one thing you can’t be in a break-up, it’s logical.

He had made up his mind. He mentioned he also didn’t believe in people getting back together, so this was it. This was the end.

“Sometimes, I think I’m just meant to be alone. I feel like I’m hardwired to be alone. And I’m a piece of shit and I truly hope you find better” he says. “I know you’re strong, and confident, and resilient. You’re an amazing person, and I hope you find someone better tan me” he says, as you stood to leave, teary eyed. “I understand if you hate me. If you want to yell and scream at me go ahead” he says, getting ready to face you.

“I could never hate you. You may think that you deserve to be alone, but I hope you find that someone Yoongi. The person you can depend on and love, you deserve the world. I don’t hate you” you say again. “I want to be friends, but not right now. I need time apart. Goodbye Yoongi”

You opened the door, only to find the rest of the members in the living room. You hadn’t noticed when they came back, and they all greeted you cheerfully as they saw you emerge from the room, only to be quiet when they noticed your teary and red eyes. They stayed quiet as they watched you leave, the only sound in the dorm was Yeontan whining when you didn’t pay him any attention and just left.

“Hyung, what happened? Is everything ok?” Jimin asked.

“We broke up” Yoongi says, bluntly. No emotion on his face.

“WHAT?” some of the boys say in unison.

Yoongi doesn’t explain as he retreats back into his room.

The following week after the break-up was hell. You cried everyday and cried yourself to sleep. You didn’t have an appetite what so ever and your heart just felt so heavy, starting the second you woke up. You felt, empty.

It took you passing out during the middle of dance practice that you finally had enough of your own pity party. Your coworker had taken you to see the doctor and your doctor had mentioned how concerned he was with the lack of sleep in food.

From that day on, you decided that you were going to put yourself first. For the first time in a long time, you put yourself up on a pedestal instead of someone or something else.

You started to eat better, exercise more, meet more friends, and just simply do all the things you loved doing. You were slowly getting back on your feet.

It didn’t really help that you worked together with your now ex, but fortunately you were just working on new choreo and didn’t have to interact with the boys for another few weeks. As far as you have come in the weeks following the doctors visit, you simply weren’t ready to face Yoongi again.

Yoongi on the other hand felt a little free after the breakup. The boys had grilled him about it and he finally told them why he broke up with you, and he could see the disappointment in their eyes. They were all fond of you, and they all thought you were the one for him.

At first, he felt a weight off of his shoulder. He no longer had the burden of a relationship. He didn’t want to keep you waiting and have you resent him in the future and he found some comfort knowing you still wanted to be friends.

But as each day passed, he felt that become more and more uncertain.

It had now been over a month since the break-up and you hadn’t reached out to him. He didn’t see you at BigHit anymore, and he was itching to see you, which was ironic since he couldn’t even be bothered to make plans when he still had you.

He wasn’t active on social media and though he followed you on various platforms, he didn’t want you to know that he was still following up on you, though he was dying to know what you had posted on your story.

The boys still kept in touch with you and they’d mention your name around the dorm sometimes, but Yoongi just pretended like he didn’t care. His friends had joked before that you were too good for him, and now those words sometimes haunted him at night,

One day at the studio, Yoongi drowned in own thoughts. He thought he was getting over you, but his thoughts just naturally wondered over to you. How were you doing? Were you eating, sleeping properly? Did you move on?

He reached for his phone and pulled up your contact. Should he call you? what was he going to say anyways? A tear slipped past his eyes without even him realizing.

It was then he realized he fucked up. He gave up on some one truly fucking amazing. He missed you, and he wanted you back. No, he needed you back.

It was another few weeks before he saw you though. You had actually texted him first. when he saw your notification on his phone, his eyes almost popped out of his head, and he felt his heart race for the first time in over a month.

“I just a little kitten by my apartment like the one we fostered a year ago! It made me think of you. Hope you’ve been well, Yoongi!” your text read cheerfully. It immediately put a smile on his face, and one that wasn’t forced like all the ones he put on for over a month.

He had sent you a reply, and just like when you both first started talking you both had spent hours talking after.

It just came naturally, and Yoongi just felt happy.

He then asked if you could meet him for some bubble tea the following day for which you agreed.

You both then spent hours talking and walking around the small park near your apartment after getting boba. He hadn’t felt this light and happy in so long, and it warmed his heart. Not to mention, you looked amazing. You had that “post break-up glow up”. Yoongi had a hard time looking away from you.

“I should probably get going, I have some work I need to get done” you say, glancing at your watch. “It was nice seeing you again, Yoongi. Good Night!” You smiled as you turned but you felt him grab your arm and turn you around.

He pulled you into a hug.

“I’m so sorry. For what I did, to you. To us” he said.

“Yoongi...” you started.

“I missed you. I miss you still. I miss the way you call me Yoongs. Do you have any idea how many times I had to stop myself from calling you? I thought I made the right decision at the time, but I’m not so sure anymore, Y/n”

“What are you trying to say, Yoongi?” you asked, confused.

“Give us a second chance”

A/N: this one hit kinda close to home. I’m sorry, this is kinda trash LOL but It feels good to write again. Hope you look forward to the other parts of my series!

#bts scenarios #bts fanfic #yoongi angst #bts imagines #bts reactions #min yoongi #suga #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios #kpop angst #kpop fluff #bts angst #bts fluff

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agatharionicky · 4 years ago

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The Best of Me Belongs To You

Chapter: One of One

Summary: The four times Nyssa saw Sara and the one time she greeted her.

Fandom: Arrow, Legends of Tomorrow.

Relationship: Nyssa al Ghul/Sara Lance, Sara Lance/Ava Sharpe (Mentioned), Roy Harper/Thea Queen.

Characters: Nyssa al Ghul, Sara Lance, Ava Sharpe, Thea Queen, Roy Harper

Rating: General Audiences.

Additional Tags: Fall Aesthetics, Angst, Unhappy Ending, WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL.

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(This is an old fic I’m reposting but it fits with the fall vibes.)

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Nyssa walks down the aisle in search of a new tea kettle. The old one had collected rust after spending the majority of its time on the stove holding tea she would never drink. Somehow she ended up in the home décor section and her boots click on the floor as she carries her basket in the crook of her arm.

There was a swish and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she felt the air brush past her, moved apart by the knife that flies through it. Nyssa hears it land and looks to see to it embedded in a cutting board on the next aisle over.

“What have I told you about playing with merchandise?” A harsh male voice criticizes the thrower.

Nyssa looks to see Sara turn towards the store manager with a disgruntled look. Sara wears jeans and a store issue shirt with her long blond hair swaying around her shoulders. She looks good, although she doesn’t look happy.

There’s a pain in Nyssa’s heart, one that is as familiar to her as breathing. The manager says something and Nyssa can see the murderous glare in Sara's eyes and she wonders if the effects of the pit still torture Sara. Nyssa stands there, frozen in time as she watches Sara scowl at her manager before being called away by another customer.

She wants to go to Sara, but a little voice inside tells her that Sara may not be happy to see her. Especially, if her soul is plagued by the Pit's desires. The event that Nyssa begged to stop, and the guilt she still cares for the part she played her Beloved's tortured soul.

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Nyssa had just finished her latest novel and in a fit of rage had gone back to the library in the midst of a rainstorm just to return the book. The novel, although praised by critics, had a cathartic tone that had not been well played by the author. Leading her to be disappointed and yearning for a more satisfying story. Now, she roams the shelves in an attempt to find something else to satisfy her.

The peace and warmth of the old building, along with the browned tones had calmed her as the smell of old books surrounded her senses. As she picks up an ancient novel she caught a flash of blonde hair in between the crack in the shelf that sent her heart into her throat.

Nyssa walks to the end of the aisle and peeks around the corner. Sara sat at one of the oak tables mulling over several books and papers. There were a number of tables set up in the library for students and others to sit at, but they were all empty save for the one Sara was using.

Nyssa could see the many papers Sara had spread out and the various books she had stacked around her. She was deep in her studies and writing in her notebook, a look of concentration on her features. One Nyssa had seen many nights before as she taught Sara her language and as they studied other League related things.

However, these were not subjects Nyssa had studied before. The stack of books next to Sara were about aerospace engineering and flight as well as astronomy and history. Curiosity got the best of her as she considers approaching Sara and inquiring about the reason for her study.

Once again that little thought intrudes into her mind, saying that Sara was better off without the pain Nyssa brought to her life. Every time Nyssa had entered Sara’s life it had ended in only heartbreak for both of them, but this time they were free of the service to the League and expectations of others. Perhaps this time it could be different.

She contemplated her position and almost lost herself when she caught Sara's blonde hair flicks over her shoulder. Sara whips around in an attempt to catch her. Nyssa quickly sidesteps behind the shelf as she hears Sara get up and race towards the aisle, but by the time she reaches it, Nyssa is long gone.

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This time she had drawn the short straw, literally. Thea had held them both between her fingers in an attempt to settle the argument of who should venture out into the cold fall weather for takeout. A welcome change from their usual dinner of boxed meals. She goes up to the podium at the restaurant and gives the manager the fake to name placed under their order.

The lowlights and red decor mirror the fall evening outside the windows. Nyssa looks around for a place to sit and wait when a short brunet woman brushes past her. She pulls along a tall man with a sunny smile whom she vaguely recognizes as he mutters an apology. Her eyes follow the happy couple as they go to their table. A party full of several other people takes up the center of the restaurant, but Nyssa easily picks out Sara’s face in the crowd. She’s smiling at them as they greet her and sit down across from her.

There is an empty seat next to Sara and Nyssa thinks about how easily she could fill it, but would Sara even want her there? There’s a familiar ache and her heart as if it was tearing open a deep longing. Nyssa watches the party as they laugh and talk, sipping red wine and eating the bread on the tables as they wait for their food.

A clap of thunder catches her attention as it rumbles through the air. The party doesn’t notice, they continue on with their merry dinner. The manager calls her name and hands over the bag of hot food and Nyssa can see the steam come up through the paper boxes. She takes one last look at the group and at Sara's beautiful smile. It’s a genuine smile and true happiness radiates from her.

Nyssa can’t ruin that, she thinks. Sara deserves happiness more than she does. She turns away and walks out the door of the restaurant into the wet, cold streets of the city, layers with golden leaves.

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Nyssa happens upon it, walking around the corner in the park towards the fountain. She sees the couple straight ahead of her. She had been out taking a walk to cool her head. It seems that sharing an apartment with two all but teenagers still slaves to their hormones had taken its toll on her sanity. Nyssa ran out of the apartment they had been staying in after Thea and Roy and started kissing, grabbing only a coat and her gray hat.

The couple is locked in a kiss. Sara is leaning up on her toes as the other blonde’s ducks down to reach her lips. Sara’s got a grip on the other woman's gray jacket collar, holding onto her to keep herself steady. She used to do that to Nyssa, she used to run her fingers along her label and cling to it with a death grip. Nyssa touches her collarbone as if she can still feel Sara's hands there.

Her first thought is that it should be her. It should be her kissing Sara. It should be her ducking down to reach Sara’s lips, but it’s not and Nyssa can barely stand to see it. She thinks she should feel jealous, but instead, she just feels a longing for her beautiful yellow bird.

Sara pulls away with a smile across her face, mirroring the one on the woman’s face in front of her and dropping back down onto her heels. Sara straightens the other woman’s shirt as she pulls Sara in closer to her. She whispers something in Sara's ear that makes her laugh, the sound echoing through the park.

It was that beautiful sound that sent Nyssa falling in love with her all over again. Sara’s laughter pulls at her heart, but it wasn’t meant for her. She knows now if Sara were to look over and catch her, she would see the pain on Nyssa’s face. She steps back once, then twice, till she turns and runs in the other direction. Now Nyssa only feels jealousy in her heart.

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“I don’t want to go,” Nyssa insists.

“Oh come on you’ll have lots of fun,” Thea said, as she put the finishing touches on her makeup. “It’s for Felicity, remember. It’s her first Hanukkah without Oliver and I want to be there.”

The idea of spending the entire night enjoying Felicity's and everyone else's company without having to see Oliver entices her very much so. Despite how the thought of potentially running into Sara overwhelms her senses.

“What are you gonna do Nyssa? Celebrate Hanukkah all by yourself in this crappy apartment?” Roy asks, knowing she would attend just to spit him. They have a very good relationship although, it was more teasing than anything, he was the little brother she never had.

She was also looking forward to having the night off and being around others her own age. Thea and Roy were wonderful, but despite their shared agenda, they were both at different stages in their lives.

"Alright," she agrees.

“Hey,” Felicity greets them with an eager smile and a warm hug and she ushers them into her home.

There was a fire going in the hearth and blue and white decorations adorn the brick walls. Felicity and Thea quickly got swept into a conversation as Nyssa hung back admiring the apartment. She wanders around towards the kitchen and before she catches Sara’s familiar warm smile. She’s wrapped around the arm of the blonde Nyssa saw at the park. She turns to walk away from them, but before she can take a step Sara recognizes her.

“Nyssa.” Sara calls out, her name sweet on Sara's lips.

“Hello, Sara,” she said trying to be polite. When she turns around and looks at Sara she sees a kind of softness in her eyes.

“It's good to see you, Felicity mentioned that you were traveling with Thea and Roy to destroy the other Lazarus pits,”

Nyssa nods. “They also told me of your time traveling adventures. It must be exciting.”

There’s a kind of heaviness that sets in the air as they gaze into each other’s eyes. The other blonde that is attached to Sara’s hip looks between the two of them.

“Hello, I’m Ava Sharpe, Sara’s fiancé.”

Before she can introduce herself to Ava, Thea bounds over having heard Ava’s introduction. She squeals at Sara as they embrace each other in an excited hug.

“I heard someone’s engaged,” Thea sang.

“Yeah, Sara show her,” Ava said, holding up Sara’s hand, to display the ring on her finger. It's certainly extravagant with several large diamonds in an intricate display. Something Nyssa knew Sara never wanted. Not in their lifetime at least.

“So Ava, Felicity said that you work for some sort of time agency?”

“Yes, the Time Bureau…” Ava said as she began to explain her work.

Nyssa lets her eyes fall down into left, a silent signal to Sara. Who takes her cue and untangles herself from Ava. They walk towards the pantry and away from the crowd as Nyssa puts her hand on Sara's back, knowing that she would lean into her as Sara caves to Nyssa's touch.

‘I’ve missed you’ or ‘you look good’ are some of the things she expects Sara to say. However, once they're alone in the pantry, Sara turns to lean against the counter across from her.

“I’m so proud of you,” Sara said, her smile is soft and the weight of her words surprises Nyssa. “Standing up to your father and Merlyn, dismantling the League, and destroying the Lazarus Pit. You've ventured out on your own and created your own path in life. It’s everything I could have wanted for you.”

“I was simply doing what was best," Nyssa said, looks down at the floor and away from Sara’s bright eyes, grateful for her approval, but her instincts are always to be modest.

Sara gave a little chuckle and Nyssa wants to wrap up this moment in a bottle. If only so she could keep the feelings and the sound of Sara’s laugh forever.

“And what of you? I have heard of some of your adventures, but none of the details?” Nyssa asks, yearning to hear of Sara's life.

“I’m a time traveler now and the captain to a crew of misfits. Recently we’ve been battling a few demons. Things somehow get messed up a lot, but I like to think we fix things more than we break them.”

Sara seems to shine as she describes her work in Nyssa can see that it is her true calling.

“I’m glad you’re happy with your work and with Ava as well,” Nyssa said, the first part fell naturally off her tongue, but the latter set of words she had to force herself to say.

“Yeah Ava and I are happy,” Sara said, nodding her head eagerly and fiddling with her ring. “Are you happy? Do you have someone? I didn’t see anyone else with you tonight.”

“There is no one else in my life,” Nyssa said, ‘only you’ she thought. “But I am happy, very much so.”

“That’s great,” Sara said nodding, drumming her fingers on her clutch.

“Yes,” Nyssa agrees too quickly.

Every cell in Nyssa’s body screams ‘go to her! Kiss her, pull her into your arms and never let go!' Surely Sara must see the longing on her face and the way Nyssa’s body aches for her.

“There you are,” Ava said walking into the pantry. “Have you two had enough time to get caught up?”

Ava plants herself next to Sara and wraps an arm around her. Ava leans down to give her a kiss, but Sara turns away and resigns Ava to kiss her cheek.

“Yes,” Nyssa said, eager to leave. “I think I’ll go find Felicity and see if she needs any help.”

Then she does something she’s never done before. While walking away Nyssa turns to look back to her. Sara's lips were parted and there was a look of longing in her eyes, one that Nyssa knows all too well. Against her better judgment, she left Sara in the pantry. She knew that Sara will be happy with Ava. Nyssa has seen it and she can find someone else to love. Although, in that moment it seemed she will never truly love anyone else.

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“Why didn’t you tell her how you feel?” Thea asks on the car ride home, questioning her from the passenger set. “You could have swept her off her feet and taken her away.”

“Not everything is a fairytale, little Queen.”

Thea rolls her eyes but continues. “Didn’t you see the way Sara looked at you, she still loves you.”

“She said she was happy and she is engaged to another. I will not go against her word and intervene where I am not wanted.”

“Nyssa, Sara’s lying. Can't you see, she was looking at you all night, she…”

“Thea, enough,” Nyssa said, gripping the steering wheel.

Nyssa studies the road before her and the rain that fell across it. The leaves from fall sit decaying on the roadside as winter sets in. She knows she will never be with Sara. No matter how much she longs for her, no matter how much she is jealous, no matter how happy she knows she and Sara could be.

#Nyssa al Ghul #Sara Lance #Nyssara #Ava Sharpe #Arrow #DC's Legends of Tomorrow #Roy Harper #otp: Beloved #Thea Queen #DC #FanFic: LoT #FanFic: Nyssara #FanFic: Arrow #My FanFics #my writing #my work

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babygirlgalitzine · 5 years ago

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for @mitchellandhighway

or, three times ben said i love you and one time callum heard it

i love you always forever (ao3)

I love you.

Ben had said it a lot, actually. Just, not exactly to Callum’s face. There was an element of vulnerability to it, to say those three words to someone who looked at you as if you had hung the moon and the stars in the sky – and that was a vulnerability that Ben Mitchell, under no circumstances, would show. But he loves Callum, and with that feeling of butterflies and sweetness bubbling over in his stomach, Ben couldn’t help but say those three short yet meaningful words out loud, even if they were to nobody in particular.

The first time he spoke the words aloud, Callum had made Ben a cup of morning tea, alongside his cereal. Ben knew that Callum wasn’t a lover of either tea or coffee, and lived up to his sweet nature by the only hot beverage he enjoyed being hot chocolate. Despite this, ever since they had first gotten together, Callum made sure that Ben’s favourite teabags and coffee sachets were always stocked up in the flat, and it made Ben feel instantly at home. Callum was due at work early that morning, a meeting on the other side of London with another undertakers, yet Callum still gave himself precious time to spend with Ben.

“What did I do to deserve you, eh?” Ben asked from above his mug.

Callum leaned down, put his hand through Ben’s hair, once, twice and then cupped his face, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “Must’ve been an angel in a past life.” Callum responded. “Though I’ll believe that when I see it.”

Ben swatted Callum’s thigh, and then pulled him in a for a hug, wrapping his arms around Callum’s legs, his face pressed to his abdomen as Callum rested his hands at the back of Ben’s neck.

“I’ll see you later tonight, alright?” Callum said, causing Ben to look up at him through his eyelashes.

“Call me when you get there.” Ben said. That was their thing now. Always checking if the other one was safe.

“Always.” Callum confirmed and pressed a kiss to the top of Ben’s hair, smiling into his hair. “Been using my shampoo again?”

Ben hummed in response and watched as Callum picked up his bag and walked out of the flat door. He heard footsteps descend for only a few short moments before he smiled to himself and whispered: “I love you.”

The second time Ben had said those three words to Callum, he was fast asleep.

Callum had the ability to fall asleep wherever he was, even if he did look uncomfortable. Ben was never surprised when he felt Callum’s head lean on his midway through them watching a film, because it had happened that often now.

This time though, they had spent the whole day together, the rain pouring outside, obscuring the view from the window into a mash up of shapes and colours with no recognisable features. They hadn’t changed out of their pyjamas, Ben wrapped up in one of Callum’s hoodies, and Callum’s arms around him. Ben played aimlessly with Callum’s bare thigh, drawing patterns of swirls and hearts and words onto Callum’s skin. Callum would never admit it for fear of ruining the moment, but his heart completely flipped inside him when he felt Ben write ‘Callum Mitchell’ across his skin.

“One more episode?” Callum asked, putting his lips on Ben’s head, inhaling his scent.

Ben smiled up at him and nodded. “Don’t go falling asleep on me though.” He said. “I actually want you in bed tonight.”

Callum grinned and pressed keep watching.

Ben got his wish. Callum had actually managed to stay awake as long as the show went on, and they had both ended up in bed together. The second Callum’s head hit the pillow, he was fast asleep, his mouth slightly ajar, exhaling warm breaths onto Ben’s skin. His hair was fluffy, pressed to his forehead and Ben knew that it would irritate him in the middle of the night, so with his index finger and thumb, he swiped Callum’s hair back, smiling to himself at Callum’s exposed forehead showing a little furrow between his eyebrows.

“You’re beautiful.” Ben whispered, trying to not wake Callum up. He lightly touched Callum’s cheek, and smiled when Callum instinctively leaned into to the touch. “I love you. I’ll be strong enough to tell you that properly, one day.”

Callum was always aware that Ben came as a package deal. He could deal with his family, having been brought up in an equally as chaotic one himself – albeit with significantly less London’s answer to the mafia about them. Callum could handle the Mitchell’s, but the one person he couldn’t handle, was Lexi. The thought of Ben’s little girl terrified him. Not that she was particularly terrifying herself, of course, she was a tiny little girl and Callum was six foot and towering over everyone. But he knew that if Lexi didn’t like him, that would ruin his and Ben’s relationship.

Luckily, it never came to that. Lexi had taken their relationship in her stride, and loved nothing more than waking up in a morning and eating her breakfast with Callum, sitting on his lap whilst the television plays out her favourite show. She started to refer to him as ‘Cal’, and he’d even been given the highest honour of being guest to one of her royal tea parties.

Ben looked on at Callum and Lexi as he picked her up, swinging her around. All three of them had days out together, taking Lexi to different parks, letting her burn off her childish energy by letting her run about on the grass, doing cartwheels and handstands. “Don’t make her sick!” He shouted. “Lo would never forgive us.”

Callum looked back at Ben and grinned, holding his hand out and waiting for Ben to reach him, engulfing his hand, intertwining their fingers together. “Ready to head back?” Callum asked, swinging their connected hands between their bodies, watching Lexi running ahead of them.

“Yeah.” Ben said, resting his head on Callum’s broad shoulder. “Can we get ice cream first?”

Callum smiled. “Suppose I can spare a couple of quid.” He squeezed Ben’s hand and shouted out to Lexi. “Lex! Want some ice cream?”

They barely had to wait for a response, because she stopped what she was doing and started bouncing up and down on the spot, her blonde hair flying all over the place. “Yes please Cal!”

“The princess has spoken.” Callum said softly. “And Lexi.”

Ben’s jaw dropped open in shock, before he laughed in disbelief. “You better start running.”

Callum grinned, pressed a kiss to Ben’s lips and set off running, catching up with Lexi. Ben waited back, his lips tingling from Callum’s touch. He watched as Callum picked Lexi up with ease, placing her on his back. Ben shook his head softly, unable to take his eyes off of the two most important people in his life.

This time, he said it louder. Above a whisper, but nowhere near loud enough for anyone to hear him. “God, I love you so much.”

+ 1

I love you.

It was the early hours when Ben finally admitted it to Callum’s face, the day before his birthday. He’d managed to somehow climb out of bed and find all the presents he’d hidden away, and made a start on wrapping them before Callum had realised that Ben was missing.

I love you.

Ben was deaf. Callum, temporarily blinded with his eyes shut, not wanting to ruin the surprise element of his presents. There was a joke in there, somewhere. “Ain’t nice is it?” Ben asked. “Not knowing what’s going on all the time.”

I love you.

Somehow, Callum’s words always managed to melt Ben. He knew all the right things to say, even if he wasn’t aware of it. “Look, maybe you won’t be like this forever. Hopefully, the operation will work. But you are like this now, Ben. And if your dad don’t want to know, then he don’t deserve you. Because who you are Ben, is amazing. Dealing with all of this is amazing, and you are stronger than him, or Danny, can ever be. And yeah, you are deaf, yeah. And you might always be deaf for the rest of your life, but that is okay. And if your dad can’t be there for that, then I am.”

I love you.

Tears formed in Ben’s eyes at Callum’s words, his bottom lip trembling. In his chest, his heart beat trebled, and Ben was scared that Callum could hear every thump of his heart. Blood rushed to his head, his temples aching, and Ben swore he could hear every word that Callum spoke to him. The thoughts had been swirling around Ben’s brain for months now, and in recent days and weeks he had been thinking of all the ways he could say it. None of his ideas resembled a moment like this, but without connecting his brain to his mouth, the words finally escaped.

“I love you.”

Callum opened his eyes and shared a look at Ben, a look of contentment and love and bewilderment and shock and Callum couldn’t think straight.

Ben had tried to go back on what he said but he couldn’t. Callum reached down and tapped his hand, bringing it back up and pressed fingers to his chest, pointing towards himself. Then both hands pressed to his chest. Then a finger pointed in Ben’s direction. Ben knew what he was saying, of course he did. He’d secretly learned it days ago, and had put it at number three on his list of ways to say those three words to Callum. Ben looked on in shock, despite knowing that Callum loved him. Barely seconds later their lips were interlocked and all Ben’s head was capable of thinking was: I love you and you love me.

#ballum #ben x callum #myfic #prompt

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hqwritings · 5 years ago

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Kuroo, Bokuto, and Tsukkishima Hearing Their Roomate Dump Their Boyfriend

@venuslii requested: Kuroo, Bokuto and Tsukishima walking in on their roommate laughing on their phone and it turns out she broke up with her boyfriend and he posted about him being heartbroken and she says “that’s what you get you stupid b****” lmao headcanons or scenarios idrc

A/N: Eyy, thanks for requesting! I got a little stumped on some parts (*cough*Tsukki*cough*) but I hope you enjoy these! Requests are currently opened, no rules yet other than a maximum of only three characters please!

Kuroo Tetsurou:

-We all know this man loves his juicy gossip (re:when he immediately knew about Mikashou’s breakup) so when he heard you cackling in your room he knew he had to get you to spill the tea. It’s part of why you two get along so well and can stand living with each other: you two are nosey bitches that thrive off of spilling annoying/funny stories about the people in your life. He also gives killer advice that seems to always work for you, so that’s a bonus too.

-Since you two don’t really care about privacy near each other you left your door open and he takes the opportunity to dramatically poke his head in and pose at the doorway like the sexy bastard he is. “What’s so funny Y/N it’s not often that you keep secrets from me~”

-Needless to say he was a little baffled to see you cackling to the straight up breakdown your boyfriend was having over the phone. Kuroo feels an evil little grin coming onto his face. He never liked your boyfriend anyway. He was a bitch that was too easily angered and didn’t know how to keep his cool. Then again he never liked Kuroo either, always thinking he was gonna steal his girl (which Kuroo never bothered correcting him on because it was so fucking funny to him)

-He’s grinning at you and asks “Oh? What’d the bitch do now?” He’s leering over your shoulder as you show him your ex’s Snapchat, filled with sad Bart Simpson memes and edits with slowed rap music playing in the background. You even get him to read the terrible captions that say shit like “When the person who you thought was the one becomes a stranger again 😭😔” you’re laughing so hard at it you can’t even say anything

-Kuroo busts out the LOUDEST and most OBNOXIOUS hyena laugh ever and he’s grabbing your phone and going through all the other posts he’s missed so far and you’re just on your bed rolling in your sheets DYING and clutching your stomach because it’s hurting so bad

-“So you finally dumped him eh?? Good for you Y/N!” He shouts between laughs and then directs his attention to your crying ex, mocking him by saying “I have some sad Plankton memes if you need them! Unblock me first and I’ll send them to you! HAHAHA-“

Your ex hates him so fucking much and keeps trying to say something back but he keeps stumbling over his words and it just makes the two of you laugh even harder

-When you manage to get your laughter under control you lightly kick Kuroo (who’s now sitting on your bed) as a signal for him to give back your phone. When he hands it back to you, you go back to the call with your ex and shout “SEE THAT?! WHO’S LAUGHING NOW?! THAT’S WHAT YOU GET YOU STUPID BITCH!” With that final blow to his ego you’re satisfied, and hang up on him

-When Kuroo hears that click signaling the end of the call, he raises his hand for a high five and you give it to him. He’s sitting straight up now and immediately tackled you in a hug. You two kind of just lay there, and even though it’s mildly uncomfortable, he knows you need it. It’s warm, soft, and safe, showing you that he was always gonna be there for you no matter what

-“Good job Y/N, that guy was a major dickwad. He wasn’t nearly as hot as me anyway. Probably had a tiny dick too” “Trust me, he did” “Holy shit-“

-He rolls off of you from the hug but is still laying down next to you on your bed while holding your hand. You vent to him about how good and free you finally feel now that your ex is officially out of your life. During your conversation you two make a note to burn all the clothes your ex left in your room at your next house party/bonfire.

Bokuto Kotarou:

-He’s either A)chilling on the couch B)chilling on the couch talking to Akashi/Kuroo/Tsukki or C)chilling on the couch and playing video games. You two don’t have any particular system set up, because you two don’t care. What matters is that you’re bro’s and you both do your part to make (barely) make rent every month.

-You and Bokuto share plenty of funny stories to each other but he’s used to you just sitting in your room doing your own thing talking to whoever, but when he hears you literally CACKLING like a freaking maniac, he can’t stop himself from pausing whatever he’s doing and going to your room to make sure you’re still alive

-He gives a light knock on your door before realizing it’s unlocked and just coming in and he’s really surprised to see you doubled over on your floor laughing like there’s no tomorrow as he can hear your boyfriend on speaker phone, making the ugliest sobbing noises he’s ever heard

-“Whatcha doing Y/N? I can hear ya all the way from the living room, what’s up with you?” He asks, both curious and slightly concerned for you. You quickly get up, ignoring your (now ex-) boyfriend and pulling up his public Snapchat story that also has sad Bart Simpson memes and long ass sad emo paragraphs about how heart broken he is (it’s a little impressive how quickly he wrote it up though, given how you broke up w him like five minutes ago)

-“Bo, look at this shit- haHA I just dumped him!” Bokuto knows how much of a piece of shit your ex is, since you’ve spent so many nights crying to him about your fights and the hurtful things he’d say to you so he eagerly eats up the absolute bulls hit on his story and laugh with you while listening to his sobbing

-Your ex is fuming whilst crying over the phone “REALLY Y/N?! YOU'RE GONNA GET YOUR ROOMMATE IN ON THIS?! I KNEW YOU WERE CHEATING ON ME WITH HIM YOU SLU-“ but you were having none of it so you immediately shoot back “OH SHUT THE FUCK UP THAT’S WHAT YOU GET YOU STUPID BITCH” Bokuto is absolutely DYING by now, hyping you up as you shut your ex down

-He’s so happy to see that you know your worth now and aren’t going to let some dumbass boy make you think otherwise. So many times he’s wanted to just clock him in the jaw (he radiated really douchey vibes) but now he doesn’t have to (unless you want him to of course)

-Your ex angrily hangs up and you two are having a fit on the floor, Bokuto laying over your body as you read out the songs on the emo playlist he just posted. You even move to twitter to see him tweeting sad Pinterest quotes

-When the laughter dies down and he’s still laying over you and you’re just on the floor he turns over to look at you. “You know, I’m happy you broke up with that douche-face. He was ugly anyway, and a shit volleyball player. You deserve better” He lovingly pats your head “I’m proud of you Y/N, really” You almost want to cry at how sweet he’s being but you just smile and get up, walking to the doorway and turning to look at him

-“Thanks Bo, I appreciate that. All that laughing makes me tired though. Wanna order takeout and watch a movie? I’ll let you pick” He happily gets up from your floor and gives you a big high five and you two walk out of the room to go order your food. Your ex, completely pushed out of your mind.

Tsukkishima Kei:

-Doesn’t usually care about gossip (except for that one King of the Court thing w Kageyama) so your conversations don’t really go into “tea” abt people. You two are pretty close at this point and you both are hella nerds so your conversations will probably be about stuff like your sports/activities and maybe the occasional debate over which Jurassic Park Movie was the best (He will always go with the first one, he has a whole PowerPoint and everything). Otherwise you two don’t talk too too much, keeping to yourselves and being relatively peaceful.

-When he hears your loud laughter and straight howling, he’s… slightly annoyed. What could possibly so funny that you had to scream loud enough for him to be able to hear when he’s wearing headphones for fuck’s sakes. He begrudgingly takes off his headphones and makes his way to your room with the intention of telling you to stfu

-He doesn’t even bother knocking because he’s petty so when he sees you rolling over the floor AND hears your boyfriend’s loud hiccups and sobs turned on the highest volume on speaker phone he goes from annoyed to confused and annoyed.

-“Y/N you’re being so loud and it’s annoyi- what the hell are you doing” He’s not even trying to hide his mild disappointment in you and even makes a comment about your ex sobbing over the line “Why’s your annoying boyfriend crying too- he doesn’t sound like he’s laughing”

-You take a break from laughing to shout back at Tsukki “Make that Ex-Boyfriend Tsukkishima!! HAHA- come here, look at this- look-“ you’re getting up from your floor and grabbing him by the sleeve to sit him on your bed as you eagerly go through your ex’s Snapchat filled to the brim with emo poetry and paragraphs about heartbreak

-“I broke up with him 10 minutes ago and he’s still crying-“ Tsukki can’t help but laugh at this as he’s reading the absolute bullshit that your ex typed out. He can always tell when he’s going to be annoyed by someone and the moment your boyfriend stepped into your place, he knew that he would never get along with him. He avoided him like the plague and always denied the invite when you would go out together but would occasionally hear your fights through the walls or your crying when he came home late (in those moments he’s actually really nice and will sit and listen to you)

-“Wow… this is absolutely pathetic, how old are you, 12? This is bullshit!” Tsukki has no chill, verbally beating down your ex and only making him cry harder and now your stomach hurts as you clutch it with your free hand. At one point your ex decides he’s had enough and from the other end of the line he shouts “SHUT THE FUCK UP. YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING- YOU'RE A PIECE OF SHIT WHO CAN'T MIND HIS OWN BUSINESS-“ and Tsukki’s not having ANY of this so immediately goes “And you’re a sad loser who just got dumped by his girlfriend over the phone! What does that say about you?”

-You’re grinning ear to ear during this whole exchange and after Tsukki says that you bring the phone to your mouth (hoping to scream as loud as possible into your ex’s ears) and say “THAT’S WHAT YOU GET YOU STUPID BITCH-“ and hang up.

-It doesn’t stop there though- no no no- you two crack yourselves up even further by doing dramatic readings of all the messages (with stupid impressions of your ex to boot): “Oh baby if only I could hold you in my arms one last time!” “Heart been broke so many times-“ “Nobody cares about me, even the person who I thought I could trust the most-“ “Holy shit Tsukki you sound just like him-“

-When you can’t view his story/tweets anymore because he’s blocked you, you and Tsukki finish laughing. His long legs are draped over your bed and yours are placed on his lap. At this point he doesn’t even care because it’s been a good while since he ever found something THAT funny. He isn’t really the type for softly comforting his friends but you know that he definitely has a little soft spot for you (at least a tiny one) and you just sit there and gently kick him.

-“What” he asks and you just give him a soft smile and say “Thanks”. He has his own small smile on his face (that you can totally see but don’t mention because then it’ll go away) and just looks away from you and says “You’re annoying” (which by now you know translates to “You’re welcome”)

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #kuroo testuro #bokuto koutaro #tsukkishima kei #kuroo x reader #bokuto x reader #tsukki x reader

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mydemimonde · 4 years ago

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‘muse’ ch. 6 | matt (bbtl)

CHAPTER 6

“I don’t know what came over me” Mia confessed to her friend Javed. Both were at the living room in Mia’s house, drinking some tea. After her outburst that afternoon, she locked herself up in her room, she didn’t want to talk to anyone. But her mother told her Javed was waiting for her outside, and had no choice but to go downstairs and see what was going on.

“Matt looked really hurt and confused. He didn’t say a word after what you told him, he went straight to his house” he stated with a brooding look. “Is everything okay?”

Now Mia felt bad. Really bad. “It’s just… my emotions accumulated and I exploded” he looked at her, curiously. “Oh, I forgot to tell you. When you left the party the other night, I went upstairs and accidentally walked into Matt and Emma making out.” She sighed. “They were about to have sex”

“Oh” he stood there, not knowing what to respond.

“That’s not the worst. Yesterday he took me to the store and made me pick a necklace. I thought it was for me, but it was for…”

“For Emma” he gave her a sorry look, his friend nodded and looked down.

“I know I over reacted, that was shitty” she covered her face with her hands, frustrated.

“Hey, you said it yourself, your emotions piled up” she lifted her head and he continued his statement. “You have the right to feel sad. You know I’ll be here, always”

She smiled and leaned forward, hugging him. “Thank you so much, J”

“Anytime”

“So, are you coming tomorrow for lunch?”

“Absolutely, I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world. Should I bring something?”

“Just your presence” both lads laughed. Javed looked at his watch. “You have to go, right?”

“Yes, mum needs help with the sewing. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” both got on his feet and Mia walked him to the door.

“See you J, send my regards to your mum”

“Will do”

Once she got her pyjamas on, Mia grabbed her book and sat on her bed. She tried to read, but couldn’t concentrate, her mind was elsewhere. Maybe she was too rude to Matt. Poor guy, he was so shocked and hurt when Mia snapped at him. It wasn’t his fault, it was her ability to hide and bury her emotions so deep, and then combusting when she’s overwhelmed.

She put the book down on her desk and walked towards the window. There, she had a view of the street and Matt’s house. Especially the living room and his bedroom. There he was, sitting on his bed with his guitar. She couldn’t hear from the distance, but she was sure it was a beautiful tune. It seemed like he was writing a song, because from time to time he would stop playing to grab a pencil and start writing on a paper.

Mia stared at him for a while, she noticed his sadness. Eventually, he placed his guitar aside, turned off the lights and went to bed. She closed the window and went to sleep as well.

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There was a knock on the door, and Oliver opened it. “Well, hello Javed!”

“Hello Mr Bradley” he answered with a polite smile and tone.

“I told you to call me Oliver, no matter how much time has passed” he patted his back and closed the door. “You’re part of the family”

“Thanks Oliver”

They all sat on the table and Susie came from the kitchen with lunch. “I hope you enjoy this” she put the dish in the middle of the table and told them to help themselves.

“Is this your special recipe you would cook when we were children?” asked Javed after eating the first bite of it.

“Yes!” she sat on the other corner of the table, facing her husband. She looked at the empty chair next to Javed. “It’s a shame Matt couldn’t come”

Mia chew on her salad and nodded. Nellie frowned. “What happened?” she noticed Mia and Javed exchanging looks. “Did you have a fight?”

“No, not at all” declared Mia quickly, almost with her mouth full. What a professional liar. “He had another… event going on”

Oliver hummed. “I miss that lad. Hope next time he joins”

Mia just nodded in silence, focusing on filling her glass of water.

They talked about many things during lunch, Javed listened with interest at everything the family did over the past six years in Liverpool. Then, he told them about the struggles he and his family had everyday with money, especially now that his older sister’s wedding day was getting closer. The Bradleys just listened to him.

“Well, if you need help with anything just tell us. In fact, there’s a vacancy where I work, you can tell your father” Javed’s face lit up at Oliver’s words. “No experience needed”

“Really? Thank you so much”

Once lunch was finished, Mia and Javed helped Susie to wash the dishes, not without splashing water and playing around. The day was beautiful with the sun shining, they wouldn’t let the last day of holidays go to waste. They took their bikes and went cycling.

“What do you want to do after finishing school, J?”

“I want to go to college, Manchester, but my dad won’t let me. He wants me to stay here in this hole, so I don’t know”

“You will get into college, you’re so smart and resilient, you can do whatever you set your mind to” Mia loved his friend so much and hated when he teared himself down. “I know it’s hard to rebel against your parents, especially against your dad. But don’t let him decide your future”

Her words of encouragement made his eyes soften and his heart fill with joy. “Thanks Mia. And what do you want to do after school?”

She pursed her lips to the side, thinking. “I really want to get out of here. I’m not saying that I don’t like Luton, because I grew up here, but… I want to see the world; you know what I mean?”

“A hundred percent”

“I want to move to another place. I want to go to college and become a writer. Or an artist, I’m not quite sure yet. All I’m sure about is that I long to go to college”

“And we will” they smiled at each other.

They cycled for hours, until the sun started to set. They were parking their bikes when they heard a voice coming from behind them.

“Hi…”

It was Matt. They turned to look at him. “Hello mate” Javed greeted him, Mia started playing with the hem of her shirt, uneased.

“I saw you earlier. Why didn’t you tell me you were having lunch?” his blue eyes were full of hurt.

Javed looked at his friend, confused. “You didn’t tell him?”

Mia blinked. “Uhm…” she glanced at Matt, who was now feeling betrayed. “I was… I was going to tell you. But then you told me today was Emma’s birthday, so…” her voice lowered at the last words.

“I could’ve come anyways, the party wasn’t gonna start until tonight” Matt looked puzzled. Mia’s mouth opened, but she couldn’t form any words. She didn’t know what to say. He lowered his head and bit his lower lip. “Okay, I get it” his shoulders dropped and he backed away.

“Matt, wait” Mia went after him and grabbed his arm, but he let go of her grip.

“What do you want?” his voice cracked with a mix of anger and sadness. “Ever since you got here you’ve been acting strange. I thought we were gonna be friends like the old times, but you’ve been treating me like shit, or trying to avoid me” his eyes began to fill with tears.

Mia, you absolute idiot. Look what you’ve done.

He looked away, avoiding her eyes. “Look, if you don’t wanna be friends anymore, just tell me and I’ll understand. Because this…” he gulped “this is hurting me”

Matt turned around and went inside his house, leaving a speechless Mia behind.

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Three days passed since the last day of holidays. Three days since Matt’s angry words at Mia. Three days since Mia realized she truly acted like an insensitive bitch towards Matt. He didn’t deserve that treatment; he deserved an explanation. But she had no idea what to say.

Sorry for being an asshole Matt, I was being a bitch because I don’t know how to express myself and control my emotions, I’m jealous of Emma because she’s pretty and hot and she has you wrapped around her finger, and all I can do is watch both of you from a distance and suffer in silence.

She sighed and grabbed her books. Literature lessons ended and now it was time to go home. Miss Clyde was an incredible literature teacher, but made them work very hard. Mia liked that kind of pressure though; it made her focus and make her best effort.

“How was Literature?” asked a panting Javed, who came running from Biology class.

“Very interesting. We discussed about Mary Shelley today. How was Biology?”

“Ugh, disgusting. We dissected a frog today” she pretended to vomit. “I know, Miss Wallis loved it though” he started looking inside his bag, frantically.

“What’s with the rush?” she watched how some of the books threatened to fall from the bag, and helped him look for whatever he was looking.

“Mia, I just had my eyes opened. And ears”

She giggled. “What are you talking about?”

“The boss. Bruce freaking Springsteen” he handed over the cassettes.

“What?” she took them and examined them.

“He’s just… amazing. It’s like he knows what’s going through in my brain, his songs speak to me on another level”

On the way home Javed talked to Mia about his new idol, agreeing on everything he said. Ever since her mother listened to him, she started to enjoy his music.

A few steps close to their homes, they saw Matt coming out of his friend’s car. Mia stared at him.

“I think it’s time to talk to him” Javed spoke and noticed how she was doubting his idea. “You can’t avoid him forever”

“I know. But I literally have no idea what to say”

“Saying ‘I’m sorry’ would be a good start” she slowly nodded. He sighed. “I hate being in the middle”

“I’m sorry for putting you in this position, you don’t deserve this” she patted his back.

“He’s the one who doesn’t deserve this. He deserves an explanation” he always said the right words. He was a great adviser.

“Yes, you’re right”. She saw how Matt laughed at something his friend said, then he said goodbye to them. When he lifted his head and saw Mia and Javed, he quickly looked away and went inside his home.

“Well, I better be going. I need to finish an essay, see you around” he ruffled her hair and she giggled.

She stood there, thinking about what to do. What Javed said was true, Matt deserved an explanation. She sighed and headed towards his house.

Here we go.

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finding-the-daylight · 5 years ago

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So, now that my finals are officially over, I am going to proceed to have a drink or two or three and rewatch Eclipse. Here’s (soberly) what I remembered from the film prior to starting this account (since starting this account, posts re:Eclipse have reminded me of things I’m not going to include in this introduction):

1. Bella is basically playing tic-tac-toe with Edward and Jacob and her feelings for them. She can’t make up her mind. When I watched it the first time, my dad was in the living room half paying attention to it and said she was very selfish.

2. Edward tries to control Bella, but it’s “out of genuine concern for her”.

3. Jacob tries to control Bella, but it’s “out of genuine concern for her”.

4. Both fight for her affection and even though she’s engaged to Edward, she won’t let go of Jacob.

5. When the newborn army shows up, Bella cuts her arm with a rock.

6. There’s awkward tension in the tent.

That’s literally all I remember of the movie while sober (aside from what I have relearned from posts about Eclipse on this blog). My drunken thoughts will be below the break:

Okay, so this dude I think his name is Riley is lowkey kinda dumb, no offense. Like he just stood there and screamed “WHAT DO YOU WANT?!?” This is how all horror movies end badly. You don’t talk back. You run or hide or esape.

THE MEADOW IS SO FUCKING PRETTY. IT’S THE PUREST THING WE HAVE IN THIS FANDOM OMG HE’S PLAYING WITH EHR HAIR AND I JUST WANT SOMEOEN TO PLAY WITH MY HAIR. DAMN BELLA, MY FINALS ARE OVER. SUCKS TO SUCK, DOESN’T IT?

I never noticed the CUllen cuff before, but now thanks to this blog it’s all I’m looking @ lmao.

I FCKING LOVE CHARLIE TOO MUCH AND HE DESERVED BETTER THIS WHOLE TIME. HE IS SUCH A GOOD FATHER AND HE DESERVES THE BEST.

THERE’S A GLOWING RED LIGHT OUTSIDE MY WINDOW WTF I THINK IT’S THE REFLECTION OF A CAR LIGHT BUT I FUCKING SWEAR

NVM ITS GONE

WHAT THE FUCK EDWARD?? YOU MESSED WITH BELLA’S TRUCK SO SHE COULDN’T SEE HER FRIEND? FUCK. I WOULD’VE DUMPED YOU AND LEFT YOU IN THE WOODS BRO.

Edward sitting with Bella’s friends. We can’t help but stan. He’s still a bitch for the truck thing though.

I love how Alice looks @ Edward and tells him the party will be fun because she knows nothing bad will happen. But then he reads her mind and looks conerned wtf is ognna happen?

Side note: I really like the lighting in this movie. Everyone has a healthly glow. They lokk happy.

The fucking Volturi always gotta ruin everything. Bitch ass hoes. Ol’ crusty asses acting like some outdated monarchy. Why don’t the vamprires start a democratic government?

Charlie really deserved better. Like I know they couldn’t tell him teh truth but they could’ve been slightly less untruthful prbabl.

I WANNA FIND SOMEONE WHERE MY MOM SAYS WE’RE LIKE MAGNETS WITH EACH OTHER. I WANT SOMEONE TO LOOK @ ME LIKE I’M THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE. DAMNIT EDWARD. DAMNIT STEPHENDW.

Y’ALL ARE TELLING ME THE ENTIRE CULELN CLAM COMBINED COULDN’T TKAE OUT VICTORIA? THIS SHIT IS GETTING UNREALISTIC LMAO.

THE MUSIC THAT STARTS PLAYING WHEN JAKE TURNS AROUND IN THE PARKING LOT SENT ME LMAOOOOO.

Leah is such a badass and I wnat to be best friends with ehr plase.

ALSO FCK THIE IMPRINTING STORYLINE.

SAM AND LEAH WERE HAPPY TOGETHER.

NO BELLA YOU DON’T FUCKING WANNA KNOW WHAT IMPRINTING IS. NONE OF US WANTD WTO KNWO. IT NEVER SHOULDVE BEEN WRITTEN.

Taylor and Kristen are such babies in this movie. They’re so young and precious. WHIH REMINDS ME WHY TF DID SPTHEJNFNWFNA MAKE THIS SEIRESO ABOUT CHIDLREN??!?! I STILL SAY IF THE CHARACTERS HAS BEWNNF MORE MATUEE AND IN LIKE THEIR MID OR LATE TWNETIEMS OR THIRTIS IT WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER. FIUCKUNG FIGHT ME.

INITING BELLA TO HEAR THE TRIBE’S HISTORIES? THE CULTURAL APPROPRIATION FUCK STEPHEN0AWFJQ. BITCHJ.

SETH IS SO PRECIOUS. AGAIN. THEY’RE ALL SUCH BABIES. THESE POOR CHILDREN.

this hwoel shite is sof ukcing offensie. bitch. listen. why tf did stpehwb fafb have to appropriate cultues like this? BITCH>> you do realize if the legnds are actually like this they’rel ike that because it’s aout defeating yo white as sright? like your’e aware stpehebe ?

omg bree is so scare d poor baby. literally why did stephenjdbawfbi do this? she just wnated to be ok not hurt anywaon.

exuce me vut CARLISLE IS HOT AS FUCK BITCH

edward is saying some real romantic shit and i sill hate him for the turck thing but like he loves her so much btu he’s stil an asshoel in this smovie

I’M ABOUT TO HATE JACOB I CAN FEEL IT IN MY BONES I’VE SEEN THE GIFS HOE WE GONNA GIGHT. BITCH SHE JUST TOLD YOU SHE DOESN’T LIKE YOU DON’T PUSH HER LIKE THIS. DUMBAS S HOE BITCH. YOU’RE GONNA FIGHT FOR HER? I’M GONNA FUCKIN FIGHT YOU BTCH. I WISH SHE WAS ALREAYD A VAMPIRE SO RTHAT PUNCH WOULDA HURT BITCH YOU DESERVED IT.

THESE FUCKWITS ARE FIGHTING OVER HER AND NOT LISTNEING TO HER THEY ARE BOTCH CANCELLED. BELLA NEEDS TO LEAVE BOTH THESE HOES AND GET A NEW MAN WHO ACTUALLY KNOWS HOW TO LISTNE. BITCHES.

I love Emmett so much. BELLA SHOULD FINA A MAN LIKE HIM. IT’S WHAT SHE DESERVES.

ROSALIE IS ABOUT TO POP TF OFF. SHE IS A QUEEN AND I LVOE AND SUPPORT HER. the saddest thing about this is that she thought her life was perfect and then some fucking asshoes ruiend it. she was so happy. wtf im gonna cry. fuck. i hate sptehej n so much. these gross ass hoes i’m gonna cik all theyre assses. this is so gross i’m so angry literaluy setthing beithc. BUT THEN SHE GETS HER REVENGE AND IT’S BEAUTIFUL. FUCK THOSE BASTARS. but she;s so sad it breaks my heart. she wants to be human so bad. this scene is so sad and it’s theonly good scene in twilight and nikki reed deserves an ocsa like if you agree.

jane and alec more childrne who should’ve been able to be children fck the volturie

why the hel is jessica the fucking valedinact ion? it should’ve been bella they made her seem so damn smart but now she’s not theo ne? i don’ beliee it. but anna kendrick is a gift and now i wanna watch ptiche perfect. CHARLIE is so pure he deserved better and i’m gona kep saying it.

i love those fucking rose colored lamps hanging at the cullens house int he window at hte party scene can anyone link them to me i need?

why the hell is the wolfpack athe cullesn hosue? this doesnt make sense and it doesn’t seem real am i too drunk and imabginf this?

jno wait it’s real. jake’s appolgoizng.

how fucking conventinet the woflpakc is there hwen alice realizes there abotu to be attacked. this aint realistc. bitc.

why are these kids being forces to act like audls? “I wans;t asking for permission” hoe you’re like 16 go home and go tib ed and odnt go to war.

these woflies gonan kick yo ass edward get tf out

i’m laughign nrow but nothigng funy is happening lmaoooo

fck carlisle is really hot as fuck his jawline kills me

i hate jasper’s hair here i’m sorry i know we all lovehim bt heis hair is a dam nmess

belal is so fuckign negative all the time no one is gonan get killed exceptsvictoris

THE COWBOOIIIII WHY DOES HE LOOKS LIKE OWNE WILSON IN THIS DAMN LIGHTIN? ALICE AND JASPER LOVE EACH TOHER SO MUCH MY APLOGIZKE MAAM FCK IT UP.

why thfe fuck is hake comparing his situaton with leah and sam and emily? We are nto the same hoe wae are not the same. bella is choosing edward sit yo ass down. but i still thin kyall are both problemastic as fuck in thos movie and hse deserves better.

CHARLIES DESEVRS BTETER THEY KEEP LYIGN EVEN WHEN THEY DUCKGN DONT NEED TO

reblog if you thought edward and bella wre gona fuc, when she went over to his house in eclipse when yo ufirst read the book or saw the movue

he really oes love her a lot though fkcn i’m so alone

he looks si sad wgen he mentind ices tea on the porch poor edward

EVERY DANM MOMENR OF FOREVER BITCG I WANT LOVE LIK THST

LITERALLY THIS IS THE SUTPEIDEST PLOT EVER. A WHOLE FUCKIN ARMY TOO ATTACK ONE IGRL? BITCH. THIS AINT EVEM A THING.

im gettign ral tired yall dik if i waill mke it to the end of this movie but i will tru

i hate the enrgey from jae and efard in this tent. ya’ll are both dumb hoes and she could do better than either ofy ou.

WRHAT THE FUCK FASTER IF YOUR TOOK YORU CLOTHS OFF BITCH WHAT THE FUCK NOW I AM GONNA FUCKIN PUNCH YOU IB HOEP BELLA OUBCHES YOU WHEN SHES A VMAPRIE STUPID HOE 16 YEAR OLD SHOULD BE AT HOME IN BED INSTEAD OF IN A TENT TRYING TO FIGH A FCUKCN WAR

edward is such an emo boi in the tent and he thinsk she doesn;t lve him any more. yo ua stipiud hoe edearf but she still loves you anwyab ithc.

wheb edward said i’m not gonna force her into naythign ever agin i realized he was hte better man good for you eddie you fickun manned up you win

MY REASON FOR ESXITNST HOE I JST WNAT TO BE LOVED

now edwards bene a fuckboi again trying to hurt jake b ymaking sure he knew they were getting maried edward what the fuck iw was just starting to be on your side agian and you let me down like this

jacob is beign an emo boi now jake go be a child @ home and stop this nonsense you’re not a man go be a chid and take a nap and eat some grilled cheese youkk feel better

now she told him she wants to kiss him wtf bella don’t kead this bitch on he’s already in pain let hom gp home and eat a grilled cheese

mow bella’ supsetti spaghetti because edwards know she kissed jake

this shit is so unenecasialr dramtic wht the fuck yall like a whole army ofver one girl and then its like all everyboyd trying kill everybody this is bulshittheyre all children who should eb at home eating grileld chesses not at war

victoria is a real bitch lying to this boy telling hin she lvoes him hoe bitch

og shit efward ifs pissed now he’s tauntign ab ithc

i acutaly kinda fel bad for riley he wnet through so mcuh and was manipulated i wish the cullens could have adopted him and bree

oshit is the volutire

SAM DONT FUCKUGN TALK TO LEAH LIKE THAT EVER AGIAN YOU HOE

CARLISE AND I REPEAT AGAIB IS HOT AS FUCK FUCK CARLISRL

I LITERALLY AHTE THE VOLTURIE FOR KILLIGN VREE THEY WILL NEVER BE FORGIVEN

JASPER KNOWS WHATS GOOD HE DOESN’T TURST THESE HOES

I’M SO PISEED THAT THE CULLENS NEVER FUCKING IFHT THE VOLTURIE LIKE CARLISLES IS SMART AS FUCK AND EHS TILL WONT START A DEMOCRAY LIKE YALL KNOW ROSLAIE WOULDVE FOGUHT FOR THAT SHIT TOO

I LVOE YOUDADY CARLISLE

THIS 16 YEAR OLD LYING UP HERE BECAUSE OF TE DUMBASS WAR I TOLD YALL TO GO GOEN AND EA A GRILELD CHEDWE

poor jakie he knows hed better good for her but she reallys loves eward jake deserved better than what he got reblog is youf agree he jst said he’s even love her after she’s a vamprie bruh go eat a grilled chease and love yourself

WERE BACK IN THE FUCKING MEADOW ITS LIT AND ITS LOVELY I WANNA FALL IN LOVE IN A MEADOW WITH A HANDAOME MYSTERIOUS MAN WHO LOVES ME UNCODNITONATLY

KIRSTNE STEQARD IS THE WBEST AND SHE DESERVED AN OSCAR FOR THIS MOVIE HER AND NIKKI REED AND NODBOYD ELSE

fianlly this bitch is gonna beh onest with chalrie took you long enough

that was an anticlamtnc ending but i love love

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daemyiel · 5 years ago

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prompts 36 & 3? :)) angst to fluff?

I'm so sorry it took so long but I decided to do this with Roger and I didn't want to rush the story I had in my head.

It was late. You had put your son Chavez to bed hours ago and had tried yourself to fall asleep. But your stupid mind wouldn’t let you rest. You were worried about your boyfriend, Roger. He had gone out drinking with his band. Again. You didn’t usually mind, he deserved to have fun, he worked hard, but he’s been going out quite a lot recently. Between going out and work you had only seen him drunk or nursing a hangover. His son had seen him less. That last thought made you angry at Roger. Chavez idolized his father. When Roger was on tour Chavez would get so upset if he missed one of Roger’s calls. On the last album Chavez cried so much that Roger ended up taking him to the studio almost everyday.

It was half three in the morning when he stumbled through your bedroom door. “Why are you awake?” He asked when he realised you wasn't asleep.

“Because I was wondering when you’d decide to come back.” You said with nearly no emotion in your voice. He managed to strip to his boxers and get into bed without causing any serious harm to himself.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked, crawling in her the covers. You were but if you said anything now he would apologise way too much and not go to sleep for a while, only to forget about it completely tomorrow when he is sober.

“No. I was just worried.” You lied.

“I didn’t mean to worry you.” He mumbled into your hair and wrapped his arms around you.

Roger had to be in the studio again, they had booked it for dinner time so everyone had enough time to get rid of their hangovers. The sun was shining and a soft summer breeze drifted through the air, it was perfect, so you decided to take Chavez to the park. But first you had to talk to Roger.

When you got up to make breakfast he was still in a deep sleep. When you were dressing Chavez you could hear him being sick in the bathroom. He came down stairs at eleven, looking like a zombie. “You missed breakfast.” You stated. Roger could tell something was wrong. He knew you were mad at him but you were trying to stay calm for the sake of your son.

“I’m not hungry.” His voice was raspy . His throat sore from being sick. He poured himself a big mug of coffee and mixed some sugar in before heavily sitting down on one of the kitchen chairs.

“Have you had any Paracetamol?” you asked getting the toaster out again and putting two slices of bread in for your hungover boyfriend. You thought about letting him do it himself but decided not to.

“yeah.” He had both hands wrapped around the coffee mug like is was the only thing keeping him alive. The next few minutes was spent in silence as you waited for the toast to pop, then you buttered it and placed it in front of him . You even cut both slices in half.

“come on little man,” you said to your son, breaking the silence. “Why don’t you go play with the new toys uncle Freddie got you.” And you led him into the living room. Now Roger knew his was in trouble. Big trouble. You only took Chavez into another room because you wanted to talk to Roger. And not the nice kind of talking either. He sighed and continued eating his toast, there was no way out of this, he just had to wait for you to come back.

You walked back into the kitchen to find Roger finishing off his toast. He had been hungry, you were right. You sat down after him wondering how to start the conversation off. “Are you going out for drinks tonight?”

“Not that I know of.” Roger had no idea What you wanted to talk about. He thought you were going to row with him but this seemed normal, too normal.

“Look Rog,” there it is, he thought, he didn’t know what he done wrong. The best thing was just to let you say what you had to, and see what he could do, come to a compromise or something. “I know you’ve been working hard and you deserve to relax and go out and enjoy yourself with the boys. But does it have to be so often.” Your voice was soft but with seriousness woven in. “You can have a drink, but do you have to drink so much? You don’t have to get absolutely shitfaced to have a good time, you can have a few and still enjoy yourself. I feel like I barely see you, and when I do I’m only taking care of you, either helping you get to bed because your so drunk, or trying to help you with your hangover. And it’s worse for Chavez. He loves you so much and he rarely see’s you now.” Roger looked down embarrassed. You took a deep breathe and ran you hand through you hair. “I know we had Chavez young and neither of us were prepared. And I knew you were the type to go out and have fun, and that energy is what drew me to you,” Roger’s eyes met yours again. “But when I told you I was expecting you told me. You promised me you’d look after us. I love going out with you, I love the wild parties. But I haven’t been to many because I have responsibilities now, we both do. Chavez is the most important person in our lives right now, and he really misses you . For his sake just cut down on the parties, please.” You practically begged him.

“I didn’t realise. I’m sorry, I didn’t realise.” Roger looked you in the eye and you could see how sorry he was. “I’ll do better I promise. How about I blow off the studio and come with you to the park?” Roger half smiled a thing he dose when he’s request something like this. Like the time he told the boys he couldn’t meet them because he was ill when he actually took you out.

“Roger no you can’t do that. See if you can get tomorrow off or something.” You smiled back. As much as you wanted him to come he couldn’t let the band down.

You were in luck however, not twenty minutes after, John rang to tell Roger not to bother to come because Freddie said he was too hungover and Brian had only just woken up.

Chavez never left Roger side all day. He didn’t let go of Roger’s hand on the way to the park, and they had a consistent conversation the whole journey. At one point they giggled at something said (their laughs almost similar) and when you asked what they were laughing about they responded with a nothing in unison in a tone that you knew meant the were planning something mischievous.

They were walking slightly ahead of you holding hands. Chavez looked so small in comparison to his father. You took this moment to take a photo with your trusty camera that you have with almost everywhere. Your memory tended to fail you and you find that pictures helped keep them securely in your mind.

When the trio reached the park Chavez instantly ran to the slide and Roger was in pursuit. They run around for ages , switching from one thing to another. They have too much energy, you thought as Roger was now chasing the mini version of himself to the climbing frame.

When it got to dinner time none of you wanted to leave the park so you ventured off and bought back some sandwiches, drinks and some crisps from the shops. You had to tell the boys to stop and eat and then they could run riot again. You watched with love as Roger helped Chavez eat and opened his crisp packet for him, all the anger you felt towards Roger had dissolved now. Within fifteen minutes they were up and running about again, leaving you to clear up the rubbish. You picked up their empty crisp packets and noticed that they both left the crust of their sandwiches.

You ended up spending the whole day at the park. Sometime after dinner Roger walked back to the shop to buy a loaf of bread to feed the ducks while you convinced your son to drink some more juice.

You managed to get a really good photo of Roger and Chavez feeding the ducks. They soon realised that if a while slice of bread was thrown in the ducks would swarm in and try to get a hold of the biggest piece. The lucky duck that did manage to get it would swim away as fast as it could. Your son and boyfriend found this highly amusing.

“Do ducks have ears?” Roger thought out loud, after all the bread had been used up rather quickly as they both kept tossing whole slices in the water instead of ripping it apart. You was about to tell him that all birds have ears, you just can’t see them. “They must do, otherwise how could hear the other ducks.” He answered his own question.

You started heading back home just as the sun started to set. Just like the walk up Roger and Chavez was walking in front of you. Well Roger was walking, Chavez was sat in his father’s shoulders after complaining about how tired he was. You let yourself get lost in thought as you gazed at them. The setting sun in front of the duo reflecting off their blonde hair cast the illusion of the pair having golden halos. You laughed at this thought because you knew of all people that they could be devil’s if they wanted to. Nevertheless, you picked up you camera and took a magnificent photo, that would become one if your favourites.

It had been two days since your little family outing to the park. Roger had to go back to the studio. You felt happy. Since the talk you had with Roger everything was fine. It had simply been a small bump in the road and one you’d both probably forget about and replace with happy memories, like the ones you had from the park. Everything was right again.

You should have known it wouldn’t have lasted long.

8:30pm

You put Chavez to bed. Made yourself a cup of tea and continued reading Lord of the Rings. The pages were soft and there was many stains in various pages that told that the book was well read many times. There was even a stain in the cover where you accidently spilt tea on it.

Roger and the boys had a few things to wrap up at the studio it wouldn’t take them too long Brian had mentioned the pub, but they wasn’t sure if they were actually going or not.

9:45pm

You shifted in the arm chair as you had become uncomfortable and decided that you would read in bed. You figured that with the boys not being in the studio for so long they probably had a lot of work to get done.

The band had gone to the pub in the end, the Nags Head their favourite. Freddie said that he couldn’t have too many because he was taking Chavez and little Deacons out the next day. Roger had also said that he was going to go steady tonight, but didn’t say that is was because he got told off.

11:14pm

You had reached the end of another chapter and your eyelids grew heavy so you decided sleep was necessary and that Roger would be back soon. They should be finished or finishing up by now, but the studio wasn’t exactly just around the corner for you and Roger, so he was most likely to be back late. Although it already was late.

They were a few rounds in and starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. Freddie had now switched to soft drinks and starting to think about when he should leave. One of the other band members, Roger couldn’t remember who, had brought shots over to the table. “Rog weren't you going to go steady?” Freddie asked Roger, hoping that the would refuse the shot.

“I am, but one won’t hurt.” He downed the alcohol straight after saying this.

1:34am

You had been in a restless sleep all night. You rolled over to see Roger’s side if the bed untouched. Now you were beyond angry. You knew what he had done. He’d gone out and not even bothered to call you. You felt so stupid. He had tricked you into thinking that he would stick to his promise by being the ideal boyfriend and father for three days, then turns around and does what you asked him not to do.

Freddie had left to go home just before midnight. A couple of drinks for Roger had turned into many and if he continued at the pace he was going he probably wouldn’t be able to stand properly, let alone walk home.

4:23am

Roger finally makes it home. You were in a half sleep kind of trance, anger and worry not letting you fully rest. You heard your drunk boyfriend trip on his way up the stairs and curse. You heard his shoulder being dragged across the hallway, obviously trying to stay upright. You heard him fumble with the door handle before he was coordinated enough to actually open it. He stumbled forward nearly falling over. Kicked off his shoes. Pulled his shirt over his head. And passed out, face first on his side of the bed. You shook your head and managed to get some sleep now in the knowledge that he was home and safe. Well he wouldn’t be safe tomorrow when the felt the wrath of (Y/N).

You got up at nine. Chavez was tired so he had sleep longer in the morning. Freddie was coming soon to get him so you best get up. You glanced to your left to see Roger face down on top of the covers, in the same position he was when he stumbled home last night.

You got Chavez washed and dressed knowing that Freddie would be here any minute. (It was ten minutes past the time he said he would come, but you expected him to be late anyway) You was in the kitchen washing up breakfast, that once again Roger had missed, when Chavez run to his room to find the perfect toy to take with him today.

While Chavez was deciding between a red sports car that his dad got him or the fluffy duck that Freddie got him he heard his dad moving about in bed. The three year old didn’t see him at all yesterday, quickly making his decision he grabbed the duck and ran into his parents bed room wanting to see his dad.

Roger felt like someone had placed one of the massive speakers from tour in his head and any little sound was amplified way too loud making his head throb. The small amount of light sneaking in through the curtains was like sharp daggers adding to the pain in his head.

He heard Chavez coming. He could hear him running. He willed that he didn’t come in Roger just wanted to sleep some more and try and get better once the house was silent.

But it didn’t work. Chavez jumped on the bed next to Roger repeating his name. “Chavez stop.” Roger moaned at him. The three year old didn’t. “Chavez I mean it. Go to your mother.” Roger raised his voice slightly, getting annoyed.

“But daddy I haven’t seen you and wanted to sho-"

“CHAVEZ FUCKING LISTEN TO ME!” Roger’s temper had got the better of him, and for a moment there was complete silence. That was broke by the sobs coming from the small child that only wanted his father’s company.

You heard Roger shout from the kitchen. You knew Chavez could be a handful sometimes but Roger had never shouted like that at him. You opened the door to see Chavez crying his heart out and a guilty Roger trying to reach out for him. But Chavez ignored Roger and held his arms out to you. You glared at Roger as you picked up your son. He hurried his head into your shoulder as you carried him out.

He was sobbing whilst repeatedly apologising. Whatever happened it wasn’t Chavez’s fault. When he was in trouble he didn’t cry he tried to get out of it. He only cried if he was scared. “Chavez baby you didn’t do anything wrong okay, daddy didn’t mean to shout at you.” You lied. You had to he thought he done something terrible.

After a couple of minutes he stopped crying and Freddie rolled up to pick up his Nephew. He could tell something was wrong but decided against mentioning it.

Freddie had always said if you ever needed to you could stay at his, always. You never thought you would have to take him up on his offer. After Freddie took Chavez out you stormed up stairs with all the fury you would ever muster. You and Roger argued. And like any agreement things from way back in the past got dragged up, unnecessarily opening old wounds. You both cursed and screamed until You was blue in the face. The monstrous fight ended with tears from both parties and you with Chavez staying with Freddie still nearly two months later.

There had been a few calls from Roger that you ignored and he would ask Freddie about you when they saw each other, but the calls ceased and the meet ups with any band member became few. So much that the boys were worried.

Freddie had told you that he was going to Roger with Brian and John. You were fine with it, how could you not be. Freddie was still Roger’s friend after all, and you can’t control Freddie. But Freddie had been gone for a good few hours and you was starting to get worried.

When Freddie did come back he looked tried. He sat down next to you and sighed. Chavez was put in bed not long ago and silenced engulf the both of you. “Freddie what’s wrong?” you asked barely above a whisper, something had to be wrong, you had to know if it was this serious.

Freddie paused before answering, thinking over his words before speaking them. “He isn’t looking after himself properly.” He was looking everywhere but in your eye.

“What’s New? That was the problem, he doesn’t look after himself and doesn’t care about the effect on other people. People who care about him.” This time you adverted your gaze.

“No this is different.” You met Freddie’s eye. “it’s different this time.” He rubbed his eye and huffed out a breath. “He hasn’t been eating. He isn’t sleeping, I doubt he’s showered recently. We tried talking to him and he got upset and locked himself in the bedroom. Then he refused to co-operate .”

“what do mean refuse to co-operate?”

The conversation got interrupted by the phone ringing. Freddie stood up to answer it, almost glad for the excuse to stop talking. “Brian?” Freddie answered. “well that’s good... well, that’s not so good... just the one thing?... what’s he saying?... okay, give me a minute.” Freddie rested the phone on the table walked over to you. “(y/n) Brian stayed at Roger’s to keep an eye on him and he managed to get him out of the bedroom but he’s still not co-operating he keeps repeatedly asking Brian for...” Freddie was explaining this fast until this point.

“For what?” you were desperate to know.

“He’s asking for you.” Freddie watched your eyes, seeing the many different emotions run through them.

You had no idea What to do so many different thoughts was running through your mind that they were cancelling each other out. You acted on the only rational thought right now. You took a deep breathe and picked up the phone with a patient Brian waiting on the other end.

“Brian it’s (y/n) What's the situation?”

“I assume Freddie has already told you what happened when he was here?”

“Yes he has.”

“Well-“ there was a noise in the background, a muffled voice, “Roger just wait I need t-" Brian was interrupted by Roger snatching the phone from him

“(y/n)?” Roger’s voice was different. It wasn’t cocky or full of confidence, it was small and a little hoarse.

You hesitated. “Yes. Roger"

“Baby, please just listen, just once. I'm sorry, I am so sorry. I should have listened to you, I was stupid, I am stupid. You’ve always tried to do what’s best for me, for us and what I did was selfish. And I love you, I love you more than you’ll know. No, more than that I adore you and I’m a mess without you and Chavez. You two are my entire world. I miss you. I miss you so fucking much. I just... I’d love for you to come home, but you don’t have to I want to give you time, as much as you need. But please, please forgive me. Please.”

Freddie didn’t know what Roger was saying to you but he could see the tears forming in your eyes and threating to fall. He gently took the phone from your hand, told Roger not to worry, he’d sort things out, and wrapped you in a bear hug.

“What are you going to do?” He quietly asked after you had calmed down.

“I don’t know. I don’t know how I feel about him. It’s not just the drinking it’s so many different little things before. But, that’s all it was, little things. I, I just don’t know.” You desperately looked at Freddie hoping he would have the answers to your questions.

“I think you now what you should do.” Freddie advised. He didn’t know at all, but it was the safest option when his friend desperately needed help and he had absolutely no idea What to do.

“I miss him.” You stood up. “I have to go to him, I have to go home.” You started running around packing a bag, then suddenly stopped and gasped. “Oh, Chavez.”

“Darling don’t worry, I’ll look after him until you sort everything out with Roger.”

“You are an angel.” You missed Freddie’s cheek, grabbed your keys and drove home.

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abundanceofsoph · 5 years ago

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SkyFire 1: Chapter 18

Four release, the AMAs & Christmas in Manchester 2014

Word count: 1.5k

SkyFire 1 MASTERLIST

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In the middle of November, Aurora was glued to her laptop as she watched the little clock in the corner of her screen ticking away the minutes. She finally hit refresh on her browser one last time and suddenly the new One Direction album was live. She pressed play on the first track, smiling excitedly as Steal My Girl started to play. While the song filled her headphones, she opened up new tabs, logging into Twitter to see how the fans were reacting to Four. She smiled as she scrolled through tweet after tweet of fans gushing about their love for not only the album but also for the 5 boys. She felt so much pride for what they had accomplished, having been present for much of the writing and recording of the album she knew just how hard each of them had worked on every single track. She knew they deserved every piece of praise they were receiving now. She texted Harry once she was about halfway through the album.

◊Aurora: I am so god damn proud of you. Call me when you’ve got a break between interviews.

She continued listening and reading and she had only 2 tracks to go when her phone lit up with Harry’s grinning face. “Congratulations baby!” she cheered when she answered the call, hearing him chuckle.

“What on earth are you doing up in the middle of the night?” he asked.

“Like I was going to wait until morning for the album release. I wanted to see how all the Brit fans were reacting to it before the Americans wake up.”

“And what’s the verdict?” Harry asked.

“Oh, everyone on twitter hates it,” she joked, laughing when she heard Harry let out a mock gasp. “No, they love it. As they should. It’s incredible H.”

“God, I miss you,” Harry sighed. “We’ve got interviews all day and I’m already exhausted.”

While he was talking, Aurora scrolled across a tweet about her and she quickly read it out to Harry.

>1DFan75: Has anyone else noticed that @.AuroraStark has writing credits on Where Do Broken Hearts Go and Fools Gold… what do I do with this information?

“I’m gonna reply,” she said.

“What are you gonna say?” he asked.

>AuroraStark: Hoping this was a good revelation for you. If so, I’d advise listening with the volume cranked and scream along at the top of your lungs. Enjoy and go support our boys. x

“Well you have fun on twitter babe, I gotta get back to the interviews.”

“Have fun,” Rori replied, “I’ll talk to you later ok.”

xXx

A few days after Four was released, Aurora boarded the StarkJet and flew to LA. She went straight to the hotel as soon as she arrived and started getting ready. She had just slipped into her mid-calf length black dress and was sitting on the edge of the bed strapping on her heels for the evening when there was a knock on the door.

Your face lit up when you opened the door to be greeted by all 5 members of One Direction, Harry standing in the middle wearing her favourite grin. She laughed as she briefly realised that they were also wearing all black outfits, ensuring that it would look as though she had intentionally dressed to match them. Harry stepped forward, sweeping her into his arms and pulling her into a bruising kiss as the other boys pushed passed them into the hotel suite.

“I missed you,” she whispered when they pulled apart. “You look fantastic by the way.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth, love,” Harry replied.

“Can you too stop sucking face so we can go?” Louis asked with a laugh, interrupting the couple’s reunion.

Rori rolled her eyes at her friend. “Do you want a cuddle too, Lou?” she joked, letting go of Harry to walk towards Louis with her arms spread wide.

“Good to see you again darl,” he said as the two hugged. “But let’s go, the car’s waiting for us out front.”

Aurora had an incredible night; unlike the previous year she was able to enjoy the evening without the crushing anxiety she had been under with the pressure of her first performance. Instead, she was able to play the role of dotting girlfriend, a role she absolutely loved. She cheered loudly when the boys won each of their three awards for the evening, kissing Harry when each win was announced before he made his way up onto the stage with the other boys to thank their fans. When they performed Night Changes, Aurora sat in the front row in awe, her eyes glossy with unshed tears and her face full of the love and pride she felt for the man she was lucky enough to have called hers for the last year. When the show finally came to an end, Harry and Rori said goodnight to the others as the boys headed to one of the afterparties. The young couple chose to skip the party and headed back to the hotel instead to spend some much needed time together before Aurora flew back to New York the next day.

xXx

Aurora finished up at Columbia a few days before Christmas and after many hugs’ goodbye to her fathers, she boarded a flight to Manchester to spend the Christmas break with Harry and his family. Since she wouldn’t be home, Tony and Steve had chosen to also take a trip for the holidays and were spending Christmas in Malibu, so without access to the jet, she was on a commercial flight and it was long. She spent the hours with her sketchbook spread open on the table in front of her seat, a coloured pencil behind each ear and another between her teeth as she worked. When the flight finally landed, Rori collected her things, throwing everything into her oversized handbag and slinging it over her shoulder before pulling her carry on out of the overhead bin. Once she made it through the arrival’s terminal, she began scanning the hall. She spotted Harry standing towards the back of the small crowd. He had his Green Bay Packers beanie pulled low, his curls poking out from underneath it, dark sunglasses covering his eyes and a heavy winter coat slung over his arm. His smile stretched across his face when he finally noticed Rori making her way towards him, his dimples popping in his cheeks.

“Hey you,” he greeted softly once she finally reached him.

“Hey you,” she echoed, letting go of her suitcases handle and leaning up on her toes to kiss him. They made their way towards the parking garage after pulling apart, one of Harry’s hands resting on her lower back while the other tugged her luggage along behind them.

The sun was sitting as they left the airport and turned south, Aurora’s hand was resting on Harry’s thigh and she watched the clouds turn salmon pink in the sky. It was dark when Harry pulled his landrover into the driveway of Anne and Robins house, and Rori smiled warmly when she climbed out of the car to find Anne stepping out onto the front step.

“Merry Christmas sweetheart,” Anne called out once Rori closed the car door behind her and crossed the small front garden to greet the older women. Harry joined them a moment later with Rori’s bags in his arms and Anne lead them both into the house. Even though they’d only been outside for a few moments, Aurora’s nose was red from the cold and she gratefully removed her coat, hanging it on the hooks in the entry hall. They continued on towards the kitchen from which Aurora could smell the roast in the oven. Robin was standing in the kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil as he prepared cups of tea for the four of them, and he happily hugged Aurora in greeting before turning back his task. Once the tea was ready, they all sat down around the kitchen table, catching each other up on everything since Aurora had last visited during the summer.

The next day was Christmas Eve and Gemma arrived that evening, just in time to join the family on the sofas in front of the tv, the fireplace crackling as they watched the Grinch who stole Christmas. Aurora had been quiet for most of the day, as she usually was on the anniversary of her mother’s death, but she’d found comfort in Harry’s constant presence by her side and had tried not to let her grief consume her as it had in previous years. By the time they found themselves snuggled up under a blank on the sofa, Aurora felt more at peace with her mother’s absence in her life than she thought possible.

Christmas with Anne, Robin and Gemma was filled with plenty of tea, cosy sweaters, cheesy movies and more food than any of them could eat. By the evening, Aurora was collapsed on the sofa, snuggled up against Harry’s side, sharing a soft blanket as the sound of Michael Bublé filled the living room and Gemma and Anne danced across the rug.

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 6 years ago

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Humans are Space Orcs “Friendship Bracelet.”

So this next story is based requests I have been getting frequently. Know that this is a rather large topic, so I may do similar prompts in the future.

Please keep sending me your ideas, comments, thoughts, and questions. I love seeing any and all of the above.

It takes almost 25 years for human offspring to reach full cortical maturity.

The average human can weight anywhere between 90 and 300 pounds with outliers dipping down to 70 pounds and reaching up to 700+.

Human skin color ranges on a scale of mostly brows and creams with translucent white at one end and ebony black at the other end. Heights can be anywhere from 4.5 to 7 feet on extreme ends of the spectrum.

Human hair is likewise set out on a spectrum of blond to black or, rarely, auburn, red or strawberry blonde.

Due to the nature of the human physiological structure, their infants are born surprisingly underdeveloped. To keep these infants alive, the humans create pack structures known as families. The classic nuclear family usually includes two parents and anywhere from 1- 20 children (in extreme cases) the parents are in charge of taking care of the offspring until a predetermined age when the offspring is expected to take care of themselves.

A human child reaches milestones of maturity which determine the health of the child. A window of age determines when it is normal for a human to talk, walk, laugh, smile, and begin speaking.

Humans are one of the only creatures in this galaxy to mature at such a slow degree. They are also one of the only species known to give live birth to their offspring, which may be why their children are born so vulnerable.

Human social ties are what keep the offspring alive until maturity.

***

Krill sat in the back of the car squished between two of the three brothers inside his specimen tube staring down at the snow which was coming down in thick flurries. Captain Vir and his second oldest brother sat in the back seat of the car as the old human drove his way careful through the snow. The other two brothers had taken the oldest brother’s care and would be following shortly behind.

Waffles, the dog, sat on the floor just in front of Krill head resting on the captain’s knee.

Apparently, it was normal for the humans to go out in weather like this. Traveling in a blizzard wasn’t unknown or even all that thought about. It used to be more hazardous when cars didn’t have emergency steering override, but now attached proximity alarms could track the movement of other objects around them and intervene if an accident was eminent.

It didn’t mean that krill wasn’t scared out of his mind. This all seemed very dangerous, but Captain Vir insisted to him that the family had been invited to a “Birthday party” at his sister’s house, and it would be rude not to come.

Krill was under the impression it would also be very rude to die, but what did he know?

The car skidded softly on some ice, and the old human grunted wrestling control back from the icy roads as he took a slow controlled turn onto another residential street parking himself behind a long line of cars.

Jeremy and the second David pulled up behind them, and they all got out of the car, the dog taking the lead to the correct door.

Captain Vir Held Krill’s specimen tube under one arm and a sparkly silver bag in the other hand.

“Prepare for mayhem, it’s going to be loud.”

Stomping the snow from their boots, the humans made their way up the steps and knocked on the door asking to be let in.

The door opened with a blast of noise not dissimilar to military grade decibel weapons. All of the humans, accept for the alpha female, cringed. Krill became very grateful for the control he had over his sensory systems.

Stepping inside was pandemonium. There were at least ten adults sitting at the distant table playing a game of cards, and there were about as many tiny humans. They ran around screaming and chasing each other with boundless energy. Their unsuppressed predatory play made Krill feel very uneasy.

He had never met a human child. He had seen them once or twice sure, but he had never interacted with one directly.

As soon as they walked in one of the human females rose from her seat and walked slowly over. She was relatively thin, aside from the massive bulge at her stomach which she kept protective hand over. Captain Vir walked closer and put an arm around her. She hugged him back before pulling away and frowning at his eyepatch, “What did you do to yourself, Adam.”

Captain Vir gave a sheepish grin, “I uh accidentally lobotomized myself.”

She frowned at him, but before she could say anything they were surrounded by a mass group of children chattering and pointing at Krill inside his test tube. One of the little humans let of a shrill scream and scampered towards his mother hiding behind her legs.

“Eww, what is it?” One of the tiny humans asked stepping back eyes wide with fear.

The rest of the human children huddled behind that first child nodding with large eyes.

All accept for one of the tiny humans. She was blonde, hair pulled back into two little tufts of hair on either side of her head. The puffy little outfit she wore was somewhere in the red spectrum though Krill couldn’t tell exactly what color. He had a suspicion it was the hue that humans called pink.

She wore a paper crown and held a sparkly stick with a star at one end.

She was the only one brave enough to come up to his containment unit eyes wide with curiosity instead of fear.

She looked up at Captain Vir, “Uncle Adam, is he your pet?”

Vir laughed and knelt to look at the little girl, “No this is my friend.”

The containment unit hissed open.

A few of the children screamed and ran towards their parents hiding behind older adult legs.

The little girl held her ground, “Oh, HI what’s your name!”

She was loud, and absolutely horrifying. He scooted himself behind captain Vir’s legs and away from the tiny predator and he sharp little teeth. The tiny human frowned and circled around towards Krill, “Hey, its ok, I’m not mean.”

Krill looked up at captain Vir who stood grinning down at him, “Come on, and introduce yourself to my niece.”

Krill did so hesitantly, “Hello…. Human larvae, I am Krill.”

The little girl giggled, “My name isn’t Larvae, its Kimber, and you can be my friend.” She announced clearly pleased with herself reaching out to grab one of Krill’s arms before he could stop her.

He nearly keeled over and died. Terrified that she was going to bring him back to her lair and eat him.

“Kimber,” Captain Vir warned, “Be easy.”

“Ok.” Her grip loosened, but she still tugged Krill along after her. He went almost too petrified to think as the group of tiny predators parted around her. Some curious some scared.

The next few hours were some of the most terrifying, and interesting, moments of his life, the tiny human female seemed to have claimed Krill as her property demonstrating this action by placing one of the colorful party hats on his head. She claimed the dog in the same way insisting that both of them participate in her “Tea party” where they were made to participating in ritual of drinking imaginary tea and making Smalltalk. Not that Krill had to do much talking, the tiny human had a lot to say about things that didn’t seem to exist.

He wondered if the human grub was sick.

Was she delusional?

Not only that but he witnessed what happened before humans were tamed. One small human, deciding that he was not getting what he deserved fell to the floor and assailed the adult humans with a sonic attack that rattled the windows.

The older humans winced, but came over to try and tell the small human to stop. In anger, the small human attempted to attack the larger counterpart.

It didn’t work, and the larvae was shut into a room by himself. He continued attempting to use the sonic attack, but the adults just laughed it off. His weaponry had been effectively defeated by the door.

Eventually more of the small creatures became brave enough to approach Krill.

And they asked an incessant amount of questions.

Was he a boy or a girl? Where was he from? What was his favorite color? Were those his eyes? What was that thing for?

Kimber was the first to grow tired of the questions and made her claim on him by announcing that she, and her new best friend were done answering questions. They were going to make friendship bracelets instead.

He watched in confused amazement as the tiny human passed colorful spheres onto a string presently presenting Krill with the gift afterwards. He wasn’t aware that you had to make someone a bracelet to be friends with them, but she seemed to insist that it was necessary to keep their friendship solid. When the bracelet wouldn’t fit on one of his legs she decided that a necklace would work just as well and ordered that he wear it around his neck.

Ok, he didn’t want to anger the tiny predator, so he put on the colorful beads. She seemed pleased.

Afterwards, she grabbed his arm and dragged him with her to the grownups announcing formally that Krill and She were now BFFs.

Catpain Vir grinned at Krill, and at Waffles who had been faithfully following Kimber around in hopes that she would feed her more cheerios left over from the tea party.

The dog was still wearing the colorful party hat.

“An interesting entourage you have there, Princess Kimber.” Captain Vir said

She beamed up at him quite pleased before demanding that, as Princess she should get some cake.

At least the hiatus left Krill with time to relax from some of the stress, of course that was relative come to learn that you could in fact FEEL unborn human larvae moving inside a human mother. That, he thought, sounded exactly like the plotline to one of those human horror films, though none of them seemed to think so instead, insisting that the miracle of birth was beautiful and whatever.

Krill begged to differ, he knew how big a human birth canal was, and it was not, in fact, large enough for a grapefruit….

Apparently it stretches.

Dear Nebulon that was disgusting.

They spent a good few hours there before the humans began trickling away with their offspring. With her friends gone, Kimber cajoled him into a tour of her “Play” room insisting he memorize the names of each and every one of her stuffed animals, because it would be rude for him to incorrectly address them.

During their third “tea party” She formally dubbed Captain Vir the pirate king because of his leg and eyepatch.

By the time it was their turn to leave, She insisted that Krill keep on the bracelet or it would ruin their friendship pact, and that would be unacceptable.

He was scared she would come find him and hunt him down, so he kept silent.

***

Thinks I have learned

Human offspring use sonic attacks to get other humans to do what they want. Sometimes it works depending on the exhaustion level of the adult in question.

To have a good relationship with a human grub, one must make an offering of a friendship bracelet or necklace as a proper introduction.

It is a normal ritual right to drink fake tea with a dog. It may be some sort of primitive indoctrination ceremony.

Though human larvae are more fragile than their older counterparts, they are also more aggressive and would probably kill you if given the chance, be glad they aren’t bigger.

Also important to note that human larvae are spawned in the heart of darkness growing to final maturity in the belly of their mothers, feeding off her body, by way unholy attachment, to feed their own hellish growth at which point they will claw their way from her womb potentially breaking her bones and ripping her open as a result…. They have tricked their human parents into thinking that this as acceptable birthing method.

Ballerinas are terrifying, but the human larva is a creature spawned of blood and darkness.

It is advised to accept all colorful gifts of friendship from these creatures lest they destroy you in your sleep.

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