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darthspideys · 4 years

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antithesis // one

din djarin x jedi! reader

summary: You expected to find another of yoda’s species, much less under the protection of a particularly stubborn mandalorian. Little do you know its that discovery that will change life as you know it, and put all three of you in danger you never saw coming.

words: ~2k

a/n: I really can’t believe that I'm finally posting this! I started this story more than a month ago, and I have been editing it and editing and editing which is not something that I normally do. I love this story, and I love this reader, and this story represents so much for me in terms of improving on my writing. Anyways welcome to the ride, hope you have fun :)

disclaimer: I h8 baby yoda and it shows

Disturbances in the force are easy enough to sense now. In the age of the empire, with Inquisitors, Darth Vader and The Emperor himself running around there was nothing but disturbance, a constant feeling of dread for those on the side of the light like any one of those sith could appear from around the next corner. Four years after the fall of the empire, things are calmer. It seems that the force is in balance, now that the emperor is dead though you know that since there are two jedi there have to be two sith somewhere else in the galaxy.

There’s always the threat of some other powerful sith making its way out from the shadows, finally deciding to finish what Palpatine started. So when Luke senses a disturbance in the force on Tatooine, something slicing through the calm waves of power, the two of you are a little bit nervous about what that could be. You feel it too, once he mentions it, it’s so easy for you to brush past those kinds of feelings because you're so used to them. However when you focus in, you feel it too, something is off.

You look back at Luke, who is staring down at his feet, not at the holo projector in front of the two of you and realize that whatever is happening on Tatooine isn’t the only thing that's off. You sense the uncertainty that he feels, and it confuses you, because it's not like the two of you havent been through this before. You tilt your head to the side, “Is there something I’m not seeing?” He doesn’t respond right away, “You seem uncertain.”

“I’m not-” He doesn’t know what to say, “It’s not about this exactly.”

You put your hand on his arm trying to pull him away from his thoughts, “Then what is it about?”

He turns to you, and you suddenly realize how close the two of you are. He leans in, whatever it is he wants to say, he doesn’t want anyone else to hear it if they happen to walk in. Not that there’s a high chance of anyone disturbing you, most of the senators are afraid if you to say the least. As it turns out the fact that the Jedi had been absent from the galaxy for the entirety of the empire turned them into more myth than truth. People assumed it had all been somewhat of a legend, that people with glowing light swords and all that power couldn’t have possibly existed. Therefore seeing the two of you glowing light swords and all in the senate building almost everyday made people a little uncomfortable.

He leans in, “I’m from Tatooine.”

“I’m aware,” You say, a small smile beginning to form on your face. You think he’s setting up a kind of joke, and that he’s been messing with you this entire time.

“I haven’t been back since my parents were killed.”

You nod. He looks sadly at the floor, and you can feel the emotion coming off of him in jagged waves of hurt and a longing of some sort. You don’t ask, because he knows that you can sense it. “I’ll go, okay?”

“Thank you.”

You’re still standing there when Leia appears in the doorway, arms crossed. When he sees her, Luke says good luck to you and walks out of the room. Leia saunters down the stairs and stands in front of you with her arms crossed again. The only thing you can think is that she definitely has the disappointed mother look down pat.

She asks, “What was that?”

“What was what?”

“What I just saw between the two of you.”

“There was nothing, less than nothing. He wants me to go to the desert, what you just witnessed was a punishment.”

She makes a face, “That is bad.” Then she pauses, “Don’t think that I don’t know what’s going on with you.”

“Nothing is going on with me, not a single thing. I just hang out here or I’m going to some random planet to make sure nothing untoward is happening, and sometimes I pull out my laser sword and use it to cut down trees or something. That is my life, nothing is going on.”

She doesn’t believe you and you can tell. You wish she wouldn’t look at you like that, you wish that no one knew about it. “Other than the fact that you're in love with my brother, of course,” She’s laughing at you which makes the whole thing worse somehow.

“We are not talking about that,” Your voice gets way higher than you mean it too. You cough and try to lower it, “We are never talking about that because I have to go to Tatooine.” And with that you walk out of the room ceremoniously leaving Leia to just shake her head.

Tatooine is just as terrible as you thought it would be. As soon as you get off your ship, your feet sink down into the sand which sends a chill through your body. It’s the kind of place where you can’t quite get your footing, because the wind is always blowing more sand around everything is always shifting. That and it’s unbearably hot, which is not helped by the sand. It seems to reflect the sun and make it even hotter. You hate it, and you wonder if Luke really meant what he said or if he just hates it here too.

You give him the benefit of the doubt because he’s him, and the two of you have been through enough for you to assume that he did have a good reason for sending you here alone. You have no idea what that reason could possibly be, but you know it’s something. Ahead of you, you see what you think is a structure sticking out of a nearby cave. You walk forward and sink into the sand as you do, feeling lucky that you were born on a farm.

As you get closer you see that it is a small structure built into the side of a cave so that it’s bigger. Right when you’re close enough to be seen, the hair on the back of your neck stands straight up and you duck as fast as you can. As soon as you're on the ground, a blaster bolt flies right over your head and you sigh. Whatever this is, there’s something guarding it that does not want to be found. You roll your eyes and try to get to a better position all while spitting sand out of your mouth. This is not going to be as easy as you thought it was.

Instead of getting back onto your feet you roll to the side where there’s a large rock sticking out of the ground and get behind it. In hindsight, you shouldn’t have been right out into the open when you didn’t know what was ahead of you. Luke would have reminded you of that, if only he were here.

Before you can finish your thought, a Mandalorian in full armor walks out of the structure and stands at the entrance with a blaster clutched in his hand. “Holy shit,” That shakes you to your core, you thought they were all gone or at least most of them. You duck down behind the rock again, trying not to make a sound. Suddenly you can’t catch your breath and you're panicking not because you're afraid but because of something else. More so than when you first got here, you regret coming and you regret coming alone.

You climb to the top of the rock and try to peek over again. Normally there would be some kind of strategy involved but you’ve decided that you're just gonna show off a little bit and see what sticks. You jump on top of the rock, which is up higher than you realized and he starts shooting as soon as he sees you.

You duck every shot and jump off the rock which lands you a few feet away from him. He takes a shot right at the head, and you stop it midair which is part of the showing off strategy. That surprises him, which you expected, the whole blaster bolt hanging in the air is quite something. You let it hang for a minute and then move a few inches to the right and let it go so it crashes into the rock.

“Hello there,” You say and give a little wave.

He lunges at you this time, dropping his blaster to the side once he realizes that it’s probably useless. Oh he wants to go hand to hand, you think and it makes you smile. He comes at you with a flurry of easily dodge-able kicks and punches to which you respond by coming back just as hard with your own. You push him back farther and father, not letting up so that he doesn't even have time to think that he could beat you. Soon enough you have him on the ground pinned using the force mostly but a bit of your own body weight. You blow straight hair out of your face and say, “That was fun, now you have something that I need.”

And as if on cue a small green thing walks out of the opening and stands at your feet. “Holy fuck,” Your eyes widen as you realize that thing looks a lot like Yoda. You can feel it immediately, he is what you're looking for. “You have a little baby-“

He takes advantage of the fact that you're distracted and flips you over onto the ground so that he’s the one with the advantage. You curse again, your voice low, because it hurt when you hit the ground, badly enough that you can’t get back up. He looks at you and sighs before grabbing onto your leg and pulling you through the sand and into the hut. “So you're just gonna pull me? You're just gonna pull me through the sand through the disgusting sand, sir-“ when you hit hard ground and your head bounces up, “And now you're gonna drag me against rocks? Little inhumane don’t you think?”

You can tell he’s glaring at you, even with the helmet as he drops your legs to the ground dramatically. The child stands at his feet watching the entire thing, “How did you find me?”

“I don’t know if you know this, but that thing-“ Your eyes are fixed on the child, “Is a beacon to anyone who can use the force.”

“The what?”

You roll your eyes, “Why does that not surprise me?” He’s genuinely confused, and you can tell, though it's not going to stop you from pushing his buttons as much as you can.“I could explain, if you would just let me up-“ You try and sit up, but he points another blaster in your face. “Or not.” You raise your arms over your head, but he doesn’t seem like he’s getting the message. “Yeah okay this has been fun and all but-“ With one move of your finger the blaster flies out of his hand and against the wall the sound echoing throughout the cave. You take advantage of his confusion, and get to your feet, even though you're a little shaky and there’s a lot of sand in your hair.

You pull your lightsaber out of its holster, surprised that he hasn’t noticed it there. You light it and hold it right at his throat. His beskar armor can repel lightsaber strikes, you know that but you're not sure he does, or at the very least the throat is open enough for you to kill him if need be. He steps back and raises his own arms in surrender, understanding that he’s beat for the most part. The blade glows bright green, reflecting off his armor barely, and you smile, “We’re gonna play nice now, okay?”

He realizes something, “Jedi.”

#din djarin x reader #din djarin #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfic #the mandalorian imagine #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin fanfic #din djarin imagine #anithesis series #din djarin x you #din djarin x y/n #hey hellow if this flops I will cry just warning you

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sothischickshe · 4 years

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Great picks! But I actually meant fanfic authors

Oh lollll see this is why you've gotta be specific 😂

ok so i thought there’d be more elements to this matrix, but i think a couple of them cancel each other out? liiiike, i think i pretty much know what my fave stories are (and i even know who wrote them, go me), but a lot of those authors havent written thaaaat much stuff and/or aren’t writing gg ff any more, and im a greedy bitch yknow? but on the seventh foot, i guess it adds to the ~Mystique yknow? so!

fireinsideforfun

cons: only two stories

pros: both stories disgustingly iconic, one of which is a WIP and so you get coveted update excitement swiping at you out of nowhere!

@ohmisterjapan / ohmisterjapan

cons: hasn’t posted anything in a while which is fine but i do hope they return to the fandom one day

pros: every story is amazing

@johnisntevendead / convolutedConcussion

cons: seems to have left the fandom :( and im greedy :(

pros: the RANGE! gorgeous writing, great comedy & amazing smut

@septiembur / septiembre

cons: cannot be trusted. you’ll hear nothing for ‘months’ and then suddenly there’ll be five fics!! cannot be good for your blood pressure.

pros: got basically all the angst our of her system in her first (PERFECT) fic then made a habit of writing established relationship brio where they’re still pointy and annoying. wrote beth concussing rio really adorably?! blatantly loves nonsense more than even me. will slowly edge beth and rio into the background to focus on jane instead bc she’s more interesting.

mintletters16

cons: only 3 fics, one is a WIP. hasnt posted for a long time :(

pros: the RANGE! and all 3 fics are perfect

thatbluenote

cons: only 3 fics. hasnt posted for a long time :(

pros: three fucking perfect fics. When we fall asleep particularly lives in my head rent free

odenkirk

cons: only 1 fic

pros: it’s like offensively good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@betterhomesandhobbits / EnsignDisaster

cons: wrote a fic abt a film which i still havent seen, which i consider to be rude

pros: the RANGE!!!!!!! BUDDY THE DOG POV, HELLO!!!!

@hypermania / prettylittlementirosa

cons: has to be bullied to put tumblr prompts on ao3

pros: the RANGE!!!! annie/nancy, rio/turner beth/rio, all gorgeous

entitled

cons: only one gg fic and it’s a WIP and they havent updated it in a long time :( :( :(

pros: it’s so fucking good though

hereliesbethboland

cons: has left the fandom & deleted all the stories :( :( :(

pros: they were really good though

cons: very sleepy

pros: caters very specifically to my interests

#what #i said i was greedy #nbc good girls #tv #fanfiction #fanfic

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seijch · 4 years

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ANNOUNCEMENT: NOT A HELLO, BUT NOT A GOODBYE EITHER

omg hi ... im like . ashamed to come back after saying brief hiatus in october and then disappearing off the face of the earth til FEBRUARY but under the cut i will be explaining myself and the following, if youre interested (and a tl;dr at the very bottom if you don’t wanna scroll thru this obnoxiously long post):

the reason(s) i was gone for so long

what i was doing during that time (its just a personal account yall can scroll past this idrc)

the status of those um . halloween requests

the future of this account

i. so . Hiatus .

i know. i know . i probably mentioned it when i made the announcement post, but my mental health likes to go on one of those rides. yknow the ones where you go like up rlly fast then down maybe and then up then DOWN .... its like that. i needed a break and every time i wanted to come back or thought about it, something would happen and i would get stuck in my own head.

a big reason for getting stuck in my head was (and i hate to admit this ... i hate to admit that i have Insecurities On The Internet) my feelings of inadequacy regarding my writing. i love to plot fics, i love concepts and characters and making little headcanons but i dont ... know if i love writing rn. and i thought for the longest time that like . whatever ill just push thru it its fine ill be fine but it kinda wasnt lmao you can kinda see it in my halloween reqs and what become of them when i get to that but i began to feel like nothing i had put out or would put out would hold up prose wise (and normally i dont feel like this im much more “idc its my life im living it” but thats not a rant for tumblr LMAO). i still feel like that -- like im better as a reader than a writer. but . You Know :-)

tl;dr: mental state go brrrrr

ii. anywhere here’s wonderwall

when i left, i was in a steadily decreasing mental and emotional state, made worse by a situation at work that really was a case of petty jealousy on my end and rlly isnt very consequential now despite how much pain and resentment it gave me when it Was a problem so i wont get into it. the tl;dr of november and december was me using work as an crutch and distraction -- i know my job, i do it well, it helped me not think about my responsibilities and obligations and inadequacies. of course, as the holiday season grew busier n busier i was scheduled so often that i moved 88 or so miles (according to my apple watch, which i ONLY wear at work since im never anywhere else outside my house) and fell into a cycle of showering n sleeping at my house before going back the next day. (theres definitely something to be said abt capitalism and “grind culture” here but once again its not the time or place snsjkdfds)

at the turn of the new year, i happened to remember a birthday card i hadnt filed away for safekeeping from a friend of mine that id been horribly out of touch with til that point. i started crying because i realized how out of touch id been in general up until that point. the month of january was great for me: i was focused, happy, and in a much better place than i had been before. the end of it brought me down focus wise and im hoping that enough time away from my distractions will refocus me bc i ... need it LMAO and though ive burned out from that level of productivity and gotten distracted again im ... trying to stay positive which i think is the most i can do 😁👍🏼

media wise, i got real into stardew valley (but burned out bc i played it extensively as a way to wind down after work), the pokemon platinum romhack renegade platinum (still havent finished it bc of school n i played it w the intent to see if i could nuzlocke it ... bitch its so hard but its so fun bc of it), briefly assassins creed: odyssey (im one of those ppl who completes an entire region before i move to the next so you can tell i burned out of that one + wouldnt have the time to properly devote to it even if i didnt), got back into genshin impact after pulling for xiao (after not touching it for like . months), and danganronpa. yes . danganronpa 😐 i Know. i stopped playing it after the second trial of the first game bc i was so hurt by the outcome and picked it up in late january only to get sucked in (thank god i had the foresight to buy the second and third games during the steam winter sale). rn im at the start of chapter 4 if anyone wants to come in my asks and um . talk to me abt danganronpa

tl;dr: I’m Into Danganronpa Now

iii. you realize halloween was three months ago right

i mentioned this in the first section, but i love to plot things. every request is plotted or at least has a solid foundation. i had fun detailing what concept i wanted to go with considering what i was given, and there were some bangers i might touch up in the future. but heres whats going to happen to the requests themselves:

there are two finished requests. one will be posted tomorrow and the other will be touched up (just bc i finished it doesnt mean its good 🧍‍♂️) and scheduled for next saturday. as for the ones i never got around to ...

i will not be finishing those requests. i hate to be That Person, but i feel like we all expected this 🧍‍♂️ what i will do is post all of my notes for each request in batches -- requests that have an @ to go with them will be mentioned in the post proper, but anon asks will be pictured. (there are some asks that came from blogs who are now deactivated but i wrote down all the prompts and remember most of those askers so ill cross that bridge when i get there) there will most likely be an excerpt or two simply bc i think i mightve written a few plot points or interactions in the form of bullet points. i rlly am sorry about doing this but i remember looking at my notion doc with all the prompts and feeling ... like i wasnt measuring up n it wasnt just to myself or to some intangible concept of “other” id constructed but it was instead to those who requested n actually WANTED to see and hear and read my writing and i ...... im gonna admit thats another big reason i avoided this site.

regardless, youll definitely get what i have (and likely more than just my bullet points and illegible handwriting).

tl;dr: im sorry. what i have in terms of plot, concept, and interaction for every request will be posted, but i cant say ill ever complete them and mean it.

iv. so what now?

well i mean . im not entirely sure how sold i am on haikyuu in the content creation department (as a creator n to a lesser extent, as a consumer). as mentioned previously, its no longer my primary focus. it doesnt mean im not into haikyuu anymore; i have a lot of love for those boys but i cant rlly say im even caught up w recent fandom activity and also havent even finished s4 pt2 LMAO thats on my to do list

and despite all that, i still want to share my plots n concepts and snippets and maybe even fics. it wont happen anytime soon. it might not even happen. but i mean . its better than me saying i wont write ever again shjdkfs but either way ill probably use this blog as a personal blog w the occasional ask game for dialogue prompts (those are always so fun i love making up aus to fit like . the most mundane prompts)

as for my works (past and any potential future), ive opened an ao3 acc here n ill be editing n possibly expanding on my old works to post there. tumblr, to me, is The x reader hub, but i figure more x reader fics on ao3 is never a bad thing.

ill be deleting/posting drafted posts to the queue since they were all meant to be queued anyway as well as (sorry again 🧍‍♂️) deleting or answering asks in the inbox. (moots if you get a notif from me saying i rbed your post from months ago ... mind your business) im very hard to get ahold of and its ... a problem. expect an overhaul of the nav n shit to reflect my new direction n also because i feel like i cant tell if my passion for carrd is shared by the majority HSDKLFS maybe its better to read my info in a normal post ykwim .......

and of course . if youve read all this n decided im no longer worth the follow, i sure as hell cant stop you. thank you for wanting to, at some point, hear what i have to say -- it means more than you think.

tl;dr: writing will be edited and reposted to ao3, this blog will be a personal blog with a hint of writing (sometimes)

the tl;dr to end all tl;drs:

im back! i wont be as active as i used to due to a lessened interest in haikyuu in general, but i have an ao3 acc now where all my past work will be edited, possibly expanded, and reposted. any future work will also find itself there. my halloween requests will be posted in batches as incomplete concepts, plots, and snippets of scenes; i wont be promising to finish any of them.

there are still fic concepts im attached to and want to finish, but i cant promise any more writing on my end. this blog will be a personal blog with maybe writing, not a writing blog with my personal thoughts all over it.

regardless if you stick around or not, its been crazy sexy cool (equal emphasis) being on haikyuu tumblr even tho i wasnt around for long ... even tho its not my main focus anymore, im still excited to see what the future might hold 🤝

love, ari 💌

#did i have an announcement tag #announcement #also regarding work hsjkdfsd the company i work for didnt give my location the opening for the full time position i wanted #my managers all agree id be promoted if we had it but we dont so i . hee .#anyway um i hope everyones doing well #some of my moots changed urls while i was away and now i have no idea who anyone is #its like when you see your familys friends and theyre like omg youre so big now! i remember when you were a baby and youre like 🧍‍♂️#and you have to play along bc apparently they remember you hskdfsd #im not very funny in this post but i figured id rather be honest considering my lengthy absence #consider this my comeback stage

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mike-wachowski · 3 years

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fic writer review!

thanks for the tag @thebluewritingbench and @mssirey :D

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

just 6! im an ao3 baby lol

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

something like 31k?

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

2 officially (wynonna earp and supercorp) but i used to write some Carmilla stuff back in 2015/16 (all lost to the wind now)

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

first up: you can tell a whole story with a taste , my rivals chefs au that lives in my head rent free

second: i’ve been selfish, i’ve been wrong , my angsty ass 6x08 supercorp phone call scene write

third: you have stolen my heart (now don’t go away) a wayhaught 1920s au where nicole is a hot genderqueer cryptozoologist and waverly is her anthropologist gf

fourth: my tumblr shorts dump XD. ao3 home to the l-truck au.

fifth: goodbye & hello , an angsty oneshot about nedley dying and nicole dealing w that.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

I try and respond to every comment on my fics if im currently working on it/posting it. i have let some slip just because theyre on fics i havent updated in like... 5 months lol

6. A fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending

i mean, someone left this comment on i’ve been selfish, i’ve been wrong...

7. Do you write crossovers?

nope! i do have this kinda crack idea for a fic thats nia & brainy joining the legends of tomorrow crew after the supergirl finale tho.

8. Ever received hate on a fic?

i dont think so? i have had people compare my fics to other fics though, which is not super fun lol

9. Do you write smut?

haha nope ! that is not my vibe lol. i major respect the folks who do though!

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i sure hope not!

11. Ever had a fic translated?

nope!

12. Have you ever co-written a fic?

no, but im super open to it if anyone wants to link up 0_0

13. All time fav ship?

honestly, idk if i have one! but im forsure loving supercorp rn.

14. WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

i’ve been working on this supercorp cyberpunk au for MONTHS thats kicking my ass. every other week i abandon it and then three days later i come crawling back...

15. Writing strengths?

i think probably my fluff writing? a lot of folks say they like the way i write domesticity, fluff and soft stuff

16. Writing weaknesses?

i feel like i have a hard time writing emotion sometimes? also romance. i can write everything up until the second before characters kiss, and then when they do its:

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

i probably wouldn’t feel comfortable with it without a native speaker helping me out.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Carmilla. I actually wrote alot of Hollence stuff (i know, its a crime) but i had a friend who really liked them as a pair so i mostly wrote for her XD

19. What’s your fav fic you’ve written so far?

its probably a toss up between rival chefs au and the l-truck au (simone qiertz Kara my beloved)

okie dokie ! everyone who i would tag has already been tagged XD so im just gonna tag anyone reading this who wants to do it! tag me back so i can read ur responses :D

#mike speaks #mike writes #mike does tag memes #mike talks in the third person #okay im done

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fresafresitawrites · 4 years

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hemera: goddess of the day

my second vignette in my creative writing class! posting this here so everyone can have fun reading and also cuz i havent posted anything in a while. it’s not that long, so if u can read thatd be so appreciated !!! inspirations: a party i went to with my art history friends and anne carson’s eros the bittersweet

rest of the vignette is under the read more

I waited outside Hemera’s apartment building, wiping my shoes on the doormat and holding the champagne bottle she asked me to get. She was still 20 until next March and I turned 21 back in June, so for the next few months this would be my job.

The October air was crisp and sharp. The occasional gust of wind felt like needles on my skin. I’m glad that before heading to Hemera’s, my mom convinced me to wear the Sherpa-lined Levi’s jacket she bought me at a Black Friday sale last year—- 70% off.

The door swung open.

“Andrew!” Hemera’s sudden embrace knocked me back a little. The rollers in her hair scratched the surface of my cheeks when she hugged me, and I was hit with the scent of coconut milk shampoo. A tropical wave juxtaposed with the autumn breeze.

“Hey, is no one else here yet?”

She didn’t let go of me. She hadn’t seen me in a while ever since she started a new job at an Italian restaurant near Union Square, and I’ve been working late-shifts at the bookstore since the holidays were around the corner. “Oh, here.” I gave the liquor store bag.

“You got it!” I closed the door behind me as I entered the lobby. “They use this brand at work, so I wanted to try it.” Her black nails tapped against the green bottle before handing it back to me. “And no, I actually told them to come at seven because I know if I asked you to come early you wouldn’t have done it.”

“Oh really?” I wasn’t actually surprised but I wasn’t going to argue with her either. She’s probably right anyway. I followed her up the three flights of stairs and into her studio, hanging my coat behind the door. She went back to unraveling her curls in front of the bathroom mirror. I leaned against the doorway. Her sink was covered in hair and make-up products.

“You would’ve said, vos! Jou’re gonna make me clean your room while jou do jour make-up again.” She exaggerated my accent. I’ve been a New Yorker for eleven years, but Argentina will always ring in my voice. “Anyway, can you clean you room? I have to brush out my hair.”

“No.” I started peeling off the foil of the bottle.

She turned around, snatching the bottle away from me.

“Not until everyone’s here!”

“All right, whatever.”

I was going to help her straighten the place out anyway. Hemera lived in a studio apartment that she moved into just last year, despite her mom’s disapproval. On the night of her move-in day, we lay down on the hardwood-- since she hadn’t gotten her couch yet-- and shared a bag of Doritos.

“Do you think she’ll be okay? All she has is the cat now.” She meant her mom. “Maybe things should be like they were back in like, the old times. She always talks about how full the house back in Mexico used to be, even my great-grandmother lived there. Three generations! With the kids and everything. There was so much noise… and now it’s just Pepino.” She rolled over to face me. “I miss my kitty already!”

Hemera sometimes had this way of speaking where nostalgia tinted her voice with memories that weren’t hers. I could name more people in her family than my own.

The entire apartment was the size of my mom’s bedroom. The hardwood creaked with every other step, the pipes under the kitchen sink moaned like ghosts, and the walls were covered with floral wallpaper tearing at the edges, but Hemera treated her apartment as if everything was made of gold. I would too, honestly.

I cleared up the wooden coffee table by removing piles of open mail—mostly bills and Target coupons—printed recipes, and scripts from her theater classes. I didn’t know what else to do with them, so I just hid everything under her pull-out couch. On the kitchen counter, she had those trays of assorted cheeses and meats—to be fancy for her college friends. I rummaged through the cabinets and found her supply of Hot Cheetos to snack on while I reheated the pasta on the stove she made for the guests.

“Okay, how do I look?”

I followed her voice. Her hair was curled up in short rings, like black garden roses, and her eyes were dusted with purple and black eyeshadow. Or eyeliner, I didn’t know, but the glitter illuminated her tan skin. She was dressed in her signature all-black style. In a lace, spidery dress that hugged her curves and ended at her thighs. She sparkled under the dim lighting of her apartment, like a crystal in a cave. In Greek mythology, Hemera was the goddess of the day, but Hemera always reminded me more of Nyx, crowned in dark mist and black-winged.

In high school, Hemera spent most of her time woven in the arms of the upright bass player from our orchestra class. He was long haired and mysterious, as she liked them. She would ask me to French braid her hair before their dates, having me incorporate the artificial flowers he’d give her into her strands. This was something my mom taught me how to do so it’d take less time to get my sisters ready in the morning when they were younger. Maybe it was Hemera’s smooth hair, or the scent of her Jasmine perfume, or watching her finally leave, but my thoughts turned to poetry. The night he broke up with her she cried on the edge of my bed.

This was when she crawled towards me, placed her hand on the calculus textbook on my lap, and kissed me.

And in that moment, any romantic feelings I had towards her dissolved into a fog.

I read in an essay once how unrequited love is a form of escapism. Briefly, perfection exists in the form of a person who you believe is immaculate. Once the feeling is returned, you realize their judgment is flawed because they’ve decided to like you of all people. They lose their divinity. The Greeks spoke of a similar sentiment, Eros: the desire for what is missing. You desire only what you lack. Once something, or someone, is finally in your possession, you can no longer want it.

And where’s the fun in that?

“Hello? Andrew? Andrés Ibarra? Do I have to say it in Spanish? Does my ass look fat or not?”

She walked over to the full-length mirror, answering her own question and taking pictures on her phone. “Also, can you not be weird around my friends? You always talk about that time you swore you saw a UFO and I don’t think you realize how much of a weirdo you sound like telling that story.”

I sprinkled some of the Hot Cheetos dust from the bag onto her pasta and stirred.

“No problem.”

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banghyung · 5 years

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and they were roommates (s)

word count - 3k

warnings - parties, drinking, minimal drunken smut scenes, alcohol, fingering

member - Hongjoong of ATEEZ

request - “Can I request a tsundere Hongjoong (ATEEZ) angst/fluff.” and “Hey can you write smut with Hongjoong from ATEEZ?”

a/n - ok so i know that being turned on doesn’t sober you up, but let’s just pretend that in the world where you’re best friends with san and share an apartment with hongjoong that being turned on does in fact sober you up ok thanks :) ngl the angst is a little,,,, weird?? just because i knew i wanted the scene of them yelling at each other but when i went to go write it i realized that they didn’t really have much of a reason to yell at each other so i just kinda pulled something out of my ass. also,,, i know this was supposed to be posted monday but i went a little overboard with it since i was combining the two requests :))) p.s i have an interview in approx 10 hours,,, its about 5 am,,,,, and i havent slept yet soo wish me luck

You weren’t sure what you were signing up for when you agreed to share an apartment with a friend of a friend that you had never met until a few days before he moved in. What you were sure of, however, was that you were in desperate need of someone to split the rent with, and how bad could they be if you had mutual friends? You convinced yourself that, at worst, they would be messy, loud, and way too outgoing for your tastes - at best, clean, friendly, and just the right amount of social anxiety to spruce everything up. What you got? Kim Hongjoong.

“Come on,” your mutual friend, San, urged, “he can’t be that bad to live with.”

“It’s not that he’s bad to live with,” you explained, “I just don’t know how to take him.” San raised his eyebrows suggestively. “Oh come on, you know that’s not what I meant.”

“Well, what do you mean? Do you not get along?”

“That’s the thing - I don’t know.”

“How do you… not know… if someone doesn’t like you,” San asked incredulously.

“He just,” you flailed your hands around, not quite sure how to word what you were trying to say.

“Oh yeah, no, I completely understand. He just,” San mocked, moving his hands in a similar fashion.

You glared at your friend, who laughed and continued to sip on the milkshake sitting in front of him. “He just, locks himself in his room constantly, which is fine I mean to each their own - but whenever I try and talk to him he either acts like I just bored him so much that he lost 5 years off of his lifespan or he just blinks at me like I’m speaking another language. I don’t think he dislikes me, and I don’t dislike him, but…”

“But you just don’t know how to take him.”

“Exactly!”

“I mean have you considered that what you’re saying is either so boring that you really are depleting his life force and/or saying something so stupid that he really does think you’re talking in another language?”

“Please, for the love of everything good in the universe, please remind me why I’m friends with you?”

“Because your life would be boring without me.” San winked. “But, I do have a class starting in, about 2 minutes ago so I better get going,” he said, getting up from his seat as if he has all the time in the world, “I’ll talk to you later, sweet cheeks.”

“Hope you don’t trip on your way!”

��I’ll do it just for you, honey bunches.” You smiled and rolled your eyes. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you checked the time and noticed that you were almost late for your daily nap, an appointment you couldn’t afford to miss at this point in the semester. You quickly picked up your bag and began the trek home.

Walking into your apartment, you hung your keys on the rack and immediately ran to your room - not in fear of seeing your roommate, but in excitement of seeing your bed.

“Hello gorgeous,” you spoke as you flopped down onto your mattress, “I’ve missed you.”

“Do you normally talk to your bed like its your lover,” you heard a voice ask.

You whipped around, sitting up quickly as you realized who was standing in the doorway. Your mouth hung in an ‘o’ shape, starstruck by the fact that he was even talking to you, nonetheless how casual his statement was.

“I see I walked in on a very important milestone in your relationship, I’ll leave you to it, then,” Hongjoong said as he began to walk away.

You sat there for a few minutes after he walked away, your mind reeling. Months into your cohabitation and the first words he speaks to you are after hearing you gush over your bed. As expected, you though, I am an Idiot.

The commotion, or lack thereof, left you thoroughly confused. So confused that your nap time had come and passed, and you were still laying on your back, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out what you possibly could have done to make this man act so coldly towards you. Was it something you said when he first moved in? Were you too strict about cleanliness before even allowing him a chance to get settled? Did you unknowingly interrupt something that he was doing in his bedroom and he just held a secret grudge against you for it? Maybe he has a girlfriend and the fact that he’s rooming with you is causing problems with their relationship. Maybe San had hyped you up too much and Hongjoong found himself very disappointed in the person that he now has to live with until the end of the leasing contract. Maybe - you didn’t know. You were sure that you had given Hongjoong no reason to dislike you. Most of the cleaning that he did - he just did, without you having to ask him. The only words you’ve spoken to him are greetings when you see him around the flat or inquiring as to whether or not he would be going to some event held by your mutual friends, as far as you knew you were never harsh or short with him, but yet he looks at you like you’re some kind of alien species.

“Whatever,” you mumble to yourself. “Let him be this way, I could be a much worse roommate.” You finally rolled out of bed, the grumbling of your stomach the only thing keeping you from just calling it a night, and head into the kitchen. Of course, who else would you see but Mr. Judgemental, as you had decided to call him, sitting at the table with his nose buried in a book while he shovels cereal into his mouth.

Hongjoong looks up for just a second, long enough to make eye contact before looking back at his book. You steeled yourself, ready to be the cold, hard bitch you had just convinced yourself that you were. You opened your mouth, ready to start a fight, when instead you asked, “Are you going to that party San and Yunho are planning?” Hongjoong shrugged, not taking his eyes off of his book. “If you decide to go maybe we could carpool, or something. Ya know, saving the environment and all.”

“I’ll let you know,” he replied abruptly, quickly putting an end to the conversation.

“Alright,” you said awkwardly as you grab a box of cereal out of the cupboard. “Well, have a good night.” And with that you all but sprinted back into the safety of your room, only a box of cereal in hand.

Three days later and you were still rolling in self hatred over your multiple awkward encounters with Hongjoong. However, as the party that San and Yunho promised would be an “absolute rager” started in a little less than four hours, you were bound and determined to turn your luck around.

“What I need,” you said to yourself as you walked to your closet, “is a good fuck.”

You nodded to yourself, a small smile growing on your lips in anticipation of the possibilities that the night might hold. You moved over to your phone, pressing play on your favorite playlist and dancing across your room. The words of your favorite song fall out of your lips as you glide across the floor while, unbeknownst to you, your smile is mirrored on the face of your roommate as he stops shortly in front of your door and gazes upon your lightheartedness.

“You’re here,” San yells excitedly as you walk through the door, throwing his arms around you in a common drunk-San manner. Hongjoong had turned down your second offer of giving him a ride to the party, explaining that he wasn’t feeling up to the party scene, except in fewer words. You wrapped your arms around your best friend, telling him of your plan for the night.

San’s eyes lit up. “Alright then, we have work to do. Let’s go!” He grabbed your hand, pulling you to the dance floor, or the area where people seemed to be dancing. You looked warily at the people that were packed into the room, pressed against one another and spilling alcohol everywhere. “Oh stop worrying. Here, drink this.” San handed you his cup and you took a swig, your eyes watering as you struggled to swallow the disgusting liquid.

“Are you drinking straight vodka,” you asked, your throat on fire.

“No,” San yelled back, “it’s gay vodka! Have some more!”

You rolled your eyes despite the smile growing on your face, taking one more swig before handing the cup back to San. He downed the rest of the drink before grabbing your hand once more, pulling you into the throng of partygoers.

The amazing thing about parties is that reality is never quite what it seems - what feels like hours could be only minutes, and what feels like minutes have been hours. That’s how you feel when you unlock your phone for the first time since arriving and read the time: 2:38 AM. You groan inwardly, the night was escaping you and you had yet to find someone to give you what you needed. Thinking you weren’t drunk enough, you move towards the kitchen, getting into the hidden cabinet where San hides his favorite alcohol. Forgoing a cup, you pour the equivalent of at least 5 shots of vodka right down your throat and turn back to the crowd.

You weren’t sure when it started, but all you were aware of was someone’s lips drunkenly crashing into your own. You opened your eyes slightly, wondering if you had somehow made a grave mistake and wound up kissing San. The good news: you weren’t kissing San. The bad news: you definitely recognized the man who was feverishly kissing you, but you couldn’t place from where. Knowing you were too drunk to think properly, you threw yourself back into the kiss - wrapping your arms around the stranger’s neck and pulling him closer to you.

He pressed his body up against yours, pinning you to the wall as his hands moved to grab hold of your hips and pull them to his own. Your breath hitched as you felt his length against you, the anticipation of what was to come slowly pulling you out of your drunken stupor. His hands were desperate as they ran up your sides, and yours found themselves entangled in his hair.

As the kiss grew in intensity, you found yourself searching for some type of friction, and rolled your hips against his in your search. A strangled groan escaped him as he pushed you back against the wall, his lips moving to your neck and leaving wet kisses down your skin. You reached down, placing your hand against his growing bulge and stroking his length through his jeans.

Another broken groan escaped his mouth as he whispered in your ear, “Two can play at that game.” You felt his hands slide down the sides of your thighs before moving towards your heat. The man, whose identity you still were not sure of, pushed your skirt up onto your stomach, revealing the lacy underwear that you had worn for this exact occasion. He moved his head from the crook of your neck, where it had fallen as you continued to try and rub him through his jeans, as he looked down at you. “Delicious.”

Your eyes shot open at his words, and you quickly looked down at his jeans. Your hands flew to the button, desperate to rid him of the material when you felt his fingers gently ghost over you. You bit your lip in frustration as your eyes fluttered shut once more, and you heard the man laugh breathily. “I wish I could see you like this all the time,” he whispered in your ear as he lightly traced his fingers along your thighs, inching closer to where you were desperate to have him touch, but not getting close enough. “You look so adorable all desperate and worked up, I wouldn’t mind seeing this every day.”

Having enough of his teasing, your hand flew back to his hardened bulge, his pants unbuttoned but unmoved. You pushed his pants down his hips just enough to slip your hand into his boxers. He gasped loudly as you made contact with his throbbing member, and his fingers immediately pushed aside the barely-fabric of your panties and his thumb began rubbing circles onto your clit. Your eyes rolled back as he pushed a finger into you, his thumb never stopping. Your hand, which had started to haphazardly jerk him off, stuttered as your knees grew weak.

“If I knew it was this easy to get you wet I would have done this ages ago baby girl,” the man groaned, his voice hitching every few words due to your actions on his length. He pushed another finger into you, and a deep moan left your mouth. Your free hand wrapped around the man’s shoulders, pulling him closer to you.

“Do you like that?” You nodded quickly, biting your lip to keep endless moans from spilling out. “No, no, no. Let me hear you.” He moved his free hand up to your mouth and pulled your lip from between your teeth, before pressing his lips against yours. He began moving his hand faster to match your rhythm and he drank up every single noise you made.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight. Let’s just go home, hmm?”

It was then that you realized, you recognized that voice. Your eyes flew open as you went to confirm your suspicions and suddenly wished it was San that you were kissing. There, with his fingers still working magic inside of you, and your hand still jerking him off, was Kim Hongjoong.

To say that the next week was tense would be an understatement. I mean, you regained your bearings in your best friends bathroom with your hands down your roommate’s pants and his down yours. And you didn’t even get to orgasm! You both tried to avoid each other as much as possible - which wasn’t an unusual thing for the household, but now under much different circumstances.

It was going into the second week of avoidance when you finally lost your patience. You walked into the kitchen, wanting an actual meal after days of eating nothing but snacks in an effort to stay locked in your room as much as possible, and saw Hongjoong standing at the counter, preparing his own food. You quickly turned around, ready to head back to your room, when you changed your mind.

“No,” you said.

“No?” Hongjoong’s voice sounded utterly uninterested, but still teasing.

“No. This is my apartment, too. I’m not going to hide in my room until the lease is up just because you decided to shove your hands down my pants.” You turned and opened a cabinet, studying its contents.

“I did what?” Hongjoong turned towards you, looking at you like you were insane. “As far as I remember, I was just kissing you until you decided to start… to start rubbing on me!”

“Fuck you, I was drunk! I didn’t know what I was doing!”

“You think I wasn’t?”

“How the fuck should I know? I’m not your fucking nanny. And from the way you were moving I’m pretty sure you did know what the fuck you were doing.” After realizing what you just said, and pretty much admitting that Hongjoong was the source of the best fingering you had ever received, you felt your face heat up.

“I-” Hongjoong started, his mouth opening, and closing, as he struggled to find what to say in response. “I genuinely don’t even know how to respond to that.”

“Good, then just shut the fuck up!”

“I don’t know what kind of fucked up victim complex you have going on here, but like you said, I live here, too. I’m not going to put up with you yelling at me like I’m a child just because you’re frustrated that I could’ve given you the best orgasm of your life and you decided to freak out instead. Maybe you should go buy a vibrator or something, I hear their good for people who enjoy the sticks up their asses.”

“Speaking of asses,” you said, turning to face him. “You can kiss mine.”

“Fuck you. I will.”

“Fine.” You didn’t realize how close you had gotten, until you could feel his breath fan over your face. He looked down at you, not a sign of any emotion on his face, before grabbing your cheeks in his hands and pressing his lips against yours. You froze, unsure of how to react to the situation. After a few milliseconds of internal debate, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed back. Hongjoong pushed you against the counter, his arms wrapping around you and trying to bring you as close to his body as he possibly could. It was minutes before you finally broke apart, the need for air outweighing the feeling of the kiss.

“You know,” he whispered against your lips, “that was the stupidest fight I’ve ever had with anybody.”

You laughed airily before nodding your head in agreement. “You know, in the past 30 minutes you’ve spoken more to me than you have since you moved in. I really thought you hated me.”

He pulled his head away from you to look down at you incredulously. “I never hated you. Honestly, I’ve always thought you were so beautiful, from the day that San introduced us a couple days before I moved in. But you had a guy over the day after I moved in, so I took that as your way of saying that you wouldn’t want anything to do with me, and that I was just here to split the bills.”

It was your turn to look up at Hongjoong with disbelief written in your eyes. “So you’re telling me this entire time I could’ve been having amazing orgasms and not feeling awkward in my own home if I would’ve just clarified that I wasn’t implying anything with that one night stand?”

“Well, the blame is partially mine, too. I was definitely being oversensitive, there was no reason for me to act the way I have these past couple of months. But-”

“But?”

“But, I’m not a ‘no strings attached’ kind of person.”

“What do you mean?”

“Either you get the annoying, clingy side of me along with the amazing orgasms, or none of it.”

“Well,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I suppose I wouldn’t mind that 2-for-1 deal.”

Hongjoong smiled down at you before picking you up and carrying you to your room. “Now,” he began, “how about I give you that fuck you’ve been needing?”

Your face immediately warmed. “You heard me?”

“Absolutely, it was adorable. Now, should we begin?”

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scandeniall · 4 years

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mirrors for friends //ch.5

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wc: 1741

pairing: TBD x reader

notes *this is the version of the song they cover

chapter 5: We drive, We Film

The music is blaring when Atsumu pulls up. He's bobbing his head along to the guitar, hardly sparing you a glance as you slide into the passenger seat. Despite that, you offer a quick greeting as the car speeds off before you even finish putting your seatbelt on. You nod along to the familiar song as the two of you shoot through the street,

“And I don't care if you're sick, I don't care if you're contagious,” you begin Atsumu chiming in matching your pitch.

“I would kiss you even if you were dead” “Would somebody make me go blind for the rest of my life, cause I’d do anything to hold your hand.”

You find your hand hanging out the window as you two sing along to the rest of the song. Once it ends, Atsumu lowers the volume, enough to have a conversation. “I see ya changed from a sweaty slob and are now looking better.” You roll your eyes at the bassist, and had he not been driving you probably would’ve resorted to slapping the back of his head. “Why do I willingly hang out with you. And, where are we going anyways?” You question, remembering your promise to Iwaizumi

You ignore his comment about you clearly not having any other friends as you send a message to Iwaizumi confirming your location. You let out a little laugh at Iwaizumi’s complaint about the blonde always running his plans, before locking your phone. “Who ya texting?” Atsumu takes his first real look at you for the night as he slows at the red light. “Iwa, just telling him if I die tonight it's all your fault.Your driving fucking sucks” You follow up the sentence flicking off your friend who looks unbothered.

“Speaking of our dear Iwa, you know something that me and Kuroo don't.” Your eyes widen just the tiniest bit as he grants you a knowing smirk. “But I’ll let that go for now. How's the tattoo healing?” Just like that Atsumu’s voice shifts into a more serious tone and you groan loudly. You instantly catch on to the real meaning of the question. How are you doing? “Not you too”.

“C’mon, I’m just checking on ya (Y/N). Making sure you’re ok. Took me a minute but then I remembered you showed me the picture a few months ago.” His gaze focuses back on the road giving you at least the relief from his stare down. “First Iwa, now you. And I know Kuroo is gonna pick my brain the second he gets the chance,” your words come out in a huff of annoyance. “What can we say, we care about ya. The band would flop without our front man.” His tease is enough to lighten the tension that began to grow as you rolled your eyes again. “Our combined hotness would drop by like 90% without me.”

“More like 5%” He could only laugh as you promptly told him to go to hell, as you turned the music back up some. The rest of the drive was void of any conversation. The only noises coming from the radio and any time either of you would sing along to what was playing out. Atsumu would only shoot you annoyed looks, whenever you’d skip one of the songs he had to which you'd just shrug without a care.

“Hey Samu.” You and Atsumu spoke at the same time as you slid into the booth. “What are you two sharing a single brain cell now?” Your look of disgust is enough to cause the gray haired twin to laugh. “The only thing I’d ever share with Atsumu is my foot up his ass.”

“That’s a real cute way of saying you’re the dumb one of us.” The blonde catches the wrist of your arm that aims a punch at his shoulder easily. “Take you and your shitty dye job over there next to your brother,” you mutter pushing your bandmate out of the booth next to you. He obliges, moving so that him and Osamu are both sitting across from you.

“Now Tsumu’s stupidity is gonna seep into my head.”

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“Hello boys, and piss head,” you greet cheerily as you enter the unlocked door of Iwaizumi’s place. You shift the drink carrier in your hand as you remove your bag, lightly placing it on the floor. The owner only raises his eyebrows at you while your guitarist just laughs.”What’d he do now,” You make your rounds handing off the coffee drinks you’d bought for your bandmates. You stop by Iwaizumi first who accepts it with a grateful smile. Next is Kuroo, who raises the cup in thanks. “Every time I hang out with him, I wonder why I do. He sucks,” you speak before handing Atsumu his drink. “Osamu really is the better twin, not by much though.”

“You claim to hate me, yet you bring me food. Thanks mom,” the bassist mocks. You mutter something about it being the only thing that gets him to shut up before shifting your attention towards Kuroo. “Hey, can you go get our instruments, couldn’t hold them cause of the drinks.” He only nods, you asking him to please lock your door after.

“We’re filming that song today right?” You nod at Atsumu’s question. While he goes back to typing away on his phone you settle onto the couch next to Iwaizumi. He looks at you and you raise your eyebrows in excitement. He shoots you a small smile and a thumbs up, and you struggle to contain your excitement. You shoot him a knowing look that the two of you have to talk later as Kuroo enters carrying both your guitar cases. “Bring my drink down would you,” is the only thing he says before making his way towards the basement. The three of you wordlessly follow.

“Why are we doing this song again,”

“Come on old man, it’ll be fun, plus our dear (Y/N) gets to show off that growl today. Doesn't happen very much,” Kuroo smirks at Iwaizumi, shooting you a quick look from where you are tuning your guitar. “Plus, the viewers wanted us to do Gaga.”

“Oh, you're just happy ya get to be heard more with this song,” Atsumu chimes in before fiddling with his bass. “Maybe,” is Kuroos response as he sits on a stool to tune his own instrument. “Besides, Judas is a pretty badass song. And our arrangement is pretty sick.” Iwaizumi can’t help but agree with you, opting to get the video equipment set up. After he finished you all ran through the song a few times before you were ready to go.

“Hey guys, we’re Mirrors For Friends,” the four of you said in unison. Before introducing yourselves as individuals. “So, you guys asked, and we answered. You all wanted us to do Lady Gaga so bad,” Kuroo started before pausing for his self-proclaimed dramatic effect. “So, Judas here we are.”

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“Judas- Gaga” You practically screamed out the last words of the songs, before bursting out into laughter. The entirety of the song both Kuroo and Atsumu were making ridiculous facial expressions at one another, and with you being in the middle of the two, you saw it all. That, paired with post singing adrenaline and the fact that you all were even singing it in the first place seemed absolutely comical You had been so caught in laughter that you didn’t even notice Iwaizumi come up from behind his drums to nudge at camera perched on the tripod in front of you.

“Fuck- do you guys see what I have to go through with these guys. Iwa is the only normal one,” you joked out after your laughter died down. You ignored the said members exclamations about not being that bad. “Alright that's it for us today, we hope you enjoyed, and we’ll see you when we see you.” You stuck up a peace sign heading towards the camera and picking it up. “Say bye you idiots.

You first pointed the camera at Kuroo who was the closest to you. “I feel like (Y/N) is catching my double chin at this angle. Stream our songs and we love you.” With that Kuroo just walked off the frame, and you turned towards Atsumu. “Say bye to the video fake blondie.”

“I just want to say that I’m the hottest member of the band and-hey” Atsumu exclaimed as you just cut his segment short, before walking to Iwaizumi.

“You know the drill Iwa. Your turn” This time you moved the camera up and down as if you were giving the audience a chance to check him out. “Now this is the real hottest member of this band,” you teased before aimling back towards his face. You stifled your laugh at Atsumu and Kuroo in the background yelling for him to take his shirt off. “I hate this band. See you all in the next video.” With your drummers closing you stopped the recording before letting out a sigh of relief.

“Well that was exhausting,” you automatically made your way to the couch where you had your laptop resting. “I can probably get this edited and uploaded by tomorrow guys.” You felt the couch dip next to you and the voice of the band’s guitarist. “I can do it. I know it's been an interesting week for you,” he gestures towards your ribcage, where your new tattoo rests under your tshirt. The tone of his voice lets you know there’s no point in countering. When Iwaizumi gets into his band labeled ‘dad’ mode, you won't win. “You're acting as if I have a choice,” you huff handing him the camera’s memory card.

“Shit- guys, I gotta go. I forgot the team got a last-minute practice match with another school,” Atsumu’s panicked voice cut through the room. “Were done here right?” He looked between the three of you sighing in relief as he quickly started putting up his instrument. “Hey, don’t forget next week we’re at Bauhaus.” He only nodded mindlessly, before making his way to the stairs, before stopping halfway. “That's the 3rd, right?”

Kuroo’s thumbs out caused him to practically run up the stairs and out the door. Once the bassist leaves, he plopped himself next to you on the other side of the couch. “So lovely band members of mine, what secret are you two keeping from me and Tsumu.”

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a/n: yall know that one tiktok audio from what bgc? wheres like awkwardly quiet then its like “hey guys”--- thats how I feel after coming back to this fic after a month. But yeah life and then more LIFE. So with that, sorry this chapter is kinda awkward writing bc i literally havent written for this in that month at all. Anyways, now that we’ve gotten our band dynamics established we are kicking off the real plot starting next chapter. I still don’t know which boy to do so pls help a loser out. I think I’m gonna take out the possibility of Iwa though ????

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dingletragedy · 5 years

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I could do with some positivity right now and I bet the ee fandom could too. If you want tell me one thing youre looking forward to, one thing you love about yourself or are proud of and one person you admire (bonus points if its someone who doesnt know you do/who you havent talked to much before). You could help me spread positivity by sending this message to others :)

anon, hello!!!!!! spreading positivity? uh yes!! count me in, always!!!! what a wonderful idea, lovely!

1. one thing i’m looking forward to?

right so i’m going to cheat and do two things, one fandom related and one real life!

so, i’m very much so looking forward to callum returning, obviously! i can’t wait to see out tall sunshine again and his beautiful smile. i’m very, very interested in how they’re going to play things between ben n callum, and what the dynamic will be like. will callum be angry? still hurt? ready to fight for ben? and ben... well it’s one thing trying to hide his feelings now, but like he said tonight, he’s good at showing people what they want to see and leaving his true feeling behind closed doors. but when it comes to callum, he isn’t so good at that! soooo basically, i can’t wait for callum to return and ben to see him again!

annnd real life: uhhh this is probably super sad but i can’t wait to be back at work on monday! i’m not looking forward to the early wake-ups again, but i am looking forward to seeing all the kids and having that routine back! i’ve proper missed it all! oh and i’m going back to sheffield at the end of the month with my uni mates and we’re going to our favourite club ever SO that’ll be great!!!!

2. one thing you love about yourself or are proud?

this might be a bit of a cop-out answer but i’m generally just proud of myself for getting through last year. the year was a complete rollercoaster, i had some of my highest highs but also some of my lowest lows. but i completed my dissertation and graduated from university. i had my major surgery which came with physical changes/challenges and although sometimes it felt like the worst time, i got through it all. we lost someone i loved so much in such a horrific way, then three weeks later two other people had a very bad accident and although that all still hurts so much i am dealing with it and still looking at everything in a positive light. i got my first post-grad job which i adore. i continued making progress with my ed recovery and didn’t relapse once. i wrote my first ever fic and then went on to write a further 155k more words.

yeh sorry to bore you but i had a crazy, crazy year and although i felt like giving up SO many times i never did!!!!! and i am bloody proud of myself because passed me would’ve crashed and burned at the first hurdle!

3. one person you admire>? (bonus points if its someone who doesn't know you do/who you haven't talked to much before)

i’m really exposing myself as a @beetlebum79 stan recently but they’re the first person that sprang to mind! i first came across them as they left the most lovely, supportive and detailed comments on one of my early ballum fics. i will always, always remember the comment and how happy it made me feel. and i’ll remember every comment since! and it’s not just me, but i see them comment on many fics, always being so kind and encouraging. i admire them because i have never know someone as lovely as to put so much thought and effort into comments on creators work. i admire them because i have never seen such relentless positivity and kindness from another blog. i admire them because they got out of their way to make other people happy.

and yeah i may not know a great deal about them, nor have spoken much with them, but i do know that they have made me, and many, many others so happy with their kind words and there’s no better people in the world than the ones who take a minute out of their day to make someone else's day

#a lovely idea!!!!!#i shall spread it!#asks #anon

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felikatze · 2 years

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Self rec time! Rec one of your fluff fics, one angst, one multichaptered, one AU, and send this to your favorite writers 💟💟

oh my god hiiiiii

okay!!

Fluff, right, old one but a good one! say darling, hello again, a persona q2 post-game fic about hikari moving on with her life! sometimes i get kudos on it and think "hmmm somebody just beat pq2 and immediatly rushed to ao3 for fics like this" bcuz i wrote it the same day i beat pq2 and didnt find fics like this

angst, i have!! a lot!! since vaguely contemplative melancholic oneshots are my specialty! so many i could rec!! until the day you die! dusk of a new night!! rafflesia!! but for you, i shall settle on turtle or the hare, one of my ninjago fics. sooo many feelings abt jay's mom and i put most of them here. i put so many Implications in this fic and i love that for me.

Multichapter i HAVE to do Two Introverts and a Really Weird Cat, because it's my baby. lost trio my beloveds. what do you mean i havent updated in two months. i left on a cliffhänger in the comedy fic?? it's post kingdom hearts 3 in the sense of "i'm ignoring remind lore cuz it didnt exist when i planned this" as many at the time did, and i love vanitas and i love namine and i love repliku so i'm making them friends and giving them therapy. this fic is therapy in a fancy hat. writing this fic gave ME therapy.

AU, hmm?? (wow, i write more canon-compliant things than i thought) (most of my AUs live exclusively in notes) Jailbreak! ANOTHER post kh3 fic except remind existed by that point, and oh boy did i wreck havoc with it. the fic is edgy and melodramatic with vanitas hijacking sora's body to Commit Crimes, but i had such a blast writing it, so it'll always be dear to me. it even has three endings of varying edge, because i played nier automata at the time of writing.

i'd send this to you, but you've already got it~ i uhh as usual don't have the guts to send stuff like this to anyone, but thank you so much!!

#Feli gets asked #this was fun!!! to look at all my fics and throw em out there!!

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deadlymarch · 6 years

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* ROLEPLAY POSITIVITY / POST 01 ! happy roleplay positivity week / month / day / idfk . while i am not aware when this commenced and when it shall end [ though i am a believer it should never end ] i thought i would toss my two cents into the mix . and not only that , but it has been officially three months as of MARCH 27TH that i have had this account !! and not only that , i am pretty close to 700 FOLLOWERS !! lots of excitement .

anyways . i’d like to take some time to talk about some amazing people in my life . over the last few months , i have grown immensely close to a specific group that i would never trade for the world . they truly mean everything to me . the fact that i get to meet some of them in just three months is amazing and i am beyond thankful . this is in NO particular order . so shut up .

@bloodofvader : renee . you are literally are one of my closest friends and i would die for you . your friendship means everything to me . our bond is something i am truly blessed for . you are such a ray of sunshine . you are so talented . your characterization is astounding . youre astounding . youre always there for me . you have such passion and it transfers into your writing . i am beyond proud of you !! i mean , you just signed up for your last college class !! what the fuck !! im so proud of you !! you are such an incredible young woman and i am truly thankful for you . thank you for being you . i love you .

@forcedpower : lucy . you . . . you are so beyond talented . you dont give yourself enough credit for your creations and edits . you taught me so much about photoshop and i am so thankful for that . hell , thats how we became friends !! i normally am never comfortable with voice chatting / calling others when i havent talked to them long . . . but you were so easy to talk to and you were so helpful !! i know you’ve had your hardships on this site . . . but i am so grateful that you found the courage to come back . you are one of my closest friends , lucy . and while you call yourself the devil , you are nothing but an angel to me . thank you for sharing your love and kindness with me . thank you for being my friend . thank you for being you . snoot snoot . i love you .

@forcebound : kat . your alias suits you . starry . because you light up the sky with your smile . you are so generous . . . so generous . you have such a kind heart . you are so patient . talented . so fucking talented . god . it kills me that we’re 33 hours apart . . . but ya know what ?? we’re still close as shit . . . and id never trade that for anything . im so proud of you for going back to school and taking that first step towards a bright future that i know youll reach . reach for the stars , huh ?? you are beautiful and kind and funny . thank you for being you . i love you .

@hechose : ray . fuck we instantly clicked . literally when we first started talking u kept saying hold my hand and i literally would die each time . you are such a precious soul . . . nd lets be real , sheri adopted u so we’re like sisters Uh Oh . you have such an empowering attitude . . . you want to make change in this world . you want to kick ass and make this place better than you found it . like a fuckin girl scout man . and thats inspiring . you are so fucking funny . . . and really ?? you read the shit outta that fanfic . i support you 10000000% to become a producer for films . like you said , one day we’ll be each other’s date to the oscars . you are absolutely gorgeous . thank you for being you . i love you .

@fawnbuns : cynthia . you stink . calling me out ya Nasty . im kidding omg i love you . you literally are gorgeous , both inside and out . you are so talented !! i mean , bro ?? you capture rey so well . it makes me a happy camper . you have such a kind and loving spirit , babe . even tho u like the color shit brown . probs why you stink . but really . . . i love you so much . you are so funny with ur damn jar jar binks bullshit and jabba the slut . even though you can drive me nuts with that , i still am bawling with laughter . you have such a captivating personality . you just light up a room the minute you say hi . you are so lovely and kind and awe inspiring . thank you for being you . i love you .

@jedibetrayed / @horrcrshow : emma . ok literally . . . we slept on such an amazing friendship for so long and honestly ?? thats nasty . shit ok so . you are !! so cute . you are such a generous and loving person . youre so funny . and damn , you write so wonderfully . your ability to prose the shit outta things is so cool . . . and i definitely can find inspiration from your work . you are so wonderful and are always there for your friends .�� its amazing . you have such a hopeful personality and its just . . . wonderful . god , youre wonderful . you care so much about people and its truly inspiring , babe . you inspire me . god . ok thank you for being you . i love you .

@alderess : sunny . youre the newest in the group , but honestly ?? you fit right in . your alias fits you so well . . . youre literally the personification of sunshine . you care so much about people and you are so kind and its . . beautiful . theres not enough in this world . and not only that ?? but you capture leia so well !! i mean damn !! and your writing is beautiful . absolutely beautiful . just like you !! and an added bonus ?? you like theater . i mean , ,, hello ?? thats amazing . youre amazing !! thank you for being you . i love you .

@chromedwill : leo . man you are generous as fuck . how can you be letting all of us stay at ur place ?? ur nuts . i love you . and im so proud of you !! i love hearing about roller derby and how you kick absolute ass !! im amazed !! and im so ready to see you in action in june !! thats gonna be so cool . youre so cool . and youre such a strong person . and im so , so , so proud of you . you are beautiful and funny as hell . and bitch the way you write phasma ?? amazing . absolutely amazing . youre amazing . shit . tbh you inspire me to want to work out again tbh ?? maybe that sounds weird but ,,, the way you kick absolute ass ?? its inspiring dude . and i love it . thank you for being you . i love you .

this is quite a long post . and tbh ?? i didnt say all that i wanted about my friends . i could write a novel each about them . and im so blessed for that . im so blessed for them . these people mean so much to me . . . and i just want to thank them for not giving up on me . for always being there . for always being kind and loving . im truly , truly blessed for them . thank you .

#long post.#forcedpower #forcebound #hechose #chromedwill #jedibetrayed #horrcrshow #alderess #fawbuns #bloodofvader #positivity !

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abstractedthinking · 7 years

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I realized I probably should've made a separate post

I’ve hit 300! And as promised anyone who interacted with this post (like/reblog) got a little octopus!

It was kinda hard with some of you turning your asks off but I still delievered, wether by submitting a post, or sending a message.

Once again, thank all of you (MINUS THE FUCKING PORN BLOGS I HAVENT SEEN AND THEREFORE HAVENT BLOCKED) for being here and spending time looking at the stuff I care about or find interesting. I know 300 isn’t a lot, and some of those blogs are dead, but it still means a lot to me :) I appreciate y'all so much and I hope that maybe some of the stuff I’ve posted over the…. well apparently over the 4 to 5 years I’ve been here on Tumblr has made you smile.

Thank you to everyone who’s ever interacted with my blog, sent me an ask, or a message. I still remember the first ask I ever got, it was someone complementing my poetry on the Wattpad link I had set up forever. They said I was a really good writer when I thought creatively.

Thank you Tumblr and Tumblbuddies for helping me open my mind to different religions and sexualities and genders. For those of you who don’t know I was raised in a HIGHLY CONSERVATIVE AREA where the only people I could/was allowed to interact with were cishet christians. I hate to admit it, but I was once the thing I hate most now… a close minded bigot who tried to ‘save’ everyone who wasn’t my religion. Can you blame me though, when that was all I had been taught my entire life? Thanks to you, to my internet friends, and my IRL friends I was able to open my mind and see that everything I had been taught wasn’t right at all. So now instead of sweating whenever I see gay fanart or something as silly as that, I can smile at it and appreciate the art instead of having this battle inside me between what I know is right and okay and what I had been taught my entire life.

This place might be a Hell website, but it was also where I could come to talk to people who were openly LGBT+ about me questioning my own sexuality and being afraid of going to hell. Here was where I could find blogs that explained why God doesn’t hate gay people. Here was where I could come to find nice likeable content from amazing creators. I could escape here, and I’ll always thank you for that.

No one in any of the other fandoms I was in ever talked to me aside from answering an ask, and I was fine with that, it still sucked but There wasn’t much I could do about it…. but that all change when I found the Fanders here on Tumblr and I shot an ask to @ts-sideblog about any blog or fic recs (love you hun!) that they recommended. I slowly started to find friends on here in the form of @parkersanders @anxietalyn @ssides @randomslasher @ilovemyspoopydad and so many more. I’ve started writing again after leaving my long standing form of escapism for so long due to negativite comments or no responses to it at all.

So this speech has gone on long enough, thank all of you (EXECEPT THE MCFUCKIN PORN BLOGS THAT MANAGED TO SLIP THROUGH MY BLOCKING ALL OF THEM and have yet scarred me when I go to block them cause I don’t wanna see someone eating a dick ever again cause it’s the first FUCKING thing that loads jfc save me I need memory bleach)

Thank you for those of you who’ve been here when I first started to make my blog a strict photo edits blog full of my shitty phone edits, thank you for those who’ve been here when I left tumblr for maybe six months and it was being run strictly by a queue because I never realized how the queue works, thank you for those of you who’ve been here when my blog swamped with nothing but MCR and angst, thank you the people who’ve been here since I started loving Thomas Sanders, thank you for those of you who’ve ever stopped by to say hello, thank you for those of you who have nice respectful banter/debates with me over random shit. Thank you for everyone, and everything. Thank you the three hundred people who thought my blog was worth their time.

Thank you @thatsthat24 for the many friends I’ve gained because of a shared love of the things you create.

Thank you tumblr for giving me a safe space to learn and be my true self when it was far to dangerous to do so at school and at home.

Thank you, the person reading this. I hope you have a lovely day

Tl;dr never thought I’d get here, but thank you everyone who’s been with me along the way.

#me #whoops redo #thank you again #300 followers #tumblr milestone

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