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hiskillingjar · 8 months ago

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Heeey if ur down maybe

Strade x reader...but it's like a hitch hiker situation it's like 3 am and he picks them up off the side of the road yadda yadda their phone is dead maybe some awkward small talk (I can imagine th asking if he wants to play I spy or something)

Anyway I'm getting off track we all know hitch hiking is dangerous we've all heard horror stories of girls hitch hiking and then she's found in a ditch chopped into a billion pieces we all know this so does reader...so they keep asking if he's gonna kill them every five minutes...they're weirdly into it too

Sorry it's so long and just rambling I got off track I just really love strade

haughhhh this prompt haunted me and i just had to fill it. not totally what you asked for but. like. same vibe ya know?

3200+ words, cw for like. the lead up to actual noncon, i love strade most when he's evil and sexy and condescending sorryyyyyy. also crossposted on ao3 because i like having my longer fics there

"Hey, buddy, climb in!"

When the large, black SUV slid to a stop beside the road’s dirt path, you could have cheered.

You had been walking for what felt like hours after getting off the bus at its last stop, your thumb raised high beside you in hopes of someone pitying you and stopping to pick you up. Had this stranger not stopped, you might have considered calling it quits and sitting in the cold to wait it out until morning rather than exhausting yourself with the walk.

Thank god you didn’t have to worry about that.

"Hey! Thanks for pulling over!" You beamed brightly and politely, as you climbed into the front of the stranger's truck, running a hand through your messy hair and dusting your boots off before you got comfortable in the expensive-looking car. "I really appreciate it, man, I've been standing there for, like, an hour now."

His own smile widened, dimpling handsome smile lines and crinkling his golden eyes. You had no idea what a guy like this was doing travelling on the highway at three in the morning, but you were sure that he would say the same about you, so didn’t think much about your wondering.

"Oh no, that sucks.” He said with a sympathetic click of his tongue. “Here, let me help you with that, you must be exhausted after such a tough night."

The friendly attitude remained as he reached out for your backpack, showing off muscular (albeit slightly scarred) arms and tan skin. You smiled appreciatively, all the same, as he took your backpack and tossed it into the back seat of the truck, before starting the engine back up with a twist of the keys in the ignition.

"Yeah, uh, I accidentally rode the bus to the end of the line and...yeah, the last stop was a little over two miles away?" You said, buckling your seatbelt as he pulled off the dirt path and continued down the road. "It's a total ghost town there, and I have no charge on my phone either. I really thought I'd be walking all night."

His smile shifted into a more sympathetic expression before it went to the road ahead of him.

"Ah, I feel you on the phone thing, it really sucks when your battery decides to die on you when you need it most.” He replied, both hands on the wheel, as he let the speed of the truck climb back up to the naturally higher speed of a highway drive. “No charge, huh? What a shame."

You nodded, unsure of what else to say.

"So, what's in the backpack?” He asked after barely a beat, and you got a sense that he wasn’t one to stay in silence for long. You didn’t mind the opportunity for small talk though, not really, even if it was late at night and…you mostly just wanted to get some rest. “You a tourist, or..."

"Yeah, kind of a tourist." You nodded with a little smile. "Um, I'm trying to get to Toronto, actually. I know that's pretty far, so no pressure to get me there,” You chuckled awkwardly. “But I think there's a bus station nearby, a few towns over? I was just gonna stay there tonight and get another ticket in the morning."

He nodded along as you spoke, an attentive audience member, like he was listening to you in place of late-night talk radio or music.

"Oh, so you've got quite the journey ahead, huh?" He peered towards you out of the corner of his eye when you nodded in response to his question.

"Mmhmm, it’s still another day or so of travel,” You said with a shrug and a little nod. “So, um, I didn't get your name?"

"Ah, right, yeah, I forgot to tell you."

He took his eyes off the road for a moment to smile at you.

"Name's Strade,” No last name. Makes sense, you probably wouldn’t have told him your last name, either. “And you are...?"

You smiled back and told him your name.

"And, um,” You tittered a little coyly. “You know, I’m just trying to make small talk here, but I'm noticing a bit of an accent there...not Canadian, huh?"

He laughed, a friendly and warm chuckle that put you at ease, despite your less-than-ideal situation.

"Haha, you're good.” He said, sounding genuinely impressed. “Yeah, not Canadian. German, actually. I’ve been living here for, ah…” He sucked a hiss in through his teeth and tilted his head in thought. “A while. Just never managed to shake the accent, I guess."

"No, that's super cool. I’ve always thought Germany was an interesting place" You nodded with a bit more of a smile. "I've never been there, or anywhere in Europe or anything, but I've always wanted to."

"Oh yeah?” He hummed thoughtfully, still smiling. “You should definitely visit, it's great...I mean, yeah..." He peered out his window as he turned onto a new road, though you hadn’t seen where the illuminated sign was leading him. "The people...the cities...you know…” He continued, his words trailing off and his tone sounding distracted as he drove. “Germany's great...beautiful country...definitely worth the visit."

"Mm," You nodded. "Sounds nice."

After another long moment of silence (with you staring out the window, not seeing much other than fields and woods, and him focusing on driving and looking more and more put off by the quiet), he cleared his throat and reached up with one hand to rub his stubbly (and scarred) chin.

"Listen…not to be intrusive or anything, I'm just trying to make some small talk,” He placed his hand back on the wheel, though he was still smiling. “But what's a pretty girl like you doing all by themselves, anyway? What, not got a boyfriend to travel with you?"

You let out an uncomfortable laugh, a slight flush coming to your cheeks as you tried to think of an appropriate (and smart) response.

You knew you should have been...put off, to say the least, by a stranger asking why you were alone in the middle of the night, but...well, he had picked you up in the middle of nowhere, and you kind of owed him for that. Maybe he was just a curious guy.

And…he was pretty hot. Maybe he was just asking so he could make a pass at you.

"Hah, nope, all on my lonesome. But, um," You bit your lip, considering your next words very carefully. If you said something about…meeting people, perhaps, maybe it would have been enough to scare off any darker intentions he might have had with you. "I have friends in the city that I'll be staying with who know I’m coming. So, just need to get there, ya know."

He nodded again, smiling as casually as he had been.

"I see.” He said simply. “So, you must be pretty brave then, huh? Not many girls your age would feel safe travelling and staying in a bus station all alone without any protection, especially not these days."

An idle smirk crossed his lips as he kept his eyes forward, tapping the steering wheel with the pale palms of his hands.

"Lots of weirdos on these roads late at night, ya know?” His golden eyes went to yours then, and you could see they had narrowed just a touch, his eyebrows quirking with a silent challenge, or...threat. “Good thing I found you first, hm?"

"Mmhmm..." You nodded politely, letting out another uncomfortable chuckle.

"Mhm…” He mimicked. “But, maybe we should change topics, ja? Let's talk about something...a bit more interesting~"

"Interesting?" You looked up at him with a curious blink, watching as he turned the truck again and started down a darker road, surrounded by woods. You still didn’t have a reason to be concerned though…at least, that’s what you were telling yourself. "How do you mean?"

"Oh, you know...a little more personal." He suggested with a shrug of his shoulders, like he was trying to appear more casual. "How old are you?"

"Oh, I'm twenty," You replied, raising a brow. "Yeah, second year of college, actually. I'm on spring break."

"Really?" He said, raising his own brows with pseudo-surprise. "Wow, I'm almost double that....way to make me feel like a creepy old man picking up a vulnerable girl on the side of the road, hah."

"Hah," You chuckled awkwardly, a slight flush coming to your face as you chewed the inside of your cheek. You’d read countless horror stories about this situation, and yet, when you were sitting in it, you still couldn’t help but be a little charmed by him and his self-deprecation. "Y-Yeah, sorry...um, I don't think you're creepy, though. I actually really appreciate it. I would have been stuck there all night, if you hadn't picked me up." You smiled. “Thank you.”

"Aw, how sweet," He crooned, taking one hand from the steering wheel and placing it on your bare thigh, making your breath hitch tightly. Denim shorts had been a fine choice when you dressed that morning, but a far stupider one at three in the morning, it seemed. "You really are very gracious, aren't you?"

"Mm..." You dug your teeth into your bottom lip as his hand roamed further up your thigh, calloused skin against smooth, goose-pimpled flesh.

"But, ah, graciousness can only get you so far in this world, right?" He said after a beat of silence, his voice taking on a lower tone as he looked towards you, pulling the truck to the side of the road and…slowing it to a stop.

"Huh?"

You didn't expect (though maybe you should have, considering all the hints he had been dropping) for him to stop the car, and you suddenly felt a lot more scared to be in a strange truck, in a strange country, with a strange man.

"If you're too grateful,” He murmurs, taking the keys out of the ignition. “Some people can take advantage. And why wouldn't they."

Your polite (albeit tight) smile dropped and you swallowed tightly, as you saw him pocket his keys and turn to you, those golden eyes that had once been so inviting narrowed and sinister, as the hand on your thigh crawled further and further up.

"It's late at night, we're all alone, you’re in some…stranger’s truck,” He cut himself off with a chuckle and a shake of his head, like he was chiding you. “And who knows what someone could do to you."

Now that the car was stopped, he was able to lean in a little closer to you, the hand on your thigh ascending to your hip.

“Helpless, right?”

"Ah..."

You let out a little whimper, swallowing tightly as he pressed himself even closer towards you, sliding a knee under himself so he could push himself forward, over the wide console of the truck.

You were so stupid.

Your pocket knife, your only means of protection while you were on the road, was in your backpack, of all places, which was in his back seat…where he had thrown it. Somehow, though, you had a sense that even if you did have a weapon of some kind, some sort of defence against him, it probably wouldn't have done anything to stop him, anyway.

The predatory glint that had always been in his eyes, looking back on the encounter retroactively, became a whole lot less concealed, as he reached up and idly pushed a thick chunk of your hair behind your ear, almost like he was admiring you innocently. His mouth tilted into a mocking smile and his tone became lower and even more lecherous.

"Twenty,” He said, like he was reminiscing. “Just twenty years old and doing this all by yourself. So young...and so pretty too.” He leaned a little closer, so close you could smell the thick scent of motor oil and sweat lingering on him. “It would be a shame if something happened to a girl like you..."

He let out a small chuckle, keeping his gaze locked on yours as his hand shifted from your hip and down to his side.

Your eyes followed it almost instantly. You didn't know what he was doing, but you knew that it couldn’t be good.

Strade noticed your gaze too, raising his brows and giving you a smile that he had practised so many times before, one that was supposed to settle a nervous spirit, a fretting hostage. He shifted his hand to the side, making it seem as if he was just casually adjusting himself, when, in fact, he was hiding something else, something much darker and more sinister altogether.

"Were you not scared...of a stranger like me, picking you up in the middle of the night?" He tilted his head, considering you closely like you were a new specimen for examination.

“Strade,” You mumbled softly, your eyes flitting to the side to try and spot your backpack. “Come on…let’s not do this.”

"Now, now...don't be so frightened.” He said, with almost the start of a hurt pout to his lips. Why was that enough to make you feel bad? “I don't mean you any harm at all, but you still haven't answered my question..."

He pressed even closer, his fingers suddenly trailing down your neck as his stubbly cheek grazed yours.

“Were you not scared?”

"I...didn't think I needed to be scared," You mumbled quietly, taking in a slow breath and feeling like your skin was prickling with nerves each time he pressed close to you.

"Why's that, hmm...don't you think it's dangerous to be alone at night?"

His staring eyes met yours, spanning up and down your face, like he was trying to take in every detail of you, each freckle, wrinkle and pore, before…

"Don't you think it's dangerous...to be alone...with...me..."

"NGH!"

You let out a shrill grunt as he quickly pressed his body entirely against yours, climbing over the console of the truck and pinning you down to the seat. You attempted to quickly unbuckle your seatbelt and reach for the car door on the passenger side, gripping fingers scrambling for the handle as you heaved with his added weight on top of you.

"Oh no no no…” He chided lightly, sitting back as he straddled your hips and reached down in his jacket pocket. "Don't think you're getting away from me now, fraulein, not when I’ve just gotten you where I want you."

Your eyes widened when you saw him pull out a long bowie knife, hidden in plain sight, all this time. It wasn't even in a sheath to protect it.

"Please," You pleaded quietly, as he slid the knife up your front and severed the seat belt like hot metal through butter. "Please, Strade, please, let me go. I-I have friends, I'm going somewhere, you know that, they'll know I'm gone, they’ll know." You babbled erratically, every part of you trembling.

Strade just laughed, using the cut seatbelt as a makeshift rope to tie your trembling wrists to the car seat headrest above you (you had sunk down enough in the seat to get away from him that it was high up now).

You didn’t even try to fight him off that hard.

"Aww...you're still so hopeful, aren't you?"

His grin broadened, laced with malice as he watched the terror build in your eyes indulgently, like your fear was enough to sustain him.

"Do you actually think someone's going to come and save you...little college girl on her spring break, hm?” He asked, shaking his head further with a condescending little chuckle, before leaning in, his breathing heavy and ragged and excited. “No, I don’t think I’m going to let you go, fraulein…not when I have you right where I want you.”

"Please," You whimpered, your lip trembling as the first sting of tears began to bead in your eyes. "Don't kill me, please..."

"Oh, I'm not going to kill you. Don't worry."

You took in a shaky gasp as he raised the knife to your throat, immediately stilling when you felt the sharp edge of polished metal dig into your skin.

"I'm just going to have a bit of fun with you, that's all. That’s why you let me pick you up, isn’t it?" He pressed the knife down a little harder against your throat, leaning in even closer, thee bridge of his nose nestling against your jaw as you felt the sting of the blade. "You wanted someone to have fun with you, just like this..."

"Please don't hurt me...I-I'll do whatever you want," You murmured, tears spilling down your cheeks, trying not to move or struggle or shake too much and…encourage the knife to slip. “Please, please, please…”

"Aw, are you begging?" Strade’s grin widened even more, as he laughed at you, cruelly, meanly. “You really just get cuter and cuter the more you speak. I almost can’t stand it.”

You whimpered again as he raised his head to look at you, his face close enough to yours that he could have kissed you (if he wanted to), his tongue slipping out and licking his lips, and his breath heavy on your neck as his laugh trailed off into a low chuckle.

"Maybe I want to keep pretty things like you around...take my time with you, perhaps?” He mused softly, dragging the knife to a point and pressing it to the bottom of your chin. “Or maybe…I just want to do something with that pretty mouth of yours, hm?"

You gulped and squeezed your eyes shut, revolted by what you were about to say.

"Yes," You whispered, trembling a little more and pulling at the seatbelt that was binding you. "Do…a-anything you want to me. Just...please, please don't hurt me..."

He pulled back from you for a moment, raising his dark brows in a questioning look…like he was wondering if you were being truthful with him.

"Hmph. I know your type, you know. You'd say anything right now."

His expression shifted to one of mocking disappointment as he sighed, the knife moving slightly downwards and pressing into the hollow of your bobbing throat, as he studied your face.

"Do you really mean that? Or are you just trying to survive, eh?"

"I-I mean it," You stammered, pulling at the seatbelt again and swallowing hard, trying to sit up straight. "Anything. I'll...I'll even like it, too. I won't fight or scream or..." You sniffled, trying to shed the last of your tears. "Or cry."

"Really?” He gave you a doubtful smirk as he slid the knife downwards, easily cutting through the buttoned collar of your shirt. “You don't even know me, and you'd let me do whatever I want? With that pretty…” He enunciated each word by cutting away the buttons of your shirt, exposing more of your chest, your sternum, and your stomach. “Little,” Another button gone. “Mouth." Another.

“Yes. Anything.”

Once your shirt was completely open (showing your ratty sports bra), he lightly pressed the point of the knife against your breast, like it was about to be punctured.

"And you'll like it?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Yes," You sniffled again. "Just...don't hurt me."

"You promise~?”

He lilted airily in your ear as the knife trailed over to the band between your bra cups, severing it without a modicum of effort and revealing even more of your chest as he peeled away each flap of fabric with the point of his knife.

You bit your lip when he let out an appreciative whistle at the sight of your bare chest, the buds of your nipples erect and perky in the cool air of the night, the silver piercings glinting in the dark.

"Nice tits," He commented with a snicker. "I'm surprised someone else didn't pick you up first with a rack like that." His lecherous dirty talk was enough to make you blush and look away. "Maybe you should have been a little more...open with them, hm?" "Strade-"

“Mm, no apprehension, please.” He chided, poking one of the piercings with the point of the knife and bringing his face close to yours. “We’re going to have fun, and you’re going to smile and say ‘thank you’ the entire time...no looking away or playing shy, now.” He pressed the point of the knife to the bud of your nipple then, his golden eyes locked on yours as it dug deeper and deeper. “Understood?”

You took in an unsteady gasp as a delicate bead of blood spilled down your breast, and looked up at him quickly.

He wasn't fucking around with you.

“U-Understand!" You said quickly, a rictus grin of pleasure coming to your face, the air cool on your tear-streaked face. Thank you~”

“Good girl ♡”

#strade btd #strade ykmet #strade x reader #strade x mc #qs #fics #drabbles #i knowwwww he'd want you to be crying and begging but like. he's being a manipulate mansplain malewife rn. let me live

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geo-winchester · 2 years ago

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Omg okayyy! Can I request an imagine with Taron where he's being sassy and the reader sarcastic?

MR. EGERTON

A/N: hi lovely!! Thank you for you request and I’m so sorry this took me a life time to write it but here it is and I hope you like it and it’s what you want for, if you have any other request don’t doubt to send me an ask! Lots of love!! 💙

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This wasn't the first time you were on a set, you were on another project as one of the nurses, you met a lot of people in this work and you love to see how the actors do their work, but this was your first time working in the same set as Taron. He caught your eye the moment he walked into the set, with that cocky attitude and that smile. You only talked to him once and it was enough contact for a month, he only talked about himself and worried about his look. That day you were finished ordering all your supplies when you heard someone knocking at your door, you were confused when you saw Taron was standing outside the door.

-Mr. Egerton, do you need anything?- you asked him, you noticed that he got confused.

-This is a really cool place.

-Thank you, but I don't understand why you are here, Mr. Egerton.

-You like to call me Mr. Egerton- he said -is weird to be around a star?- he said with a smirk, you scoff.

-I didn’t know Richard Madden was here- you gave him a smile.

-Ouch- he said - I came because I have two tickets for Friday's game.

-Really?- you asked, he nodded in responde.

-And what would be better than having a date with me- you thought for a moment.

-I can’t think of anything- you said with sarcasm.

-So what do you say?- you thought for a moment.

-Hey Johnny- you call your mate.

-Yeah?- he answered.

-Do we have anything on Friday night?

-No- he said making Taron’s smile grew bigger.

-Great, so you can go with Mr. Egerton to the game- Taron’s smile drops in a second as Jonny cheers -If you excuse me I have some things to do.

The rest of your day went as any other, you were on the set in case someone got hurt, you had lunch with Jonny, every now and then you felt Taron’s eyes following your paths. When you were hitting out, someone called your name, when you turn around you saw Taron running to you.

-Mr. Egerton- you said -Do you need anything?

-Why do you hate me?- he asked you, you sighed before you smiled.

-I don't hate you- you said -I hate when people feel superior.

-Oh shit- he said -I’m sorry, I promised you I'm not that way…

-What?

-Is just that… fuck me- he whispered -I didn´t know how to act around you and Richard told me that every girl wants someone who is in charge and thought for her- you couldn’t help but laugh.

-That’s the dumbest thing I ever heard- you said.

-I panic and I follow his advice- you nod and smile -Jonny told me that you didn’t like to watch the baseball, if it was for me I would invite you to dinner in some quiet place and while you tell me about your life- You smiled before you offered him your hand.

-Hi Taron, I’m Yn- when he understood what was happening he smiled and took your hand -I know a small restaurant where we can grab something to eat.

-I really like that- he said.

When the two of you got to the restaurant, it was full so you ordered something to go and he followed you until you stopped in a small park. He was amazed about the view and smiled when you set the food on one of the picnic tables that was in the park.

-This is amazing- he said -How did you find this place?- he asked you as the two of you grabbed the food, you shrugged.

-I’m not really sure, one day I was running and I don´t know why but I stop here and when I look around, I had this view and it took my breath away and I remember why I love this city- he nod making you giggled -I know it´s silly.

-No it's not, this view… wow- you smiled- so?

-So?- you asked, confused.

-I told you I want to hear about your life, so tell me about it- you sighed.

-Well, what do you want to know?

-Everything.

-Hm- you said -ok let me see, I born on a small town in kansas, I had an older brother, my father was a doctor and my mother took care of me while my dad work, I used to love to sing but my brother always said i sing terrible but i sang for fun but eventually i end up singing just in my car, I studied to be a nurse and one of my friends told me about this job and I told to myself, I never been on a set before, so I give it a try- you thought for a moment -I don’t really know what else to say- you said laughing.

-That’s a start- he said.

-What about you? Do you always want to be an actor- he nods.

-I started at 15, I thought it was the best way to make friends- you giggle -I went to the royal academy of drama.

-That sounds really important- you said, making him giggle.

-I have 2 sisters who I love with all my heart- you smile -I passed out on a performance one… what else?

-Your parents?

-Divorced, but they have a nice relationship, my mom married again and she’s happy.

-That’s nice, can I ask you something?- he nodded.

-How was working with Elthon John?

-Oh you're a fan?- you nod -he’s great, in what he does and as a person.

-How cool is to say “I know Elton John”- he laughs.

-If you’re thinking the same, that this has been a great date and maybe we’ll have another, then I’ll introduce him to you.

-Really?- he nods - That would make me the cool kid of the nurses team- he laughs- by the way I also think that this is going pretty well.

-Are you sure, you´re not saying that because you want to meet Elton?

-Nooo- you said joking -no I'm serious this taron is way much better than Mr. Egerton.

-Thank you.

-I just hope that your date with Johnny doesn't get better than this.

-I don't think so- he said as he got close to you -because you’re the one I like- he said making you blush, you kiss his cheek.

-So I think we can talk about that second date- you said making him smile.

#taron egerton x reader #taron x reader #taron egerton #taron imagine #eggsy unwin x reader

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thegroundsofbrooklyn · 1 year ago

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I MISSED YOU TOO TUMBLR IS AGAINST ME IT KEEPS EATING MY ASKS THOUGH IT SAID THEY SENT

OKAY SO THE PEOPLE FROM YOUR CORNER OF THE WORLD ONE DIRECTION I love Louis tomlinson so much. I loved him in 1d and loce him now. We had lots of pride stuff at our shows because well do you know the story of Larry stylinson? -Louis probably isn't straight (I mean being in love with your male best friend would suggest) but he has never specifically said what he is also he's so support of his LGBT fans and we love and support him so so much. He's so sweet and his music is great and real and he writes about sad things too!

soooooo I drove 3 hours to Ohio to see him on Thursday after work. I almost got heat exhaustion so hot. They did not have plain water for sale at like 80%of the vendors it was just beer and cocktails (yuck and also NOT HELPFUL IN 90 DEGREE HEAT), got upgraded for free Cuz they had empty seats closer (oh my fucking gosh I almost died of excitement l) IT WAS AMAZING HE WAS GREAT. I then proceeded to drive back and go to work on literally an hour or 2 of sleep and since the pandemic no where's open late anymore so I didn't eat for a day and a half opps.

I went to his Detroit show yesterday and it was lit. He literally said we were fucking unbelieveable a minimum of 4 times and thanked us and called Ohio then michigan(both of which I was at) the best shows his entire tour. I just wanted to hug him like a bazillion times.

#one directioner forever sorry to ramble about my lifelong love for 5 boys from the UK. I just love things veryyyyyyy intensely. Maybe not the normal amount but hey

The staff wouldnt let us get streamers from off the ground :( I know that's probably an odd thing to want what can I say it's a memory. Although I didnt basically sleep for 3 days it was so amazing and completely worth it. I wish I could live it a million times over. Everyone was happy, and Louis was happy:) I am not social, but the atmosphere of concerts and to a different degree professional theater is just something else. We're all there for one thing, and it's so Beautiful. It's one of those times that for me personally my depression anxiety and borderline are far from my mind. I feel euphoric on top of the world and being happy is very nice. Being happy with others; seeing two friends dance or shout words to each other or smile it makes you happy too. Even when I don't know them. So I guess I am social in liking to be around people but just not good at speaking to them.

I also lost my car in a field because they have no signage and in a sea of cars where the fuck did I park. Who knows I wandered for 20 minutes until I finally stumbled upon it. I can't even imagine those people who drink then look for cars like my human you bad decisioned.

My most unfavorite part of concerts is just getting out of the traffic jam afterword. I've learned to get to your car and sit there until there is no line of cars waiting and you're golden. (That usually takes a while bit is worth the headache and wasted gas. )

THAT IS SUPER EXCITING!! I wish you were going next month, lol. I hope you have the most fun!!!! Ahhhh boo tests BUT YAY CONCLUSION!!! That means in a few weeks I can annoy you with all the newsies thoughts xD

I WILL SEND MY FIC IDEA IN A DIFFERENT ASK BECAUSE IM SORRY THIS IS LONG. I kind of apologize for that but you did say tell you all the shenanigans xD

oh my god that sounds incredible and also so chaotic 😭 six year old me had the BIGGEST crush on all of one direction smdmdj i'm so happy you had a great time anon :))

i am going to west endsies next month, but only closing night because i'm away in the usa for about the first half of it anyway ... but i can always buy more tickets ...... 👀

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blog-reflection · 5 months ago

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ONE / Thirty - The Gang

What. The. Fuck?

I woke up, panicky looking around, touching myself. I was sweaty from fear. What was that? I looked at my phone. There was a video playing, a porn to be exact. I slowly started to piece everything together. I was tired and have been looking at the video. Out of pure tiredness I must have fallen asleep while the video was still on. The sound has triggered my brain and created this whole scenario. There was no hotel, nor a group. Just my imagination playing tricks on me. I was as relieved as I was disturbed by my own capability.

I gazed at the alarm clock on my right side. Two in the morning. Right, as if I could ever wake up to a normal time for once in my life. Well since I’m awake like I’ve been drinking energy nonstop, I might as well get up in total. I looked down the stairs into the hallway which was dark. Meaning Sarah must still be in bed. If she’d been awake, the floor would shimmer in the living room's light. But nothing. Also no smell of toast so she hasn't eaten yet. It’s crazy how fast I get used to the habits of others that are around me. I mean I’m living here for a few but still. I got in front of my computer and stared at the screen, waiting for it to turn on, which it did about two minutes later. My computer is nothing compared to Henry. I mean yeah I could check Henry for those updates as well but he’s still busy processing the last data update. To be honest it kinda bums me that Henry is as buff as he is while my computer is suffering, but we all have to watch out for our resources.

Discord was the first thing that popped right into my face. Multiple messages have been listed as unread. There is a friend invite from Midas, the guy I met a few days ago when I slept at Lucia's place. There have been a few messages from Jessen and two from Ethan. Wait…ETHAN? I stood up and fell face first into my bed. After a small break of my pure excitement I went back to my pc. Okay, let’s do this.

Discord conversation

@GreenOtter Yesterday at 11.46pm Hey I just wanted to check if everything is alright. I haven’t seen you in the last few days. I mean I haven’t seen you before but I saw your friend. I assume you don’t live here then? Well that’s a shame. Anyways, where do you live then? I guess I can easily come around if you want me to.

@GreenOtter Today at 12.50pm I hope that I don’t come across like a total creep scaring you away like that. I promise, I didn’t mean to! I was just wondering if you’d like to meet up for a coffee sometime. Anyhow ttyl Jam!

Oh my goddess he called me Jam, a nickname, already? Wait no I’m stupid, that’s literally my nick on discord. Nevermind then. However, how cute is that! I mean I have no Idea what to answer but I’m sure I’ll do so! The fact alone that I started blushing when I read this message says enough doesn't it. But before I do that, let’s check out Jesse’s annoying ass.

Discord conversation

@J3ss3 Yesterday at 11.46pm Yo yo yoooo You won’t believe it! Guess who’s now a happier woman than ever before!?!? Petal’s so happy about the fact that you made those changes. She was so happy and teary when I showed her the info display. It worked all flawlessly, according to plan, as the cool kids these days say! Nonetheless, I made a Server for all 3 of us! If you want we can even add Lucia!!! OH man this will be the beginning of something great I can tell ya!!!

@J3ss3 Today at 12.50pm Oh and Petal loves the Idea with the Icerink, she’s already on it to get tickets for the gang. Please join the server! Anyway buyeeeee

Well, first I’m more than happy that Petal is happy now and that all programming did what it had to do. Second, *the gang*? What are we? A bunch of stupid soccer lads??? Nothing against people that play soccer, I just never understood why you let 20 people chase a ball when you could have 20 puppies chasing the same ball. It just doesn't end up to me. But I guess it doesn't need to. Soo let’s see, the link is there. The profile picture is just a really….really ugly one of Jesse holding a kitten into their phone. Not sure if the kitten wanted to end there though. I assume it’s either Pixel, Sniffer or Lucian but I’m not sure it was dark when I saw them at Jesse's place.

I did have to gag a tiny bit while reading the title of the server. They literally called it “the gang” with an ugly star next to it. They better want it to look like it’s freshly baked in trash rather than a real approche on creating a fitting server for us. Well… We are kind of trash so they might have done a pretty decent job.

Anyhow, let’s see what is in there and if I’m prepared.- I was not.

This server could’ve also simply been one that was abandoned and then found by two toddlers who smeared paint all over it to make it look .. pretty? Literally, if the world would end, this would be the outcome.

On the other hand, I get to see Petal! Her nick is relatively unspecial, being Petals. However her profile picture is just amazing. It’s a picture of her, but drawn in a really cool style. It looks like concept art, but all the lines, the colours, everything is clear. She, no caps, looks like a Kpop Idol that was thrown into a game. I’m not sure if that’s an outfit she really owns or if she just made it all up to fit the vibe. Nonetheless, let’s get into this mess.

Discord Server “The Gang ✩*⋆ “ conversation

@J3ss3 Today at 2.00am So if we get there at ten we might as well get snacks prior to that?

@Petals Today at 2.05am Oh my yes please! Everyone likes snacks.

—> @Fallen_Jam joined the Server! Today 2.43am

@Fallen_Jam Today at 2.43am Hellou

@J3ss3 Today at 2.45am Yo bitch you made it! Happy welcome to you!

@Fallen_Jam Today at 2.45am THIS IS THE FUCKN FIRST THING YOU SAY TO ME??!!?

@Petals Today at 2.47am JAMES?!?! I FUCKING LOVE YOU!!!! THANK YOU SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!

@Fallen_Jam Today at 2.48am Haha I get paid for that lol. I hope it wasn’t too bad of an experience for you though :/

Happy you liked the surprise tho!

@Petals Today at 2.50am I did yeah big big big thx! Also, I was about to order the tickets for the ice rink if you still wanna come with us. They have a group ticket so if you have another one we could save some money ^^

@J3ss3 Today at 2.45am Maybe Lucia likes to come? She’s super fun. I bet Petal would love her too!

@Fallen_Jam Today at 2.48am Aktually, let me recheck something. I’ll answer later, gtg doing some stuff. Cya!

That’s it. I could ask Ethan out to join us at the ice rink. Lucia is already busy with school and being famous, so he’d be the best standin. Apart from that. Jesse could check him out as well. I trust Jesse and, well, he’d been writing with Amadeus back then so getting their view on the situation might even help. And Jesse could already meet him, and the other way around. I mean, I’m not sure if he’s able to skate on ice but if he can’t he could hold my hand. This Idea might be the best I had in forever.

All right, I’m going to ask him now.

#ice rink #crush #best friends #blog.reflection

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kat-holden · 1 year ago

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A sad love story in messages Part 2

6 May 2014

N: Long time no….text? Sorry that’s dumb. How are you?

A: That was rude. Texting me at 9 am

N: Hahaha sorry, I just came back a week ago.

A: You are back?!

N: Yes ^_^

A: I thought you will stay there like forever…I imagined you never coming back

N: Well I did. Aaand I’m moving to the capital. Super excited. How are things with you?

A: Broke. Depressed. No friends. Same old.

N: Hmm how about going out? You were very social. I am sure there are interesting people in your town..

A: No money.

N: Just hang out on a bench. Come on we had lots of fun hanging out in the park. Just do the same.

A: I have to go work. Sorry.

N: Ooookay. Just…don’t get yourself lost. I care about you. Text more often.

A: I will.

20 May 2014

N: You did it again. Sigh…just text me you are alive at least.

A: Sorry I am splitting my time between my dad’s house and uni

N: That’s a lot of traveling. Why?

A: I am broke, can’t rent anything…it’s that or being homeless

N: Oh that’s shit. I’m sorry. Wait you graduated….uni?

A: Master’s

N: Heeeeeyyy I also signed up for mine! What are the odds!

A: Cool

N: Oh stop being a party pooper. Any new shows you are watching. Let’s watch something I am bored.

A: Sure. I’ll link you the one I am watching now.

N: Yay!

16 Jan 2015

A: Hey

N: Heeey~

A: What are you doing?

N: Just got off of work. I am super tired. Working 8h a week and lectures on the weekend is shit. You?

A: Translating

N: You seem to do that a lot. Any luck with money there.

A: It’s not a lot. I have to pay bills and food and keep dad’s house in shape. I have like 20 bucks for the next 2 weeks.

N: Yeah I paid bills too…and it’s not great…

A: You get to go out at least. I have no friends…

N: It’s not as good as you think. I don’t like the people here….

A: …now think about how I feel

N: Well I do, that’s why I check on you so often

N: I always do think about you

A: It’s late and I have to finish this translation

N: Okay, don’t forget about me

28 Jan 2015

N: Hey, I’ve been thinking

A: About?

N: Well you are constantly traveling and you are basically just going to uni for the library

N: You could move in here…with me?

A: Hmm…

N: The capital is amazing! So many places to go, we will never be bored.

A: I’ll think about it.

N: Yay!

8 Feb 2015

A: I’ve been hearing good things about the city you live in.

N: Told you. Did youuu by any chance consider it.

A: Yeah we can give it a try. It’s not like I have anywhere to live currently

N: Your dad’s house?

A: I just need to keep an eye on it over the weekends

N: OMG does that mean…

A: Yep, I’ll come and see how I like it.

N: I am already excited! Eeep

10 Feb 2015

A: Got a ticket, I’m coming on Tuesday

N: This.is.amazing! I finish work at 5, but you can come pick up the keys

A: Cool, can’t wait.

20 May 2016

N: Do you have to travel again?

A: Yes, the house needs repairs. And bills to be paid.

N: But you live there only during the weekend…can’t be that bad.

A: I just have to go okay?

N: Sure. Be back on Monday then?

A: Yes.

24 May 2016

N: So um, Monday came and went. Did you decide to stay longer?

A: I had to work.

N: Oh okay. When are you coming back?

A: I don’t know…

N: Don’t do that.... Not again.

N: Alex…please…

User is no longer available

N: I am calling you. We need to talk.

N: Please pick up your phone…

User blocked you

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hale-raiser1 · 9 months ago

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luce: i wouldn't exactly call myself 'cool' but i would for sure call you nerdy 'cause that's just who you are. could you see us in a sitcom? we'd be banned from ever working together again. no one would ever hire us 'cause we did or said something that shouldn't have been done or said on television. sorry, pal, but i think we'll have to skip this idea. I DID THE SAME THING. one girl tried to tell me and i was like 'nope, if you tell me i'll never eat anything on this menu' and so wherever i went, i just picked something random and tried just about everything. it was wonderful and scary at the same time! same, Sammy. i miss our random and insane conversations at 2 and 3 in the morning 'cause neither one of us can sleep. i just miss my best friend period. awe, that's so stinking cuuute! i'm so freaking excited for you, babes. even if there is a bit of distance between the two of you, but hey! that can be changed with a plane ticket. luce: why doesn't that surprise me? you'd find your weirdo match on a dating site. why are you scared, though? it seems that the two of you hit it off right away and meeting in person just made that even more worth it in the end. so tell me what's frightening you about it all. luce: oh my god, did they REALLY tell you that you smelled? i can't even pretend i'm not laughing right now cause... well, you've never stunk around me! always smelled nice and Sammy-like. i think i was on the same dating app for a while, just recently deactivated my account because even though i could use more friends i'm not really a dating app person, ya know? it was weird for me and i'm not good at peopling. rambling and getting tongue tied? for sure. being normal and having normal conversations? meh, not so much. you're such a gentleman, my friend! oh boy, i hope there's something they find 'cause i can just imagine the huge puppy you'll become if they don't. like someone kicked you and now you'll be all sad and nope. we don't need that at all. luce: i hate you. i'm blocking you right now. luce: so what you're basically saying is that you google-stalked her and found out she was awesome. i get it. i've done that before too. just.. maybe not tell her that? it could come off kinda creepy. or maybe she's into that? could that be a kink? whatever. never mind. LOOK AT YOU. i don't know her that well but she's really sweet from the little i have talked to her. so she's right up your alley 'cause you're always really sweet. so already you have something in common! well, besides all the weirdness that matches. dude, is there alien kink? like.. could you two like probe.. you know what? forget i even started down that dark staircase into oddville.

Sam: I know. You’re the cool one, I’m the nerdy, weird one. A relationship that shouldn’t work but it does! We should have our own sitcom! I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that. You can’t not go to Ireland and not indulge in their cuisine and beer. I drank just as much as I ate and still couldn’t tell you half of the stuff I tried. I told them not to tell me what it was called in English because if I knew what it was before hand, I would not have eaten it. We’re going to have to hang out again.. this time without all the emotional shite. I just want to talk to you like we used to… she’s not my girlfriend yet but I want her to be. I just don’t want to like ask her through text or over facetime but she’s filming in Australia and I’m here in London so there’s a bit of a barrier there. Sam: Believe it or not, my weirdness is actually attractive to her! She is just as weird as me and that makes her extremely attractive to me. I was already crushing on her before we ever met in person so seeing her only made the feelings stronger. We discussed visiting Loftus Hall through texts and I told her yes and then we planned to do a roadtrip to various locations to hunt for aliens and cryptids and I just… I’m so entranced by her but I’m also getting kind of scared.. Sam: They said and I quote “you need to get out more. You are starting to smell. There has to be someone out there willing to date you. So here. Talk to people” and that was it. I could have easily deleted the profile but idk, I got curious and after fixing a few inaccuracies that they had there, I started getting hits on my profile. It was fun talking to these people but I didn’t feel a spark with any of them until Alycia. Of course I did! What kind of asshole invites a girl to a haunted house and doesn’t hold her hand and protect her? Not that we needed it. I don’t know if we actually captured anything but I sent our evidence off to be analyzed by professionals. I should have the results next week sometime. Sam: Can you even raise your leg high enough to kick me in the arse? I might even stand still long enough to let you try. She is so much more than I even knew about her. I knew of her from the shows she was on but I googled her after our first text exchange and it left me wanting to know so much more. I can talk to her for hours and not get bored. I want to listen to her talk, that accent is something else. She confided in me about her past relationships and I want to show her that not all guys are arseholes and I want to be the one that gives her what she deserves.

#(texting with sam claflin)#well yeah #they both like to ramble and see who can write the most xD #tw: long post

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theinvisiblecapricorn · 3 years ago

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Surprise, surprise.

Author's note: This is my first ever written one shot. The inspiration popped into my head during my shower. Please let me know what you think. Enjoy

Fluffy one shot.

Part 1.

// Introduction //

A little info about Y/N and Vinnie.

So, you guys met during the first Covid lockdown.

You weren’t really seeing anyone of your friends during this time because you didn’t feel like taking any risks. So the only way for you to interact with anyone, was via social media. Before lockdown you also kind of give up on the idea of finding a lover because the last time you gave it a shot it didn’t work out.

You remember one of your best friends told you ‘’ Once you start focusing on yourself, it’ll come to you. ‘’ Well, what better way to focus on yourself other than during quarantine?

That’s when Vinnie came into the picture.

After many failed attempts of having a normal conversation with serval people, the last thing Vinnie expected was to meet someone like you. A lot of the time people tried to take advantage of the fact that he was famous. They would post his personal info on social media and share their conversations for clout. Just like you, Vinnie was kind of over the idea of meeting someone who would like him for his personality instead of his name.

You guys instantly clicked. It felt like talking to someone you’ve known your entire life. There wasn’t a thing you couldn’t share with another. But because the two of you lived in different time zones you couldn’t talk as much as you’d like, but you made it manageable. There was only one problem; traveling was not an option due to Covid, so the two of you had never seen each other in real life.

Until now…

// End of introduction //

Alex (Warren) set up his camera to make a video.

He clicked on record and looked into the camera.

‘’ So as you guys know, Vinnie and Y/N met online in the beginning of Covid, but they’ve never officially seen each other in real life. Now that traveling is allowed again and Vinnie hasn’t been feeling himself lately, I thought it was a good idea to surprise him. I bought y/n a plan ticket so she can come over and hopefully cheer Vinnie up. And I will document the entire journey. ‘’

// Vinnie’s POV //

It’s noon. I lay on my bed, scrolling on my phone through TikTok. I haven’t heard from Y/N all day. Normally she would call me before going to bed herself, but she never did. I tried texting her but no reply.

Y/NNNN????

Yo bro, you there???

I miss your voiceeee

Please don’t be asleep already 

Pick up!!!!!! Or else I’m coming for you.

God, I wish I could just fly to wherever she was at and kiss her entire face. Because, yes, I am indeed in love with her, and she feels the same way about me. I just never thought I could recognize so much of myself in someone else. She’s the most kind, beautiful and loving person I know, and I can’t wait to hold her in my arms one day and never let go.

I’m starting to daydream about a life with y/n without the long distance, because it truly sucks. Then I hear a knock on the door and before I know it Alex comes rushing in with his camera in his hand.

( Vinnie & Alex )

‘’ Vinnie, say hello to everyone! ‘’

‘’ Hello everyone. Alex what do you want? ‘’

‘’ Why are you assuming I want something from you? ‘’

‘’ Because you only enter my room if you either have one of your crazy ideas to share or if you want me to get involved in something I probably shouldn’t get involved into. ‘’

‘’ Pfft, not true. My ideas aren’t crazy, they’re brilliant in their own way. ‘’

Alex grins at me. Suspiciously.

‘’ Anyways that’s not the point Vincent, I actually came in to see if you would join me to get some groceries because the only thing left are rise waffles and I’m starving. ‘’

Alex is blinking his eyes with the same grin he has had on from the moment he came into my room.

He’s not going to leave until I agree on coming. So before I know it, we’re on our way to the grocery store.

// Y/N’s POV //

I received a text from Alex a few weeks ago. He told me about his idea to surprise Vinnie. I couldn’t be more excited. Ever since Vinnie and I started talking I have pushed many of my personal boundaries. In a positive way. Vinnie has helped me regain trust in others and has showed me that love is real. I have lost my faith in love due to my previous experiences. That’s why the connection that I have with Vinnie is so important to me.

I have arrived at the airport as I turn on my phone. My phone starts to receive all the missed text messages and calls from Vinnie. I smile as I read through them.

‘’ Oh Vin, if only you knew ‘’ I think to myself.

I hear someone yelling my name behind me. As I turn around, I see Nailea running towards me.

Nailea is a close friend of Vinnie so of course she was the first to know about Vinnie’s contact with me. She’s been super kind to me, and I consider her as the sister I never had.

Nailea hugs me once she has approached me.

( Y/N & Nailea )

‘’ OH MY GOD. Girl, I am so happy that you’re finally hereeeee!!! ’’

I laugh as I see people around looking at us.

‘’ I am also very happy to be here. To finally meet everyone. For real. ‘’

‘’ Yea, now tell me, does my nose look bigger on the screen than in real life? ‘’

‘’ Hahaha, no Nai. You look fantastic on the screen and even better in real life. ‘’

Nailea and I take my stuff and walk out of the airport.

Once settled in the car, I receive a text from Alex:

We’re almost at the store. He hasn’t got a clue. See you there.

This is all a part of Alex his big plan. First, I will act like a regular costumer shopping at the same store as Vinnie and Alex. Then once they get back, Alex will distract Vinnie just a little longer, so he won’t notice me walking past the car right away. Brilliant.

// Vinnie’s POV //

Alex and I walk into the store.

‘’ Alright, what do we need? ‘’

‘’ Anything but rise waffles. ‘’

I shake my head, laughing, as I walk to the lemonade aisle.

Alex is taking out his camera and starts filming me from a far.

I start singing Paparazzi by Lady Gaga as I act like I'm hiding from him.

‘’ Oh, you should also take a few cans of coke. ‘’ Alex suggests.

As I walk towards the aisle with cans of lemonade, I notice a girl standing in front of it. Her hair instantly reminds me of Y/N. The exact same length, color and texture. Call me a simp, but I just pay a lot of attention to the girl I love. I slowly approach the girl before Alex attacks be by throwing a teddy bear on my head.

‘’ Hey, watch it! ‘’ I fix my hair.

‘’ Sorry man, I just know how much you like teddy bears. ‘’ Alex’s laughing out loud as he zooms in to my face.

I laugh, as I start to think back to the day Alex thought it would be funny to buy a giant teddy bear and have Patrick in it to scare me.

Just then, I notice the girl was gone. I didn’t see her anywhere else again.

After collecting all the stuff, we needed, we went home.

Once we arrived home, Alex stopped me before I opened my car door.

‘’ Let’s just sit here for a bit and talk about some stuff. ‘’ I stare at Alex with a confused look on my face.

‘’ Yea, because the viewers want to know, how are things going between you and Y/N? ‘’

I scratch the back of my neck and start feeling the heat take over my cheeks.

‘’ I mean, it’s hard sometimes. She’s one of the most important people in my life, yet I haven’t even met her in person. But I just know that once I do, that everything will naturally fall into it’s place. ‘’

Alex pouts as he listens to all the sweet things I have to say.

‘’ You really like her, don’t you? ‘’

‘’ I mean, yea I do. I really do. ‘’

‘’ Alright, so imagine her standing in front of you right now, what would you do? ‘’

I look at my hands as I start to imagine a situation like that.

‘’ Uh… If she was standing in front of me right now.. I would.. ‘’ My eyes scan a figure walking past the car and I couldn’t believe my eyes.

// Y/N’s POV //

Shit, I almost got caught. The plan was to go into the store, just to admire Vinnie from a far. I didn’t plan to stand in the exact aisle, where he needed to get something from. Luckily, Alex had a plan to distract Vinnie while I fled to the exit. Phew, that was close.

Alex texted me, saying they were on their way home. That’s when it hit me, I am going to be able to see, touch and kiss Vinnie for the first time ever. Nailea noticed my anxiety kicking in and she told me everything would be just fine.

It didn’t take long before Alex’s car pulled up on the driveway. Alex and Vinnie stayed in the car for a bit. My phone started buzzing as I read the notification: ‘’ Now!’’ That was my cue.

As nervous as one can be, I walked past the car with the person who’s the other half of my heart in it. I didn’t dare to look in his direction.

// Vinnie’s POV //

I couldn’t believe my eyes. This isn’t real right? Was I dreaming? I mean, I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night because I was worried sick due to Y/N not responding to me anymore.

I rub my eyes as I watch in the direction of the person again and there’s no way it couldn’t be her.

Then she turns her face into my direction and my heart starts pounding. There she is, the love of my life, the only person who can make my day just by popping up in my notifications, Y/N.

As I try to open my door, I hear Alex locking it.

‘’ Let me out! ‘’ I look at Alex as I try to unlock the door, but unable because he keeps his hand infront of the lock.

‘’ You haven’t answered my question yet. ‘’ Alex smirks at me, but I do not find it funny at all.

‘’ Please, let me out and I’ll show you what I would do if she were to stand in front of me ‘’

And with, I heard the door unlock. I jumped out of the car and ran as fast as I could to the person who I longed for the most.

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shoheilovebot · 2 years ago

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Meeting Your Parents 💗

~ Shohei Ohtani Imagine

visual:

A bit of info before we start: you and shohei have been dating for awhile but because of his busy schedule he hasn’t been able to go on many dates with you let alone dedicate a whole day to you. So during the off season you ask him if he wants to go to Oregon and meet you parents. Youre originally from Los Angeles but your parents had moved to a rural town in Oregon when you got accepted into university and got the opportunity to live on campus.

- this is very detailed and a bit of a slow burn? Not sure if that’s the correct term but it’s very sweet 💗

part 2

part 3

-ˏˋ♥̩͙♥̩̩̥͙♥̩̥̩ ⑅ ⑅ ♥̩̥̩♥̩̩̥͙♥̩͙ˊˎ

“Hey showy, I was wondering if you’d like to meet my parents” you say out of the blue.

Shohei freezes and stares at his iPad blankly.

“Showyyyy” you whine.

He looked up at you. “Yes of course my love. I’d love to meet your parents” he said nervously.

He gave you a small smile but you knew he was faking it.

“Baby don’t overthink it so much. They love you already with what I tell them about you so I’m sure they’re gonna love you even more when they meet you” you say.

“Do they know I’m a professional baseball player?” He asked.

“No I didn’t want them to tell everyone they knew so I just told them you play baseball a lot and your name is Shohei. Also that you’re a couple years older than me, very tall, handsome, a total sweetheart, and an amazing boyfriend” you answered.

He still looked very nervous.

“Baby it’s gonna be alright. I was hoping we could fly out next week and stay at their home. You don’t have to worry about paparazzis, I know you worry about me having no privacy. My parents live in a rural town so it’s just like ten thousand or so people who live there and my parents house is a bit far away from the town and closer to the woods. We will have all the privacy we want” you reassured him.

“Okay baby I’ll start preparing things for our trip” he said.

“No need to babe. I was already looking at the tickets and my parents said they would go pick us up at the airport. We would just need to see if ippei could drop us off at LAX if not we can Uber it” you said.

He stared at his iPad blankly again.

“Baby it’s gonna be okay it’s just my parents. Also my childhood pets. Oh my gosh I’m so excited for you to meet my dog penguin and my cats! I have a black cat named luna and a tuxedo cat named Luke!” You gushed.

He stared at you with a smile on his face.

“To see you all happy and smiley, I would do anything” he said.

You blushed.

“I’ll call ippei and let him know. What day will we fly out?” He asked.

“Next Wednesday.” You replied.

/ / / / / /

“Thank you ippei!” You said as you grabbed your luggage.

He smiled at you then spoke to shohei.

“I’ll let you know when we land.” Shohei said to Ippei.

Ippei nodded and wish you both a safe flight.

You walked into the airport with shohei. Both of you wearing masks and there was some people with cameras taking pics of shohei. You were walking a bit in front of him so nobody really gave you any attention which is what you preferred.

Shohei waved at them and apologized to them for not being able to answer their questions as he was in a rush.

You were up ahead just waiting for him to get past the crowd.

He was walking towards you so you kept walking and it’s something you are used to as he is afraid of people knowing who you are and stalking you. He doesn’t want your school life to get affected by his fame and the invasion of privacy that comes with it.

He caught up with you as you waited for him by the security checkpoint. You both went through security and got some food then went to your gate and waited your flight.

“I’m nervous” he said.

“Oh baby I’ve known that for a week now” you said.

“I’m just worried they won’t like me because my Spanish isn’t the best” he said.

“Oh baby no don’t say that. That doesn’t matter to them. What matters is how amazing you are to me and how much you love me” you said.

/ / / / / /

You both finally make it to Oregon and you walk ahead of Shohei and see your parents holding a sign with your name on it. You see your mom holding your dog penguin.

“Mami! Papa!” You say excitedly as you hurry towards them.

They hug you and kiss you and tell you how much they missed you. You give penguin some head scratchies and she wags her tail and sticks her tongue out happily.

There’s a crowd of paparazzi close to the escalators that you just came down from. They ran towards the escalators and you see shohei coming down them. He looks at you and you can tell that he’s very nervous.

You tell your parents to walk with you away from the crowd and you look back at shohei as he’s talking to the paparazzi and staring at you. They keep asking him if he’s going to think about being traded or whatever just a bunch of baseball stuff. As well as asking him why he’s in Oregon and if he has some brand deal here

“Mi vida (my life) where is your boyfriend?” Your mother asks.

“Mami he’s the one being surrounded by that crowd. He will follow us shortly. He doesn’t want my privacy to be invaded so in public we sometimes keep a distance.” You replied.

“He’s ashamed to show you to the public?” Your father asks angrily.

“No apá (dad) he just doesn’t want me to get stalked my crazy fans or have paparazzi take pictures of me when I’m at school or at the store” you replied.

“Don’t get mad so easily he’s just protecting our daughter you old man” said your mother.

You giggled at how she talks to your father.

“You’re also old so don’t make it seem like I’m the only crazy old person here” your father replied.

You giggled even more.

Shohei was walking towards you so you told you parents to hurry along and walk forward.

“Oh my gosh mi amor (my love) está muy guapo tu novio (your boyfriend is very handsome).” Your mom said.

You blushed. “Si ma es muy lindo. (Yes mom Hes so beautiful).” You replied.

Shohei was a few steps behind you as you waited to cross the street and go towards the parking structure where your parents were parked. Gladly the paparazzi didn’t follow shohei into the parking structure.

You reached your parents car and shohei was still a bit behind. You left your bags with your parents and went to go hug shohei. He stopped walking when he saw you running towards him. He grabbed you a lifted you up a bit. You wrapped your arms around him.

“I’ve been needing your hugs sho sho” you said.

“I know my love. I’m sorry it’s like this.” He said.

He set you down and gave you a quick kiss on the lips.

You held his hand as you both walked towards your parents.

Your mom walked towards you both and immediately hugged Shohei.

He smiled and shyly hugged her back.

“You’re so tall and handsome mijo (son). I’m glad my beautiful child is with someone as beautiful as them” you mother said

Shohei blushed “thank you. I am so lucky to have them as my partner.”

You all walked towards your dad and he shook Shohei’s hand then did the dude bro hug with him and practically smacked him in the back.

You and your mom laughed at how your dad most likely did that on purpose to scare Shohei.

“Here let me put those bags in the car my son” your dad said.

Shohei handed him the bags but helped him at the same time.

You all got into the car and your parents just started talking about you and your childhood during the ride to their home. Telling Shohei all the embarrassing things you did as a kid and telling him all the white guys you had crushes on. Telling him how your room was covered in boy band posters and you had cardboard cut outs and one time your mom caught you kissing a poster of Justin Bieber. That part made Shohei laugh hard. It was a very nice to see how your parents and the love of your life were laughing together and having a good time with your embarrassing moments of childhood and your teen years.

- there will be more parts to this. Second one will be cutesty and third one I plan to make it into a romantic part with some smut 🫦. Stay tuned my fellow shobaes! Let me know if my writing skills suck. It’s been awhile since I’ve wrote something that isn’t a research paper.

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plus-size-reader · 4 years ago

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Talent

Eddie Brock x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1897 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Eddie being assigned a co host after his first outburst on national television in hopes that it won't happen again, but it doesn’t exactly go as planned

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If there was ever a professional rival to Eddie Brock, it was you.

Personally, he didn’t see it.

You were too buttoned up, like you were reading from a set of cue cards whenever you found yourself in front of a camera, and he would never do that. That sort of reporting was inauthentic and if he ever had to act that way, he’d surely quit.

It just wasn’t who he was.

Really, the comparison between you two was sort of insulting for him.

If nothing else, it was a blow to his ego but none of that mattered after what happened with the Daily Globe.

No one would let him work solo again, which was how you’d ended up here in the first place. Both his colleagues and the general audience seemed to think that the two of you would make a perfect pair.

For some reason, the man in question couldn’t keep his mouth shut and needed a babysitter out in the field so that he didn’t make a fool out of everyone at The Eddie Brock Report.

That was something you couldn’t and wouldn’t allow.

In all honesty, the only thing you and Eddie seemed to have in common was the fact that you didn’t quite care for the other, but you didn’t get much of a choice in the matter. Jack made it perfectly clear that Eddie Brock was your meal ticket, and you couldn’t rightfully toss that away.

You loved your job, and you were good at it, so if you had to take care of the man child that was Eddie Brock for a while, you would do that. All you had to do was keep a tight lip and get this whole thing over with.

Once the interview with the Life Foundation was over, and you got paid, you could request a transfer.

It wasn’t like working with him for a few months was going to kill you. Though, he was definitely going to challenge that notion.

This morning, for example, he was already more than an hour late for your meeting.

“Nice of you to join us, Mr.Brock” you sighed, turning around to find Eddie standing in the doorway, finally. He was meant to be here at eight am sharp, just like the rest of you, but evidently, he was too good for that.

Not that you had been expecting much more than that from him.

After all, if he was all that good at his job and showing up when he was supposed to, you wouldn’t be here in the first place.

Whether Eddie realized it or not, he had developed quite a reputation in all the time he’d been on the air.

At this point, you weren’t even sure if anything he did was going to surprise you. You knew exactly what you were dealing with when you signed up for this.

What he was doing was incredibly unprofessional.

Not only did it make your life more difficult for the time being, but more than anything, he was just getting on your last nerve.

It was like he didn’t even realize that his job depended on how well this interview went. The Life Foundation was a monster of a company, and Carlton Drake had incredible influence over what happened in this city.

If this interview went poorly, it would reflect negatively on both of your careers.

You couldn’t let him ruin this for you.

Still, even from where he was standing in the doorway, terribly late and under-prepared, Eddie couldn’t have cared less about the obvious weight of this assignment.

“How are you already mad at me, I just got here?” he hummed, not even bothering to look at you as he sat down on the other side of the table, a teasing smile on his face.

You two had only ever been around each other a few times, and never under such terms.

You just didn’t know what to expect.

In your entire career, you had worked with plenty of other people but you had never encountered anyone like Eddie Brock. He was as stubborn as an ass and arrogant even when there was no reason to be.

It just didn’t seem like this was going to work.

If anything, you and Eddie brought the worst out in each other, and because of that, you were sure that this whole thing wasn't going to work.

Having the two of you work together didn’t make any sense, and you couldn’t imagine anyone would think it would work out.

All in all, working with Eddie was a terrible idea.

“You were supposed to be here two hours ago” you reminded, doing your best to keep a level head. It was becoming clear that if anything was going to get done here, you were going to have to be the one to take control of this.

One of you had to be an adult about this.

If you knew anything about Eddie, he was likely just doing this whole thing to get under your skin, but this wasn’t about that. He had a job to do, and you weren’t going to let him get out of it.

After all, he was the reason you were in this position in the first past, and he wasn’t going to bring you down because of his big mouth.

You had a lot riding on this too.

“Honey, I’m the talent. Last time I checked” he laughed, looking between the rest of the people in the room as if to verify, not that anyone wanted to get into it between the two of you.

Most of them had worked with you before, and had a lot of respect for you, but that didn’t mean they wanted to go against Eddie either.

He had a reputation as a bit of a drama queen and wouldn’t hesitate to throw a bit of a tantrum regarding whatever happened here.

“Oh, you’re right, I’m so sorry. How could I be so dense? I actually expected the talent to show up” you grumbled back, folding your arms across your chest. You were frustrated, of course, but there was no way he was being serious.

First of all, Eddie wasn’t the talent.

Neither of you were the talent, that was the whole point. He did his job like he was playing a game, or just messing around, like the job itself didn’t matter. In fact, you didn't even think he understood how serious this was.

Clearly, this was all a joke for him.

“Woah, we’re a little snippy today, aren’t we?” he jabbed, still keeping that casual air about him as he antagonized you. There was this snide attitude about him, something that showed you just how much he was enjoying this.

He thought it was funny.

“I’m not, actually. I just give a damn about my job, something that I’m sure you couldn’t understand” you huffed, deciding that you needed to just take care of this yourself.

Obviously, you were going to have to figure this out if you wanted to get out of this without completely throwing away your entire career.

Having this conversation with him wasn’t worth anything, and it certainly wouldn’t make the Life foundation interview go any more smoothly.

Without missing a beat, you started gathering your things and stuffing them into your bag.

You had been sitting here for far longer than anyone ever would have for an appointment and seeing how Brock was acting now, you realized just how much of a waste that was.

This really was a mistake.

However, once Eddie realized that you were planning on leaving, the arrogance that you had seen before started to fade away. Whether he liked it or not, he knew that he needed you and if you didn’t help him on this, he wouldn’t have a job.

The only way he got to do the Life foundation interview was if he did it with you by his side, and he needed it.

After everything he’d messed up as of late, he needed someone to take a chance on him so that he could prove himself to everyone who didn’t think he could do it.

“Hey, hold on!” he called, a light jog closing the space between the two of you, where you were now walking away from the meeting room. You had no desire to talk to him, of course, not after how he was acting, but you did stop.

You didn’t move to look at him or ask what it was that he wanted, but you stopped moving so that he could get out whatever it was he was so determined to say.

“I’m sorry if I struck a nerve, I just don’t know how this whole thing is supposed to work out. You know as well as I do that the Life Foundation is a fraud” he sighed, his words little more than a whisper through his teeth.

The truth was right there.

You were a journalist and while he may not have had a ton of respect for you in general, he knew that you could see it. Anyone who had been doing this as long as you had couldn’t possibly be blind to what was going on.

Drake was killing people, and the fact that you were still willing to go through with this interview as if he wasn’t just proved everything that Eddie believed about you to be true.

You were just another spineless icon without any morals or ideas of your own.

It wasn’t real journalism if you hide the truth.

“Even if that was true, you don’t have any proof. How are we supposed to prove it?” you asked, unsure what he was getting at. You wouldn’t be surprised if there was something wrong with Carlton Drake and the mammoth foundation he’d created.

What he was suggesting was much more than just the usual drama that came along with hiring Eddie Brock but when you looked him in the eye, you noticed that the usual mischief in his eyes was nowhere to be seen.

He was serious.

Wherever this was coming from, Eddie seemed to believe what he was saying.

“I don’t know, but I know that something is wrong and I think we need to figure out what it is” he tried, finally going for broke as he stood in front of you, acting like a crazy person.

By all accounts, you should have turned around and walked away. He was paranoid and completely determined that he was right, in a way that only someone who’d lost their mind would be. However, you couldn't help but believe him

As much as you disliked Eddie on principle, you had a lot of practice figuring out if someone was lying and you knew that whether he was right or not, he believed what he was saying and was telling the truth.

Now, all that was left to do was figure out if there was any truth to his wild claims.

“Give me a few days to ask around. We’ll meet up at the start of next week to talk, but don’t make me wait again” you decided, confident that if he was serious about this, he would show up at the right time.

After all, if he was right, you’d be risking your own career on this.

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cherryyharryy · 4 years ago

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please write something about Harry overhearing the reader’s friend tell her that Harry doesn’t spend time with her that she deserves someone better they hang up b4 the reader can say anything like angst to fluff

Thank you for requesting!

This is 80's harry lol

WC: 2.4K

Harry pauses the music on his Walkman, slipping the headphones off his ears to rest around his neck while he fiddles with the key to his apartment.

She had spent the night—his angel. It had been quite the set up, since she still lives at home with her parents while finishing college, a little white lie was passed around to cover her absence. Harry wasn’t a secret by any means, but her parents weren’t the most open minded, and a small fib was easier to handle than trying to rehash the same discussion of y/n being a grown woman. It was hard enough for her to get their approval for college...one mountain at a time.

Harry’s ears burn as he sets the groceries down in the kitchen, the thought of her still tangled up in his sheets beckoning him back to his room, is enough to drive him wild. He doesn’t catch himself zoning out until the phone rings. He untangles his music off his shoulders and yanks the phone off the wall, but y/n has beat him to it, her soft morning voice greeting Caroline before Harry can utter a word.

His brain is too slow in making the connection that he should hang up. That he shouldn’t eavesdrop on his girlfriend’s private conversation. That he owes her the respect that her parents never give her. But he hears his name, specifically, he hears Caroline ask y/n how last night was, so the phone stays glued to his ear.

“Amazing,” she purrs, and Harry’s stomach flips. “We did it like, three times.”

The girls giggle, and Harry shuffles on his feet with a veiny blush spreading all over his body. He can imagine y/n draped in his sheets, phone cord wrapped around her fingers, just a few steps away from him

“Better be nothing short of amazing,” Caroline says, “with what little time he gives you anyway. Ugh, if Tony ever left me hanging as often as Harry, I’d dump him so fast.” She smacks her gum into the phone and Harry flinches. “He tried to ditch me one time to go see Scarface with Rob, and I was like, hell no, you’re taking me skating like you promised. Honestly y/n, you can do better. You’re surrounded by college boys, go find a future doctor.”

The phone almost slips from Harry’s hand, but he catches it and hangs it back on the wall, just in time for his entire world to start crumbling to his feet.

Did he really not spend enough time with y/n?

How long has this been a topic shared between them?

And why hasn’t she said anything before?

Harry stands in the middle of his kitchen, immobilized. He can’t lose her, especially not to something he can fix. She’s been his girl since they were sixteen, there’s too much history between them, or so he thought.

He files through the memories he has of them together, trying to quantify them, trying to see where he started slipping.

Maybe it’s when he took over his dad’s business? But she knew how demanding it would be, and always supported him. Or maybe it’s because they don’t go out as much? Between him managing an appliance store, and her working towards a bachelors, they often opt for nights on the couch watching SNL reruns.

His mind is foggy, and he doesn’t catch his bedroom door creaking open.

“H?”

Harry startles back to present, gripping the counter as y/n emerges from his room wearing nothing but his t-shirt.

“You okay? Look like a deer caught in headlights.”

“Mm, no, fine.”

“I heard you come in a bit ago.” She flicks her eyes over his kitchen, looking for the breakfast he had promised to make almost an hour ago.

“Didn’t want to be too loud.”

“Oh, alright.” She smiles, attempting to diffuse whatever awkward tension has settled in his home. “Well, cook away! I can help too.”

He grabs her wrist before she reaches the fridge. “No, I’ll make it for you. Go back to bed.”

“You sure?”

He nods, forcing a smile.

She peers back over her shoulder twice on her walk back to his room, hoping to figure out what’s going on, but learns nothing.

As soon as his door shuts, Harry flies around his kitchen, grabbing what he needs to make the fastest breakfast in the world.

He’s going to spend every free second he has with her, and doesn’t want to waste any if he doesn’t have to.

***

Harry knows he’s borderline annoying. And he knows his actions are beginning to appear creepy, if not bizarre. He tags along with y/n everywhere she goes now, even at the doctor where he almost followed her back to her exam. She gently placed her hands on his chest and told him that she would rather the doctor do the job, promising she’d be out in no time.

She’s been tiptoeing around him too, not sure what to make of his new routine of gluing himself to her side, hoping it will wear off and things will go back to normal.

But she waits and she waits, and normal never resurfaces.

“H, baby, I can’t concentrate with you so close to me.”

Harry looks offended, slipping his reading glasses off his nose and closing the book he was halfway through, giving her his full attention when he asks what she means.

Y/n peers around the library, not wanting to have this discussion so publicly, but too keyed up to wait any longer. “I’ve just noticed that you’ve...been a little clingy lately? More like a lot.”

“I just wanted to spend more time with you.”

“You’re picking me up, and walking me to my classes—”

“Thought that was nice?”

“You don’t even go to this school. Listen, the sentiment is nice, but I’m starting to feel a little suffocated.”

Harry bites his cheek so hard he draws blood. “And what did Caroline have to say about that?”

“What?”

“I’m sure that nosy friend of yours had a lot to say about me when you brought this up.”

“Excuse me!”

“Quiet, please,” one of the staff members shushes y/n, “Or I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

Y/n ignores the snickers from a table of girls nearby, recoiling her embarrassment and turning it to anger. Her voice, although lowered, now drags out of her mouth in sharp tones. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I heard everything, that morning Caroline called my phone to talk to you about how crummy of a boyfriend I am.”

That morning, now a month ago, is hardly a memory in y/n’s head. She fights around for details of the conversation, but comes up empty handed. “I still don’t know what you’re talking about, and frankly, I don’t care.” She starts closing all her books and gathering her school work to shove into her bag.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.”

Harry blinks, fumbling for his next question as y/n hurries across the library. He’s quick to catch up with her, waiting until they’re outside where they don’t have to whisper. “Don’t walk, I have my car.”

He reaches for her shoulder but she shrugs it off. “I’m going home. My home, not yours.”

Harry freezes on the sidewalk. She continues on her way until she disappears around the building. A few students yell out at Harry, making fun of the guy who, from a distance, just got rejected. He flips them off and heads to his car, beating the steering wheel all the way back to his apartment.

***

“You’ve been studying an awful lot lately,” y/n’s dad comments from across the dinner table. “Do you have a big test coming up?”

“Hm?”

“You spend the night with Rayna almost every weekend.”

“Oh, uh, yeah. We have a lot of tests.” Y/n spoons a bite of mashed potatoes into her mouth, thankful neither of her parents went to college. It’s allowed for more stretched lies when she sleeps over at Harry’s. “Like a lot. Every week.”

Her mother hums from her seat, nodding to save her spot in the conversation while she finishes chewing. “We told you how hard it would be. But you wouldn’t listen.”

“That’s not—” “Shelly’s daughter just got a job as a receptionist, over at that dental office by the mattress store.” Her dad points at y/n with his fork. “You could ask her if she knows of any other places looking for a girl.”

“I’m not going to have a job where the requirement is girl.”

“You’re taking this too liberally, dear. Oh Lord, John, that school did just what you said.”

“No—”

“That’s what happens, girls go off to try and get a degree...and what for? What are you going to do when you get married and have kids?”

“Kids!?”

Her mom scoffs. “Well you’re not going to be able to raise children and work.”

“Are you two serious right now? It’s 1985, not fifty-five! Women go to college, they work, some of them don’t even get married! Or have kids!”

“When you were little you couldn’t wait to be a mom. Now all of a sudden you’ve changed your mind. That never would have happened if we hadn’t let you go off to that damn school.”

“Yes I’ve changed my mind! If it hadn’t been for that school, I never would have realized that it’s my own mind to change. It’s my own life to do whatever I want with, not yours.”

“Well I am—” Her dad is interrupted by the door bell echoing outside the kitchen. “One minute. We’re not done with this yet.”

Muffled voices stagger from the front door while y/n pushes the food around her plate. She hopes that whoever is at the door keeps her dad busy for a while. She knows her mom won’t have these types of conversations without him, which just showcases the lifestyle she is adamantly trying to avoid. One that was passed down to her parents, but y/n is determined to squeeze herself out of that narrative no matter what.

“Y/n!” her dad calls, “you have a visitor.”

Y/n peers up at her mom, both women exchanging confused glances before they go see who had arrived.

“Oh,” y/n says dully, “It’s you.”

Harry stands with his hands shoved into jacket pockets, peering at each family member before speaking. “Hey, uh, I was hoping we could talk. Privately.”

Y/n nods, and leads the way back through the kitchen to the back porch. She’s not really in the mood to be talking to him, or having this conversation, but right now he’s a free ticket away from her parents, so she accepts.

They sit halfway down the steps, just like they’ve done a thousand times before. Her on the right, him on the left. Usually his arm is thrown over her shoulder, and their knees bump together until Harry pulls her in so close that not even a breeze could fit between them, but now they’re both collected on their respective sides of the wooden step.

“Heard the new Prince song?”

Y/n rolls her eyes. “It’s been a week.”

“Exactly, a lot’s happened in a week. Prince came out with a new song, Michael Jordan’s rookie of the year, and there’s gonna be a Rocky four.”

“Did you come over to talk about everyone else’s good news?”

Harry sighs. “We’ve never gone a week without talking. Ever.”

“Well you really hurt my feelings.” She turns to look at him, tears welling up in her eyes. “I mean, you don’t even trust me, so you listen in on my phone calls—”

“That’s not—no. I picked up when you did.”

“But you still listened.”

“Okay yeah, but only because I heard my name.” He shrugs, a timid smile playing on his lips. “Wanted to hear what you thought about me.”

“I tell you what I think all the time. I’ve never kept my feelings secret from you.”

“It’s different.” He pulls his hands from his pockets and runs them through his hair, tugging on fistfuls of curls out of frustration. “But then when Caroline said all that, ‘bout me not spending enough time with you, it killed me.”

“That’s what this is about,” she sighs, more to herself than to Harry as the memory of that morning resurfaces in her mind. “You dork, what about what I said back?”

“I hung up. Didn’t wanna hear anything else after that.”

“I told her how wrong she was. How we spend lots of time together.”

“You did?”

“Mhm. She’s always bragging about her and Tony, like they’re the first two people to date ever. I totally rubbed our relationship in her face.”

Harry’s surprised by the gleam on his girlfriend’s face, and tries not to laugh. “What else did you tell her?”

“I dunno.” She shrugs, suddenly shy. “Can’t remember.”

“How convenient.” He nudges her knee with his, and she bumps him back.

Y/n exhales, dipping her head back to squint at the stars peeking out from a cloudy night. “My parents are driving me crazy.”

“They always drive you crazy.”

“Yeah but, more than usual. I got spoiled staying with you on the weekends.”

Harry hums, reaching his arm over to pull her into his side. “Maybe it shouldn’t just be weekends…”

“They would know something’s up if I stayed over on weeknights.”

“No, baby, I mean permanently.”

“Like moving in together?”

“Why not?”

She chews on her lip, trying to keep her smile hidden. “I don’t know...that’s a big deal. It’s a big step.”

“We can think about it. No rush.”

“It would be nice. To see each other whenever we wanted.”

Harry tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “Wouldn’t have to ask your parents permission for anything.”

“Yeah…”

“Just me.”

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding, angel.” He kisses her forehead and takes her hand, helping her up.

Y/n’s parents are in the living room when the two are back in the house, and just the thought of continuing her evening here lights a fire under y/n.

“I’m going over to Harry’s,” she announces.

Harry drops her hand, just as surprised as her parents.

“Excuse me?” Her father turns the t.v. off and straightens in his chair. “I don’t think so.”

“Well I think so,” y/n defends. “Come on, Harry.” She takes his hand and tugs him towards the door.

“Harry!” Her mother protests.

He looks over his shoulder just as he’s being led out the door. “Oh, you can call me Rayna.”

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myafterlifeisbetterthenyours · 3 years ago

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OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp pt.5

(Hold up!!! Before you read this, at the bottom I've left links to the first 4 parts. Go read them first, so youve got all the back story.)

((This is a long fanfic and will consist of multiple parts.)

True to your word, you sent him the address later that day.

You agreed to meet up in the afternoon, telling him the meeting up time to meet.

Stolas had suggested a dinner date, but you had turned that down for some reason, telling him you had a better idea.

You had actually asked him on a date.

So happy was he, the rest of the day seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, the owl caught in a blissful haze.

Eventually it was dinner time, where the prince found himself eating alone, again.

He hadn't eaten with his family since, well you know.

He chose something simple.

Leftovers.

Grabbing the plate of last night's roast, he popped them into the microwave.

As he waited for his meal to heat, he quickly scrolled through his phone.

He was checking your voxtigram again, enjoying the collection of photos of you.

As he looked through he found the picture of you and Blitzø, the sight sending a pang of regret through his chest.

It was strange to think, just a day ago, he'd been head over heels for the Imp. Totally infatuated with him, and now... now he knew the truth.

Blitzø saw him as a meal ticket,nothing more.

He was just way to get to the living realm. What an idiot he'd been, a few kind words, a bit of sex there and he was totally under Blitzøs spell. He felt like an idiot.

His eyes shifted to you, and such warmth bloomed through his chest.

But you. You were genuine. You didn't want money or power, you wanted to make him happy.

You wanted to actually spend time with him, he wasn't just a meal ticket to you, he was someone worthy of love an attention.

He knew you weren't in love with him, not yet, but you would be, he'd show you just how worthy he was of your love.

His thoughts were interrupted by his dinner finished heating up.

He ate in silence, Stolas spending the whole time staring at the pictures of you.

After dinner he went for a shower, the hot water cascading down his body, the heat reminding him of the warmth you brought him just a day ago.

His thought slid to his time with you, fantasising about how intimate, how delicate and seductive you'd been.

The complete opposite of Blitzø.

His thighs ground together, his breath picking up as he slid a hand between his thighs.

He imagined you, holding him close, treating him like that delicate work of art, bringing him pleasure he didn't know existed.

Pleasure racked his body, his breathing hitched. And before he knew it, a mind shattering orgasm wracked his body.

After recovering from his little self pleasuring, he cleaned himself up and got out of the shower.

Walking into his room, he fell on his bed, feeling quiet satisfied. Curling up in bed, he fantasied about what the next day could hold for him.

He had a dreamless sleep that night waking up later than he had the morning prior, finding himself again, well rested.

Getting up, he went about his usual morning routine, all the way until he chose his outfit.

You had said something about wine, so did that mean it was more of a fine dining establishment. But you had said a pizza place right? So was it more of a casual, family restaurant.

He spent nearly half an hour thinking it over before he just decided to text you.

Stolas: Is there a dress code for tonight? I'm just picking out my outfit and don't want to come over dressed, I want something that to wow! you.

(Y/N): Hehehe, not really. Pick something casual and probably bring a coat as well, It gets kinda chilly out there at night.

(Y/N): We'll only be staying at the restaurant to eat, then I've got something planned for afterwards elsewhere.

Stolas: Is that so? And what have you got planned, something exciting I hope.

(Y/N): Nu uh, no hints. You'll just have to wait till tonight.

Stolas: Not even a little hint? 🥺🥺🥺

(Y/N): Nope, but I can promise it'll at least be the most romantic thing an Imp has ever done for you.

That kinda stung, bringing many unwanted memories to the forefront of his mind. You quickly texted again,

(Y/N): Fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything like that. I just, doubt an Imp like me could match the typical royal date.

Stolas: it's alright, I understand what you meant.

(Y/N): But I can promise it'll be the most romantic thing someone's done with you on a budget.

Stolas actually laughed at that, falling onto his bed like a teenager. The two of you exchanged a little more info, before he finally picked an outfit.

He chose a fairly simple outfit; A stylish pair of jeans, a simple red and black T-shirt with a rather attractive heart pattern across it and then it was one of his favourite leather jackets with a beautiful fur collar

He left the manor grounds just as the sun began to set, the city night-life around the manor already beginning to pick up.

It was a fairly short drive, most people knowing to stay out of the way of a royal limousines.

Finding the street and location you'd described, he had the limo park in front of a rather unassuming building, not really looking any different from the hundred other boarded up buildings on the block.

Getting out, he stood there for a few minutes before he heard you call out. 'Hey good lookin, looking for a good time?' Turning around, he found you approaching.

You carried a simple wicker basket, wearing a humble, yet fitting attire,

You wore a stylish black T-shirt that seemed to just cling to all the right places, your jeans were faded, but not enough to warrant throwing out. And a pair of simple black shoes.

When you got closer, the demon piped up, 'If you were planning a picnic, the basket kind of gives it away.' He told you playfully.

You released a laugh, shaking your head. 'Nah, all that's already set up. I just don't wanna carry everything from here to there by hand.' You told him simply.

'Ooooh' he cood, 'and what is it your getting here, hmm?' He asked, playfully gesturing to the building.

'Oh you know, this and that, you'll be surprised how much they serve here.' You told him just as playful.

Stolas stood up before looking around, 'Speaking of what they serve here', I can't help but wonder where "here" is, this doesn't exactly look like a restaurant.' He told you, gesturing to the rather dull wall of buildings before you.

You just chuckled, looking up at the prince before telling him, 'Dont judge a book by its cover, dear prince of mine' you told him playfully.

You hadn't realised it, but when you called him yours, it sent a wave of euphoria through the owl that he simply couldn't describe.

His mind was addled, the owl clutched himself as he watched you speak, to caught up in this feeling to catch what you said.

He was snapped from his stupor, when he found you were looking up at him, seemingly expecting a response.

The owl panicked, snapping to attention and blurting out, 'Of course, words to live by,' before he just stood there, smiling like an idiot.

You stared at him for several moments, the awkwardness so palpable you could practically see it in the air.

After another moment, Stolas shook his head, 'S-sorry, uh, what was that last thing?' He asked, trying to salvage the situation.

You chuckled, shaking your head, 'nothin, let's go shall we?' You asked him, stepping forward.

He followed close behind, following you into a nearby alleyway.

He followed in silence, but as your path grew longer he decided to ask where you were going. Only for you to suddenly stop and turn towards a large metal shudder.

Looking up at him, you did a little knock on the shudder, before just standing there.

A few minutes pass by before Stolas whispered, 'what are we waiting for?'

You laughed at that, before telling him, 'He always takes a minute to get here... any second now.'

A few seconds go by, just as Stolas was gonna pipe up again, the shudder suddenly shot up, revealing an middle aged Imp carrying a shotgun.

The Imp stared at him for a few moments before looking down and spotting you, 'Oh (Y/n)! Didnt expect you so early.' He told you, lowering the shotgun, 'who's the string bean?' He asked bluntly.

You just laughed as Stolas became indignant, looking himself up and down before asking himself if he really look like a string bean?

''This is my...' you hesitated for a moment, the owl held his breath, waiting for you to finish the sentence

'... my date' you finished, 'this is my date "Prince" Stolas.' You told him firmly, enough pride in your voice to make Stolas flush.

The Imp looked him up and down, 'A prince huh? Damn (Y/n), really pickin up your game' The older Imp gave you a rather lecherous grin.

You scoffed, stepping forward and asking 'Can we come in or are we just gonna stand around talking all night?'

The elder Imp just huffed before stepping out of the way.

The two of you walked into a somewhat narrow stairwell, the prince having to crouch walk to squeeze in there.

'Sorry 'bout the tight fit there your highness, we usually only get Imps down here, it'll be more roomy downstairs.' The old Imp spoke up as they made there way down the stairs.

Stolas chose not to reply, choosing instead to just take it in stride.

It was another minute of walking down the cramped stairwell when they suddenly entered a much larger chamber, the owl able to stand up.

Once he'd stretched his back, Stolas got a good look around, and found himself transfixed by the splendour of the place.

Honestly the place could probably give most of the restaurants he'd been too a run for there money.

It was a large hall, clearly some old structure with black bricks making up most of the walls.

A number of quaint little lanterns hung from the roof giving the whole chamber a pleasantly dim atmosphere.

A series of tables filled the centre of the chamber, each one decked in a cloth, with its very own candle lit center piece.

The architecture created smaller arches along the walls, many of them gave way to small booths where other Imps were enjoying there meal. While others were filled in by wine wracks, each one filled with a variety of bottles.

'My it's... it's...' before Stolas could finish, you cut in, 'yeah... I know, it's not exactly the rits, but for an Imp run business, it's pretty sophisticated.' You seemed disappointed, likely having interpreting his stunned silence as disappointment.

Stolas quickly cleared that up, telling you 'it's beautiful, I've never seen a place like it.' He told you honestly.

Looking down he found you positively beaming.

Reaching out, you grabbed his hand. You dragged him along like an excited child, taking him to what was obviously the front desk.

Placing the wicker basket on top the counter, you binged the bell.

A moment passed before a shorter and clearly much older Imp walked out. Upon seeing you there face lit up, 'Oh (Y/N), so good to see you.' They said cheerfully, pulling out a medium leather bound book from under the counter, they looked up and said, 'Lets see. Ah! Here you are. One table. A high ceiling and a strong bottle, correct?' They asked pleasantly.

You just nodded, them quickly putting the book away and began leading you away.

He found himself led into another chamber, this one much smaller but still just as pleasant.

In this one, a quaint little chandelier, giving the room a pleasant warm glow.

The older Imp quickly left, promising to bring menu's upon his return.

You led him in 'Beautiful place, isn't it?' You asked, seeming a hundred miles away.

'It is' He agreed, never taking his eyes off of you.

It took a few moments, but eventually you locked eyes, a smile growing across your lips.

After a moment, you seemed to snap back to reality, quickly walking over and pulling out one of the chairs, 'Your highness' you told him, an almost seductive tone to your voice.

'Such a gentleman' he spoke playfully, taking his seat.

Pushing him in, you walked around and took your seat.

Sitting down, you leaned forward, the two of you sitting in silence for a moment, neither of you sure what to say.

Eventually you spoke up, 'Can... can I ask you something?' You asked hesitantly.

Stolas, seeing the mood shift, leaned forward, responding with 'of course you can... what is it?'

You took a moment, placing your mouth behind your balled fist, 'I just... I just want to know... What is this?' You asked somberly.

That took him off guard, 'I, uh... I thought this was a date,' he tried to lighten the mood.

You did smile at that, but it was short lived, the sombre look returning.

'No... I mean like, you and me. What is this?' You asked him.

Stolas found himself at a loss.

What were you?

This was a date, wasn't it? So that would make you a potential couple? But he was already married... so, what the hell did that make you?

He sat there for longer than he'd like without an answer, before he felt he just had to say something. 'I don't... I don't know.' He told you honestly.

'I mean, this is a date? And I uh...' He didn't know were to go.

Out of options, he decided to do something that hadn't gone the best for him lately, but with you he felt it would be his best course to take.

He was gonna go with his gut.

'I want there to be something.' He told you, 'You make me feel like... like I deserve to be loved. Like I can be loved... Something I haven't felt in quiet a while.'

'I haven't felt like I really deserve anything in... Hell.... Decades?' He was tearing up now, his voice thick with emotion, 'I don't know if I deserve love, (Y/N).'

'I only ever seem to end up hurting the people I care about.' Tears formed in his eyes, the owl gripped his head, 'Lately I feel like a curse. Like I can only bring pain and misery to those around me... and after what I've done, I can't help but feel I deserve it.'

He looked up at you, a little smile across his face, 'But you... you make me feel like... like someone cares about me... Like someone cares about what I want. And you don't want anything from me... your not just using me as a means to an end... You care about me.' He was shaking now, a gentle tear sliding down his cheek.

He sat there for a moment, on the brink of tears, just as he felt you grab his hand.

Looking down he found you gently grasping his hand. You slowly inspected it, gently running your fingers along the long slender digits.

'You know...' you began, unease in your voice. 'I had no idea what I was doing, that first time.'

'I wanted to cheer you up, make you smile.' You let out a little chuckle, 'And as cliché as it might sound, I could tell you just wanted someone to love you, to make you feel something.' you smiled up at him.

'I knew you needed some kind of affection and I... I couldn't just let you sit there, drowning in despair. So I did it, I gave you the love you needed' You told him, your voice getting a little unbalanced.

You looked up at him, your throat tightening and voice becoming shaky, 'And if after that first time together... I after what we did... you had said you wanted to just pretend like nothing happened. I would have accepted it. I could have accepted that.' You told him firmly.

'Theres so much misery around me, so many suffering for no real reason. So if I could make you happy, even for just a moment. I'd be happy.' A smile spreading across your face.

'I don't know what's gonna happen next.' You told him. 'And I don't know what's gonna happen next.'

Your voice grew firmer, as did your resolve. 'But I wanna get closer to you and you wanna get closer to me. So how's about we just... see where this goes?' You asked him.

Stolas was a little shocked, 'You... you'd really do that, just give it a shot, to be with me?' He asked incredulously.

You just nodded your head, a little smile across your face, 'I... I wanna be with you Stolas, if that's alright with you?' You asked almost playfully.

Stolas couldn't help but laugh, vigorously nodding his head, 'Yes, Yes, a thousand times Yes.' He told you getting to his feet.

His emense height allowing him to lean over the table, locking you into a passionate kiss.

The Owl couldn't help it, he pressed into the kiss, so much so he was scared he might hurt your lips.

But he just couldn't help it, he was feeling such passion right now, all he could think to do was get as close to you as possible.

Hey Hey. Doing some old stories now. I've got so many requests I think I'll just relax a little, do them at my own pace.

This is the 5th part of my series Here's the link to my other chapters

OBSESSIVE STOLAS X Male Imp Pt.1

OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp Pt.2

OBSESSIVE STOLAS X Male Imp Pt.3

OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp pt.4

so check that out. I'm gonna be doing some more of my own original works lately, but feel free to leave a request, just don't expect me to get to it any time soon. Any way, hope you enjoyed the story. Bye Bye.

#helluva boss headcanon #helluva boss #headcanon #x reader #helluva boss x reader #helluva stolas #stolas x reader #stolas

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seventhrounder · 3 years ago

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Mikko Rantanen visited NHLWAM via a video call [x] after the first round sweep over the St. Louis Blues. There will be a second part next week but I've translated the first part:

- At the beginning Putkonen asked Mikko to rotate his phone screen to horizontal. Mikko didn't realize he had a rotate lock on and when he did figure it out he said: "Oh well fuck hey" and Putkonen called him "an IT ninja"

- About Donskoi's love for repairing cars: "I remember a few weeks ago my car notified that the pressure in the tyres was low and I didn't wanna take the car to a gas station so I called Donskoi and asked him if he had the tools and Donskoi was all excited and told to come by and that he had all the tools and stuff in his garage. So I went there and he got the pressure fixed and he did some other repairing too, he's a car man so noticed that stuff right away."

- If he's gotten any speeding tickets since he's got a nice Mercedes. Mikko said he hasn't gotten any, he's "good at dodging the police".

- On the topic of tickets (fines) he got asked about the embellishing fine earlier this season. "Oh hey, this latest fine, atfer it was reported in the media I was pretty mad and called the dude who's in charge of these fines and told him I totally disagree with it and he was like "okay send us a message". They have a committee of nine people who decide and vote on these fines. So I sent them an email, I showed it to my teammates and they told me I could go to a law school with it. I wrote eight points on it about the incident, I remember when it happened and how it went. It was a toe pick so I flew on my stomach, it looked like a jump so I get why it looked like an embellishment. But then turns out they vetoed the fine but surprisingly that didn't make it into the media."

(Putkonen: "We're gonna make sure this one comes out. How long did it take to write the email?") "I don't remember the last time I had something where I actually had to think about how I'm gonna type it. It took about half an hour at least, it wasn't anything too long. I can read it aloud to you in the future episodes sometimes."

- "What was up with when you interrupted Graves' interview? - "We have this thing, I think a lot of teams have, that after every game we reward the best player or someone who made a big block or something. We give it (the necklace) out after the game, we wait that everyone gets into the locker room first and I don't know why but after every game someone has an interview that takes like 10 minutes and everyone waits in the room like "when will he come back". And that time it took a bit too long, I've been there patiently waiting in 56 games plus playoffs but this time I was like "okay this is enough".

- About what's his deal with peanut butter. "Here in Denver there's a restaurant where they sell burgers with it, they apply it like butter on it and it's good, I recommend. It sounds terrible and was horrified when I first heard about it but it was surprisingly good actually. I even use peanut butter with porridge at breakfast, or actually it's almond butter but yeah that's almost the same." (He picked peanut butter over ketchup, when asked to pick between them)

- Manninen: "I was watching Nashville the other day and it reminded me, do you remember when Matt Duchene wanted to go play for a winning organization?" - "Yeah, I remember it well. After my first season it was hard to think we would be here in 2021, as one of the biggest contenders. I don't think Duchene could imagine a change this fast either. But kudos to Sakic for building a good team."

- About the playoffs so far: "Of course it's good to win a playoff series but we are keeping in mind the main goal and know it's only getting tougher. We are pretty level-headed and didn't really even celebrate the first round win."

[link to translation of part 2]

#mikko rantanen #colorado avalanche #mp #translation #he's such a solid dude i'm mad that i can't translate his dialect #but hope yalls still enjoy!!#nhlwam

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bostongirl13 · 3 years ago

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NEW DODGER PHOTO PART 10

A/N: It's been a while since my last post here. But I'm back, I think so and I will write more. I have one ff with Steve during my work, so maybe you will see something new. For now catch the new (late) part of the NEW DODGER PHOTO SERIES

Summary: One stranger is enough to challenge what should last forever and undermine the love written in the stars.

Words: 900+

Warnings: angst, smut, fluff

My masterlist

New Dodger Photo Series

This was Chris's first project he got involved in since you became a couple. Of course, you knew what you were writing for, however, the theory has nothing to do with reality.

The first night without Chris was a nightmare. You couldn't sleep, you woke up every now and then, and although the enormous royal bed was the most comfortable place on earth, now it felt like you were lying on a piece of wood with studded nails. Poor Dodger also had trouble finding a suitable place. You just didn't know if it was because its owner was gone or because you were restless. The following nights weren't any easier. You tried to sleep in the guest room, the living room, and even the office. Of course, you didn't mention it to Chris because he would get on the first plane and go home right away. After two weeks, you got your first night's sleep without getting up and looking next to your boyfriend's body. Dodger also clearly calmed down which made you very happy.

It was Chris's birthday and you wanted everything to be perfect. You came up with an idea to surprise Chris. So you bought a ticket to Paris, left Dodger in Lisa's care, and wrote to Scott what the plan was. Everything ran smoothly and without complications. You both ate a delicious dinner, but you didn't make it to dessert.

His cock was inside you hitting all the right places deeply. He wasn't gentle, his fingers digging into your body holding you in a position that was comfortable for him. And you barely stood on your feet and held on to the balcony railing, struggling not to moan like a cheap whore. But you had to admit that you were her to this man.

"Oh god. You're so good, ”he growls, feeling you clench around its length. You felt every vein on his big cock and how it pulsates telling you that he is close.

“Cum inside me, I want to be full of you, ”you gasped.

Chris snarled in response and began hitting your sweet spot harder.

It was the first of the few rounds of the evening. However, all good things come to an end, and after two days of plenty of sex, sleeping, and eating, each of you had to come back to your unwanted reality.

You picked up the Dodger from Lisa and went straight to your house. A black Mercedes was parked on the driveway. You have not remembered inviting any guests, and even more so, none of your mutual or separate friends drives such a car.

The door was open. You reached into your purse for pepper spray and squeezed the Dodger harder.

"Take it easy" you whispered to him or yourself, you didn't know who you want to calm down yourself.

"I'm in the kitchen!" you heard a woman's voice "Hey I thought you were in Par ... Who the hell are you?" the black-haired woman was standing in an apron and was baking a cake.

"I think I should ask this question"

Dodger was clearly not happy to see the intruder because he started to growl softly.

"I am Dien. I am Chris's wife and wife."

Did she just say ... What the fuck ?!

"Excuse me? I must have misheard," you shook your head.

"I do not understand?"

"Well, apparently," you said, "I don't know who you are and what you're doing here, but there is a door," you pointed "And if you have a problem with that, I'll be happy to call nice gentlemen in the police who will help you get out" you added.

The woman looked at you for a moment, unable to understand something.

"You're Dodger's babysitter right?" she said after a while, "Chris didn't tell you I was coming."

You opened your eyes wide. The blood started flowing faster through your veins and the pressure jumped up.

"I'm not Dodger's guardian, I'm Chris's fiancée. And you must have mixed up houses and men."

"I didn't think of anything, but you must have imagined something," she said and turned to the bowl full of dough. You wanted to grab her by the hair and force her out the door. But you were afraid that you might have a gun with you.

"Come on again. Get out of my house or I'll call the police."

"Listen to me girl. Whether you like it or not, I'm getting married to Chris" she started taking off her apron and reaching into her purse. You tightened your fingers on the gas bottle tighter but loosened the ones on the dog's leash.

"If you want, I'll call Chris and tell you himself", she raised her eyebrows, holding the phone in her hand.

"Get the fuck out of my house," you said firmly.

A smile appeared on the woman's face, "Maybe I expressed myself a little bad at the beginning, but you will not become his wife. Your name is Y / N, right? He told me about you."

The woman started walking slowly towards the door, but before she left she added. “Darling, he doesn’t care. He doesn’t think about you at night. He doesn’t talk about you and about how bad he misses you. Sweetheart, he doesn’t care about you and he doesn’t love you, maybe he never did. And everything is and was a lie. I’m sorry” and she left. Leaving you with a thousand thoughts, confused and shocked. Who was this woman and what was she talking about?

Leaving you with a thousand thoughts, confused and shocked. Who was this woman and what was she talking about?

tags: @patzammit @ivettt @mostannoyingbillioner @speechlessxx @angrybirdcr @ozarkthedog @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @sweetflowerdreams @worksby-d

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blackbat05 · 3 years ago

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I need a break

Shangqi x Reader (Platonic)

A/N: I feel like I’m loosing steam towards the end of my placement and wow I have never needed a break this badly before. Perhaps a short Shangqi x Reader imagine where they are both University students. Seriously at this rate I’ll just be solely a Shangqi writer HAHAHA. Doing this on my phone because I don’t want to open my work computer. Let’s see where this impromptu idea takes me to. Hope you enjoy it and as always like and comment if you wish!

Genre: PG-13

Warnings: None really, just friends supporting each other! I guess there’s an inaccurate timeline if you look at the MCU but hey this is an imagine plus if you look at some of the wiki pages, Shangqi is actually born in 1998/1999. So appreciate if you’re kind enough to go with the flow to read this comfort fic!

‘Y/N!’ Shangqi rushes to catch up with you after class. You made an effort to conceal your tiredness but he saw it right through. ‘Gosh…you alright?’

You think to yourself. Were you really alright? The answer was pretty obvious. You were ten weeks into your placement and your emotions were a jumbled up mess. Having to deal with work responsibilities was one problem, school assignments were another issue all together. At this point, you felt like you were just getting through each week for the sake of it.

At first, you believed that what you were going through was simply a transition to becoming an adult. You thought that naturally, you would be able to persevere through the stressful periods by yourself. But of course, it has been hard.

You were a social work intern at a neighborhood youth centre, thirty minutes away if you took the train and bus. The work was fulfilling in it’s own ways, but recently there were self-doubts filling your brain, if you were really cut out for the job in the future. If you weren’t, what else could you do?

As you sat with Shangqi in the school’s student-ran cafe, you found yourself pouring out the exact same concerns to him. Credit to him, Shangqi never interrupted your monologue, he just simply listened. That’s what best friends were for. That’s what you did for him to when he ran into issues with his family.

Even then, he couldn’t deny that hearing you doubt yourself broke his heart. He had known you since high school. You mostly kept to yourself and one or two close friends. Despite joining the school’s athletic team where you were one of the main athletes, you preferred to stay in the shadows unlike some of your teammates. That didn’t stop you from going out of your way to help other students in need; like helping the girl who was in an arm cast to copy the social studies notes, even if it meant you had to do it twice. Or maybe just talking to a friend who was stressed out about their results.

Basically, you had studied your ass off to get a secured spot at this university who were only one of the few that offered the degree. He remembers you telling him the moment you got your offer, ‘I’m finally good at something. I don’t have to worry anymore!’

Shangqi wasn’t stupid. The pandemic had done some crazy things. And by crazy, it affected the self-esteem that you had been working so hard on by participating in various projects and events, with you being in charge of a drama production that was promoting on mental health. That was a big deal considering that you were a major introvert.

Online engagement was never easy. In fact he has heard some of your struggles that you’ve shared with him regarding this and it only makes him admire you even more. For someone who preferred to keep to themselves, stepping out of one’s comfort zone, to take on a role that wasn’t just simply about helping people - that took guts.

‘I’m sorry I’m just loading you with all this. I just feel…’ You trailed off, suddenly becoming emotional again. Again, Shangqi does not pry. ‘That I can’t do anything right.’ You emphasize that you had ended the statement for you were unsure that you could keep your cool if you had tried to continue on.

‘If I hear you saying sorry another time,’ he chides, ‘you’re paying for our meal later.’ Your lips curved upwards slightly before returning to its somber position. Shangqi decides that a meal won’t cut it. He needs to deploy ‘Operation Y/N’. Standing up with your buzzer to collect the food, Shangqi whips out his phone. There will be a few changes for today.

Food was definitely a cure in this situation, but it was only a part of the solution. After inhaling your ramen at light speed, Shangqi tells you that today will be a different Friday. ‘And you can’t complain! It’ll be a weekend tmr,’ he tells you. So why not? You figured that even if you went back home early, your head wouldn’t be in the right place to complete the essay for your English module.

‘Hold up! The VR studio that Katy was talking about?’ You look at the tickets inside the taxi that was taking you and Shangqi to the location. ‘How did you even, it was so hard to get these tickets!’ From the time Shangqi met you outside the classroom, he had yet to see you so ecstatic. Until now.

‘Well,’ Shangqi gives his best shrug. ‘I called in a favor from a friend. Said that it was for emergency purposes.’ He raised his fingers to make connotations in the air much to your amusement.

‘Wow… just how much do I not know about you Mr Popular?’ You teased. Shangqi decides to leave the fact on him having to persuade the Wakandan Princess in giving him free tickets.

‘Please! I swear whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it! It’s for Y/N!’

‘Ey well why didn’t you say so? If it’s for that nice friend, of course!’ Shuri leaves the entrance of the compound, an exasperated Shangqi trailing behind.

Yeah, the VR studio that Katy told them about was also funded by King T’Challa himself. With stunning life like visuals thanks to Wakandan technology, the VR studio was located in a middle class neighborhood. T’Challa believed that no matter where kids came from, they should have the right to enjoy and to explore the world. For now, he wasn’t ready to share that he was on the way on becoming a full-fledged Avenger yet - you just had too much on your plate. He’ll just have to settle with this white lie.

‘Is Katy coming?’ You were on the verge of vibrating off your seat. ‘She would love this place!’ Even when you were struggling, Y/N still manages to think about other people. Today, Y/N will put her needs first.

As if to answer your previous question, you can see an equally excited Katy waiting for the two of you at the roundabout. ‘HEL-LO EVERYONE! LET’S GET OUR FRIDAY STARTED IN PROPER SHALL WE?’ Her loud voice had attracted stares, some very displeased looks too but at this point in time, you didn’t give a damn. Katy was right, it was time to enjoy!

You wished that you could slow down time, or even replay it continuously when you needed cheering up because the only thing you felt was pure happiness - euphoria even. Your stomach was in knots for laughing hysterically together with Katy when Shangqi jumped in shock from a surprise scare from a zombie. ‘I’m keeping that for leverage,’ she tells you, quietly slipping her phone into her fanny pack.

The Wakandans had really outdone themselves this time. Your favorite VR was the paradise VR. Slipping the headgear, you say goodbye to the smiles of Katy and Shangqi, whisking away to a beach that oddly reminded you of your dream destination - Hawaii. From where you were standing, you were surrounded by green and majestic islands. Despite their sheer size, you weren’t intimidated. In fact, you were healing.

Your mind was no longer in the room of the VR studio. How could it when the sun kissed your skin, giving you the much needed energy that you were lacking for so long? In the room, the two sees you kick your shoes to the side, going barefoot. It may have seem strange, but with the monitor beside you, your actions were perfectly logical.

As a kid, you used to despise the prickly feeling of sand in between your toes. But now, you grew to love the sensation that each grain of sand had on your skin. It made you feel grounded, that everything was going to be ok. You raise your virtual hand to touch your face - were you crying?

‘She must have been really stressed huh?’ Katy whispers to Shangqi who nods in return. How he hated the fact that you were giving so much to your work but still felt underappreciated. Forget the Avengers with superhuman abilities, you were the true MVP. The VR ends and you remove your headgear. ‘I’m ok,’ you automatically reassure them despite the dry tears left on both cheeks. You step down the platform slowly, trying to regain sense of the real world.

What you didn’t expect was the two embracing you in a hug, squishing you in between them. Maybe that had set off the waterworks. For someone like Katy, she had sage advice.

‘Life can be pretty shitty right? But I’m so proud of you fighting it Y/N. Just remember that it’s ok to be weak. I mean, I’ve seen worse from Shangqi,’ she jabs her finger towards his direction, earning a glare from him. That’s Katy, always trying to add a bit of humor to this grey world. Calming down, you let go of the both of them. ‘Thanks guys, for everything.’

‘Hey,’ Shangqi responds, slinging his arm over your shoulder. ‘We’re friends, so we don’t leave each other behind.’ Phone beeping, he retrieves it to check the message. ‘And look at that, nice timing. Who wants Korean BBQ?’

Trailing behind them, you get an amusing view of Shangqi bickering with Katy on how many Soju bottles she’s allowed to order later. As San Francisco welcomed the night, you were just thankful that you had the two of them to walk through this crazy maze called life.

‘Last one to the shop is paying!’

‘Oh you’re on Mister!’

A/N: I really just think that this was also an imagine for me to cope too. So I can only hope to finish my placement/assignments/exams well! To anyone who does studies and work simultaneously, I fucking respect you (allow me to use expletives for now, these people deserve the respect). If you’re going through a stressful time, I hope this brings the slightest comfort for you and remember… YOU ARE NOT ALONE! Again, thank you for reading!

#shang chi #xu shangqi #shangqi x reader #shangqi imagine #katy shang chi #shang chi x reader #shangqi #simu liu

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༄ — HEART // chapter two

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#notes — *shoves chapter at you* have at it you animals

if the smell of burning, and the sounds of loud laughter and scolding didn’t wake you, then the feeling of hands wrapping around your ankles and yanking you towards the end of your mattress certainly would have.

“rise and shine, girlie!” yoimiya rushed out the moment she saw your eyes blink open, leaving you to try and understand if what had happened was an act of imagination or real life.

rolling to the side, the numbers on your clock read 8:34am — early to some, and late to others.

it was certainly early to you.

shuffling down the stairs and towards the ruckus, seemed like the only logical thing to do — yet the moment you stepped foot into the kitchen, you wished that you had simply buried your head under your pillow and went back to bed.

“hey’ hey! y/n is joining the party everyone!” again, yoimiya was the loudest in the room, her back staying turned to you as she shuffled food around on the frying pan.

“miya, what did i say about volume! we have neighbours, you know this-“

“live a little, won’t you?” yoimiya set the pan down, not caring about the food that sat sizzling on it. “and hey, we’re idols — they love us!” she turned back to the stove, muttering under breath. “and if push comes to shove and they get mad, we’ll give them free tickets or something.”

“you can’t buy the forgiveness of people!” baal grumbled. “and besides, our neighbours are an older, rich couple who golfs monday through tuesday, and tastes wine on the weekend — i don’t think they want to see a girl group preform.”

before yoimiya could even think about arguing back, the shrill ringing of the house phone cut her off — a groan coming from fischl who laid holding her head in agony.

three pairs of hands rushed to grab ahold of the phone at the same time — yoimiya and mona just wanting to have the privilege of answering the visionous house phone, while baal just wanted to take it due to her being to most well versed in formal calls.

baal was the first to reach it.

“hello, this is raiden speaking… oh hey atsu,” she went silent for a few moments, humming as she agreed with the person on the other side of the line. “okay, i’ll let them know — thank you for alerting us,” she bid goodbye to the other person, before hanging up the phone.

“we’ve got a cover shoot with another group tomorrow,” she tried to walk out of the kitchen leaving it at that, but was stopped short by mona’s arm.

“a cover shoot, with another… group?”

“what group? what kind of theme is it? is it formal wear, causal, maybe a bit of both-“ fischl spouted on and on, finally awake at the mention of a photoshoot.

“i wasn’t told who, i was just told a time and a date,” she ducked under monas arm, and continued up towards her room. “now if you’ll excuse me, i’m going to shower — yoimiya got pan grease on me.”

“i- ugh — i did not!” yoimiya ran to the kitchen doorway, shouting up at the older female. “so… who do you think it’s going to be with?”

“maybe it’s that new group, freedøm— i heard that they’ve been rising pretty quickly,” fischl wandered towards the fridge, shuffling between the fruits and veggies that laid within it.

“ou, or maybe it’s cønmøra! y’know, the one with zhongli!” mona pondered out loud.

“or maybe… it’s decree — then we can watch tohma swoon and fawn over y/n as we plan out the wedding-“

you sighed, shutting off the stove that yoimiya left unsupervised, and removing the pan full of burnt food off of it, dumping it in the trash next to the other burnt food that you were no doubt smelling this morning.

“everyone is planing my so called wedding before i’ve even met this guy — and you know that i don’t have time for dating,” setting the pan in the sink you continued. “my time is dedicated to the fans and you guys — i have no time for boys.”

yoimiya hummed as if she knew something you didn’t, “time will tell my deal girl, time will tell.”

the kitchen fell silent, the only sound that could be heard in the entire house was the sound of the running shower and baal’s voice singing a familiar tune.

“... so, what’s for breakfast?”

“take-out?”

“yup.”

—

“in the car- fischl c’mon!” baal stood at the door, her bag held in her hand as her other both tapped and ushered everyones back as they walked passed.

the day prior has passed quickly, anticipation sitting heavily in every members stomach — each one wanted to know the group they would be with, what kind of theme it would be, and what exactly they were walking into. it was like this with every cover shoot.

“i’m on my way, please give me a few more seconds!” you stopped at the door, standing with her as you waited for fischl to catch up.

baal sighed and chuckled lightly. “it’s always her that’s the last out of the door, isn’t it?”

shrugging, you spoke. “we’ve all been the last out at some point — and give her a break,” your head snapped up as you watched her drag a significantly bigger bag down the stairs. “she hasn’t been in the business for as long as us — she’s still adjusting to the times and whatnot.”

“i’m here!” fischl ran past the two of you to the best of her ability — leaving behind a shirt that had fallen out of her bag, and the laughing forms of both baal and you.

kneeling, you picked up the shirt before following.

she was a mess off of the stage, loosing things left and right, late if not supervised, and extremely forgetful — but on the stage she was composed, confident, and put together.

we all had our faults.

climbing into the suv, you buckled in and mentally prepared yourself for the photographer scene. the mental beating alongside the harsh positions you found your body in was no easy feat. and alongside another group, expectations were higher.

you were expressing your life — your groups tittle.

every move your made would be recorded, caught on film, and remembered by all the eyes that watched on.

so it was best to be in your best mindset beforehand.

“so… miss leader,” yoimiya giggled. “do you know what group we’re with today?” while mona leaned forward slightly, showing more interest in the conversation, baal simply kept her eyes on the passing scenery, ignoring the blondes question.

“that means you know!” yoimiya leaned forward as much as her seatbelt would let her. “and i’ll bet you knew yesterday too!”

as hard as she tried, baal couldn’t keep the smile from crossing her face.

“how about we just wait until we get there — we’ll find out soon enough anyways miya,” you were craving some sort of peace in the car. “and what does it really matter — chances are between cønmøra, decree, and that new group freedøm.”

“they just had a song top charts right?” fischl questioned.

mona huffed, “yeah — a song about dandelions and wine i think,” she adjusted herself in her seat. “out of everything they could have sang about… they sing about wine.”

“i think it’s different — different is good sometimes!” fischl smiled. “all i really know about them is that bennett likes them — his favourite member is… kaeya? if i remember correctly at least.”

yoimiya rolled her eyes. “i heard he dated all the members of crux — i wouldn’t trust that guy as far as i could throw him,” she looked to fischl. “how is that guy bennett’s favourite? bennett’s the nice guy, kaeya’s the… y’know.”

you had tuned out the conversation, opting for looking out of the window with baal. buildings passed, as well as large groups of people that were no doubt trying to get a peak at idol groups.

the city of teyvat was home to the most idol groups in the world — this strip of road having a lot of agencies also.

a billboard stood tall above — the faces of you group plastered on it. you were proud to say that you took the world by storm, a girl group that produced music unlike any other, and a group that didn’t shy away from being different.

feeling the car pull to a stop, you awaited instructions from outside — people already putting together that there was an idol group in their presence, and rushing to get a glance.

guards rushed to create a barrier, and safely instructed the group of you to get out of the car.

“let’s roll girls,” raiden spoke, stepping out first and waiting for the rest to get out — no matter where you were, baal never stepped foot inside without her group behind her, and never once left a member by their lonesome. she was selfless and nurturing that way, taking on the roll as the caretaker of visionous.

rushing into the building, no one saw the signs held by fans — signs that held the key to all of their questions.

who visionous would be pictured with today.

“ladies! this way please!” atsu guided them towards the elevator — a warm smile on her face in a greeting. “nice to see you all again — it’s not like i saw you a few days ago,” the group laughed at the girls words.

“don’t worry atsu, every day away from you feels like forever,” mona spoke, giving the girl a hug.

“awe you’re too sweet,” she opened her arms up to you as you approached. “you guys are up on floor 25,” she spoke over your shoulder.

you turned after she released you, and rushed to catch up with the others, sliding in beside yoimiya just before the elevator doors shut.

“have fun with the boys!”

yoimiya snapped her head to you, grinning like a madman. “even if the group isn’t decree, i’m still going to find you a hubby before we leave-“

“can i just be happily single? i don’t need a guy — doesn’t matter if they’re cute or nice,” you shrugged, turning away from her. “when i find the one, i find the one.”

baal hummed in agreement with your words.

“... but what if the one is here right now?”

“then he’s here?”

she groaned exasperatedly, but before she could go back to the subject, the elevator dinged and opened up — the sight of photographers rushing around, and the silhouettes of four people standing to the side idly.

yoimiya tried to rush forward and see who they were, but was promptly grabbed by baal as she passed — the older girl dragging the now pouting female towards the dressing rooms.

as mona tried to do the same, you grabbed her as well.

the duo was nosy, but it was good that baal and you alike were there to keep everyone in check.

“you two can wait a few more miniutes to see who they are — the time won’t kill you.”

“you don’t know that — i could drop dead in the next minute-“

“let’s not talk about death or dropping maybe? we are 25 floors up and i’d rather not think about anything happening.”

mona grinned wickedly, “is baal afraid of heights?”

“i wish the wrath of lighting upon you,” she gave the astrology obsessed girl a tap on the back of the head, sighing and blowing a stray piece of hair out of her face as she gave you a small smile. “now let’s get ready.”

setting down your bag, you undressed and redressed yourself in the outfit that was hung on your rack in the corner — a glittery, navy blue and white skirt and jacket combo greeting you, alongside a small navy beret to match. each girl had the same theme going on — then again, navy blue was your groups main colour theme.

while mona and yoimiya had rushed to get out once finishing, fischl following behind, baal waited for you — and with the last buckle done up on your boots, you joined her in the walk to the photo room.

the sight had made you stop.

you had seen him before yoimiya could rush up to you, the sight of his red jacket and blonde hair being significantly hard to miss — and seeing the shorter male shove his elbow into the males side, he had taken notice of you too.

decree was visionous’ cover partner.

tohma was here.

and yoimiya and mona were yet again, grinning wildly.

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