#idk this just happened and i regret nothing (but i do cringe a bit) oh well im just gonna post it now

[michameinmicha]

For the art thing: immaculate and broad!

Okay this is more immaculate than broad but it just had to be a mary, sorry! i did have fun playing around with different layers and stuff though :3

send me one or two words and ill draw what it makes me think of!

[joonipertree]

idea for the Boxer!Katsuki and Artist!Reader AU! What if, ON TOP OF a rly bad day w college and being overwhelmed w work, we lost our paints :( n we luv our paints so we cry, but katsuki’s there to make us feel better and get us a new set :3

Thank you so fucking much for this. Idk if you knew but I'm actually making a portfolio for art school and Ive been crying every other night because of how stressed I am and how much I feel like I'm a bad artist. So writing this was cathartic

Part 1, Part 2

Tags: Dom/sub undertones, reader acting out and Bakugo being stern, a peak of what kind of shit I want with older men hsjsjsj, fluff, hurt/comfort, soft katsuki

Katsuki was one of the last people you wanted to see when you're in a bad mood. And that might sound terrible but it's because you never wanted to show such a harsh, negative side of yourself to someone you cared about. You were very much a 'feel and then reappear more regulated' type of person. But Katsuki never let you go home on your own anymore, picking you and dropping you off even on days where he had something to do.

So you trotted towards him with a scowl and no energy to fake anything and he noticed instantly, his own concerned scowl mirroring yours.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." You said and opened the door, closing it a bit too loudly. You cringed at the sound but buckled yourself in and turned away before the man got in the driver's seat.

"You're shit at lying."

"Fuck off."

Instant regret, a deep inhale from your part as you tensed.

Fuck.

His large hand came on your thigh and you stiffened, all he did was give it a warning squeeze before pulling away. The message was clear. 'Watch it'.

"I'm not willing to discipline you until I know nothing horrible happened but you do know I don't like that shit from you right?"

You said nothing.

"Give me an answer, doll."

"I'm an adult."

"Yeah, you are. And you're a smart one that knows that we have rules. That I'd be taking you over my lap if you talked like that."

Tears pricked your eyes but you blinked them away, not willing to turn your head to show him.

He knew anyways and he dropped the subject, starting the car and driving off.

Katsuki pulled to a stop at a place that wasn't anywhere near your apartment. You were confused as he got out of the car. Your eyes followed him just as he entered a boba shop.

Oh.

A couple minutes later, he came out with a drink for each of you. You remembered when he said that there just wasn't any point of it, that it seemed stupid and too sweet. But pretty soon, he had his own usual order, which was just Brown Sugar boba tea with the sweetness to a minimum.

Katsuki gave you the drink without even looking your way, sipping on his own. You stared at it for a total of ten seconds before timidly taking a sip. The sweetness broke you out of your sour mood, eyes blinking as you focused on the flavour of your favourite tea. The boba was chewy and soft and it grounded you a bit.

Only after you took a sip, did Katsuki start the car and drive.

When you reached home, the apartment the two of you had started sharing a month prior, Katsuki only gave you time to take off your shoes and put down your bag before he had you over his shoulder.

You struggled, hitting his back and asking him to let you go but he didn't listen...not even feeling it.

And when your ass plopped itself onto the couch, your attempt at running away failed when he easily manhandled you in place.

"I'm not patient enough to coax it out of you, so tell me why you're upset. I'll make it better."

You wanted to refuse but the tears were already dripping down your face.

"I'm so bad at art. I'm so f-fucking bad at it. I don't-" you sobbed and his arms were instantly around you, pulling you onto his lap as you cried into him.

"There's so many deadlines and so many things I have to do and nothing is working. And I don't even know if I'm cut out to be an artist. I'm not good enough, I was never good enough for it. I'm gonna fail-- Katsuki I'm so tired."

Your boyfriend rocked you back and forth, giving you kisses everywhere he could reach, on the side of your face and your head and your hair. And you let the tears fall, hiccuping violently and sobbing without restraint.

"I even lost my fucking paints and I can't live without them and I saved up for them and I'm just doing everything wrong."

You let Katsuki envelope you, squeeze you and warm your inside as you let it all out.

When your sobs died down, Katsuki didn't stop peppering kisses everywhere. It took him a second to speak.

"I didn't know shit about art. It all seemed like fancy, time consuming pictures to me. Hell, even now I don't know shit. But when I saw your art, I felt stuff I thought I didn't know how to feel. And that was the first time I realised that maybe life didn't have to be as shitty as it was. Maybe things didn't have to be ugly."

"When we went to those art galleries, yeah they were cool and pretty but not gonna lie, nothing ever left me speechless like your art did. And yeah...I'm biased as fuck, especially because I thought that the look in your eyes was the prettiest out of everything. That sounds cheesy as shit but you make me feel cheesy as shit."

You had stopped crying, left drained and nuzzled against Katsuki while you looked for an anchor to hold onto. And he held you.

"I like seeing you paint the most though, I like how you focus...I like how you curse under your breath, I like how you grin when something looks right, I like how you scan art supplies before you buy them. I like your paint stained hands and your paint water mugs even when I've accidently taken a sip from them. I like that how you laugh when I do that shit. I love that look of pride you have when you're done and staring at it.

It makes you happy so even if I don't understand the point of it, it means a lot to me because of that. So, whenever that thing stops being fun for you, and really stops being fun for you, I'll support you if you wanna stop. But I gotta keep seeing your work, baby, cuz it's like the inside of your head and it's really neat."

You let a few more tears drop, sniffling and looking into his eyes. There was no ingenuity, only pure emotion. And you let him kiss your tears away, you let him pat your head and you let him make you drink water and feed you.

Because it was never a burden for him to do those things, but a priveledge.

The very next day, the same set of paints were in your bag. Brand new and untouched. Along with three different watercolour paper books. 100% pure cotton, 350 gcm.

With a note that said 'you're still down for a spanking for that shitty mouth of yours. Don't make it a habit.'

[simplhee]

be my +1

synopsis: when streamer heeplays needs to find a plus one to go with him to the Streamer Awards, what does he do? he makes a google form of course! and what happens when up-and-coming streamer y/n jokingly fills out the form, catching heeseung's attention? stream starting soon: be my +1 !!!

lvl 5. - maidenless [smau + written 367 words]

========= stream starting soon =========

The bright gleam of the ring light blinds heeseung as his stream starts up. his light is on, mic is muted, and food is on its way as chat begins to flood onto his “starting soon” page. checking the countdown timer, he has two minutes all to himself before officially going live. heeseung smiles to himself as he watches chat talking amongst themselves.

otvfan07: hello !!!

🜲 nightwingsbooty: hi chat

yunjinlover: :wave: 

pikachuus: hihi

looking at the countdown one last time, heeseung moves a strand of hair before the clock finally reaches zero. switching the scene on his stream deck, his face suddenly fills up his second monitor as he moves to unmute his mic. “yo, hi, welcome everyone!...hihi, oh what song is playing?, uhhh it is, ‘give me your forever’ by zack tabudlo…yea i like that song haha”

🜲 jayparks: w

shimkongzz: hee’s taste *chefs kiss*

lunelles: what’s the plan for today ?

“ah, ‘what’s the plan for today?’, well,” clapping his hands together, “today we are going to be playing a little bit of valo but we’re going to have our usual thirty minutes of just chatting first” as heeseung’s eyes scan through chat he notices a particular question, “‘did i see somi’s new tweet?’ mm not yet let me pull it up now…ah okay we can bring plus ones to the streamer awards...oh am i going to bring anyone? hmm i don’t know chat, we’ll see, we’ll see”

eumppappaz: BOOO THIS MEANS YOURE MAIDENLESS

02zlvr: hee confessing he’s single KEKW

kkurawons: BITCHLESS BEHAVIOR

“hey hey i could pull…it’s just no one has piqued my interest rn” 

heyluv: I CAN BE YOUR DATE HEE

🜲 babyricky: you looking for a date ???

☑️💎ikeutv: ayo you looking for a date bbg ;)

mochimoshi: POG I could be your date

“woah woah woah idk guys, you really think you can handle all of this…” heeseung begins to regret everything as his chat is filled with nothing but silence in the form of three small dots, finally loosing his cool when all he can see is the flush emote times ten “haha anyways imma start warming up now, i just saw jake in chat, and i CANNOT let him rank higher than me”

extra:

previous ✿ masterlist ✿ next

note: writing the written part was so cringe inducing

also ! this is the flush emote

pairing: streamer!heeseung x fem!reader content/genre: strangers to lovers, college au, streamer au, fluff, crack, (potential) angst, smau warning(s): swearing, ignore timestamps taglist is still open !!!

©️ simplhee 2023

[remcycl333]

Void/LOA success by 💇‍♀️anon

This post is gonna be a bit lengthy , blunt and unbelievable 😭 also very sloppily written cause i’m havijh so much fun. i really have got out of my comfort zone and I’m so happy i did. No you do not have to follow every step I did! This is simply for motives and inspo.

So, yeah it's obvious i was one who struggled with void and loa blah blah blah for a LONG TIME! I was a hardcore druggie, physical and mentally abused all my life, had a very rare illness and so much more. But who gaf ab the old story. ☠️

So after a day of sending that cringe ass message to u i ended up prioritizing myself. It’s clear I was idolizing void and I’ve been doubting in LOA too like ??? So in the 3D i moved in with my one and only friend, got a job at a fastfood place (pls this is sorta embarrassing), and decided homeschool was much better for me. Also between that time I learned how to correctly manifest and shiz by you and @theandreiaeffect<3. And girlllll literally less than the next week I manifested perfect mental and physical health, my dream job, desired appearance, and 7,000,000$ with a 15,000,000$ home me and my bestie now live in. I was already so happy how it was. Yet after that crazy ass week passed by i woke up in the fucking void. I have no clue how but i did.

Now for what I manifested in void.

- ‘i heard a rumor’ power - a power of this girl from a netflix show. basically you say ‘i heard a rumor ____’ and it happens. its like a brainwash power? its simple to explain but idk. (If u watch that show my fav character is klaus whats urs?)

- Time travel(?) - so when i got in void it was prolly like september 11th 2022. i just said in the void ‘it is August 30th’ and when i woke up it was august 30th as you can tell so now I’m just relapsing my days but in a goodway.

- changed family - my bestie is like family and i changed her appearance to her desired appearance, more cousins, siblings, aunts etc. my dad being a famous nfl star.

- Revenge - basically just fucking with my abusers life the same way they fucked with mine. I have no regrets so🤷‍♀️

- Name and age revision - I always hated my full name so i changed it. I was 17 and just revised that i’m 21. yeah it was a big gap but idc it was worth it for me honestly. i also manifested i’m not gonna die till like 90 and age like wine so.

- a bf- oh let me tell u. i’ve always had a crush on ralph macchio. and now i have a boyfriend who is his twin but even more attractive. his personality and the way he showers me with love is mwah.

- Removing phobias - i’ve always been scared of animals🤦‍♀️ not anymore tho now i have 2 cute lil puppies and a parrot:)

- Vegan restaurants and shops opening up close to me - I’ve been vegan since the beginning of the year due to animal cruelty and just not enjoying meat.

- Immune from getting preggo til 25 - its self explanatory what i be doing but i’m not ready for a baby yet so🤫

- Being protected and safe 24/7 - anyone around me also is aswell its like a invisible barrier to danger

Now those are just a handful of what I manifested. I literally manifested sooooo many other priv things. Just get ur shit together. I have nothing else to tell u. Honestly idk how LOA coaches don’t get fed up with y’all constantly crying ab how u dont got ur shit when u are the reason why. U have a cheatcode to life. Not many people are spiritually awoken. Do you know how fortunate you are to have discover LOA???? Keep this in mind and maybe ya know manifest ur dream life. To Rem, I thought I’d be on tumblr way longer as your anon, but I’d rather go live my life to the fullest for a while. I hope my story leaves an imprint on the LOA community. Andreia, you have also really inspired me. I’m so fucking happy I made a whole 180 with my life. Rem and Andreia, i will NEVER forget what you have done for me. Thank you so much really. I love u guys so much🥲🥲

yesss im so proud of u!!! when u said u traveled back in time from september i got the chills! and baby go live your life and enjoy it, you deserve it!!! come back whenever u want and update us <3

[calicomold]

Human Satan HCs (GN MC)

How they meet

MC, at a cat: “My darling angel!! How’ve you been?”

Satan “.. um, I’ve been fine?”

Satan: *finally noticing the cat in MC’s arms*

Satan, blushing: “Oh.. you were- You were talking to the cat. N-nevermind sorry”

MC, this time to Satan: “Hello to you too darling!”

Satan: *blushing even more profusely*

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They learn quickly that they’ve both been visiting this same spot to pet cats.

From then on, MC always greets him with a “My darling~”

It actually took a long time for MC to get his name because of this.

One time they run into each other at a nearby cafe and MC greets him as usual which makes his friends think he is dating MC.

Noticing the teasing, MC pulls him out to ask whether or not he’s uncomfortable with being called ‘darling’ since they will stop any time he asks.

They also include that if he changes his mind later he can still tell them because they respect his boundaries like that.

When Satan says “It’s okay... I don’t mind it.” he quickly regrets it because MC’s expression quickly turns into a smirk and they reply “Then does that mean you actually like it?”

*blushing intensifies*

From then on MC starts to use every endearment you can think of for Satan, including baby, angel, the love of my life, dear, honey, my love, precious and pretty.

No, they’re nOt dAtiNG

YET

Their friends still think they are though.

And suddenly they’re running into each other very often? Were they always so close by and just hadn’t noticed?

Lol sike, Satan tries his best to match his schedule to fit MC’s and is hovering around in places they’ll likely to visit in hopes to see them.

He does it unconsciously, doesn’t even think he has a crush.

He’s not stalking them I swear.

Or maybe he is ?? idk, pick your own choice.

They’re both idiots. Yes, MC is flirting with him but they don’t think they actually like like him, it’s just for funsies.

Satan just likes being cherished by MC, he knows that every time he sees them his heart feels warm and he hasn’t given it any more thought than that.

One time Satan is sick (ofc I would include this trope), so MC goes to visit him and he just looks so cute and sleepy in his bed wearing cat PJs that before MC can think they reach out to kiss him.

...

You’d think that would help them resolve their feelings but no.

They’re still idiots.

Satan ends up convincing himself that it meant nothing. Sure normal friends don’t kiss each other but their relationship has been very far from normal so something is like can happen.

MC still hasn’t rationalised it yet. Rather they’re asking themself why and trying to forget it, classifying it as one of the many cringe things they’ve done throughout their life.

Since it was a friend thing, Satan can reciprocate it, right?

So one day, MC is standing in Satan’s living room and out of nowhere, he grabs MC’s forearm pulling them towards him and leaves a chaste kiss on their cheek. Baby steps.

It is now MC’s turn to freak out and blush profusely.

And somehow, this becomes a norm. They often kiss each other casually. Always in the privacy of their own homes, never in front of others.

Over time, Satan gets used to it and becomes more confident in his actions.

What MC thought would be a nOrMal KiSs between fRiENds ends up with Satan licking their lips and going “tasty~” with a goddamned smile on his face.

MC doesn’t know what to make of it so they get angry.

Then they blame themself thinking they’re the one who first kissed him without asking him, so it’s okay, he just didn’t know, maybe he also did it without thinking.

I’m starting to think they’re intentionally avoiding thinking about feelings. Like, you can’t be that oblivious, right? I know I’m the one writing this but still...

Anyways, their platonic kisses have now turned into heavy but still platonic makeout sessions on Satan’s couch.

If that wasn’t enough, one morning MC goes to Satan’s and find him sleeping on his bed. (they have each other’s keys, are we really surprised here?)

As they are about to leave the room, Satan grabs their wrist and asks them to stay. Of course, they oblige.

So here they are, sitting on Satan’s lap in his bed as he holds them while resting his head on their shoulder, still very sleepy. Did I mention he is not wearing a shirt?

They’re not sure how long they stayed that way but it felt like an eternity and not long enough both at once.

But it was long enough for them both to fall asleep in each other’s arms.

And so when MC wakes up, they find Satan’s arms wrapped around their waist. They stay like that for a while observing his face and playing with his hair.

When he finally opens his eyes they say the first words they can think of

“Hey, Satan... I think I love you.”

Satan replies, still sleepy “I love you too.” as he holds them even tighter.

Afterwards, MC is worried because Satan was technically half asleep right?? Does it count? Does he even remember?

And Satan is worried that MC said they think.

Sure Satan only came to the revelation that he loves MC in that very moment but he has never been more sure of something than he is now. And they think they love him, it pisses him off.

So Satan is a little cold towards MC, and in return, MC thinks he doesn’t feel the same way and only said it since he was half-asleep.

So without any proper communication, MC starts to avoid him.

Now Satan is in panic. They said they loved him so why? He only gave them the cold shoulder for a bit, he didn’t even do or say anything mean!

He can’t take the suspense and rushes to their house.

MC opens the door at 2 am just to find a whiny Satan who jumps straight into their arms and softly requests them “Please don’t ignore me.”

The only thing MC can bring themself to say at that moment is “Okay... I won’t” as they pat his head.

They cuddle on MC’s bed that night. Any leftover conversation is saved for the morning... or maybe afternoon, once they are both sane and rested enough to convey their emotions properly.

[gender-i-hardly-know-er]

your stitches are all out, but your scars are healing wrong - chapter 9

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AO3 link

warnings- surreal dreams, kinda unreality? idk how else to put that, lots of swearing, mild logan negativity (we’re in ro’s perspective for a bit), mild sexual jokes/innuendo (nothing huge)

lmk if i should add anything else!

chapter and taglist under the cut

Arthur chewed on the cap of his pen, fingers tapping on the doodle-covered notebook page in front of him. Red, glittery ink was smudged on thon’s fingertips, rubbing streaks of pigment over the paper as thon lazily dragged them across its length. He stared at the page, forgetting what he’d been trying to do…

This happened to Arthur a lot. Zoning out had been an issue for him for years, especially in school. Thon knew it was an ADHD thing, he’d been diagnosed years ago, but knowing the cause doesn't always help fix the problem. Thon rubbed thon’s eyes with the heels of his palms, attempting to restore any focus he once had.

His mind just kept wandering, no matter what thon tried to do to bring it back to the task at hand, which was… what was it? What was he writing? All that was on his page were little doodles of random stuff. Crowns, swords, snakes (that’s a new one-), but no words. Words words words…what had he been planning on writing? Probably some kinda list, there was a tiny star placed at the first line on the notebook like a bullet point. A to-do list? No, Arthur had never made one of those in thon’s life. Grocery list? No, he went yesterday, he should have everything he needed…milk, eggs, bread, extra snacks for the party-

PARTY! That’s what the list was for! Thon needed to write down who he was inviting to his new year's party. He searched for his pen, finding it behind his ear (who knows when that happened), and started mumbling his way through possible attendees.

“Hmm… Hybris, obviously,” thon scribbled thon’s friend’s name down next to the top star. “And that Theo guy, from Puffs! He’s a sweetheart… Oh! Hajime! They’re cool,, I mean we haven’t ever really hung out outside of work, but they’re fun to be around- aaaannnddd I can never tell them I said that…”

As Arthur jotted down Hajime’s name, he found himself at a standstill. Thon couldn’t think of anyone else- did thon really only have three friends? Granted, he hadn’t ever had a lot of friends, but he rarely sat down and counted them like this… thon could’ve sworn that there were a few more-

Eh- not a big deal…at least not an important enough one to dwell on right now. He had people to call!

“Hey Hy-bro!” Arthur instantly regretted that one, cringing at himself.

“... What the hell did you just call me?” Hybris was snickering over the phone, a sound that made Arthur feel all warm inside, but also like he wanted to sucker punch a dickhead (affectionately …mostly).

"Yeahhhh, not my best work, I’ll admit. In my defense, I’m a bit out of it today-”

"Ohhh, your brain’s doin the fuzzy thing? Yeah, I get that all the time, then all I can think about is what it’d be like to have literal cotton for brains. I think I could get along pretty well, plus I’d have a defense if I was ever charged with something! You can't convict me of murder, I wasn’t of sound mind, fuckers! You wouldn’t send a man with cotton for brains to prison, would ya? Checkmate! I would have permanent fuzzy brain- Would you still be my friend if I had cotton for brains?” Hybris spoke faster than the speed of light, hysterically laughing through every word.

Arthur blinked, sighing a bit, “I’m gonna be honest with you, bud, I understood basically nothing you just said.” More cackling on the other line. “Anyways- I had an actual reason for calling you,” he glanced back at his list. He wasn’t gonna forget his task this time, absolutely not. “I’m having a New Year’s party, wanna come?”

Arthur didn't miss the little chuckle Hybris made at the word “come”. Stars forbid crypt grow up even a smidge-

“‘Course, dude! Obviously?” Hybris sounded offended at the idea of rejecting Arthur’s invitation, why would he ever do such a thing? Arthur bit back a smile as Hybris lamented the perceived attack on his character. Hybris was the fucking best. Making friends was never really Arthur’s strong suit… Most people thought he was “too much”. Plus, thon was accidentally mean sometimes, and he hurt people without even realizing it- He knew he was a nice person, but sometimes it felt like there were unspoken rules that everyone else just knew, and no one gave him the memo. Hybris didn't care- He was “too much” for a lot of people, too. It listened to Arthur when he was talking a lot and didn't make fun of him for being loud, it understood when Arthur was joking and wasn’t actually trying to be mean, and it explained stuff that Arthur didn't understand about other people’s reactions to things. Crypt was just so good, even if crypt was a bit eccentric. We all have our eccentricities, right?

They finished up their call with “smell ya later”s and offended prince noises, and Arthur looked back down at thon’s list. Next was… Theo!! He went into his contacts and pressed the call button, barely having enough time to bring the phone to his ear before Theo answered.

“Cedric! How’s it goin’, kid?”

“Same age, friendo, and it’s going pretty well. Ya like parties?” The excited squeal that came over the phone could’ve been heard miles away. So much for perfect hearing, huh?

“I love parties! Are you having one? Can I come? Do you want me to bring anything? I’ll make cookies! Where? And also when? And also who’s gonna be there? And-” Man, Arthur’s friends had a lot of energy.

“Slow down, hashbrown,” hashbrown? “I just processed literally none of that, start over,” Arthur shook his head, still trying to get rid of the terminal fuzzy brain.

“I said that I love parties! And asked if you were gonna have one, ya know, since you kinda asked out of the blue.”

“Oh, yeah I’m having one! And I was calling to invite you. My place, on New Year’s Eve.” Arthur bounced on his toes, Theo’s infectious energy getting to him.

The rest of the call went by in excited squeals and insistent offers to bring cookies (which Arthur only half-pretended to decline, Theo’s cookies were fucking divine). Arthur hung up with a smile, about to call Hajime. No, wait… ne specifically said not to call unless something was wrong. Ne hates phone calls, texting should be better-

He opted to text his work friend instead.

ARK

Would you happen to be doing anything on New Year’s?

elevator boy

no

why

ARK

I’m gonna be having a party. Wanna come?

elevator boy

depends

can i bring my partner 👉👈

n my new… friend? i think? its unclear, but yk

ARK

Ofc! What’re their names and pronouns and such- just for future reference?

elevator boy

athena’s my partner, the one we talked with in the elevator

she/they/moon/pix/this/that

n the other ones alvara

also from elevator ig lmao

they/she/drac/vamp

ARK

Splendid ! ╰(*°▽°*)���

Okay. Okay! Five people then. Arthur could work with that. He went to the kitchen to take snack inventory and began preparations for the gathering, making a mental note to clean at least a little in the next few days, before people were gonna be here. This place is looking… not entirely fit for a prince- I gotta start vacuuming…

~~~

“…well, why not try expressing your feelings in a way that makes sense for you?” Patton’s puppet might not have been able to show a smile, but his tone was comforting enough for Roman to consider this. Maybe just talking wasn’t the best move here. Maybe it’d be easier to express himself in a different way… perhaps… through song?

“Well, that might work… let’s see…” Roman cleared his throat and prepared himself for sharing, the comically large chin of his puppet sticking out prominently. “Maestro?” the music started, and Roman took a deep breath. This may be a little harder than he thought…

“Oh. Uhh, what? No-” Logan, being a little bitch as always. Why did he have to shoot down every idea Roman had? Why was nothing good enough for him? No matter. He’d continue on, no matter what Dr. No-Funsen Honeydew thought.

“🎵 So you’ve gone and called someone stupid…🎵” Roman shot a pointed look at Logan, so that dense asshole would know what he was getting at. He needs everything spelled out for him, that prick. “🎵And in response, they damaged your eye,🎵” he pointed at his eye. If Logan wanted overboard clarity, he’d give it to him.

“🎵 But there is where the conflict must end, lest you both end up blind, 🎵” Roman found himself wishing he’d thrown something at Logan first, especially given his response.

“Another song? Really?” DUDE, this is for your benefit! What the hell is your problem?

“🎵 Sometimes, the problems at play are not all plain to see…🎵” How did Logan not see his fault here? Roman did everything he could to please him, and yet nothing was ever good enough! Logan was the reason Thomas was feeling bad, not him, no matter what anyone else said.

“🎵 So we lash out at our loved ones, disregarding our bond’s sanctity!🎵” Even if Logan was an asshole sometimes (most of the time), Roman still loved him! Did Logan not feel the same? Did he not see Roman as one of his loved ones? Roman looked over to the paper bag to his side, asking for his friend’s help.

“🎵There are several sides to us that may seem abstract at first until we discover where everything fits,🎵” Patton danced around a bit, his words seeming to resonate with Thomas, judging from his expression. “🎵 and people can be like a half-missing puzzle set. As we find the pieces, things make more and more sense!🎵” Patton brought up some good points. Thomas and Virgil still seemed a bit confused, the latter tilting his sock-puppet head questioningly.

“Nice imagery, but I’m not sure I follow-” Thomas seemed to be getting more confused as the conversation went on, asking for clarity.

“Well, I’ll give you an example…”

The room started getting all fuzzy. Where the hell was Arthur? What was up with the puppets? Why were they singing? Where was that beeping coming from?

What in the sweet name of Darren Criss?

Arthur woke up with his brow furrowed and his brain spinning- none of that made any goddamn sense. Thon was having puppet dreams. PUPPETS. Ones that he knew the names of for some reason. Why was he a puppet? And why were they calling him Roman? He’d never gone by his middle name. One of them seemed scarily similar to Theo… Their voices even sounded the same. Arthur bit the inside of thon’s cheek, bringing thonself back to reality. He had a party to prepare for, thon didn’t need this puppetry fuckery to mess that up! Thon could worry about this later. He turned off his alarm and stretched, the puppet song still ringing in his ears.

Thon spent most of his day cleaning, putting together snacks, and waiting (somewhat) patiently for the set arrival time of his guests, 6 o’clock.

Theo was the first to arrive, almost an hour early (no surprises there), and he came bearing gifts.

“Fuck yeah! It’s the cookies! Gay Finch, you never disappoint," Arthur grinned as Theo handed him a Tupperware container filled with specially made double-chocolate chunk cookies, the top open for thon to take one. He munched on his cookie as he gave Theo a brief tour of the place, pointing out all his favorite posters (an Encanto poster with the whole family and signed by Lin-Manuel Miranda, a MARINA poster he got at his first concert, and a Princess and The Frog poster with Doctor Facilier, thon’s childhood crush, and some of his friends from the other side) and telling Theo all about each one.

They spent the rest of the time together discussing their first and favorite concerts, Theo's being a Kidz Bop show when he was six and his dad taking him to a Fleetwood Mac concert. Arthur’s were both MARINA, but two different shows (he had his first kiss at a later one, that was his favorite).

They were in the middle of reminiscing about their first time seeing a theatre production when Hybris burst through the door, blurting out “HEY PISSY! IT’S ME, YA BOY!”

“Excuse me, Hybris, we were in the middle of a conversation,” Arthur struggled to keep his laughter from bubbling up through his faux annoyance. Thon shot Hybris a half-assed glare, to which the latter paid no mind as it picked up the (slightly) shorter man and spun him around.

“Come on, you love me. Helicopter, nyyooooomm!” Hybris giggled as Princey’s legs fanned out and pinwheeled around the room, narrowly missing Theo’s face. Arthur went slack in its hold, helpless to the whims of his captor.

“Woah, sorry, Lovitz, didn't mean ta’ put Arthur’s Disney Princess socks that close to your face, I’m sure they’ve gotta reeeeeek,” Hybris stuck his tongue out at Arthur, who dramatically crossed his arms and pouted.

“How could you insult my honor like this, dearest friend? My brother in arms, transgressing upon that which I hold unthinkably close to my heart- a betrayal I shall never forget, good sir. What did my Disney Princess socks do to you to deserve this defamation? Apologies are in order, methinks,” Arthur placed the back of his palm on his forehead, looking down in mock disdain. Thon had to bite his bottom lip to hold back his rising smile.

Hybris looked down at the socks, loudly declaring, “One million apologies, my fibrous cotton friends. You may smell just a bit, but then again, what socks do not? T’was an oversight on my part, and I beg for your forgiveness, oh Great Disney Princess Socks.” It finished with a flourishing bow and plopped down in the middle of the couch, taking up way more room than completely necessary.

“I have no idea what just happened but I love it!” Theo’s eyes were wide with wonder at the odd expression of brotherly love shown between the men, his smile splitting his face in two.

It wasn't long before there was a rapping knock on the door (five knocks, and what sounded like a snap from outside). Arthur rushed up from his place on the couch, knowing it must be Hajime and ner buddies. Thon loved meeting new people, and he was especially excited to meet these two. If Hajime thinks these people are cool, he probably would too.

He opened the door to find Hajime standing between two wildly different people. One of the said people was shorter than Hajime (somehow), wearing a black polo and a tie, entirely overdressed for the occasion. Their shirt was tucked into a short and form-fitting navy pencil skirt that showed off their full figure, and the blue on their simple flats matched the color of their tie. Their blue and orange split-dyed hair was woven into an intricate braid that fell delicately over their shoulder, their bangs falling ever so slightly in front of their glasses. They looked put together; sensible, even as they rocked back and forth on their feet, barely noticeable, but there, showing visible apprehension. Their Saturn-shaped earrings swayed with their body, back and forth, a hypnotizing pendulum. Arthur felt cold just looking at them.

The other person was way taller, towering in comparison to their two companions. They fidgeted with their hands, picking at their black painted nails and chipping them more than they already were. They wore a graphic tee from a band Arthur had never heard of under a purple-checkered hoodie, skinny jeans tucked into laced-up combat boots, and a black beanie over their faded purple hair. They had lesbian flag earrings hanging from their heavily pierced ears (Arthur counted at least six different pieces of jewelry on each ear). Their makeup was simple, black lipstick and sharp eyeliner. Not something Arthur would wear, but it looked perfectly right on them. They kept their gaze on their hands, pointedly avoiding the gaze of others around them. Arthur could sense their nerves, and he didn't blame them. They didn't know him, so it was perfectly acceptable to be nervous. He was the first to speak, cutting the brief tension.

“Hajime! And you two are Athena,” he pointed to the taller person, “and Alvara,” he pointed toward the smaller one, who had their head in their hands. The tall one held back laughter as Hajime smiled at Arthur, shaking her head.

“Other way ‘round, dear. Athena,” ne tilted ner head toward the short one Athena, “is my partner. Alvara,” head tilt in Alvara’s direction, “is my…friend? Have we established that?” Alvara gave them a “so-so” gesture. “Ah, well, Alvara is my acquaintance, then.” Hajime looked up at Alvara, who shrugged.

“Sure, that works, I guess.” Alvara shifted their gaze to Arthur, “and you’re Arthur? Like, elevator Arthur?” drac raised an eyebrow.

“The very same,” Arthur gave a small bow, which made Alvara laugh. This is going well, fuck yeah! Arthur was getting a little lightheaded, though thon was unsure why. He just felt weird- the more thon spoke with people today, the weirder thon felt. Nerves? No, he wasn’t nervous, maybe it was just excitement. Either way, it was getting to him. His vision was getting blurry around the edges, just a bit, and thon barely saw Athena’s outstretched hand, ready for a handshake.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Athena looked at him expectantly, her hand slowly lowering as she registered the lack of response. Arthur rushed to shake moon’s hand, jolting his head back and forth to restore his waning focus. He felt a shock run up his arm, painful and cold. Judging by Athena’s reaction of yanking her hand back, she felt the same thing. They glanced at Hajime, who nodded subtly, an unreadable expression on both of their faces.

“...Come on in, we’ve got snacks and stuff, help yourselves to anything your hearts desire,” Arthur stepped to the side to let the trio by as he stared confusedly at the ground. That was… odd. Thon’s “just shake off the weird confusion stuff till it goes away” philosophy was failing thon, and he had no idea why. He rubbed his eyes and shut the door, turning around to see everyone staring at each other, wide-eyed and puzzled.

Arthur’s vision went foggy as he turned to look at Hajime. And then it happened; thon’s head strained with the pain of memories that weren’t his- thon saw a room he’d never been in, people he’d never met, hands and legs and arms and a body that wasn’t his-

“We can't trust him! He’s asking us to go back on things we’ve known for years! Rights and wrongs, shoulds and shouldn’ts! How can we trust him?!” Roman was exasperated. How could Thomas listen to him? He’s literally Deceit! He’s the bad guy! What did he ever do to earn a seat at the table?

Deceit sighed and looked at Roman. “... I don't have a simple answer to that question,” he seemed to be considering something, taking a pause and moving his gaze to the ground for a moment. “... but here’s a start.” he started taking off his glove, all eyes on him… what was he trying to do?

“My name…” No. No, no no no no no NO! Roman looked up at him in disbelief. Names were like… a whole thing! What kind of game was he playing? Thomas would be more inclined to trust him now. It had to be a trick. He was toying with them… right?

Deceit raised his hand, like an oath. He took a deep breath. Was he-? Was he really gonna tell them?

“My name is Janus.” No way. That’s a fake name. Absolutely not. Roman didn't believe that for a second.

“PFTTT!! Janus?” Roman laughed, “What are you, a middle school librarian?” More laughter. “It’s a stupid name.”

Listen! Roman wasn’t trying to hurt him! It wasn’t his fault that Janus took offense to his statement! And it especially didn't warrant his response-

“Oh, Roman, thank god you don't have a moustache. Otherwise, between you and Remus, I wouldn’t know who the evil twin is.”

W-what? Evil? He wasn’t? …Right? He was just joking around! He didn't-

Arthur tore his eyes off of Hajime, head pounding as the ache of remembrance flooded through his body. Thon didn't know why that comment hurt him… thon didn't know what any of that was. Who was that snake-face dude? Janus, he said his name was. Why did he hate him so much? Thon moved thon’s gaze to the right, his eyes settling on Alvara and oh fuck I guess we’re doing this again-

“Oh my goodness, do I have to? I mean, like, so many changes… I just told you my name.” Virgil looked apprehensive, but what else was new? Shit, Roman had been trying so hard to be nicer to him this time, and he still ended up making him feel bad- he didn't mean to put any pressure on him! Even when he was trying to be better, he ended up making others feel worse. What was wrong with him?

“No, no, you don't have to. I just thought-” Roman quickly tried to do damage control, but he was cut off.

“I actually… agh, I actually had this idea, but, like… it’s a little out there. So, um…” Virgil? Had an “out there” idea? Man, Roman really did misjudge him.

Thomas smiled reassuringly, “Go ahead, I mean, if you don't like it, you can always change back.”

Virgil sighed, considering it. “Well, alright, but, um… Before I do, I should probably confess that uh…” He blinked out for a moment and reappeared in a wildly different outfit. A purple patchwork jacket sat over a ripped t-shirt (also purple), displaying an emblem of a stormcloud. It was so, very …Virgil.

“WOAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-”

Arthur rubbed his eyes, bringing himself out of… whatever that was. He brought thon’s attention back in front of him, to Alvara. Thon only now noticed the smudged black eyeshadow under her eyes. It was strikingly similar to that of one of the men he had seen. What had they called him? Virgil? No, they never said that… but Arthur knew that was his name, somehow. Shifting his gaze to Athena, he almost expected the tumbling feeling that took over him as thon was yanked into another unfamiliar (but not too unfamiliar) memory…

“Well…” Logan looked incredulous, giving Princey a confused glare. Who cares if he wants to do a rap battle or not? They were in daydream mode! Princey’s mode, Princey’s rules.

“Too bad, you’re doing it.”

“AGGRESSIVE BOUTS OF BEAT POETRY! LOGAN VS PRINCEY! GO!” No, wait, why did Logan look so ready? He just said he didn't want to do it! Whatever, Princey was gonna crush him.

“Ladies, Lords, and Nonbinary Royalty! Watch me as I beat this geek, and do it joyously!” Ha! Logan looked so mad, giving him the side-eye. “I’ll vanquish any villain with the gall to try to toy with me. Ask the Dragon Witch- she knows the drill. You’re screwed royally!” Princey smiled, satisfied with his performance.

“Stricken with clairvoyancy, events occurred as I’d foreseen,” shit, Logan was kinda good- “Your verse was weak, your rapping stinks, flamboyantly employing these- Trisyllabic rhymes?” Logan did a fancy little hand move. No! That was Princey’s fancy little hand move! How dare! “PSSHH, I can match that easily,” Princey glared at Logan, getting angry now. He watched Anxiety look between them, clearly surprised by Logan’s unexpected skill. Ughhhh! “I’ll beat you every time, so you do not want beef with me, Princey!” That bastard! “I drown out lesser emcees when I flow, there's no avoiding me. Under pressure, I rise up- holler at your buoyancy!”

“Woo!” Morality yelled out in encouragement. Betrayal of the highest order! Even Anxiety was vibing… this isn’t how this was supposed to go!

“Diadems are worn on Capita. I had this battle on lock like Attica! You're through; go home, Princey, pack it up. I claimed to be the better bard, and I backed it up!”

What the fuck was Princey supposed to do with that?? He looked at Logan incredulously.

“Wow.” Clearly, Thomas had no idea what to do with this either.

“Wher- where did that come from?”

“I have an appreciation for poetry.” LOGAN. LOGAN WHY? LO-

Arthur cringed in embarrassment from his loss. That was- wait. His loss? That wasn’t him… was it? Why did all these memories have moments that made him feel like shit? Let’s go again, I guess, he thought as thon moved thon’s eyes to Theo. These memories were connected to these people, somehow, since they changed as he looked at each of them. How they were connected, thon didn't know. He let thonself fall into another scene-

“I…” Patton started glitching out, his voice getting garbled and distorted. “Don’t…” He was distressed, almost crying. “KNOWWWWWWWW!”

They were suddenly in another video game scenario, a Mega Man-style scene. Roman saw a bar labeled “PATTON HEALTH” shoot up as Patton’s screams filled his ears. “MAYBE?!”

Patton grew and grew, smashing the apartment. He became a monster, a giant… Frog? The health bar changed to “LILYPADTON HEALTH”. Wonderful pun, terrifying context.

“Patton! It’s okay- Please calm down!” Thomas was frantic now, horrified by the situation in front of him, but he was still trying to help Patton. Of course he was.

“ We do all think of people who lay down their lives for others as the greatest heroes, so... I-I-I don't know!” Pat’s voice was lower pitched now, he didn't sound like himself. Roman stood, petrified, watching his friend’s reality shatter into pieces, helpless to intervene.

Logan popped up in his box, speaking to Patton, “You don't know? Earlier you suggested that all people naturally understand right and wrong. So? Should Thomas die so that others may live?” This was too far. Patton was in pain, how could Logan be concerned with proving his point? He sunk out, letting Patton respond.

“Yes? Uh- I mean... Maybe? ...Or maybe not! What do I know? What do you think, Thomas? If it's your life..” Patton held up Leslie Odom Jr., who was writhing around in his grip, “or Leslie's!”

Not again! “By the slow wit of Heracles, Patton, leave Leslie out of this one!” Roman yelled. What was it with him and Leslie Odom Jr.?

“B-But how is Thomas supposed to feel empathy for this person if he has no one to visualize?”

“Is there no one else he can feel empathy for?” Leslie had been through enough!

“You're right, Roman.” he tossed Leslie aside, opening an inventory box. Thomas' life…” He grabbed… no- “...or Lee and Mary Lee's!” They shifted back to the trolley problem scenario, Thomas tied to one side, Lee and Mary Lee on the other. “What do you say, Thomas? Uh, I don't know the right answer here! It's up to you!”

Roman looked on in awe. This was not the Patton he knew. Patton would never willingly put Thomas or his friends in danger. He’d never make Thomas do this. What happened to him?

Logan popped up again, angrier than Roman thought he could be.

“ENOUGH!-”

That was definitely enough of that one. Arthur was getting more confused as he went on. Thon kept seeing the same people in all these scenes, in the same room, wearing the same things. They all looked the same, too! They all looked like one guy in different outfits, but thon thought of them as individual people somehow. It didn't make any sense! He glanced at Hybris, being pulled into what was (hopefully) the last memory-

“Obviously, she wasn’t a ghost, ghosts are evil! Except for Moana’s grandmother.” Roman couldn’t believe he had to explain this to Virgil. The emo one! No one should know more about ghosts than him!

“Well, there's one thing I know; Reese Witherspoon isn't-” Patton looked toward Roman. “EVIL…” his voice cracked out of nowhere. What was that about?

“Ha! I resent that. Ghosts aren't evil. They just scare people because you never know when they're gonna-” Virgil turned to Roman- “SHOW UP!” His voice did the weird thing it does when he’s having a bad time… What happened?

“Okay, okay! I take back what I said about ghosts!-” Roman felt something heavy hit the back of his head-

Arthur fell to the floor, his vision going black.

Note: sorry this one has taken forever,, holidays are hard and school has been a lot

this chapter was also just really hard bc arthur’s/roman’s perspective is super difficult for me to write, plus I had to rewatch a bunch of eps, it was just a lot more work than the others have been, but it’s important, yk?

i’m pretty satisfied with how it turned out, though!

thanks for reading, and stay frosty :)

-duck

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Try Again- Vince Dunn Chapter 3

AN: yes the not so long awaited finally of try again, I might write an epilogue but idk yet. don’t know completely how i feel about it, but hey it is what it is. 

Word count: 1500 ish

TW: Hangover mildy angst 

Previous parts: Prologue  Chapter 1  Chapter 2  

Vince wakes up and his head is killing him, but not so much when he looks to his nightstand for his phone. Cause there is two painkillers and a tall glass of water. His phone is even plugged in. It’s definitely not his heart clenching around old feelings. He swears to himself. Then last night begins to dawn on him. How he had gotten absolutely smashed, how you had taken him home, how you had made sure he was okay. He also remembers begging you to sleep in the same bed. And as he turns around to your side of the bed he sees the covers just shoved to the side, but the sheets are cold. Of course you wouldn’t stay. 

The soft groan that escapes his lips along with a “fuck”, is only heard by him. Silence has never been quite as deafening to him as it is right now. Vince gets up, and pulls on a pair of sweatpants he finds on the floor and stares at the pills and glass. As a wave of pain washes through his head, he quickly washes down the pills with the glass of water. He sighs and opens the door to his room. 

He walks the familiar path to his kitchen, but once he reaches the living room he halts for a minute. On his huge ass couch, you’re lying asleep, with your old blanket covering you all the way up to your shoulders. Vince wants so badly to walk over and carry you back to bed, if only to see you where you belong, in his arms, for just a second. 

However, he doesn’t do any of that. He walks over to his kitchen and starts making a fresh can of coffee for himself. He brings out a pot to boil water for a cup of tea for you. He digs into his cupboard, and just as he thought, in the back on the lowest shelf, there is an old-ish pack of your favourite tea. He hopes you can’t taste the difference. He learned a long time ago that you don’t make tea in the microwave, and he hasn’t forgotten. When he pours the boiling water into the cup with the tea bag in it, it’s almost like it summons you. Because he can hear you shuffling around underneath your blanket. It doesn’t take long before you’re sitting on the other side of the kitchen island sipping your tea. Vince is still fumbling around his own kitchen, trying to make toast. 

He takes you in, in stolen glances. All smudged make- up and wrinkled clothes, and that’s the moment he remembers why he even decided to get drunk in the first place. You had been on a date. His first reaction is to ignore it. Pretend that nothing has happened. But he knows, deep inside that he needs to show you he has changed.

Before he can get a word out, you’re looking at your phone, clearly tapping away on a message. You’ve got that cute frown you get when you’re worried or don’t understand something. 

“That him?” 

Really, it slips out before he can conceal anything. Not the disappointment and not the jealousy. 

“Hmm? Oh yeah it’s Carter. Do you mind if I make a quick call?” 

You confirm as you get up with your cup of tea in one hand and your phone in the other. 

“Sure, the bedroom is open if you want some privacy or something.” 

He says and the sentence itself is friendly enough, but he is tense as he says it and aggressively buttering his toast. 

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You find the contact in your phone before entering the bedroom, and once you’ve closed the door, Carter has greeted you with a soft “hey.”

“Hey, I didn’t wake you did I?” 

You ask, not wanting to ruin his day more than you’re about to.

“No, my roommate is asleep though, so I don’t want to wake him up.” 

Carter says, and if you weren’t so conflicted, you would have smiled regardless if he could see you or not. 

“You got home alright last night?” 

He seems to take the hint through your silence. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry about how it ended, it wasn’t fair to you.” 

No matter how hard you try to stand still you can’t seem to find any sense of calm. And it doesn’t help that the room is filled with memories. 

“No, but I figured, once he walked through the door that I had already lost.”

Carter says, sounding a little bit deflated. 

“Yeah, nothing happened, not that it matters all that much, but I would rather have you know the truth. I also don’t want to string you along for something I don’t even know the outcome of.” 

You say as you stop by the night stand on the other side of the bed. The one that used to be yours. 

“Yeah, I appreciate that tho, honestly. Thanks for the call.” 

In the drawer of the night stand, is a picture frame flipped to face down. 

“Yeah, no worries, see you on campus?” 

You flip the picture frame as you wait for the response, and almost gasp out loud. 

“Yeah, for sure. I hope things work out for you.” 

“Thanks, see you.” 

And then you abruptly end the call. You’re staring at a photo of yourself and Vince from  the early days of your relationship. It was taken around Christmas and it’s just the silhouette of the two of you staring at a Christmas tree you had set up in the apartment. Vince’s mom had taken it. At the time all of you looked at it and smiled. Now you felt like someone had punched you through your gut. 

“You want some breakfast?” 

You hear Vince call from the kitchen. As a million thoughts race through your brain, you put down the picture frame and head in his direction.  

“I think we need to talk, Vince.”

He stops dead in his tracks, not knowing what to do. He has been sitting by the kitchen table eating his toast and looking at his phone, but the frown on his forehead deepens. 

“That doesn’t sound good.” 

To be honest you had been expecting this reaction, who wouldn’t react like this after hearing those words. But he puts down his phone and nods for you to take a seat opposite of him. 

“I’m just gonna ask right away,” 

You sigh as you sit down. 

“Why did you get drunk last night? Please don’t lie to me.”

Vince visibly cringes as you ask, and you know he doesn’t want to.. to what exactly? Repeat past mistakes?

“‘Cause I saw you with Carter, with someone else.” 

And you swear, your heart skips a beat or two. 

“You were the one who said friends, Vince.”

“I know! And I meant it, at least when I said it, but then we went shopping for your books, and texting and I just couldn’t stop it.” 

The confession falls from his lips, and it looks like he regrets the words immediately, his shoulders tense and he looks down at his fiddling hands. You have seen Vince many states, angry, happy, drunk and worried. But you had never seen him like this, never seen him display sadness. 

“Can I ask you something, Y/N?” 

 You nod for him to continue. 

“Why did you go on a date with him?” 

“I have tried to find someone new Vince, but I can’t. Cause even after two years, I’m still broken over us.” 

Finally he looks up from the table and meets your eyes, and you see the hope in his clear, green ones.

“Then let’s mend us. I promise I have changed and I can tell you have too. Please let us try again.” 

You wish so badly that it could be that easy, but then again, why can’t it be?

“I don’t know Vince, we ended things horribly and it happened for a reason.” 

“It was a stupid reason, I’m better now, I promise. I have thought it over and over again and I know what I did wrong. I promise I’ll treat you better.”

It hurts a little knowing that he thinks it’s all on him that you ended.

“You know Vince, I made mistakes too, and I don’t want you to carry the entire weight of this relationship on your shoulders.” 

You say, wanting him to know that a relationship isn’t a one way street. 

“So we both know what we did wrong, isn’t that a good thing?”

He has a fair point, you’ll have to admit. 

“Okay, but let’s keep talking like this, okay?” 

“Wait, so you.. we can try again? ‘Cause I don’t want to force you into anything.” 

Vince asks hopefully, and a fond smile makes its way across your lips. You nod in confirmation. In that moment Vince is on his feet and on your side of the table in seconds. He reaches a hand out to you, and you take it instantly, letting him pull you to your feet. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

He whispers with his forehead resting against yours. 

“Yes.” 

In an instant he is kissing you passionately, slowly. Re- familiarising himself with you. The curve of your neck and cheeks, how your hair feels in between his fingers. How you feel pressed up against him and how your hands clench around his waist as you break the kiss to just hug him. 

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Idk if I’m late for all the angst but I really hope not because I have an idea, one day Kai and his S/O get into a really REALLY bad fight to the point where she disappears for a while and Kai has no idea where they went and then a few days or weeks later Kai has a meeting with the lov where he finds his S/O cuddling/kissing Dabi and you can choose if it was because Dabi was there for her when Kai wasn’t and she fell for him or because of a quirk and the lov’s plan to hurt Kai angst or fluff end

Oh boi and we start the day with angst material

"Why can't you just listen to me once?!" You asked in exasperation as he cleaned the bullet nonchalantly, not even sparing you a look. "Look at yourself Kai! Ever since you created this market of bullets you grow distant! Thsi is not how thsi is suppose to work!"

He gave you a look, cold and avoid of any emotions before he sighed and placed the handkerchief and the bullet down on his desk to lift up.

"Do you have a plan?" He asked blantly and suddenly, eyes filled with boredoom as he stared down at you.

"Wha-"

"You have a plan to keep the yakusa working? You have any idea how to work even on these things? The answer is no (Y/n). You don't. So stop trying to make yourself smarter or to pretend you know of these things better than me."

You huffed and and pointed at the outside, aiming at least on the direction where the elder rested on a room with a breathing machine to keep him living.

"The man who took you in would be dissapointed with you right now, you know that?! I knew that he wanted the Shie Hassaikai out of the business of drugs and had at least good morals! Ever since he got into a coma you seemed to grab those things and throw out of the fucking window!" You exclaimed and soon took a step back at sieng how Chisaki's eyes darkened and his body that was once calm and collected tensed in anger as some hives started to appear in one side of his face.

"Who are you to say something about this on the first place?" He started to take slow footsteps closer to you as you distance yourself, for safety measures.

"Y-your... y-"

"The answer is nothing. No one in this fucking planet (Y/n). You are no one to say that." You hitted the back of your head in the wall and looked up at him, furrowed eyebrows but still a hint of hear and hurt on your face "You just so happen to be one to enter because of your affiliations with me. Asides from that, you got nothing to do with the yakusa." He towered over you and his disgusted gaze burned painfully you just as much as his words did.

"You are nothing." He hissed and punched with his right gloved hand the wall, just beside your face as his eyes returned back to normal, only looking at you like you were some type of verm or spoiled childish. "And you have no rights on acting smarter than me on this situation."

You looked at him in both disbelief and hurt, tears threatening to slip from your eyes after his speech before you gritted your teeth and shoved his arm that was caging you into a wall for you to storm out of the room.

"The if I'm nothing, then I guess you wouldn't even I died, or better yet! YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT NOTHING THAN YOUR OWN SELF!" You shouted, tears falling into the ground as you slammed the door and stormed out of there.

Chisaki scoffed and started to rub on the places where the hives were appearing, getting more irritated at his kind re playing the scene that just happened.

He sitted on his chair and tried to focus back on his previous activities. Thinking that at least now he was going to have some peace and that soon you would grow tired of that tantrum you just threw.

God if he knew how wrong he was...

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You didn't returned on the next day. Gave him no signs that you were even alive, neither contacted no one from the Shie Hassaikai to explain the situation at least.

It had happened once, and the person you had contacted was Pops. Knowing that the elder wouldn't bust where you were staying unlikely Chrono, Mimic or any other precept would. Now that Pops was... resting, he couldn't even have a hint on where you were.

He walked around on his office, brushing his hair out of his forehead before he turned don abruptly when chrono entered his office and started to take off his mask.

"Did you find her?"

The man frowned and shook his head, cringing a bit when Chisaki let out a shaky sigh as he scratched a bit his cheek.

"I'm sorry Overhaul. We searched for everywhere around the area, but no signs of (Y/n) or any person who could gave us a information about where they went."

"Search again. All of the city, hell, even all the Japan if its necessary." He slammed his hands on his desk as he let out a desperate sigh "No one will rest until I know that she is okay and back here, safe and sound." Chrono nodded with a 'yes sir' and put his mask back on before leaving the room. Leaving Chisaki again alone with his grief.

He let out a shout threw his desk on the wall, slamming and breaking as he sitted down on his chair. Elbows rested on his knees as he layed his face on one of his gloved hands.

"... what have I done..?"

~

The searches were almost becoming useless after three or four days, and his humor worsened badly at your absence. Every one could tell that.

He was becoming more and more radical than he was already, his usual stoic and avoid of emotions more present than ever. The more you could see of him was a hint of desperation when they gave him the news that again, you were not found, neither a hint of your existence on anywhere.

The car and the filthy thief's burned in front of him, Chrono already had the money as he stared nonchantly at the scene before he grabbed the phone on his pocket with a sigh. Checking for any information, but seemed like Hoyo and Tengai weren't sucefull eithers as he checked his phone.

A man aproached and soon all of the man accompanying him got into position of attack as he stared numbly at the masked man waving both of his hand.

"Woah woah hold it! I'm no harm! Fight me I can beat all of you if I want!"

"What the fuck is this now?" Rappa muttered as Chrono didn't even moved, gun still aimed at the middle of his forehead.

"I'm actually here since I can see you guys are everthing but heroes! Heroes suck, I like you!"

"What do you want? Spill it out." Kurono hissed as the masked man calmed himself down a bit.

"I actually have an offer to do, only if you guys want of course. Join us! We are the League of Villains and always welcoming new members!"

Every stayed quiet before the mans looked slowly at Overhaul, his monotonous gaze still present as the fire dance behind him.

"An offer you say?" He muttered on a disinterest tone, but clearly noticing a good chance of gaining something for his plan.

~

He entered for the second time on what was suppose to be a building after following the man who he came to know that the name was Twice, at least the villain name. His original one it didn't matter for him.

He coughed at the sign of how dirty that place was, feeling like he could get sick at any second that passed.

He started to talk with the leader of this minor yet famous gang of street villains. Until a door was opened and a scarred man appeared, rubbing the back of his neck uncaringly as Shigaraki glared at him through his hand like mask.

"I hope you useless scum have some good excuse to be late."

"I would give you if I actually cared on the first place. Give a break mop head." He sighed as he stopped on the door, like he was waiting for someone.

Chisaki arches an eyebrow at this. Not only Shigaraki had lost valuable subbordinates, but he couldn't even control them. What a joke.

Although his eyes shot wide open at the person who came after the raven haired villain, even holding his hand with a smile that brought him joy for so long now.

"(Y/N)!!!!" The blonde brat gleamed as Spinner shouted that you had entered, you merely giving them a smile back before following Dabi and sitting right on his lap.

"I take that you two young souls were enjoying some free time."

"You talk like you're an old man Compress." You commented and Dabi snickered in your hair, his wicked smile hidded underneath your hair. You giggled at the sensation before giving the man a sweet kiss on the burnt part of his face.

Although even the league got shocked when Overhaul aproached and finally got your attention away from Dabi.

"Where the FUCK were you?" He almost shouted as his eyes burned holes on Dabi. Golden eyes never were so filled with that many of emotions he was at that moment.

You got up along with Dabi as the man jumped to be talking almost front to front with Chisaki. You following right after and being by his side.

"Man you dont even know us and are already throwing trash?" Dabi said uncaringly as you stared back at Chisaki with a stoic and avoid of any emotions asides from disgust from him.

"(Y/n). Where the fuck were you? You simply disappeared and just-" he pointed at Dabi with his palm, not even glancing away from you "Just kissed a random man right in front of me no less? What has gotten into you?!"

"Why would you care?" You said hushed, but he still caught the hurt in your voice "I am nothing to you..."

"Is not what I meant on the slightest." He started to feel his breath become shorter out of no where as both the commurates of the league and his own watched. "I was stressed and when you commented on Pops I losed it, but I know that's not an excuse for my behaviour, I know. I'm-"

"Is late to be regretful now. I know you aren't anyway." You said in pure sadness as you made yourself smaller to hold onto Dabi's right arm "You don't even know me... Dabi was there for me when you weren't... and I heard you think of me way worse than that."

"The hell do you mean? (Y/n), I am deeply regretful of the lies I said to you, and-"

"You don't think of me as a partner." You said bitterly "You only took me for a plaything, a mere object for you collection. They've told me everything."

"And you believed them?!" He shouted in almost disbelief as Shigarali and Tova wicked smile grew mkre at the time who passed.

"I know you arent the type of losing." Dabi commented with a smirk "But sometimes taking defeat is better to kept prying over something you losed for once and all."

"Shut your mouth." Chisaki hissed and returned to look at you "(Y/n) I never once thought of that, please believe on my words.".

"... the only person I believe on is Dabi, there is nothing you can change my mind about it..." you said numbly as Kai started to grow desperate, but miraculously not losing his posture.

(Aaaa I cant write full angst I'm sorry I need to at least ease up a bit T-T)

Although when he squinted his eyes a bit he saw that the color of your eyes had changed drastically. They weren't the ones he was so used of, they were the same briliant turquoise color of Dabi.

"What happened with your eyes?" He asked in disgust as you still looked at the ground.

"My eyes are just fine. Now if you excuse me..." you turned around and gave a sweet smile to the dark haired man "So my handsome capoo? You finished work?"

Chisaki arched an eyebrow at that. The only person you would ever call like that was him, and what work did that man..?

"Just stay quiet for now." Shigaraki mumbled and gave Toga a sign as she poked a green talisman and soon you stopped talking.

"ARE YoU FuCkInG KiDdIng Me?!" Everyone flinched at the shout Mimic let out as Kai stared at him along with Hari with a 'wtf?' Expression "Boss. That fucking talisman controls ficking minds ANd MeSsEs Up WiTh YoUR MinD To ThInk ThAT A pUnk ChAnGe ThE BouNDs Of KnOwinG sOmeOne ElSe! IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THAT SHIT FOR YEARS MOTHERFUCKER HOW DID YOU GOT YOUR HAND ON IT PUNK?!"

He arched an eyebrow at that. So they brainwashed you? Hiis eyes darkened at that and he soon shouted for Kurono to take the object form teh girl's hand as he yanked you out of Dabi's arms.

"LET GO OF ME YOU-"

Kurono grabbed the talisman and threw at Chizaki who glared daggers at the object as you squirmed and even bitted him to set you free. He lifted his arm up abruptly out of the sudden glaring right at Shigaraki's eyes who had his hands clenched into fists and trembling from rage.

"WAiT BoSS DoN't FuCkinG-" he threw at the ground with force and even dared to step on it, not even thinking about using his quirk at the time due to his rage consuming more his kind than the knowledge "Break it..." mimic mumbled the last sentence.

You blinked and soon stopped your movements as your face contorned back to confusion and even fear as you stared around you.

"W-What the?! What?!" You exclaimed before Chisaki cupped your face to inspect your eyes, the normal color of them had returned and he even smiled in relief.

"There you are." He said too gently, even making you confused and even to take his hands out of your face with an arched eyebrow, still with the memory of the fight you two had.

"Controlling other people's mind. Classic." Kurono mumbled as he returned back to his own gang as Overhaul glared at everyone on there.

"We will talk later, as soon as the things calm down between us. We still own you an arm... but after that I guess neither that anymore."

He left with the motion for you to follow him, which you hesitantly obliged as you heared some of that gang cursing Chisaki on your way out.

The ride home was quiet. The atmosphere being so tense and thing that it could be breaked at any moment.

Although the moment you stepped out of the car you felt Chisaki grabbing your hand and pushing you gently along with him to his office, closing the door just when both of you were in.

You rubbed your arm while looking at everywhere than his face, a frow present always on your face as he sighed.

"I take that you are still mad, and with reason." You said nothing but soon gasped when Chisaki hugged you close. This man was your Kai? For real??

"Uh..." you said as he squeezed you tighter and buried his face on the crook of your neck .

"I know that this is the last thing I deserved it... but I was so worried that I had lost you for real... my light on the darkness, my angel, my everthing.... I almost losed you... I was terrified." He said breathless the late sentence as your eyes grew wide before daring to pat his head a bit, feeling his warmth breath on your neck and also that he had blinked two or one tear away as his arms caged you to him.

You sighed, resting your face on his broad shoulders as you continued to carres his back as he made circular motions with his thumbs on your back.

"I'm still hurt and mad though..." you mumbled before Chiskai separated from you to lower his mask to after pick both of your hand on his much bigger and rough covered ones.

"I guarantee you on that my angel." He kissed your knuckles gently before cupping your hands on his own "Even I have fo travel down to hell, I will make it up to you."

"I will hold you on that." And he finally saw that smile, even if it was little, again. Easing his worries for a bit as he started to plan on how he was going to compesate his terrible excuse of behaviour.

[boldly-ho]

Another Life - Chapter 21

Fandom: What We Do in the Shadows 

Pairing: Vladislav x Reader

Series Rating: E

Word Count: 1408 (It’s a shortie.)

Chapter Summary: Vladislav asks reader on a date, and in an almost appropriate way.

A/N: Yes it took us over 40k words to get to him asking her out. Idk why I’m like this, either. As always, this is cross-posted to AO3. (And when I inevitably find typos, I’ll fix them over there.)

A strangled sort of hissing noise pulled your focus from your endlessly scrolling on your phone. You snapped your head up and saw dark robes disappear around a corner. You sat, watching, as Petyr poked his head back around the corner and hissed angrily at you.

“It’s not my fault!” you shot back, leaping off the couch to draw the curtains in the lounge and block out the light from the setting sun, surely the source of his distress. “What are you even doing up so early?”

He shrugged as he entered the now-dark lounge, moving so smoothly you couldn’t be sure he wasn’t gliding.

“Are you ok?”

He nodded once. Thankfully. You shuddered to think what could have happened if he’d come in when the curtains were open.

“Please make sure the sun has set before you start wandering around,” you warned him. “I’m a human. I need the sunlight sometimes.”

~

More women continued to disappear. They disappeared quickly, at a rate of one to two a week. If they were dead, and it was in fact just one killer, that would make this most prolific serial killer New Zealand had ever seen. Maybe even the whole world.

All of the missing women looked like you.

It wouldn’t happen to you though. You didn’t go out to bars anymore. You never went out at night alone. Even after all this had happened, how were these women dumb enough to keep going out?

Victim-blaming.

You knew that’s what you were doing and you knew you were wrong. These women had been taken, probably killed. And you blamed them so that you didn’t have to feel so scared that you could be next.

And so that you didn’t feel guilty.

Not that you had anything to do with the disappearing women.

At least, you were pretty sure you didn’t.

But, being pretty sure wasn’t the same as being entirely sure.

And that difference was enough to make you choke on your guilt.

~

“Y/N?”

You sat up higher in the bathtub, startled by the intrusion. Not that it was an intrusion, really. Whoever it was was still in your bedroom. You couldn’t see them through the small crack in the door, and if you couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see you.

“Hello?” you called back.

“Can I come in?” You recognized the voice as Vladislav’s.

“Um, no?” You sunk back down into the bathtub, causing a bit of water to slosh over the edge of the antiquated claw-foot. There were no bubbles, though, so submerging yourself did little for your modesty.

“Ah.”

‘Ah?’ What did he expect here? You were taking a bath.

You told him as much. “I’m in the bathtub right now.”

“I know.”

“Okay…?”

“May I come in, please?”

A small part of you wanted to tell him to fuck off, but the fact he’d said please took up the larger part of your mind. You’d never heard him say please before. At least, not that you could remember. He might have said it once. He must have. But you certainly couldn’t recall it.

You sighed. “Okay, just hang on a second.”

You leaned forward, water sloshing at the disturbance, and grabbed the end of the shower curtain with your wet fingertips, pulling it around the tub to leave only your head exposed.

You chewed your lower lip nervously. This was dumb; you were overthinking it. After all, Dawn had come into the bathroom to talk while you’d bathed or showered, back when you’d still lived together. Still, this felt different somehow.

Vladislav cleared his throat from behind the door. “Can I come in?”

“Yes!” you replied, before you could change your mind.

He opened the door just wide enough for him to squeeze through, then closed it behind him, keeping the warm air inside and preventing you from freezing. He walked up to the side of the tub, resting his booted foot on the toilet, and leaning forward to rest his forearm on his thigh. In this position, he towered directly over you, and you had to lay back in the tub, looking toward the cracked ceiling, in order to see his face.

With a quick glance down on Vladislav’s part, you felt prompted to tug the shower curtain partially into the tub in order to keep yourself covered. It was both to hide your naked body, and to prevent any more heat from escaping the warm tub. You shivered as chills ran through your body. With Vladislav towering over you, fully clothed, and separated from you only by a shower curtain, you felt exposed.

“What’s up?” It took all your willpower not to visibly cringe. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was wrong with ‘what’s up,’ but you regretted saying it nonetheless.

He seemed to suppress a smile.

“What are you doing tomorrow night?”

You blinked in surprise. “Nothing?” you asked rather than told him.

The corners of his mouth twitched and you felt butterflies in your stomach. You made sure you maintained a firm grip on the shower curtain.

“Incorrect,” he said.

“Oh?” you asked, fighting back a smile of your own.

“Mhmm,” he nodded.

“Then what is it that I’m doing tomorrow night?” You felt your heart beating faster. Blushing and looking away felt almost appropriate, but you were caught up in his piercing gaze. You didn’t hate it.

“Well, you have two choices,” he told you, now actively smiling. Looking down at you, fangs bared, he looked almost predatory.

You sunk a little lower in the tub, smiling in return. You found yourself quite fond of whatever game the two of you were suddenly playing. “What are my options, then?” Your voice sounded breathier than you were expecting. If you were misreading this situation, you might just drown yourself.

“You could stay home, reading whatever book you’ve recently pilfered from Viago’s bookshelf, all alone, while I go out into town with the guys.”

“That doesn’t sound like much fun for me,” you said, feigning disappointment.

“No?”

You shook your head.

“Good thing you have a second option, then.”

“Which is…?”

“You and I go out and watch the fireworks display over the harbor before going bush walking to a secluded spot I know of to look at the stars.”

Fireworks and stargazing? That sounded incredibly romantic, actually. You wondered just how heightened his vampire hearing was. Could he hear how fast your heart was racing right now?

“That sounds more fun,” you said.

“So what are you doing tomorrow night?” he asked you again.

Fireworks, stargazing, that much was clear. But what was this, really? He’d made a point of saying the first option included his going out with the other guys. So his omission of them from the fireworks and stargazing plan seemed pretty deliberate.

It sounded like a date.

But, hadn’t you overheard him telling Viago and Deacon just the other day that he wasn’t interested in you?

And yet… Fireworks and stargazing… just the two of you…

It had to be a date.

You couldn’t go into this uncertain, though. You had to know for sure. The stress of the next 24 hours would flat out kill you, otherwise.

What are you doing tomorrow night? He was still staring you down, not at all threateningly, but still very seriously, waiting for an answer.

“I’m going on a date,” you told him, trying your best to sound confident. You held your smile, though inside you felt as though you might combust.

Oh, god, if you were wrong…

Thankfully, he grinned and said, “Correct.”

Your smile widened, if that was even possible, and you nearly lost your grip on the shower curtain in your excitement.

“I’ll let you get back to it,” he said, glancing meaningfully to the curtain. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N. Good night.”

As he stood to leave, you stopped him. “Vladislav?” You almost, almost, hated that your voice still sounded so breathy.

“Yes?” He looked so damn pleased with himself.

“Couldn’t this have waited until I was dressed?”

You weren’t sure whether he was just too excited to ask you, or whether he was trying to corner you naked and at your most vulnerable. Surprisingly, neither option really bothered you.

“No. It couldn’t. Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Vladislav.”

As he closed the door behind him, you dunked your head below the water to let out an elated laugh you hadn’t even known was building up inside you.

[dannydouni]

I got tagged by @faceless-dude for smth. And like. All I want to say is that you so much. Cuz I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for months and I didn’t know when would be a good time to post it. Or like update it or like just when I should do anything with it. So yeah. Thank you so much for helping me get the chance to post this :)))

“I’ve had this in my drafts for some time now probably since the Canadian thanksgiving and like only touched on it a few times, and well I never got to post it cuz I got well uuuhhh... shy I guess and at that time a lot of things were going down and stuff. And because of that I just felt like it had no meaning whatsoever anymore. So I thought I’d edit it a bit so it fits better and so I can finally post it and stuff.... sometimes it’s nice to get something out there after having it written down for so long. And well what better time to post it than now XD on New Years!. Anyways here it goes”

Hey guys, friends especially, ITS A NEW YEAR!!!!!! I just wanted to pop in and say that...well...thank you. And while I don’t really mean this directly to anyone so far (details for ppl that I know on this app will be written later on in this post). I know it’s usually super cheesy and just cringe and stuff but I honestly couldn’t care less about that stuff when it comes to the people close to me and to the people I love and care about. So I would like to take this opportunity to thank y’all. First and foremost. What the actual fuck guys. Why lmao. Out of everyone in this world you bunch picked the weirdest, ugliest and just straight up stupidest dude out there to be friends with XD, y’all do know there was much better than this out there right XD. I legit have no competition since I’m just so bad LOL. But still, for some reason, with all the shit I just listed y’all still decided it was a good idea to be friends with me. Y’all still decided it would be a great idea to stick with me up until now. Y’all still decided that I could belong with other people that I could fit it with you guys. That I could.... have genuine, real and just straight up amazing friends. I have absolutely no fucking clue how this turn of events happened. But I can say this with full certainty. You guys have changed my life. You guys are probably the main reason I’m still kicking around to this day lol. You guys are the reason I keep going and keep living and just keep enjoying the tiny gifts that life has to offer sometimes instead of pain XD. I still don’t and probably will never understand why or how god or life decided to be nice to me the few times I met one of you but I’m honestly so eternally grateful that I just... I have no words almost.... I just don’t know what to say sometimes. It’s honestly so out of this world how amazing and nice some of you are even tho I’m like the complete trash of this world XD. In all honesty.... without you guys I’d probably not even be here lmao... I’d probably would’ve just went on with my life with nothing to wish or hope for other than for the next day to pass even quicker than the last.... or just for days to just over as soon as they start... I won’t say more cuz that’s shit is personal and I’m not about to write that in public 😎. But like I know for sure that without you guys. I would not be here right now. So thank you. Thank you for everything. Thank you for all the memories you’ve given me, the countless nights you’ve made me die of laughter, The countless times you’ve made me choke and almost die from how funny something would be, the countless times you’ve made me think “damn I don’t ever want to wake up from this dream if this is not real”. Just thank you, for talking to me, for letting me vent, for letting me be there for you when you were there for me, for being my rock to lean on, for helping me go through the toughest of times like if it was a normal day. Thank you guys so much for treating me like an equal, for being friends with me, for playing with me, for inspiring me, for teaching me new things and helping me with anything I could ever ask for. Thank you guys so much, and while words will never be able to fully explain what I fully mean or what I fully feel. But I hope that this at least will give you an idea of how greatfull I am for you guys... i hope this will show you how thankful I am for you guys. I love you guys so much that the word love just can’t even express how much you guys truly mean to me. You guys have changed my life for the better and even tho I will probably never be able to repay that I’m hoping that I can do something to at least return how much y’all have done for me. And even tho a lot of the people I mean by this message are not on Tumblr I have a few that are and it is for that reason that I will thank you and write something for you guys here too. So here is the part for the specific people.

@frogb, Genny :)

Genny :D

GENNYYYYY >:D

Good God..... how are you even real XD well to start off, a quick intro :).... probably my only irl friend that is actually active on this app and of course MY BEST FRIEND FOREVER IN THE WORLD AND THE #1 PERSON IN MY LIFE >:), I want to take this opportunity to just thank you again (I know I’ve said a a bunch of times and you probably hate me for saying it a lot XD, that along with sorry :(((( I can’t really control that Lmao but I’m getting better at it right :D). You....you’re my best friend :)... you have changed my life for the better way too many times cuz. I’ve honestly lost count dude. I’ve lost count. I just want you to know that even tho I said that the first thing I wrote on this post was meant for a bunch of people. I was really mainly thinking about you when I wrote it. Ever since you’ve been part of my life. You have made sure to change it completely. And only for the good and for the better. I don’t think you have a genuine idea of how much you’ve changed my life and how much you’ve made me happy :)... thank you Genny thank you so much for being the best thing to ever happen to me. Genny you truly are the best most amazing, kindest, nicest, loveliest, most wonderful, most talented person I’ve ever met. Look I won’t write my full thing here since...well I’ll say the rest to you directly. But well .. Genny... I love you... I love you so fucking much alright :D thank you for being the highlight of my life. Thank you for being you Genny and thank you for being here for me and just being my best friend in the world :)

@ritsu-in-a-maid-dress , heyyy duuuudee buddy chum buddy pal XD (don’t ask lmao), I know we like met only a few weeks ago actually idk maybe at the point when I actually decide to post this it’ll be months or like a year 😳 (and if it is HOLY SHIT WTF I HOPE I ACTUALLY TOLD YOU SOMETHING IN THAT TIME CUZ DAMN) and well so far, you have been nothing but an amazing, way too nice, handsome friend that has somehow probably one of the sweetest hearts out there. You’re actually so fucking funny and have made my day much better sometimes just from the very few talked we’ve had lmao (correction now it’s actually been quite a few 😳and honestly they’re getting to much better and funnier so thank you so much for making me laugh :D (oh and I will never forget that one call we had for 3 FUCKING HOURS DUDE!!!! THAT WAS AWSOME!!!) ) and while at first I was very shy to even talk to you. I’m happy that I can comfortably say hi without any regrets or anything lmao. I will tell you something I’m very thankful for in dm too cuz it’s kinda private :) so yeah.... thank you so much for being you and being my friend :D

@quellfy yoooooo duuuudde I don’t think we’ve ever really interacted on here but I’ve talked to you on the server and well I can know from there that. You’re just such an amazing and kind person. And that every time we talk I have a great time :)) I don’t know a lot about you but I do know that you’re an amazing artist who has amazing art (yes even when it’s not sad “pointing at alluka in snow drawing” amazing) and that you’re such a kind and I nice human being who’s been just super nice and good to me :)) so thank you. For being my friend and for being such an amazing human being :D

@faceless-dude yooooo I don’t think we’ve properly talked before but like :))) I really think you’re an amazing person and just super talented. Your art is something I’ve never seen before and I really really think it’s unique and just amazing. Thank you for your wonderful wishes. And yeah dw. I plan on keeping that promise >:) Gen will get her booties kicked just like you asked XD

@kur-upira we probably only interacted a few times. But in those few times. I could tell what kind of person you are and how much of an amazing person you are :D. I can tell you that just from those few times. I was able to see how much of a beautiful, talented (yes holy shit. I cannot stress this enough. I love your artstyle and good god it’s so good everything from the actual drawings to the shading to the colouring. It’s amazing dude. I really mean that. It’s one of the most unique and most beautiful artstyles I’ve ever seen), friendly and just amazing human being you are :))) thank you for those few interaction (which probably took me whole days to respond to because of anxiety and bs XD sorry about that lmao) and yeah. I would absolutely love to get to know you better and to interact more with each other :D

@starrynarwhale, I know we like pretty much only interacted like twice with each other but from those few times. I knew that you were a wonderful person :) not just an amazing person. But a very talented one too :D (your art is amazing dude. It’s really great. Not only that but like. Can I just say that. Your frog gon fridays are godly dude. They’re always so fucking cool and wholesome 🥺🥺I love them so much. Amazing) you seem like a very kind and amazing person so yeah :)) I’d love to get to know you better :D

@catboyyouko yooooo. I know we probably have only interacted once but let me tell you dude. You’re a wonderful, amazing, nice, kind and extremely talented human being. (Dude you don’t understand. Your art is fucking amazing. Not only that but your comics are so goddamn great too. Not just in an art way but in a story way too. It’s just always so amazing) oh and also like... I see that you vent a lot and stuff and just wanted to let you know that if you ever needed someone to talk to or vent to. I’m here for you. I feel like you’re such an amazing person and I would love to get to know you better :) so yeah. If you ever need anyone to talk to. I’m here alright :)

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE. I LOVE YOU ALL SO FUCKING MUCH

And if I didn’t @ you I promise It’s just cuz I’m too scared to bother you and @ Ing this many ppl has already made my anxiety skyrocket.

[perksofbeingaharrie]

PICTURE THIS - part: 4

FRIENDS TO LOVERS FIC

Lesson learnt for life - ‘Shri, never post a fic unless you’ve completed written ALL of it’

Welp, I am really not the best at being punctual. My writer’s block can be absolute brutal IM SO SO SORRY YOU GUYS. 

So idk if people remember this story now so here's little recap:

RECAP: Y/N is Harry’s tour photographer and through this they become close and develop a strong friendship. But when you are spending every second of your day with someone, feelings are bound to occur. As the American leg of his tour comes to an end, a little tussle here and there leads to Harry admitting his feelings for her and them getting a little tipsy and ending up spending a night together. 

Now the morning after is not the most pleasant and expectant for them. Find out in Part - 4!

Genre: angst

PICTURE THIS - part:4

© perksofbeingaharrie

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The morning after is never the easiest. And they knew and had fathomed so the moment Harry’s alarm blared out loud at 8 in the morning.

Harry was careful to have turned it off the second it made a sound and he turns around on his bed, hoping to sleep beside her a little longer. A little longer before both of them would dread and regret it – but mostly her.

But to his much dismay, when he turns over, she has sat up and thrown her feet down the bed on her side, giving him her back as the first view of the morning since yesterday night.

“Y/N.” He calls out, not realizing it, and later feels that his calling happened to have alarmed her even more.

She hurriedly snatches the top of the sheets and dashes for the bathroom, grabbing her clothes on the way. Harry falls back on the bed, defeated and closes his eyes shut to process everything from the night before.

What a disaster it was to bring to their friendship.

With the same lingering thought in her head, she changed into her clothes and came out of the bathroom.

Harry is already outside waiting for her, clad in only his boxers and he immediately jumps to his feet on seeing her.

“Y/N…”

“Last night…” She begins.

“I meant it.” He says before she gets to finish her sentence. She looks up at him from the ground, flushed. “I meant everything, I swear.”

Her mouth parts but the loss of words makes her retract back. She feels weak in the knees as she throws the sheet she had carried with her on the ground and takes a deep breath.

“How did we even end up doing that?”

He cringes at her choice of words. “I don’t know.” He shakes his head. “I really don’t. But it means a lot to me-“

“Oh, for god’s sake please stop saying that!” She raises her voice. “It is not making me feel any better, Harry.”

He gulps, looking away. “I am sorry.”

She takes a deep breath, crossing her arms over her chest. “Well, what do we do now?”

“I don’t know.” He says, looking at her again. “I think you take some time to think this over. To go through whatever you felt last night – just think about them again.”

“I-“

“I really thought it would be easy to just be your friend. Just let you go on some occasions, to let you not give me time but – but, I don’t think I can do that.” He breathes. “I don’t want to be just your friend, Y/N. I don’t want to be just a part of your time; I don’t want you to choose anybody else but me; and I don’t want to have to lose you to somebody else.”

Her heart shakes frantically inside her.

“Y/N, I want to be something more to you than just your – your friend.” He finishes, shakily breathing himself. “And I won’t put you through any pressure. You can think over this, I swear. As much time as you want, as many days as you’d like – all my time is yours now. I promise.”

She looks away from him, not ready to absorb all that he has said. Why is there a hesitation now? Why can she not speak up at all? Where is her resolved mind on this?

“We have a flight to catch.” She finally says. “I’ll see you there.”

--

She left the room right after.

Harry shed some meaningless tears thereafter, not sure what was it that was making him cry so much as he stood under the shower, reliving the night. He packed his luggage then and he also packed her purse she had left behind in the check-in luggage, clearly with no resolve to return it to her soon.

He cannot believe he said everything to her. He places his hand on his heart now and then, feeling it beating for real and comes to it that it really was no dream.

He really meant everything he said, everything he did. He has never experienced this panic and anxiety in a long time as he had when he saw her be so cold and not feel comfortable with him. Why was this discomfort? Was it because of the line they had drawn on their relationship? Of just being friends?

He thought of their life if they weren’t just friends but something more. Though the thought of always having her around and them being together always felt a little obsessive in a way but he did not ever want her compromising and being with someone else.

When they were seated in the airplane after a lot of running around and checking in, their eyes met when she was walking past his seat to the hers.

They locked eyes but she spoke nothing with them either. She appeared shaky and confused and she rushed past, and in that moment, another thought occurred to him.

What if she did not feel the same way as him? What if the amount of happiness and love she has shown and given him, he hasn’t been able to give her the same? He thought of the other people she could be with and if they would give her happiness she truly deserves and he undermines his ability to give her the same.

The sullen thoughts keep him up the entire flight. He does not turn around to look out for her; he does not get up even once thinking he might crash into her and shake her resolve – which could also be to not be with him.

And he accepted how things were until she would herself want to come around.

--

She extends her legs up to where her seats allow, breathing out loud as if she has been tired for so long. She hasn’t let her mind think over too much – all she did was pack her stuff in, rush over to the airport with the others and check in as soon as she could and be home.

But now in the dim lights of her the airplane, she feels her mind kick back in all that happened to her. And not just memories of last night and this morning but all and everything that her life has been this past few months.

Meeting Harry, spending that one night together just getting to know each other, becoming friends without the spell of that uncomfortable confrontation, The entire tour, private photoshoots, cooking for each other, drinking, laughing and finally yesterday.

If only he could have straight away asked her what she felt and not guilt tripped her this way. Why was she even taking time? She has loved him for all this while and now when he is admitting it to her, what in the bloody hell is holding her back?

She bites her lip in the sudden spur of excitement. God, everything he does to her can never not make her feel like electricity sparking through her. Even right now.

In the aftermath of it all, she decides to tell him everything when they off of this flight. They will start afresh and they will start all bright.

“Gahh, I’m done.” Sameera, one of the management faculty and a close friend, sighs beside her as she shuts her laptop down. She had been working on and on since they had departed, going about writing mails and what not and up till now, Y/N had not thought to ask what it was.

“Finally…” Y/N drawls in the same tone as her. Sameera chuckles and puts away her laptop and stretches her legs.

“It’s gonna be hectic once again when we get to London. I can’t really sit straight, can I?” She grunts.

“Why?”

“Ah, just management stuff, man. There is never just one thing I am dealing with – it all just comes plummeting down.”

Y/N gives a pat to her shoulder. “You’ll be fine, babe. And let me know if I can help with anything. I would, I swear I would.”

Sameera gladly smiles and places her head on her shoulder. Then she opens her laptop and begins to work again. Y/N reads over certain words looking over her head and her curiosity perks up.

“Can I ask you what the assignment is on?”

Mindlessly, Sameera answers back, too indulged in her work. “We’re hooking Harry up with a name. You know, pretend to be involved and stuff. It helps keep the tour in the news and of course, Harry’s name too.”

“Hooking him up?”

“Yeah, like fake dating. But Harry does meet them up and many a times he’s liked them and been with them too for a while.”

Y/N’s silence makes Sameera explain a bit more.

“It’s just PR stunting. It’s been a part of the cycle for some time now. Harry’s okay with it too now I think. He meets them, likes them so hangs out with them or dislikes them and we try to shake off the rumour within a month or two. It’s just how it is.”

There is no more information shared. Sameera is on her work for some time and then she naps away the rest of the flight.

Y/N stays up, too shaken by the reality thrashing her in the face. She was taking chances by betting to be with a star – someone always in the limelight, always living for the limelight. She doubts if she will be able to hold up amidst all this glamour; and hurting one another is the last thing she would want to happen.

She closes her eyes and waits for this time to pass too.

--

It was close to almost a week since they had returned. The concerts scheduled thereafter were in two days from today and things were very hectic.

She was called in throughout rehearsals and back stage shooting. She would do her work and leave.

He would come over and do his part. He, however, would leave with a longing heart.

It wasn’t easy at all to ignore him. They would end up speaking a few words here and there but the silence that filled right after was impossible to be shaken. The walls that she had begun to build around herself to protect both him and her were starting to bother Harry more than he could imagine.

She saw him shrink more and more into himself and she only hoped he would understand her without having to say anything.

But, he finally loses patience and calls her up today.

When she reaches his place after the call, she is only carrying her camera bag and nothing more, and she rings the bell.

“Come in.” He tells her at the door, walking into his house and leaving her outside.

She closes the door on our way and follows behind him, entering the balcony.

“Let’s get started.” He purses his lips, clasping his hands together.

She nods, placing her camera on the nearby table to her. Sighing, she looks up at him.

“Why are we doing this again?”

He chuckles, humourless. “We always did this – informal photoshoots. Just you, me and you camera.” He throws him arms exaggeratedly towards her camera.

She hesitates, breathing shakily. “No, I meant…why now?” Beginning to unpack her stuff, she continues. “You have your show in like 2 days, why get into this hassle now?”

She watches as he turns his back on her and stretches, all out of restlessness. She gulps and decided to shut up.

“Okay, I am ready-“

His chuckle again makes her stop. “Funny how things we previously did for fun now seem like a hassle, do they now?”

He stands by the railing of the balcony, leaning on it with his arms spread to his sides and gives her a sad look. She cannot say a word to him and only looks him in the eyes with the same look as his.

He takes his eyes off immediately and breaks the tension.

“Let’s get started.”

The shoot is simple. He is in a soft cotton shirt with a few unbuttoned buttons on the top and bottom, and the light wind in the balcony flows around the light material, matching the lost, dewy look of the shoot.

She keeps on going clicking pictures. He almost would always tell her when to stop but today he doesn’t. He lets her keep doing her job as much as she can, telling him to pose, to look somewhere else and everything. She has no clue to how ask him if he is done.  

The sun sets in the background. The natural light that they had depended on now turns to dark and this makes the perfect excuse for her to step back.

“Guess we are done.” She says, pulling her camera to herself to preview.

“No.” Harry ascertains, making her look up once again at his somber tone. “Try with the flash this time.”

She gulps, letting out a dry chuckle, tired with the brutal behavior of his.

“Harry, please.” Her voice is low and tired. “Let’s stop.”

His fists ball at his sides. He feels all the pent-up emotion, the remorse, the pain come back to him and he takes two long steps towards her to now stand right with just an inch of a distance between their noses.

“Stop what?” He grits through his teeth. “Stop even being friends? Even talking and being as we were? Why?”

She steps back one, shaky with the proximity. Her mouth opens to speak but he cuts her to it.

“Scratch that. I want my answer. I want to know what do you want from this and what it meant for you to be in my arms that night, kissing me, touching-“

“Harry!” She cries. Her face softens as their eyes meet – his rage and angst all making her heart pound.

She turns on her heel and scurries back inside the house, picking her camera bag from the floor.

He is trailing right behind her. “Y/N –“

“I just don’t want to hurt any one of us.” She turns around to face him again, putting a little distance between the two of them.

“And what about this? Is this not testing enough?!” He cries back at her.

“Harry-“

“Okay, no, no, wait.” He walks over to her. “You told me you love me that day. You told me you love me – didn’t you?”

She closes her eyes, nodding. “I do, I love you so, so much.”

He cracks a half grin. “Then what is it? I love you too, so much. More than you can imagine.”

“You don’t get it.” Shaking her head, she continues. “We are so much less involved in each other’s life when we are friends. You realize being together would complicate it all so, so much.”

“What is the complication for? It is all in your head.”

“Harry!” She puts him down with one raise of her voice. “Please. Understand this; you live in this bubble around all the glam and you have things to do that you are bound to – there is no way you can avoid them.” She pauses. “I am a simple girl. All I seek is small things, sought out things – simple things.”

He shuts up then. His voice holds no longer the desperate tone. He is confused, severely at that, and now all he wants is answers.

“What is it about my life? You’ve been with me for the entire tour, Y/N. I don’t think I did anything for you to feel that my life could be any complicated -“

“Harry, I was with you but always from a distance. You have your commitments, your duties as an artist that you’ve got to fill –“

“You’re going round in circles, saying the same thing over and over again, Y/N.” He cries out.

She takes a deep breath and squares up to spill the truth. “I do not understand this whole thing about going from dating one person to another.”

His eyes squint in surprise. “What-“

“Yes, you’ll have to be with multiple people at times, all through the year and you’ve done that in the past too-“

“Have you ever tried to understand this whole thing or are you just making assumptions –“

“It is the truth, Harry, and that is what gets to me every time I think –“

“Will you let me explain what this whole thing is and how it goes or –“

“No, Harry!” She shouts this time. “This is how you guys are. You go around jumping from one person to date to another – what would you do with being with a commoner? What good would she do to you? Will you get the same kind of promotions, be in the same way in the news, will remain as popular as ever?”

He opens and closes his mouth, her words hitting like spikes to his heart.

“Okay, okay.” She takes a breath out, calming. “Just give it a thought, you know – think a bit logically and realistically. You will need to think about your career at the end of the day. I get it, I get it, there is feelings and all but if we do get together, neither of us would be happy because – because our professional lives and image would keep clashing and –“

Both of them know she is blabbering like a mess now.

He takes a step back from her, rubbing his hands over his face. “Yeah, yeah –“

“You understand me, right? You get it too.” She tries to look him in the eyes.

“Yeah!” He says to loudly and quickly. “I get it. Absolutely. Perfectly.”

They both takes long breaths and look at one another. Their eyes blood shot red, and their faces show the tiredness and hopelessness. They both know this is in no way sought out.

Finally, with the same expressions on his face, he tells her, “Now, get out.”

She feels an invisible force push her steps back to the door. She accepts the defeat and the end and she nods.

“Trust me, this is for the best, Harry.”

---

Hope everyone’s keeping well and being safe. My wishes and love to you all. 

Look forward to part:5 coming soon and show some love to this write up too!

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Big looove

- Shri <3

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[bondsmagii]

i‘ve just finished reading „agent running in the field“ and to be honest, at first i wasn‘t sure this would be something i‘d enjoy – having only read a few of le carré‘s books and all of them set in the past i was worried this one wouldn‘t be able to pull me in as much. but then came Ed and Flo, and oh my. they're both beautifully tragic in their own but similar way, justly angry (as we all are) and trying to do sth but ultimately unable to (which hurt)

Nat wasn‘t particularly interesting to me, though he had his moments, and i actually really enjoyed the relationships between Nat, Prue, Ed and Flo, as well as the hilarity of clusterfuck and grudgefuck being introduced into Nat‘s vocabulary as all of this played out. Nat dealing and interacting with his chers collegues was also a treat and his interrogation (i guess) was so ridiculous and infuriating and just absolutely what you would expect.  

Since things were hinted at from the start, i wasn‘t really surprised by seeing Ed appear on the screen, however, I only realized that he had been „tricked“ when Nat was kind enough to spell it out for me, and idk, my heart just repeatedly broke for Ed throughout the whole thing, as it did for Flo. And i can‘t imagine them being happy, so far away from it all, when both of them can‘t look away from so much going wrong and yeah(btw, is Ed's speech pattern unique to him or normal where he's from).

don't want to annoy but one last thing:"but when my turn came round, he just peered at me through his big spectacles, and then looked away as if he'd seen more than he could take. I had wanted to tell him I was a decent man, but it was too late" not to amp the cringe of this ask by quoting from the book but fucking ouch

honestly like... my thoughts exactly tbh I am still not over the horrible gut-punch of realising what had happened to Ed :( I had the same concerns when I picked it up because while I love le Carré’s work and there’s nothing I’ve ever hated, his older work does tend to be stronger than his newer work. Agent Running in the Field is definitely similar in style to his other more modern books (Absolute Friends and Our Kind of Traitor spring to mind) but it had so much in it that made me think of classic le Carré -- the betrayal aspect, the fact that Ed was caught up like that, and the whole “throwing everything away for an ideal and it ultimately being useless”? strong shades of Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy and the Karla trilogy in general, if I’m honest. it was a really cool bit of nostalgia, translated into something modern and topical. kind of fitting that this was le Carré’s last novel rather than A Legacy of Spies, if I’m honest -- it wouldn’t suit le Carré to go out on a neat note like that. it kind of feels like he wrote A Legacy of Spies and was like “alright, I’m old now, that’ll do” but then Brexit happened and he came out with Agent Running in the Field as a huge “AND ANOTHER THING,”, which I can respect.

that quote as well, like. holy shit. what a sucker punch. I remember reading that and just kind of staring at the page and thinking yeah, this is why I read le Carré -- that specific, morose, dull kind of pain that really makes you wonder what the point was at the same time as you understand that none of the characters had any other choice, and that even though it ended so badly, inaction would have been worse. I really do worry about Ed. I don’t think he could ever be happy, not with all that on his shoulders. it’s always so tragic when someone genuinely sets out to do good, but just gets so mixed up in the process. I think it’s important to remember that Ed is very young, too -- still ideological rather than practical, and to le Carré, who wrote this in his 80s, he must have seemed like a baby. this is kind of a theme of le Carré’s -- yet another generation caught up in all these games, yet more people ruining their lives for an often unattainable ideal. I often wonder if this, combined with his obsession with Kim Philby and to an extent the rest of the Cambridge spies, speaks of a sense of regret that he didn’t do more for whatever ideals he himself held. so it goes, huh?

[hanupboy]

Falling for you

Pairing: Jisung x Reader

Genre: fluffy fluff, it’s really sappy lmao

Words: 3.6k

First date AU

A/N: can anyone tell how whipped i am for this boy? skjadkas god, writing for him was SO hard, i actually wanna die dsjkas but,,, anyways,, enjoy my sap i guess uwu

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Falling for Han Jisung was the best thing that ever happened to you. Stealing glances at him whenever he passed you in the hallways made your heart flutter. Seeing him in one of your shared classes improved every single one of your days. Occasionally being teamed up on a project made you question how one person could possibly be this lucky. Even just thinking about him made you feel so many things, you didn’t believe you could be any happier. That was until one of his friends, Hwang Hyunjin, who dated one of your close friends, told you to meet him after school.

But of course it wasn’t Hyunjin who wanted to see you. In front of you a nervous Jisung was standing, with red cheeks and a heart beating as fast as your own. Seeing him fiddle with his fingers made you visibly swoon, observing him for a bit, trying to calm your heart before you talked to him.

Pressing your back to the wall to hide your presence, you caught his shaky voice speaking words of encouragement to himself. “Come on, Han Jisung! You can do this. You’re great, you’re handsome. You totally got this, bro. You’re not nervous at all.” He blew some of his hot breath on his freezing hands, creating a white cloud doing so, before stuffing them in the pockets of his oversized hoodie. He looked around like a lost puppy, scanning the area for a sign of you. “Wait, did she stand me up? Why would you do this to me, Y/N?” he whined, dragging your name out cutely.

“Do what to you?” you giggled, finally walking up to him. Jisung looked like a deer caught in headlights, “Y/N, hey! Nothing, I was just- wait. How long have you been here already? Did you hear.. anything?” “Hear anything? No, of course not.” you saw him visibly relax upon hearing this. “Except for you being great, and handsome, and totally not nervous at all.” you added, making Jisung cringe in front of you. “Oh god. Oh my god, this is so embarrassing, I-” he crouched down on the floor, putting his hands in front of his face, hiding from you. “It wasn’t supposed to go like this! I wanted to be cool and smooth when I do it!”

“Do what, Jisung?” you tilted your head at him, putting on a confused face. “Stop teasing me! You know what I’m talking about!” “No? I have no idea, like at all.” you looked at him expectantly, urging him to say what he wanted to say. After a lot more complaining, Jisung finally got up and prepared to go through with his actual plan.  “Alright, Y/N. Even though this didn’t go the way I wanted it to and I don’t look cool at all anymore, I still want to-” “Yes!” you squealed out immediately. “Y/N! You said you didn’t know! Why would you torture me like this if you knew all along?” he started whining again, making you giggle. “Because it’s fun! And you’re really cute when you’re like this, you know?” His cheeks turned a deeper shade of red immediately. “Ah, stop! Don’t call me cute! I already regret this.” he pouted. “Aw, so no date? Bummer.” “Don’t even think about it, missy. Tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at 6! See ya!” he said, running off with a big grin on his face.

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Y/N [5:38 PM]: come on!! tell me where we’re going (◕‸ ◕✿) Jisungie ♡ [5:39 PM]: nono, it’s a surprise (〃 ω 〃) Y/N [5:39 PM]: please!! what am i supposed to wear if idk where we’re going? give me a hint  ‘ ᵔ ‘

You plopped back onto your couch, frustrated with Jisung’s secrecy. You stared at the outfits you put out to possibly wear, playing every possible scenario in your head. Would you be overdressed in a pretty dress? But a shirt and pants might be too casual. Should you just wear a skirt? After a few minutes your phone rings again.

Jisungie ♡ [5:45 PM]: something comfy! i’ll be there in 10  (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

A big smile spread on your face, rushing to your closet.

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You already went to the front door, checking your appearance one last time in the big mirror, organizing some strands of hair when you heard steps in front of your door. The noise outside caught your attention, so you decided to take a look through the peephole. Once again you were met with a nervous Jisung, trying to fix himself before knocking on your door. “Hey baby~ did you wai- god no, this is awful.” he cleared his throat. “Hey, Y/N. Wow, you look great today! I mean, you always look great, not just today. I didn’t mean to imply you’re ugly on other days or something like that. What am I even saying?” he took a shaky breath. “Alright, here goes.” he said, raising his hand to knock on your door, only to be met with you opening the door before he could do so. You looked at him with a sly smile on your face, realization hitting him pretty fast. “I embarrassed myself again, didn’t I? I need to stop doing this, really.” he sighed, a shy little smile on his lips. “Don’t worry, I like that about you. So, are you gonna tell me where we’re going now? Or are you gonna leave me in the dark, still?” you took his hand and marched off. Wow, he thought to himself. You really were something else. He would never get used to the way you eased his mind after making a fool out of himself while at the same time making his heart race. “Wait, our ride is right there!” he reminded himself, rushing around the corner, making you chase after him. “Our.. ride? Jisung, what the hell.” you laughed, seeing him sit on his bike proudly, waving you over. “Milady, would you like to take your seat on this fine vehicle of mine?” he patted the spot behind him. Giggling, you walked over to him, sitting behind him and stuffing your hands in his pockets. “You’re an idiot, you know that?” you said, making him smile. “You said you like it, remember?” he gave you one of his earbuds, putting the other one into his ear. “Adventure time, let’s go!”

         »»————-　 ★☆★ 　————-«« While driving to the destination, which was still unknown to you, Jisung was singing along to every song on the playlist he created especially for this occasion. Sappy love songs, one cuter than the other. “You can be my It-Girl, you’re my biggest hit, girl~” “You have a really pretty singing voice, I like it.” you said, making him stutter. “Where did that come from? Haha, sing along with me!” “God no, let’s not destroy the song.” you chuckled. “Come on, please? It’s more fun if we both sing. There’s nobody here, no one will hear you. Just sing.” he said before continuing his singing. He put one of his hands inside his pocket, holding yours in it and giving it a firm squeeze to encourage you. You don’t know why, but being with Jisung really did give you courage. Maybe because he seemed to be so talented and confident in everything. Or maybe because you felt so happy being with him, that you didn’t have time to actually worry about something. But his touch felt like flying, he gave your heart wings and before you knew, you closed your eyes and sang along to his voice. It felt whole, beautiful, just perfect. It felt like the world was just spinning for the two of you in this exact moment, just so you could hug Han Jisung, hold his hand, sing with him. You made a silent wish to the stars that this moment, these feelings, would never pass. And so did Jisung.

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“Madame, we have arrived.” Jisung says, stopping the music. “Oh god, Jisung. Are you serious?” you looked at the big amusement park in front of you, a shiver going through your body just thinking about all the roller coasters he was probably going to drag you into. “What’s wrong? You don’t like it? It’s gonna be fun, I promise!” he said cheerfully, taking your hand. “No, that’s not it. I’m just terrified of roller coasters. Like, actually terrified, oh god.” you stated, clinging onto his hand. “Don’t worry Y/N, there’s nothing to be scared of. I’m here with you.” “Oh, so you’re going to protect me, big boy?” you smiled, actually calming down a bit by what he said. “Count on it, I totally will.” he said, dragging you into the roller coaster.

A few minutes later, when the ride came to a stop again, you found yourself being crushed by a shaking Jisung, holding onto you for dear life. “Oh god, i-is it over? This was horrible, absolutely frightening, what WAS that?” he rambled on, not even attempting to get up. “Jisung, calm down. It’s over, you big baby. Also, I can’t breathe.” you giggled, finding him absolutely endearing. And even though Jisung did a terrible job at actually protecting you, his not-so-manly screams throughout the whole ride made you laugh too much to actually be scared of it. After one of the employees peeled Jisung off of you and out of the seat he was glued to, the two of you went for some drinks to calm him down. “Woah, let’s never, EVER, do that again, okay? Roller coasters suck.” he said, taking a sip of his americano. “I told you they’re terrifying! You should’ve listened to me, idiot.” “Yes, yes. You were right. Happy?” he said, giggling. “God, all the screaming made me hungry. Want to get some snacks over there?” he asked, tugging on your hand. You didn’t even realize you were holding hands this entire time, and the warmth of his touch went right to your cheeks. “Sure, let’s go.” you said, avoiding his gaze. And Jisung loved it. He found it absolutely adorable, the way you suddenly got so shy about something you’ve been doing for the whole duration of the date. While completely getting lost in his thoughts, just admiring your beauty, a bubble popped on his nose, emitting a surprised “Oh?” from him. As the both of you look up, you find yourself in a beautiful storm of bubbles, swirling and dancing around you. You excitedly let go of Jisung’s hand and chased the bubbles flying around, dancing with them, trying to pop them and laughing like a little child. Watching you, Jisung wondered how he got this lucky. You were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, his chest got warm and fuzzy and the only thing he felt in this moment was pure happiness. “Come on, Jisung! They said we can make bubbles, too!” you said, dragging him along with you.

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“God, I’m exhausted. That was so much fun!” you said, sitting down on the bench with a bottle of water. Jisung plopped down beside you, taking the bottle from you and taking a big sip himself. “It really was. The people were so nice, too.” he said out of breath, looking at you. “What do you want to do next?” “Get those snacks,” you said, “I’m starving.” “Cotton candy?” he asked, raising a brow at you. “Yes!” you said cheerfully, jumping up and down.

“One big cotton candy, please.” Jisung said to the woman in the little shop, giving you a soft smile. “Of course, what color would you two like?” the woman asked, looking fondly at the two of you. “Pink!” the both of you said at the same time, followed by amused laughter. “One big, pink cotton candy! Coming right up. Your girlfriend is really cute, young man. Treat her well.” she winked at Jisung. “Oh I’m no-” “I know, right! She’s the cutest girl ever, right? Thank you!” he took the snack from the woman, giving her a big tip before taking your hand again and running off with you. “What was that about, Jisung?” you laughed, looking at him curiously. “What do you mean?” he asked, taking a big bite out of the huge, sugary cloud. “Why didn’t you tell her I’m not your girlfriend. We’re still on a date.” you giggled, surprised that he’s pulling your own trick on you. “Well, my dear Y/N, isn’t that obvious?” he pointed the cotton candy at you. “It’s because I’m planning on changing that fact as fast as possible.” he said, confidently, making a big grin appear on your face. “Oh, really? I’m looking forward to it.” you said, biting into the snack that was still held in your face.

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As the date went on, people started to leave the amusement park. The sun was long gone, revealing a lot of pretty stars above the two of you. Jisung and you just walked around the park, talking about your interests, friends, childhood stories. Time was flying as the two of you couldn’t stop laughing. “Wait, you two actually were about to fight? Like, an actual fight?” “Yes, I swear! God, I hated Hyunjin’s guts. We really didn’t get along at all to the point we would just make an arrangement to tolerate eachother and pretend to be on good terms around our friends.” he explained to you. “So how did you end up being that close then?” you asked, making Jisung break into a soft smile. “I don’t know. I guess somewhere along the way we noticed we weren’t actually that different. We share a lot of interests, we’re both really passionate about music, for example! I didn’t even know that about him before. He’s really important to me now.” “That’s beautiful. You’re interested in music? Do you do more than just singing with that beautiful voice of yours?” you nudged him with your elbow, reminding him of the little serenading he did for you on your way here. He started giggling, thinking of the cheesy songs he sang to you. “Yes. I like rapping a lot. I also produce my own music with my friends, but.. it’s nothing special, really.” “I would love to hear it sometime.” you said earnestly, making him look at you with sparkly eyes. “Really? You mean it?” he asked you, looking really excited. “I do. I want to know about everything that excites you. Also, I could listen to you singing for hours, so it’s a win-win.” you giggled. As you walked on, you saw a vending machine with lots of plushies inside. Jisung dragged you towards it, making you screech from the sudden pull. “Let me win you a plushie!” he said excitedly, making you laugh. “Jisung, this is such a waste of money. It’s really hard to win one, we’re just gonna throw in a lot of money and get frustrated.” you tried to reason, but Jisung didn’t listen at all. “Please, come on. It’s a date, I HAVE to win you something. What kind of date would it be if I didn’t. Which one do you want?” he asked. “You watch too many rom-coms, Jisung. It’s perfectly okay not to win something for your date!” “Which one~” he dragged the last word out cutely, stomping his feet, trying to convince you. “Fine, fine. This one.” you pointed to a squishy little plushie on the left, kind of resembling a squirrel. “I’m on it! I’m gonna win this, just watch.” he said, focusing on the money eating machine in front of him. 10 minutes and 24 bucks later, he groaned out frustratedly. “Is this plushie stuck? Why isn’t it coming out. Come on, I’m gonna get you.” he said, trying to intimidate the soft little animal trapped inside the machine. “Jisung! Stop, you’re going to be completely broke if you continue like this.” you tried to reason again, making Jisung whine. “One last try, please? We can do it together, come here.” he pulled you by your hand. You rolled your eyes at his stubbornness but agreed, hoping that he would stop after this try. You put your hand on the little stick that controls the machine and Jisung covered it with yours, feeling how cold your fingers were already. He really tried for a long time for you to be that cold, huh? “On the count of three, okay?” he looked at you with apologetic eyes. “One, two, three!” You pressed the button to make the machine stop and grab something together. You suddenly got really excited, closing your eyes because you didn’t want to see if you failed again or not. A few seconds later you felt Jisungs hand leave yours, making you pout. “Milady, we did it.” he said, squishing the soft plushie to your cheeks, making you jump in excitement. “Yay! We did it, Jisung! We got it!” you shouted, happiness radiating from your face, lighting up Jisungs world. “The power of our love, am I right?” he said, smiling at you, making both of you laugh. “Okay, no, this was horrible. Sorry. Want to go home?” he asked. You nodded to that, trying to take his hand again. “Oh, wait.” he said, to which you replied with a puzzled look on your face. All of a sudden he took off his hoodie, throwing it in your face. “You really have to work through every cliché, huh? What’s this for? You’re going to be cold, Jisung.” you laughed. “N-no. I’m not cold, I’m a man.” he said, shaking. You raised your brow at him, looking amused. “Oh really? You’re not cold at all?” “Just wear it. Y/N! Please! I’m trying to be a gentleman here.” he whined. “Fine, I’ll wear it. Dork.” After you put it on, Jisung took your hand again, leading you to the exit. “Let me escort you home, miss.” he said, pointing to his bike. “Why thank you, good sir.” you replied, waiting for him to get on and claim your place behind him, holding your plushie in one hand and snaking the other one around his torso.

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You never dreaded coming home as much as you did today. “We’re there, Y/N.” Jisung said, getting off the bike with you. You both looked at eachother with a pout on your faces, not wanting to end the day yet. “So.. did you have fun today? I know, it didn’t really go the way I planned it, but-” “I loved it.” you interrupted him, looking at him with sparkly eyes. “Really? I’m glad.” he responded, a soft smile playing on his lips. “So, did my plan work out?” he asked, looking at you directly. “Plan? What plan?” you asked, confusion evident on your face. “Are you teasing me again?” he whined, squirming in front of you, making you laugh. “I’d love to say yes, but no. What plan are you talking about?” you said, looking at him expectantly. “The plan of making you my girlfriend, dummy.” he smiled at you shyly, warmth rising to his cheeks. “Oh. That plan.” you replied, mirroring the blush on his face. “I don’t know, you didn’t really ask me yet.” you said, looking into his eyes. He took a step closer to you, looking back into yours. “So, Y/N, would you like to be my girlfriend, please?” he asked, holding his breath while waiting for your answer. He looked beautiful like this. The moonlight hitting one side of his face, his eyes shining, you being the only thing they see. You took one more step towards him and pressed your lips onto his, both of you closing your eyes. Time seemed to stop and the coldness of the night subsided. His lips were soft and it felt like they were made just for you to kiss them. He tasted of coffee, cotton candy and pure happiness. After breaking the kiss both of you tried to catch your breath, laughing awkwardly. “Can I take that as a yes?” he smiled at you. “Yes. I’d love to be your girlfriend, Jisung.” As Jisung let go of your hand and tried to leave, you stopped him. “Wait, your hoodie, let me give it back.” “No, keep it.” he said. “What? You’re going to catch a cold, you still need to drive home.” you explained, but Jisung, again, didn’t listen. “It’s a gift for my new girlfriend.” he stated, wiggling his eyebrows at you, making you laugh. “You already gave me this though.” you said, raising the little plushie you won earlier. “Two gifts are better than one! Oh, by the way. Why did you choose that plushie? There were a lot of cuter ones in there.” he asked. “Because it looks like you, see?” you pinched the little toy squirrels cheeks, “Should I call you Sungie? Yes, that’s a cute name. This is Sungie~” you cooed at the soft plushie in your hands. “Hey! That doesn’t look like me at all!” he pouted, puffing out his cheeks, resembling the plushie even more now. You started giggling at how cute he was. “Fine, call it Sungie then. I’ll get going now.” he said, giving you a quick peck on your cheek. “Text me when you’re home!” you shouted after him. “I will, don’t miss me too much, Y/N!” he shouted back, getting onto his bike. “I won’t, I have Sungie with me~” you teased, making him pout again. “Hey! Don’t love that thing more than you love me, okay? See you on Monday!” he said before driving off. You looked after him for a few more seconds, pressing your new plushie to your chest. As if loving someone else was even possible.

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Fake Fic Title: Hot Chocolate Mustache

OKAY SO.... I’ve been reading @rampagewriting amazing fic Don’t Fear The Reaper, ( x click it, you won’t regret it ) and it inspired me to write this.. It’s just kinda... My own thoughts as to what might be going through Alex and Chibs’ minds at some point during the story. I asked @rampagewriting if it was alright if I wrote this, I just really hope that everyone likes it... Even though it came out a little bit angsty (there’s kinda tentative flirting her too, sorry I couldn’t give you Chibs lap like you did for Opie! I wanted this to fit Alex as closely as it could to the way you see her.) Anyway... So this is me, attempting to write a thing for Sons of Anarchy. And this isn’t the last you’re going to see of SOA on my blog, either.

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“It doesn’t feel like Christmas.” Alex took a sip of the hot chocolate she’d just gotten, wincing a little at the burn as she sat down between Opie and Jax. 

“This is California. I mean if you’re expectin snow, then you’re shit outta luck.” Opie laughed as he watched his kids playing, trying to engate Layla in a game of tag. Nodding towards her, Alex mused aloud, “Guess we all know who you’ll be kissing under the mistletoe, Winston.”

“Possibly.” Opie shrugged and eyed Alex. Jax cleared his throat and spoke up. “ You almost sound jealous there, kid.”

“For the last time, Jax.. It is Alex. Or Alexandra. Or X. I’m not a kid anymore.” Alex took a few more sips before she added quickly, “And for the record, no. I’m not jealous. What the hell are you implying, Jax?”

“Oh, just that I’m not blind.” Jax smirked and chuckled as he shook his head when Chibs made his way into the garage and naturally, Alex’s eyes darted straight for the man. Oh, he wasn’t crazy about it, but Chibs wasn’t the worst guy out there.

… no one ever wants family to willingly marry into this shit though… look what happened to Donna earlier this year… Jax ignored the thought in favor of clearing his throat and nodding to Opie over Alex’s shoulder. “We gotta roll. Go see a man about a thing.”

“Yeah, you two do that. No explosions though!” Alex called out to her brothers and she went back to sipping her hot chocolate, eyes darting over the newspaper. She didn’t have to look up from the newspaper to know she’d find Chibs sitting next to her. She could just sort of sense him lurking there, feel the weight of his stare.

“What’s up?” Alex couldn’t bring herself to look over at the Scottish biker. Not when what she’d done not too long ago still burned in her mind every single time she did. Or she’d think about how it felt, sitting there in that dingy hospital room, holding his hand while he was out. 

If he’d heard a single thing she said, oh man… That thought had her sighing and shaking her head at herself. What she needed to do was get a grip. People were starting to pick up on the tension between them entirely too easy now and Alex didn’t want Chibs to think she didn’t think of him as a friend any longer.

Chibs stared at the bottle in front of him and cleared his throat. He almost said something, but all he could do was stare.. And remind himself again for the millionth time why anything between them was not a good idea, no matter how bad he wanted that very thing. 

But he had to say something. Try to explain himself. Try to tell her why he’d been scarce lately, why things felt so strained. He dragged a hand through his hair and nodded to the newspaper. “Dinnae think yah wanted t’ be bloody depressed. Dat’s what’ll come of y’ readin ‘at.” 

… Fuck, that was about the lamest bloody thing y’ could’ve said, Filip… he even wanted to cringe at himself. Alex shrugged and looked up at him and the second he saw the hot chocolate over her lip, he gulped and tried to pull his eyes away.

This was so awkward and so much harder than it had to be already.

But he couldn’t. He reached out, tearing away a paper towel and leaned in closer to her, dabbing the stiff paper at her upper lip as he muttered, “Yah had a hot chocolate mustache, X.”

“Okay?” Alex eyed him, hoping to God he didn’t pick up on the way her breath hitched at the touch or the way that for a split second, even as his rough hand and the rough paper towel moved over her skin, she was thinking about that night and how good it was going before he ran out on it all and that yeah, maybe her eyes fluttered open and shut for a tenth of a second. She coughed to cover her own sudden tension and when he reached over, taking her cup, she followed the movement of cup to lip with her eyes, swallowing hard.

The fact that she’d declared her love for the man when he wasn’t conscious was taunting her, daring her to do something, to be brave this once but then she thought about him bolting and sighed, going quiet. Mostly in sheer frustration.

They barely managed to be around one another now without this extreme layer of tension lingering awkwardly. Yet neither of them really mentioned anything. And both pretended that nothing was wrong.

Everything was wrong. Everything.

Alex’s sigh had Chibs swallowing hard as he held the cup back out to her, nose wrinkled. “Et’s too damn sweet, X.” 

“You seriously just took my hot cocoa to drink and now you’re complaining about it being too sweet?” Alex gave a soft laugh and Chibs shrugged, a smirk tugging his lips upward, making her stare at them a little harder.

She took the paper towel and leaned in, dabbing it over his mouth. “Someone wants to talk about my mustache. Yours was worse, Filip.”

“Was et now?” Chibs was leaning in a little more, heart hammering away like it was going to burst right out of his chest cavity. He licked his lips and chuckled. “I doubt it.” his tone was lower, huskier. When he raised his hand, Alex swallowed hard and for a second she thought maybe he’d kiss her.

“I miss th’ way it used to be.”

Alex nodded, pushing down everything she really wanted to let out at the moment. “Me too.” she kept it short and simple. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe it had to be this way. The last thing everyone needed was yet more tension in the club.

… but what about what I want and need, damn it?....

Chibs eyed her, a concerned look. Her tone had been flat, almost hollow. He sighed and shook his head, taking a sip from his own bottle as he grimaced at the mix of alcohol and cocoa in his mouth. “Do y’ really?”

Alex took a deep breath and coaxed herself into a more convincing voice when she answered. “I really do. I’m just kind of not feeling today.”

“Ah, neither am I.” Chibs admitted, staring at her lips for a few seconds. What he wouldn’t do to just kiss her right now. To throw caution out the window and just let go.

… but letting go may not be d’ best thing… there’s the club and there’s what happened t’ Donna and y’ know you’d die if it happened t’ X… Luckily for both of them, Tig called Chibs over before things could get any further tension filled. Chibs told her that he’d see her  later at the club house and Alex nodded, trying not to stare at him as he walked away, but failing miserably. When he was deep in conversation with Tig, she sighed and put down the newspaper, standing. 

Maybe if she got away from here, went to talk to Gemma or something.. She just knew from all that transpired just now that things couldn’t go back to the way they had been.. They could only blossom or die.

Personally, Alex wasn’t willing to risk finding out. Not when Chibs obviously didn’t return her feelings. His actions just now, while more than she expected, were a perfect wake up call.. She had to try and work around everything she felt or she had to continue avoiding him.

Tig eyed Alex leaving and he remarked with a shrug, “Seems like you two barely talk anymore.”

“Don’t bloody start wit’ me, Trager. Tell me what y’ wanted.”

“We have an errand.” Tig answered and Chibs nodded, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up. “Well then. Let’s get t’ it.” 

He watched Alex leaving the garage and he sighed to himself. He couldn’t just keep everything he felt in much longer. Just now, he’d been dangerously close to caving.

Maybe avoiding her for now was the best thing for both of them.

[punkscowardschampions]

Grace & Ava

Grace: you okay babes???! Ava: The furthest from without actually being 💀 Grace: Oh my god what even?! aren't you at that uni thing? Ava: For a few more hours yet, give me strength Ava: Last night was Ava: nah Grace: last night was a sorority girl horror 📽🎞 or like ??? Ava: Allegedly a thing but I've yet to see anyone rocking a skinhead without it being a Choice™ Ava: So, everyone else did go to the 📽🎞 last night but I pulled a sickie 'cos Ava: well, that can do one as a concept but also Ava: Are you sure you even want this? It's a whole saga, like 🙄😫 Grace: duh x 10000 Grace: there's nothing anyone can tell me about mean girls 🔪💔 we can skip 📽🎞 when I've IRL lived it Grace: & obvs! talk to me I'm BEYOND concerned Ava: There are no mean girls Ava: and I think the shit I pulled is beyond a Regina level even Grace: UM no way are you casting yourself 👑 thanks! what happened?! Ava: Sorry but you can try and come for the 👑 after I tell you Ava: So they get current pupils to show you around, do the tour, answer questions, do the whole programme with you, right? Ava: Must be good extra credit or whatever, anyway Ava: There's this guy, and the whole time there's this total...vibe, you know? And I'm not delusional or sad like that, its an actual thing but I know him, know of him Ava: so I know why I should just ignore it, but instead when everyone is out, I DM him Grace: excuse you bitch I'm literally reformed but like putting that ASIDE cos this is so much more IMPORTANT!😱😱 Grace: so are we talking a phoneful of regret or IRL walk of shame? Ava: We talked for a while, so I have literal evidence it wasn't just one-sided but truly do not wanna be that girl but like, I swear Ava: anyway, we did go out, properly and it was Ava: so good Ava: but then he had to go and now I have to die Grace: duh it was 😍😍😍 I know what a vibe means Grace: he has a gf yeah? honey we've ALL done it don't even stress he's obvs not that into her Ava: No its Ava: more complex Ava: there's Ava: well, he's married Ava: but he's not as old as that makes him sound but yeah, clearly quite into her Grace: Ew! What's with everyone getting 💍👰 Grace: if Janis gets proposed to I'm kmsing Grace: it doesn't sound that complex though babes, don't let this family fool you, 💔💍 is such a thing™ Ava: Can't see it myself Ava: they are cute though Ava: of course but I'm not out here doing that myself, that's Buster's bread and butter, not mine Ava: they have kids as well, two Grace: 🙄🤢 Grace: totally but we literally NEVER have to tell her or them that shh Grace: well that explains it 🤰👰💍 he probs doesn't even love her Ava: My lips are sealed Ava: One of them is like...6 or something and the other is a baby so there's like no excuse Ava: It didn't come to anything more than a kiss but I'm mortified Grace: 6? How old is he?! Ava: Again, not as old as that makes him sound Ava: 22 ish, in his last year Grace: THANK GOD! I was literally picturing like a hot 40 Ava: Somehow that would be less complicated Ava: Unless he was a friend of my parents or something but not trying to hit every cliche before I even start Uni Grace: UGH! remember when I went to the fair with that lad who turned out to be 19 & everyone lost it like I was being groomed 🙄 Grace: such a drama Grace: this seriously doesn't sound that bad Grace: either he's bored of her or having his 🍰 & 😋 Grace: who stopped it at 😘😘? Ava: Well, he did turn out to be a creep didn't he Ava: but he could've been a 15 year old creep as easily, I see your point Ava: He did Ava: his phone kept going off Ava: it must've been her Grace: yeah & like I totally worked it out for myself from reading the vibe Grace: same as you last night Grace: 😱😱😱 Grace: did he answer? did you literally have to sit there 🤐!!! Ava: I think I might've got the vibe seriously wrong Ava: well, no Ava: I don't know Ava: we were in a club, he couldn't Ava: but we left real quick and he hasn't looked at me today so that's been fun Grace: oh girl please Grace: trust, as someone who has gotten the vibe wrong WAY more times than we need to admit outside of this convo, you so didn't Grace: he's having a freakout, we've ALL been there too, yeah? Ava: Clearly Ava: 😂 Ava: Oh God Ava: I just need to pretend this never happened and peace Grace: come over Grace: we'll go out & make some new drama happen Grace: soon as you do, you'll know if he's bothered Ava: Sounds good Ava: If I didn't have two other Unis to hit before Summer officially starts 🙄 Grace: OMG you're so extra Ava: Rude 😂 Ava: Not as if I can go here now, is it? Ava: I'm burning through options, girl Grace: ILY for it 💜 Grace: did you wanna go there for real? Ava: Not hugely Ava: it was in my top 5 but its definitely not 🥇 Grace: 🤷💅 Grace: it was obvs a 🏆💋 so Ava: seriously Ava: though I'm probably gonna find out that he's made time for every girl on this program Grace: did you pick up on any other vibes? Ava: I don't think so Ava: He did say other girls were flirting with him though Grace: 😂 boys always say that Grace: literally will have been hitting refresh waiting on you 💬 Ava: Or, they really were and that was a subtle dig that I just ignored Ava: 🤡🤡 Grace: ugh don't Grace: nobody's looked hotter the morning after babes Grace: he'd be the 🤡 Ava: Minus the HP🗲 scar Ava: idk where that came from, which doesn't bode well for how trashed I must've been Grace: if he was as wasted maybe he doesn't remember & that's why he blanked you cos everything is Grace: 👋 been there Ava: I wish Ava: like I said, we know each other Grace: do you know his 👰? Ava: 😶 Ava: Just kill me now Grace: has he posted anything? Ava: About how much he 💕 his wife and kids? Ava: Fuck knows Grace: well yeah or idk how wasted he was Grace: anything to go on Ava: His 👰 would not approve Grace: if he doesn't have like a private snap he's no 💔 Ava: Wasn't my first question Ava: Probably does but bit late to ask now Grace: you literally could Grace: cringe but no more cringe than running into him playing happy families when you go get coffee Ava: I'm just gonna leave it Ava: Not a moment too soon Grace: 👌👌💜 Ava: When the alcohol leaves my system my head will be less 🤯 Ava: Standard Grace: his too though Grace: maybe he'll come to you Grace: 🤞 yeah or 🤞 no? Ava: I don't know what I want Ava: or feel about any of it Ava: It's better to just assume nah, a pleasant surprise is always better than disappointment Grace: mhmm Ava: Shut up Ava: I'm confused and hungover, I don't know anything 🙄😏 Grace: no shade Ava: I know Ava: This is too extra Ava: even from me, right Grace: you can wear the 👑 until I earn it back Grace: cos duh who's more extra Grace: me, this hoe Ava: 😂 I'm ready for it Grace: you gotta let me have it there's no 😘💖😍 in my 🔮 Ava: Not even a little? Grace: there was a little but it got too much Grace: too close to being like Grace: I can't Grace: I'm out Ava: I don't think it's all it's cracked up to be, honestly Grace: makes me feel like I'm cracking up Grace: no thanks Ava: Preaching to the converted today Grace: 🙌 Ava: I'll definitely come over some point this Summer though Grace: YAY Grace: I so need you Ava: I think me and the 'rents are going the first two weeks, then I'm going with my friends the last two Ava: so sometime in the middle to play with Grace: ugh if only my mum and dad were organised about anything ever Grace: god knows when or where they'll spring a hol 🙄🙄 Ava: All fun and games Ava: least you get more space these days, I guess Grace: if they're gonna be annoying I'll just bring you with 🤷 Ava: Three holidays would be a record Grace: hot older lad who?! 😂 Grace: Brazil is on another level Ava: If there's sun and sea, I'm happy Grace: you'll be sooo 😊 Ava: 😘 Grace: 💜 Ava: I did not think that would be such a rant Ava: IOU a coffee, I'll ping you the funds rn forreal Grace: As if! like I've NEVER done you that way Grace: shhh Ava: It's done Ava: Consider it a reminder we need a proper catch up when my head is less fried Grace: 👌👌 fine Ava: Don't be mad, it is essential some good happens today Grace: It's fine babes, promise Ava: Good Ava: I better try and finish this essay thing Ava: Or at least make a better start Grace: or at least get yourself a coffee & put some lipstick on Ava: Cheers, I know I look clapped 😂 Grace: shut up Grace: you do not! Ava: I wouldn't wanna chat to me either tbh Grace: Girl, stop Grace: this convo has been wild & I'm living Ava: I meant him, not you 😉 Ava: Only subjected socials to one pic, like Grace: well duh he wants to kiss you again not have a chat Grace: if you wanna talk you'll have to Grace: there's only one kind of convo lads ever start Ava: Hmm Ava: Have better luck with this essay than thinking of something worth saying Grace: what do you wanna say? Grace: like if you could just Ava: Christ Ava: firstly, what the fuck? Grace: he can't shade you for starting there Ava: Though I initiated it so, ugh Grace: he didn't have to go along with any of it Grace: his wife & kids were literally waiting at home for him so Grace: you like deserve to know if there are other girls or not Ava: What's more insane though Ava: asking around every girl on this course, or asking him Ava: There are definite drawbacks either way from where I'm sitting Grace: you said you know him, how much does he lie? Grace: asking him will be more than cringe if you can't believe a word, it'll be pointless Ava: I don't know him like that but Ava: I suppose I've heard that he's a typical lad in most regards so Grace: yeah Ava: but that's from one source so Ava: who's to say they're 100% reliable Grace: right Grace: I'll stalk the other girls, obvs am insane so Ava: No Ava: 'cos then I'll have to tell you who he is Ava: and it'll all get out of hand Grace: OMG do I know him??! Ava: How would you? Ava: 'course not Grace: then why does it matter if you tell me or not? Ava: I'll sort it myself Grace: Ava Grace: is it already out of hand? Ava: That'd depend on who you asked too Grace: I'm asking you Ava: I've got this Grace: promise Ava: 🤞 Grace: 👌

[doseofheroes]

Stalling

Summary: When Bucky is injured in the woods, he comes across a small cabin.

Words: 4072 (wtf)

Pair: bucky x reader

Warnings: violence, swearing

A/n: it is literally my first time writing anything besides a paper for school so sorry for how terrible it is but I had the idea and wanted to try! Also learnt the hard way about formatting so hopefully its somewhat coherent. Also also I wrote it in a night on my phone... Idk if literally anyone will read this but im kinda happy with how it turned out so enjoy!

When you moved out to the middle of nowhere a couple of months ago you knew you were just stalling. After graduating university four quick years later you were no more sure of what you wanted to do now then when you started. So yes, time off to be alone and think for yourself was a stall tactic, but doesn’t mean it was the wrong move right?

The first couple of weeks were peaceful. You were in a small cabin you rented off airbnb located somewhere on the outer edge of the ** forest. Snow fell as slowly creating a fresh layer as you sat inside cozied up with a blanket and some tea reading by the fire. A clichè but still nice.

You made yourself some pasta for dinner and listened to some old Amy Whinehouse tunes. Cleaning up the dishes you decided to call it an early night and went to bed. Little did you know what or rather who would show up at your door that night.

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Bucky and Natasha had set out on mission to the depths of the ** forest where a known hydra base was located. Their job was to only collect intel for now so they could make a proper plan and bring back the group for execution. The base had turned out to be much larger than they had anticipated counting over 250 hydra agents working on the base so far.

“How the hell are we just getting wind of this now?” Bucky stared at the base in confusion.

“Somethings not right. We should’ve heard about this one when we took out the others.” Nat said sharing a concerned look with Bucky.

“We shouldn’t go any further until we get the others” Nat said as she started to pack up.

“We need to figure out what the deal is here” Bucky started “we can’t leave yet.”

“Bucky, there are 250 of them and 2 of us. I know we’re a little above average but thats a bit overkill. No pun intended.”

Bucky smirked at her attempt at humour but there was no way he was leaving just yet. He felt something was off and he wanted to know what. “I’ll do a quick look around. In and out. No contact”

“Bucky, no. Dont be stupid. I get it, but lets not do something we’ll regret. I’m calling this in, i’ll let them know were heading back.”

Bucky sits silently for a second and notices she’s looking for his agreement. He nods.

As Nat trails back to get a signal Bucky turns back to look at the base. “What are you up to...” he says to himself as he looks around. Thats when he sees it. The ever so familiar blue liquid. Fuck he thinks to himself. Theyre trying again...more super soldiers...more....me. His mind flashes back to his hydra days and all the stuff they made him do. This can’t happen.

Against all better judgement he looks back at Nat who is still facing away and starts to descend down the rocks towards the base. He just needs to get the suitcase filled with the serum and get out.

Reaching the outer gates he looks around to make his plan. Thats when all hell brakes loose. A guard patrolling the fence line spots him and starts to yell. Bucky runs over to take him out before anyone notices but it’s too late. Next thing he knows hes taking on an army of hydra agents, shots flying. Nat hears the commotion and turns around. “I don’t believe this.” She says into her comms. She’s about to start the descent when she realizes its too late. Bucky’s down. They’ve got him. This just became a rescue mission.

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Bucky slowly comes to and tries to rub his face but soon realizes he is restrained. Taking in his surroundings he tries not to let panic set in as he looks around the room of the hydra base. Everyone is silently staring at him now that he’s awake. One of the men mutters something to a nurse and she leaves the room. The door bursts open a minute later and in comes a tall thin man with a lab coat. “Hello Mr Barnes. This is a pleasant surprise.” Bucky says nothing but gives the man a blank stare. “I see, the strong but silent type. Well your timing is opportune for us Mr Barnes. you see, we are finally creating our own little army of, well, you to be blunt, and I think you can give me the answers to the questions that remain.” Bucky stays silent not letting his panic show. The doctor doesn’t say much more telling the nurses to start the work up. They start collecting blood samples.

Bucky knows he doesn’t have long before this gets real bad so he starts to form his escape plan in his head. The restraints do not feel like they will be too difficult to break out of, its the building he is unsure of, having been unconscious when they brought him in. I guess we’re gonna wing it he thinks to himself.

Once the nurses clear and all the guards leave except the two at the door, Bucky knows its time. He breaks out of the restraints easily, as he suspected. He knocks on the door and the two guards turn around, eyes widening with realization. They start yelling as he bursts through the door knocking them both out.

As he makes his way through the building things are getting worse and worse. Thats when he sees the doctor, face not of fear, but perhaps interest? Bucky keeps making his way out when he sees a guy blocking the door. He takes a good look at him and he realizes. Shit. This is no regular soldier.

He starts swinging and while he is holding his own, he is still taking quite the beating. I just have to get out he thinks. The soldier now has a rifle. great. Using his arm to deflect the shots he runs full force to take him down but takes a hit in his side. Bucky grunts as the shot stings but the soldier pulls out a knife and Bucky rolls in a near miss.

Ducking and dodging Bucky reminds himself he’s not here to fight, he just needs to get out. He turns and makes a run for it, and is almost home free when he feels a sharp pain in his shoulder and is knocked down. He turns his head to see the knife sticking out of his back. Pulling it out slowly Bucky cringes at the pain but the soldier is already walking back to him.

A knife fight ensues as Bucky desperately tries to stave him off. A realization comes to Bucky. I gotta take the hit to leave. Bucky slows his movements and he feels the knife go straight into his chest. Screaming in pain bucky pulls out the knife almost regretting that, but now, with both knives in his hand he is able to make a run for it throwing the final two knives hitting the soldier twice as he makes his escape.

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Bucky is out of breath and losing feeling as his body tries to recover from the two stab wounds and the shot. He needs to find a safe place to get the bullet out.

After wandering for a few miles Bucky smells smoke. That’s when he sees it. A house...out here? He checks the perimeter for any signs of hyrda or that someone is living there. There is a car in the driveway but no signs point to hydra. He takes the risk and starts to bang on the door.

What the fuck? You think to yourself as you slowly wake up to a loud noise. Fear sets in when you realize someone is banging on your door. You sit in bed waiting for a few minutes hoping they will go away. When the knocking doesn’t subside you decide to go down and check out who it is. God this is stupid, you’ve seen horror movies y/n!!

You look through the doors peephole and thats when you see him. Its dark out so you can’t make out much but you can tell he is handsome. Really y/n? A stranger is knocking on your door in the middle of nowhere at 2 am and you think ‘ooh he’s handsome’?! You mentally scold yourself. Thats when you notice he is clutching his chest.

“Please. I know you’re there. I can hear you. I just need some help and I will leave. I mean you no harm” please for the love of god let me in Bucky thinks to himself.

You are terrified but he looks really hurt. This is a bad idea...you think to yourself but unlock the door anyway.

Bucky perks up at the noise and the door opens slowly. Buckys eyes look up to you and he stares for a second. “Can I come in, please?” He says softly.

“Oh yes sorry!” You say as you let him in, adrenaline rushing. He walks inside slowly looking around before heading to the kitchen. You go to turn on the lights and flick them on before he has time to yell “Dont!” But its too late. You gasp as you take in his injuries and blood soaked clothes.

You look up to his face. “Please, turn them off” he says firmly but quietly. You do as he says. He has the most beautiful blue eyes you think before being kicked back to reality.

“Are you- are you o-okay?” You ask voice shaky. He stays silent. “Well you’re obviously not okay...but do you need...how can I help you? Should I call the police? You should really-“

“Im fine, no need to call anyone” he says cutting you off. “Do you have a towel or something?” You sit there frozen for a few seconds before you spring into action. You disappear upstairs for a few minutes. Bucky takes a deep breath after you leave trying to reorganize his thoughts. The moment he saw your face he forgot, even just for a moment, why he was there in the first place. You had such a calming presence even though you were clearly panicked. You came back arms full with anything you thought could be remotely useful. First aid kit, towels, and a sewing kit you didn’t know you had until now among other things. As you head back to the kitchen you almost drop everything as the man stands shirtless in front of you. You regain composure placing everything on the counter pretending not to see the man smirk.

“I’m going to need you to take the bullet out.” He deadpans. “What?!” You choke out almost laughing at the thought. “I can’t reach it with my other injuries....” he trails off seeing the panicked look on your face “you know what don’t worry about it I think I can manage” A wave of relief floods over you at his words but as he goes to sit you see him wince and you know he was lying for your benefit. Be strong y/n you can do this, you are a strong independent woman “ I can do it. I can take it out. You’re clearly not okay.” Bucky is about to protest but stops when he feels another wave of pain. He nods at you and sterilizes the tweezers before handing them to you. You grab them reluctantly but give him a small smile. He doesn’t know why but that small action gives him enough comfort he thinks he might just be ok. “Okay here goes nothing” you say as he exhale deeply and stick the tweezers in. Bucky grips the counter top and groans. “Im so sorry!” You quickly retreat from your real life game of operation. “No I’m fine keep going” he says and gives you a reassuring smile. “So..” you try to think of some conversation to keep his mind elsewhere. “Do you like cats?” Oh my god bitch are you for real, you are gonna die alone. You clear your throat awkwardly, too late to back out of this conversation. He cracks a smile at your clear embarrassment but answers your question. “Um Ive never had one but I dont mind them I guess. More of a dog person I think” she nods. “Are you...a cat person?” Yikes this is awkward Bucky thinks to himself. But he kind of likes awkward with you. “ Im in animal person in general. Love them all.” You say half focused on the conversation half focused on his side. You try not to let your eyes wander to his abs...and that chest.. ugh is this a man or a god and thats when you realized you had stopped moving and he was staring at you....staring at him. Your eyes quickly dart away and your face heats up at being so blatantly caught enjoying the view. He chuckles and you quickly change the subject. “So care to explain any of this or are you just going to bleed all over my kitchen?” You say almost defensively trying to hide your embarrassment. Bucky stiffens a little. “Are you going to find the bullet or just stare at me all night?” He says half joking, avoiding the question. “I think” you say before grabbing onto the bullet finally and pulling it out quickly. Bucky winces. “that you are avoiding the question” you finish. “You know me so well already!” He states pouring some alcohol over the wound, wincing again. “Here. Stay still.” You say ready to stitch it up. “You’ve really accepted the nurse role” he says smirking “I appreciate it.” He finished more seriously. You smile back. God he loved that smile. Get yourself together barnes, it’s just a pretty girl. “Wait you’re not actually a nurse are you?” He asks suspiciously.You laugh at the accusation. “No. I’m nothing.” Wow way to spill all you life problems in one depressing sentence y/n!! Ughhh why can’t I talk to men. Well when they look this good...”What do you mean?” He asks ignoring the pain of your amateur stitches. Definitely not a nurse...“I just meant I haven’t decided what I am going to do, or be yet...thats all” you give him a weak smile and he nods in understanding. “You want me to do the others?” You point to his stab wounds. casual. “Uh sure, if you dont mind. Thanks” You nod again and begin working. You sit in silence for a bit before something occurs to Bucky. He didn’t kill that solider...they’ll be looking for him...and he may have led them right here to you. You feel Bucky tense and he begins to look around. “Whats wrong?” You ask suddenly nervous again. Wait when did you stop being nervous? “Nothing” he said quickly. “Well sit still im almost done” you say and he nods. You finish the last stitch and sit up.

“There all done! I cannot believe I just did that” You begin to smile but it quickly fades as Bucky immediately stands up and puts his shirt back on. A confused look grows on your face which quickly turns to fear as Bucky starts pulling out your kitchen knives and shoving them in his belt. He grabs your hand and starts to drag you upstairs “come with me”. You follow.

Once upstairs he looks around before opening the closet door. “Uhhh what are you doing” you say ignoring the feeling you get when he grabs your hips and moves you into the closet. “They must have followed me. Stay in here and don’t make a noise. Dont leave until I come get you.” You stare at him waiting for your brain to catch up. “Do you understand? Not a word.” You nod slowly. “You will be okay. I won’t let anyone hurt you I promise.” He turns to leave then pauses. “Im Bucky by the way.” “Y/n” you reply weakly. With that he smiles then closes the door and you hear his footsteps walk back downstairs. You sit in silence the only noise being your heavy breaths for a few minutes before you hear glass smash. Bucky takes in his surroundings, five agents, all heavily armed but no super solider. That can’t be good. He takes them down one by one with ease mentally apologizing for everything he’s breaking in your home. Once the last agent is down he steps outside and listens for more. He can hear them every so slightly which means they can’t be more than a mile away. He needs to get you out of there, you’re sitting ducks.

He runs back inside and grabs your car keys before heading upstairs to retrieve you. He swings open the closet door and you let out a scream and start kicking. “Hey hey its me!” You look up and realize your safe. “Sorry...wh-what happened?” “We need to leave. I got your keys, leave everything here, stay behind me” You get up slowly and nod sticking closely behind him. He walks slowly and quietly down the stairs then pauses. Oh fu- Buckys thoughts get cut off as he ducks to avoid the super soldiers hand swinging at his head. Ho. Ly. Shit. You think watching Bucky expertly fight what looks like a man but appears to have the strength of an elephant. You hide behind a wall peering around to watch when it hits you. Super strong men...bullets...bucky...im in an airbnb with the winter soldier. The realization hits you like a truck and you turn around stunned. You catch your breath and begin to watch again. Fear settles in all over when you see the soldier choking the life out of Bucky. Without thinking you grab a knife from the floor run over and stab him in the back. The soldier loosens his grip just enough for Bucky to break free and snaps the guys neck before he has a chance to grab you. “Thanks...” he huffs out holding his neck “we have to move” He grabs your arm and takes you out to the car. You both get inside and Bucky just starts driving.

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The drive is mostly silence as you try and process what is happening and Bucky tries to figure out what to say. “You don’t have a phone on you do you?” He asks. “No..uh you told me not to grab anything” “Right” More silence. I have to say something Bucky decides. “I’m sorry for dragging you into this. I wasn’t thinking straight and I-“ “You’re the winter soldier aren’t you?” You cut him off. Oh god. Bucky thought this couldn’t get worse, she called me the winter soldier, shes afraid. “I am- or was” He doesn’t know how else to say it without going off. You sit there for a minute in silence. “Ok” is all you say. Bucky looks at you in surprise. “Ok?” “Yeah, ok” you repeat. With that you shift in your seat and nod off. Ok...Bucky repeats this over and over in his head as he drives back to the compound.

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“So..they’re going to be angry with me...just as a heads up.” Bucky says to you as you arrive at the compound. “What? Aren’t you the one who is injured and missing?” “Well, yes, but it’s my fault. I was reckless and I put everyone in danger. Including you. Im sorry.” Bucky suddenly felt even more guilty in remembering that you were now dragged into this too. “It’s okay, honestly, I’m just glad your okay” you said with a smile. It was true. Yes, you were scared shitless at the time but you’re not going to pretend you weren’t psyched to have met Bucky and soon the avengers! Plus..you were going stir crazy in that cabin... oh the cabin...there goes my deposit. Bucky smiled back and got out of the car. You followed him all the way through the front doors to the elevator and down the hall admiring the building around you. This is a Stark building all right...

Bucky slowed and you could hear the avengers in on the other side of the door discussing. He steps inside and stops. “Hey guys” they all whip their heads around to stare at Bucky. Smooth. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME? YOU IDIOT!” You hear a female voice. They all proceed to start yelling at him over one another. “Guys....guys...GUYS” Bucky yells finally prompting them to stop. He steps aside and you figure thats your cue so you enter the room. “Hello” you say awkwardly waving to everyone. They all stare at you then back at him. “Who is this?” Tony friggen stark asks Bucky. “When I escaped i was injured and I came across her house. She stitched me up but they followed me so we took her car and well... here we are!” “Buck, we went in to get you and you weren’t there. What happened?” Oh my goddddd captain america!!!! Neutral face y/n, neutral face, be cool. “I broke out about 30 minutes after I was...taken in... but they had a super soldier of their own. Barely got out of there with a bullet hole and two stab wounds.” Bucky says nonchalantly. Your eyes widen at the implications of his story. For some reason your brain forgot something happened before he showed up at your door. Dude was shot and stabbed twice! What the fuck! “And you coincidentally live up in a cabin in the woods alone near a hydra base?” Tony says to you receiving a glare from Bucky. “Wha- hydra base?- no, I rented that cabin, its an airbnb, I was just staying there for a few months” you say, looking around for confirmation that they believe you. They look at each other skeptically. “She stabbed the super soldier to save me- do I really have to say this?” Bucky tries to defend you. “Hey, look, I should just go home, I don’t mean to cause any trouble” you say suddenly feeling how tired you were. “I’m sorry, but they might have seen you, I can’t let you go home until this is cleared up.” Bucky says sympathetically. Your eyes widen at this statement. You look around at the other faces and your fears are confirmed. “He’s right. We need to figure out what their plan is...and no offence..but who you are.” Steve says earning another glare from bucky. You think about this for a moment. I guess I would be skeptical too... plus staying here wouldn’t be so bad...“Alright. Fair enough.” You say shrugging. Buckys face looks surprised but then relieved. In fact they all look relieved.“Well all right sergeant, show the lady to her room” Tony says grinning at Bucky. With that you follow Bucky through the building.

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When you and Bucky finally reach your new room you can tell he wants to say something. “Im so so-“ “thanks f-“ You both speak at the same time. “You first” you say, giggling.Buckys heart clenches at the sound. ”Look, im just really sorry about all of this, I don’t know how to make it up to you.” You can see the guilt on his face. You want to wipe it away with your hands..mouth... god y/n, you sad little daydreamer. “Really truly, its okay. If it were to be anyone I’m glad its me, I was literally in the middle of doing nothing” you say laughing. “But I know how you can make it up to me” you say smiling. “How, anything” he says, face lighting up, not letting his mind go to the places her statement suggested. My first choice would be to for you to push me up against this door and make out with me buuuut... “give me a tour of this place tomorrow?” You say, the confidence of your subconscious not quite reaching your mouth. “Deal” he says nodding. His eyes linger over you for too long before he notices you stifling a yawn. “Sorry, youve had a long night, I’ll let you sleep. See you tomorrow.” “Tomorrow” you say smiling as he leaves the room. Left alone in this strange place, your thoughts swirl on only one thing, or should you say only one man.

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