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queenof-curses · 1 year ago

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req: omg no bc imagine ur at a family cookout w ur bf (toji) and it’s like his first time meeting ur family, it’s summer time (sundress szn 🌚), and the dress ur wearing is just doing it for him fr and y’all fuck in the bathroom or smthing 😭

Hi Anon! Let's ignore the fact that I finally finished this request MONTHS later 😅Anyways... Here it is!

Meeting the Family

Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Summary: You bring Toji over to meet the family. What happens when his mind can't stop wandering to the fact that you decided to wear the prettiest little sundress that he's ever seen?

Notes: Toji is in his early 40's and reader is meant to be in her mid to late 20's!

Tags: MINORS DNI!!!!! Explicit in all ways, dirty talk, age gap, breeding(?), oral (fem rec.), PinV, unprotected s*x, Daddy K!nk.

Word count: 2.1k (I kind of went crazy with this one)

He knew what your family truly thought of him.

He could see it- the judgmental eyes masked by a tight smile. Your mothers kind words that were somehow tight lipped… he knew exactly what they thought of him.

Toji, a man pushing 40- dating you. You, who was so young and full of life. You had dreams and aspirations; Toji had a divorce. He could tell the age gap was going to be a problem as soon as he walked into this family BBQ.

You however, were completely blind to it. If you knew what was going on, or could read the uncomfortable vibe at the party, he could not tell. And he loved you all the more for that. Toji had decided that if it did not bother you, that he wouldn’t let it show that it bothered him.

It was the least he could do. After all, the longer he spent at this family outing, the longer he could stare at the little sundress that you decided to wear today.

God- you were so fucking hot, he thought. The pink and orange patterns on the dress made you look as beautiful as the sunset. It made his mouth water as he eyed the way your tits were pushed up by the bodice of the dress, the straps thin enough to tease the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

“What was that babe?” You turned to look at him, currently standing next to you as you both filled your plates with food.

He coughed to cover, but all it did was earn your suspicious eye. “Nothing babe, food looks good.” was his excuse.

“Mhmm..” you said before returning to your conversation with a cousin.

Toji shifted his weight from side to side, pretending to listen to your aunt rant about her latest cruise excursion. He couldn't give less of a shit, and ended up letting his mind wander back to your outfit choice of the night…

–

About two hours passed, your meals finished long ago and the entire family sat gathered around the bonfire out in the backyard. Dad rock blasted over the speakers, almost loud enough that conversation had to be shouted to one another. Activities were just getting started, and the crowd seemed to be livelier than ever.

“We’re drinkers on this side of the family,” you lean in and tell him. You noticed his hesitation to grab a third beer earlier, knowing deep down that your family would think he was weird if he HADN’T drank.

His scar stretched across his lips as he smirked down at you. “Oh yeah?” he taunted. “Think I can out drink any of these old geezers?”

You laugh at this comment, “Babe I hate to break it to you- but YOU are an old geezer.” Your hand finds his chest, patting him over his black shirt.

Toji scoffs before commenting, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Old? Nah- you wouldn’t let some old geezer bend you over the kitchen table last night while you cried ‘Daddy! Daddy!’ huh?”

“Toji!” You cry out, punching him in the arm. “Anyone could’ve heard you…”

He chuckles, “Not a chance Sweetheart, look around… everyone is wasted.”

His comment makes you laugh. It was true- your family wasn’t well off, but they sure knew how to party.

It was then your mother noticed the two of you laughing, the white wine making her feel confident to approach you.

“OH HONEY!” she cries, loud enough to wake the neighbors. “Why don’t you give Toji a tour of the house! I’m sure he’ll LOVE seeing your cute little baby pictures…”

“Mom- please st-”

“I’d love to have a tour!” Toji interrupts, his grin stretching from ear to ear. “I’m sure my girl was just as precious as she is now.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, an action unnoticed by your intoxicated mother.

“Yeah, yeah- I’ll give him the grand tour…” You take his hand in yours, dragging the much larger man back towards the house as your mother waved you off.

–

His eyes were glued to your ass as you led him throughout the house. It wasn’t a long tour, but by the time you two made it to the second floor his jaw was practically on the floor. Watching you climb up the stairs in that little sundress had his cock hard and his balls achy.

At a certain point, Toji accepted defeat at the fact that he couldn’t wait until the two of you got home. Who knows how long you wanted to stay. Was he really about to risk getting caught by your family?

One more look at the way your breasts swelled inside the dress determined his answer.

Of fucking course I’m gonna risk it, he thought.

He waited until the right moment; you were showing him the bedroom you grew up in. Thankfully, he was able to lock the door after you walked in without you noticing.

“You got a private bathroom in your room? Damn- you sure you aren’t loaded?” He teased you, walking towards the large doorway.

“It isn’t much Toji,” you tell him, rolling your eyes and following close behind.

What you didn’t expect is for him to pull you completely into the bathroom, shutting the door and shoving your body against it. He locked your hands behind your back, making you unable to move against him as your face pressed into the cool wood.

You could feel it there- his hard on rubbing against your behind, his hips slowly hiking up the skirt of your dress inch by inch as he rutted against you. Your chest heaved, the surprising situation turning you on immediately. So what do you do? Well, you decide to taunt the beast…

“What? Couldn’t make it home, Daddy?” You ask as you push your ass against his front, rubbing yourself up and down his clothed shaft. The grin on your face was similar to that of a cat, and it made him want to corrupt you all the more.

“Don’t even fucking tease me, Sweetheart- I’m harder than a rock and ready to tear that little dress off your tight body.” He groaned into your ear.

Using his free hand he pushed your hair to the side, exposing your neck and immediately bringing his mouth to your heated skin, leaving a trail of love bites towards your ear. He moaned into you, soaking in the scent of bonfire and arousal as he shifted himself behind you even more.

You couldn’t move your hands, wanting to touch him just as much as he was touching you.

“Toji I-“ you start, but he was quick to cut you off.

“Shhh sweetheart, let me take care of you.”

He kept his grip tight on your hands, forcing you in place as he kneeled behind you. “That’s right princess, keep your ass out just like that.”

Quick to shove the fabric of your dress up, he hikes the hem above your ass and uses your restrained hands to hold it in place. Not waiting any longer, Toji didn’t even admire your panty choice before tearing it down to your knees and sinking his face into your cunt.

“Oh- god!” You cry out, pushing the softness of your behind further into his face. You could feel the way his tongue worked your folds, spit mixing with your arousal as he shoved himself into your opening.

He removes himself briefly, but only to tell you how delicious you tasted. “You’re my favorite flavor sweetheart.” Before diving back in.

Toji used the thumb of his freehand, quickly finding your little button and softly tapping it as he devoured you whole. The quick licks and twirling of your clit was quickly going to send you over as your back arched into his touch.

“Daddy- fuuuuuuuuck, I-I’m gonna cum!” You warn him.

“Do it princess- do it on my fucking face.” He goads you, wanting to taste your sweet release.

It wasn’t long before his tongue prodded your cunt just right as you cum hard on face, whimpering as he kitten licks the mess you’ve made on yourself. Stars danced across your vision as your orgasm rips through you, blanketing you in bliss as he massages the fat of your ass.

“Fuuuuuck!” You cry out, attempting to move away from his touch, but his iron grip keeps you in place.

“Ah- that’s my girl, so fucking beautiful…”

You take in his words as you slump further into the back of the door, your mind spinning as you try to wrap around the fact that your family was just outside the house…

“Mmm Toji…. Don’t you think we should be more careful- oh!!”

Your words cut off quickly as you feel the blunt tip of his cock rub your wet folds. In your haze, you hadn’t heard him unbuckle his pants, but as your neck craned to peak back at him- you look back at the monster you created.

Toji was beyond disheveled… his face was heated and his eyes were feral as his gaze bore into your own. He didn’t even take his pants off all the way, but just pulled out his member that he currently fisted behind you.

His cock was hard, the tip leaking precum as he ran the head up and down your puffy folds. You knew at that point there was no convincing the man otherwise- he was going to fuck you with reckless abandon.

One whimper slipping from your lips is all it took, as the older man buried himself deep into your cunt in one swift motion. His heavy balls slapped your swollen clit as he set a hard and fast pace.

You cried out at the intrusion, and Toji was quick to remove his hands from your back and bring one to your mouth. Your muffled cries quickly filled his palm as you screamed at the sheer girth of his length. His other rested on the swell of your hip, squeezing tight and no doubt leaving bruises in the shape of his fingertips.

“Fuck princesss- you’re so goddamn pretty in that little fucking dress, it makes me want to fuck you up, put a little baby inside you. Everyone will know- you’re fucking mine.”

His words were as unhinged as the thrusts of his hips. He cock filled you deliciously, the thickness of him stretching you wide as he slammed into you repeatedly.

Toji rocked against your body, forcing you to bring your hands up to brace yourself for his movements.

“Fuck- Daddy, you feel so fucking amazing…” you tell him, only making his groan deep into your ear.

He was erratic, fucking you as if his life depended on it. Beads of sweat dripped from his temple as he focused on the only thing he could think of: filling you up.

“Want me to cum in ya, baby? I’ll fill you up real nice- fuck a baby into your sweet cunt.”

He was filthy; but you’ll damned if that didn’t turn you on more. He grinned as he felt the way your cunt clenched tight at his words.

“Oh? You like that baby? Then I’ll fuck you up real nice…” He said between thrusts.

“Ohhh, please- yes!” You cried, practically begging him to finish inside.

The angle of his hips hit just right, your second orgasm hitting you like a freight train as you squeeze the girth of his cock tight.

“Fuuuuuck- that’s it, such a good girl- milk my cock Princess.”

You rock your hips against him more, and with one final thrust, Toji buries himself balls deep inside of you. You can practically feel him in your womb as he empties his load into you- the heat of his filling you up deep within, it makes you cry tears of bliss as he stills inside of you.

“Shhhh, it’s okay baby- I got you.” He says as he pulls out. “Daddy’s got you…”

Toji was quick to catch your tired body before you collapsed. He brought the two of you to the bathroom floor, shifting you so that he was sitting against the door with your body cradled within his.

Both of you were sweaty, covered in slick and cum, and currently catching your breaths. You look up at him and lock eyes, both of you sharing a huffed laugh as you process what just happened.

“I hope they haven't noticed how long we’ve been gone…” he tells you, reaching out to swipe away your smeared mascara with a thumb.

You smile before answering. “Nah… mom was wasted before we even came up here.”

As if on cue you hear cheers from the yard just beyond the bathroom window.

“Who wants s’mores?!!!” Your mom screams.

And you both laugh.

Thank you for reading! All notes/reblogs/comments/likes are appreciated besties!!!

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photo1030 · 10 months ago

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Pls do a fic or smthing where readers old guy friend finds her and they reconnect and they’re both crying and Arthur is like who is this and reader is like he’s my closest friend from home I haven’t seen him in ages and Arthur is all jealous kinda

Hi, Kids!

So sorry for the wait. Life has been busy, but I've been plugging away on this one. Thank you so much for this "ask"! This was actually an idea that I had for my regular "Arthur x reader" fic, so I was happy to oblige. I wrote this to coincide with my reg fic and I decided to go more angsty than smutty for this one, so I hope that is OK for the Anon who asked.

**Special thanks to @readingcoco for beta-reading for me. Your help was priceless.

LEATHER AND LACE - SAY HELLO TO AN OLD FRIEND

Summary: Arthur is none too pleased when you run into an old friend from your previous life.

*This is not my image. This belongs to Rafa on Pintrest. Beautiful work there.

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Tagging: @daisybvck

The banging of an anvil echoes heavily in your ears, the deafening ringing thumping in your brain. You and Arthur have wandered into the busy town of Cripple Creek to see the local farrier. You have spent the last day hunting and while coming down through the valley pass, your horse, Blue, had thrown a shoe. Never one to neglect your horse, you insisted Arthur take you into the closest town to get him some attention immediately.

Now, Arthur is a firm believer in taking proper care of one’s horse, as a man’s horse means his survival. But the way you fuss over this spoiled animal as if he were your child causes Arthur to just chuckle and shake his head at you.

Coming out of the farrier’s building, you shield the sun from your eyes as you look around at the townspeople. The area seems pleasant enough. It is a depot location for one of the railroad lines, so there is a lot of traffic. People are coming and going, always in a hurry to go somewhere or nowhere. But always in a hurry to get there all the same.

You passed several pungent livestock farms on the way here, but now you can inhale deeply, enjoying the fresh air being pulled into your lungs. A slight breeze kicks up, lifting the soft tendrils of hair that frame your face to sway gently in its wake.

Arthur looks over as he lights his cigarette, amused at how your eyes roll closed and your whole body relaxes in a rare moment of peace and quiet. He really should get you out of that camp more often. Maybe he’ll hold off a bit on returning home, and the two of you can spend some more time alone together.

You can feel the bulk of him leaning in closer to you as his gloved hand runs down your spine to land on the small of your back. “Well, what do ya think? Should we get a room for the night or just rut about in the woods like we usually do?”

Your lips pull into a smile at his suggestion, and when you open your eyes, you are met with Arthur’s twinkling suggestively at you. Your face immediately brightens as you turn your body into him, hands finding their way to his broad chest. Your fingertips play with the upturned collar of his faded black button-down shirt. Giggling with excitement at the idea, you push up onto your tiptoes, your nose flirtatiously inches from his. Arthur’s hands settle comfortably at your hips, his arms enfolding you.

“Y/N? Y/F&LN, is that you?”

A vaguely familiar voice distracts you from answering Arthur’s question, but you can’t quite place it. Turning your head in confusion, you search for the source, and suddenly, your eyes widen with recognition.

“Robert?” Your gaze lands on a tall, slender man making his way through the crowd towards you. He is well-dressed in a blue and gold brocade vest and has auburn hair neatly combed back. He’s sporting more facial hair than you remember, giving him a distinguished look. He’s a bit older now, but you’d recognize that wide, toothy smile anywhere. An unexpected shriek of excitement escapes your lips as your hands slip away from Arthur. “Robert!!”

Arthur stands there dumbfounded as he watches excitement overtake your whole body as you run into the waiting arms of this mystery man. Who in the hell is this person? And why did you just abandon Arthur to embrace him like that? You and this strange man hug each other tightly, laughing and smiling as if God himself had gifted you each other.

“I thought you were dead, Y/N!” the man exclaims, holding you at arm’s length so he can take a good look at you.

“I thought you went to Europe! I thought I’d never see you again!” you laugh incredulously. Shaking your head in wonder, you throw your arms around the man’s neck again.

Arthur stands quietly, eyebrows knitted together, lips pulled into a thin line. He doesn’t like this one bit. The only person he’s ever seen you this excited over is him. Arthur’s fingers tap impatiently along his belt where his hands sit idle, as he waits for you to finish this reunion. Eventually, he clears his throat to try to turn your attention back to him.

Finally remembering yourself, you turn towards Arthur. “Arthur, this is Robert, my best friend.” Arthur’s eye catches how your arm eagerly loops around the man’s elbow. “We knew each other as kids. We grew up together back east!” You continue to gush as you present your old friend to your current lover. “Robert, this is Arthur.” You motion to the mountain of a man standing to your right.

Robert’s face lights up as he boldly strides closer, extending his hand out to shake Arthur’s. “So nice to meet you, Arthur!” His voice chirps with bravado and swagger, instantly making Arthur’s skin crawl. When Arthur doesn’t reply with the same enthusiasm, Robert turns back to you, eyebrows raised with curiosity. “So, is this your…husband?”

A slight giggle comes from your lips at the suggestion. “No, we’re not married. But he is mine.” You smile proudly at Arthur, your hand reaching over and squeezing his. Arthur smiles down at you as his body drifts slightly closer to yours. His strong arm snakes around your waist until you rest protectively against him. When he sees you beaming at him, it sets him at ease a bit with this intruder and he tries to relax a little.

“Robert, is it? Well, Robert, looks like you and Y/N go way back, huh?” Arthur asks, trying not to come off as annoyed as he feels right now.

“Oh boy, do we. We used to get in all kinds of trouble together.” Robert waves his hand in emphasis, then reaches out to tap your arm. “Y/N, remember when we used to sneak out and stay up ‘til 3:00 in the morning?”

You cover your mouth in embarrassment. “God, if my father ever found out what we were up to, he’d have taken a belt to me for sure!” you roll your eyes.

Robert’s dark eyes fall upon you with a sweet and nostalgic look, one held with affection of a time long past. “Used to be you and me, spitting off the edge of the world, right?” He leans over to wrap his arm around your shoulders, pulling you away from Arthur and into his side.

You smile affectionately back at your friend, nodding in agreement. “That’s right. You and me.”

‘You and me’ - The phrase sticks in Arthur’s brain, a phrase you should only be using in reference to him… not some other random fella. His lip curls into a slight sneer of contempt, however, you are too caught up in the camaraderie with your friend to notice.

“We need to catch up! Come on, let’s get a drink and a bite to eat. I want to know everything that’s been going on with you since we last saw each other,” insists Robert, tugging on the sleeve of your white cotton tunic.

“Oh, yes!” You turn towards Arthur. “Can we, Arthur? We have time, don’t we?”

Right now, Arthur wants nothing more than to get you away from this man, this town and everyone else in the world. But he can’t say no to that wishful look on your face. He doesn’t have the heart to crush your hope. That has always been Arthur’s weakness: he can never say no to you.

“Fine, I guess we got some time to spare,” Arthur reluctantly agrees, trying to hide the disdain that threatens to break through his patient facade. You clasp your hands together, giving a little hop of excitement.

The three of you turn to head down the side of the street, with you and Robert chit-chatting incessantly the whole time. As you stroll along, Robert explains how he has become a lawyer and is traveling to California to take care of some estate affairs for a prominent family. He is just stopping for a layover in Cripple Creek to catch a connecting train.

Instead of going to a saloon, you reach a little restaurant along the main strip in town and head inside. Robert orders a bottle of the best liquor the bar has to offer, and you all sit around a table as he proceeds to tell you of all the gossip from back home.

Robert is so animated and full of life and fun, not caring at all about the judgmental looks of others as he loudly tells you anecdote after anecdote. But he’s always been like this. For as long as you’ve known him Robert doesn’t care what anyone thinks and therefore is free to do as he pleases. This is something that you have always loved about him and why you were such good friends when you were younger. He was a breath of fresh air in a stuffy upper-class world. And to be honest, you always had a bit of a crush on him, too.

“So, David and Clare got married, you know,” he smirks. Of course, Robert is referring to your ex-fiance who you were betrothed to, who, as it turned out, was sleeping with your friend the whole time.

“I figured as much,” you reply dismissively.

“Huge obnoxious wedding, of course.” Robert waves his hand with a flourish.

You huff out an unimpressed chuckle. “I figured as much,” you repeat again.

“Wasn’t even six months, and the rumors were flying about his infidelity.” Robert laughs at the absurdity of it. You roll your eyes and take a large swig from your glass. “You dodged a bullet there, my friend.” Robert gives you a wink.

Arthur has to stifle a snicker at the irony of the man’s choice of language.

“Probably should’ve just married you myself,” smiles Robert. The statement makes you blush a bit under Robert’s affectionate gaze. But it is a statement that sets Arthur on edge.

Arthur patiently pretends to listen as you and Robert continue to laugh and joke about old friends and the social scene you left behind, the pair of you growing more and more chummy, until eventually, you find yourself resting a hand on Robert's forearm as you speak. Arthur clenches his fist tightly under the table, his eyes staring at your fingers and watching as they absentmindedly dance along Robert’s arm. It is not intended to be a flirtatious move, as it is a mannerism that you often do when you are excited about what you are talking about. But it is an action that Arthur resents all the same right now.

You try your best to involve Arthur in the conversation but to be frank, you are discussing people and places that he has no frame of reference for. The only thing that does pique his interest is the way Robert keeps referring to you. That certainly has Arthur's attention. But he has to be careful. He can see how happy you are and doesn't want his temper to burst your little bubble. However, if he had his way, he would be grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you to the closest hotel to make you forget your own name, let alone another man's.

Arthur hates that you have this “other language” and bond with someone who is not only outside the gang, but outside his class altogether. He’d forgotten where you came from and what you’d given up to be with the Van Der Linde gang and him along with it. And this conversation with this ghost of your past only confirms it. Arthur tries not to glare at Robert as he takes in the man’s fine clothing and clean hands that have probably never seen a day of labor in his life.

The whole thing is a harsh reminder that Arthur may not only be holding you back in life but actually pushing you down.

“So,” Robert finally turns his attention away from you, ”What do you do for a living, Art?” Robert asks innocently.

The very sound of Robert’s voice makes Arthur bristle. “The name…is Arthur,” he grits out. “And it’s none of your damn business what I do.” At this point, Arthur wants nothing more than to plant his massive fist in this pompous fool’s face.

You instantly pick up on Arthur’s annoyance. You can see his steel blue eyes set hard as his fist clenches around the glass in his hand. Arthur’s head tilts slightly to the side as he watches Robert, and you know from experience that he is measuring the man up. Robert is only being nice, ever the extravert, but he has no idea what sort of man is sitting across from him.

“Easy now, Arthur,” you chuckle nervously as you pat his burly forearm. “Robert is only asking out of curiosity.” Arthur shoots you a look that you can’t quite place. “Arthur does a little bit of everything,” you quickly answer Robert to avoid further awkwardness. “He’s done bounty work, loan collecting, things like that.”

“Interesting,” muses Robert.

“Well, I’d rather be an honest sinner than a lying hypocrite,” asserts Arthur as he levels his gaze across the table at Robert.

“I assume you work with horses quite a bit, too, then?” Robert pushes as his eyes roam up and down over Arthur.

“I do.”

“Figured as much. You seem pretty ‘rough and rugged’ like the cowboys we read about back in the city.” Arthur’s eyebrows knit as his mouth turns into a slight frown. “Oh, I don’t mean anything by it, friend! You look fantastic!” Robert insists. “In fact, I couldn’t be happier for Y/N. Looks like she’s got herself a real man. Those sniveling, uppity simpletons back home were never her type.”

“And I assume you are?” Arthur asks. This causes you to look at him questioningly.

“Me? Oh, no. We were never like that.” Robert waves the comment off, not reading the underlying meaning of Arthur’s question.

“He’s right. Being married to Robert would be like being married to a puppy,” you joke, trying to lighten the ominous mood that Robert is thankfully oblivious to.

“True. But, you have to admit, we would have made quite the pair, wouldn’t we?” Robert leans over and nudges you in the side with that wide smile of his again.

Arthur roughly grabs his glass of whiskey and throws it back, the bitter liquor hitting his throat, before he slams the glass down onto the table.

“What are you gettin’ at, there, Robert? Hmm? You think Y/N would be better off with you than me? Is that it?” The icy stare that Arthur throws at Robert is cold enough to frost the windows of the room. His chiseled jaw sets tightly, his body tense as if about to explode. Your stomach drops as you realize that Robert has indeed crossed a line with Arthur, whether he has intended to or not. And you find yourself at an impasse: do you stand by your man, or do you defend your oldest and dearest friend?

Finally, seeing that Arthur is not amused by his antics, Robert takes the hint and clears his throat nervously. “Well, it has been so wonderful to catch up with you, Y/N!” He stands up from the table and adjusts his vest, running his hand over his hair to make sure everything is still in its place. You and Arthur stand as well in anticipation of the farewell. You are reluctant to say goodbye to your friend, and Arthur is anxious to leave.

The three of you silently file out of the little restaurant together and onto the busy sidewalk.

“I truly hope we can do this again sometime soon, Y/N. Maybe if I swing through these parts again, I’ll reach out.” Robert says hopefully.

“I’d like that, Robert. Please do.” You affectionately place your hand on his arm. “I’ve missed you quite a bit since I’ve been out here.” You give each other a tight hug, one that lasts a bit longer than Arthur’s liking. But then again, Arthur doesn’t like anyone touching you for any reason.

“Arthur, it was a pleasure to meet you.” Robert smiles and sticks his arm out to shake Arthur’s hand again, which he reluctantly does. Arthur’s large hand dwarfs Robert’s as it clamps down extra hard. “Take good care of our girl, yes?”

“Sure,” Arthur deadpans. “Our girl.”

Robert gives you both an awkward smile and turns to head back down the street towards the train depot. Your eyes follow him as your chest feels heavy at having to say goodbye to a part of your past.

When you turn back to Arthur to thank him for his patience, you are met with his hard face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he snaps.

Sighing in exasperation, you cross your arms over your chest. “Don’t give me that.” You knew this argument was coming.

“Just that you seem awfully close with that Robert fella.” The contempt in Arthur’s voice is not lost on you.

“Well, yeah, he’s my best friend.”

Arthur’s jaw clenches just a bit more at your answer. “Uh-huh.”

Your head tilts slightly to the side, eyes narrowing as you study him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Like I said, you two seem awfully close.” His voice drops low and slow, almost spitting out the words like a spoiled piece of meat.

“That’s because we are. He was the only true friend I had, Arthur.” You shuffle your weight from hip to hip, becoming increasingly uncomfortable under Arthur’s scrutiny. You suddenly feel like one of his marks.

“Uh-huh.” Arthur’s simple responses quickly escalates your annoyance as you watch him pull a cigarette out of his pocket, striking the match on the nearby building with enough force that the wooden stick almost snaps between his fingertips.

“Oh my God, are you jealous?” you ask, disturbed at the turn in the conversation.

“Nope.” Dipping his head down, his eyes are hidden by his dusty, worn hat as his fingers bring the cigarette back up to his lips.

“No?”

“Alright, maybe I am,” he suddenly spins on you, face turning crimson. “Maybe I don’t like how excited you get to see another man. Maybe I don’t like you all laughing and smiling at someone else.”

Your heart begins to pound in your ears, taken aback by his surge of anger. “Arthur-”

“Don’t!” he barks at you. “Just…don’t! I can’t compete with that, and you know it!” He points his finger accusingly at you.

“Arthur, I'm not asking you to compete with anyone! In fact, there’s a reason why I left all that behind.” You step towards him, arms raised to embrace him, but he blocks your hands with his own.

“Save it!” And he storms off, leaving you standing there on the sidewalk. Butterflies swirl in your stomach, leaving you queasy. A storm of guilt, frustration, and yes even anger, rages inside your chest. You wrap your arms around yourself as you try to make sense of what just happened.

“Damn it, Arthur,” you mutter.

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Rather than chase after him, you decide to leave Arthur be and give him time to cool off. There’s no talking to him when he gets like this, as it usually escalates into a fight if you push it. You feel awful for making him feel bad, as you are well aware of how self-conscious he is. But then again, what about your feelings? You have every right to visit with an old friend and a dear one at that. Yes, you know how it looks. You and Robert always did have a special bond that bordered on the flirtatious side. But you love Arthur. And he knows that. You love him with a depth that could swallow the stars. And you are getting tired of having to constantly prove that to him.

After an hour of wandering the local shops to stall for time, you decide to find Arthur, knowing exactly where you’ll find him. Your boot heels click along the worn floorboard of the porch outside of the saloon. You can hear the chatter and piano music coming from inside. You look through the window, eyes searching for your target. Between the small sea of dusty hats and hulking shoulders, you catch sight of that familiar form that you seek.

Walking into the building, your hands roll over each other, fingers intertwining, as you take a shaky breath when you approach Arthur at the bar. You glide onto the stool beside him, fidgeting slightly to get comfortable. He sits quietly, still brooding with a menacing vibe radiating off of him. You motion to the bartender, who walks over when he catches your eye. “What’ll it be, Miss?”

“A beer, please.”

“Comin’ right up”. It only takes a minute for him to grab a bottle and set it next to the coin you’ve already placed for him. His thick, ready fingers pick it up off the bar top with a pleasant nod of approval as he sets about his previous task.

You spin the bottle between your fingertips, looking at Arthur from the corner of your eye. “So, are we going to talk about this?”

He continues to sulk quietly, lifting a shot of whiskey to his lips and downing it in one. His jaw clenches at the sting of the cheap liquor, but he promptly pours another shot into the diminutive glass, the bottle half empty at this point.

“Alright, fine.” You take a swig of your beer.

“Where’s your ‘friend’?” Arthur grunts without even looking at you.

“Robert is about to get on a train.”

“Mmhmm”.

“Arthur-”

“Alright, look, I’m sorry,” he interupts, slicing his hand through the air as if to end the argument right here. “Please don’t make a big deal outta this.”

“What were you worried about? That I’d run off with Robert?”

“Wouldn’t you?” he blurts out bitterly.

“You can’t be serious?” Your face twists up in shock. He only answers you with a snort of derision. “Arthur, I was excited to see an old friend. That’s all,” you stress emphatically. “You have to remember, I am surrounded by your people, your family, all of the time. This is the first time I’ve seen someone from my previous life.” Your tone unwittingly begins to take on one of annoyance as you try to plead your case. But it is an argument that is falling on deaf and angry ears.

“I’m sorry, I thought the gang was ‘your people’, too,” he bites back. Arthur can be a reasonable man until he is provoked, and then reason doesn’t factor in at all.

“Well, they are,” you backpedal sheepishly at his harshness. Your gaze falters to land on the bottle in your hands before attempting to meet Arthur’s again. “But you know what I mean. You can’t be angry because I was happy to see someone from my life that, heaven forbid, didn’t involve the Van der Linde gang.”

Artur just pouts in silence. You are getting really irritated at this point, but trying to remain calm and not cause a scene.

“So you’d just let me run away with Robert rather than talk to me and ask me to stay with you? Is that it?” you huff.

“Couldn't help but notice how excited you were to hear about everything back home. Almost like you miss it. Pretty damn clear after your little visit today that you don’t even belong here. Maybe you should.” And another shot gets poured into the glass.

Damn it, and there it is. The thing that always seems to be present in your relationship: the idea that you still don’t belong, even after all this time and everything that you’ve done. Arthur still doesn’t see you as “one of them”. And it is a sting that doesn’t sit well with you at all.

Your eyes begin to well up as you try to fight the lump forming in your throat. ”I can’t believe you just said that to me.” Your lips tremble slightly with emotion, a mix of betrayal and anger swirling and bubbling up inside you like one of Pearson’s stews.

The very insinuation is hurtful to you. You have turned your life upside down for the gang and for him. And yet, it seems it will never be enough. It’s as if you are being punished for having a decent life before you were thrust into this new one. You didn’t fit into society back east, and it seems you still don’t fit here either.

“Stop with the theatrics. I ain’t in a mood for it.” Arthur slings back another shot of whiskey.

“You really are an ass sometimes, Arthur,” you stammer in disappointment.

He immediately slams his shot glass down on the bar, shattering it. The action startles you, your eyes shooting wide open. Arthur finally turns to face you now, his eyes burning into you so intensely that it causes you to cringe. You know damn well that you’re not perfect. But, it always made you feel special that Arthur seemed to think so. But the look he’s giving you right now is plain enough for you to know that he no longer believes it.

And the wounded expression on your face enrages Arthur even more. The sight of you cowering like a lamb to slaughter because of his anger is too much. He’s furious at the everything right now: you, Robert, this town, and more importantly, himself. He grabs the whiskey bottle on the counter and whips it at the wall, sending shards of glass flying into the thick smokey air to rain down onto the immediate vicinity.

With your breath shaking, you slowly stand and back away from him. For the first time ever…you are afraid of him.

The tumultuous noise alerts the bartender, who promptly yells at Arthur. “Hey, watch it! You gotta problem, you take it outside! Don’t be causing a ruckus around here!” He shoves his thick, meaty finger towards the doors.

“Mind your own goddamn business ‘fore I give you a problem!” Arthur shouts back, now standing as well, leveling his gaze at the bartender.

With Arthur distracted by the barkeep, you turn and push your way through the now-curious crowd and make a dash for the door.

Your feet clumsily carry you down the steps as you sprint into the street, eyes watering and hands trembling from anger.

“Hey! Hey! (Y/N)!” It doesn’t take long before you hear Arthur’s gravelly voice hollering down the street for you.

“Leave me alone, Arthur!” you shout over your shoulder, not even bothering to turn around. Tears of anger are dangerously close to flowing as you walk even faster, your arms pumping back and forth to propel you further down the road. But Arthur is quick to catch up to you with his long strides.

“Where you goin’?” You can hear him quickly stalking up behind you, his spurs jingling heavily in the dirt of the street.

“Doesn’t matter, right? I don’t belong here, remember?” You throw his words back into his face with such a biting tone. “Maybe I’ll see if there’s a seat next to Robert on the damn train!”

“Like hell you will!” Arthur yanks on your arm, his grip painful like a vice, spinning you around.

But before you can even think clearly, your hand flies as if of its own accord, and you hear the sharp smack land across his cheek, cracking in the air before you feel the sting against your delicate hand. Arthur’s head snaps to the side from the strike, his eyes twisted shut from the impact.

Gasping, your eyes shoot open in shock as your hands immediately cover your mouth. You stand there, silent and trembling. Your chest heaves with broken breathing and choked sobs as you take a few steps back from him. You hate him so much right now. Not because of what he’s said, although that is bad enough, but because he has pushed you to this point. You never, ever want to hurt him. Arthur is dearer to you than life itself. You had never imagined raising a hand or weapon to the man you so desperately love, and yet, he has pushed you, backed you into a corner, to do so.

“Oh…I’m sorry,” you utter, the sound barely a whisper. “I’m so sorry, Arthur.” Your eyes are glossy with unshed tears as your unwavering gaze never leaves his face, waiting with bated breath for his reaction. As you blink rapidly, a tear finally escapes your lower lash to cascade and roll over your hot cheek.

Arthur freezes before his gaze slowly turns back to you. But what he sees shocks him. The very sight of you in your heightened state almost breaks his heart in two. Shame coats his insides as he realizes his jealousy has gotten the best of him. And the pain and fear in your eyes is worse than any bullet to the gut, rocking him to his very core.

Arthur’s expression journeys from one of rage to shock to one of absolute remorse. He says nothing, which begins to terrify you even more. Arthur is known for his temper, even taking his frustrations out on you when needed. You pride yourself on the notion that Arthur may be difficult to handle but never for you. You have always been able to read him, to know his mind better than himself, which is why he relies on you so greatly. You set his world to right when it goes off-kilter. But now, you feel a great divide between you. You stare at him with no idea of what will happen next.

Arthur’s strong arms extend out towards you as a silent apology. But instead of falling into them, you shrink back from him. He halts immediately, turning his palms up in surrender. But slowly, he steps a bit closer to you. Arthur reaches out again, wrapping his hands carefully around your biceps. He can feel you tremble slightly under his fingertips.

Regret sits heavily upon his brow. You can see the self-reproach embedded into his eyes as he stares into yours, searching for forgiveness that he prays you’ll grant him.

Your eyes leave his face, a silent understanding settling between you as you focus on the buttons of his shirt, watching as his chest rises and falls with his calming breath.

With a deep sigh, he silently escorts you into the privacy of the immediate alley, gently pushing you back against the siding of the post office.

“You’re mine.” Arthur does not say this out of anger or possession. Nor has he faltered into a blubbering mess. He simply utters the statement as pure fact, no question.

“Am I?” you stammer. Your eyes lift to search his, looking for any doubt that may still linger.

“You sure as shit are.” Arthur’s voice is low but carries the loving undertone you always take refuge in as the slightest hint of a grin pulls at the corner of his mouth.

“Really? Ten minutes ago, you were ready to let me walk out that door. Told me that I shouldn’t be here.”

Arthur pulls his lips inward at the dismay in your quaking voice. “I shouldn’t ‘ve said that. That was me being a goddamn idiot. But, it is true, ya know. You don’t belong in that gang, Y/N. I keep tellin' ya you’re too good for it. You deserve the finer things in life, things like Robert can give ya.”

Your shoulders fall with a painful sigh as your eyes gently drift shut again. You are so tired of having this same conversation over and over again.

“But,” he continues, “I do want you there. I want you with me. I need you, Y/N. We need you. It’s selfish, I know.” His chin bobs slightly in acknowledgement. “God forgive me, but we do.”

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted, Arthur. I want to belong somewhere. And to someone.” You look at Arthur with an almost desperate expression on your face. Your whole life, you’ve been floating like a leaf in the wind, bobbing about with no particular place to land. You thought you had finally found your place, your home, with the Van Der Linde gang, no matter how unlikely it seemed. And when Arthur threw it back in your face, it was like being pushed off a cliff to free-fall backwards with no one to catch you.

He lifts his rough hand to cup your face, his thumb ghosting over your cheek. “I won’t ever let you go, Y/N. Not ever. Not even if someone else comes along.” Your eyes begin to flutter again as the feeling of his skin on yours reassures you. You wrap your own hands around his wrist, holding his hand in place as you lean your face into his warm palm.

“Arthur, I promise you, you have nothing to worry about. The way you make me feel when I look at you is why I could never look at another.” Your eyes sparkle brightly in earnest, the last of your tears rimmed along your lashes.

He only hesitates a moment before he pulls you close to him. He secures you safely against him where you belong, your chest pressed up against his as powerful arms coil around you to lock you in. Arthur lowers his face to nudge your nose with his before planting his lips to kiss you slow and deep, taking your breath away.

When his lips separate from yours, Arthur briefly rests his forehead on yours before pulling back to look into your face once more. His eyes are intense and reflect a deeper shade of blue than you’ve ever seen. A wolfish grin begins to emerge under that peppered beard stubble as his finger tucks a rogue strand of hair behind your ear.

“Like I said, Y/N, you…are…mine.”

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan rdr2 #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2 fanfic

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fragileruns · 1 year ago

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oops hehe sorry i got super excited i forgot to give a plot line!!! as for plot, could we get smthing where reader is the complete opposite of tangerine (shy, timid sweetheart) and yet he’s still so drawn to her so he starts to routinely visit the place she works at (book shop, cafe, wtvr u want) and she has a bf who’s not the best to her n takes advantage of her kindness and trust, so tangerine helps her n talks her thru standing up for herself and even teaches her self defense just in case. tan starts to fall for her more n more and sees her as smthing precious, and reader is so captivated by this sexy intelligent man. n then one day tan is chilling at the cafe drinking coffee and reading (basically guarding her bc he’s protective hehe) bc she decided she was gnna break up w her bf and then when said bf comes in and she tries to end things, he starts getting aggressive and causing a scene so then our sexy tan just steps in all casually and shuts him down real fast and then that’s when reader’s heart skips a beat bc she realizes she likes tan (and tan may actually like her too) and so tan kicks ex’s ass to the curb and then checks on reader and calls her his “little badass” since she used her self defense on her ex when he tried getting handsy with her.

basically just some cuteeeeee fluff with some witty banter and unrequited love at the beginning but watching it grow into smthing more <3 thank again love

hi! sorry this isn’t exactly what you wanted but i didn’t feel patient enough to make it into a long fic, and i didn’t want to trigger anyone by adding actual abuse in here so i switched it a bit! let me know if you want something redone but hopefully it’s still good

tangerine x reader. content warnings: mentions of violent tones & the guy pushes tan but that’s it, cussing, female!reader, i didn’t realize how off i had written this until it was almost done so i’m sorry please rerequest if you’d like me to retry!

Tangerine was currently sitting in his usual seat, one right to the side of the counter you were working at. It granted him the best possible view (you) as he drank small sips out of this coffee cup, ‘reading’ the book in front him. Really, he was much more focused on watching you work.

He had been here for well over two hours and usually, he would have forced himself to leave by now. There was only so long he could stay without causing suspicion. Even when it was you - poor, oblivious you who couldn’t seem to realize that the only reason he ever came in was to see you.

However, after finding out about your asshole of a boyfriend from eavesdropping on your conversation (you were standing right beside him on your break, and how was he meant to ignore the insults being thrown at you when they were so blatantly untrue?), he had decided to make a bold step and tell you that you needed to stand up for yourself. Ever since then, you seemed to continuously have new questions about how to go about it since.

You opened up to him once, just a few days ago, about how you wanted to leave your boyfriend, how you were tired of feeling torn apart everyday, but you were scared. He had never been directly violent to you, but he was a strong guy, and you weren’t sure how he would take it. You didn’t want to become a victim. So, Tangerine had quickly suggested doing it in a public place where there were more people around to make sure you were alright. When you still didn’t seem sure, he asked if it’d help if he was there. You said yes.

So, he was spending the day at the cafe, the both of you waiting for your boyfriend to walk through the doors. You were nervously glancing up everytime the bell rang, and Tangerine desperately wanted to rub soothing shapes onto your back and tell you it would be alright. But, sadly, it wasn’t his place to do so.

After another few minutes of rereading the same sentence, the man Tangerine recognized from the last time he saw him in the shop with you walked in. He seemed in a fairly okay mood, or at least, he showed no outward signs of being upset.

Tangerine was instantly more alert, noticing the way you sucked in a breath and told your coworker that you’d be going on break, and he watched both you and the man as discreetly as he could. He could vaguely hear the conversation going on, and nothing seemed wrong at first.

You had given the man what seemed like a sympathetic smile, and from the way you were moving your hands around while you spoke, and from the way the man’s expression shifted to one of anger, Tangerine could assume you had told him it was over. He didn’t move though, smart enough to know that going to be by your side wouldn’t help matters any, not until he saw your now ex-boyfriend’s eyes flash with something ugly, hand raising.

That was when he jumped up. Reasonably, he didn’t think the guy would do anything even slightly violent in such a public space, but he didn’t want to take the risk. He wedged himself in the space between the two of you, his back facing you as he reached a hand back to grab onto your arm.

“You alright, love?” He asked, head tilted slightly back to look at you as you nodded, though he could feel how tense you were.

“Who the hell are you?”

Tangerine finally turned to acknowledge the man in front of him at the question, and his face hardened from the soft expression he had with you.

“None of your business. You should really get away from ‘er, if you know what’s best.” You were still hiding behind him, eyes filling with concern as your boyfriend only got more angry.

“She’s my girlfriend. Our conversation doesn’t concern you.”

“Ex. Ex-girlfriend.” You finally spoke up, your voice still soft and timid despite the spite that your words held. Tangerine felt proud, and he squeezed your arm to show as much.

“See? The lady doesn’t seem to want you here, so why’re you still hanging around? Go on.”

“Stay out of this.” The man was only getting more riled up, nose flaring and stepping closer to Tangerine. Clearly, he didn’t know who he was talking to. The thought made Tan smirk slightly, but it made you (who vaguely knew of Tangerine’s strength and abilities from the stories he had told you, though he still changed them as much as he could as to not scare you off) shake in place.

As soon as your ex boyfriend tried to push Tangerine out from in front of you, failing at even making him budge, you reached out to grab your friend’s arm. You could feel the anger radiating off of him, and you didn’t want to cause a scene - or more of a scene - in your place of work. Luckily, the few customers that were there had mostly filed out onto the street and your co-worker only stood close by enough that she could break it apart if anything should happen.

“Tan, it’s okay. I can handle this,” you spoke in your sickly sweet voice, and that and the feeling of your tender grip on his arm was the only thing holding him back from throwing the man against the nearest wall.

“Can you just - please go? I’m not going to change my mind, and it’s not going to be good for either of us if you stick around. So just go. Please?” Your attention turned to the other man, less kindness in your eyes now, and he only scoffed with an eye roll.

“Whatever. You’re not worth this shit anyway.”

What an idiot. Tangerine thought as the man walked out, and he only calmed down once he was out of sight and he could turn to you.

“I was handling it, y’know. You didn’t have to come in all… you-like. I would’ve been okay,” you sighed and Tangerine would’ve thought you were upset with him if it wasn’t for the concern in your eyes and the fact that you were still holding onto his arm. He made sure not to draw attention to that, not wanting to risk you pulling away.

“You think I was going to even slightly risk him hurting you?” Tangerine questioned as if you were insane, using one hand to reach up and brush a stray hair out of your face, needing any excuse to touch you. “Are you okay? D’you want me to take you home or anything? I’m sure if you explain, they’ll let you clock out.” He threw a glance over to your co-worker, who was kindly pretending not to notice the almost disgusting lovefest that was going on between you two (not that either of you could really view it that way, since you had just become single.)

“Um - actually, yes. Please. I don’t want him to come back after you leave.”

“I wasn’t planning on leaving, but of course. Get your stuff, I’ll wait outside.” He gave you a small smile, squeezing your shoulder right before you walked off as he gathered his own things, and went to stand outside by his own car as he waited for you.

Once you come out, he turned to face you, frowning at the expression on your face. “You alright?”

“Yeah. I just - thank you. For intervening. I know I said I could handle it, but thanks anyway. You’re a good friend.”

“I’ll always protect you, love. You’re my favorite girl,” He grinned and stepped forward to press a kiss to the top of your head, reaching down to grab your bag and throw it over his shoulder.

“I’ve just never really had someone on my side like that, and it felt nice.” You admitted, appreciative that he chose to ignore the flush of your cheeks after his innocent kiss.

“Well, now you do. And, since we’re being honest here, I really wish you would stop telling me what a great friend I am.”

“What? Is that - I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you,” you rushed to apologize, even though you weren’t entirely sure what you were apologizing for. You were friends, right?

“No, don’t - I didn’t mean it for you to apologize. I mean, I like you. I thought that was obvious?” Tangerine seemed genuinely confused, as if everyone knew this fact, but you were almost jaw-dropped.

“It - uh, it wasn’t. You like me?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, choosing to open up the passenger door and gently set your bag in the floorboard to hide away from the rejection he was about to face. He was such a confident man, yet was reduced to nerves just by being around you. “Sorry, I just thought you knew. I didn’t mean to make this weird.”

“It’s not. I just didn’t know,” you say quietly, looking like you were off in another world as you thought over things. Was that connection you felt with him shared this whole time? Did the way your stomach fluttered around him mean you liked him, too?

“Do you still want me to give you a ride home? I can call you a taxi, if you don’t feel comfortable.”

“No, no - I’m sorry, I-” you shake your head quickly at his offer, reaching out to grab his arm and then dropping it like it’s burned you. “I think I like you, too.”

He grinned, then, and his head tilted slightly. “Think?”

“Yeah, I mean - I don’t think I want to be with anyone right now, seeing as I did just get out of a relationship with-”

“The most vile man alive?”

“A not great person.” You finished, and Tangerine only chuckled. “But, I do like you. And maybe, if you’re willing to wait a little while, we could… you know. Be more than friends.”

Tangerine looked down right merry, and when his hand reached up to cup one side of your face, you leaned into the warmth almost embarrassingly fast.

“I would love to be more than friends with you. But, by the way. We’re going to have to talk about you having more of a back bone. Like - all those please go’s to him? Babe, I know how much of a fucking badass you are, you should’ve kneed him in the sack.”

“Maybe next time.”

#tangerine x you #tangerine x reader #tangerine #tangerine x y/n #tangerine fic #tangerine fluff #tangerine fanfiction #tangerine blurb #tangerine drabble

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minniepetals · 1 year ago

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long msg (maybe?):

AHHHH so glad cmar is back 😭😭 been baking all day for family and cfriends so i wasnt able to see ur post abt its release AND when u released cmar💔 j so glad ur back and cmar is back🩷 cmar has me feeling so many emotions but ngl sometimes i also feel a little desensitized from reading sm angst in cmar😭(?)

alexander reminds me sm of my grandpa, he gives off such a warm vibe. A little prediction for alexander: i think hes the man standing behind karl ( hope m not wring and got the context clues right bc this would be v embarrassing rn😅) if oc acc kills karl right then and there or hurts him, alexander wouldnt say a thing and would have trusted him right there that he would do anything to her (if theres a plot twist and u acc make him hate oc i will be crying !!).

and if so !! i imagine oc going back to korea barely scathed and would take alexander’s adivce and get a dog. i would see her get a cutesy little puppy maybe to heal her inner child (like she gives in a little to her past self and lets go a bit j as alexander says) and absolutely adores her pup. THATS WOULD BE THE CUTEST THING EVER. but i also see her getting a big dog to keep her yk baddie energy through and through (but within the walls of her house or when no one looks she would probably baby her big pup).

I can see her abs loving her pup and probably going berserk on anyone who would harm her pup. u would prob do smthing like kill her pup off j to make us feel smthing.. and she would 100% go on a rampage after finding put who killed her pup🫡

and ofc this wouldnt be a cmar ask w/o tellings u that i hope the boys and oc makes up in the future. doesnt have to be soon or anyt i still have the urge to choke the cmar tannies (j a little). AND i hope they find put abt mc soon and go through abs hell as everything unfolds infront of them little by little. THE GUILT THAT I WANT THEM TO FEEL. yk. i acc imagine them finding everything out through a risky mission through their inears or smthing but idkidk its all up to beloved author (u, ily.)

if any of this. ur acc planning to write m sorry ill stop talking mb.

but on that note !! hope ur doing the best !! hope u feel amazing !! i want to tell u that ive probably read everytimg on ur masterlist alrdy and have repeatedly gone over “a thousand springs” and cried everytime.. i also abs miss ur drabbles ahuhu. but ur health and happiness is what matters most !! take ur time writing !! we wuv u (*˙˘˙)♡

okay i'd like to first point out that the man "standing" behind karl is not alexander but actually y/n's father oop-

"It feels like being in the presence of your father all over again, in the face of danger, of a manipulator, of a gaslighter, of an abuser. He returns hard and so vividly in the form of anger, in the form of a ghost, a spirit whom you see standing right behind Karl. He stands as still as ever, hands held behind his back, simply watching."

to explain, it's basically y/n hallucinating her father being there in front of her again the moment karl laid his hand on her.

will she kill him? will she not? i mean either way, he's dying so... 🫢

also the idea about her getting a pet sounds good lmao. i even thought about it while writing but suffice to say, we won't be introducing another animal character into the mix. the idea is really nice tho, like i just imagine her getting a big black dog who looks menacing, kinda like the way y/n in until the last star falls had cerberus (though in the of kai lmao). BUUT, when you think about it, her "guard dogs" are basically the reapers and i don't really feel like adding another concept into cmar's complicated character building lmao.

also you're getting some one-on-one with jk next chapter who yay for that 🥳

#anon #fics 🤍#cmar asks #cmar: 24 #luna asks

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introvertualy1111 · 2 years ago

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It was a great evening.. I went to evening reception of neethu.. I asked him to accompany me to that reception... so he did... I met him over there.. my colleagues and frnds were about yo go to the stage for group picture with the girl.. so I asked him to come along.. he said he won't then he agreed... I noticed that he was lookin sooo dashing... one of my frnd reshma was also lookin soooo pretty... I thought he agreed so that he could stand near her.. since she was pretty.. felt sad a bit.. coz I misunderstood.. anyways.. we went there.. I stood near 2nd person aftr the neethu.. he stood beside me.. then hema chechi told him to stand elswer due to his huge height among us (short girls).. he agreed.. he stood behind me.. then nicely he went frm there and walked past reshma behind.. then I again got sad... but he left the stage and went to his frnds... I then realized that he wanted .e to get clicked with others so he accompanied me to the stage by lying that he will also take pics.. then they clicked our group pic.. then one by one we all met neethu.. she welcomed all of us there.. she gave me kiss on mu cheeks... sapna was der too...felt good.. reminded me of my nation college days.. then I looked for him.. bithe wasn't around.. so I thought of goin to terrace.. I realized that my house was there itself.. it was a beautiful evening.. so I went to terrace alone . Then soon aftr hoin there, I saw him the other side.. he was with his with frnds.. abhinand and sm others.. I thought I should not bother him.. then suddenly there were fireworks happening just in frnt of the other side.. the view is soo breathtaking... beczo I could see sea as welll .. it was like if u stand I the terrace of pallipuram house, the opposite side.. highway.. blank green grass land then sand.. and beach .. Okey I kept staring. Then j forgot I have phn with me.. I should record or capture the moments for my YouTube channel.. I then started recording the fireworks.. magical . .. then suddenly earthquake kind of smthing happened from the other side of the beach.. becoz of that the water rose like a fountain and the land just grasped with a loud sound.. the water went up and fell down heavily .... I then realized it's the start of the tsunami kind of calamity.. I was excited to watch it n experience.. on the other hand I again realized I should record it as well.. I then started to record.. while I was recording, it was very very far. But Sunday it was near.. and then water was falling on top of me.. which means the flood was taking place and its expanding... I then saw him and loudly called him achu . But due to the hectic chaos down, he couldn't hear me.. then everybody started to panic and run here n der.. I thought the house gonna fall off.. I saw a man on the left of the house terrace.. he was looking at this happening as well.. I then recorded more.. and then I had to do down yo safe place.. I knew that this isn't safe place for me to be alive. Dad can't move.. sis was also panicking.. home might fall off.. if I try to run with others then I might definitely die while running.. coz the water flow was heavy. N I don't know swimming n I wasn't prepared either.. then I went down then my sis came along with arjun rs coz he wanted a place to stay during this tym so she told him to come to our place..while I was goin, that man frm terrace asked me to quickly upload the recorded videos in my channel before it gets too late... I was wondering my upload usually takes more tym n my phn charge was sm 78% .. I went I side.. searched for charge went yo other phn.. I was praying the electricity doesn't go.. coz if it shuts then no wonder it may get worse during night time... also tsunami was increasing it was raining g as well... I then in between thought I hope he made to to his home.. or may be its our last day of seeing each other if anything worse happens.... I then woke up.. before I forget any detail, I thought of posting it here..

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wearetakingthehobbitstogallifrey · 4 years ago

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Kdrama recs Part 2

Hello @camsthisky and anyone else who cares! I do apologize for the delay on this post--it has only been 84 years since Part I of my kdrama recs, I know, and I thought about going for a full century but this is me finding a way to de-stress after watching the first episode of I-Land alkdjfadlksj I’m gonna die of heartbreak but whatever

Speaking of heartbreak, there is a lot to be found in Korea’s wonderful historical dramas, so like, be warned—or, if you are an angst-loving monster like me, settle down for hot guys and good cries

Let us begin! (or, if you want romantic modern dramas see Part 1)

1. Scarlet Heart Ryeo/Moonlovers:

aha ahahahahahaha *weeps* You may have heard people talk about this show. You may have heard ME talk about this show. This thing was my first kdrama ever and it RUINED ME

Disclaimer: I have seen this show once and rewatched it twice and on the rewatches I can never quite make myself watch the last 4 or 5 episodes because things get tragic and messy and I get mad. HOWEVER there is a lot of good in the first part of the show and because this thing was all the rage in everywhere but Korea itself, there’s like over 300 fanfic for it and several good fix-its, including one by my good friend @thelonelybrilliance

Ok so anyway this show which could also be called An Abundance of Princes starts with a young woman from modern times getting thrown back into ancient Goryeo during an eclipse and finds herself in the body of Hae Soo, the cousin of the wife of one of the princes, and thus she gets embroiled in royal affairs which are, quite frankly, a mess. See, the evil eyeliner prince (whom I love even when he’s the worst) is plotting with his mom to get the Crown Prince out of the way aka dead BUT who should return to the Palace but the 4th Prince, Wang So, who has spent at least half his life living as hostage to a powerful family.

So has a scar that cuts across his eye and which in this society makes him a horror to look at or smthing idk he just looks extra hot to me but anyway he wears a mask and is known as the wolf dog (or as the MURDER ANGST CUPCAKE thanks @abadpoetwithdreams). He might seem a little rough around the edges at first because his life has been hell but he really just wants to love and be loved okay people need to be nice to him wtf

Other princes include:

1. the Crown Prince, Wang Mu, a good egg, not particularly charismatic but he tried to protect his lil bro when no one else would

2. the 8th prince, Wang Wook, who reminds me of a fellow named Shane and I don’t mean the cowboy

3. the 10th prince, Wang Eun, a dumb adorable spoiled bby (played by Baekhyun from EXO)

4. the 13th prince, Baek Ah, a tol soft boi, an artist, a BAE, a BRO, a SHIPPER ON DECK

5. the 14th prince, Wang Jung this son will fight everyone he’ll fight himself he just loves to fight! Not always wise but he’s a good boy and I like him a lot

6. just realized I skipped the 9th prince but nobody cares

One quick note is that IU plays Hae Soo, and I enjoy her a lot in the first half of the show where she is still spunky and rebellious...sadly her character kind of falls apart/gets too weak for my liking as the episodes progress

The MAIN reason why I feel it my duty to recommend this show to everyone despite the fact I have never met anyone who wasn’t traumatized by it is LEE JOON GI

Yes, this man:

I mentioned him in the previous rec post—he played Bong Sang Pil in Lawless Lawyer (AND IS NOW CURRENTLY STARRING IN FLOWER OF EVIL WHICH WILL BE ON ANOTHER POST AHDFOIASDHGALDSKJF FRIQ I AM IN LOVE WITH THAT MAN)

BUT SERIOUSLY LOOK AT HIS PHOENIX EYES!!! HIS RAZOR SHARP FEATURES! HIS BIG ADORABLE EARS! HIS BEAUTIFUL EXCESSIVE BANGS! 4TH PRINCE WANG SO LOVE OF MY LIFE

SOMEONE PROTECT THIS BBY

2. Hwarang: Ok so right off the bat I am going to smack down a disclaimer that I can’t stand the female lead. TRULY CANNOT. Thus, I don’t like the romance, and only care about the love triangle as far as it just shows how sad and lonely one of the guys is. (Also there are scenes of dumb old men plotting and I don’t like them either). At the end of the show, I am happy that the one guy is NOT stuck with the female lead as his wife. Good for you sir

Sounds like a show to steer clear of then, right? WRONG. This is a show that you skip through because the scenes that are good? Are GREAT

Picture this: It is the Silla era of Korea, and the queen is ruling as regent in place of her son, who has been hiding all his life because everyone wants to kill him. Well, son is now grown and must soon come into the light and take the throne. Queen who both wants her son as king but also really likes being queen decides to do everyone a favor and form an elite fighting squad out of all the prettiest and most talented sons of nobles in the land, with the idea that they will be loyal only to the throne, and thereby keep their dads from plotting to destroy everything.

Let me tell you something, these ARE the prettiest boys in the land. Good hair, good jawlines, beautiful smiles—the cast lineup includes Park Hyung Sik and his cute lil elf ear, Park Seo Joon, Taehyung (yes from BTS!), and Choi Minho from Shinee, plus two other actors who are lesser known but who are drop-dead gorgeous. Anyway. Sorry, but they really are all beautiful.

The fun thing is they don’t all get along right away, a few of them are VERY much opposed to the other for various reasons, but they all have to bond and become brothers in arms. And what they don’t know is that the real king snuck in and is one of them. 10/10 I would die for the boys! (also Tae has an older half-brother who is a lower rank than him but whom he looks up to and that makes for cuteness and pain) Once you skip the boring or annoying parts of the show, the rest has so much delight, laughter, and oops pain, lots of pain. I want to go re-watch.

Two other things I should mention about the show: a super soft side romance between secondary characters and a game of, as they call it in the show, HOT SOCCER

^pretty boy 1 (with the cute elf ear sadly on the other side of his head)

^pretty boy 2 (sad cheekbone bby) and pretty boy 3 (happy cheekbone bby)

^pretty boy 4 (the prettiest of them all, and he knows it!)

^pretty boy 5 (aka Taehyung danced around the set of a historical drama and made everyone adopt him as their bby)

3. Faith/The Great Doctor: This is a longer kdrama at 24 episodes and they didn’t have much of a budget so special effects aren’t the best or anything but I just got really attached to all the characters? This is another modern girl goes back in time but UNLIKE SHR it actually has a happy ending, so if you need a historical drama cleanse after that tearjerker/enrager, this could be it for you

Eun Soo has to navigate the ancient kingdom, keep people believing she is a heavenly doctor with special powers, and keep Choi Young alive so he can fulfill his promise of returning her to her own time. The problem with that is Choi Young does have kind of a death wish because of reasons—

Eun Soo is a plastic surgeon who would really like a rich handsome husband one day but them’s the breaks for you, aka she has had no luck in that department. Back in ancient Korea, Choi Young (played by Lee Minho in sadly the only role I really love him in) is a high-ranking beloved captain who can fall asleep anywhere. Oh he can also make electricity with his hands! :D

The story begins when the sleepy sad captain tries to escort the new king and queen to their palace. This was during the time period when ancient Korea was basically a puppet kingdom/tributary of ancient China (Yuan). The king (who is very smol and lacks confidence, but still has a good heart for his country) lived as a hostage in Yuan for many years, and his wise tol queen is a princess of that land, and someone needs to sit them down and make them talk because they actually love each other a lot. Anyway, when the queen gets injured by assassins, Choi Young goes searching for a legendary doctor, winds up in modern Korea, and steals both Eun Soo and a SWAT shield, because hey, it looked cool I guess

Lots of fun things in the show: Choi Young has a crew of soldiers who are BEYOND loyal to him, and while he doesn’t think much of the king at first because he’s been burned by kings before, they slowly become bros and shippers on deck for each other. Eun Soo does not lose her spunk or loyalty unlike other people I could mention *cough*HaeSoofromScarletHeartRyeo*, and it cracks me up when she curses people out. There are also a bunch of people (mostly bad guys) running around with special powers or gifts, including a flame lady and a flute boy, and the latter wears delightful anime wigs, keeps his sword in his flute, and plays his flute to kill—literally! I love flute boy very much

sorry it’s black and white but DO YOU SEE THE SWAT SHIELD

4. My Country: A New Age:

ANGST ANGST ANGST PAAAAAIN BUT ALSO BEST INTRO BEST FAVES BEST ACTORS

Picture this: two young men, who both hail from childhoods of trauma, who grew up together and are best friends, and who are tragically forced apart and end up on opposite sides of a conflict that threatens to upend the current rule of the kingdom. This IS the star-crossed brotp you’ve been waiting for!

Seo Hwi is the son of a general who died a criminal, and all he wants is to live simply and earn enough rice take care of his younger sister, who has seizures and a sweet crush on Hwi’s bestie. Hwi is the best softest most loyal boy with a good and true heart, a great deal of courage, and a talent for wielding a sword, and just wait till you see the best one-shot fight scene ever of him in battle, it is INCREDIBLE! (He is played by Yang Se Jong, who I now want to see more of) Hwi has an abundance of charisma points in that he picks up a small band of loyal soldier friends and they become the best little found family, lots of brotp-ness in this crew—do not mess with any of them because they will all FIGHT you

Seon Ho meanwhile is the illegitimate despised son of a powerful nobleman, only tolerated because the legitimate son died. Seon Ho loves his friend and is very protective of his friend’s little sister who crushes on him but his dad is a high class grade A power-hungry jerk and that causes complications of course. Seon Ho also has a good heart, he’s a gentle soul really, but he always gets stuck in bad positions and unfortunately makes a couple of difficult/bad choices so he hardens himself as much as he can but the consequences always kill him and he just wants to save his friends and destroy his dad and the stupid hierarchy that treats bastards as lesser. WHY IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?

Seon Ho he is played by Woo Do Hwan who has so much talent I die so many times over in this show just because of the way he portrays Seon Ho like that sad sad boy is one of my favorite characters evER! Is he problematic? At times maybe but I am HERE for him he just needs LOVE AND AFFECTION AND AN ABUNDANCE OF GOOD FRIENDS BUT INSTEAD (SOMETIMES THRU HIS OWN FAULT BUT HE ADMITS THAT) HE JUST SUFFERS AND SO I SUFFERRRR

*grabs a towel and dries up my tears*

Hwi also falls in love with a woman named Hui Jae (or was it Hee Jae i can’t remember) and they are very cute together, she’s pretty cool but the show’s one failing is arguably that they kind of underuse her in the plot as the story goes on? But I still like her and she still has a good role, and she is both brave and kind and not afraid to step in or tell people off, also keep a weather eye open for patching up scenes!

Oh yeah, eVERYONE in this gets hurt/stabbed/shot/bloody, such a shame they have to take their shirts off to clean and bandage the wounds ;)

Last character I must mention is Bang Won, played by Jang Hyuk in his second interpretation of the historical figure. Bang Won is the fifth? son of the guy who becomes emperor/king, and he has his own plans for the country, so when Hwi catches his eye, he recruits him to his cause. What you need to know about him is that he has issues with his dad, is slightly unhinged, and cannot and should not be parted from the fan that he constantly carries around with him. Gotta say, Jang Hyuk is FANTASTIC (heheheheheheh) in the role, able to convey all kinds of emotion in the rise and fall of his voice, in the tilt of his head, the tears of his eyes, the flick of his fan. Give this actor all the awards!

To sum up: if you like to cry for days after watching a drama, if you like excellent heart-wrenching brotps, if you like conflicted characters, if you like amazing music and setting and plot, if you like guys with good hair and arm muscles (and

abs, thank you shirtless scenes what) this show is a Must Watch

DID I SAY STAR-CROSSED BROTP I MEANT SWORD-CROSSED BROTP ADKJFADLSKJFLKJDFALKDGKLJL </3

Ok I was going to leave the historical drama post at this for now but...I’m going to cheat a little and include the one historical C!drama I just finished.Yes folks I am talking about:

5. Nirvana in Fire:

Ok so maybe the switch from kdrama to cdrama makes you uncertain. Maybe the fact that this show has FIFTY-FOUR EPISODES makes you go hell no I don’t have enough time for that. Well if you overlook this show for those reasons, you are making, and I do not exaggerate, the greatest mistake of your show-watching life!

Look, first, this drama has one of the best, most intricate, most satisfying plots in history, with like 20 characters you would die for, and second, the episodes are only about 42 minutes each, which is shorter than most kdrama episodes, so you can deal.

Once upon a time there was a general/family who were just too good to exist in corrupt old China, so naturally they were framed for treason and there was a giant massacre and everybody died, including the eldest prince who was like um dad maybe this is all a horrible mistake and the king was like no u are the mistake. Sad times.

One of the many younger princes named Jing (A NOBLE HEART, if not always the cleverest) returns home from wherever he was, finds out that not only did his prince brother die, but so did his best friend/brother in the whole wide world, Lin Shu, son of the general. Because he insists on the innocence of said bros/family, Jing becomes an outcast prince and is shuffled off to fight in wars where he can’t cause any trouble. Meanwhile, Princess Nihuang, Lin Shu’s brave, awesome, amazing, wise, incredible girlfriend, refuses to marry anyone else, and because she is too cool to be messed with, nobody tries to banish her

Cut to I think eleven years later, when the two most powerful princes are vying to be the crown prince and heir to the throne. They both try to recruit the aid of a renowned clever and sassy strategist named Mei Changsu, to help them with plotting and PR and such.

Well little do they know that Mei Changsu is actually the not-dead Lin Shu, with a completely new face (for reasons), and that Mei Changsu is a chess master setting up a long con for the dual purpose of obtaining revenge/justice for the dead and of raising Prince Jing to the throne, since Prince Jing is the only man with a good enough heart and strong enough will to make China a better place for all the people. But just to make it hard on everybody, Mei Changsu is dead set on not telling anyone who he really is—again, for reasons. He is not always successful in keeping his secret.

I literally don’t know what else to say because there is so MUCH to say, so many characters to love, and I mean LOVE. How do you get a cast this good? How is everyone so different yet so important? How do you feel bad for the emperor even when he’s slimy? How do you have to stop yourself from rooting for the prince who would destroy some of your faves? I can’t praise the charisma and acting talent in this show enough! And the music! IS GORGEOUS!

1 strategist too sassy for his own good and too clever for everyone else’s good + 1 prince who loves his mom and his dead best friend and his dead older brother more than anything else in the world + 1 gentle wise mom + 1 eternally loyal princess who would defend her loved ones with the sword if necessary + 1 sassy Elrond healer man + 1 grumpy sulky baby who loves being a better fighter than almost everyone + 1 loyal to the death, brave badass general who is going to have a stress breakdown if the strategist doesn’t take better care of himself + not 1 but 2 good boys who deserve to be protected but who are willing to throw themselves into battle if necessary + 1 antagonist tiger prince who I love and am not ashamed to say it = THE BEST OF TIMES

^he hardly ever wears his hair down but when he does <33333333

*checks calendar* how soon is too soon rewatch something, asking for a friend

#kdrama recommendations #scarlet heart ryeo #hwarang #faith: the great doctor #my country: the new age #nirvana in fire #my kdrama recs #historical kdramas #plus one cdrama #i went overboard on gifs sorry not sorry

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love-dreams · 5 years ago

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together thick and thin

jimin/reader | college!au | genre: angst, fluff

synopsis: Jimin doesn’t know how his idiot friend could have dated you when he can’t even get you to notice him.

contents: friends to lovers, mentions of alcohol, break ups, mild swearing

note: THANKS FOR 100 NOTES!!!! here’s my first fic in celebration, jesus i respect all fic writers so much more now, it’s so hard to finish a fic...

wc: 2.5k

song rec: hellevator by stray kids, shoot me by day6

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You sighed when another one of your roommates handed you her pile of laundry to fold, an apologetic smile on her face. You didn’t mean to get drunk, all you had wanted was to relax and get to know some people...

But obviously your dumb butt couldn’t stay away from the drinks, you cursed at yourself.

Huffing angrily, you dump all the laundry out from the basket onto the floor of your room.

“Hey, you good?” a voice called from the doorway.

Looking up, you see Jimin leaning on the doorframe, a sucker in his mouth, a worried expression on his face. You force a smile at him and pull your hair up into a ponytail.

“Here, I’ll help.”

Before you can make out a reply, Jimin’s already walking closer to where you were sitting on the floor of your room.

“You look pretty miserable, [Y/N],” he said while squatting down next to you. “You know, if you don’t want to go to the parties you don’t have to.”

“I want to go!” you swatted him aside with a pout on your face and started to fold the first piece of laundry. “I’m doing fine, I promise. Don’t worry about me. Although I may not want to drink another sip of beer after this.”

Jimin chuckled and grabbed the first shirt he could see to neatly fold it on his lap.

“I’m kinda worried about you,” he whispered underneath his breath. “I don’t like to see you drunk, and heck, I know it hasn’t been easy for you, but hang in there, okay?”

You ignore his words for a while before sighing and continuing to fold the laundry.

“I know, Jimin. I’m trying to move on. It’s just...I just feel like I’m never gonna find someone right for me, Chim.”

In response to your comment, Jimin could only smile sadly.

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“Hey, aren’t you Jungkook’s ex?”

You froze in fear before scrambling to pick up your things even faster, throwing your notebooks into your backpack, scrambling to rise to your feet.

“Whoa, chill.”

You looked down at your feet before replying meekly, “I think you’ve got the wrong person,” and then trying to squeeze past him out of the classroom. Suddenly, you felt something pull you back to that mysterious person.

Looking back at him, you tugged at your arm frantically, trying to make him loosen his grip. Seeing your panic, Jimin released your arm immediately, apologizing profusely.

“I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t mean to startle you or anything. I was just curious since…”

Before he could continue, you were already out the door.

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It was after another party that Jimin decided that it was enough. He couldn’t stand the sight of you drinking your sorrows away and becoming a mess afterward.

“Jimin…” you moaned out as he tried to get you to sit in the cab. You threw his hands off of you and defiantly stared into his eyes before breaking out into a drunken smile. “Why you...so serious…? I wanna go back and paaaarty!”

Jimin sighed, “C’mon [Y/N],” before opening the door and motioning you to get in. You pouted at him but still got into the car by yourself. He let you lay on his lap to sleep for awhile before taking out his phone to text the others.

As he was texting, he heard some murmurs come out of your mouth and gently leaned closer to listen.

“Kookie….why you leave me?”

Hearing you talk about your ex made Jimin’s blood boil, but as your best friend all Jimin could do in response is sigh and shush you.

“I’m not Jungkook, [Y/N]. Remember? I’m Jimin-”

Jimin froze in shock when you threw your arms around him, drunkenly whispering into his body, “I miss you sooooo much, Kookie…Why...”

And that was when Jimin’s heart dropped. It wasn’t the fact that you still missed your ex that made him heartbroken. It was the fact that Jimin was never going to be enough.

It was during that car drive, that Jimin experienced the pain of unrequited love.

You woke up with one hell of a hangover just as Jimin had predicted. Your head was pounding, and you stank of sweat and alcohol. Groaning, you stumbled into the bathroom to get yourself cleaned up, taking a shower to wash off the smell of sweat. When you came downstairs, there was a bowl of ramen and a note saying, “Eat this to feel better. -Jimin”. You smiled at Jimin’s cute handwritten note and sat down to enjoy your breakfast. Pulling out your phone, you quickly texted Jimin a message.

> thx for taking care of me! 💜💜

Within a few seconds, a ding was heard from your phone, and you quickly picked it up to read Jimin’s response.

< no prob.

Frowning at Jimin’s cold reply, you felt just a little guilty for getting drunk at a party again, but you shrugged it off. Jimin should be used to you being hungover anyway.

It was just your way of grieving.

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“You know...Jungkook isn’t that great.”

You ignored Jimin’s comment and continued typing on your computer.

“Hey!”

Jimin shut your laptop to reveal his grinning face.

“[Y/N]...give me attention,” he pouted.

You rolled your eyes at Jimin, before opening your laptop again and trying to focus on writing your essay. “Go to someone else, Jimin. I’m trying to work here.”

Jimin pouts one more time at you before giving up and turning back to face the front of the auditorium. Suddenly, you heard a pencil being slammed down on the desk, causing you to look up in surprise.

Jimin grinned at you and placed down the folded piece of paper daintily before skipping out of the auditorium to meet his friend.

Shaking your head in annoyance, you pick up the note anyway and read it.

“Jungkook isn’t that great if he couldn’t see how cute you are 💜 -Jimin”.

After finishing, you couldn’t help but notice your mood change. Smiling, you slipped the note into your coat pocket, and continued back to your work.

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It’s been two weeks since that party and Jimin has decided that it’s best if he keeps his distance.

For the sake of your friendship with him.

But it’s so hard not to text you every so often to make sure you’re okay, or to meet up after classes, and he’s sure that you’ve noticed that he’s been avoiding you. Jimin admits that he’s a coward. He knows he doesn’t have the courage to confess his feelings because he’s scared. But Jimin also knows that your breakup has negatively impacted you and he doesn’t want to push things too fast. At the end of the day, Jimin acknowledges his duty as a friend first.

All he ever wanted was for you to be happy.

Ruffling his hair, Jimin shakes out thoughts of you and tries to concentrate on his homework, but his concentration doesn’t last long when he hears his phone ringing.

Jimin already knows the caller ID is you, but still hesitates to pick up.

“Hey, Jimin!”

Jimin cringed when he heard your chirpy voice out of the phone. Calming his racing heart, he replied monotonically, “What’s up?”

“Um...Well we haven’t met up for awhile and there’s a new movie out! Wanna see it together?”

Jimin’s heart pounded uncontrollably as blood rushed through his head. “I-I...I don’t think I can go, sorry [Y/N].”

What you said after that was blurry to him, but when you hung up, all Jimin could do is sigh in relief. He slumped down in his chair and ruffled his hair in frustration again as he picked up his pen and started doing his homework.

Jimin just couldn’t get you out of his head.

Over the next few days, Jimin flooded himself with to-do lists, busying himself to the point of exhaustion. Anything to get his mind off of you. He spent hours in the school practice room by himself to perfect choreography and missed meals lots of times. It got to the point that even you had noticed even when Jimin was ignoring you.

You reached out to Jimin multiple times only to be turned down over and over again. You were almost at your breaking point with Jimin before you received a text.

< Can we meet up?

< i need to talk to you abt smthing

Confused and worried, you quickly texted back:

> chim, you okay?

> sure when and where?

You waited for a while for his response, pacing back and forth in your small apartment.

< yeah i’m fine.

< on the rooftop your place. tomorrow 9

Sighing in relief, you agreed.

> okay!

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Jimin doesn’t know what he was thinking when he sent you that text. What did he even want to talk about? Maybe he just wanted to see you.

“Urgh, Tae, what do I do?”

“Just tell her you liker her, man. Ain’t that hard,” Taehyung replied from his seat on the couch, not even looking up from his phone.

Kicking the couch in frustration, Jimin bursted out, “Hey, pay attention! I’m actually being serious!”

Looking up, Taehyung looked surprised at his friend’s sudden outburst. Suddenly, Jimin felt bad for taking out his anger on Taehyung, and quickly apologized.

“I’m sorry Tae. It’s just... things have been a mess recently.”

Lately it felt like all of Jimin’s emotions have been on edge and now, they were finally bubbling over.

Taehyung nodded understandingly, putting down his phone for good measure. “I get it. But I still think that you should talk to her. You’re not being fair by keeping her in the dark, y’know?”

Jimin sighed, knowing that Taehyung was right. “Yeah, I know. We’re gonna meet up tomorrow.”

Taehyung smiled, showing his boxy smile and clapped his friend on the back, “You got this, man!”

That night, Jimin lied awake in bed, pondering about all the possibilities that could go wrong. Worst case scenario? You hate him forever and stop being his friend. Best case scenario? You like him back.

Jimin already ruled out that best case scenario. You had long shown him that you weren’t interested in any romantic love with Jimin. That best case scenario was more imaginary than a scenario.

Although it’s already been half a year since Jungkook broke up with you, Jimin knew that you were still devastated and he just couldn’t put his own interests above yours. It just wasn’t fair to you.

By morning, Jimin had made up his mind.

⇁⇁⇁⇁⇁⇁⇁

“Oh my gosh, guys, what am I going to do?” you sobbed on the living room couch.

You were currently freaking out in the living room with all of your roommates surrounding you. Why? Because you were scared that Jimin hates you now.

“Just hear him out, [Y/N]. You’ve been friends for like half a year now, what’s the worst that could happen?” said Rosé, from her spot on the carpet.

I pushed him away.

“I think Jimin’s proved himself trustworthy, don’t you think?” continued Nayeon.

I forced all my grief onto him.

“If he turns out to be an asshole, I’ll kick his ass, don’t worry about it,” assured one of your roommates.

I’m responsible.

After all your roommates had their turn talking to you and left for the night, you sat on the carpet of your bedroom, feeling still a little stressed.

Hearing the door creak open, you lifted your head to show red eyes and tissues surrounding you. Irene was standing at the doorway this time, with a worried expression on her face.

It reminded you of how Jimin had looked a few weeks ago.

“[Y/N], are you feeling alright?” asked Irene kindly, not wanting to disturb you.

You shook your head, took a tissue, and blew into it hard.

Sighing, Irene walked over to where you were sitting, threw all the tissues into the trash bag she was carrying, and plopped down right by you.

“I think...that you’re thinking about it too much. I know that you’re worried, but think about it like this. You guys have been together thick and thin. Don’t let something as trivial as this get in between the two of you.”

You looked up at the ceiling, trying to blink away your tears. “I just...feel like I pushed another person away. Just like Jungkook.”

Irene nodded understandingly, “I get what you’re feeling, but Jimin’s shown you unconditional support ever since Jungkook broke up with you. The two of you are practically best friends! Do you really think that Jimin would leave you like Jungkook?”

Slowly, you started to agree with Irene. Jimin wasn’t like Jungkook. Jimin had been there when you had needed it most.

Confidently, you turned around and told Irene, “Yeah, you’re right! Jimin’s still my friend and tomorrow, I’m gonna give him a piece of my mind for ignoring me!”

Your roommates cheered outside.

⇁⇁⇁⇁⇁⇁⇁

Sunday came and the two of you were both stressed out to meet.

Irene’s right, you thought. I shouldn’t be afraid.

While Jimin was pacing back and forth in his dorm, you and your roommates were dressing up, making sure to look as good as possible. Finally, when the clock struck 9:00, you started heading out of your apartment, to the highest floor possible.

Shivering while pushing open the door, a gust of chilly wind blew in, causing you to pull your cardigan tighter around you.

Looking around, you saw Jimin standing at the edge of the rooftop, gazing out to see the city skyline with the beautiful setting sun. Jimin turned around, the sight of his face made you want to run over and hug him with relief. It’s been two long weeks without your best friend and you wanted him back. You missed him.

Walking over to him, you stood by him and remarked, “It’s cold tonight.”

Jimin smiled sheepishly, ruffling his hair in embarrassment, “Sorry about that. I didn’t check the weather.”

The two of you leaned against the railing, admiring the landscape.

Breaking the silence, Jimin turned to you, “I-I want to apologize.”

You looked at him in surprise and quickly responded, “What are you apologizing for? You wanted the best for me and I was stubborn. You’re right. I need to move on.”

Jimin sighed and refused to look at you, “I...shouldn’t have forced my thinking onto you. I was being selfish and self-centered….I’m really sorry [Y/N].”

Irene really was right. Jungkook would never have apologized. Maybe...it’s time to move on.

Cupping Jimin’s face softly, you brought his gaze up to look at you. You saw his red, puffy eyes and tear tracks on his cheeks. His nose was red and his cheeks were too.

Jimin had supported you and loved you all this time. Now it was time for you to return the love.

Bringing your face close, you kissed him.

#jimin angst #jimin x reader #bts x reader #jimin/reader #bts/reader #bts angst

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lustingtc · 5 years ago

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19th July 2019

...

The day has come.

Death day.

Last day 😔😔😔✌🏻 kms idk how I’ll survive😰

It started with an uwu

I first saw T before break

He was holding a big reusable plastic bag.

Then I saw my Spanish teacher...

He was helping her move out 😭😭😭😭💝💞💓💗💖💘💕 hes such a fucking sweetie

He looked sad, but was chatting to her

AND HE WAS IN HIS RAINCOAT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💝💞💓💗💖💘💕💝💞💓💗💖💘💕

I’m soft for this man. He genuinely kills me 🥺

BUT IT GETS BETTER!!! 😩😩

I was watching him at break on the pitch

T’s standing with two other teachers and their all talking like usual

T STARTS FUCKING DANCING AND DOING ALL THESE FUCKING DAD MOVES 💗😵💖💕💘

He...

He is my everything.

THEN HE GOES TO FAKE PUNCH ONE OF THE TEACHERS 💀💀💀

WE ARE THE SAME

WE ARE THE SAME MFING PERSON 😳😳😳

Literally.

We are the ultimate crackhead power couple.

Like I’m not fucking drake and joshing 😔😔😔

That moment cured everything

My depression? Gone

My anxiety? Gone

My spotty skin? GONE

HE FUCKIMG CURED 🥴🥴🥴💝💞💓💗💖💘💕💝💞💓💗💖💘💕

I ksjskwnsoswwnskwnssn

HEE!!!!!!!

The raincoat. He looked so emo bc it started raining n he was like “Hmp :T” 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Baby baby angel baby boy precious angel joy💘

We made eye contact as well 😳😳😳

He quickly looked away tho 😔😔😔😔😔

But 😚✌🏻

He also grinned at the PE teacher and patted him on the back 🥴🥴🥴💝💞💓💗💖💘💕

I wanna be hit like that 😩😩😩🥺🥺🥺

OMG ALSO 😳😳😳😳

I saw his underwear 😳😳😳😳

He went down to get a ball n I looked over and 😳😳😳😳😳😳 oogs girls 😰😰😰😰😰😰

I then didn’t see him again until tutor party😔

We made eye contact as I put smthing in the bin 😳✌🏻 he was with M

It was rly quick tho, n it looked like he had sideburns???? Like 🤮🤮🤮 but also 🤨🤨🤨

So lmao

But I went to Dogmans tutor 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

To see my girl S but also my favourite 😋😋

My hopes where high when it came to his fit 🥵🥵🥵 I was promised blue jean 80s green windbreaker realness 🤩🤩🤩

Nah luv, his jeans where some of the baggiest things I’ve seen 🤢🤢🤢

He was serving big gothic rave realness 🤮🤮🤮🤮

GRL U UGLY AS FYCK 😭😭😭😭👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻

But we still in luv 😚✌🏻

LITERALLY

As soon as I came in (I was w/ L btw)

He went “Hi K!”

💆‍♀️💝💞💓💗💖💘💕 so easy getting these dumb young white men luv 😴😴💅🏻

Anyways 🤩🤩🤩

Got sum lush piccies 🤪🤪🤪🤙🏻

Of him and his trousers 😷😷😷

But.

Oh my

G O D!!!!

Everyone was leaving and he was like “Bye guys” 😴😴😴👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻

And I was one of the last to leave

He goes to me 🥺🥺🥺 “Bye K!!!”

😔😔😔 y’all I ain’t never been loved this much by one man 😳😳

Literally. No one else he said bye to.

BUT ME. HE SAID BYE TO ME?????

Was that bc of my men toe breakdown or LyK??????? 😰😰😰😰😰😰

Still 😚😚😚😚😚✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻

Our love is real 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

AND TO MAKE IT EVEN BETTER!!!!

I saw P...

Not just anywhere...

But in her car

With the nerd loser science teacher

POPPING TF OFFFFFF

🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴

💝💞💓💗💖💘💕she so cute,,,,

We love MLM n WLW solidarity 🤝

But like she was flapping her hands everywhere as she was driving and she was clearly very angry about something????

I think she saw me as well??

Idk but uwuwuwuwu

We love her!!!!!

But yeah 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

That’s all I’ll see until I come back... in 6 weeks... 😔😔😔😔

Get ready for me to be #emo in like a week bc I miss them all sm :((((

Hopefully I’ll see them around 😥😥😥 but I don’t go outside much 😰😰😰😰

So 😔✌🏻

Ttyl ladies 😳👋🏻

Jk gals i always be here hee hee 😜

#teacher crush #tc #teacher crush community #tc community #Z #Dogman #P

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sangster-imagines · 7 years ago

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Remembering The Past

Request: Hi i love your imagines! I was wondering if you could do one where they meet a girl in the scorch that is super badass and jorge knows her because she was part of his group, and then newt remembers her from his past or from when they were together in wicked; and she remembers him as well because they were in love but she acts all tough when he's around? And then they kiss or smthing? Idk... kay bye 🙈 thankyouu

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Word Count: 1809

Warnings: Swearing, a little bit of spoilers for The Scorch Trials book, and a bit of angst.

A/N: As said on Twitter, I was so giddy when I got my first request! I’m sorry it’s not exactly what you were asking for, but I hope I did your idea justice, anon. Hope you enjoy!

The first time you saw him again was when Jorge was leading his group to find their friend.

You were walking in the Scorch, scavenging for food, hoping somehow, even though you had checked yesterday, that there would magically be more food there. You sighed when you saw there was still no food. Stupid, you thought. You checked there yesterday, it’s not like it’s gonna magically be there.

You realized that you’d probably have to move your base, because you had scavenged the area and found nothing. You grabbed your things, which was only the bit of food and water you had left, and headed out of the area and toward a city. You hoped there would be at least something there. You couldn’t survive long on the food and water you had.

You avoided the Cranks in the city, which wasn’t hard because you fit in. You were dirty and had blood on your clothes from the last person, no Crank, you had to kill. It wasn’t as if you wanted to, he was stealing your food when you were asleep. That’s why you had only a small amount of food left. Bastard.

Apparently you had grabbed the attention of somebody, though, because you saw a man who you thought looked familiar, and a group of boys behind him. You realized the man was looking at you, squinting his eyes in the sun.

“Shit,” You whispered, gripping tightly onto the plastic bag that held the little food and water you had left.

After talking for a bit with the group behind him, the man started walking toward you, the group following suit.

You decided not to run, because hopefully the man was someone you knew, and maybe him and his group could help.

After a few minutes, the man and his group finally reached you. You recognized the man quickly as Jorge, the leader of the last group you were in. You left that group because you figured you could survive on your own. What a mistake that was.

But also, weirdly, you recognized the group. They were the ones you knew from when you were a subject at WICKED.

“Hey! I knew I recognized you!” Jorge exclaimed, wrapping his arms around you.

You wrapped your arms around him too, giving him a squeeze. “Jorge! It’s nice to see you again!” They released each other, and you looked around at the group. “Where’s Brenda and the rest of the group?”

“I left the group and Brenda and these,” He motioned towards the group. “People’s friend got separated from us.”

“That sucks. Lookin’ for ‘em?”

“Yeah.”

You turned your attention toward the group, trying not to let your eyes widen at who you saw in the group. Someone who you thought you would never see again. Newt.

You didn’t let your gaze linger, but saw him in the corner of your eye. He was staring at you, a confused look on his face as if he was trying to figure out who you were. You continued to look around the group, remembering Minho and Frypan. The others boys were people you never hung out with. Your thoughts were cut short by Jorge speaking.

“You should come with us, Y/N.”

“No, I can’t…” you trailed off.

“You should,” Jorge said, looking at the plastic bag in my hand. “Doesn’t look like you’ve got a lot of food there.”

“Bet you guys don’t have much either.”

He hummed and nodded, but soon realized that he didn’t introduce you to the group. “Oh, yeah! So, guys, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is the group.”

You looked at them once again. “Nice to meet ya.”

Nobody from the group spoke.

You looked at Jorge again. “I guess I’ll come with you. I don’t have anything to do, anyways.” You shrugged.

“Cool! Now, let’s go. We need to find a place to stay, it’s gonna be night soon.”

Everybody, including you, followed Jorge to an open space. Jorge went off to find wood to start a fire as the rest of them sat down. Chatter started between some of the boys, but it was mostly quiet. Jorge came back with the wood and started a fire. You scooted closer to it and sat for a while before you noticed Newt walking toward you.

He sat down beside you. “I remember you.”

“Nice way to start a conversation.”

“Uh… do you remember anything?” He asked, ignoring your comment.

“Yeah. I remember everything.”

“So you remember me?”

“That’s a dumb question.”

“I’m serious, do you?”

“Yeah.” You nodded.

“So… we were close.”

“Yeah, very.”

It was silent for a moment, before he spoke again. “I wanna be close to you again.”

You looked him in the eyes and smiled at him. “Alright, then why don’t we start by getting to know each other?”

“Sure.”

“What’s your favorite color?” You asked.

“Green. What’s yours?”

“Y/F/C.”

“How did you escape WICKED?” He asked.

“I escaped the day after you went into the Glade.” He let out a sigh of relief for some reason. “I decided that if you weren’t there, there was no point in being there any longer. I took some of the food they gave me everyday and stocked it up. I sneaked out, and nobody realized until after I was far away. They searched for me for a while. I laid low for the longest time before I decided that they weren’t after me anymore.”

Newt nodded.

“I think we should go to bed now. We have a long day of searching tomorrow.” You laid down near the fire, curling into a ball to warm yourself up.

*･ﾟ✧

After a few days, they still hadn’t found them. But, you and Newt had gotten closer. The two shared secrets with each other and you could slowly feel yourself start to like him.

The fourth day of searching, they decided everybody should spread out. You searched in some alleyway, and after finding nothing, you went back to the place where they were supposed to meet up.

You saw Minho, Jorge, Newt, and other boys there already. You sighed, assuming that they hadn’t found them again. Another day wasted, you thought.

But, Frypan came out from one alleyway, seeming mad. He told them he saw these people holding a gun up to Thomas and Brenda.

“Let’s go get them, then,” you said, gripping onto your knife, ready to fight.

“We need a plan. We should ambush them,” Jorge said.

Soon enough, they had formulated a plan to get Thomas and Teresa back.

They all gathered up, and you led the boys inside the rundown building. Everybody was wasted or asleep and you wrinkled your nose in disgust at the smell of alcohol.

People who were awake stood up and saw their weapons. It was chaos after that. People started screaming and running. The Cranks who were asleep quickly woke up. You killed as many of the Cranks as you could, stabbing each of them quickly and leaving them on the ground to die. Soon enough, you reached a staircase, where three men stood. You took them out and motioned for Minho to go down the stairs while the rest of us stood upstairs, guarding.

After a few minutes, Minho, Thomas, and Brenda came up the stairs.

“What happened to you guys! Where have you been?” Thomas asked.

“Hey, it’s Thomas!” Frypan roared. “As ugly and alive as ever!”

Newt walked up to Thomas. “Glad you’re not bloody dead, Tommy. I’m really, really glad.”

“You too. Has everyone made it so far? Where’d you guys go? How’d you get here?”

Newt nodded. “Still eleven of us. Plus Jorge and Y/N.”

“Who’s Y/N?” Thomas asked.

You walked forward to stand beside Newt, who wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to his body. Thomas raised an eyebrow, sending a look to Newt. Finally, Thomas just shrugged.

“Any sign of Barkley and the rest of them? Were they the ones who set off the explosion?” Thomas asked.

“Haven’t seen ‘em since. We got away pretty quickly, and they’re too scared to come deeper into the city.”

Thomas whispered, and motioned for Minho and Newt to come closer. Newt unwrapped his arm around your shoulders and walked closer to Thomas. When they were both right next to him, he leaned in and whispered again.

Minho shrugged and looked at Newt to answer.

They continued to talk for a minute before Minho called out, stepping away. “Listen up! We’re leaving now. Don’t follow us, you’ll be fine. Follow us, you’ll be dead. Pretty easy choice, don’t ya think?”

They all filed out of the door and you waited beside Newt for everybody to get out.

Everyone gathered in the alley away from the stairs.

“We’ll make a run for it. There’s only about a mile left,” Minho continued. “These Cranks aren’t so hard to fight after all. So let’s―”

“Hey!”

The shout came from behind you. You didn’t turn around, you could feel the cold barrel of the gun pointed against your head.

Before anyone could move he fired and the the narrow alley rocked with a thunderous boom.

Pain ripped through your armpit, and you dropped on the ground.

You finally gathered the courage to look down at your armpit. Your vision started to darken when you saw the wound, but all you could think about was how lucky you were that he missed.

Then, you saw Newt and Thomas by your side. Newt looked worried.

“That man just shot me,” you gasped out.

Thomas handed a shirt to Newt, who pressed it tightly against your wound. You cried out in agony, the pain was indescribable.

You heard distant voices.

“We need to get the bullet out of her.” Jorge.

“Not here.” Newt, possibly?

“All right. Newt, I’ll help you carry her.” Minho.

Hands gripped onto you and pulled you up. A new pain exploded, and you passed out.

*･ﾟ✧

You awoke, to find yourself on the ground. You no longer felt pain. You groaned, rubbing your eyes, before looking around to find all of the others gathered around in a circle, talking to each other in hushed whispers.

Newt was the first one to realize you were awake. Not even talking to the others, he rushed over to your side and grabbed your hand. Soon, everybody realized you were awake, but didn’t crowd, allowing you and Newt to have some time together.

“You better not worry me like that again.” Was the first thing he said.

“Nice way to―”

You were cut off by the feeling of Newt’s lips on yours. You smiled into the kiss and hear hoots and hollers behind you. You ignored them, continuing to kiss Newt. You two pulled away after a few seconds, panting and smiling at each other.

#themazerunner #thescorchtrials #newt #newt the maze runner #newt x reader #imagine #newt imagine #newt oneshot #newt fanfiction #the maze runner imagines #thomas sangster #thomas sangster imagines #tbs #tmr #tbs imagine #thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster fanfiction #tst #the scorch trials imagine

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carebooks · 5 years ago

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no ideas yet but just my reaction to your changes

yessssss KT + Joy forever, KToy? Koy?

glad to hear that Jerome and Joy have more of an involvement in Sibuna,

especially since she was with them at the start of the season and she decided to leave after Fabian rejected her like??? why reuse old plot points like this HOA? whatsthepointdammit??

as for Mara and Willow in Sibuna, I’d keep them out of it until the end when they cant help but notice stuff and Mara just reacts with science and backs off thinking it aint real while Willow just does the opposite and strives head first into whatever weird shit she saw

interesting point for Jerome and Mara, intriguing

man i really do hope you bring Nina back at the end, like shows up to say hi at the end or smthing

i like the idea of Robert having a brother who got into Egypt and mythology like him but for the wrong reasons. (dont make ‘em twins) but it could explain why Fabian thought it was Robert when really it was just his brother and they look alike

the brother selling his soul to Ammut is hella interesting and a spin, not to mention that the tank is her version of immortality is kinda like just desserts ‘yiu wanted to live forever, here it is!’ like yes

not sure how i feel about the Amber thing either. When i think back, having Amber is such OG Sibuna vibes, and she has a way of getting information and just covering it as a ditzy blonde. If you want my opinion, I’d say that Sibuna would be stronger if Amber stayed. But the question later comes, do you want Sibuna to have extra help or less so that when they win its more idk fulfilling? Bcuz you bets be known that if Amber had stuck around most stuff would’ve gotten over with.

I hated Caroline but she was a good villain, like i loved to hate her, I’d keep it similar to her storyling

interesting point about Ben (dont make him bad guy evil pls, just like Jerome-evil)

thank goodness for chill Patricia, i couldnt stand her jealous ass for two minutes

those last two things made me very happy :)))))))))))))))

alright i watched the whole third season of House of Anubis

I first have to say how much I enjoyed the leads: Eddie and KT. They have such a good chemistry and they’re honestly hilarious together. As I mentioned before, I did ship them together when I was younger and first watched the show but with watching it again, I would keep them as friends. Best friends. (especially since KT is hella gay I don’t care what anyone says) They totally give me Cloak and Dagger vibes, especially in terms of partnership. At the start of the show, they were alone, they had no one to confide in, no one to be with, Eddie was torn about letting Sibuna know about Nina, still not over Patricia. KT just lost her grandfather and came to England on a quest with some key and vague warnings, she was hella confused but still did so out of loyalty to her grandfather (this baby is too precious and good for this world, i swear). And next thing you know, fate and Osirian visions bring them together. They form a partnership, they snoop around the Gatehouse, they form a bond. And I love it so much. What I love especially, is that at the end, when the sinners are everywhere and even the Sibuna members are taken as sinners, it’s down to Eddie and KT, just like the beginning. Sure, they get help from Willow and Harriet, but they lose Willow pretty quickly, and right at the end, Harriet sacrifices herself so they can get the other key and lock away the evil for good. And together, Eddie and KT join the keys and lock the evil as one. They started together, and they ended it together, and I think that was really poetic. I know that the Osirian and the Chosen One are meant to be the pair and the Ying & Yang, but in this particular case, Eddie and KT were a bond formed by friendship and hardship rather than destinies planned or written in the stars by the gods, yes fate brought them together, but only because they knew they could only accomplish their tasks with each other. I especially loved when they took down Ammut, and Robert tried a last ditch attempt to get KT to feel guilty over doing this, telling her that he would die if Ammut was locked away. It brings in KT’s loyalty to her family, even when it’s bad, but then Eddie yells during the commotion, “Don’t trust him, trust me!” And I think it really brings a full circle what a great partnership and bond they have.

Other than that, it’s really just random stuff I liked

i liked that Willow could sense bad vibes that Robert had whenever he was around Anubis House, as well as sensing the bad vibes that sinner!Victor and sinner!Patricia gave off. I kinda wished they could’ve looked more into that. Like she was naturally sensitive to these things or something.

Her relationship with Alfie was a nice touch, seeing him with someone who liked the same things that he did was real cute. Especially seeing them happy.

Victor and Sweet playing that card game gave me life.

Joy’s new attitude and look were certainly appreciated

While I preferred the Jerome that developed in S2 and won Mara over (especially over the course of the first season and second, i mean talk about a slow burn done right) and rather he didn’t cheat on her and Willow, the Joy+Jerome ship wasn’t terrible. I much prefer the developed S2 Jerome, I’ve said this twice now, but again, it wasn’t terrible. (but real talk? KT and Joy should’ve happened)

Amber being the one to bring Sibuna and the pair Eddie & KT together because *Amber Millington voice* “Hello people! Isn’t it obvious? Work together.”

Like that girl knew what was up. Well, she did invent Sibuna, not surprised.

Alfie was perfection this season, leave him be. Also, highlights of him:

“Crypts are for dead people!” “I’m afraid of everything.” “Guys, go! Get out of here! Sibuna! SIBUNNAAA!!”

I already talked plenty of Eddie and KT being the best, so yeah. But imma do it again anyway.

I have a theory that Eddie focused his primary Osirian instinct of being protective over the Chosen One to being protective over KT. Like he reffocused his powers to someone else for the time being. Nina wasn’t there, and when KT showed up in his vision it was almost like the house was telling him “You need to help her now. Keep her safe.” And I really like that.

It was especially shone a lot through out the season, and the last episodes too.

When sinner!Patricia and sinner!Fabian had KT and wanted to exchange an artifact that Eddie had discovered, she told him to run and get away, like they did when Alfie told them to leave him behind. And he says, “That was Alfie, this is you.”

And when Eddie, KT, Willow and Harriet went to get the sun key from Caroline, and she managed to take KT and Willow and turn them into sinners, Eddie says, “Not KT,” very worriedly. Later on he’s hard on himself, “I can’t believe they got to KT.”

It was interesting that half the season was awakening the man in the tank and the other half was releasing evil into the world. Like a different feel for half the season, not many shows do that.

I kinda despise the fact that the things I didn’t like are probably going to be longer.

Let’s go paragraph first so, how about that plot? First off, the whole thing is very weird for Sibuna. The first two seasons were about riddles and thinking things through. They were real mysteries. In this, it was more direct, they had an obvious problem, they had to stop the bad guys from waking up a bad guy, and then literal evil converted their own friends against each other. It sounds super interesting for a Vampire Diaries or Teen Wolf or even My Babysitter’s A Vampire plot line (or just one episode) since those shows were more active based. This season barely had any hidden things or riddles, and half of it had Sibuna paranoid and working against each other which I’m sure no one really loved. Not to mention that the action mainly happened at the Gatehouse rather than the actual Anubis House, the center for two of the last mysteries. Now I know, I know, the new season couldn’t just be a copy, and having a third mystery with hidden compartments over the house would certainly be a lot for Robert and Louisa. But I mean, didn’t Het Huis Anubis have four seasons? They couldn’t just do their version of that? I’m guessing that they did something different (I really hope so, because if not, this is embarrassing)

things i did not like at all about this season

the fact that they twisted Mara’s character up in their new ‘messed up girl obsessed with a boy’ like Joy in S2. just- why?

the fact that they undid a bunch of Jerome’s development.

or how about the fact that all Jerome got to do this season was be part of a love triangle cheat fest and then a love drama with Joy. In S1 he shoved himself into Sibuna and Rufus and it was bad for him, but he was involved. And S2, he was just amazing, they managed to connect his family and his family troubles with something that Sibuna would’ve needed for the Mask of Anubis: the Frobisher Gem. It all came together perfectly.

we didn’t get anything of Mr. Sweet telling Eddie about his Osirian thing or their family history.

The way they treated KT when they thought she was evil. It was so messed up, honestly, that poor baby. (though I did appreciate that the other residents noticed, like at breakfast when she sat down and no one looked at her, and he said, “Good morning, KT.” and he just noticed something was wrong. And then Joy and Mara noticed. I just really feel like that was the moment where Jerome and Joy coulda been more involved with Sibuna again- wait what am I saying)

No, when they and Patricia and Alfie were at the Gatehouse and they tried to warn them about the ceremony is when JOY AND JEROME SHOULDA GOTTEN INVOLVED IN SIBUNA AGAIN. Or like, at least be more aware, I mean come on?? Joy, you’re better than this. And Jerome, you’ve seen enough weird stuff to know when it’s Sibuna-related and usually that means deadly-related so you’re whole having two girlfriends thing can wait for a while.

Caroline Denby sucked. (And Caroline Forbes from TVD is a fan favorite of mine and not to mention that MY NAME IS CAROLINE so imagine that).

the fact that we got rid of the real Victor was kinda just wrong for me. I mean, Victor has always been a pain in the ass with the kids, and he’s usually wanted what they were after as well but he’d never resort to murder or anything like that, so when he got turned into a sinner and lost his friggin soul (yes, they said that, this is true) we truly lost Victor and I didn’t like that at all.

Season 1 was all about a mystery but also partly conspiracy, there was a moment between all five of Sibuna where they got proof and realistic statements after Joy lied to them (at the insistence of her dad) they were starting to think that the mystery wasn’t real and almost backed out of the search. Remember? Nina said, “You guys aren’t giving up on me, right?” Anyway, that was that. It was all about finding more information about what really happened and what’s really going on. About finding answers.

Season 2 was darker, it was a race against time because unlike the mystery of the first season, this one was more about saving themselves. Nina’s life and her friends and Gran would’ve died, it’s a great motivator to go through the tunnels. And there were moments where we see just how serious this is, there’s one shot where Nina is in a dream sequence in the house and all her friends are running away from her, terrified. And even when Victor sees her, he backs away in fear and hides himself in his office and then in the mirror it’s revealed Nina’s dressed and appears as Senkhara. And then when Senkhara freezes Vera, Victor knows it’s time to back away, he’s scared, he’s worried, so we see him do what he has to do to get Vera back. And when he’s playing the game? With Sibuna as his game pieces on the huge board? When Alfie disappeared, he backed out, he knew when to stop and almost considered calling Mr. Sweet to do something about it.

Meanwhile, Season 3 was all dark evil stuff, run for your life or your literal soul will be taken. It’s the end of the world if they awaken this sleeping dude, we need heroes to stop the bad team. Oh no, he’s awake, now he’s going to unleash hell and evil and it’s the end of the world, only now everyone’s converted to the evil and it’s real bad, we need heroes desperately.

This season might’ve been more dark or good vs. evil type of thing but it just didn’t feel right for HOA. The show has always been subtle, it’s quiet and the kids solve the mystery and they do everything very hushed and private, this season sort of felt like WHOAH PIE IN YOUR FACE GUESS WHAT IM A SIBUNA what with turning the whole school into sinners, I just didn’t like the whole school being this active. but that’s me personally.

Robert Frobisher-Smythe being the one in the tank is ridiculous considering wE SAW HIS FRIGGIN GHOST AT THE END OF S1. And honestly, bringing him in and saying that he’s going to bring forth a darkness to make people evil and bring the apocalypse is just a really bland plot. It’s no mystery, it’s legit good guys vs. a villain. It’s a ‘save the world’ plot, yeah like we’ve never seen that before.

We love the mystery, where was it? oh right, nowhere.

When the four descendants of Robert’s expedition party were revealed: Patricia, Joy, Alfie and Jerome, there could have so much content.

The four of them speaking in unison while they sleep should’ve been used more.

Remember the childhood lullabies they were supposed to use to find a random artifact? Those lullabies were riddles and other than that cylinder that KT opened using her synesthesia, it was the only thing that made it feel like good old days of House of Anubis.

again, making Robert the man in the tank and then evil was just stupid. im not gonna approach the fact that he took the punishment meant for his expedition party and that’s why he’s cursed, and now he’s evil? oh gods

again, seeing the three OG Sibuna gang members evil and not on Sibuna kept killing me.

that ending bugged me

like oh no! everyone’s gone insane, we gotta shut this thing down before it devours more souls. TWO HOURS LATER and now it’s time to enjoy fireworks and Fabian and Mara and flirting and its so unnecessary, whyy??

Leave Mara with Jerome (in which he didnt cheat) and Willow is happy with Alfie and KT and Joy are out there being gay as hell. Those are the ships that shoulda happened.

Honestly, when I think back at S2 and Amber and Nina are there, it just brings back such good vibes. S2 really is the best season, but I stand by my love for Eddie and KT. Friendship goals AF. Like I said before, the third season was in your face, it was loud and it was telling everyone ‘end of the world’ and when you think about it, it’s perfect for the characters they introduced. S1 and S2 fit so well for Nina, because she’s like that, she’s quiet yet badass and is about riddles and mysteries. Meanwhile, Eddie is loud and wants to get this over with, LET’S BREAK INTO OUR TEACHER’S HOUSE BECAUSE I HAVE A HUNCH. YOU WANNA SEE THE SLEEPING MAN’S FACE, FABIAN? LET’S REMOVE THE GLASS. LET’S STEAL THE TANK WITH THE SLEEPING MAN IN BROAD DAYLIGHT. LET ME JUST BARGE INTO VICTOR’S OFFICE TO TAKE YOUR KEY BACK, KT. LET’S DO WHATEVER IMPORTANT TASK OR MISSION WE NEED HAVE TONIGHT. LET ME BANG AGAINST PIPES AND BRICKS REALLY LOUDLY. And let me tell you, it just makes me laugh how into it he gets, like “why not?” it’s just so funny for some reason. Anyway, I think they decided to make this season fit what they wanted Eddie to be and that’s what they did. I loved Eddie’s performance, I loved him so much, I loved KT more. But I just didn’t love this season.

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