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ayabeanworks · 6 months ago

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Title: Birthday Celebrations

Synopsis: You surprise Satoru with a little celebration on his birthday.

Character: Gojo Satoru x reader.

Series: Let's Meet in the Spring (SaShiSu x reader)

Notes: Teacher AU! Pure fluff, soft Gojo & celebrations. Some angst at the end.

The whole time, I was listening to Kim Sejeong's "If we do" & "Star blossom" because the vibe for this fic is literally based off that! Just the sweetness of them! 😸

The one thing you weren't sure about on Satoru's birthday was how you'd get out of bed without him clinging to you or waking up.

You pressed a finger to your lips as you sneaked Yuuji, Megumi and Nobara into your apartment, making sure they stayed quiet as they held the large cake box in their hands.

Megumi, carrying the box containing the fruit decorated mille crepe cake, headed straight into the kitchen to put it into the fridge for later, greeting Shoko and Suguru who'd been laying on the sofa scrolling through their phone and reading a book, respectively.

The table had a half filled medium sized card open, some colourful markers surrounding it, all the while a bouquet of fresh flowers of all kinds sat in a vase, lighting up your apartment with a hue of colours.

"All done?" You mouthed to your besties, writing in the air to imitate writing in the card.

Suguru shook his head, pointing to the three younger sorcerers who were busying themselves with setting up the extra plates to prep for the surprise, blowing balloons as quietly as possible and setting up everything else for the interior so it was more like a birthday celebration.

You gave him an 'ok' signal and urged each young sorcerer silently to write on the card first, while the teachers did the decorations in their stead.

It was Gojo Satoru's birthday today, and last night the other teachers and you had been eating and drinking together in your apartment, when Satoru decided to crash at yours for the night because he was familiar with the place and whined that he didn't want to go home.

Of course, you surrendered half of your bed to him, but beknownst to you, Suguru and Shoko also stayed over at the last minute, but took the sofa in the living room or the ground.

Normally Satoru didn't sleep much, but whenever he was at yours, he'd sleep for a longer period of time than normal, maybe even double the amount of time spent when he was at his own place. It was relaxing for him, and he would spend the night here and there to catch up on any sleep or if he just wanted to rest and not worry.

So, taking advantage of this opportunity, Shoko, Suguru and you decided to host a little birthday celebration to those who could make it, at your apartment. It was a small little thing for him to wake up to, so everyone woke up extra early (surprisingly not hungover), to assist with the preparations before Satoru woke up around 8am (for some reason he was incredibly prompt with his waking up at 8am when he slept at your place. No idea why, it just happened).

You knew he only slept an average of a few hours each night, but he always knocked out cold around 12am-1am whenever he was at yours. So he was already asleep by the time you cleaned up your apartment and prepared yourself for bed.

Needless to say, it was heartwarming to see the strongest so vulnerable in your safe space.

And it was even better when realising he chose this as his safe space to be vulnerable in because you were there. He'd say it as a joke but he's absolutely obsessed and 100% serious. And by extension, Suguru and Shoko, who would come over on frequent occasions.

"We're done with the card!" Yuuji whispered to Suguru. The taller male gave him a smile and took the card, starting to decorate it with cute little pictures he learned in secret for this day (he did it secretly at yours), and passing it to Shoko, who shoved it into the bouquet of flowers.

"Fushiguro, pass me the party hats." Kugisaki pointed to the party hats as she whispered. She'd prepped the streamers by throwing them around the place, and even created a cute little area for tea so everyone can have cake and tea together.

Wordlessly, the spiky haired male gave them to her, taking one for himself begrudgingly to wear later since he knew Gojo would annoy him to do so.

"I'm going to check on Satoru." You pointed to the direction of your bedroom, notifying the others to keep quiet as they continued their preparations.

Giving you the thumbs up, you quietly crept back into your room, double checking the time to make sure it wasn't 8am yet. It was probably around 7.30am, but since you were out of bed and Satoru liked to hug something while asleep (sometimes that being you), you wondered if that ever affected his sleep pattern.

You opened the door, looking into the darkness that was your room. The blind let only light streams of light filter through, barely illuminating it enough for you to see Satoru's silhouette in your bed.

A smile graced your lips as you closed the door behind you, sauntering over to your side of the bed, leaning down to examine his features as he slept.

He looked so calm, so relaxed and oh so pretty without his blindfold on. His white lashes touched by the barely there light source were so long and so fluffy you were tempted to touch them and see if they were real. Lips so glossy it pissed you off that you wanted to kiss them have them for yourself, and skin so smooth and soft it made you jealous because he never did anything to it.

Was this man any more perfect?

How dare he.

You gently placed your hand on top of his fluffy white locks, lightly petting his head affectionately like you would do a resting cat.

After the first couple of ones, he stirred, groaning lightly as he rolled towards you, hugging onto the doona for warmth. His eyes barely fluttered open when you continued your ministrations, but closed right away because he knew it was you. He let out a pleased hum and scooted closer to the edge of the bed, making you smile as you finally sat down on the bed.

You continued to thread your fingers through his hair, humming a light tune as he leaned into your touch, falling asleep again from the calmness of it all.

"Happy birthday, Satoru." You leaned down and pressed a light kiss on top of his head, smoothing over the area with your hand afterwards. "My favourite blue eyed giant with long legs."

"At least call me handsome on my birthday..." He mumbled, one eye half opening to look at you in the dark.

He couldn't tell if what he saw was an angel or not - with the light slowly rising in intensity, but still keeping its softness, one side of you was illuminated with that soft light, the light colours making it look dreamier and hazier than usual.

His breath hitched.

You were breathtaking.

"Sure, Mr handsome Satoru." The sound of his name leaving your lips was wonderful, and he hoped to hear it everyday to awaken him from his slumber.

Satoru only grinned, lazily flipping onto his side to face you, a heavy arm draping over your mid section as he cuddled up to you.

You only laughed at his actions, he was so clingy. But you didn't mind it, since it was a different type of clingy to what he usually was.

This type was more endearing, though you welcomed both.

You stayed in bed for a while with him, absentmindedly continuing your ministrations on his hair as he fell in and out of sleep. It wasn't until around 8am where he actually felt the need to wake up properly, stretching his long limbs over the bed as he got ready for his day.

"C'mon, let's get up." You gently patted his stomach as he laid on his back like a starfish. He tensed and sat up right away, swinging his legs over to where you were and giving you a back hug as he clung to you like a koala.

"Don't wanna." He buried his face into the back of your neck, breathing in your scent as he tried to get his daily dose of you.

You sighed, patting at his arm as you tried to get up. "Satoru..."

The slight whine in your voice made Satoru perk up as he let you go. He wanted to continue, but he didn't want to get headbutted like he did last time when the exact same thing happened.

"Ok, ok, I'm getting up." He sighed and slid off the bed, preparing himself in your connected bathroom by using all your products.

You went outside the room as he got ready, giving nods to the anticipating audience.

As Gojo opened the door to the living room, his brows raised and an 'o' formed on his lips.

"Happy Birthday!"

A chorus of happy celebrations echoed in the early morning, making Satoru completely stunned at the actions. He grinned ear to ear as he was handed the bouquet of flowers from Yuji, and everyone singing the birthday song for him.

Even though Satoru knew that everyone was there even when he was asleep, he was pleased nonetheless with the celebration. He had an inkling this wasn't the only little surprise, and later in the day the others would do the same once he started work.

It warmed his heart as he thanked everyone in an overly exaggerated manner, giving everyone a big hug or pat on the head.

He smooshed his cheek next to yours, nuzzling you like he would a pet cat, making the others laugh and tell you both to get a room.

As he got presented with the mille crepe cake he swear he could smell even in his sleep, the candle on it was somehow oddly shaped like him that he wondered if it was custom made. He made a wish he could only guard close to his heart, blowing out the candles and sharing the cake around.

This is nice, he found himself thinking. The atmosphere was so bright, it nearly blinded him. It felt surreal, almost like he was dreaming, one where he could wake up from any moment, transporting him back to a time where the world wasn't as bright.

If he didn't have what he has now, what would his life be like? Would he be the same? Being bathed in such warmth made him want to stay forever. He didn't want this to end, nor did he want to imagine a world without the people he cherished the most.

Satoru popped a piece of the crepe cake into his mouth, admiring the smiles of everyone, burning their lively images into his mind.

He hoped everyone would continue to keep their shine and warmth, especially you, who shone the brightest.

Let's stay like this a little longer.

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taeraemisu · 1 year ago

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can you hear me? ; hanbin zb1

synopsis ; in which reader thought they were crazy when they start to heart a certain voice in their head, finding out their soulmate is universes away from them.

genre ; somewhat soulmates au, fluff but angst, different universes, the classic you-can-hear-your-soulmates-voice-in-your-head au

pairings ; hanbin x reader

word count ; 1.5k words

requested ! can be found here

a/n ; it’s been so long since i have written something how are yall doing :’)

reality 831 . .

you slumped on your chair, groaning. the assignments never end. day after day, you were constantly staying up till 2am in attempts to finish up your work. you were getting barely two hours of sleep, that is not healthy at all.

you glanced at your phone sitting beside the papers spread all over your desk. 2:53am.

that’s a new record.

you stretched your arms around. you told yourself to finish one more assignment and then take a break. classes doesn’t start till 8am for you so you still have a little time to squeeze in an hour worth of sleep.

you sat up straight, picking up your pencil and went back to staring at your brightly-lit laptop. you kept reading the same words over and over again, your eyes kept dropping every second. you fought against yourself, trying to stay awake. but—

‘hello? can you hear me? is this working?’

you instantly snapped your eyes open. what the hell?

that was not your own thoughts, was it? were you that tired that you were starting to hallucinate the sound of your own thoughts? you shook your head, snapping your laptop shut. you needed a break.

you lay down on your bed, too tired to think when—

‘is this too late … are you asleep?’

you opened your eyes. that voice, again. there was no way it was just a hallucination at that point, right?

‘why is my luck so bad, do i seriously have no soulmate?’

“soulmate?” you whispered to yourself. how was that possible? at that point, you knew that voice was not your own. it was a sweet, melodic voice. for a moment, there was silence. and you wished the voice came back. it was so soothing, so calm. a few seconds of him speaking could put you to sleep for a lifetime.

‘hello …?’

there was no response so you gave up. maybe it was just your tiredness. you have been sleeping rather late—

‘you heard me.’

‘so let me get this straight, soulmates exist?’

‘yes..? did you not know? it’s literally all everyone talks about.’

you finally figured out the tiny voice in your head, and for the first few weeks, you thought you were crazy. no one else had a voice claiming to be their soulmate, yet why was a strange little voice trying to convince you that he was yours?

‘soulmates don’t exist.’

‘i wouldn’t be talking to you if they didn’t.’

you scrunched your nose. you were on the bus, heading home and anyone looking at you would have thought you were crazy. you were making different facial expressions on your face. and you had a voice talking to you in your head.

insane.

‘i have never heard anyone talking about this before.’

‘really? it’s the one thing my parents have always been talking about. i have been trying for years and it finally worked.’

you tilted your head. maybe you should ask your own parents.

the bus came into a halt and you realised it was your stop. you quickly got up from your seat and got off the bus stop, still skeptical about this whole thing. he had a nice voice, you would give him that.

‘i must be crazy, there is no way this is real.’

‘i am real, i swear!’

reality 832 . .

‘yn, let’s meet!’

the both of you have been talking for over a month now. hanbin has slightly convinced you that soulmates do exist and that he is one hundred percent real, but you were still skeptical of everything.

so what better way to convince you than meeting up?

hanbin got no response, did he scared you away?

‘yn..?’

‘meeting up? you are crazy, sung hanbin.’

your laughter echoed around his head. he smiled at your reply. he had only been hearing your voice for the last month and he never knew he could be smitten from the sound of your laughter. he would gladly choose to hear just your laughter for the rest of his life.

‘what if we are living in different countries? do you not think?’

‘i work at ludia cafe, do you know that place?’

there was a moment of silence and hanbin was afraid he had scared you away. maybe you were looking up the cafe right now, maybe you both were actually living in different countries—

‘i live near there.’

hanbin immediately beamed and gathered his things. he could not wait to meet you.

‘can’t wait to see you.’

hanbin stood outside the cafe, looking around. he had no idea how you looked like, but he was sure that if he heard your laughter for even a second, he could recognise you right away.

his heart skips a beat whenever he spot a a figure approaching him, but his heart plummets when he realised it was not you.

‘hanbin, are you playing with me right now?’

‘no, i am waiting outside the cafe.’

it was silent for a few minutes. what happened to you?

‘are you sure you are outside?’

hanbin nodded even though no one else was around him to see it.

‘positive.’

‘i am outside right now and i see no one.’

hanbin found it odd. he was outside too but there was no one standing around besides a stray cat mindlessly walking around.

‘the bright blue sign of ludia is staring right at me—‘

hanbin’s eyes widen when he heard that. blue? he looked up to the signage above him. it was purple.

‘what? are you at the wrong place? the sign is purple.’

hanbin looked around. maybe you were colour blind? yet, there was no one else on the streets besides him.

‘what? there is a banner right in front of the store. they have hamster decorations all over the place—‘

hanbin tilted his head. that was literally the cafe he works at. it was as if you both were standing at the exact same spot, but at different points of time.

‘—and they have a poster of strawb—.’

‘—strawberry latte.’

hanbin finished your sentence and that is when it finally dawned on him.

you weren’t from his reality.

reality 831 . .

‘so your reality has soulmates, but mine doesn’t?’

‘seems like so.’

you pouted. why were you stuck in the boring reality?

‘that’s no fun.’

hanbin’s chuckle bounced around your head and you swear you could just faint at any moment. you wished you could just record his voice and keep it on replay for the rest of your life.

‘yet, how are you talking to me? shouldn’t you be talking to your soulmate?’

‘i guess i already am.’

you laid down in your bed, thinking. you and hanbin had tested the theory out, you both went to the same places over the past few weeks and you finally confirmed one thing.

hanbin is from a different universe.

it explained a few things, like how there were small differences between the places you both went to ‘together’. or how in his universe, the idea of soulmates actually exists while in yours, it was just a mere fantasy.

yet you both found each other.

though it was fun to talk to him, the fact you could not physically meet him frustrated you. he is your soulmate, yet how are you guys universes apart?

‘hanbin, i need to study right now. i can’t talk to you.’

you could imagine hanbin pouting and you had to resist the urge to tell the whole universe apart just to go over and see him.

‘i can still talk to you..’

‘i need to focus.’

it was silent for a moment before hanbin came back again.

‘okay, see you yn.’

reality 832 . .

hanbin pouted when he didn’t hear a response from you. even though he was so glad that he finally connected with his soulmate after so many years, yet, why did you have to be living so far away?

‘yn, are you there?’

no response.

‘can you hear me?’

he started to notice your replies were getting shorter and shorter. and you would go days and weeks without saying a word. what happened?

‘hanbin.’

hanbin almost leapt out of your seat when he finally heard your voice. it’s been weeks, where have you been?

‘what happened? were you busy with school?’

no response for the next few minutes and hanbin panicked again. oh no, were you going to disappear again?

‘can you hear—‘

‘we should stop this.’

hanbin blinked slowly. what? stop what?

‘this. us talking. it’s not.. good.’

his mouth went dry while he started to pace around his room. you were his soulmate, you both never physically even met. you both physically cannot ever meet.

‘what—‘

‘we don’t live in the same universe. we are so far, i cannot spend the rest of my life trying to talk to my soulmate through the voice of my head.’

hanbin stood still. it’s true, he has been thinking about it for a while. but, you were his soulmate. even if you both were universes apart.

‘i’m sorry hanbin. if only life gave you a better soulmate.’

‘that’s not true!’

hanbin protested but he heard no response.

‘i will find you yn, trust me on this. maybe there’s a yn that exists in my universe. maybe there’s a hanbin in yours. we can talk lesser! just don’t stop talking to me?’

you didn’t respond and hanbin ruffled his hair. he wanted to hear you for one last time. he would do anything to hear you again.

‘yn, can you hear me?’

your voice never came back.

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sage-lights · 9 months ago

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spinning out, waiting for you to pull me in

word count: 587 title from: "satellite" by harry styles (i think it's literally been 4 years since i wrote fanfic but! i woke up with such bad amangela brain rot this morning that the thought of them is actually making me ill right now. i wrote this ficlet at 8am in class on the doc i use for taking notes, so it's not my best writing...yeah! hope you enjoy it!)

“Hey,” Amanda's voice quivers. She physically can't look Angela in the eyes when she greets her. Fuck, this shouldn’t be happening right now. The day has barely started and Amanda already feels like running away from everyone.

Angela looks at her skeptically, “I would say ‘Good morning,’ but you look like yours has been pretty terrible already. Everything okay?”

Amanda collects herself enough to muster a sort-of smile and shrugs. She watches as Angela furrows her brows, contemplating something. Before Amanda can insist that it’s no big deal, she feels herself getting tugged towards the back of the office and led between the costume racks.

“Spill. What’s up with you?”

“It’s nothing, honestly,” God, Amanda feels like she’s a teenager again. It’s stupid that she’s this upset about it.

Angela scoffs and rolls her eyes, “Oh, come on, Amanda. Don’t give me that bullshit. We both know something is wrong,” her tone softens once she sees Amanda’s eyes start to become glassy, “It’s not stupid to be upset.”

She laughs a little, “How did you know that’s what I was thinking?”

“Because I know you. And I’ve never seen you like this before.”

“I appreciate you checking in, Ang,” Amanda sighs, “But I really shouldn’t be getting into it at work.”

“I know we’re coworkers, but we’re friends too, right? It’s fine if you really don’t want to talk about it, but I’m here for you,” she grabs Amanda’s hands and gives them a gentle squeeze. That simple gesture was enough to break down the final brick of Amanda's wall, and suddenly, everything came spilling out.

Two nights ago, she had gotten a call from Ian telling her that she didn’t need to come in for work the next morning, which Angela already knew, seeing as she was the one filling in for Amanda yesterday.

What Angela didn’t know, however, was how Amanda’s jaw tightened when she saw the close friends stories of her coworkers, her friends, having fun while she wasn't there. How she had to stop herself from spiraling as she rewatched the videos over and over again. How disappointed she felt in herself for letting this affect her.

Angela lets go of her hands. Amanda’s heart drops for a moment, thinking that she’s overstepped boundaries and came off immature, until she feels Angela hug her.

“We missed you too, you know?” Angela leans away slightly to look up at Amanda, arms remaining around her waist.

"I hate that I'm feeling this way. It feels so high school of me to be sad about my friends hanging out without me. And it's not even like you all planned to see each other! This is our job and," Amanda bites her lip, hesitant to admit, "I guess the kid in me remembers what it was like to get excluded from things. For the longest time, I was convinced it was a me problem. Maybe I never got over that."

"I get it, but you're right. It's a job where none of us have control over who's scheduled on any given day. It's not just a regular hang out between friends. Because if it was, I want you to believe me when I say we'd want you around every single time."

This time, Amanda is the one that pulls Angela into an embrace, "What would I do without you, Angela?"

"Probably cry alone in the gender-neutral bathroom." Angela laughs.

Amanda has to admit, Smosh is a pretty sweet gig. After all, it brought Angela into her life.

#amanda lehan canto #angela giarratana #amangela #smosh rpf #smosh fanfiction #smosh

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come-on-darling-honey · 2 years ago

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gap year.

EMBRY CALL X FEM!READER

While working at the first beach souvenir shop to save up money in your gap year your childhood friend Embry Call picks you up and imprints on you... after not seeing you for four months.

word count: 5.4k

warnings: explicit language, allusions to smut but no detail. All 18+ minors dni.

"Right sweetheart, I'm going to check out." Ms Call said, grabbing her coat. "Christ its pouring down." Her brown sneakers stopping at the front window.

I both laughed and sighed when looking out the front of the shop. It was pouring... and yeah, I absolutely didn't have a ride home. It didn't look like the rain was going to stop at any moment soon. Working in the first beach gift shop had many upsides... a steady income, a beautiful view of first beach and a serene silence that whimpers in the wind of the beach. But only two busses came by on weekdays like this at 8am just before my shift starts and then at 7pm. With my shift ending at 5pm and the pouring rain halting any attempt of walking all the way to forks from the reservation the future didn't look too dry.

"I'm gonna ask Embry to come pick you up when your shift ends sweetheart, don't say no. There's no way I'm letting you walk in this."

Oh Embry. It'd been a few months since I'd seen him last. He'd cut his hair and somehow grown half a foot in a few weeks. Being close friends growing up sharing shy kisses on the very beach that I now worked at... then not speaking for months. To say it was awkward would be an understatement. It had been a task to not face him in the past few months but going into the back, restocking the shelves and hiding under the desk had been doing me extremely well. He’d cut me off completely after all. And that hurt like a bitch.

"Don't let him go out of his way, I'm sure I can get Kim to come and get me." Kim was currently at the movies with Emily.

"Ah here he is now, Embry love you are not wearing enough layers!"

"Sorry mom." He laughed coming into the shop. shaking off rain from his hair lightly, his tan skin smooth and glistening. His cargo's slightly drenched and Ms Call was correct he only wore a shirt and a thin jacket. Really thin. Like see the outline of him, okay I need to not think about him. I don't think I can do that. Alright focusing on the key chain on the desk. It's kind of cute.

"So, Embry's picking you up at 5pm, when you lock up remember to turn the stereo off dear." She smiled leaving a confused Embry at the shop door.

"No please it's okay." I tried to bargain, avoiding Embry's gaze. And failing. His eyes widened and he couldn't stop staring at me. Ms Call opened the door and tapped his shoulder. He'd just stopped staring at me, and I'd decided to take to staring at the whirling ocean.

"I'll be here at five." I could hear the grin in his voice. Why was he grinning? Why did it feel as if I were being pulled to him. Busying myself with the cd player and hearing the door close and turning around I'd managed to catch Embry driving away, a strong smile on his beautiful face. Wait beautiful? No Embry is strictly within childhood friend category. But God. Look at him. It felt as if my feet were pulling me to him. I turned on the stereo, connecting it to my phone it started playing When I was all over her, by Salvia Palth. Such a beautiful song. That fit this rainy day but felt like someone had stuck their fingers in a stab wound.

After loosing sight of them I felt this strangest emptiness within my lungs. Like I was short of breath, and I had been my entire life, the feeling only rectified when I was with him. No, I’m being insane. Literally insane.

But haven’t I known this my entire life?

Hasn’t every innocent touch and childish giggle led to this? Hasn’t Embry always been that warm reassuring shoulder I could fall onto? The kindness in his smile. The reminder that there will be a better tomorrow. The first foxglove flower to grow in spring, signifying a good hearty summer.

Foxglove was what we helped my grandmother plant outside our house when we were six. I still think of the pale pinks and blue even in winter. Living with my grandma meant my income was really the only income but she would get checks every so often for her books. Writing books on plants and their medicinal properties for the past forty years had kept her going but having my stream of income had helped a lot. However, most of it goes into savings. College doesn’t come cheap. She’d talked about Embry a lot recently saying how I should ‘just go over there and see his face’ which now I wish I had done sooner but I’m not sure why.

Living on the outskirts of Forks her whole life my grandma had grown alongside the elders on the reservation, I was friends with their grandchildren. I met Embry through Jacob, my grandmother adored him. Highschool and middle school were strange, befriending some people in forks and then recounting everything to Embry on the weekend. I remember how my grandma would sit and braid mine, Embry and Jacobs hair on a Sunday morning every weekend in the summer holidays. I still can’t believe he’d cut his hair. It seems like he’s growing it out again which is good but why would he do it?

Three hours passed by slowly and gratuitously. Every minute pulling me along like it hates the next.

I was thankful for that, I guess. Then I wouldn’t have to face him so soon. Wouldn’t have to face what I felt towards him so soon. It should be that love I have held for him my whole life. Our love was a folk song. One that would be passed on the way it’d been passed to us.

When I was seven years old and the two of us went into the woods, we couldn’t have been more than half a mile into the vast wilderness, after climbing a tree I’d ungracefully fallen out of he’d held my hand the entire way home. It felt like it was just the two of us. We had started the journey saying we were going to Europe. On foot. Little bags with snacks and crayons. He’d braided my hair out of my eyes when I’d sat down, the broken arm causing a little too much pain for me. Telling me it wasn’t too far now as he kissed the tears of my cheeks. I can still feel his small hand in my smaller hand. It’d been a short walk, as we grew older, we’d walk and re-walked it over and over going further into the woods every time. It wasn’t a fearful place.

The people at my high school were afraid of it. I wondered if I would’ve been too if my grandma lived further away from it.

Time must have gone faster than I’d thought because next thing I knew the front door opens and Embry comes in. It’s raining even harder now. The ache in me had left, with all the warm air as he opened the door.

“Hey” he smiles. I feel calm. I wish I didn’t feel calm. I wish I could just throw thigs at him. Scream at him for ignoring me.

Instead of responding I realise I needed to lock up about twenty minuets ago.

“Shit.”

He called my name as I ran into the back. Locking up and grabbing my raincoat we wordlessly get ready to go. I come back and he’s watching the ocean. If I just ignore him as much as I can till, he drops me at my house maybe then he’ll realise how fucked up he’s acted towards me. Locking the front door, I prepare myself to run through the rain. Embry ran to the driver’s side and opened my door from within.

“I am sorry, you know.”

I don’t respond. I want him to know how I feel but for some stupid to God reason I can’t spit it out.

“There are some things I need to tell you. I’ve wanted to tell you since it begun but I wasn’t allowed.” He continued. Not starting the car. “But after seeing you today I found out you are the only person I really can tell.” It warms my heart then burns me. How dare he. I stuff down any sweet feeling and spit up my pride.

“it’s been four months and you think everything will be okay now?”

“I know I hurt you but...”

“Just drive Embry.” I cut him off. Being alone never phased me, I’d simply go into the woods or sit in the garden, but I hadn’t had the heart to lately. All the flowers and the beautiful trees reminded me off him and it made me feel so weak. It had made me feel lonely. And I hated that. He knew I hated that.

So he drove. The beautiful winding roads and tall trees.

A cd started playing, I recognised it. The song Shrike, by Hozier played. One of my favourites. I dug my nails into my hands. I always think of him when I hear this song.

“Stop!” I shouted. Screeching, the car pulled to a halt. There on the road directly in front of us was a dog. German Shepard. It’d clearly been injured.

“Shit” Embry muttered, seeing what I had spotted before him. I couldn’t blame him for that the rain was so thick.

“Open the back doors and help me grab her.” I said, my heart leaping from my chest. Before he could say anything in return I ran out of the car. Abandoning all thought and getting soaked to the bone. I felt the freezing cold before I felt my feet hit the ground.

Getting closer I heard little whimpers from the poor thing. Its back left leg twisted in a grim manner I wish I could unsee. My hands slowly reached for her. Staying within his eyeline I stroked her fur. Trying to be as soothing as I could be. Embry had run over at this point. Soaked to the bone from the rain.

“I’ll pick her up, hold on.” And before I could protest because this German Shepard was clearly a two-man job, Embry had picked her up. Putting her in the back of the car I scrambled for the extra blankets I knew Embry kept in the trunk. They’d been the ones I’d lain on with him. The ones we’d carry all the way to the top of a mountain on our hikes, we’d sit on them for our lunch halfway through. It all felt like a blur no words between us both just the heavy breaths of two kids, terrified about the life of this small, beautiful creature in our hands, when we’d both gotten back in the car, I’d grabbed my phone from my bag.

“The vets are open; they’re staying open for us.” I heard a hum of acknowledgement as he sharply turned the car around. Without thinking and only wanting to calm him down I placed my hand on his thigh. Looking back at the dog.

“Give her a name.” He’d said his own hand on top of mine now.

“Dottie” I practically whispered.

“Dottie is a nice name.” He was quieter now. I looked at him and pulled my hand away.

The ride was quick, but it felt long. It was the pained whimpers from Dottie and the strayed moment of Embry and me.

There was a man outside the vets, no doubt waiting for us. He was medium built, his long dark hair tied into a braid at the back of his head. He couldn’t have been older than 45.

Running over to us, he and Embry got Dottie out of the car.

I’d ran to the front desk inside the building, explaining where we’d found her and that I’d take her in if needs be. The woman at the front desk was mousy and thin faced. She smiled and placed her hand on top of mine.

“She’ll be alright, you two seem to have found her rather quickly. Go sit over there with your friend and just wait.” She smiled, a thin lipped one. Her golden earrings shimmering in the static lighting of the vets.

I turned seeing Embry sat on one of the thin, white plastic chairs. Sitting next to him I felt all the air push out of my lungs. It’s like I collapsed into myself.

“That was an eventful ten minutes.” He sighed, breaking the silence.

“it really was.” Silenced filled us up again. Like a solitary leaf on the last day of Autumn.

“We should go to my house after.” He looked at me. Taking in my soaked figure, rain seeping through me. “It’s only five minuets away and well my mom wouldn’t forgive me if I sent you home soaking wet.” He joked, laughing abit. I laughed too, she really wouldn’t. “Plus, you have clean and more importantly dry clothes in my room.” He added, looking away from me. We both had spare clothes at each other’s houses. We had been best friends for almost two decades, of course we did.

“Fine.” Silence again and I cursed myself for being rude and curt when I saw his expression. Like I’d stabbed him. Embry had always felt everything so deeply, so unabashed. It’d always been true with him. He’d never lie about how he felt, even when he clearly wanted to.

“Look, I really can explain everything to you.” He breathed heavily, looking outside to the pouring rain, “You don’t have to forgive me for what I did but please here me out.”

“I don’t know what you could say to provide any reasoning as to why you left me.”

“I didn’t leave you.” He was getting defensive now. So was I.

“You did, I have been alone. Four months. You have ignored me. You have gone out of your way to seem like nothing happened. Being your new friends little lap dog. I get it. People grow apart. But I mean fuck you left me completely.” I finished my little rant. Angrily and stubbornly, I stared at him. Refusing to be the meek girl who immediately forgave the boy for everything he did. I resented him for that. For the fact I was angry. Despite my longing and yearning. I was angry. He was silent, pain flashing across his face. It hurt to hurt him so clearly but sometimes people need to get their feelings hurt to know what they have done is not okay.

There’s always another way. And he didn’t choose that. I tried, calling him. Visiting him. Asking his mom when we were working. I eventually took the hint and gave up but that doesn’t stop the persistent pain I felt.

Standing up as the vet came back in, he said one more thing to me, “I didn’t leave you.”

I scoffed, hoping he heard. He literally did. I can’t think of any way he didn’t leave me. But deep down, past the anger and resentment I knew he was telling the truth. I’d felt it. I’d also felt like a raging idiot, but I felt it. I don’t want to be mean. I want to hug him and love him. But all this pain is embarrassing. It’s annoying. Growing up Embry was one of the only people I would cry in front of. I wanted to cry now. I didn’t really focus on what the vet said. Only really registering anything when we got back into the car. The radio turned back on, John Wayne by Cigarettes after sex started playing. I gave him this cd. Burning all the songs on it myself… with Jacobs help but still.

“I’m sorry.” I forced myself to say. “I mean what you did was shitty, but I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No. you were right. I can’t just throw this on you.” He pulled into his driveway. “But I swear, this will all make a lot of sense. Just listen and ask as many questions as you want.” We ran to his porch.

“Mom! Can you bring us some towels?” We started shedding as many layers as we could before going in, we’d done this routine hundreds of times before. As kids Ms Call would get so annoyed at us for going inside dripping with water, saying we caused more trouble than we were worth.

She laughed when we got inside leaving the clothes on the safety of the porch.

“Look at you two, I swear you’re both eight years old again playing soccer in the rain.” Her smile was as warm as the house we were in. The smoothness of the hardwood floor beneath my feet was familiar and nostalgic. It’d had only been four months, but I could’ve sworn it was only yesterday Embry and I had skidded across these floors in our socks on a Saturday morning. Friday sleepovers were customary, it felt natural to be here on a Friday night. We started drying ourselves off, I only wore a t-shirt and the shorts I’d worn under my jeans for warmth, thankful for them. I used to wear little around Embry before this but since his absence and his… changes I felt intimidated. He was beautiful. No longer holding the softness of youth. He wore just his boxers, clearly unaware. Well, I was glad he was unaware. Going down the corridor to his room everything felt peaceful. The blue walls of his bedroom held so many pictures. I’d never seen this before. Some of him, Quill and Jacob. Some of Jacob and me. And lots of him and I. The one that stood out was me and him going down to the lake when we were kids, holding each other’s hands, his mom had taken it. That I knew. Seeing these up I looked at him, blushing he had clearly not thought about this.

“At least I know you didn’t forget me.” I joked as I went over to his computer. Spotify was already open, sitting down I searched for a playlist. He just laughed lightly and sat on his bed. It was a nice silence, sweeter than the one at the vets. Putting on one I’d made recently I moved over to his bed. I didn’t sit as close to him as I would’ve liked to, but his chest was so? Chiselled?

“Alright be honest have you been eating steroids because no human should gain this much muscle so quickly.” I poked his bicep, rock solid. What the fuck.

“That’s actually part of my explanation and no, no steroids have been ingested.”

Gold rush by Taylor Swift came on, I don’t remember adding it to the playlist. Embry must’ve noticed my light confusion.

“Oh, I added that to my queue before you got here” a beat of silence as I smile at myself, secret swifty. To be fair I felt like getting up and dancing to this song. It’s just so damn good.

“Should we get dressed or do you want to explain first?” I asked, wincing at how sharp the end came out. But he didn’t react how I thought he did. He started laughing. Like clenching gut laughing. “What?” I had started laughing too, not sure what we were laughing at exactly.

“It’s your shirt” He managed to get out through laughs. We’d both stopped laughing after a minute of heavy confused laughter. My shirt had a wolf, I’d got it for two dollars a few weeks ago and decided that it was horrendously ugly, and it was now my favourite shirt ever. It had a lone wolf howling at a yellow moon and all its teeth were blue. It was phenomenal.

“What? This shirt is really cool! All the kids are wearing them!”

He’d started laughing again, I couldn’t help but join again. God it was such an ugly shirt.

“Not only is it just. Wow, so ugly but it’s kind of relevant to, like, what I have to tell you.”

Okay any theory I have has not only just been thrown out of the window but has been lost at sea.

“You started printing awesome t-shirts?”

“Oh, you wish.” He grinned.

“I do! Imagine all the free shirts I’d get!” This felt so natural. So… us. But then the air became serious as he stopped smiling and grabbed my hands. He was so warm, warmer than I remembered. Does memory minimise feeling? Was he always this warm? No winder he wore practically nothing to pick up his mom.

“Do you remember the old legends we used to get told about the tribe’s history and the cold ones?” I nodded, clueless as to where this was going. “Well, they’re true. Every single line. Completely and utterly true.” He no doubt saw the shock in my face. “The cold ones returned, and it forced some of us to… you know... phase.” He stopped waiting for my reaction. I couldn’t say anything. Furious at myself for believing him. Because I did. My grandmother had been talking to someone over the phone about the old tribal legends. I couldn’t stop my mind from whirling. I just squeezed his hand, hoping he'd keep talking.

“And, um, yeah it happened to me. And I couldn’t control it. Sam, the oldest one had taken us in and helped us transition, I guess. See I couldn’t be near you, any strong emotion triggered it to begin with and until I’d gotten it under control, I knew I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t risk hurting you. Sam had hurt Emily and he doesn’t forgive himself. But then I’d gained control over it. But I couldn’t bring myself to see you again.” He’d finished his word vomit. The lack of cohesion and the pained look in his eyes told me enough. His voice was just as naturally quiet as it always was, but the words came out faster and strained. Like he’d wanted to tell me this every day for months.

“Wait so” I took a deep breath in, regaining my focus and letting go of his hands. “You’re a… wolf?”

He nodded, he looked ashamed.

“Did it hurt?”

“I thought I was dying. I couldn’t breathe and every movement was a strained scream.” He looked away. “It was like I was losing myself. That’s when I put up all these photos.” Looking around I couldn’t help but smile. “The memories became like an anchor to not accidently phase.”

The silence that consumed us was one I’d never felt before. It was pregnant with something.

“You said before that you never left me, what did you mean?”

“I kept going to your house,” I looked at him, confused. There’s no way my grandma wouldn’t have said something. “I was in the treeline. I couldn’t sleep, scared the cold ones were going to hurt you.”

“The Cullen’s, right?” I shivered at the thought. I’d been at school with dead bodies? Like living dead people, gross.

“Yes. But they’re gone now. I promise.” I didn’t mention him not leaving me, it felt calming. I hadn’t left his mind; he hadn’t left mine.

“So, why the change of heart?” He looked away, scratching the back of his neck.

“Do you remember the second part of the legend?”

It took me a few seconds. Thinking back to the bonfires Embry invited me and my grandma too growing up.

“Oh yeah imprinting but what does- oh. Oh.”

“Yeah.” He looked heartbroken. Taking my shock as something negative. But I couldn’t really say anything. My heart was in my throat. Scratching and scarping my oesophagus. It felt like my lungs were filling with blood.

Suddenly, I felt like a small robin. Flying and soaring. A glamorous breeze guiding me home. The home was an open window, to blue walls and Embry. I was the tired snake sneaking into Eden to be with him. I was the tired coal miner coming home to his arms. We were the con artists, partners in crime that hid our love in the unspoken touches and glances.

“Do you want this?” I managed to push out of my throat. The idea of this being forced onto him made bile raise in my throat.

“I’ve always wanted this. Ever since we were kids. When I held your hand when you broke your arm. When we’d braid each other’s hair. When you would tell me random facts about plants and birds you’d picked up from your grandma. I’ve always been in love with you. I didn’t need to imprint on you to know that.” He looked at me, I fell into his eyes. If only this had happened a few months ago.

But I’m glad. Despite the pain I know that even without the imprint, I loved him.

“The imprint bond is whatever you want it to be. Please don’t feel forced into anything you don’t want.”

“But what if I do want it?” He froze, hopeful. “I’ve loved you forever. It’s stupid, annoying and painful but it makes me feel like the most amazing person in the world.” I don’t need to explain any further. I know he understands. Of course, he does, the only person that never just tolerated me, he always cared for me.

“I’m sorry I didn’t see you sooner. It’s stupid and childish but I was scared that I wouldn’t imprint on you.”

“Even if you hadn’t, I’d just be glad to have you back in my life.” I practically whispered. The rain was lighter now. The tree outside his window swaying in the wind. Singing to the earth the song of him and I. His smile felt as graceful as the strongest deer.

After more explanations and more reassurance from me, Embry finally relaxed. After he told me about Emily and Leah, what had just happened between us seemed so tame. I couldn’t wait to see Emily again. She and I would be the only imprints. I didn’t like the idea of having to keep this from Kim. I’d have to see how Emily kept it from both of us. It hurt deeply when I thought of Leah. How her entire life revolved around Sam, after what happened. Especially considering the unquestionable grief she is going through due to her father’s untimely passing.

“Do you wanna stay the night?” Embry asked, drawing stars on my thighs as we laid on his bed. Nodding I turned to face him, foreheads touching.

“Do you want to know something sad?” I asked. He whispered a small yes to me, “I thought you’d left me and” I struggled to get it out, heart rebreaking at the memories. “And I thought all the love we had was a delusion, a fantasy. But I couldn’t have been more wrong.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, hand on my face as he started crying. I cried too. It wasn’t just sadness, we cried relief. It felt as if I’d been dusted off. Like some omnipotent being had picked me up gently, assuring me all will well.

I think I feel just as much as Embry does. I think I always have. Maybe that’s why I took this gap year. Of course, I needed to save up for college but… I could’ve just worked and studied. But I needed to be here. I feel so much. So all-consuming it becomes an amalgamation of thoughts. Love is the most confusing emotion. Like anger. The anger I felt towards him was the secondary emotion. All anger is. I was sad. I missed him like a rich man misses hunger. Like the bird misses the first flight. Like a deer misses the leaves every winter. I missed ferociously. I missed him with a vigorous anger of a wailing woman. I became a horror. The emptiness of waking on my own a Saturday was gone. I no longer felt hollow. I felt real.

The night was intimate touches, clumsy movements and immense love in a way we have never experienced before. Never imagined to cross that line of friend to this. By the end of the night we held hands and breathed heavily, Sesame Syrup by Cigarettes after sex being the last song playing before we drifted asleep, it was fitting. Even if neither of us smoke.

The next morning was so bright. All the rain had given the grass this sensational glow. Ms Call had called my grandma last night, no doubt the pair gossiping like excited kids. I felt at peace. My entire world had been recentred when I awoke in his arms. Getting changed into the jeans and sweater I had in his closet I silently creeped through to the kitchen. Getting closer I heard light music trilling through the small house. Ms Call was dancing around the kitchen as she made breakfast. Noticing me she laughed pulling me into her, we danced and cooked. I told her about Dottie, how scared I was. How weak she seemed. But that the vet texted me late last night that they had found her owner, an elderly man who had missed her dearly. She was home. Frail and injured but no longer scared.

Embry wandered into the kitchen confused at all the noise. His eyes heavy with sleep, movements soft and low. His smile gleaned as he saw us. Despite his downright horrible dancing skills, we both pulled him to dance with us. It’d been as if my absence echoed and pained Ms Call as much as it did her son. We danced all morning, after eating breakfast Embry and I decided to go down to Port Angeles to grab Ms Call some flowers and to get some more cd’s for his car. He had told me the acidic feeling he had gotten in his throat when he went to buy them on his own.

I was always a full person without Embry, but with him I was enhanced. I was lively and focused. My movements weren’t the sluggish lugs they had been. He was a homeland. The beautiful village that welcomed me when I was shipwrecked.

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AN/: hello! this was an absolute joy to write! I incorporated a lot of my music taste and some vague background to the readers life. I am absolutely ignoring writing an essay for uni right now. I expect very little action with this, I'm not sure how many people will read for my best boy Embry:(

I do have a part two I'm writing to explain more of the grandmother and Kim's imprinting from Jared! In this Bella doesn't get back with Edward, sorry but I just cannot write for that I don't see any chemistry at all between them. I rewrote a bit of Shifter Lore for the tribe in this as SMeyer's is extremely insensitive and I hate strongly how she made them cut their hair. I basically dislike Smeyer. I have made a spotify playlist with all songs mentioned and other songs that remind me of you and Embry, lmk if anyone wants me to share it :)

My requests are open! I write for all twilight characters and some other shows :) Thank you for reading this far. I love you, eat well and have a good new year!

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staranghae · 9 months ago

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one. -> hate at first sight

warnings. profanity, mentions of murder (but it's lighthearted) wc. 1.6K

It wasn’t even surprising at this point. The sky is blue, the sun rises from the east, and Y/N is late for her 8AM. I mean, it was your fault that despite waking up late, you still stood in line at the campus cafe to get your americano. You justified it by telling yourself you would not understand the material if you didn’t have your caffeine, but the caffeine isn’t of any use if you aren't in class, now is it? Lost in your thoughts, you don’t even notice the 6’2” beanpole walking towards you.

Mingyu was late to class. Mingyu. Kim Mingyu was late to class. He was never late to class, let alone a stupid 8AM. But then again, who can he blame but himself? He was the one who still wanted his coffee despite having woken up late. He’s cursing himself out and walking so fast that he doesn’t even notice when the collision happens

You scream as you feel the icy drink hit you, successfully pulling the guy in front of you out of his thoughts. His eyes widen as he pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket, handing it to you with an apologetic smile.

“I’m so sorry, it’s just that I was late for class and didn’t notice you coming.” He explains sheepishly. You roll your eyes, a sarcastic smirk playing on your lips.

“Even I’m late for class, you don’t see me bulldozing my way through campus, do you?” You retort, clearly angry.

He’s about to say something when he hears you mutter something under your breath

“Pagal log, pata nahi kahan se aa jate hain” (Crazy people, don’t know where they come from)

He merely smirks before answering you, “Mumbai. Crazy people like me come from Mumbai.”

You look at him incredulously before walking away from him and the entire conversation. In a moment of fury, you turn around and yell back at him, “Even I’m from Mumbai, so FUCK YOU!”

Finally at peace with the encounter, you run off to class, your untouched coffee in Mingyu’s hands.

Mingyu watches you run off to class and can’t help but laugh at the sheer absurdity of the situation. He throws his now empty coffee cup in the trash before drinking yours. As he walks into his building, he realises something.

You are the only other Indian student on campus, and you hate him. Great. Just great.

Also, he never got your name.

The next time you meet the ‘beanpole’, as your friends had dubbed him after listening to your encounter with the man, it’s the same way as before. Except this time, you are the one at fault.

You’re walking to the library while on the phone with your mother, who was per usual, rambling about you getting married so you can take over your father’s ‘empire’ (her words, not yours). You let out an exasperated sigh and are about to tell her that there’s still 5 whole months left for you to graduate when you, quite literally, walk into him. Him as in the ‘beanpole’ from the incident 3 weeks ago.

In hindsight, it was your fault the collision happened in the first place. But you, in your frustration, yell at him to fucking move and not stand in the way of people who have places to be, unlike himself.

Mingyu had been having a painfully average day until he had gone to the campus cafe to get his daily dose of caffeine. The coffee hadn’t even touched his lips before someone, literally, walked into him, resulting in him spilling his coffee all over his brand new tee. He looked at the person only to realise it was you, the Indian kid from last time. He was about to comment on how you two should really stop pouring coffee on each other when he’s interrupted by you…yelling?

He’s a nice person, really. But when you start yelling at him unprompted for something that was clearly your fault, Mingyu all but loses it.

“Okay! This ends here! I don’t know who you think you are, but this time, it is YOUR fault. I will admit, last time I was being an idiot but you do not get to yell at me for something YOU did. And anyway, you seem completely fine, I’M the one drenched in coffee, aren’t I?!”

Now, it’s your turn to be dumbstruck by him. You just blink at him a few times before collecting yourself.

“I’m sorry for that. I shouldn’t have that.” and with that, you leave the cafe.

It’s after you're well out of his line of sight that he realises.

He still didn’t get your name. But come to think of it, he doesn’t even want to know your name at this point. So what if you’re the only Indian kid? He can survive with his current friends just fine.

The next time the two of you are in each other’s vicinity, it’s a restaurant an hour away from campus. You had booked a booth with your friends for a celebratory dinner on the occasion of finals week ending and Mingyu was there for Eunwoo’s birthday.

“I mean, the awning is meant for people to stand under and drink their coffee, you’re the one that had ‘places to be’ so if anything, you should be apologising to him” your best friend, Jennifer tells you. Karina nods affirmatively, engrossed in whatever she’s doing on her phone. You sigh (albeit, dramatically) before answering her,

“I thought you guys were my friends, I guess not.”

“We are your friends, which is why we’re telling you to apologise for something that was clearly your fault.”

Karina doesn’t respond to that, which prompts the two of you to look at her, only to find her texting someone with a lovesick stupid grin plastered on her face. Both you and Jennifer sigh in unison when you remember the date.

30th March.

Her boyfriend’s birthday.

You knock on the table to get her attention.

“Karina! I am going through a crisis here. This is not the time to be texting your birthday boy.”

“And here I am listening to you when I should be with my birthday boy! What more do you want from me, y/n? My soul?!”

Jennifer merely chuckles at your exchange, having gotten used to your catfights. Just another booth over, a very similar conversation was taking place.

Mingyu huffs as he drops his backpack onto one of the seats in the booth. Both Jeongguk and Eunwoo’s classes ended before his, so he was the last one there.

“You made it! And, you aren’t drenched in coffee!” exclaims Jeongguk. Eunwoo lets out a laugh at the unexpected comment. Mingyu grumbles out something about having ‘fucking idiots for friends’ when Eunwoo’s phones goes off. His face visibly falls when he reads the text. Mingyu and Jeongguk exchange a glance before asking him,

“What happened?”

He sighs sadly before looking at them.

“Karina said she’s going to be late because her friend’s going through something.”

Mingyu immediately lights up with an idea to cheer up his friend. After all, no one should be sad on their birthday.

“How about this? I’ll tell y’all about my week until your girl gets here, cool?”

“Yeah, that seems like a good idea. So, what’d the coffee girl do this week?”

“Don’t even get me started, Woo.”

An hour later, you’re finally done lamenting to your friends about everything that’s happened since the last time you saw them. Karina asks you at least thrice if you’re done so she can finally go to her boyfriend. You and Jennifer look at each other and collectively pass a comment about how much she LOVES her boyfriend and she calls you a ‘pathetic bachelor’ in return.

As she get out of the booth, you and Jennifer follow her out, having finished your cakes and taking your coffee to go. Karina stops abruptly, resulting in you bumping into her back. You’re about to make a snarky remark about how she’s late to her boyfriend’s birthday lunch when you see him.

Mingyu was finally done updating his friends about his week when Eunwoo’s phone lit up with another text, presumably his girlfriend. He smiles as he reads out the text to the two sitting in front of him.

“Just got done with girls. On my way.”

Jeongguk says something about her having perfect timing, but Mingyu ignores in favour of gawking at the devil outside his booth. You.

The two of you obviously have issues to work through because the next thing you know, you’re swinging your coffee at him. And at the same time, he grabs his milkshake to throw at you. Time seems to slow down as the two of you realise what you just did. The realisation doesn’t even set in completely before you’re being pulled away by your friends and Mingyu by his.

Yunjin drags you to the restroom to clean you up to some extent. Karina comes in and promptly yells at you. “Do you even know who he is?!”

Meanwhile, in the men’s room, Jeongguk’s giving Mingyu his spare shirt for him to change into as Eunwoo screams at him, “Do you even know who she is?!”

Both Karina and Eunwoo, unbeknownst to them, yell out in unison,

“That person might as well be royalty with how much influence they have. And you just threw your drink on them like it’s NOTHING?!”

Confused, you ask her for his name,

“His name is Mingyu.”

Puzzled, he asks him for your name,

“Her name is Y/N.”

While he reeks of coffee, he at least got your name. Y/N. ‘It suits you’, he thinks in the far corner of his mind.

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a/n.DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNN. And here we have it folks, the first ever chapter of ABLS! WOOHOO, WE CHEERED. also, ABLS! will be going on an indefinite hiatus so....yeah. heheh.

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newobsessioneveryweek · 5 months ago

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You have an story idea where Travis dies !

Tell me more 👀 (even though it makes me so sad when one of the full siblings die 😭, like Fred and George Weasley. Only reason I liked that the Stolls are background characters is that Rick didn’t thought it was necessary to kill of them, my heart would have been broken)

That's so valid😭😂 Rick, keep them alive so we can give them the spotlight ourselves. No deaths required, stay back Riordan!

Okay okay okay! I'm so glad you asked, Coco!

This idea has gone through several very tragic iterations and all of them are still equally eligible to be written :]

But the one that started it all goes as follows:

Like I said in the previous post where I mentioned the idea, this takes place before and during the TOA series

After the Battle with Gaea, Connor has a nightmare of Travis dying in some huge battle

This happens literally the night before Travis has to leave for college

Connor begs him on his knees to stay but Travis just reassures him that everything is fine and that there's no need to worry about the war anymore

Reluctantly Connor lets him go.

So Travis goes to college (in New Rome because I cannot be arsed to do my research on American universities and because it's convenient for the plot. VERY convenient indeed)

Connor feels infinitely more secure knowing he's brother is safe in a protected area and doesn't have to fight monsters all the time out in the mortal world

He's still sad that he's gone and goes through the mourning period as one does when your person is snatched from you by the cruelties of adulthood

But after that he's less moody and depressed

That is until that nightmare returns after a few weeks and this time it's way more vivid and terrifying

This happens out of nowhere too!

Just, one night, all of a sudden, BAM! Your brother is going to die horribly in battle and you won't even be there to say goodbye

Obvious panic attack ensues

He calls Travis via IM and he answers. This occurs during the witching hour (aka, go-tf-to-sleep o'clock) so Travis wakes up with the full intent to tell his brother to piss off because he's got a huge test at 8AM and needs to sleep

But then he notices the clear distress on his brother's face and changes course

Connor tells him about the dream and Travis does his best to comfort him

Does the whole "the war is over", "no, no monsters have appeared at all", "yes everything is fine and I'm fine and nothing bad is going to happen here ever" spiel and finally Connor calms down and goes back to sleep

But the nightmares keep happening

Connor keeps calling his brother

Travis keeps doing his best to calm him down

But it's getting tiring so after a week of this he decides "fuck it, I'm never sleeping again.”

He stays awake for three whole days, much to the dislike of literally everyone

He barely eats more than what is necessary to keep him alive

At one point Will tries to drug him

At another he has Clovis knock him out

*This idea coincides/collaborates with another fic I've got on the old to-do list btw. That fic begins here. I shan't explain it but basically Connor, Will, and Nico go on a quest :]

When they get back it's to communications being down

When the dream happens again Connor is convinced it's more than a dream and tried to call his brother

It doesn't go through

Connor decides "fuck it" again and breaks into the Big House to use Chiron's phone

This doesn't work either and Chiron catches him in the living room in a state of sheer terror and asks what's going on

Connor tells him everything that happened in his dream/vision and Chiron tries to convince him that it was just a nightmare

Neither of them believe that but Connor lets it go and instead opts to panic in silence because Chiron clearly isn't helping

He tries IMs again in the morning but still nothing

He is now in a perpetual bad mood

Then people start disappearing

Cecil disappears

Everything in life sucks

Then Apollo shows up!

They find Cecil but now he is this 🤏🏻 close to just taking the Grey Sisters' taxi to California to bring Travis back to camp but Chiron reminds him that he has a responsibility to his cabin as their councillor and he stays

After all, he can't have a repeat of what just happened to Cecil

TOA happens. The Tyrant's Tomb takes place

Travis… dies in the battle at New Rome

Apollo mentions in the book that he remembered the faces and names of everyone who died in the battle or something like that

And he notices a familiar face among the casualties

And realises he has a call to make now that communications are up and running

He chickens out and IMs Will instead to deliver the message

The following interaction ensues (basically)

Apollo: Can you pass on a message to Connor--

Will: Oh, Connor? He's right here!

Apollo, panicking: Oh, no, actually, it can wait--

Will, calling Connor over: Connor, it's for you!

Connor, leaning into the frame: Oh! Hi, Apollo! Will said you wanted to tell me something? Oh, wait, are you at New Rome? Is Travis around? Can you tell him to call me when he's not busy?

Oh boy

What's the worst mental breakdown you've ever experienced? *Insert here*

There's no happy-go-lucky way to end this but the absolute best thing I can do to soften the heart-wrenching angst of such content is to summon forth the Chthonic aspects of Hermes for my own selfish purposes and let Connor say goodbye to his brother or have Nico deliver the message

It's also a huge deal that they would cremate his body at a Roman camp in the Roman tradition and Connor demands that they bring his body home so they can say goodbye properly because Travis is Greek! He's Greek! He's not supposed to be there and it's so unfair that they get to say goodbye to him. Why do they get to see him off and not him? They're strangers! They're not even his real family-- not even his brother! Why can't Connor say goodbye?

Connor says all this during his breakdown btw because fuck if that's not true

Imagine not even being able to do the proper funeral rites for your own brother

Imagine some randoms from another culture take that away from you

I would be pissed

Also, Will is a very supportive friend in the midst of this

In another iteration Connor never tells Travis about the dream so when it actually comes true he convinces himself that he killed his brother

That he should have warned him about the battle

That if he had told him Travis would have come back or he could have prepared better or the whole thing could have been avoided in some way

In yet another iteration

Apollo doesn't share the news until after he gets his godhood back

In yet another iteration, Apollo doesn't share the news at all! Percy and Annabeth do

They find out what happened when they get to New Rome themselves after their quest

Please let me know what you think☺️ and thank you for taking an interest in my ideas my friend 🫶🏻🩷

#trials of apollo #connor stoll #travis stoll #lester papadopoulos #will solace #asks

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imdoingsortagay · 1 year ago

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I have request 👉👈 president! Agatha Harkness x First Lady! R being the perfect couple and smut

Day in the Life of the Harkness Family

Summary: a glimpse of what the president and her wife do during their day.

Warnings : Presidential stuff, meetings, soft agatha, some smut so 18+ minors dni or I'm throwing bricks

5am- Waking up to go and workout

Agatha always started her day with an hour workout, dragging you along with her as it was always best to keep your health up while all you wanted was to sleep in with her in bed.

" Aggie," you whine as Agatha holds your hand on the way to the gym in the white house. your wife pays no mind to your complaining as she knows that the moment that you see her working out, it'll get you to shut up.

" yes my love?" she asks you sweetly.

" Why can't we-"

" Stay in bed and cuddle until I go to my morning meetings? baby, I know you enough to know what you say every time" she explains as one of the guards goes to open the gym.

About 30 minutes into the workout, Agatha will giggle as you watch from one of the treadmills as she's lifting weights.

7:30am- Breakfest

While Agatha did know there was a chef on the property for her to make food, she always enjoyed her mornings making different foods for the both of you to eat. She'd tell the chef to come in at 8am, meaning there were 30 minutes when both of you would be in the kitchen giggling, making pancakes, eggs, waffles, or whatever food you were craving.

" Did you feed Ebony y/n"?

" I did my dear," you tell her setting up the table for the both of you," and Senor Scratchy also got fed of course".

" Orange juice or coffee babe?"

" With my eggs? Coffee duh" you tell her. Agatha and you sit in silence as you eat next to each other, your wife reading some papers for a meeting she has soon while you read the newspaper.

9am- Meetings and First Lady Duties

" What happended to doing your duties y/n?"

" Dropping you off to your first meeting of the day with Barkley is a part of my duties baby, then I have to go help set up with the planner for a tea party with a group from Nevada", she hears you explain and before she knows it, Agatha is at the oval office. While she wants to spend the rest of the day with you doing nothing, Agatha knows that she has duties to attend to.

"I love you, Agatha," you say as you give her a kiss on the cheek>

" And I love you," she giggles.

" No Aggie I love -"

" Harkness can you stop with the lovey dovey shit we have a meeting literally now?" Jennifer barges out of the office, annoyed that she has to hear the both of you act like this every time that you drop her off at the office.

" Love seeing you Barkley, long time no see," you say " i see you still haven't gotten better with your attitude since nobody wants to f-"

" Baby, how about you go and do your duties while Vice President and I have a meeting?" Agatha asks before you give your wife a quick kiss on the cheek and walk away while her Vp goes back into the office.

" Jenny you know you have to be nice to my wife right ?" Agatha asks while the other woman tries her best to avoid eye contact, already wanting to get this meeting over with.

" I had to deal with the idiots in the Senate on a bill they can't seem to ever pass a bill," She grumbles.

" I'm Sorry Jenny," Agatha starts off," How about you take a bit to destress while i read some of these papers for later?"

" How though? "

12pm- Lunch with Agatha

" Knock knock," she hears you say as you walk in, bringing in some lunch that was made for you.

" How was the meeting with Barkley? Did she behave for you or did you have to show her how to?"

" Told her to destress with Senator Debella and she started blushing like crazy at the mention of the woman babe you should have seen it,” Agatha chuckles, never failing to tease the woman about her crushes

" Those ladies need to confront their feelings for each other or else we might need to lock them in a closet," and Agatha laughs at your comment.

" Maybe I should help you destress a bit too dear," you say in a seductive tone," We still have a busy day around here, might as well help my bunny in the office for a bit".

All Agatha can do is nod at your idea, letting you take off her suit pants slowly along with her panties. The moment that you use two fingers to feel how wet the woman next to you is, Agatha tries her best to be quiet.

" You want Daddy to help you out, sweet Bunny?"

Agatha nods before she feels one finger go into her wet cunt, wasting no time in taking off her jacket and shirt to leave marks all over her chest for later in bed.

2:50pm- Getting ready before a press event

Agatha was a bit nervous about this press event, with only a month of preparation all she wanted was for this to go okay. It's the first event that the white house is hosting during pride month ever and she hopes all goes well.

" You need a pep talk honey?" she hears you ask. You had happily volunteered to do her makeup for the pride event, adding a subtle rainbow eyeshadow look to her attire.

" M'fine baby," she tells you," Just having you here with me before I'm bombarded with the press is all I need".

" Okay honey," you start off," Did you want to hear about who I saw walk out of Barkley's office?

7pm- Walk around the White House

The event went better than expected, while on the outside she was cool as a cucumber, you could spot from a mile away how your wife was playing with her wedding ring to calm down as one of the reporters was asking her questions about where the idea to do this came from.

Agatha was grateful that you had quickly jumped to her side to calm her down and held her hand while she was talking to a couple of the press who came to write stories.

Now came your favorite time of the day, taking a long walk around the Whitehouse with a couple secret service agents not too far behind to ensure the safety of the two of you.

" Did you know that I appreciate you so fucking much y/n? Like so goddam much?".

" I know Aggie," you say as she looks around, wondering how she got so lucky to have you after the chaos of being an important member of the United States.

Months of grueling campaign stops, rallies, and threats didn't deter you away from her when you knew she would make a wonderful President.

9pm- in bed

" Can I make you feel good tonight Daddy?" Agatha asks in the sweetest tone.

She was in complete bliss after the 2 orgasms you had given her and you assumed that she just wanted to go to sleep right after the stressful day she had.

" Oh you can sweet bunny," you tell her in a sweet tone before she starts to leave kisses all over your body, leaving a couple of marks before making her way to your wet cunt. She wastes no time in licking your cunt and you wrap your hands in her hair to ensure that she says right there.

" Such a good bunny for her Daddy," she hears you say before letting out moans.

It doesn't take long before you cum from her mouth on your cunt, Agatha helping you calm down before she moves back up to cuddle with you.

" Fuck I love you, sweet Agatha".

#lizs writing #liz blurbs #agatha harkness fluff #agatha harkness smut #agatha harkness x reader #marvel imagine

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bangtiddies · 1 year ago

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Fizzy

Pairing: Alien!Hoseok x Reader Genre: Romance, Fluff, Sci-fi Rating: PG Words: 1.4k Warnings: very very cheesy

Summary: Hoseok, the new resident living in the capsule that landed in your backyard, is now interested in giving flowers, holding hands, and going on dates.

Note: unedited because I’m a fool. It's been so long I'm so rusty I'm sorry. HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO MY SUNFLOWER, MY LOVE @youtifulhobi I hope you had a lovely birthday!! Hugs and kisses xx

It starts with flowers.

Fully thought out messages in carefully wrapped bouquets, bringing meanings of flowers together. Flowers for beauty, flowers for care, flowers for happiness. He would hint that there’s meaning in each bouquet he gives you and with every new bouquet, you find yourself more interested in flowers and their meanings. You didn’t think that your new resident would be teaching you new things while learning about Earth himself, but here you are.

Then, he starts giving you gifts.

Little jewellery he crafted himself in his little capsule, made with mysterious materials. He’s still yet to tell you what materials they’re made of but you don’t dwell on it, admiring each item he gives you. The jewellery sparkle under the sunlight and your heart skips a beat at the thought of how delicately he would’ve made them.

After about a week, he starts wondering out loud about holding hands.

“Why do humans do it?” Hoseok asks, a cute pout on his lips as he stares at one of his human hands. It goes transparent for a split second, as if he’s about to compare it to his other form. He sighs and wills it back to human.

To be completely honest, you can’t answer his question because you also have no idea why. “Skinship, I guess?” you stutter out instead and give him an awkward smile.

He narrows his eyes. “You are uncertain.”

“I mean, that’s why I’m guessing,” you laugh nervously.

Without saying a word, Hoseok grabs your hand. You let out a weird squeak at the sudden touch, heat rushing to your cheeks. He picks up on your flustered emotions easily and smiles.

“Y/N, go on a date with me tomorrow.”

The following morning, Hoseok greets you with a bouquet of flowers and a heart shaped smile. The scene is somewhat nostalgic, reminding you of the first time you saw him like this — back when he asked you to start his experience in romance. You didn’t think he’d be serious about it back then, but the past couple of weeks have proved otherwise.

You can’t take your eyes off of him, his styled hair, his outfit stylish but casual. There’s an air of the elegance he wore when he stood there a little over a week ago but without the outdated getup. His smile widens when he notices your eyes on him, and you quickly shift your gaze away in embarrassment.

“Um,” you let out, tossing up between feeling embarrassed or exasperated. “I just woke up.”

Hoseok blinks. “Yes, I can see that. You look like you had a rejuvenating sleep.”

“We’re not… doing the date thing now, right?”

“It is today, is it not?”

You want to throw your hands against your face. “It’s 8am, Hobi.”

“Yes,” Hoseok says with a frown, not understanding why you’re talking about the time. You sigh heavily. You toss through some words in your mind, wondering how to explain why it’s too early to go on a date. How to tell him that you’re literally standing in your living area in your pyjama shorts and singlet - clothing that’s certainly not appropriate for a first date.

“A date needs a little more planning than deciding the day,” you say slowly, making sure you have your words right. “Say we have a coffee date at 10am, at the café down the road.”

“Oh,” Hoseok lights up. “Yes! A date consists of an outing!”

“Yes, and getting ready.”

He looks at your attire, possibly finally realising where you’re coming from. “Okay, we can meet at the café down the road in two hours.”

“Great,” you smile.

“I will give you time to prepare,” Hoseok says, giving you a smile and a little wave, before turning to leave the room.

“Wait,” you call out. Hoseok stops, turns back to you with a puzzled expression, and you start to feel a little embarrassed about what you were going to say next. “Leave the flowers here.”

“I had them prepared for the da-”

“Please,” you say, not wanting admit that you’re afraid of the stares you’re bound to get at the café when Hoseok, handsome as he is, arrives with the bouquet. “I want to decorate them here now.”

Hoseok pouts a little. He probably intended the flowers to be present throughout your date. But he hands you the bouquet without complaint, and promises to see you later before leaving the room.

You feel a little bad but when you look down at the flowers in your hands, warmth spreads across your chest. You feel a little bit of joy when you think about how others won’t be able to see Hoseok with flowers. Realising your thoughts, you shake them away.

Time to get ready for the date.

When you arrive at the café at five minutes before 10am, you notice that Hoseok is already there, waiting at a table with two glasses of sparkling water on it. He’s slowly sipping on one, curious eyes wide and amused.

You frown at the sight. Hoseok is usually literal with his words and you expected him to be there at exactly 10am. You thought you had a little bit of time to sit down and collect yourself.

“Y/N!” Hoseok’s eyes light up when you notices you walking toward him and waves with excitement.

“Hi,” you smile, sitting down at the other seat on the table.

“Y/N,” he says, eyes on you, taking you in. “You are beautiful.”

Your face heats up at the compliment, not wanting to think about the effort you made for this date. This is for Hoseok’s research, you tell yourself. It’s not a real date.

The last bit strikes a little nerve in you, and before your thoughts end up putting you down, you blurt out, “Thanks, you look beautiful too.”

He smiles wide, it’s a heart shaped smile, and it’s so bright that you wonder if you’ll go blind. Your previous thoughts melt away from the warmth of his smile and you can’t help but smile too.

Then, you finally question your thoughts from earlier. “You’re early,” you tell him, a little curious.

“Oh, yes,” Hoseok nods. “My research tells me that it is best to be about fifteen minutes early for a meeting.”

“This is a date.”

“We are meeting as well, are we not?” He looks puzzled. You decide not to go further.

“Uh, yeah, we are, I guess.”

“Y/N!” Hoseok exclaims, changing the subject, eyes sparkling like the water in front of him as he pushes a glass to you. “The waiting lady put these here when I asked for a table. I gather that it is something to drink. It is very interesting. It feels like stars on my tongue.”

“You know what stars taste like?” You don’t hear much of Hoseok’s life before Earth. You’ve always wanted to know more about him, about his species, and what led to him crash-landing in your backyard.

“Oh no, I have not had real stars on my tongue. But I do not know how to explain the feeling from this drink.”

You’re a little disappointed that you didn’t spark a conversation about his past, but his amusement for new things keeps your spirits up.

“It’s called sparkling water. It’s carbonated so the water’s fizzy.”

“Fizzy…” Hoseok repeats. “Fizzy, fizzy, fizzy.”

The new word flows off his lips as he repeats it. He looks so excited. Your heart warms.

The waitress arrives shortly after, asking if you’re ready to order. You spend the next hour or so at the café, chatting with excitement for new things over coffee and cakes. The world is yours and Hoseok’s, the stares you were concerned about earlier no longer a problem.

On the way home, Hoseok asks if he could hold your hand.

“This is a date,” he says with his bright smile.

If he asked a few hours earlier, in the morning when he gifted you the bouquet of flowers, you may have been too embarrassed. You probably would’ve refused to hold his hand, spouting the first excuse that would appear in your mind.

But now, tummy filled with coffee and cake, heart filled with the warmth of his smiles, mind filled with the scenes of excitement over his discoveries, you let his hand intertwine with yours.

And if you spend the night thinking about how well your hands fit together, that’s something you’ll keep to yourself for now.

#bts fanfic #bts fanfction #bts drabble #bts scenarios #bts scenario #hoseok #jung hoseok #jhope #bts jhope #jhope fanfic #aliens #scifi #x reader #bts fluff #bts romance #romance #fluff #drabble

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hellfireeddiemunson · 2 years ago

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W A I T IM SO DUMB OMG

I did the wrong fucking math of when i needed to be at work and i’m actually glad i woke up now bc i need to be awake

i went to bed at like 10pm lastnight bc i was so tired i kept dozing off but also bc i was just soooooo bored i was like why be awake !

the problem now is i’m awake and i don’t actually need to be up for work for another hour and 45 mins. 🧍🏻

#in at 8:30 have to leave here by 8 and my dumbass really had my alarm set for 7:45. yOU DUMB BITCH!!!!!!!#anyways i hate saturdays so much i can never do the right math on when i need to wake the fuck up i fight with myself every single time #i’m glad i only do it every other week but jesus christ i hate it so fucking bad i don’t want to do them AT ALL #i’ve tried so hard to get out of working them and it never fucking works bc nobody else wants to do them either but it’s like can this one #fucking coworker i have just take one for the team and work them every week like fuck you i had to do it so should you >:(#ALSO i have to get rides home and i walk in and i’m like a good 30+ minute walk and my coworker is not even five minutes away 😒#like bitch you’re telling me you can’t wake up on saturdays like 30 mins before you have to leave and then go??? like i have to wake up #sooooo early to make sure i’m up and dressed and ready and then i’m still always late bc i can’t fucking predict walking and how it’ll go bc #anyone else walking or drivers make it better or worse depending on the day and it’s just frustrating i don’t want to work saturdays #also coworker only works shifts that are like 4-5 hours long usually and saturday is their only long day AND all of their other shifts start #at fucjing noon like you can’t fucking suck it up and work a full shift once a week!!!!???? ok bitch #and like if they’d do the saturdays i’d have no problem working every monday so they’d have two full days off every week!!! and so would i!!#but no instead we get to switch off every other monday and saturday and if u work saturday u get sunday off and then go right back in monday #and then work til friday and get three days off #which is literally fucking exhausting for me bc i don’t get to sleep the fuck in on my tues-fri shifts bc i go in at 8am evryday so it’s lik #work saturday from 8:30-4:30 then off sunday then back monday 10-5 then the rest of the week til friday is 8-2ish and then ill finally have #three days off in which i just feel like a fucking half of a human shell and that’s It #like ok cool if my 19 year old coworker can live like that but i’m 25 now and i’ve barely been getting through it for like the past two year #years* bc before this coworker we had my friend working for us and she would switch saturdays/mondays with me too only it was fucking ten #times worse bc (and i love her to death frfrfrfr) she would call thebfucj out all the time and if she didn’t call out she would make me #facetime her for the entire saturday shift bc she was anxious of being there alone even tho she’d done it two years in a row #i just. i want to have a break bitch i deserve to get what i want bc i am making minimum fucking wage at a job i’ve been at for five years #anywyas i will shut the fuck uo now so i can wake up for worky work

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certifiedbitch777 · 10 months ago

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New Year, New Me?

Entry Date: 2/2/2024

I am currently 23 years old. The age I always hear carries the most tribulations for our early 20s, which has pretty much been my pain point as I have no idea what I'm doing in life.

Shocking, I know, right?

Before I got my current corporate job, I had so much passion. I want to try out everything in life. I wanted to be a writer, dancer, singer, actor, psychologist - Shit, I even tried to do IT because why the fuck not? I had so much energy and drive I felt like I could conquer the world. And yet, here I am now, and I have no passion, interest, or drive. I'm literally just floating in life right now, not knowing what the fuck to do next.

I'm in survival mode, to be honest. The only thing that is hardwired into my brain is the goal of getting this shmoney.

Despite all this, I still feel lazy since I have no ambition for anything outside of money. My mind is plagued by what I should and shouldn't do and all I can land on is 'I don't fucking know :|'.

Regardless of this unclarity and lack of ambition, I only want a clear sense of direction. I want to get going already, but I don't know what steps to take. Again, I understand I'm only 23 years old, but still. I need that clarity to take action on a path I know I will be satisfied with, but once again IDFK.

There's no way around this phase at this point; It's inevitable. The only thing I guess I can implement is going on a deep assessment of my life (once again) and reviewing what is and isn't working for me. I've just been avoiding doing this because it is tiring and tedious.

Fuck, maybe I'm just being lazy.

I mean, tbh, it isn't fun; It just sounds like a load of work.

Damn, I think I'm lazy...

I mean, they say it takes 30 to 60 days to break a habit. I'll start looking into my bad habits and see what I can get out of that.

Here's a list of my current shitty habits that I'll be challenging:

Sleeping before or at midnight: My sleep schedule is terrible for a variety of reasons, but I want to start sleeping before midnight to practice better sleeping habits. For reference, I typically stay up until 3am despite working in the morning.

Waking up before 8am: Okay, so this is mainly to be able to study for my permit (Yes, I'm 23 and don't know how to drive. Who's gonna check me??) and work out. This will also allow me downtime after work (5pm).

Consistent Oral Hygiene: Okay, before y'all supposedly clean freaks call me gross, I'm not saying I don't brush my teeth. I do, and twice a day at that, along with using my Therabreath mouthwash. I just need to be consistent with flossing, specifically at night. I've been getting better at it, but I want to implement it into my daily routine.

Taking Daily Medications: I suck at consistently taking my mood stabilizers, as it just makes me feel dreary and sleepy throughout the day. Since I stopped taking it consistently, my mood hasn't been the best. Needless to say, I'm not gonna do that anymore.

Working Out: I've been athletic for as long as I can remember. However, in recent years, I've been on and off and want to get back to having a snatched waist with a phat dumpy. I'm already comfortable with my current size, but to be back in shape wouldn't hurt. I think I'll be sharing my journey with pictures every so often so that you guys can have a realistic peek into my journey.

Eating Habits: I need to eat healthier, PERIOD. I don't have the worst eating, but it's terrible for me because I'm very impulsive with food and suffer from an eating disorder. I have toggled between binging and starving myself many times in the past, so I want to try to find that sweet spot where I can eat healthily and not feel deprived to the point where I binge.

Prioritize Health: Both physical and mental. I suck at this and, at times, can let work take a toll on my everything. Last year almost broke me, and I don't want this year to be the same. I need to be happy and healthy. No comprising at all.

So yeah, that's my list. Once again, I'm just going to point out I am a lazy girl and I have terrible habits, however, I do want to make a change because I'm really tired of this loop.

I want to reach all of my financial, personal, and career goals this year so badly. The good thing is I have some steps to outline what I need to change. The challenge is pushing through to get the end result :\

Anyway, I will most likely post my initial progress for my journey for working out and do bi-weekly check-ins to track my progress.

This may sound corny, but New Year, New Me?

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arothroughtheheart · 9 months ago

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For your own sanity, don't think about the logistics of the sports festival in BNHA

On the surface, it seems simple. One a year, U.A. students take part in a public event where they compete against their classmates in several events

But having to look deeper for fic writing purposes, I have discovered that it is one of the most nonsensical events ever put to paper.

Firstly: To get it out of the way, it is low hanging fruit, but the fact that it is described as the replacement for the olympics. Words cannot describe how hilarious that is to me.

The Olympics. An event with history from thousands of years ago, involving hundreds of countries from across the world, all coming together to compete to be the physical peak of their sport, showcasing humanity's talent and determination.

It's definitely comparable to a competition not just entirely within one country, not just having almost no sports, not just with TEENAGE competitors,but

In ONE. SPECIFIC. SCHOOL.

I'm crying.

Secondly. Where are the other years doing theirs?

'Oh, they take place on different days'

Oh you'd think so wouldn't you. But there are two things we know about the other years' festivals:

1. On the outside of the stadium, there are signs pointing to the 'Second year stage' and 'Third year stage'

2. Nezu is said to not be at the first year event because he is always at the third year one.

From these two things, we can conclude that all three take place at the same time.

There's only one way that can be true.

We are to believe that there are THREE massive stadiums on U.A. grounds

That is utterly absurd

They don't even use them for anything else!

But that's too crazy to be true. If we stretch our facts a little, we can come up with a slightly more plausible explanation

When it's said that Nezu is busy at the third year event, that doesn't have to mean he's literally there now, doing the announcements and whatever. The sports festival is a big event, and he is the principal. It's equally likely that he's busy doing preparations for the third years.

So then, our alternative explanation is this: The first year sport is festival starts first. The second and third years have theirs afterwards. All in the same day, but not strictly the same time.

Now, I am ignoring something. After the first year cavalry event, Present Mic calls for an hour lunch break. For my own sanity, I am going to pretend that happens during the middle of the day as a whole, and not the first years events.

Now, fitting a race, a team event, and a whole tournament for three different years is a lot. It takes time. But the sports festival is a special event, it does not have to be limited by the U.A. timetable. The Olympics does not care for school hours.

But you know what is a limitation?

THE SUN

Since first years are definitely first, third years are last. It only makes sense. There's no way the third years, best U.A. has to offer, literally will be actual heroes next year would do their events in the dark. They wouldn't be able to show off properly. So, they need to finish before nightfall.

The sports festival takes place in *checks notes* April? Possibly March? We don't have a specific date. But it's around there, so the latest possible sunset time (and I am being generous) is 6.30. it would start getting dark even before then. So realistically, you'd want to at least plan for it to end at like. 5.30. which leaves a little wriggle room if something drags on too long.

Let's say the festival starts at 8am. That's before the normal U.A. day starts, so I'm being generous. But let's say it does.

17.30-08.00-1 hour for lunch. Gives 8 and a half hours.

That's a smidge over 2 hours 45 minutes for each year.

If the whole thing from walking into the field, doing the pledge, and then doing the first event takes half an hour (again, generous)

The second event is half an hour canonically, but there's also planning time, which has to be at least 15 minutes by the time everyone teams up and strategises, so 45 minutes

There's a short break, for set up and tournament contestants to catch there breath, which would realistically be longer but I'll give it fifteen minutes

And there are fifteen matches in the tournament. With the 1 hour 15 minutes we have left, that gives each of them a MAXIMUM time of:

5 minutes.

And some of them were that short, sure, but not all.

That's not even accounting for clean up time between them.

And I've left no room for change over time between years.

There is literally not enough time in a day for this to make sense.

This doesn't matter, really. Horikoshi clearly just didn't plan the logistics, and that's completely fine. We only care about the first years, who gives a damn about the others, and he spent the time where it was needed.

It just. Bothers me personally. Because for plot reasons I had to figure out a schedule for the day.

Don't do it. It's not worth it.

#bnha #fic writing #bnha sports festival #you know the writing meme where like. you google a simple question and end up in a wikipedia rabbithole #that was me. but the question was 'where are the other students'#and the rabbithole was three sheets of actual paper. a full detailed itinerary of a fictional event. and two lost hours of my life.#my hero academia

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Rather Die | Chapter 8

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Her heart pounded. Beating at what felt like a million beats per second. She truly wasn't expecting that from him.

Victoria texted him back, "Yeah, those were nice :) We can do definitely do more of that and go on a date. Just let me know when and where!"

He responded quite quickly, "Perfect! How does tomorrow sound? Maybe we can get some Italian?"

"That would be amazing :)"

"Great! I'll pick you up around 7."

"Sounds good. I'll see you then."

"What are you all smiley about?" Mila asks Victoria.

"I just got a date for tomorrow!"

"With Ashton?!"

"Oh my god. I can't wait to see the look on Eliana's face if you guys work out."

"Oh, I know. She'll be pissed, but whatever. She did me so dirty."

"She really did. I don't even follow her on socials, but she'll still pop up. All she's been posting is mushy gushy shit about Austin."

"Ew. I swear, she's probably already saying 'I love you' and it's been like a week."

"Well, she used hashtag 'love my bf' so, I can only assume."

"She's so dumb. They both are. I can't believe how she changed him so quickly. That date we had, he was so humble, kind, down to earth. He didn't strike me as the type of guy to fall for the slutty model type. Now he's letting her bitchyness rub off on him, making him a total asshole."

"Yeah, even in all his interviews for Elvis, he was so much different."

"It's like she's a siren or something and casted a spell on him."

"At this point, it wouldn't surprise me."

The next day

Victoria & Mila make their way to set in the morning for an 8am call time.

"Guys. Its 8 o'clock in the morning. Why must we be sucking face at craft service right now?" Vic asks Austin & Eliana who's making out, as Vic is only trying to get her coffee.

"You're just jealous that I stole your mans." Eliana says.

Victoria rolls her eyes. "I'm not, but whatever. Can y'all just get out of the way though and take this elsewhere? Thanks."

"Mm, no." Eliana responds.

"Cmon baby, let's take this to my trailer." Austin says.

"Okay!"

Austin & Eliana take off to his trailer.

"Ew. I can't believe them." Mila says.

"I know. And I have a kissing scene with him today."

"Double ew."

"For real. Wish me luck."

Victoria got her coffee and went off to her trailer to get changed before going on set.

"Where's Austin?? He was supposed to be on set ten minutes ago!" Anna our director says.

"He's still in his trailer getting ready." Sarah, a producer says.

Anna rolls her eyes, "We need to tell him Eliana isn't allowed on set anymore. She's too distracting."

"Thank God." Victoria thought to herself.

"Maybe we can just have a talk with him to start. If things don't change, then she's gotta go." Sarah says.

"Yeah, you're right. Don't wanna fully take away privileges."

"Fuck." Victoria thought to herself again.

"Hey, sorry I'm late." Austin says running in.

"About time." I say to him.

"We'd both be late if it was you & I in there." he smirked.

"You're disgusting."

"Jealousy, jealousy."

"Okay, Olivia Rodrigo."

"What?"

"Nothing. Just a name of one her songs."

"Alright, places please!" Anna calls out.

Austin & Victoria get into places.

"Annnnd, action!"

Jake walks up behind Allison as she's cooking at the stove.

"I can't believe you're finally all mine." he says.

"I know. It's been a long time coming, hasn't it?" she responds.

"It has."

Jake puts his lips on her neck. She very much enjoys the feeling. He turns her around to give her a passionate kiss.

As Victoria kisses Austin, the memory of her first kiss with him came flooding back, but as soon as she tasted Eliana's favorite cherry vanilla lip balm on his lips, she was immediately brought back to seeing them kiss at the club, & was just absolutely disgusted.

They finished out the scene and Vic immediately wipes at her lips.

"What? Didn't like the kiss?" Austin asks.

"No, I didn't. I could literally taste Eliana on your lips. Disgusting." Victoria replies.

"Now, how do you know what her lips taste like?" Austin asks.

"Because I know she uses the cherry vanilla lip balm 24/7."

"You don't like it? I think it tastes good."

"I used to, but not anymore."

Victoria walked off set and went to her trailer for a costume change to finish up the last of the days work.

By the time the work day was done, Vic & Mila had to rush home so Vic could get ready for her date.

"What are you wearing tonight?" Mila asks as they walk through the apartment door.

"I'm thinking my black mom jeans with that burgundy cropped tube top, with my white sneakers. Of course I'll accessorize with some gold jewelry."

"Are you going somewhere super fancy?"

"No, it's like in between. Not too fancy, not too casual."

"Gotcha. Good thing your hair is already done."

"Right? I just have to touch up my makeup & get changed."

Vic rushed into her bedroom and quickly got ready. There was a knock on the door right at 7 sharp.

"Hi!" Victoria says, answering the door for Ashton.

"Hey! How are you?" he asks.

"Im good. How are you?"

"Im great! Ready to go?"

"Yes, definitely!"

Vic & Ash headed out to the restaurant, and got seated right away as Ashton made a reservation.

"How was work today?" he asked.

Victoria stuck out her tongue in a disgusted matter. "Honestly, so gross."

"How so?"

"Well, started the day with Eli & Austin making out a craft services first thing in the morning, then I had to kiss Austin all day after he'd be making out with her."

"Yeah, that is gross."

"Mhm. I could taste her lip balm on his lips. I couldn't deal."

"That cherry vanilla shit?"

"Yep."

"It was good at first, but it got tiring."

"I bet. She's literally worn it every day since we were five. It's fucking lip smackers."

"They still make that??"

"Apparently."

"Damn. My sister had so many of those."

"I did too. Id always get some whenever we came to America. They didn't have them in New Zealand."

"That's how you & Eliana met right? When her family went on vacation there?"

"Yeah. Then every year, we'd switch off. Every year for like 8 years? Something like that."

"That's crazy. It still just boggles my mind on what happened. And I feel so bad that you go to work everyday with that constant reminder of that just because they're always there."

"I know, and thank you. I really hope one day I won't ever have to see them again. I'm just gonna get through this movie, and when it's coming out I'll do the press and such, but after that, good fucking bye to the both of them."

"They probably won't even be together by the time the movie comes out."

"Probably not."

"Really wish I would have checked out her track record first before getting serious with her."

"Yeaaaah. She really did cheat on every single guy so it's just bound to happen to Austin."

"Honestly, let it. You tried telling him, so."

"Seriously. Oh, and he was late to set today because he was too busy fucking her in his trailer."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It was so annoying. The director and head producer is going to have a talk with him. If they don't see change, they're not going to allow Eliana on set."

"They shouldn't be allowing her at all."

"I know. Tell me about it."

The two placed their order when the waitress stopped by their table, then continued talking.

"How was tour life?" Vic asks him.

"It was great! I'm sad it's over but it is nice being on break now."

"I get that. You really put on an amazing show, Ash."

"Thank you." he smiles. "It means a lot."

"Do you have an idea of when the next album will be out?"

"Hoping for next summer, then tour again in the fall."

"That'd be cool. Release some nice summer jams."

"Exactly. So, I've always wondered, do you like living here or in New Zealand better?"

"Def New Zealand. It's my home, ya know? LA is great, but NZ is where it's at."

"You'll have to take me sometime?"

"Oh, of course. Id love too. It's definitely my favorite place in the whole world. I'm planning on going back after the movie is done. After all this shit that's happened, I've wanted nothing more than to be home & to see my mom."

"I bet. Your dad passed away right?"

"Um, yeah. He did."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Thanks. I'm not too keen on talking about it until I'm really comfortable with someone. I regret telling Austin, but we just bonded over the fact that we both lost a parent at a young age. But that's all down the drain now."

"Well, whenever you are ready, I'm here."

"Thank you, Ash. Really. So many guys would try and pry every little detail out of me about my life."

"I would never. I respect your space."

"Thanks. I appreciate it."

They finished up at the restaurant & made their way outside.

"Hey, wanna hit up Dave & Busters across the street? Play some games? Get some drinks?" Ashton asks.

"Sure, Id love that." Vic smiles.

They head across the street and grab a drink before playing some games.

Of course, they hit up Victoria's favorite, air hockey.

"Will you stop getting goals??" Ashton complained with a chuckle.

"Sorry, can't help it. I've always been good at this game." Vic shrugs her shoulders before knocking the puck in for another point.

Then they moved onto the skeeball.

"This one's your game, huh? Look at those points your racking in." Victoria says to him.

"Usually I don't do this good, but somehow I keep hitting the higher ones."

"All I'm getting are 50s, but that's normal for me."

They make their way around, playing more games and sipping on drinks. Vic is definitely feeling the alcohol.

They find the game where all you do is shoot some basketballs into a hoop.

"Shit, I'm sucking so bad at this." Vic says.

"Here, let me help you."

Ashton gets behind her and places his hands on her arms, helping her aim.

"Alright, try that." he says.

Victoria throws the ball, and finally makes a basket. She looks back at him, smiling. "Thanks."

"No problem."

They stare into each others eyes for a moment before they go in for a kiss.

"That was the best kiss I had all day." Vic says.

"I'm glad. Wanna get out of here?" Ash asks.

"Yeah. Let's."

They make their way to his house.

As soon as they're both inside, they can't manage to keep their hands off each other.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asks.

"Yes, I'm sure."

Ashton & Victoria makeout as they make their way to the bedroom.

They quickly undress themselves before getting onto the bed.

Ashton gets on top. He works his hand on her clit as his lips work on her neck.

"Oh, god. That feels so good." Victoria moans out.

Ashton keeps doing his thing until he makes Vic orgasm. Once she releases herself, Ash works himself inside her now soaking wet center.

His lips are still on his neck as he thrusts into her. Her hands are all up in his hair, tugging at his ends.

It's not long until they both release themselves & go in for round two.

The next morning

Victoria is woken up by her phone being blown up by Mila.

"Hello?" she answers half asleep.

"Um, where are you? We have to be on set in like 20 minutes."

"Oh shit. I'm sorry. I stayed at Ashton's last night. Um, can you just bring me a change of clothes and I'll meet you there?"

"Yeah. Do you just want leggings and a t-shirt?"

"Yeah, and a bra & clean panties."

"Got it. I'll see you soon."

"Thank you, love you."

"Love you too."

Vic hangs up the phone. "Shit."

She quickly gets out of bed.

"Hey, you good?" Ashton asks her as he's still in bed.

"I have to be on set in 20 minutes."

"Oh, fuck. You want me to give you a ride?"

"Please, if you don't mind. Who knows how long Uber will take."

"Of course. Im sorry, I should have taken you home last night."

"It's fine. Don't worry about it."

Vic quickly got dressed in last nights clothes & Ash threw on sweats and a t-shirt before heading off to the studio.

"Hey, thanks for last night. I really had fun." Ashton tells her as he's dropping her off.

"I had fun too." she kissed him before she got out of the car. "Thanks for ride. I'll text you."

"Sounds good."

Victoria rushed to her trailer and quickly got ready, then headed to hair and makeup.

"So, you stayed with Ash last night?" Mila asks her, as they're both getting their hair done.

"Yeah, I did."

"Did you do it?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Nice."

The girls high five & continue to chat.

Once they were ready, they went out to craft services.

"Hey, uh, is there a Victoria Williams here?" a man, asks, holding a vase of red roses.

"Um, yes. That's me." Vic says.

"These are for you. Have a good day." the man hands her the flowers.

"Thank you."

Victoria reads the note that came with the flowers. "I had a really great time last night. Maybe we can do that again soon? - Love, Ashton xx" she puts the card back in the flowers "Aw, that's so sweet."

"Um, did you just say Ashton??" Eliana asks, as she over heard.

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