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nxmuzluv · 3 years

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christmas hcs w parkgami <3

christmas is always so busy for these two sjmsksnsjksk

with ari having to go to end of the year award shows & having to shoot xmas campaigns w huge brands,,,,

(& that christmas single she has to promote lmao)

and byakuya has to do business things & attend galas,,,,,,

it’s v hectic lol

so let me take u on one of those days, shall i ????

ariana & byakuya already attended the mamas earlier this year-

(& ari walked away w 4 awards okurr 😌‼️)

-they were the talk of the night, ari looking all hawt n shit w her archive 2007 chanel couture gowns 😝

(she literally wore 2 different dresses for no reason lol)

& for the 1st time, she didn’t perform at the mamas </3

(but honestly as she mf should the amas drained the SHIT outta her)

(but tht’s beside my point lmao)

N E WAYS, with the mamas out of the way,,,,,,

the park family has to take christmas pictures now sjmskssmskks

no gala just yet 🤣🤣

for the 1st time byakuya & ari are taking xmas pics as husband and wife ☹️

bhet, when they were taking em, ari’s sisters could not stop goin “aWwWwWwW”

LIKE ????? LEAVE THE NEWLYWEDS ALONE UR PARENTS ARE RIGHT THERE ????/(:&/&?/$/

n e ways, i don’t wanna dwell on this for too long so let’s move on besties !

(also, hina was there since she’s dating hayley)

(so imagine them taking pics together & cry lol 😋)

now we’re getting to the gala !!

ofc, like i said b4, byakuya is invited to a bunch of galas around christmas time, & ofc his wife has to tag along

and one of em takes place on xmas eve,,,, which is today !

(but it’s actually yesterday since it’s the 25th in japan already 🧍🏽‍♀️)

(lol n e ways,,,,,,,,)

ariana, extra as ever, just has to go full on VINTAGE !!

we’re talking 1950s balmain, white fur shawl, archive diamond jewelry from mf cartier,,,,,,

& if she’s feel extra extra, she might thrown in a lil white lace parasol :))

like ari goes ALL out

and ofc, byakuya matches w her a lil !

a handkerchief in his suit pocket to match w her dress,,, maybe a lil matching flower,,,,,

it’s v cute :)

i love my parents :))

stg, everyone at that thing wants to get with ariana,,, acting like she ain’t a married mf woman !

acting like she’s not clinging to her fucking husband !!

but then they realize that the blond mf next to her is, in fact, in a committed relationship with her,,,

like “she’s married to byakuya togami ???? damn, no chance ! >:(”

byakuya’s ego increases by at least 10% whenever that happens msjksmkmsk

like the mamas, they r truly the talk of the night fr

the 2 most attractive ppl in the room r married, & they both come from influential families,,,, it can’t get any more iconic than tht

i want what parkgami has thx

& nawt just relationship wise 👁

the gala ends after a few hours, & damn aren’t byakuya and ariana a lil relieved lowkey WMKQKOMSK

like ari might be quite the social butterfly, but she’s also exhausted ! MSKAMAJSK

& byakuya’s like,,,, the exact opposite so he’s like “yeah let’s dip” lmao

bro,,,,, the drive home afterwards is just so comforting

both of em sit in the backseat, & they just listen to classic christmas music play on the radio the whole time

(it’s usually frank sinatra or sumn from an old hollywood film lol)

(that idea was courtesy of @raes-ramblings, btw 😌)

ari & byakuya either talk softly, admire the snow and the scenery, or just enjoy each other’s company :((

they also have this habit where they hold hands when they’re sitting next to each other & i just ☹️☹️☹️

ariana also rests her head on his shoulder out of habit, too :((((

I LOVE MY PARENTS I RLLY DO

ari almost always sings along to the songs on the radio, & byakuya enjoys that thoroughly

sm so that he sometimes ends up singing, too !

like imagine parkgami singing together :((

honestly that’s mf ear candy tho,,,, i’d lowkey kill to hear tht,,,, like the harmonization ????

out here sounding like angels ❌🧢

once they get home, they ofc change & stuff

and then they just sit in front of the fireplace, drink expensive ass champagne, & talk away

like they talk for so long,,, it’s abt 1 am when they finally go to sleep

we luv a married couple w a stable relationship 😫‼️

(also why is it always 1 am lol)

(also ari may or may not have downed most of the bottle lmao,,,, istg she’s not an alcoholic anymore 💀)

as much as ariana wants to curl up next to the fireplace, byakuya convinces her to go upstairs lol

usually by literally picking her up

(how cute ☹️)

these two always, always cuddle while they’re falling asleep

they’re warm, sleepy, & it’s the best atmosphere fr

but b4 ariana goes to sleep, she has to tell byakuya to let her go bc, like rae said, he tends to push her away in his sleep lol

& idk abt u, but i’m pretty sure ari doesn’t want another tbi 💀

and now it’s christmas morning !!

christmas mornings in the togami household aren’t all tht interesting tbh

they eat breakfast, talk w ari’s family,,,,,

just standard stuff basically

ariana & byakuya would usually open their gifts in the morning, but since their family is coming over, they hold that off until then :)

b4 the fam comes over tho, they go for a lil walk !

ari & byakuya take some time to admire tokyo, all covered in snow & decorations, they take pics that ari just has to post,,,,,,

ariana’s holding onto her husband’s arm, and they just look v cute 🥺

they typically window shop, too

(but don’t let ari get too carried away,, like it’s supposed to be window shopping bestie lmao)

& then after a while, they go back home, ofc :)

it’s around,,,, 5 pm at that point

and guess who shows up ????

haru & her boyfriend,,, fiancé,,,, husband ???????

(lol i’ve gotta ask rae abt tht)

(i’m assuming fiancé tho 👁)

n e ways, haru and makoto r here !

and ofc komaru my beloved :))

can u just IMAGINE how happy haru would be to see ari again, especially after she married her brother, & especially during christmas ?????

i know ariana would be stoked to see her lmao

aaaannnddd it doesn’t take long for ari’s family to get there afterwards, so now mrs. togami-park is rlly on cloud 9 lol

(our fav sister trio is reunited 😫‼️)

bro, once her family gets there, imagine how much FUN they’d have

togami-park-naegi christmas is in FULL SWING 🗣‼️

they ofc eat dinner-

(lol the amount of food that ari’s family brings is kinda absurd /pos)

-they bake cookies, & they finally open gifts :)

i regret to inform u guys, but unfortunately, the park sisters no longer hit each other w flour </3

they all grew up & one sister is literally married, so no more of tht :(

but,,,,,, hayley might just do it out of nowhere at least once SMSWJKWM

ari might too, but only to byakuya,,, which prompts him to do it right back 💀

my dad is so petty lawl 🙈

for the 2nd time in a row, i am still unable to figure out what my own mf oc would want as a gift 🧍🏽‍♀️

however,,,, i kinda have an idea,,,,,,

lowkey, it might be a rlly coveted couture piece or jewelry that she was unable to get b4

& if u pair tht with a handwritten card, she’ll luv u forever <3

byakuya would most likely get her that, tbh !!

bc we love a husband who would drop over $1,000 (ᵐᶦⁿᶦᵐᵘᵐ) for his wife at literally any time 😋‼️

(MATERIAL GWORL 🗣)

but u know what ari would rlly want for christmas ????

a crystal shot glass set 🧍🏽‍♀️

bro if she got that she’d literally DIE

(I SWEAR ARI’S NOT AN ALCOHOLIC ANYMORE !/&;$&:)/&/€!)

she’d literally crack it open that day !

pls for the love of god do not let ari get too drunk,,,, byakuya u better be keeping a close eye on ur wife & tht mf vodka 💀

& u know who would get her that shot glass set ?????

her cousin, mackenzie

WORLD’S BEST CHAOTIC DUO AWARD GOES TO,,,,,,,,,

and bhet, they’d be the ones downing all tht vodka too lmao

(with dani and maybe even byakuya if ari convinces him enough casually sliding in every so often lol 🙈)

best cousins ever i love them SM ‼️

now the moment the parkgami shippers club has all been waiting for,,,,,,,

the kiss under the mistletoe

u already know one of ariana’s sisters is gonna find a way to put her & byakuya under the mistletoe at the same time

,,,,or she’ll just push them, whichever works first 💀

& once they’re under there, haru will waste no time sticking that film she always has on her into her polaroid camera

(oh my god i’m thinking of how that pic would look & i’m actually screaming n shaking THAT’S SO CUTE !?):$:)/$:):&€?!)

it’s the best moment of the night stg

especially since ari & byakuya are literally MARRIED now !!

rae mentioned in one of our convos that haru would literally put a pic of parkgami under the mistletoe in a card & tht she’d give it to ari

and that’s def happening this year 💀

she took a pic last year, and now she’s finally giving it to ariana lol

once ari gets it, she’ll literally go “,,,,,byakuya holy shit 😳” SMEKEODMKS /hj

the blushing messes they’d both be-

& u know what haru would put underneath her cute lil message ????

“and i’ll do it again next year >:)”

SHE’S A MENACEKMDKSKWIKSK

in love with her fr <3

just like that gala, this lil family get together lasts quite a long time lol

but once it’s over, ari would be kinda upset :((

all her family has to go back to korea and america now & only god knows when she’ll get to see them again

she’s all like “pls don’t go 🥺” /hj

but she’s not 3 anymore so ofc she understands that they have to leave lmao

it would still be kinda sad tho :(((

once everyone’s gone, byakuya & ari change into comfier clothes, and they finally get to curl up on the couch ☹️

& to ariana’s delight, she and her husband finally get to watch an old hollywood christmas movie lol

and ofc, she sings to almost every song that plays,,,,,, and byakuya would also join in from time to time :))

afterwards, he usually reads a book-

(bc why wouldn’t he ???? 🤨)

-while ariana simply listens & updates her social media like the celebrity that she is :)

after a while, ari puts her phone down, & since byakuya’s voice is so soothing, it doesn’t take long for her to get sleepy

and once she’s asleep, byakuya puts his book down, and like rae said in their “christmas w byakuya” hcs, he’s def sit there & admire a sleeping ari 🥺

he’d play w her hair, & give her a cute lil kiss on the head :((

& ofc, byakuya’ll eventually fall asleep too lol

one of parkgami’s best christmases fr

i rlly do love my parents <3

(they don’t know it yet, but i am their adopted daughter <3)

some extras !!

i don’t know where to put this, especially since i thought of it afterwards i wrote all of,,,,, that lol

ariana would def convince byakuya to dance w her during the get together

he would refuse at first (bc y’know,,,, he’s him lmao), but after he’s convinced, he would lowkey go all out

byakuya’s byakuya, what did u expect lol

a togami never opts out of a challenge 😠

but honestly, he & ari would eat 😌

also, dani’s dating seokjin (a bts member teehee 🙈), but you know what ????

namjoon is the park sisters’ cousin,,,, & he’s seokjin’s bandmate 💀

so just IMAGINE how funny it would be once they see each other after going on break SKENHRKDM

“lol i kinda forgot that u were a part of their family, joon” - seokjin, probably

(and yes, hina is there too don’t worry)

n e ways, that’s all !

merry christmas, y’all !! :))

(have fun with the hcs i’ll probably post once ari gets pregnant next month 👁👁)

#MSNKSJKSAK MY HCS ARE ALWAYS SO LONGGGGGGG #lol nawt at me getting carried away 🙈#n e ways happy holidays y’all :))#cece writes :)#danganronpa oc #danganronpa #trigger happy havoc #danganronpa 1 #danganronpa thh #trigger happy havoc headcanons #trigger happy havoc oc #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa x oc #byakuya x oc #oc x canon #oc headcanons

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swiftlymoniquesblog · 4 years

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Round Little Tummy- Sam x Reader One Shot

A/N: Hi friends! So this little one shot is very personal to me. The first paragraph leading up to Sam’s entrance is all true to me and how I really feel. There are other nonfiction elements throughout but it’s manly fiction! I just had an image of Sam being so sweet with his insecure girlfriend so here this is; enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff, insecure reader, mentions of being overweight, self-hate, jealousy (of Sam cause who isn’t jealous of his good looks?)

Word Count: 1,205

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Being overweight wasn’t anything new for you. You were always pinned as the ‘heavy girl’ but you were told it was just that you were “big-boned,’ not that you believed it. The majority of your friends and even your family members who were around your age were always skinny. Their clothes always seemed to fit them just perfectly; yours were either too big or too small. Fitting into jeans was a nightmare because your hips were wide but you had a small waist and the last time you checked, there wasn’t a single pair of jeans that were built for both. And let’s not forget your ‘fatty’ areas. Your thighs touched, your arms jiggled, and your stomach was round and rolled in on itself. According to all doctors and your Internet searches, everyone told you, you were overweight and needed to lose weight. So, you began to take their advice, and slowly, you began to lose weight. It was very gradual at first but you were doing it. It encouraged you when you began seeing the small changes that were showing on your body due to the weight loss but you still had a long way to go until you hit your goal.

“Hey baby,” Sam says, as he walks into your room.

Ah, Sam Winchester, he was something entirely different. He was built like a Greek god; physically fit, chiseled jawline, gorgeous eyes, perfectly plump pink lips, and a smile with two dimples. To you, and so many other women, he was beautiful. You could easily be insecure when you and he were in public. You felt like people would be giving you dirty likes as if they were thinking, ‘why is someone so hot like him dating a fat girl like her? He could do so much better.’ You could never admit this to Sam because he would try to tell you the exact opposite of all your insecurities but that didn’t always help. And he had too much to worry about in his world, that he didn’t need to be concerned with all your insecurities.

“Hi Sam,” you say, not looking back to him. Currently, you stood in front of the bathroom mirror, as you held the hem of your shirt up so you could examine your stomach.

“What are you doing in here?” He asks, suddenly appearing beside you in the mirror.

“I’m looking at my tummy; it’s so round!” You whine, moving to stand to your left while your hands traveled around your stomach. You poked and prodded yourself, groaning in disapproval of how you looked.

“There’s nothing wrong with that, y/n,” he says, watching you in the mirror, as you continued degrading your physique.

“Look at my legs, they jiggle so much; it’s gross!” You poke the skin on your thighs that were exposed thanks to Sam’s shorts you had borrowed.

“And my arms are so gross!” You say, holding up your arm and shaking it, the fat deposits there moving with your actions before Sam had had enough.

“Okay y/n, seriously, that’s enough,” he said, his voice coming off louder and stronger than before. The sudden roughness taking you my surprise, making you almost shrink away from him.

“I’m only speaking the truth, Sam,” you finally say but keep your voice low. When he didn’t immediately answer back, you figured he agreed with you, so you left the bathroom and went climbing in bed.

You grabbed the remote to turn on the television, seeing that Sam had flipped the light off in the bathroom, and thought he was just going to join you. The youngest Winchester had other plans. He kept quiet and near the bathroom, appearing to be thinking of something to say to you. He knew it wasn’t easy talking to you about your insecurities but he did know he had to say something. His eyes remained on you, as his mind raced with thoughts, and he couldn’t help the small grin that broke out on his face as he looked at you. To him, you were unbelievably beautiful. He loved the way your hair fell in your face and you would blow air up to get the hair back in its place and when that didn’t work, and you got annoyed, he’d chuckle at you, thinking it was adorable. The sound of your laugh that carried throughout the room you were in and always found a way to his ears, made his heart skip a beat. Your smile was just a big as his, stretching to your eyes and they would crinkle, as Dean’s would, and he loved you more. Your eyes drew him into you constantly and when he’d search them, it made him wonder what you were thinking. You were smart, you had a sassy side, but you were always sweet and caring about others before you took care of yourself and Sam adored you. He soaked everything about you up like he was a sponge; he craved that kind of love. And with you, he got it, every single day.

You continued to lay on your bed, not paying Sam any more attention, enthralled in the show you were watching. Stretching to relieve the tension in your muscles, your shirt rode up, exposing your stomach. In the blink of an eye, Sam was right there next to you, hands on the exposed skin.

“Sam, what are you doing?” You gasp as you felt his warm fingers dance around your skin. Every little bit of skin that he could see, his hands were all over. Soon they made their way up to your arms, down to your thighs, and back up to your stomach, Sam refusing to answer you. He suddenly leaned down and began leaving small kisses along where his hands just were. Then he slowly moved his head up to look you dead in the eye and said,

“I love your little round tummy and everything you’re insecure about. You’re working on losing this weight and I’m so proud of how far you’ve come; you have no idea. You amaze me with your determination to succeed in everything you put your mind to; this is just one of those times. You may think I don’t know how nervous you get when we go out, fearful that someone skinnier might catch my eye, but baby, that won’t ever happen. I am crazy about you and only you. You are exactly the kind of woman I want and I love having a little extra skin to squeeze,” he says in that lower voice that always turned you on, as he squeezed your thigh. “I love you so much, baby girl. Never forget how much I love you and how much I want you.”

You smile wide, matching that of Sam’s, and stretch up to kiss him. He alleviates your struggle by bringing you back to the pillows behind you for support and falls into a perfect rhythm with your lips.

“I love you so much too, Sammy. Thank you for being here for me and for loving me as you do," you said when you broke away from your kiss.

“The honor is all mine darlin’. I love loving you; forever and always.”

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viktorfm · 4 years

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(MAXENCE DANET-FAUVEL, NONBINARY) - Have you seen VIKTOR SAMUELS? VIKTOR is in HIS/THEIR SENIOR year. The VISUAL ARTS MAJOR is 24 years old & is a CAPRICORN. People say HE/THEY are OBSERVANT, INGENIOUS, RETICENT and DEPENDENT. Rumors say they’re a member of KINCAID. I heard from the gossip blog that THEY'RE HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH THEIR THERAPIST. (JAMES. 21. EST. THEY/THEM.)

dont. look at me. i know. anyways if it wasnt obvs i abandoned cupid (n darrow) in order 2 bring the two ocs tht he ws inspired by n ws a combination of bt. theyre better as different ppl methinks.

DEATH, HEAVY GRIEF, OVERDOSE / DRUG ADDICTION, HOSPITALIZATION, HYPERSEXUALITY, RELIGION MENTIONS TW

aesthetic.

old tvs and their static, worn tapes, horror movie screams, spilled ink, a sculptor’s hands, clay-stained, chicken scratch handwriting, messy notes, messy hair, scoffs and eye-rolls, bruised knuckles, sore throats, funeral homes and a crying preacher, shattered ceramics, knife fights, high ledges, vertically-striped pants, red lights, the moon shrouded in clouds, cigarette butts, graveyards and half-empty wine bottles, sitting there for hours and talking to nothing, about nothing, a god complex, gold rings adorning both hands, barbwire baseball bats, having never played baseball in your life, deep eyebags and broken mirrors, a permanent chip on one’s shoulder, yearning, longing, wishing.

basics.

full name: viktor phillip samuels

nickname(s): icky vicky :/

b.o.d. - january 2nd, 1996

label(s): the black hole, the crepehanger, the impious, the opaque, the tempest, etc.

height: 6′1″

hometown: preaker, vermont

sexuality: pansexual uwu

stats

favorite song: disorder, joy division / it’s getting faster, moving faster / now it’s getting out of hand / on the tenth floor, down the back stairs / it’s a no man’s land / lights are flashing, cars are crashing / getting frequent now / i’ve got the spirit, lose the feeling / let it out somehow

background.

born to mama and papa (preacher) samuels in preaker, vermont - fifteen minutes after his twin sister, tatiana samuels. years later, rosa samuels joined the gang.

was an awkward, quiet kid growing up, he didn’t interact well with others and preferred being left alone to dig up worms and draw on the walls of their childhood home. the only exception was his twin, really.

as he got older he grew out of this, but instead became like … sort of an asshole? maybe to compensate for years of childhood awkwardness. he’s the sort of person who will bite the hand that feeds him & developed into a full time nuisance by middle school, unlike tatiana who was much more subtle about her conniving manners.

always has been a fan of ‘darker’ materials. grim & creepy morbid shit. probably the biggest tim burton fan, ever since he was a kid … not a good look for a preacher’s son, but he never really felt ‘in’ with the rest of his family to begin with. classic black sheep syndrome.

drew disturbing pictures as a kid that probably prompted one or two or five phone calls home to assure everything was fine.

just really had a knack for art at a young age, from drawing to painting to playing with clay. it’s always been his thing and probably is the only thing he’s good at.

being twins with tatiana was hard. they were near opposite besides both being quite mean-spirited. tatiana handled being in public better, left a better image behind - but viktor had talent, more than she did. they loved each other deeply - y’know, those unbreakable twin bonds as cliche as it sounds - but found each other as competition for their parents’ attention. a rivalry for affection.

in high school is when viktor really started to act out. it started extreme, like losing his virginity in their church and vandalism around the neighborhoods. faked being possessed in the middle of sunday service & almost had an exorcism performed on him.

his only redeemable trait was like … just his sheer talent in the arts. was in a 3d art ap course and specialized in sculptures. he could pretty much create anything he wanted with enough dedication.

because he was the problem child, the one who deserved to be disciplined for all his antics, tatiana could sneak away and get away with whatever she wanted much easier. on the bright-side, for her, i guess.

not a very motivated person - wasn’t planning on going to college, much less going to yates but his parents literally wrote & sent his college application for him because they weren’t going to house a deadbeat but had too much heart to kick him out onto the streets. cool!

he’s actually pretty smart but he just doesn’t apply himself. has a minor in english because he didn’t care for an extra course-load, but he’s good at writing & analyzing literature. is going to use it to write and illustrate his own series of children books with a style similar to tim burton’s. not for the kids, but because he likes to leave a trail of terror in whatever he does.

has been experimenting with himself since high school but college is where he really had started to crack down on himself. was out as pansexual & nonbinary by his sophomore year of college just … not to his parents, who don’t really need to know.

if you asked him if he believed in twins having a psychic connection with each other - he’d tell you he wouldn’t know. it felt believable at times, but sometimes he had no idea what was going on inside of tatiana’as head. on the other hand - viktor had always felt oddly transparent to her, like she knew all of his moves before he did. the only person who could predict him accurately.

( tw death, grief, overdose / hospitalization beyond this point )

when tatiana disappeared, viktor knew something was up. it was a twist in his gut, pure instinct that something wasn’t right. and it wasn’t right - and when she was proclaimed missing, they couldn’t find her.

and when tatiana died - viktor knew. it felt wrong, something cut so severely in him he could pinpoint her death to the second. he didn’t know how, or why, but he knew it. knew it before anybody else had.

afterwards he went on a sort of bender. he’d begun to struggle with a mild drug addiction late senior year of high school / early college, but he was managing it up until this point.

his mental health had also sunk to an all-time low, when it’d never been great to begin with. (manic & depressive episodes. once fixated on a sculpting project for six months and then knocked it off the table and destroyed it as soon as he finished it for no apparent reason.)

tatiana’s body wasn’t found immediately, and when it was … viktor went off the rails. ended up overdosing & being hospitalized. spent six months in & out of psychiatric care after that.

came back to yates to finish his senior year because … for the reasons above, he hadn’t been able to complete it. just wants to get his credits and get out of here.

is still dealing with a lot of trauma & grief - causes him to spiral and be unpredictable in regards of his mental health. he stopped taking his medication, so. :/ some days are alright, other days are pretty bad.

personality & facts.

the human embodiment of a gremlin that was fed after midnight. a goblin, if you will. one of those cats with a narrow head and really big ears … that’s them!

a big horror & halloween enthusiast. loves the old campy horror movies & probably has an abundance of masks from different movies. dresses like a grimy millennial beetlejuice more than they should because they just … love those black & white vertical-striped pants.

can appreciate the ~urban legends~ at yates and likes to feed into the fear that surrounds them. is probably the cause of a few ‘anomalies’ and ‘paranormal sightings’ because they’re just … a jerk.

fashion alternates between e-boy (they would be tiktok famous if they were 17 & didn’t think that a majorly minor based app was weird.), millennial beetlejuice, and goth in a crop top & sweatpants. big fan of crop tops and a big fan of sweatpants.

they can be really fucking mean? petty, aggressive, a major instigator. will literally spit in your face for little to no reason, you could just look at them the wrong way. the kind of person who will stick their gum into someone else’s hair. other than that? they’re like … sort of okay. they’re not always mean, just a dick about 90% of the time lmao

like okay yeah they’ll call someone a stinky bitch for no reason except they feel like it and believes it. it’s fine, they’re fine, we’re fine.

despite the fact that they’re probably getting into a fight whenever, considers themself to be a lover and not a fighter but that’a primarily because they fuck a lot. uses it as a coping mechanism, like they’re this big fancy carnival show that’s like ‘come one, come all! fuck the dead girl’s twin brother!’ and it’s … a lot. might have a problem with hypsersexuality but they’re not fully aware of it.

the preacher’s whore son, basically :)

pansexual & nonbinary, switches between he & they pronouns often and without a pattern, but they have such a fragile grip on their identity that you could call them ‘dog-faced bitch’ and they’d turn around like. sup.

vastly impulsive … like i said, they destroy their own creations for the fun of it. spends all their money on useless shit, will cheat on someone because they feel like it & likes the thrill, screams into the night sky frequently like a cat in heat.

will also spend months creating useless shit for no reason too. spent six of them sculpting a hollowed out tree the size of them & then took a sledgehammer to it.

they’re very super dramatic. would play the organ at church when nobody was looking after them and service was about to start. would just churn out these super haunting, creepy melodies like they were phantom of the opera. would do the same exact thing at home on their keyboard with the pipe organ setting whenever they got grounded until their parents took it away hbdsjfngkh

will absolutely not talk about their ‘time away’ because it’s not anyone’s business, not even their own younger sister. still refuses to talk about tatiana’s death, or their mental health, or their addiction (fallen back into it but it hasn’t gotten severe … yet :/), or anything involving their own emotions.

will just change the topic abruptly, no warning. asks about the jonas brothers instead and they fucking hate the jonas brothers.

that being said they’re absolutely not over tatiana’s death & it’s to the point of obsession over it. like there’s some kind of secret that needs to be uncovered, even though there just. isn’t. tatiana was their rock and they were pretty much dependent on her. kept them grounded. could control them when nobody else could, got into their head easier than others. it’s sort of like rosa lost two siblings that day because viktor hasn’t been the same since.

emotionally unavailable while also crying twice a day. cries during their brawls but still wins. is stony-faced when they tell you they cheated on you with your much hotter best friend.

will tell you straight up what they want from you, no bullshit & no beating around the bush. just blunt. if they want to fuck, nothing else, then that’s it. if they feel deviation or developing feelings then they’ll ghost in less than a second. is awful like that but feels no shame.

but also emotional as shit and it’s confusing. will cry on a whim and then flip you off if you try to console them or ask them what’s up. will bite you.

they go to therapy but they just fuck around and wastes their therapists’ time … also is fucking their therapist, but that’s neither here nor there. so they’re not really getting the help they need.

likes to be intimidating but not … with their body or anything because they’re a twig but uses their love & knowledge of horror and creepy shit to their advantage. has an abundance of fake blood. has channeled the energy of jack nicholson and used it on tatiana’s boyfriends before (also is a big fan of sfx makeup & has dabbled in it)

probably chases kids around with a chainsaw without the chain on halloween every year.

generally never doing good, both mental health wise & morally. would probably steal candy from a baby for funsies.

i don’t know if there’s a good to them somewhere deep down, but they don’t see any issues with themself either. nothing really breaks through to them anymore because the only person who ever made them stop and think about their actions was tatiana, and well, y’know. :/

an introverted reclusive type who doesn’t like most people or going out, but does so anyway if it means a quick high & a cheap thrill.

pretty observant and likes to analyze people even though they’re often like … partially wrong. judgmental because they like to make people feel bad, not because they’re a righteous mighty person. because they’re not. so like, a hypocrite!

wanted connections.

religious trauma? oh worm ;; three cheers fr <3 guilt <3 anyways uh. just people tht viktor hs known thru the church in some way even tho hes a fkn. freak now. maybe even family friends.

the horror of our love :/ ;; hmm. any romance tht cld b toxic i think this cld fit. just rly a bad fit. viktor doesnt rly know hw to love so nothing rly lasts bt. maybe they try n try n nothing works bt they keep trying. cld also just be anything unrequited.

little fkn gremlins ;; theyre all evil n mean. bt theyre all friends. <3

you are nothing ;; uuh. enemy plots. spicy enemies. rly bad enemies. rivals. they r brutal towards each other bcos nothing viktor does is ever soft.

fuck u dont pity me ;; uh. people who try to get close to viktor n he just. bites at them. he’s like no. bc he assumes ppl who r kind in response 2 his vileness r. theres smth wrong w them. n it might hv to do with pity. n he hates pity.

ugh. locals x ;; ppl who also grew up around preaker, vermont. the samuels r <3 well known folks n the uh. hm. the murder is an ongoing case. so they cld know abt it <3

dont tell anybody x ;; this is for soft plots. i dont know much about soft plots but.

maybe i am part of the problem ;; the problem is chlamydiagate. this is a hook-ups connection. fwbs n one night stands. ppl viktor hs brutally ghosted. he doesnt acknowledge their existence outside of these events, perhaps.

dont u just wna go apeshit ;; this is where viktor becomes a bad influence.

bt uh. anything. pelase

#yatesintro #death tw #grief tw #murder tw #addiction tw #drug abuse tw #hospitalization tw #overdose tw #hypersexuality mention #religion mention #zooweemama

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chchchchchcbcbcbcbcbcbcbcb · 4 years

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hi berry who are ur top 5 enstars!!! and bonus if u feel like it whats ur fav thing about each :D

hi kit!!! alright here we go 😼

1. hajime shino - i think i just really like how he's so kind n sincere to everyone!! he feels like he cant keep up w/ everyone like mitsuru n even tomoya bc of his airheadness kinda but still works on his strengths to become just as strong as everyone else !! it just makes me really happy to see him grow :] plus him allowing himself to be more selfish n not be a good kid all the time is really fucking amazing grrr like most of the time he's geniunely angry n hurt is really nice to see bc he needs to express himself!!!!

2. tomoya mashiro - honestly the way tht he is written to be plain. i really really love the fact tht fitting in for him is smthn to be despised when some would love to just be like him. but seeing him find a big talent in acting n be able to accept tht it's ok he's not particularly strong in some fields is actually smthn he can embrace is smthn i love seeing !!

3. mitsuru tenma - god. mitsuru!!!! just.. the way he's written off by characters as someone who is constantly never paying attention. when he's the exact opposite. he's very attentive to how his friends (especially ra*bits) feel but just has a unique way of expressing it! he's so smart n wonderful i love him

4. leo tsukinaga - it's honestly hard to find words why i like him bc his character is so complicated. but i think it's just bc of his unpredictability n how complicated he is is why! he seems shallow at first but he's so much more deeper. he's hurting deeply bc of everything thts been done to him n what he did. it's bittersweet i think.

5. kaoru hakaze - he's much more sweeter than he seems. it's bc of his trauma tht he couldnt form connections with the ones he wanted to the most, so he craved affection elsewhere. but the fact he's starting to become more passionate abt his idol work n learn to form those connections through others is amazing :)

#THANK YEW.. IDK IF A LOT OF THIS MAKES SENSE BUT TYSM #333 #nanamori #i kinda ranted about my fav things but lol #asks

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ofstrikcrs · 4 years

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heyo what’s poppin ! it’s me, hannah ! i’m 20 n vibin in the est. my pronouns r we/them/boys but she/her work as well djskfsmd n i’m currently #unemployed BUT i am a full time student... majoring in dumb bitch theory n loving my gf n i’m at the top of my class baby...... :’) ANYWAY. i’m back again w a ( hopefully ) more condensed version of the infamous google doc(s) STRIKER KIM? MORE LIKE STRIKE ME IN THE HEART I LOVE U BITCH so that u dont all have to read the monstrosity that is my app ( but like, if u wanna... u can find it right HERE )

n without further ado... let’s kick it !

this is striker, he’s 28 ( soon to b 29 #ariesculture ) n he’s very complicated.. very complicated....

his mom cherry kim ( nee corallo ) is the daughter of lorenzo corallo, renowned filmmaker. daphne had a stint in acting in her youth as well but ending up withdrawing from the spotlight once she married his dad.

his dad is warren kim, business man

what kind of business you ask ? well..

let us rewind a little bit, shall we? now if you know anything about the ins and outs of organized crime in new york city, the name corallo might sound *eyes emoji* familiar to you. giovanni corallo was a boss of the lucchese crime family until his arrest and… you guessed it… that means our man lorenzo corallo is a man of the mafia !

lorenzo, however, wasn’t a first-born son which also meant he wasn’t an heir in any way shape or form and was free to do his thing you know BUT when it came time to arrange marriage for his one and only daughter, cherry, it was Expected of him to keep it in the family

enter the kim family, who had been loyal to the lucchese family for as long as they’d been in america and had built up quite a reputation for themselves in the family, so it was just a natural choice to marry off cherry to their son, warren

they had two kids! their first-born son, dagger, and their second-son…. STRIKER !

and, as in all mafia stories, there is no better prize than the benefits reaped from die-hard loyalty, so in addition to getting to marry a corallo girl… a series of unfortunate events ( i.e. some deaths and arrests ) led to the promotion from right-hand man to acting boss of none other than our very own warren kim

now being the child of an acting mob boss is stressful, but being the second-son of an acting mob boss is… slightly less stressful. see, cherry stepping Out of the spotlight was a strategic move on her own part but was entirely her own decision which meant that striker was free to choose the exact opposite

with no real mafia-related responsibilities or expectations ( other than keeping his mouth SHUT ) on his shoulders, he was more or less… free to roam however he wanted and as he’s always had a taste for the finer things in life, there’s no real surprise that he chose to follow his mother’s side of the family and became nothing short of a socialite in new york city

which.. despite what the press says abt our #mans striker kim ( i.e. being a billionaire playboy, irresponsible, reckless, wild, etc. ) he’s smart n his main motivation for heading straight for the spotlight is bc every person who falls in love w him is part of a complex and expansive insurance policy that makes it that much harder for the mafia to make him Disappear, u know ?

this is one of the reasons why striker and dagger never Really not along, though striker’s always had this theory that dagger was built for nothing but the mafia anyway bc he’s straight up one of the meanest, cruelest, most RUTHLESS people that striker has ever met. but, like, with a name like dagger… how could you not be?

things really start getting #Complicated for striker when he’s ABOUT to graduate from college and his dad yeets this mortal coil in a Shocking Tragic Unexpected death ! it doesn’t really affect striker all that much bc striker spent a lot of his life living with his grandfather in the city but… rather when his father dies it’s dagger that ascends into the role of acting boss and BOY OH BOY that’s nothing but trouble for striker

dagger gets striker roped right back into the mafia that he worked his whole life to try n get out of.. just like that. sad.

and because striker is… como se dice…. a stubborn shithead with a penchant for the dramatics, he starts looking for a way to make his brothers life absolute hell because! yes! striker IS the person who fucks with the mafia! what a moron!

for a good few years it was just minor stuff, nothing really consequential, but that gets boring very quickly bc ... u know ... it is what it is

ANYWAY. he really finds his in to what’s going to make dagger kim’s life HELL and that is getting himself involved in a little heist group. there are only so many events that striker can show his face that end with a robbery of some sort before it starts to become suspicious, and it doesn’t take a genius to connect the kim family to the corallo family to the lucchese family. it’s just enough to keep people talking but not enough to actively incriminate himself. and as long as he’s not publicly throwing the lucchese family under the bus, he’s still, by all accounts, insured by the mafia as the son of warren kim.

anyway! enough w the backstory! here’s some fun lil personality n headcanon stuff :’)

first and foremost.. he does have a face tatoo. ( and an eyebrow piercing and yes i have photos of both if u want to see them ) it’s of a crown on his left cheek and he got it within a week of his father dying and dagger forcing him to come back into the mafia to Assert His Dominance n show dagger he was still in charge of his own goddamn decisions so fuck you dagger

dagger punched him in the face for getting the tattoo and he had a black eye for two weeks but you win some you lose some

on the surface? rich kid asshole!!! rich RICH kid asshole!!! you know the kind of guy you take one ( 1 ) look at him and you’re like yeAh u absolutely think that ur better than me ? that’s him

does he rly think he’s better than u? unclear.. depends on who u are... i already have some thots abt who striker wld dislike hmu tho aha x

fluent in english ofc n also korean and italian, his primary language is lit rally a jumble of korean and italian tht nobody can understand but like.. him n dagger n his dad ( rip ) n he also knows a little spanish and japanese.

he’s afraid of horses but will never admit it

he loves to bet!!! he loves it!!! it’s probably from growing up in a family where making bets on things was a major source of income but he will 100000% place bets on anything there is to place bets on and will rope as many people into his betting pools as possible

he hasn’t had his gay awakening yet isn’t that tragic?? turns out the mafia ISN’T a very lgbt friendly place, who would have thought?? so that’s absolutely something that’s going to happen bc we know that i love to make my characters suffer esp when it’s related to their attraction to someone whew…

he’s somehow both the biggest gossip and the most secretive person that you’ll ever meet??? like he’s an instigator n will make offhanded comments abt what he’s observed other ppl doing recently that he thinks are… inch resting… and you’ll have this long ass conversation w him and not realize until like 2 hours later that he didn’t say one ( 1 ) thing abt himself the entire time

you know how finnick from the hunger games used to get paid for things w secrets??? that’s so striker to the core… like you can’t buy him or bribe him bc baby has $$$ and is so disinterested in the glitz and glamor of fast cars and expensive drinks and whatnot, so if you really want him to do something for him… you’re going to have to trade him some secrets… n that’s that on that!

he doesn’t like to take his shirt off around ppl bc #scars ( predominantly the large letter L that’s branded on his chest but there are some others that i haven’t decided on yet ) anyway he does not partake in the pool parties n as explanation has just always told everyone that he doesn’t know how to swim… n he’ll die w that lie, thank u !

very paranoid... has 2 different phones w his contacts n codes.. folds his clothes a certain way so he can know if someone touched his stuff... has a fun in a safe under his bed that he changes the passcode to regularly.... he also has some ocd but a lot of it is #trauma

im sry there r so many points here i .. rly tried to trim them down n there are like 300% more in my app but.. whew... ok

i’m going to stop now but pls.. pls plot w me i beg ok thank u bye

#heistintro #this is so long im so sorry #ok

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- ̗̀ * ( sophie turner + cisfemale + she/her ) have you seen ( aster holloway ) walking around campus ? they are a ( twenty-one ) year old, studying ( botany + entomology ). we hear they are in ( theta sigma eta ), and can be ( opinionated & daunting ), maybe it’s because they are an ( aries ). they sort of remind us of ( abandoned greenhouses, spinning bike wheels , iridescent pocket knives ), maybe we can find out more ! * ̖́- + habitat

i yeet’d holliday for this child o’ mine pls love her bc i love her sm i’ll prolly change her fc to sophie turner as soon as i get tired of cropping gifs of saoirse but enjoy her face for now sksksk. like this n i’ll come to u!!

tw: fire, death, cancer, etc. etc.

gen. info

full name: aster holloway

nickname(s): n/a, give her one n she’ll cut you probably

b.o.d. - april 1st.

label(s): the hellcat, the minefield, the connard, etc. etc.

height: probably like 5′7″ or 5′8″ tbh

hometown: inglewood, california

sexuality: chaotic. lesbian.

bio. info

hasn’t had the most......stable, life

born to dahlia verbeck, a botanist, wildlife conservationist, and volunteer firefighter whose presence was very well known in south california’s environmental scene

to keep a long story short, she married maverick holloway; a sleazy low-rank cop with a smoking problem and an obnoxious personality when she was 19. he was nearly twice her age. nobody knows why she married him, or why she tolerated him

the relationship was by no means abusive, but it was lackluster

this led to dahlia having a one night stand, and baba boom baba bing, aster was conceived

the only one who knew that the child wasn’t maverick’s was dahlia’s twin brother, donovan, whose career was p much the exact same as dahlia’s

they were basically both mad scientists; when dahlia started slacking because of her pregnancy, donovan would kick it up

like ykno the twin scientists in bioshock infinite ?? that them like they were eerily alike, always finishing each other’s sentences. nightmare fuel.

the only difference was that donovan was considerably less intense than dahlia b/c dahlia was the kinda lass who would set fire to your car

anywAYs so aster was born and everything was fine n dandy until she got a lil older and it suddenly became clear that this child was absolutely not maverick’s at all because they looked. nothing alike. like u know when u can just tell ?? yeah. yeah u could tell

maverick left dahlia afterwards and it was essentially up to her to raise aster alone. donovan had his own wife and kid to take care of and sort of backed down from his career to do so. house dads ftw

aster grew up knowing her dad as some ‘deadbeat no good’ simply bc dahlia was bitter

also grew up as the kid who would hold worms over another kid’s face and taunt them w/ it. so like, playground bully. that was aster. she’s not ashamed of it

she was often left on her own to do her own kinda shit b/c her mom was always busy out in nature n’ shit but aster never minded; loved her mom a Lot

aster’s life changed when she was nine

her mother had been doing research out in the ~wilderness~ with donovan, after months of convincing him of doing this one last project with her~ when the wildfires started

it spread so fast, and they were already too far away from the road

it took them two months to confirm that the twins were dead

rather than leave aster to maverick, elaine--donovan’s wife--took her under her wing and moved across the country to boston alongside myra, her daughter

elaine always held a resentment towards aster because of her mother, but never did anything about it--it was just always, sorta, implied ?

but myra and aster got along swimmingly despite being polar opposites

aster was p much a feral child, and myra had been receiving etiquette lessons since birth, practically--like, literally

elaine put them in the same hobbies but aster always found ways to be wildly different from the ~standard~

myra learned cello and flute, aster started up on bass and drums (breaking both instruments, repeatedly, for many years)

elaine forced dance onto the both of them, and whilst they both excelled at ballet--aster switched over to a more free-flowing dance as soon as she was able to

(that and when elaine tried to put aster in sports instead of dance--figuring her fiery nature would be put to good use--aster managed to get kicked off of every single team of every single sport she tried b/c of her aggression. theyve had to fight a few lawsuits after aster’s broken a number of noses and sporting equipments)

myra was learning two languages, aster? dyslexic and could barely read english as it was; science made sense to her, however. plants? especially.

people confused myra and aster for twins nearly all the damn time, despite only being cousins, they were so alike and yet so opposite

that was, of course, until they got into a nasty spat when they were seventeen

it was something about dead parents and resentments and yadda yadda; it didn’t end well

aster wound up running away......all the way back to los angeles.

n i mean like......homegirl literally managed to run away across the gd country w/o getting caught or murdered

by the time she arrived in los angeles her aunt was sort of like ‘fuck it ur almost 18′ b/c....aster was nearly 18 by the time she arrived in the city, and elaine contacted maverick who in which found aster

aster did not want to go with him, after hearing stories about him just being no-good

but at that point, maverick was one of los angeles’ head detectives with a beautiful apartment and a beautiful wife and a beautiful dog and just kind of living his best life ?? after dahlia’s death he had really cleaned himself up y’kno

aster still kind of resented him but that was more of an inner thing

anyways she started attending ucla b/c her mother attended ucla, but her mother wasn’t a part of a sorority

it was one of those spur of the moment decisions and like nobody knows how aster ended up in theta sigma eta b/c she’s like a grumpy grandmother

but like she dun’ did that

we stan

a year ago maverick was diagnosed w cancer and has been in the hospital battling it ever since, aster is admittedly effected by it but like would never tell anybody ever

she doesn’t really tell anybody anything about her life, like, it’s a gd mystery

uuuuuuuuh aster works in a floral shop as a florist and grows her own shit ranging from fruits, vegetables, weed, shrooms, uh opium poppies yeah she Does that

it’s organic n fresh n shit like the devil works hard but aster works harder

she doesn’t really ~sell~ too often b/c she’s kinda selfish w her stash but it’s some top notch shit when she does

no she doesn’t grow in the floral shop she’s not Stupid

aster inherited some of her mother’s properties Out There so she drives up almost everyday to take care of her plants

uuuhh fun fact, aster’s part of a dance like...company, kind of? but not really ? outside of ucla b/c she hates being involved in school shit besides habitat for humanity

personality

v v v harsh tbh

she won’t beat around the bush, usually...brutally honest, tbh?

like lbr she’s kind of a bitch too

just v offputting at first b/c she tells it like how it is n doesn’t rly care abt ur problems

doesn’t go around lookin’ for new friends but if you’re tight w her then she’ll probably die for u like she’s v loyal

but if u wrong her like even once she’ll drop u and treat u like right shit

she either feels intensely or nothing at all n that’s like. smth u have to deal w/

she’s v v v chaotic neutral, bordering evil--really works in her own favors

became a botanist after her mother bc she admired her mother more than anybody else

not saying that being vegan is a personality trait

but

aster’s a vegan

n just super hardcore into saving the earth n shit?

litter and she’ll break ur nose, basically

v into sustainable living n shit. rides her bicycle everywhere if she can, rly rarely drives, doesn’t do fast fashion at ALL

v v passionate, will argue w/ u until u admit she’s right even if she’s painfully wrong

like super stubborn, v opinionated, assumes the worst of u immediately

a lil cynical, but is more realist than pessimist

BIG FUCKING GAY

like so gay

she’s not Out-Out but she definitely doesn’t hide it, just doesn’t think it’s necessary to be like ‘im gay’ every 5 minutes n doesn’t think it’s necessary to let ppl kno she’s gay b/c shes just like....its my business

kinda bitch to flirt w dudes for fun in order to lead them on, get them to do things for her, etc. etc. just to disappoint in the end

this is big dumbass energy b/c that’s how u get stabbed

unless aster stabs u first

kinda gal who’ll key ur car if u piss her off during a class debate, but will also stick thumb tacks into ur wheels n shit too

like.....i said she’s spiteful, right? b/c she can b so spiteful

really, genuinely, has no regard for other ppl’s feelings

her music taste is either heavy rock or straight up like grimes/die antwoord there is no in between (prolly listens to billie eilish tho)

owns a pet tarantula n yes she has it in her dorm n Yes she brings it out n plays w it n shit her name is stevie nicks n u better respect her

big slut

would never cheat on u but also probably wouldn’t date u in the first place bc she’s scared of like....being in a relationship b/c all of hers are p much on the rocks

probably carries around a pocket knife at all times

probably bought said pocket knife from a dude in an alleyway for like $5

myra also goes to ucla and theyre 100% still not speaking but that’s bc they’re both too stubborn to go to each other but like lbr aster misses her cousin

v unruly, nvr brushes her hair, usually got dirt on her clothes bc she’s prolly been digging in gardens or stealing flowers or some shit

bright side is tht she always smells like flowers

theta sigma eta is lucky b/c she cooks her own meals w her own fresh veggies n shit n she always makes too much food n like ? so good

but anyways she’s also got like no manners okay she’s so impolite

uuuuuuh god i dunno what else

wanted connections

ride or die

other friends of varying closeness

ex-friends ???

...like somebody she’s into but also...not into? v conflicted feelings

on-and-off-agains bc their relationship is awful n probably toxic but it just. hurt so good

ex-gfs

ex-hookups

boys she’s led on

boys she’s currently leading on

flirtatious encounter gone wrong [not clickbait] ??

enemies

enemies but gone sexual [not clickbait]

buyers of her products - either weed, shrooms, or opium teehee

roommate

give her somebody she was a uwu soft crush on but would nvr do anything abt bc gross romance !!

alternately, unrequited crushes of any sorts

fellow gays b/c gays always end up knowing each other

party pals

frenemies ??

sdfgh give me her dad’s trophy wife pleathe....it’d be so funny

childhood friends tht knew her b4 she moved to boston so like...ages 0-9

childhood friends tht knew her after she moved to boston so like...ages 9-17

or acquaintances bc she was....a mean one

A TUTOR just b/c she can rly struggle w her dyslexia

#uclas:intro

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growth :>

Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,,,,, there is this guy I have been talking to since march i believe!! so its been only 2 months since we started talking, he’s all the way in japan while im here at the other side of the world in california. and though it’s been a very short time, he makes me feel like a highschooler again, feeling so giddy and extra giggly and stuff. i can confidently say i like him but at my emotional state? not so much.

as of today, he’s out deployed at sea, so no connection for the next 6 months. and although it will be definitely lonely, i do think theres a positive side to this. you see, this man is so bright. he’s emotionally mature, funny, dorky, positive, he’s seemingly established and basically he got his life together. while im the total opposite: still in school with a barista as a part time job, financially and emotionally insecure with a bunch of baggage. the next few months will allow me to address my emotional issues and just kinda picking myself up to become a confident person. if things do go right, i want to be able become strong person for him and be able to tend to his emotional needs. because right now im always spiraling down lmao

i cannot stress how amazing he is. he’s really proud of the work he has done and he’s just this outgoing established man that anyone can see. the way i am right now, i dont think i can give him the things he deserves. i want to be able to do that in the near future if things do go right. but first, i have to take care of myself, i need to graduate college, i need to find a good job, i need to be financially secure. i need to REALLY put myself first before being able to take care of someone. i believe he’s someone who deserves anything and everything and yknow. and againnnnnnnnn if things do go in the right direction, id like to be able to provide that for him. at the moment? no. mannnnnn i got so much emotional baggage that i need to unpack before going into dating again.

i saw this tweet directed to some signs, one of them being pisces to be exact, and it was concerning other signs also, but more notably on aquarius n gemini (my rising n sun). idk how about yall but i do have experience reading stuff and it being hiiiiiiighly accurate. so anyways, it was talking about:

"they” [me basically] have alot of things going on in their life (true tho) and is having a difficult time juggling everything in life right now. you could have met them around april, or that month might be significant in some way but things might have slowed down all of a sudden. this person feels they must focus on certain priorities right now in order to free up time and energy for this connection in the near future. this person was not expecting this connection to hit them like this and they are making proper plans to be able to build a future with you. they might have more on their plate than they let you know, but relax your mind because everything that this person is coming forward with will bring clarity. they feel that if they focus too much on this right now there’s a chance they’ll sabotage but not on purpose. they arent sure they can make you happy right now but they are working on it. this person will message when the timing is right and when their life is more balanced. they know how special you are and they feel they need to step up in order to give you everything you deserve. the pressure this person feels is coming from them because they think so highly of you. time is needed but there will be a conversation in the future.

CAN I JUST SAY HOW ACCURATE THIS IS THO DFKGJDKGN dkgdg slojfs im just like !!!! i didnt expect him to dm me !!! and i just !!! im currently such a disaster and i just have so many things to work on. and i promised myself that i need to organize my life in order to go back into dating. dating is not my priority. but also like tht doesnt mean i cant have fun or something? lol but also likeeeee,,,,, he’s so far away and i REALLY dont have the emotional space to be doing LDR again. i just got out of a 2 yr ldr last year and i can say i already moved on but its something i CANNOT do again. anyways

he’s always calling me amazing and beautiful and of course it makes me blush !! i get to darn shy !!! but sometimes i just think, what if he sees me in person and is disappointed? his friend tells me otherwise but i really cant help but think that way. anyways!! he always showers me with compliments like my friends do so it just shows that i need to see myself the way that everyone does. i should treat myself better.

maybe its too soon to say anything, but i think he’s good for me. he makes me want to become a better person. i love his bright aura and i think anyone that basks in it would instantly feel good. i know i sound SO sappy. but um i just think he’s neat hehe. i would love to be able to become just as bright as him and confidently stand next to him :”)

ANYWAYS. i will be using this 6 months for personal growth to become a person i can be proud of and maybe be able to stand confidently next to him ! we will see what happens. :>

#i think im feeling very gud abt this ! !! !!!#another long diary post

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princesiddie · 7 years

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I think dpd! Link would just get his mind BLOWN in an interpersonal communication class. Like, hold on, outside perspectives and adjustments on self awareness and esteem can be observed and changed?? What?! Cue him taking slow breaths in the bathroom calling up Zelda like “what the FUCK sis I can be a loved fulfilled person I don’t believe it”

to b perfectly honest w u tho hed probably do tht Mentally Ill ™ thing where hes like “oh but thats not true for ME im different im the only one this doesnt work for” or else hes like ,, i dont kno how to explain it but hed be too afraid of like disappointing/upsetting someone by thinking so highly of himself to really truly Accept it ? if tht makes sense ?? but also like maybe links not like me hed probably dig it n be a lot better @ internalizing it than me and ! ur right ! just hearing it would probably b rly nice fr him ! coz like its not necessarily a profound or new thing to think about like u hear it n u think “well yeah makes sense thats sorta obvious” but link who probably hasnt heard it before n has indeed been dealing w his own endless thoughts saying the exact opposite for years n years so like. even just hearing it is really nice probably make him cry

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sexysilverstrider · 2 years

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i love that reijis name literally has the same phonetical sound as rage when the sakamaki who has the most anger issues is subaru

#reiji is literally the calmest one #but his name sounds like rage #kinda like laito whose name has the same sound as light #n hes the exact opposite of tht #meanwhile shuu has the same sound as shoo #like shooing a cat #which shuu is #fafar yaps #about dialova

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captainjanegay · 7 years

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[1D] tell me there are things that you regret

Title: tell me there are things that you regret Ship: Ziall (Zayn Malik x Niall Horan) Genre: angst with happy ending Rating: T Word count: ~4,4k Summary: “I bumped into Niall yesterday.” Zayn was so busy carrying two cartons of milk to the fridge and he almost missed those words. Almost.

Because whenever that name was mentioned, he still felt like a little spark was going over his whole body. A/N: ok, i’ll try not to babble for too long, promise. I’d like to dedicate tht fic for two incredibly special and lovely people. @lepetitcomte aka my lovely mum who gave me the request. I have to say that I hated her at first, because I can’t and I didn’t want to write angst. But then she told me to fixt the whole thing. So I did.

The second person I want to mention is @farfromthstars DID U GUYS KNOW THAT IT’S PIA’S BDAY TODAY?! I thought that today will be a great date to post this fic so I can provide you with some new Ziall content and (hopefully!) make you smile a bit ;’) ‘m sorry I haven’t managed to do anything just for you, promise to do better next year djasdjak Anyway! I love you so much, you deserve the Universe and then some more, I hope you’ll get all the hugs in the world, including an one (or more) from Niall ;’) I wish you the happiest birthday, love <3

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the fic wasn’t beta’d and all mistakes are my own. you’ve been warned, i’m sorry dakjdak

There was a soft knock on the door. Zayn knew who he’d find on the other side before he even went to answer it. There weren’t that many people visiting him and besides, when you lived all your life with someone, you got used to their habits. Even their knocks.

“Hello, love,” Zayn was greeted by a big smile as soon as he opened the door and a pair of warm arms tugged him closer, crushing him in a hug.

For a woman her size, Trisha Malik was pretty strong. At least when it came to hugs.

“Hi, mum,” he answered, pressing a kiss to his mum’s cheek. “What are you doing here?”

Just as Zayn expected, she almost completely ignored his question and walked past him to get to the kitchen. Only then Zayn noticed that she was carrying two bags, probably filled with food. Trisha started explaining that she just was in the neighbourhood and she decided to check on her only son - who she wasn’t seeing often enough, of course. Both of them knew that it was pure nonsense, but nobody said a word. It was always like this.

Before Zayn reached the kitchen, the counter was already halfway filled with groceries and boxes with homemade goodies.

“You’re aware that I can do shopping on my own? And that I also have a cooker?”

“I have doubts if you even use it. You’re forgetting to eat properly again, you think I don’t know you?” Trisha sent him a glare over her shoulder. “You’re getting skinnier and skinnier every time I see you!”

“You’ve seen me three days ago, mum. And you said the exact same thing. I think you’re exaggerating a bit, ya know?”

Despite his words, Zayn couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face. It was nice to have someone that cared about him. Even if it was just his mum. Besides, his mama’s meals always were the highlight of his days.

For a few moments he only watched his mum shifting around the kitchen. Sometimes Zayn thought that she knew this place better than he did, even though he lived in this apartment for a few years now. And he did cook from time to time, despite his mum’s accusations.

To not feel like an alien in his own house, Zayn moved from where he was leaning against the doorframe and helped Trisha unpack all the food she’d brought. He also tried to keep up with the updates on their family and friends that his mum was giving him. It turned out to be harder than packing groceries away. To be honest, he didn’t really listened that carefully, it was a lot of information and he didn’t even cared about half of it. One thing was for sure - he didn’t inherit wordiness from his mother.

“I bumped into Niall yesterday.”

Zayn was so busy carrying two cartons of milk to the fridge and he almost missed those words. Almost.

Because whenever that name was mentioned, he still felt like a little spark was going over his whole body. It startled him hard enough, that one of the cartons he was holding, fell on the floor with a loud thud.

“Shit,” Zayn mumbled under his breath, picking up the container and clearing his throat awkwardly. “That’s- Um, that’s great. How’s he doing?”

His heart started pounding faster, which was absolutely ridiculous. He really shouldn’t be reacting like that. Not anymore. But… Zayn really didn’t know if he wanted to know the answer for a questions he’s just asked. If he was ready for it.

“Have you talked to him lately?” His mum said instead, as if she could tell that Zayn was having a tiny internal crisis even when he tried to hide behind the fridge’s door.

She probably could.

“I…,” Zayn started, unsure. “Um, we texted? Earlier this month or so, don’t remember.”

Of course he did remember and it wasn’t even close to this two weeks of October that had passed. The last time was about 5 months ago. Zayn texted him about Slow Hands being a great banger and that he loved it. Niall thanked him. That was all. Zayn remembered it painfully well. His mum didn’t have to know that, though.

Trisha glared at Zayn, probably hadn’t believed him at all. “We haven’t really had time to catch up properly, he was in a rush, as you all always are. But that’s understandable, his album is coming out in a few days, right?”

It took a lot of Zayn’s self control to stop a heavy sigh from escaping his mouth. Why did his mother want to talk about Niall so badly? Zayn knew why - just to mess with him. Or maybe because she adored Niall with passion, like everyone else always did. Probably both. Still, it was really unfair she made him go through this. Mothers shouldn't do things like this.

“Yeah, I think it is?” he nodded, trying to sound casual about it. He knew exactly when it’s out. He hadn’t really checked any social media in a while, hadn’t listened to the radio. And yet, he still knew that Flicker is out on October 20th, which happened to be tomorrow. It was hard not to know this, when posters with Niall’s face on them were hunting Zayn for a good two weeks. The Universe really did hate him.

And it was obviously just a coincidence that his mother picked that day to pay him a visit.

“I’ve heard his single the other day, they were playing it on the radio. It’s really beautiful, isn’t it?”

Closing his eyes for a second, Zayn took a deep breath and straightened up. It was starting to become suspicious that he was crouching with his head in the fridge for so long, so he needed to finally close it. That didn’t mean he was ready to face his mother who was watching him carefully.

“Um, I… I haven’t really had time to listen to it yet. Bet it’s wonderful, though. His previous ones had been really aces so why this one wouldn’t?” He said, making his way to the other side of the kitchen, aiming for the cooker. “Do you want some tea? I’ll fix us some, yeah?”

Tea was always a good idea, especially when it created an opportunity to run away from his own mum. Zayn loved her more than anything, but sometimes she was too much. And she wasn’t subtle at all.

Luckily, Trisha seemed to get the hint and she dropped the topic, telling Zayn about how Safaa was doing in school and what was happening at home - that of course he wasn’t visiting enough - in general. Zayn was glad to focus on that and not of his former bandmate that still had this weird effect on him.

It wasn’t until later, when they sat by the table, all the groceries put away, a cup of tea in each hand, something bubbling happily in a pot his mum put on the cooker a while ago. Zayn was content with the relative silence, having his mum on the other side of the table and not having to worry about anything important at the moment. But it would be too good of an afternoon if it had stayed this way.

“You really should talk to him, you know?”

Zayn flinched, turning his head towards his mum.

“Who?” he asked dumbly. Considering the look on Trisha’s face, he knew exactly what she was going to say next. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t pretend.

“Niall,” she said, looking like she was trying very hard not to roll her eyes. Instead, she looked at her son, a hint of worry in her voice. “Don't you miss him?”

“We are talking,” Zayn stated, completely ignoring the second question he was asked. The only reaction he’d gotten was a disapproving glance. Damn, this woman knew him too well. “We really are. Maybe not as often as we used to, but… I mean… I don’t know what you expect me to say.”

“I’m not expecting you to say anything,” she sighed. “Well, not to me, at least. But don’t you think it’s time to stop sulking?”

“I’m not sulking.”

Even Zayn could tell that his voice was saying something completely opposite and he hated himself for that. But the truth was, he wasn’t sulking. Pining, maybe. But not sulking. He wasn’t five to be sulking without any reason to do so.

“It’s just…,” his mum leaned forward, biting her lip, “you two were so… close. And happy. Back then. I miss seeing you like that, you know?”

“Mum…,” it sounded like a whine and Zayn wanted to bang his head against the table. However, he doubted if that would help him convince his mother that he was totally ok and totally not sulking. “Why are we talking about him anyway? You bugging me about it wouldn’t change much, would it?”

Zayn almost winced at how harsh his voice sounded. He didn’t mean to snap at his mother like this. It was just tiring, being reminded how he had fucked up and what he had lost. Whom he had lost. Zayn would prefer some help with forgetting about all this.

Trisha sent him a hard look and for a few second, she hasn’t said a word. When she finally spoke, her voice sounded much softer and kinder than her look might suggest. “You’re right. Me bugging you about him won’t change much. But maybe I’ll finally bug you enough that you'll do something about it.”

Clenching his teeth, Zayn looked down at the mug he was holding, not saying anything more.

***

Zayn wasn’t the easiest person to be around. He had some awful habits, that he knew he should get rid off, but he couldn’t. Tendency to run away from his problems when they were becoming too much to handle, cutting people off - even the ones closest to his heart - or feeling suffocated by a lot of, sometimes very trivial stuff. Some people said that it wasn’t something bad, that it was just his way to deal with the big, bad world. Or at least his mum said so. But the truth was, that sometimes those things was getting in Zayn’s way. Stopping him from doing things he really wanted to do, but was too scared or too stupid to try.

With a heavy sigh, Zayn rolled on his bed. He should add “overthinking” to the long list of his bad habits. As well as “thinking the dead of night is a perfect time to reflect on his miserable life”. It wasn’t causing any good.

He untangled his arm from under the covers and tried to find the phone without opening his eyes. It was harder than expected, but finally his fingers reached the device and brought it up to his face. Peeking one eye open, Zayn cursed under his breath when the bright light hit his tired eyes. It was just a few minutes after 3 in the morning and Zayn hated the whole world as if his insomnia was its fault. But it was easier, blaming something that couldn’t defend itself. This way his guilt trip wasn’t eating him alive.

He was mostly alright, though. Just sometimes, on nights like this, he felt that stupid sinking feeling in his stomach, the urge to punch someone. Himself, preferably. It was all gone the next day, most of this moping at least, so it wasn’t really that bad. The only problem was that nights like that were happening quite often lately.

After a few minutes of mindless staring at his phone, Zayn taped out the code and unlocked it. For god-knows-which time he gave himself a mental smack on the head and almost laughed at his own soppiness. There were so many combinations and yet, he had to pick those four damn digits. And after all this time he couldn’t bring himself to change it.

His fingers hovered over the screen, not sure why he’d even taken the phone.

Except he did.

With a defeated sigh, Zayn clicked the Spotify icon. During her visit, Trisha at least ten times mentioned how beautiful Too Much To Ask was and that he should listen to it. And who Zayn was to say no to his own mother.

It wasn’t like he didn’t want to hear it. Listening to Niall’s voice was always a great experience, no matter whether the Irishman was singing, talking or laughing. And that was exactly the reason why Zayn was so hesitant. The fact that he wasn’t able to hear much of the talking or the laughing lately hurt too much.

Plus, after hearing to the previous single, Zayn wasn’t sure if he could handle to the rest of the album. Listening to Slow Hands made him feel that awful sting of jealousy, because thinking about Niall hooking up with some random chick wasn’t really his favourite way of spending the day. The possibility of hearing more things like this made him anxious. He didn’t want to realise that Niall was over him, while Zayn most certainly wasn’t over Niall. Didn’t matter what he was telling others.

Nevertheless, he was a weak man. Especially with his mum gushing about the song all day and sending him all those weird looks. He typed out the title and clicked play, trying to ignore his pounding heart.

Soft sounds filled Zayn’s bedroom. Just after the first notes, Zayn knew that it wasn’t something he had expected. When Niall started singing, Zayn closed his eyes and clutched the phone more firmly in his hand. After a while without hearing it, Niall’s voice sounded different from what Zayn remembered. It was stronger, somehow a bit foreign. But at the same time so familiar. And even more beautiful.

Zayn was worried that over the furious pounding of his heart he wouldn’t be able to hear the lyrics properly. But every single word was clear as day, resounding loudly in the silence of the room. And it felt like every single one of them was ripping Zayn’s heart from his chest, releasing all the thoughts and feelings he was carefully stashing for all this time. It was all out now, like Zayn could hear it in the song.

Staring down at his phone, Zayn didn’t know whether he wanted to turn it off or to play the song once more and then again, so he wouldn’t miss anything. He did none of this, vision to blurry to see the screen properly. Was he crying? He wasn’t really sure. Zayn held his phone even tighter, feeling the urge to throw it across the room, to make it all stop. Instead, he just lay on his bed, petrified.

He felt like there was not enough space in his lungs for him to breath properly.

Not enough space in this room. Or in this city.

All the thoughts in his head, the sounds of the song, his pulse pounding in his ears, it all seemed to mix and blend until it turned into a static noise in his mind.

Before Zayn even realised, he was standing in the middle of the room, putting on first clothes he could find. It might have been the worst thing to do, but he couldn’t just let it go.

He had already let go once.

The whole ride was just a blur. Zayn had no idea how he managed to get to the other side of the city without crashing his car or running somebody over. He parked the car, barely remembering about locking it up. After a few more minutes, after running in the chill autumn air, Zayn finally reached his destination. He was trembling all over, his hands shaking. It was hard to tell whether it was because of the emotions, the cold or something entirely different.

Zayn stood there, staring at the door in front of him. What was he even doing? He didn't know if Niall was here and the song might not meant what Zayn thought, hoped it did. Was he allowed to do this? Just show up at Niall's doorstep, all of sudden, after months of silence and years of not seeing each other? Why was his heart speeding its beating even more, just at the thought of seeing Niall's face?

Zayn took a step back.

The adrenaline he felt earlier was rushing out of him with every breath he took. Instead, the panic was slowly taking over. Zayn felt the urge to run back to his flat, bury himself under the covers and pretend he'd never heard Niall's song, his mum's words from earlier and the crazy thumping of his heart. In situations like this, Zayn had never been the brave one and the possibility of being rejected or Niall not being here, made it even worse.

Although, Zayn was a coward earlier and instead of protecting him, it left him with a wounded heart. It was hard to live with it. So he knocked.

For a few, incredibly long and painful moments, nothing was happening. Zayn had a feeling that he still could hear the echo of his fist knocking against the wooden door, noise so loud in the quiet night. But maybe Niall didn’t hear it? If he even was there, he was probably asleep and Zayn knew Niall always was a heavy sleeper. Trying to ignore the anxiety and the blood rushing in his ears, Zayn raised his hand to ring the bell.

As soon as he placed his finger on the doorbell, the door swung open. Zayn’s brain needed a few long seconds to gather what was happening and only then realised that he should stop ringing.

Despite everything, Zayn really couldn’t believe that he was lucky enough to catch Niall in here, that he wasn’t on the other side of the globe. He really hoped that it was a reason to be happy.

They stood there, just staring at each other, none of them could really believe who they saw. Zayn’s eyes wandered through Niall's body, just for a second or two. He was in a pair of sweats and a loose shirt, that was still stretching across his broad shoulders. His dark hair was ruffled, short stubble covering his cheeks. And those beautiful blue eyes, now wide opened were staring right at Zayn. Niall looked different, more mature, maybe more tired. Which seemed odd, because not that much time had passed since they've seen each other the last time, so things shouldn't change that much. And yet, they seemed to do.

“Zayn.”

Niall's tone was quiet, but not unsure or questioning. It sounded a bit like a sigh, but Zayn couldn’t tell whether it was a relieved or heavy one. Zayn’s heart - just a second ago pumping like crazy - now almost stopped after hearing his name being said by that low, raspy voice that he loved so much. His breath hitched in his throat, tongue feeling too big for his mouth. What was he doing here? It was difficult to catch at least one coherent thought in the mess that Zayn’s mind was at the moment. Mostly, there was Niall, his eyes closer that they were in years, his smell, his voice. And that damn song, still playing in Zayn’s brain on repeat.

“Was it about me?” Zayn blurted out before he could think twice.

It might not be the best way to start this conversation, but Zayn was surprised and quite proud of himself for being able to produce any words at all.

“I- What?” Niall shook his head, like he tried to focus. “Was what about you?”

“The song,” Zayn took a step closer. His fingers were twitching to touch Niall, to grab at his arm. To resist the urge, he curled his hands into fists. “Too much to ask. Was it about me?”

Every time that question popped up in his head, Zayn felt stupid. Like he was still as vain as people tried to portray him. That he was just imagining things that weren’t there. Because… was he really that relevant? Was he so relevant that Niall had written such song about him?

But now the question was out. Zayn opened his heart for Niall and there was no coming back. He could only wait and hope that Niall’s answer won’t break him completely.

In response, Niall’s eyes widened in shock and he looked down after a second or two. Zayn could hear the deep breath he took. Niall’s hand that was holding the door, gripped the wood a bit tighter, while the fingers of his other hand ran through his hair.

“Nia-”

“What are you doing, Zayn?” when Niall spoke again his voice was harsh. He snapped his head up, but he looked more tired than angry. “What is this all about, why are you here? It’s not like we pay ourselves a lot of visits lately, you know?”

Zayn didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t sure if he should say anything at all. Before he could even open his mouth, Niall spoke again.

“We haven’t talked in months and now you just come here, like nothing had happened, in the middle of a fucking night? And you ask me if- What the fuck, Zayn?”

Niall took a step forward. They were standing almost chest to chest and Zayn was no longer sure of anything. He tried not to think about how did Niall’s body changed, tried not to be intimidated by how big he seemed from this close.

“It was so damn hard and when I thought that I- Fuck, I was doing better. And now you’re fucking here. What do you want me to do?” Niall’s fingers ran through that little piece of hair on his temple, the nervous gesture he’d never got rid off. “You want me to tell you that I was so attached that I couldn’t get over you? That I tried to hate you for how our relation went, but I couldn’t? That I’ve written a fucking song cause I don’t know how to deal with such things differently?”

The more Niall talked, the quicker and more jumbled his words became. Zayn could feel Niall’s hot breath against his face, his own heartbeat almost drowning out what Niall was saying. Scattered words were echoing through his head when Zayn tried to make sense out of them, to make sure that he heard what he thought he did.

It seemed almost impossible, though. In that moment, Zayn could think about only one thing that might help him understand. Only one thing that he wanted to do. So he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Niall’s.

He missed a bit, placing a kiss on the corner of Niall’s mouth. That move surprised Niall, who made a weird noise, his words muffled by Zayn’s lips. He jerked back, staring at Zayn, wide-eyed and silent. Feeling more anxious and stupid with every passing second, Zayn opened his mouth to say something. Apologise or say goodbye and run away. Anything to break this silence.

He never did any of those, because all of sudden Niall’s hand were on him, grasping the front of his hoodie and pulling Zayn closer, right into Niall’s arms, into his warmth. Their lips crushed together, the angle not exactly right to kiss properly. Zayn moved one of his hands up, from where it was resting on Niall’s chest and gripped the back of his broad neck. Trying to tangle his fingers in the short, brown hair at the nape, Zayn turned his head and took another step forward, pressing his chest into Niall’s. He could feel Niall’s heartbeat under his palm, trapped between their bodies.

A sigh escaped Zayn’s mouth, when he felt Niall licking at his lips, trying to get inside. He let him, pressing himself further into Niall’s embrace. He was afraid to let go, afraid that if he did, it would all disappear and he’d be back in his flat. Alone.

“Fuck,” Niall mumbled into Zayn’s mouth, leaving a few more small kisses on his lips. Slowly straightening his fingers, he brought his hands up to cup Zayn’s face. Niall rested his forehead on Zayn’s, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “Fuck you, Malik. I’d never free myself from you.”

“I don’t want you to,” Zayn whispered quickly. “Please don’t.”

A breathy laugh escaped Niall’s mouth. He moved his face away, just the slightest bit so he could look Zayn in the eyes. Absentmindedly, Niall rubbed Zayn’s cheek with his thumb. Zayn felt like his heart was about to burst in response to that gentle gesture.

“Do I have a choice?” Niall asked, his voice a bit teasing. “I was trying to and you fucked up all the progress I’ve made.”

Zayn grinned, trying to kiss Niall again, but his smile made it quite impossible.

“Sorry it took me so long, though,” he said and then added, getting serious, “Really. I’m sorry I kept you waiting. I was too scared and didn’t know what to do. And the longer I waited, the more I was convincing myself that it’s too late to fix it. I’m an idiot and-”

Just like Zayn did earlier, this time Niall closed his mouth with a kiss. It was very effective, maybe even too effective, since Zayn’s mind went completely blank, Niall’s lips the only thing he could think of.

“You are an idiot. ‘M happy you’d finally understood that so we can move on.”

“Actually it’s my mum. That helped me understand, like. She was dropping subtle hints for some time now,” Zayn felt like his face was going to break in two from how big he was smiling.

Niall hummed in acknowledgement, biting at his lower lip in a rubbish attempt to hide his own smile.

“Always knew Trisha’s the best Malik.” He said, moving his hands from Zayn’s cheeks to wrap his arms around Zayn’s middle. “But how about we talk more in the morning? Don’t want to ruin the mood but it’s gonna be fucking downing soon.”

“Oh. Right. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t-,” Zayn started. “You have a busy day ahead, I should just go…”

Niall only snorted, pulling Zayn inside and closing the front door behind them. “As if I’m going to let you go ever again.”

#ziall fic #ziall #writings #angst with a happy ending #HAPPY BDAY PIA!#*insert heart emojis here*#AND THANK YOU JULES FOR THE PROMPT #HOPE YOU BOTH WILL LIKE IT!#and like... there are things that aren't exactly as they should but let's just ignore it #for the sake of the happy ending dasjda #i can't write not-cheesy stuff sue me #anyway #ta-da!

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