#oh btw the smiley faces are very important to this
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Going "That's my friend :)))" whenever there's something about a friend that I don't understand entirely makes life a hell of a lot easier
Don't understand something? Doesn't matter that is my friend :)))))
#text post#this is very much how i felt towards system stuff when i was first becoming friends with orb (hi orb if youre reading this!!!)#like i didnt understand shit but the whole time i was like “thats my friend :3” and simply tried my best to understand#ill admit i still dont understand a lot of it- i just dont really know where to go to research it- but its still the same#i go “thats my friend :))))))” and accept it and try to understand it#oh btw the smiley faces are very important to this#the “thats my friend :))))” is specifically internally said in a lil silly voice#like “hehe that is my friend i love them :3” sorta vibes#i feel like if i posted this without the smileys it could be read as me going being annoyed but im not im 100% going “hehe frend :)))”
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TFP CONS X FEM!CON READER HCS PT.2!
ok so this is part 2. Uhm. I should’ve done this sooner but I’ve been busy😢 good news is im opening requests soon! Ok anyways enjoyyy! (Prob gon make a pt.3)
Oh and btw I’m like having a tiny break rn so I made this out of boredom. So everytime I post smth is mostly bc of boredom😢
Yall might be like “why are you making posts even if your requests r closed?” Like i said, im bored and every post i post is made when i have a break. My breaks dont rlly last long so yeah. And doing requests with only like and hour break or smth isn’t enough time in my opinion, srry. (Hope that made sense..)
(Breakdown, Soundwave, Shockwave)
REQUESTS STILL CLOSED‼️‼️‼️
Warnings‼️: mentions of figthing(s)
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Breakdown:
-One of our favorite strong boys☺️
-honestly, just like knockout, he would be interested in meeting you but since he’s in the medbay he’s gonna have to hear about you from rumors or Starscream.
-The first time he saw you was at a meeting, you didn’t interact at all, but he atleast saw you and thought you were beautiful.
-I honestly could see this man day dreaming abt u in the med bay like:
Knockout organizing his supplies in the Medbay, “Breakdown, why are you so silent all of a sudden?-“ turns around to see Breakdown day dreaming. “Oh primus..” Knockout mumbled..
Random silence in the Medbay.
“Y/n is so pretty..” Breakdown suddenly said, leaving Knockout just face planting himself.
-Then the day finally came, the day he finally had a chance to speak to you.
-you were coming into the Medbay, wounded from a fight against the Autobots. As you came in you met optics with Breakdown, then Knockout.
-After Knockout fixed you up, Breakdown quickly started a conversation with you.
“Hello,” Breakdown started, your optics widen a bit at the sudden voice but you turn around and see the blue mech look at you sweetly, “hello?…you’re Breakdown, right?..” you ask a little awkwardly.
-After the two of you introduced yourselves, the two of you were quickly close.
-Everyday you’d visit the Medbay when they’re slow and no injured vehicons or others, talking to Breakdown. Knockout would sometimes smirk at Breakdown as he’d talk to you, you didn’t find that out until after you became mates with Breakdown. (I think they’re called conjuxes?? I forgot, ima use mates for now-)
-Speaking of mates, the day finally came when Breakdown confessed to you. He confessed to you a little nervously, I could see him stuttering a bit and rubbing the back of his neck canes with a servo, or fidgeting with his fingers instead. You have got to accept his love bc what he said to you was so adorable 😢
-he’d definitely call you either “love” or just “my spark.” PDA?? Yes, he wants to let others know your his. How he kisses? Pretty passionate. He’d also become protective of you, and he’d BEG you to come to the Medbay since he’s mostly in there all day.
Soundwave:
-MY NUMBER ONE FAV WAVE😍😍
-he’s soo..WHXBDHRIEJNX
-anyways.
-when you first arrived he didn’t care or say anything, he literally can’t say anything at all tho so🤷🏻♀️ bros a mute💀
-I feel like he’d show you around the Nemesis kinda like how Starscream would. Or, he would go over important things you needed to know by playing a recording of Megatron talking abt that kind of stuff.
-When the day you fought the Autobots for the first time since you joined them he was in awe. A fem like you having strength like that? Ofc he knows he’s stronger tho so.
-The next time you’d see him after your battle he would silently just stand infront of you.
Soundwave standing infront of you, looking down/up at you. “Uhm..Soundwave?..why have you blocked my way..” you ask, he then plays a recording going like, “Y/N-strong-very-strong-it-is-impressive.”
Your optics widened but you just smiled at him, “oh thank you, Soundwave..” he then placed a smiley face on his visor and walked away.
-Everytime there would be a meeting you’d see him plaster a smile on his visor and you’d smile back. He’s too silly.
-I feel like you’d fall first. Why? Idk. He’s too silly to resist. I mean, am I wrong tho???
-When he’d fall for you he’d either confess to you by using a recording, or show you smth he typed on his visor. (Like a poem ykyk)
-he wouldn’t call you any names. Bc. Yk. But he would let you watch some things on his visor when not busy. You found the show, “my little pony.” How? Just know that Megatron may or may not have watched it once and you saw.
-Since Soundwave doesn’t rlly have a mouth you just kiss him on the visor and he’d place a smiley face, holding you around the waist. PDA?? Ehhh…yes. Just maybe not infront of Megatron.
Shockwave:
-illogical my ass once eye mf.
-jk I love this mad scientist <33
-he did not gaf abt ur arrival. At. All. Like he’s busy tryna make some shit in his lab 😢
-but, the first time he ever saw you was when you explored the Nemesis alone and entered his lab.
“What is the purpose of your arrival..” Shockwave asked, “nothing. Just..lookin around..” you say back
-he wanted you OUT. Like go away bitch🙄
-but you didn’t, so you just stayed and started chatting with him as he did work. Sometimes when Shockwave either needed smth yours grab it for him.
-or, when he makes a mistake (which will probably never happen bc he’s a smart ass) you’d correct him. You’d then start talkin abt science things which perks his interest with you. He hates your humor tho.
“Would you like to hear something humorous?” You ask, “no. Jokes are illogical.” He responded, continuing his work.
-rude.
-honestly it’d take a whileeeee for yall to click. He’d start falling for you eventually tho. His confession wasn’t anything sweet, it was just some straight up confession.
-one day in the lab you wanted to help Shockwave out, and once it got all quiet between yall he literally just blurted, “I’ve grown some feelings for you.” Smth like that.
-of course you felt the same. You had to. He has big boobs😍
-I feel like he’d call you “little one” or “my spark” how he kisses?? Blud don’t got a mouth. You’d kiss his helm tho softly, and PDA?? Only in his lab, he’s kinda serious, but he loves you dearly and would protect you. He’d also make you things himself like gifts! <33
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Ok this one’s kinda bad tbh. I’m sorry☹️ I’ll do a pt.3 as soon as I can! Sorry for how late this is too btw!!
#transformers#tfp breakdown#TFP breakdown x reader#tfp soundwave#TFP Soundwave x reader#tfp shockwave#TFP shockwave x reader#⁉️#uh#tags#balls#OO PUT IT DOWN.
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it's 1 am, anyway time for walkthrough of my entire rewatch of czech it out. as my brain slowly melts into pieces. get ready for a long-as-shit post.
EPISODE 1!!!!!
youtube
can i say. first of all. wtf are these graphics. what were they thinking and why does it kind of work with the atmosphere.
second of all. introduction of the coffee. does carzzy like coffee? is that his coffee? who made the coffee? all differs depending on the video.
introduction of the smiley "i agree to anything carzzy says" humanoid. he has that rookie vibe here like he's very unsure of himself but oh boy marek, carzzy is not a stable anchor.
also, carzzy calling humanoid "marek brazda" every chance he gets, istg. he 100% says it just because he loves how it sounds. brazzzzda.
cut to carzzy calling him unskilled and we get the classic "i've been insulted by carzzy" face. i love that he has these patented modes. so far we've had "carzzy loml you can never do anything wrong (meant ironically)" and "carzzy loml 🥺🥺 spare me anything sir i haven't but a penny" (it has been 40 seconds)
face is exemplified when carzzy goes out of his way to place his cup on (what i assume is) humanoid's desk, cause of course he does.
humanoid gets asked a question about mid and so carzzy is RESPECTFUL and lets humanoid speak.
just leaving this here. btw: "marek brazda" counter: II
i realize at this point there are so many things to point out but i'm too lazy to screencap them. first of all, carzzy complaining about pantheon/taliyah and humanoid who was not listening at all just going "nice :)" and carzzy also needs a moment to register and then goes. "no." and then they start arguing about something with approx. 0 heart and 2 braincells of what they're arguing about. and then carzzy does the thing where he lets humanoid get the last word (thing he does all the fucking time) and just hums like a girl cause SHE IS down bad. (btw me calling carzzy a girl is not an insult it's an um actually? 🏳️🌈🤓 moment.)
G2 TIME!!
one of the most important things about carzzynoid is their nonchalant complete factually incorrect statements. can guarantee you they think it's the funniest shit ever, however, it's only funny if no one laughs. they have these voices where you can tell they're trying to make themselves sounds as uncaring as possible. anyway yeah guys, g2 is 10th, 9th place team for sure.
CAN I SAY. carzzy's heterochromia is insane in these early videos. every close-up on his face i go woawwww!! idk if it's more noticeable or if i'm just going insane. anyway humanoid goes on to end the segment with "pojďme se na to společně podívat!" (according to software that seems about correct to me) meaning "let's take a look at it together" otherwise LITERALLY meaning "check it out." or something pretty close. as an EXTREME linguistics nerd and general languages lover i think hearing them speak czech makes me explode about 10 times anyway so. idk if that's a correct analysis :)
THIS carzzy smirk. i could write a paragraph here honestly. anyway humanoid asks a question and carzzy does not answer because why would he.
EYES.
then carzzy goes on a rant about how amazing their coach is only for his genius mordekaiser pick to be wasted on MAREK BRAZDA (counter: III)
insulted marek left, "i'm not blaming anyone" marek right. (carzzy was totally blaming you dude. you're both so horrible.)
carzzy checks in on humanoid for that one, lmao. makes sure that he understands, yep.
NEXT DYNAMIC UP!! the fuckin sad lions/chad lions thing. carzzy thinks they are "sad lions" cause they lost both games.
carzzy calls humanoid a czech, a clearly very embarrassing insult. also he hesitated a bit which meant he was SCRAMBLING for a different insult but really. czech? that's the best he could come up with. pussy.
anyway he's bullied marek into participating in the content and so he actually has to give his thoughts and he thinks he's a bad chad bitch who actually LET them win. also "this guy" counter: I. because humanoid hates calling carzzy anything actually. carzzy is just a pest to him and he needs to express that to carzzy face. obviously.
CONFLICT RESOLUTION!! i love how their dynamic is straight up insult each other until one person goes: actually you're the best i love you so much you're so hot so talented i agree with everything you say i'm a shit stain you're a saint i'll do anytthing-
VIDEO END
final thoughts: ough it's 2:30 am now but it was worth it honestly feels fucking amazing to type all this out imma go to sleep hopefully nobody reads this because really you're wasting your time. if you did <3 thanks.
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ATTITUDE || 019
HELLO MY ATTITUDIANS (i thought that name was funny).
shout out to chapter 19. gotta be one of my favorite chapters,,it’s crazy how we made it to 19 already. this also has to be one of my favorite covers so far, the girlies look so nice here. please put your seatbelts on because this chapter is JUICY you thought last chapter was crazy? oh man. this chapter will also be split btw
now i can make this joke: 19 dollar fortnite card. who wants it? and yes. im giving it away.
VENGEANCE IS HERE. This is a very big night for you. It’s something you’ve been waiting for. Just to get your hands on Torrie and finish what she started.
The camera pans up on Doctor Smiley, who’s going through some of his notes.
“I know this night is very important to you. I’m glad you came. Debra gave me a call, she’s concerned you’ve been…..on a downward spiral.”
Once the camera switches towards you, the crowd cheers.
You’re not sure what he means. You’ve never felt better. “Well, I feel fine. There’s nothing wrong, from what I know of.”
Doctor Smiley simply nods, then writes something down. It’s silent for a moment, but he looks up towards you. “Plaid?”
“What about it?”
“New, isn’t it?” He questions. “If my memory serves correctly, that seems a little off from your normal attire.” It’s not much, but the jacket you’re wearing is telling him a lot. “Well, to be more modern, it’s just not your style.”
It makes a small smile grow on your face, the thought of Raven clouding your mind. You cross your legs. “A little recommendation from a friend, that’s all. Don’t you think I look nice?”
You’re reticent. He should’ve known. He also pencils this down, not answering your other question. “Right. I’m sure. Speaking of friends…how do you feel about Torrie Wilson? It’s to my understanding you two aren’t seeing eye to eye.”
What a wonderful question.
“When I think about Torrie, all I have are negative feelings.” You say. “I feeel…like I want to give her comeuppance.”
“…Would you say you want vengeance?”
“Yeah.” You nod. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
BACKSTAGE // 6:56 PM
Earlier that night, you and Torrie were going back and forth in the training center, rehearsing the match for the night. You two had a decent amount of spots, not too over the top. All you two wanted to do was to showcase your strength and hers.
Outside of a kayfabe standpoint, having a match with her made you thrilled. It reminded you of the ones you had in WCW from time to time.
It’s shaping up to be a good night. Even the other matches had you excited.
SCOTTY 2 HOTTY & ALBERT VS. CHRISTIAN AND TEST
EDGE VS. WILLIAM REGAL (INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP)
[NAME] VS. TORRIE WILSON
JEFF HARDY VS. MATT HARDY
DUDLEY BOYZ VS. KANE AND BIG SHOW (TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS)
THE UNDERTAKER VS. ROB VAN DAM (HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP)
TRISH STRATUS VS. JACQUELINE (WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP)
CHRIS JERICHO VS. THE ROCK VS. STONE COLD STEVE AUSTIN VS. KURT ANGLE
You plan to interfere with Matt and Jeff’s match after your own. Whether it be attacking Lita or purposely messing both men up, you’re there to cause trouble.
Truth be told, you’re going to try and fuck with everyone tonight and if anyone tries to fuck with your match, they’ve got a world full of pain coming back, tenfold.
But your match…..you’d finally show the WWF universe how happy you were. How happy that Raven finally took you under his wing, he made you his and you felt like you were apart of him.
You’ll tell the world as much as soon as you get into that ring.
Before that, Lita needed to be dealt with. You need to show her who she’s dealing with.
You want to get inside her head and most importantly, you want to worm your way inside the mind of Matt and Jeff. Those Hardy Boyz. Everyone loves them. You’d hear everyone scream for them as loud as they could whenever they’d show up.
Everyone loves Team Extreme!
You don’t.
You hate Team Extreme.
It’s clear to you that you have one brother wrapped around your finger already. The other wasn’t too easy to sway.
So before you know it, you find yourself rummaging through her suitcase like a madman. Cargo pants, crop tops…something that’ll make you look like Lita. Would fishnets top it all off?
For a moment, you considered buying a red wig so you could even mock her flaming hair. Is there enough time?
…Yes, yes there is. There’s always enough time. You’ll find a way to make it work after your match.
While you originally considered coming out to Edge’s match, you knew that wound was still fresh and you were still thinking of plans for him. It wouldn’t be fun if you did interference every match, honestly. You wanted to mix things up.
Actually, wait. It would make it even more interesting if it was fresh, wouldn’t it? Bah, you’ll think it over on the ride to the nearest costume or beauty store.
Either way, you needed to go and go quick, especially if you want your little scheme to work.
Wait! Maybe you’ll go out first. That way, no one would expect you coming out dressed as Lita later.
Yeah, that’s exactly what you’ll do! You already had something nice on, so why not just show up in all your glory? You may even help Edge win.
You just hope he’d be grateful, else, you’d have to teach him a few new things. You figure it’s good enough to make a guest appearance with the clothes you have on.
“Oooh, hey, [Name]!” Stacy’s voice comes from the door. She stands there for a moment before walking over to you with a smile. She looks nice tonight. “I’m glad you’re here. I just wanted to wish you luck tonight.”
You still feel pretty suspicious, but she’s not going out of her way to attack you or anything.
“You know, I’ve been looking for you!” She says, taking a seat on the small bench. She then focuses on zipping up one of her shoes. “Me and you have no problems! I just want you to rip her head off, okay?”
It’s nice of her to come and give you some sort of pep talk, despite how violent it sounded.
“Right. Yeah, I’ll do that.” You say, rubbing your temples.
“By the way, you look really tired, [Name]. Are you okay?” She asks. “Well, actually, how have you been? I haven’t been able to catch you backstage.”
It’s true, she hasn’t. Quite frankly you didn’t trust her at first, but she made her status clear the last time you saw her.
“I’ve been okay. I feel like myself.” It was a little true. Stacy probably doesn’t know about the Raven and Jeff situation, so you’re happy Lita kept her mouth shut, even if she didn’t know the whole thing in its entirety.
You take that back. You’re pretty sure Jeff told her…
“Alright…” Stacy gives you a smile and thankfully doesn’t press further. “When’s the next time we’re going shopping?”
“I dunno,” You shrug. “The next time I can actually see the Dutchess backstage?”
“Oh, you!” She bats her hand at you, then stands up from her spot. “I think we’re both really busy. I’m sure we’ll get around to it. There are so many things I see that remind me of you, I’m itching to dress you up!”
Of course. Her and Torrie always had a habit of putting you through rings of hell, dressing you up in what they think would fit you….
Stacy gives you a wink and you roll your eyes. She lightly hits your shoulder. “Don’t be like that. Hey, I’ll talk to you later, okay? I’m sure Bubba and D’von are looking for me. I just wanted to stop by.”
“I don’t mean to hold you back. I’ll see you later then.”
“You’re fine!” She reassured. With that bright smile of hers, she’s just about to leave the room before you call out to her.
“Wait! Do you happen to have a spare robe..?”
BACKSTAGE // 7:04 PM
This may have been the worst decision in your life, and shit, you’ve made some pretty bad decisions before.
Stacy was more than happy to loan you one of her robes. You were too afraid to question why she carried it around in her suitcase. You guess she’s ready for anything, even an impromptu swimsuit contest or something.
She didn’t know what you were up to and you’d rather keep it that way.
Your next mission is to find Chris Jericho. You had already changed into your ‘gift’ and put on a robe right over it. You’re a little ashamed to be doing this, especially with the cameras now on you, but Hunter asked for you to get it done.
You’re sure it’ll be worth it in the long run. Everything will be okay, even if you feel like you’re going to scream. Thanks to the advice from some producers, you find Jericho refilling a cup of water.
Alright, time to get your game face on.
You take a deep breath and strut on over to him. “Hey there.” You hope you don’t sound too forced, you really hate talking to him.
“Ugh, it’s you again.” He doesn’t seem happy to see you. “The hell do you want this time?” If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was about to toss that cup of water on you.
“Don’t worry. I’m not here to fight or anything..” This time, you force a smile. “I actually just wanted to talk to you alone.”
“What’s there to talk about? If you think I’m dropping out of the title match, you can kick rocks.”
You try not to let his words get to you. It takes everything in your power not to reply with a snarky remark.
“Well, for starters, I don’t want to fight with you anymore. I want to make amends.” He doesn’t seem swayed, so you do your best to turn up the charm. “You know….I’ve always really, really liked you. I just didn’t know what to say.”
He raises an eyebrow, but the smirk growing on his lips tell you that you’ve got him fooled. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” You nod. “Why should we fight anymore? Tonight, if you show up to my hotel room, I’ll make up for what was lost.” Almost on cue, you show him what you’re wearing under the robe and close it quickly.
God, you’re cringing so bad inside. One day you’ll look back on this segment and cry.
You give him one last smile and walk away down the hall.
The plan is in action. You’re sure Hunter will be happy you’ve done your due diligence. You’ve gotta throw some of your clothes back on now to make it for Edge’s match!
You’re so sure that he’s waiting on you. You just know him so well.
VENGEANCE // 7:15 PM
And you seem to be just in time. With the match just in its beginning, you nearly tripped on some cords as you made your way toward gorilla position.
They need to clean it up. What if you tripped and busted your head open? You wish you could submit a complaint somewhere. But then again, Mr. McMahon would probably pop a blood vessel trying to figure out who the hell did it.
The moment you step out onto stage, the crowd starts to cheer. This stage was huge. For a moment you stand up at the top, just watching the two lock up.
‘What’s [Name] doing out here?!’ JR asks.
‘Hey! Tell her to come over here!’ Jerry tries to get your attention to no avail.
JR can only shake his head. ‘I don’t think she wants to even be within 4 feet of you, King.’
The both of them really were going at it in this lockup, with Edge getting the best of Regal by shoving him into the corner. You want a closer look, so you come down the ramp.
It is only when the referee forces him off of Regal, was when you were noticed. He runs a hand through his hair, moving most of it from his face. He must’ve thought he was dreaming.
You open your arms. This was no dream. This was reality! He comes over to the ropes, staring down at you quizzically.
“I know you missed me!” You exclaim.
Edge is just about to respond but Regal comes over and smashes his forearm into his back. That was definitely your fault, but you shrug it off.
Regal was starting to take over, grabbing Edge by the hair and lifting him up. Yet again, they lock up, an aggressive show of strength from the both of them.
While they’re doing that, you skip on over to the side of the apron towards the announcer tables.
You can see Edge’s Intercontinental Championship sitting nearby, so you go ahead and grab it.
It’s a really pretty title. As are most of the WWF titles. Once you pick it up, you run your fingers along a continent, and the crowd looks at you curiously.
It’s not like you were gunning for it yet..though you wouldn’t mind if they put you in the running. Everyone seemed to like what you’re doing though.
‘You said she wouldn’t come within 4 feet of me, JR,’ King starts to say. ‘But I think you’re just jealous!’
‘She’s a nice young lady, I’ll give her that, but she’s got some sense.’ He responds.
‘If she’s got some sense, why’s she got her hands on the Intercontinental title?! Doesn’t she know it’s nearly impossible for a women to even hold it?’
‘I think you’re forgetting about someone…’
You’re too busy admiring the title to even pay attention to them and the match. Running a finger over one of the continents, it makes you notice how beautiful it was.
Then again, it seems to be a common theme with WWF titles. Whoever created the design needs some sort of raise. But not if it’s Mr. McMahon, of course.
You’re so focused on the title that you don’t even notice a baffled Edge making his way towards you.
“The hell are you doing?” He asks, lightly shaking your shoulder.
“I came to see you!” You say, a smile on your face. “Didn’t you miss me?!”
“..What?!“ You weren’t sure if he couldn’t hear you or couldn’t believe what you said. You figure it’s the former when he continues talking. “I don’t want you out here! Put the title down and go backsta—!”
Taking advantage of the situation, Regal had slid out of the ring and came over to shove Edge right into you. The both of you fall over, with Edge landing right on top of you.
It didn’t help you held the title in your hands. That fall completely knocked the wind out of you.
“That’s no way to treat a lady, now is it, you pillock?!” Regal taunts, grabbing Edge off of you and throwing him into the announcer table.
You groan in pain as you try making your way onto your knees. Now you’re angry! You finally get up to your feet and dust yourself off. You gently set the title belt onto the apron, before running over and jumping onto Regal’s back.
You can see the flashes of many cameras, but you’re too busy trying to claw his eyes out. You try to pry his hands away from his face, but he’s just not budging. You resort to try and choking him out to no avail.
‘[Name]’s jumping on the back of William Regal! What’s she doing?!’
‘Is she insane?! What’s wrong with her?!’
Edge watches this in awe. What the hell was wrong with you? He wants to pull you off and knock (figuratively, of course) some sense into you, but it seems like you’re helping him out in the long run.
You jump off of Regal’s back and allow Edge to come forward with a clothesline. That’ll teach him! They’ll probably be fighting on the outside for quite a bit.
Man, Edge knocking into you really hurt. You may have made it worse for yourself by jumping on Regal. You’re a bit sore and out of breath, leaning on the apron for leverage. It takes you a minute to recover, but when you do, you notice that Regal sends Edge flying into the ring post that’s behind you.
You quickly get the hell out of the way. That could’ve been worse…
“Watch where you’re going!!” You yell, trying to back away from the scene. And for good measure, you stick your tongue out at Regal.
Of course, he doesn’t notice, fiddling nearby the ring’s fabric skirt and shoving something into his trunks. What did he just get out of there?!
You don’t exactly want to stick your hand down there and find out…
That collision definitely left Edge out cold. Regal grabs him by the hair and throws him into the ring, a little too close by the ropes.
Once he tries to pin him, you grab his leg and set it on the rope. Thankfully, the referee didn’t see you put it there. Just in the nick of time too…
Regal gets off, glaring at you. You just smile in response. He could’ve won there..but no! You didn’t let that happen!
He tries to powerbomb Edge this time, just a little bit further from the ropes so there’s no accident like that again, and then pins him. Fortunately, Edge kicks out at two. This is really bad..
You’re not even sure if Edge can get up. The referee comes over and tries to check on him, so Regal turns away and fishes into his trunks for what he took earlier.
You can see it as clear as day! Those were brass knuckles. If he hits Edge with that, it’s night night for him! You don’t want that to happen, so you jump up onto the ring apron to catch Regal’s attention. You need to do it long enough so Edge can recover.
“Hey!” You yell. He’s a little bit of ways from you, so it’s hard to grab him…
He turns over to you curiously, then tries to ‘shoo’ you away. But then he just stops. Regal turns to look at you and crosses his arms. “Actually, I’m glad you’re up here, young lady, I’ve got a bone to pick with you!”
Now you’ve got him! You’re interested, too. What ever could it be?!
You don’t even get to ask ‘what is it?’ before he continues to speak. “You have quite the attitude problem! You don’t jump on a gentleman’s back! There are other ways to resolve your anger!”
It makes you remember that he too, was involved in Doctor Smiley’s session. Maybe you should heed his advice….?
Yeah, right! “The only way to resolve my anger is violence!” You say, jumping off of the apron. Regal waves his hand at you and turns around to be met with…A SPEAR!
Edge finally is able to get Regal down long enough to secure the win. The crowd cheers wildly as you grab his title and hold it up to him.
He takes it and you're outta there almost immediately, circling around the ring and heading up the stage ramp.
And yet again, Edge can only look at you in awe. You’re crazy, you have to be. But he can’t help but to admire you for coming to his aid.
While you blow a kiss from the ramp, he makes the motion to catch it. He’s a little starstruck.
Perhaps you haven’t burnt all your bridges after all.
VENGEANCE // 7:34 PM
You don't even have time to feel tired tonight. With your match being right before Jeff & Matt's, you feel like you're going to be on your feet all night. Perhaps you'll get a break before the Undisputed Championship match..
You’ve already changed into your ring gear, so now you’re waiting for Raven. Normally, you’d feel calm when it comes to matches, but with him being there, it just made you all the more antsy.
“You’re shaking.”
Your head immediately turns to Raven, who had walked up to you with his hands in his pockets. It took everything in you not to run and jump on him. “I’m just a little nervous.” You reply, crossing your arms.
He doesn’t say anything at first. “You’ll be fine, babe. Don’t worry about it.” The smirk that starts to play on his face tells half a story.
You’re almost thrown for a loop when he uses a pet name. You’re sure he was just testing it out, but it feels like you have butterflies in your stomach.
“By the way, I’ve been thinking.” He continues. “You and I were in WCW, yet you’ve never spared me a glance. Why?”
You think about it for a minute. Creative in WCW never really let you stray too far from what you’re doing, despite it being a little messy. “I don’t know. The writers over there didn’t even know what they’re doing. Look at the bright side though, I’m here with you now!”
You outstretch your arms. He stares at you for a moment. You almost think he won’t hug you, yet he comes over and wraps his arms around you.
“…I want you to prove your loyalty to me.” He says.
You tilt your head. “How?” Anything he asked, you’re willing to do.
Raven detaches from you and sets his hands in your shoulders. “There’s certain people you must get rid of. They pose a threat to not only myself, but our….” He trails off. You get what he means.
You don’t want anyone to get in the way of your relationship with Raven. Not now, not ever.
“The first person is Jeff Hardy. Once a contender for the Hardcore title…..turned nuisance to the WWF. Even worse, a nuisance for us, [Name].”
You just nod your head with a smile. Whatever he says, goes. Was Jeff really the problem?
Before he can continue on, someone from production comes over to you two. “You’re on, [Name]. Get out there.” Now you can hear your muffled music echoing over the arena.
Both of you were a little startled, but put your game faces on and head through that curtain. The adrenaline is running through your veins all over again once you’re met with the crowd.
The bell rings three times and Lillian is in the ring, ready to announce. “Ladies and Gentleman, this is a match set for one fall. Making her way to the ring, accompanied by Raven, [Name]!!”
You two walk out to stand on stage. Before you continue to walk down the ramp, Raven holds out his hand. You look at him in bewilderment, but it turns into a smile as you entwine your fingers with his. You’re thrilled he even let you hold it.
‘That Jezebel’s holding Raven’s hand!’ JR exclaims. ‘She seems to be just about anywhere lately. What’s going on in that head of hers?!’
‘I told ya JR, that mental hospital will be opening as soon as we kind find those scattered loose screws of hers!’ King says. ‘And let’s put Raven in there too! Ha!’
The both of you make it to the ring. You opt to take the steps as Raven climbs onto the apron and opens the ropes for you.
You feel elated. It’s a small gesture, but it means a lot to you nonetheless. Once you get in, you walk over and motion for a mic to speak.
Raven shuffles over to sit in the corner in the meanwhile.
“…All I have to say is one thing. The day I’ve walked into the WWF, everyone wanted to know about me..but I feel like everyone liked the thought of me.” You pause for a minute, trying to gather your words. “No one saw through me like Raven did. I can feel his pain and he can feel mine.”
You throw your mic to the side (giving it a tiny kick so it can reach the edge). Torrie’s music starts to play and you walk over to Raven’s corner to sit right in between his legs.
He’s actually pretty warm. It’s also a pretty comfortable spot. You turn your head over to the front as Torrie begins to make her way to the ring.
“Making her way to the ring from, Torrie Wilson!”
You have to admit, what she’s wearing is kind of cute. The color pink really suits her. Of course, you’d never say that out loud. You’re just ready to wrestle her.
Raven nudges you slightly, and with a whispered “good luck”, he moves away and gets out of the ring to spectate.
You stand up from your spot. Things are finally starting to heat up. The crowd is a little bit anxious.
On one hand, they hope you don’t punish Torrie too much. Then on the other hand, they hope you can get your revenge. If they’re lucky enough, maybe they’ll get some clothing shed!
Not! You don’t want any wardrobe malfunctions or any ripping of clothes tonight. This is supposed to be a serious match.
The bell rung again and you two walk around in circles. You two weren’t friends right now. You were sworn enemies, nothing less, nothing more. Torrie put herself in this spot, so you were going to make sure she regret it.
It hurts you more than anything to have to fight an old friend, but in order to get your message through her thick skull, you didn’t have a choice.
You don’t want to disappoint Raven. In fact, you just wanted to impress him. Show him you could do this. That you live up to whatever hype there is.
When Torrie tackled you down almost effortlessly, that was when you knew your head needed to be in the game. There definitely was animosity behind her hits, but rest assured there will be animosity behind yours too.
…You’re gonna be honest. Torrie is as green as grass. She always has been. Nothing wrong with that, it just makes it a little harder to carry her through the match. She wasn’t alone though, Stacy (although you technically haven’t wrestled her directly) seemed pretty green too.
You can’t help but to laugh. One time, Lita referred to those two as ‘the blondies’, notoriously known for being quite new and not knowing what’s going on.
She trashed them so bad that night, then told you that you’re the only one that could really wrestle. It was sweet, but you felt kinda bad she wasn’t fond of Torrie and Stacy.
You roll over her and start hitting her back, getting your quick just desserts.
Getting off, you stare at her as she sets her hand on the ropes in an effort to recover. Torrie takes a good look at you, her eyes narrowing once she sees you laughing.
Before she could fully get up, you come over to grab a fistful of blonde hair before slamming her right back to the mat. You’re not quite done with her yet. This is only the first stage of pain you’ll put her through tonight!
You saw a wrestler do this move a very long time ago, but you can’t remember their name for some reason. You put one foot on each side of her head and step on her hair, then lift her arms up.
The referee starts to yell at you to “let go” and to “watch the hair”.
You eventually let up, Torrie writhing around on the mat in pain. You come over and lift her face up. “C’mon, Torrie!“ You scream, slapping her for good measure. “That all you got?! Get up!”
You decide to force her to stand up, grabbing her and lifting her from the ground. She’s able to shove her forearm into your stomach, causing you to keel over.
Torrie really did get up. She grabs your hair and slams you down to the mat. It’s her turn to be in charge and she’s going to try and lay down the law.
She squishes your face closer to the canvas and uses your hair to roughly scrub it across. “You’re horrible!” She screamed. “Do you see what I have to do to you!? This is your fault!”
Torrie finally lets go of you so you can breathe for a second. The referee is chewing her out for this move, so she starts to argue with him. You slowly recover off of the ground, and since you don’t think you have enough time to get up, you use your foot in order to kick her in the shin.
She crashes down immediately, holding onto her shin.
While she’s down, you turn your head towards the front, Raven’s watching intently. Once you start to fully stand up, you can see him duck down for some reason.
But it wasn’t his fault. He was completely blindsided by someone with multi-colored hair. This person knocks him to the ground and starts laying into him with punches.
Oh no. No, no, no…
This can’t be happening.
‘Jeff Hardy has just attacked Raven!’ JR exclaimed. ‘What is going on here?!’
You don’t even know what to do. You grip the ropes, just about to abandon the match, but before you know it, Torrie’s had taken advantage. She rolls you up and then….one, two, three. You kicked out far too late.
No fucking way.
Did that really just happen?! Torrie can’t believe that happened either. Before she starts to celebrate her victory, you immediately tackle her to the ground to try and choke her out.
The referee has to pull you off of her, but you couldn’t care less. You’ll handle her right after you try and break up the fight THAT WAS STILL HAPPENING AT THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING.
You slide out of the ring in and run over towards them, doing your best to pull off the assailant to no avail.
“STOP IT! Stop!” You scream. You’re doing your best to get in between them….to no avail. Raven’s able to get up off the floor and starts punching Jeff back. They’re squabbling and you’re panicking.
This isn’t supposed to happen. Why did Jeff do that?! He didn’t even give poor Raven a chance to fight! At least he’s getting his hits in now..
Some referees have to come from the back and attempt to pull the men away from each other.
The rowdy crowd is looking on, cheering at the sight. One of the referees have to tell you to back away so you don’t get hit, so you do.
Aaaand you’re bleeding.
Oops, you may be mistaken. You’re pretty sure one of them is bleeding, but you can’t tell who. With the referees crowding around them, it’s hard to discern who it was. All you can see is some blood smeared on your arm and hand.
You simply walk away and reach under the ring to yank out a kendo stick. Torrie’s still sputtering in the ring, and with most of the referee’s attention on settling the two men, you come back into the ring for a little bit extra.
You absolutely fucking hated how this finished! This was growing increasingly stressful, so you had to deploy the cure.
Violence!
For now, you toss the kendo stick to the side. You get down and pull Torrie’s arm right under your leg, getting into position for a Yes Lock. But it’s not any old submission.
You take the kendo stick and pull it under her neck. She flails under you, so you try and lighten the hold just a little bit so she wouldn’t be too hurt later. You try to be nice, sometimes.
There’s so much going on inside and outside of the ring, no one even knows where to focus.
One of the referee’s finally notice what you’re doing. “Hey! HEY!!!” He yells, coming back in. He forces you to release your hold on Torrie and she continues to cough, trying to gasp for more air.
….You definitely lied. You’re not excited for tonight at all.
You’re not in a good mood anymore.
Y’ALL KNOW I HAD TO FLIP THA SCRIPTT. we originally were gonna win but i said NAHHH. jeff just fucked everything up. this is important heehee.
i need a goddamn cigarette after this. hope you guys saw a slight golden reference, golden!reader does the hair mare /pull thing lol it’s like HER MOVE
regarding jeff and raven. THIS IS INTENSE. THIS IS REALLY INTENSE. ALL IM THINKIN ABT RIGHT NOW IS A 12 POUND BAG OF SEAFOOD BOIL. SPICY. who ready for the matt vs jeff & undisputed championship match thooo??????
#wwe x reader#wwe imagine#wwe imagines#wwe attitude series#wwf imagines#wwf imagine#wwf x reader#im so mature#im so mature i got me a therapist to tell me there’s other men#2020 vision city girls winnin#coppin us both shit#BITCH WE TWINNINNNNN#— something [name] probably said to Lita idk#if you’re wondering yes. reader is dressing up as Lita#lita x reader#lita imagine#jeff hardy imagine#jeff hardy x reader#matt hardy x reader#matt hardy imagine#triple h x reader#triple h imagine#wwe edge x reader#wwe edge imagine#wwe raven imagine#wwe raven x reader#chris jericho x reader#chris jericho imagine#trish stratus x reader#trish stratus imagine
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Hii, i was wondering if i could request a romantic match up for mha! :)
My name’s Amanda but people close to me call me Ami for short. Im 5’3 and my pronouns are she/her. I dont really like using specific labels for my sexuality since it causes me to overthink (i used to think im faking being pansexual for whatever reason) So i just say that I have a preference for male however would gladly date a female.
I have below the shoulder length, dark brown, layered hair with curtain bangs, brown eyes and thick eyebrows. I’m Hungarian with pretty pale skin and I have a beauty mark in the middle of my right cheek and straight teeth. My eyes are my favourite part about me since they pop so much when I wear dark eyeliner. I’d say im skinny but do have big thighs and bust as well as more defined arms due to me doing weights. I wear more casual clothes with hints of y2k, i cant get a lot of unique clothing from where i live 💔 and i prefer darker colours. I wear a bunch of jewellery, especially rings (im wearing 10 atm). I have two lobe piercings on each ear, a nose ring and a belly button piercing.
My personality i’d say is very outgoing with people regardless if I know them or not, i try to be nice and polite with everyone unless they aren’t to me. Im also an Esfj. Im very understanding and I always take negative events as something to learn and grow from. I was told by someone that I was one of the most understanding and kind hearted person in their life who didnt secretly have any ill intentions towards them 🙏. I can get emotional pretty easily in sombre situations. I’m known as a pretty upfront person because when Im having issues with someone or I or the other person did something, i always go up to them and try to talk it out, communication is very important to me. Im pretty happy and smiley and laugh a lot most the time and try to see the positive in things but then theres times where I’m calm and quiet so it really depends on my mood and who im with since I dont want to be super talkative and bubbly with someone who’d prefer some peace and quiet.
I enjoy listening to music like A LOT, like I listen to music whenever and wherever I can. I also do archery and have been for over a year now so im pretty good at it imo lmao, archery is like the first thing I tell people because its the most unique trait about me. I also really enjoy working out, especially weights which I mentioned above, what motivated me to start was archery since I have to build my stamina and strength to shoot for a longer period of time, but also its just good for me and all that. I enjoy going out whether it be for a small peaceful walk in nature or out to town, I often go on the bus (since its free for me) for no reason just so I can watch the view while listening to music. My favourite colour is black (basic ik lmao) and my favourite video games are sally face and god of war. My favourite genres of music at the moment are sigilkore and dark r&b and I adore the scent of smoked vanilla and coconuts. Also this is random but I use cologne instead of perfume and everyone thinks its odd since its for men and all that ;;;
This is all, its pretty long so I apologise for that but hope u have a good day 😁
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙…
𝓔𝓳𝓲𝓻𝓸 𝓚𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓶𝓪!
Not gonna lie this man probably came up to you during the first day of school cause he noticed that it looked like you worked out
Not only that but your looks in general captivated him to no end and he would constantly find himself looking over to you and looking for openings to talk with you
He only got happier when he figured out how outgoing you were and friendly you were towards him. He thought you were the coolest person in that entire class
"My name is Ejiro Kirishima! You look amazing! I love your eyeliner!"
Oh yeah, he definitely approached you with a compliment in hand btw, he was prepared and ready to talk to you
He would also likely notice if you got a new ring of some sort btw and would also make an effort to get you new jewelry if he notices that you like some as he is a complete gentleman
If you told him to stop buying stuff for you he would get confused but oblige for a while, most likely toning down the gifts but still giving them to you every now and then
"I noticed you looking at this!"
He also found your mindset admirable and matching his of taking bad stuff and making something good off of it. The moment he found out that you think like that he was ecstatic about your positive attitude
He would also most likely share some of his experiences with you and say how it made him a better person, also probably ranting about how he had adapted that mindset
The moment you mentioned communication being key for you I just also thought about him. He would be more than willing to talk things out in the relationship, anything that makes you uncomfortable or etc.
He's always down for listening to you and sitting down and just talking about anything
"You look a little down... need a friend?"
Since turns out being a hero is anything but clouds and rainbows he would talk to you after anything major happens like the USJ incident, camp, and etc.
In those moments he would be a lot more calm and quiet with you, not constantly shouting or screaming like he does with Bakugo or Kaminari
He wants to show you that he cares and will do anything to do that
He'll even ask if you want to go anywhere or if you need anything to eat or drink
"I'm gonna go see if the vending machine has any water, do you need anything?"
BACK TO LIGHTHEARTED HEADCANNONS-
You two definitely work out together and he would spot you while your lifting, making sure that you don't get hurt as thats the last thing that he'd want to happen
But he wouldn't be totally overbearing either and telling you how much you could lift etc.
He would actually likely try to push you a comfortable amount into lifting more and would get excited when you did so
"Just one more rep!" "Lets add some more weights!" "Wanna see who can lift the most?"
Not only that but you would blast music when you work out and he would listen with you, humming along to the song and jumping up and down even if the songs not the most pumped up
You totally have a playlist together like... i can just see it-
Archery? He might not be that good at it or ever tried it before but I can see him trying and while it may not be his thing entirely he will always get excited if you're excited and will do it with you
"Dang it! Looks like I missed again!- You hit that!? Great job!!"
He would totally game just about anything with you but his favorite is definitely god of war for the action for all of the action and such
Also when he noticed you wore cologne instead of perfume he was gobsmacked and stared ranting about how cool and manly that it was
He also mentioned that he knew that he smelt it somewhere else briefly before laughing it off and giving you a hug
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@thuganomxcs
Here are 3 times (and a bonus) that made me genuinely sad in a video game. Get your vodka ready. No seriously.
For anyone interested this contains massive spoilers for the games END ROLL and OMORI, which are good games but will rip your soul out and eat it raw in front of you.
Oh also death, a lot of death and blood so PLEASE do not click if that bothers you!
Without further ado, I will start with the worst one first.
So basically END ROLL is a psychological horror RPG about a teenage murderer, Russell, who is undertaking this psychological experiment to make him feel guilty about his crimes, since he doesn’t at the start of the game. Throughout the game we learn some snippets about his life and how he turned out the way he was.
So there is this one optional level that’s all white with blood splatters all over. The enemies are blood themed, but also rabbit themed? Bunnies made of blood and a monster that looks like a smiley rabbit head? And you’re like “wtf”?
Then you learn that when he was a little kid, he had a white rabbit that got ran over by a truck when it ran out into the road and he saw the whole thing
YOU ARE FIGHTING HIS DEAD RABBIT OVER AND OVER
YOU CANNOT ESCAPE THIS YOU MUST FIGHT THEM
AS YOU FIGHT YOU HEAR CHOICE QUOTES LIKE
“Why did you die? I took care of you. I loved you. So why?”
“You were white but now you’re red. Just red.”
BTW THIS IS THE MUSIC PLAYING WHILE YOU ARE WALKING AROUND
I WAS ALMOST IN TEARS
My dog had died recently so I just remembered how it felt when it happened. I could only process it because I was older when it happened, but it was still very sad. I could not imagine that happening when I was a little kid.
The monsters were vulnerable to the “Sleep” element so I kept using sleep attacks before I killed them omg it was rough. Needless to say I did not go back in there lol
Anywayyyyy
There was the first time I accidentally blew up a horse in Breath of the Wild! I FELT SO BAAAAAD!! I killed all of the enemies lol. “YOU MONSTERS MADE ME DO THIS!!!”
And lastly...
In OMORI there’s a scene where they are repairing a photo album. One character had stolen all of the pictures of a deceased character, Mari, but then she relinquished them out of guilt. And so you put all the pictures of her back into the album while Mari’s friends and her brother share memories of her, and in the pictures everyone looks so happy compared to what they are after her passing.
If that’s sad for you wait until you experience it WITH CONTEXT! Because it’s worse lol.
Bonus!
In one OMORI level, in “HEADSPACE” (aka the character escaping from reality) you are faced with stabbing yourself or stabbing your cat. You cannot exit the room, you have to pick one. I did not know that you could stab yourself so I ended up stabbing the cat and I just felt like a monster lol. I just had to put it down lol.
The game is really lovely though. I think it’s about accepting the truth, even if it’s bitter, and moving on and how important that is. The characters are interesting too.
...I will probably never play it again though XD
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You're So Mean! (I)
↝Summary: You don't know that he felt that way about you :(
↝Genre: Fluff, angst, established relationship, rich!jk + rich!reader, famous!jk!reader,
↝Warnings: Mention of cheating, mention of being fat, reader was slightly insecure
Note: This is just a fictional story I made in my mind. You're beautiful no matter what size you are in! and please don't read this if it makes you uncomfortable.
Another note😭I didn't plan to make it into 2 parts but it came out longer that what i had planned in my mind lmao😭🤣but part 2 will be posted soon i guess😭🤣👍🏻ENJOY❤️
Part 2
The cafeteria was LOUD. There’s just so many things going on inside your mind and this loud ass people did not help one bit. To make the matter worst, this morning when you’re weighing yourself, you actually gain two kilos which makes your weight in total of 48kg. “I knew it would turn out like this yet I let it happened now I have to pay the price” you said to yourself. After all the take outs and fast food for dinner with Jungkook, there’s no way you’ll stay in your shape. Out of frustration, you slam your fist on the table gaining your friends attention.
“Hey what’s wrong, Y/n?” Your friend Minie asked you.
“Everything! Everything is wrong!” You said in a rather loud voice.
“Okay instead of yelling, would you tell us what’s going on inside that head of your” Your other friend Yuju said.
“Fine, first today I got up and I checked my weight this morning and you guys know what,,, I actually weight more than 45kg and not like this is my first time but it’s stressing me out.
“Damn Y/n, maybe you should go with THE diet again idk”
“Yeah you should, what if Jungkook dump you if you become fat. You don’t want that do you?”
“Yeah as if. He loves me too much to be doing that”
And the table become silent. But one thing you didn’t notice is that Yuju and Minie been making this ‘eye signal’ to one another. The silent was broke by Yuju suddenly clearing her throat.
“Actually y/n, speaking about Jungkook, we have something to tell you” Yuju said while coming closer to you and Minie did the same.
“What” you said with a stern voice not wanting to hear their baseless rumour about Jungkook. Yet again. You love them. Your best friends. But sometimes you don’t think you should believe everything they said. You’re the one who is dating Jungkook. You’re the one who know Jumgkook more than anyone in this campus.
“My people said they saw this new girl talking to Jungkook and she was all over him. What a whore. And you know what, they said Jungkook was the one who approached her first”
“Should I be concern or something? I mean they were just talking right plus no receipt that she was all over him then… it didn’t happen. Unless ‘your people’ have receipt then I will believe them”
“Lol, suit yourself Miss y/n. Don’t come crying at us if he cheats on you” Yuju said and was supported by Minie.
“Yeah y/n, we told you this for your own good but if you don’t want to believe it then that’s on you”
You ignored them. You don’t understand why are they so bitter about Jungkook. Especially Yuju’s ‘people’. Always have something about Jungkook. Feeling annoyed, you said “whatever, I’m going to Jungkook” and got up leaving them behind.
You actually have no plan on meeting Jungkook right now since he’s in class right now but you could wait for him you guess. After a solid one hour, you finally see Jungkook head pop out with the sea of people coming out of their lecture room. He was all smiley talking to somebody then it hits you. Oh the new girl Yuju and Minie was talking about. They were walking side by side and they seem close. You pushed yourself between that sea of people and after what feels like eternity, you reached Jungkook. You waste no time in holding his arm grabbing his attention.
“Hi babe” you said greeting him. Leaning up and on your tippy toes to give him a quick peck on the lips.
“Oh hey baby! I didn’t know you was waiting for me” he said acknowledging your presence and gladly kiss you back. You felt weird satisfaction by the fact that this new girl getting the memo that he’s yours and off limit.
“Yeah something came up btw who’s this?” you asked giving her a question yet judging gaze.
“Oh yeah this is Jiwo and Jiwo this is y/n my girlfriend”
“Hi I’m y/n” you said with a smile and you offer your hand for a handshake which she gladly took it. You give her a gentle yet tight grip making her look up to you with a clueless gaze.
“Jiwo” she said with a smile.
“Well Jiwo nice skirt, where’d you get that?” you asked.
“Ouh thanks! It was my mom’s” she said, face getting red because you’re actually the first one to compliment her look here.
“Ouhh vintage I like that” you said. Just to be nice while in a matter of fact, you think that was the ugliest skirt you have ever seen in your entire life.
“Okay nice to meet you but Jungkook have to go somewhere. So, bye” with that you dragged Jungkook by his arm and to the car park without waiting for her reply. Leaving her there dumbfounded. While being dragged, Jungkook actually made a calling sign telling Jiwo that he’ll call later. To complete their project. Together.
“Geez, slowdown woman. What happened?” Jungkook asked sensing your ‘unusual mood’.
“Can we go shopping? I’ve been so stress today please?” you said making your signature puppy eyes.
“I can’t right now y/n. I have to complete the project I’m making with Jiwo today”
“Are you seriously dumping me right now. For that basic chick” you said with a puff. Kinda genuinely hurt that he is rejecting you.
“No baby, I wasn’t dumping you. This project is just very important for our grade. Come on you understand me right?” he said and you have no choice but to give in.
“Alright,,, I understand” you said while gently take his hand and just draw random things on his palm. One of your habit that he notices you do when you want reassurance from him.
“Come here” he said opening his arm to give you a big warm hug. “How about we go shopping tomorrow? I only have one lecture and it’s in the morning. What do you think” he said while rubbing your back.
“DEAL!” you said with a big smile and you look up at him and he leans in for a kiss.
“Alright baby boo see you tomorrow” he said and give you a last peck on your forehead.
“I love you” you said while snuggling your face on his chest for the last time.
“I love you too now go. Byee”
Jungkook quickly got back into the building trying to find Jiwo. He doesn’t even wait until you go. You shrugged the thought not wanting to acknowledge them because acknowledging them means you agree with your friends and that they were right about Jungkook and your ego is just too damn high to do that. You get into your car and start your car. Guess you’ll go shopping alone today. Since you had lowkey fought with your bestfriend just now. With a last sigh you make your way on the road.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME TO READ THIS😭❤️PLEASE DO LET ME KNOW IF THERE'S IS ANYTHING THAT I CAN IMPROVE!! THANKS AGAIN!!!
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what are some of your favourite hugs?
Oh my goddd this is such a hard question. There are a million good hugs on this show. Okay first of all, any Klaine hug period. When they’re super happy and Blaine puts his chin on Kurt’s shoulder so everyone can see his big smile. Or when it’s a sad emotional hug and Blaine tucks himself against Kurt like he needs to be in a lil cocoon
Actually every Pezberry hug too. The one where Rachel says “I’m going to give you a hug. It’ll be quick” and then when she pulls away a strand of her hair is caught on Santana’s earring. That’s very important to me. Also after So Emotional when Rachel hugs Santana and Santana is like :o Also when Santana finds out Rachel might be pregnant and Rachel kind of falls against Santana and Santana holds her and then leans down and rests her chin on Rachel’s shoulder while telling her it’ll be okay. Also after Rachel finds out she isn’t pregnant and Santana hugs her and she’s so smiley
Also some non shippy ones. The Kurtcedes hug during BTW when Kurt like runs down the steps in the courtyard and he looks like he just face plants into her and they hug. And the one in New Directions when they’re sitting next to each other and like hugging one another’s faces. It’s cute and funny
In 1x22 when Will announces they get another year and everyone is excitedly hugging. And Rachel runs up to hug him, and the Kuinn hug where Kurt pulls away and has to fix his hat
The Hummelberry scene in 4x01 where they run at each other and hug and then Rachel grabs Kurt’s faces and they smile at each other
Also THE ONE TIME all of my top 7 favorite characters are together and they have a big group hug
Those are the ones that come to mind first :D
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Hello! Can you please do headcanons for Atsumu and Sakusa having a girlfriend who has a twin too 👉👈🥺? Love your writing btw 💞
‧₊˚✧ ཻུ۪۪ ᵕ̈ Atsumu with a s/o who has a twin
he was at your house.
you didn’t tell him you had a twin, you didn’t think it was that important in a relationship.
“I have to go upstairs for a moment, I forgot the laptop in my bedroom” you got up from the sofa and walked towards the stairs.
after a couple of minutes, your identical twin sister opened the door, coming back from her tennis practice.
Atsumu was :O
didn’t you just go in your room? why are you coming inside from the front door with a sports bag?
“Hi Yumi! How did tennis go?” you walked down the stairs, greeting your twin.
“You have a twin? LIKE ME? WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME BEFORE!”
“I didn’t think it was necessary for our relationship” “Yep, I want to stay away from your stuff” echoed your sister.
“We have something else in common! Yumi, I have an identical twin too, maybe if want...” 👉🏻👈🏻
“His brother is better than him.” you smiled, shooting a glare to your boyfriend.
basically you started a normal conversation with your twin, ignoring him.
*pouty Atsumu noises*
he actually finds your sister very nice and he likes her company.
now he has a new excuse to have cuddles.
“I swear Yumi would come here and hug me instead” = him being needy for hugs.
after meeting Yumi, sometimes he doesn’t recognise you—
anyway, he introduced her to Osamu.
he is determined to get those two together.
and you staring at him like ://
jokes apart, he likes your sister, but he likes you more.
‧₊˚✧ ཻུ۪۪ ᵕ̈ Sakusa with a s/o who has a twin
usual day of school, he walked towards your class with Komori.
while he was about to cross the hall, he spotted you.
you were talking with another girl, but when he tried to call you, you just didn’t answer and kept walking.
he was “???”
then, he started thinking about everything that could have upset you this week.
maybe it was when he remarked to not coming into his house with dirty clothes? or when he ignored you for the whole afternoon because he had to clean the house? who knows.
Sakusa kept his usual behaviour until the school day ended.
he waited you at the entrance gate, and you showed up as the smiley girl you’ve always been.
he 🤝 confused.
you greeted him, and then started walking towards his house.
during the walk, you noticed he was awkwardly more quiet. he wasn’t a talkative person, but since you got together, he had started to open up more.
“Is everything okay?” you stopped moving, facing him.
“...did I do anything wrong these days? This morning I saw you in the hall and you didn’t even say hi...” pouty Sakusa joined the chat.
“what?” you didn’t move much around that morning, you had all the lessons in the same classroom.
then you connected the dots: maybe he mistaken your sister for you.
“That was my twin sister, Asuka” you explained “I’ve never told you about her, I thought you already know that I had a sister since she’s in the volleyball girls’ team”
“Oh”
BIG RELIEF
he isn’t sure of wanting to meet your twin, because you know, people.
she is your sister, so she should be clean as you.
Asuka obviously knows that you are dating the germophobic but handsome ace
she’s happy for you!
from that day on, Sakusa pays a lot more attention to how you’re dressed and how your hair is.
just because he doesn’t want to get another scare when you don’t wave at him in the hall.
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Bored? Want some Tea? Here:
I just found out my "best friend" of 8+ years got a matching tattoo with her best friend...what the fuck. Let's call her G, well G turned 18 in May and my birthday isn't until the end of this month. We told each other we'd wait for each other so we can get it together...she didn't even tell me right away. The other girl, uhh S drove her (she's 18) and they got Kuromi and MyMelody. G told me 3-4 days afterwards only because she was buzzing with excitement (from what I could tell in her methods of texting). The worst part is that S is the girl she abandoned me for in 5th grade. She never called me her best friend and when people would ask I'd say it and she'd deny it. But G was never so quiet about S. I'm jealous because S is like me but more bold and loud. That's pretty much it. And it makes me sad because now people think I'm trying to be like her.
Fun fact: G once spent the weekend over at my house and actually spent more than 3 hours talking on the phone with S...and worse yet, she didn't want me to hear the convo so she locked herself in my restroom. I mean, I took this time to purge my food out but what the fuck. Who does that? She's always done shit like this and never shows me kindness and is hardly there for me when I put so much effort and love into our relationship. I can't even cut her off because I feel bad for her and don't want her to be alone. But I just think I'm also incapable of doing it because I know how well she'd do without me. She'd make a scene and cry to everybody saying I cut her off for no reason and then get their sympathy and have more fun without me in her life. She's done something similar before. I've told her so many things...deep secrets. Although, not the worst ones nor many. Well I did tell her a LOOOOT but I like to sacrifice the less important stuff and "overshare" so that people never suspect you're actually hiding so much inside. Ugh, I'd always share to try and get her to open up and trust me but she never did. I understand it's hard for her to talk it is for me too! But I'm actively trying to become a better person. That's the difference. But I could never really trust her either. It makes me sad. She never shows me off, gives gifts (besides sometimes on holidays b/c I'm a big gift giver), does favors for me, tells me words of endearment, or spends time with me. She would never say I'm her bsf unless she says "bestie" in a sentence. She isn't as fortunate as I am in money (although my family's broke rn haha) but I always put her needs before mine and she could just give random rocks or flowers she finds on the ground. But she doesn't. Not even a little piece of paper with a smiley face on it or anything. I'd do that all the time. I always try to make sure she knows I'm there for her and say words of affirmation all the time. She'd just roll her eyes or say "ew" "playfully". But at least she knew. I tried to be affectionate and she craves physical touch but yet, she couldn't accept it. So I understood but made it very clear I wouldn't mind holding her hand or hugging her or wtv. And sometimes we did hold hands. But she'd always complain about craving physical touch and I'd just look at her like "hello what did I say? I'm here for you dude". She would also never really do anything for me. Sure she did small favors like plug in something for me but otherwise she didn't even help me turn light switches off when I was using crutches. SHE'D WATCH ME LIMP TO RETRIEVE THINGS LIKE BRO. Sure she had her nice moments but there were a lot more moments where she wasn't so nice.
But maybe well maybe she didn't tell me about her tattoo b/c I never respond (i struggle with depression and social anxiety so I get scared to respond to texts) (i was also sick when she got it). But she could've. She never texts me first :(. I always have to text her and she never checks on me and I randomly make sure she's alive and at least trying to stay hydrated. Holy crap...she never texts me first. I'm starting to realize a lot more things. OH and she wouldn't really try to do stuff together unless it benefited her. Like when she was home alone or stuck babysitting her lil sis, she'd ask if we wanted to hang out and ofc I said yes (unless I was unable). Or like, since my parents are strict, she wouldn't even try to ask me and one time, S picked up G and then asked me if I wanted to go to Sonic with them and I asked my parents and they said yes. We had fun together but I felt like the 3rd wheel. Oh also btw S is dating my ex boyfriend that I had to break up with because my depression was getting severe because I realized I had been raped by another guy. I love him (S's boyfriend not-) but he always had a thing for S. And it hurts me so much, but as long as he's happy...that's all I want for him. Even if it can't be with me... anyways G told S she doesn't ever try to invite me anymore since it's likely my parents'll say no. But like...i could at least try. It's always good to invite someone even if you know they can't or are busy. It's just basic etiquette. She was very two-faced as well. She'd talk behind my back and betray me easily. She'd spill my secrets to S because she wasn't loyal to me and I was...one time, she started hanging out with someone dangerous. Someone who spreads rumors and purposely causes drama. So I warned her about it and she told the girl. I ended up getting into a talk with the other girl. She came up to me "Can I talk to you?". I so should've said no. I will now. I'm growing. I'm learning how to not be duch a doormat and that saying no is my right. It's just really hard when those people try to beat you down because of it. But that was it. G was the closest thing I had to a "best friend". I'm always everyone's last choice. I'm not anyone's favorite or preferred friend. I'm the forgettable one in the group. I'm not special. I really just want to die. I'm all alone. Perpetually alone. I'm not perfect, and I'm fucked up too. But, I try to be the kindest for people. Because I don't want them to feel the way I do. I crave affection. I need validation from others. I care so much about what others think...
I like being alone but it gets tiresome when you've done it all your life ans have felt different from everyone. I think I'm a terrible person because I can't cut her off but want to do it to her before she does it to me so that it protects my dignity and because I have pride...well tbh it's more like if I do it first, I'm not being rejected so that I won't cry as much bevause someone doesn't like me. This post is getting long. There's more but it's 2:52AM. Oh and for those who wanna know, G is a Gemini and I'm a Virgo. S is a Sagittarius and her boyfriend is a Cancer. I miss him dearly. Well time to watch cheesy tween romance characters to fulfill that need.
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Howdy stranger! 1, 15, 27, 40, 41, 45, 54 (the answer is no but answer if u want anyways lol), 64, 82, and 97. You don't have to answer all of them ofc, just pick favorites I guess.
Oooh thank you so much for the ask, you picked the hard ones, that's so cool ! Sorry for my english, it's not my native language, but i'm tryin' !
1. Are you bothered by your cosmic insignificance ?
It tortured me for a while, I felt totally overwhelmed by it, but growing up I got used to it, and I realized that it’s not so unpleasant, to have no influence, no impact on something so immense. It’s actually quite reassuring ! And it’s good to know that with or without us, some things will not change.
We are all insignificant on one scale, all important on another ...
15. Do you think you’re special, or just another person amongst billions? Can you be both?
I like to think I’m special to the things and the people for who that matters. I’m special for my parents, for my plants, a little bit for me too I guess. But on a larger scale, I’m not that much ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ It doesn't really matter, i've always feel better that way.
I guess we all can be both, once again, it’s just a question of scale. You can easily be special in your family, your friends circle, and being no one at a larger scale.
27. Are you afraid of growing old?
Yes, and No, and Yes again.
Yes, because, I’m not really in a stable situation, I’m just a student, who has no idea what to do with his life. Every day that passes is a day when I do not understand better what I will become ... It scares me.
No, because, this situation can only change if I grow old, and one day I will have a job, a home, a stable and reassuring context to live in.
And .. Yes again, because .. I am reassuring myself by thinking that things will be easier later, but ... I’ve been telling myself that for 23 years and life spends its time proving the opposite !
40. What makes a person ‘good’? Are you a ‘good person’?
Oh god, that's one is so hard. Can I still say it’s a question of scale ?
I think that no one is really good in the eyes of everyone. Being good at the eyes of certain person implied that you're not at the eyes of others ..
In my opinion, a good person is just someone who doesn't make others suffer. But it’s very summarized and a bit reductive ... I mean, you can act like a good person, and think like a dork (i don't know that much insults in english, I'm not even sure that it's one, hope it's not offensive, i really don't know xD) ; but does that matters if you keep your thought for you ? Sounds like the Paradox of tolerance…
And, on a certain way, that's just the definition of “Not being bad”, not really of “being good” …
I personally don't think I'm a good person, I’m white, european, I was raised with bias, that sort of thing. I’m kinda misanthrope btw, and if i’m truly doing my best to not being bad, I cannot consider that i’m good.
41. What fundamentally matters do you?
I’m not sure I’m understanding this one… It seems to be kinda vague or is it just me ?
Wow, I’m thinking, and I realize I don’t care about a lot of things.
I guess we're supposed to answer something like "My family" or "My friends" ?
If it's this kind of question, I’ll look like a monster, but like ... My stuff ? I give a lot of importance to some of my possessions, even insignificant ones, because all these things have, at least, a small symbolic in my eyes. Humans are cool, but that train ticket which brings back some memories, isn't it even cooler ?
If the question is more about the things we need to be happy like "Money", "Time to do what I love", I guess my answer is just... some calm ? A peaceful place, a time without too many anxiety sources.
45. Do you want to be remembered after your death? What for?
No, I don’t care at all. Let’s keep room in our minds for the things and the people who really matter, who have done something important.
(If I had to be remembered, I'd hope It would be for something truly dumb, "Darwin awards style" : "The guy that died muffled under 2548 plushies" sounds good.)
54. Can human really understand the complete nature of the universe, space and time?
You've said it : No. I truly wanted to develop but like .. There is nothing more to say, all of that is just too much, and every mystery just hides another one ...
64. How consistent is your perception of time?
Another one I’m not sure I understand, but my perception of time is a freaking chaos. Sometimes, it's just like there is no perception at all. Time is both something completely absurd and too impractical.
82. Are you a deep person?
I hope ! And I like to think that I am. But, isn't that kinda .. narcissist ? And, on another hand, Wouldn’t everyone be a little deep ? Humans are so complex, I only know a few people that are "simple" and they still are complex on a certain way.
By the way, compared to these people, I’m not so deep. In my actions, my way of thinking, I'm someone pretty logical and mathematical. Nothing really complicated. Knowing me, It's easy to guess what I'm thinking of something …
97. Are you overly analytical?
Ahaha. No. Not. At. All. *Ironic laughter* 🐸
I’ve always blamed it on autism, but yes, I’m over analyzing everything.
Sometimes, it's truly practical, being able to analyze a "complex" situation to make a decision is the best way to not make a mistake.
Sometimes, it goes to far. Reading ten times a message, like "Ok, see you tomorrow" because "Oh god there is no smiley, does they hate me ? But there is not punctuation, don't seem like they angry" etc …
And like, choosing what you're going to wear tomorrow is not supposed to take an hour, but you know .. It depends on the weather, on where you'll be, at which hour.. If I have a class in a computer room, it will be hot, but less if it's the morning or if it's north-facing ... And it's that for everything, every social interaction, every tiny decision. That’s not healthy, and I’m tired just talking about it x)
Oh gosh It was something to answer all this! Thanks again for these great questions. I feel like I’ve questioned things (including my ability to express myself in english) and that’s so satisfying. I want to think about all of that even more ! Tysm ♥
(It was missing something, so here is an happy doggo)
#Lieu noir#ask game#THAT WAS AWESOME#Tysm#indigopurple#way easier than el-therodactylus#actuallyautistic#Someone who speaks french can tell me how to say in english ?#Yes the fish#Don't ask me why#I love those kind of game#🐸
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this was supposed to be an incorrect quote but it spiraled out of control
note: im american idk if yall brits have cuties (kidding im sure ur all cuties ok im sorry i couldnt resist) but i really had to alright pls be-ryllium ar-gon with me yes im sorry we are revisiting chem lads dont worry i will provide you translations/i will make it obvious also theres switching povs & im telling you ahead of time: the puns are very, very bad
also i wrote this at like late 5am un-beta-ed so please forgive me for any mistakes, i have 0.5 braincells left and i used up 0.279 for academic papers
kind of a crackfic btw
ok without further ado bc i ramble too much, other notes at the end:
*on Valentine’s Day*
John woke up to the sound of clinking and the faint sound of rustling of papers, the other side of the bed empty and cold. Ah, probably on that experiment again with those oranges he said were also a good pet name for me. What was it again? Right, cuties. A small smile appeared on John’s unshaven face. His hubby was too endearing for his own good sometimes.
In the kitchen, Sherlock paced back and forth, eyeing his failed experiment with disdain. Which he was totally worrying more about rather than whether his plan would work. Would John like these? Maybe he should have just gone with George’s advice and went to get some takeout Angelo’s like they often did during quarantine, but Sherlock wanted to make this special. He nervously adjusted his shirt collar, looking down to check that he was indeed wearing the purple shirt John loved so much. Apparently it was called the purple shirt of sex or something? The detective honestly had no idea how or why but that wasn’t important, what was important was John. John. He still couldn’t believe the brilliant, patient, and gorgeous army-doctor was....his husband. After the drunk night they had that one day, things got a bit heated and...well, you could say they definitely had a good time and cleared up their feelings for each other, much to Donovan’s chagrin who lost Scotland Yard’s bet by just a week. Mrs. Hudson was the winner, obviously.
Thank god for Mrs. Hudson’s and Gavin; he didn’t know what he would do without both of them giving him advice, though the DI wasn’t always pleased to be summoned in the middle of a case to help Sherlock out.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Sherlock scanned his surroundings to make sure everything was in place. Ah, he could now hear John about to step into the aisle, right on time. Quickly, Sherlock went back to pretending he was working on his experiment.
Just a few moments later, John padded into the kitchen, clean shaven, and as expected, looked at Sherlock pointedly. Of course, the detective was used to this and promptly ignored it, waiting for John to say something.
“Sherlock,” John said, tilting his head to the side a bit, “What is going on here? Why are there little sticky notes all over the place?”
Sherlock simply shrugged. “Why don’t you go take a look for yourself, John? I’m sure you would be able to find out that way.”
Sighing, John went back into the living room and perused the various bright colored sticky notes. Sherlock’s scratchy handwriting was on all of them, along with small drawings on some. Stepping closer, John took the first one off the wall above the couch and read the note out loud:
“Jawn, you’re small and angy, just like the bunch of Copper (Cu) Tellurium (Te) Iodine (I) Einstieinium (Es) we got the other day. Will you be my clemenvalentine?” Belatedly, John noticed a small orange drawn next to it, with a small >:[ face. Sherlock still wasn’t going to let him ever live it down, huh?
Shaking his head with the faintest hint of a smile crossing John’s expression, he moved on to the next one.
“John, the first time we met and dined at Angelo’s, I said girlfriends weren’t really my area. What I really wanted to say was that I was Gallium (Ga) Yttrium (Y), John. Obviously, I am married to my work and love of my life now, but would you still be my Valentine again, for the 11th time?” This one was written in rainbow ink, probably one of those pens Rosie got for Sherlock, insisting that he would have some use for them someday. Which he did, evidently.
As John picked up more and more notes strewn around the room, and read more and more puns, some of his favorites being, “Forget Hydrogen–you’re my number one element” and “Why don’t we go back to the bedroom and form a covalent bond ;) Or we could do it on the table, periodically” he didn’t know whether he should have laughed or cried. Maybe both. Some were so bad they were hilarious but the fact that they were that bad just made it more funny and endearing. Oh Sherlock, where would I bee without you? who would I be without you?
Oh god, John realized with horror. Sherlock’s terrible puns were rubbing off him and invading his thoughts. Typical of him, that bloody cute charismatic arse.
Finally, John reached the last one.
“John, I know I’m not very good with expressing my affection for you, but I want you to know, especially today, that Iodine (I) Lutetium (Lu) Vanadium (V) Uranium (U). You are my best friend, my lover, my husband, and my lifelong partner. You’ll always be my doctor and blogger at heart.” On the side, a small smiley face was drawn.
The entire time, John knew Sherlock’s eyes were on him, even though he pretended to be busy with his experiment. The doctor knew those telltale signs: tense shoulders coupled with a nervous biting of his lip. Watching closely, trying to gauge his reaction after reading all of them.
“Sherlock, were you trying to test my chemistry knowledge again? You know it’s been awhile since I’ve studied all this, right?”
Of course, Sherlock knew this. Sherlock always knew but was somehow still an oblivious idiot. My oblivious idiot, John thought affectionately.
“Well yes but I-” a beat. Sherlock took a deep breath. “Well, it’s always you making plans for Valentine’s, and I thought, maybe I should take charge this time, with something other than Angelo’s–don’t worry, I’ve already ordered takeout for dinner, I know you love their food, John, so I still did it. But I wanted to do more for you this time. Mrs. Hudson and Rosie agreed it would help me express myself better, so I tried it out. Um-” Sherlock stopped mid sentence as John walked up to him, and put a finger over those pouty lips.
“Sherlock, you amazing, adorable, gorgeous man, you’re so cute, you know that? And I did in fact notice your shirt–we will be making use of that later, obviously.” The detective gulped visibly. “But for the record, I want you to know that I know how much you love me, and you know how much I love you, so don’t ever feel bad about having trouble expressing it verbally; I can always tell through the small thoughtful gestures you do for me and the looks you throw my way when you think I can’t see. What you did for me today was very sweet, and it made my day–I will always cherish this memory on this Valentine’s, but I can assure you my love for you will never change no matter what, whether or not you do gestures like this for me. My love is of the same magnitude as yours to mine, and it never stops growing everyday”
Sherlock beamed, that charming crooked grin of his slowly spreading across his face, and John pulled him down for a kiss, both laughing against each other’s lips lightly as their mouths clumsily crashed together.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
#my posts#my post#my writing#johnlock#sherlock bbc#fics#my fics#johnlock fics#also this is technically my first fic? i wrote a small drabble for another fandom beforre but uh#yeah#so please forgive me if it's not very good#i would love comments! tell me about stuff you like/don't like!#i stayed up till 7 writing this oops#instead of writing analysis for my data project due tomorrow or technicallyt oday lmfao#anyways#i hope u enjoyed reading my brainrot#also 0.279 was not a mistake#i chose it on purpose#i didnt read through this after writing this so i apologize for any mistakes#i'll fix them tomorrow or somethng i mean techncally today#ajsadlkf anyways yea ok iim kinda scared but my 7am brain is shameless so here we go#oh no it is light outsde now oops#prob coulda come up wth better puns but like i said my braincells almost out of stock xD
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Strangers On A Train [2] | Tom Hiddleston x reader
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader
Style: Originally a drabble (here), but this is part two
WC: 2308
Warning: Pining, so much pining, really this is the most pining I’ve written
Summary: Original drabble is based on this prompt :“we make contact before trying to steal the last seat on the subway/bus/train and I end up in your lap and fuck you, I’m going to stay here because I’ve had a really long day and this seat was mine” - prompt source, part two is for @sabine-leo‘s 1,5K follower celeberation writing challenge (congrats btw <3) and my prompt was the setting “sleepless nights” so here u have one long sleepless night
A/N: Uhh, so this became so much longer than the first part and I’m in love with it and really proud of what I wrote and kind of ready for a part three if you guys want that.. ^_^
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Your phone vibrates where it lies next to you on the couch, carelessly thrown when you got home. It’s a text, or more a reply to the smiley you sent that morning to let the stranger on the tube know you got his note.
It bubbles lightly in your stomach and a smile grows on your lips. However, not sure how to reply, you put it back down and let your attention follow to where it had been. The TV plays an episode of The Big Bang Theory. You didn’t really follow it when it first came on, but now, your mind travels to another place entirely.
Last night’s tube ride had, after all, been very different from the usual. But it had been nice, way too nice. The disappointment in not seeing him on the tube ride home today is still at the bottom of your gut. There’s just something about him, something about the way he held onto you, made you feel safe. It’s unlike anything you have ever felt before.
Your phone starts ringing, the vibration affecting the couch and making an annoying sound that scares you enough to jump. You take it up and see the name flash. Stranger From The Tube
Something stirs in your gut as you stare at the screen. The smile you had grows wider, and you shake your head before you slide it and answer. You carefully put the phone to your ear, and say a small ‘hi’.
“Hi,” comes from the other line. A voice as soothing as when you first heard it. “It’s Tom,” he adds.
You chuckle. “I saw that.” You bite down on your lip, trying to keep from saying something stupid. “Why did you call?”
He lets out a sigh, a huff more like it, with a small ‘hehe’ laugh. “I’m not sure, to be honest.” The line goes quiet. You can hear his breathing on the other side, and just that has the hairs on your neck stand. “I guess I couldn’t… I couldn’t wait to talk to you.”
“Yeah,” you say, “we didn’t really get to talk before.”
“Not with you half asleep on my shoulder, no,” he says and chuckles. “Do you maybe want to go out for a drink? Tomorrow night?”
Your words get stuck in your throat. How do you say yes without sounding like you couldn’t wait? Without feeling like you sound desperate (to be honest, you are kind of touch starved)?
“Or does that not work?” His voice sounds smaller, insecure.
“No, no, no,” you hurry, “it works great.” A mental reprimand to not use too long to answer, flies through your head. “I… I was just thinking, uh, that the night is…” You purse your lips. “... still young.”
You pinch your eyes shut. Your heartbeat loud in your ears and your breathing gone because, god you just proposed that, and you don’t know if you can breathe before you hear his answer.
“Oh,” he says, “sound great. Meet at your tube stop in an hour?”
You nod furiously, biting your lips to keep from squealing. Only to realize this is a phone conversation and he can’t see you. You take a deep breath. “Yeah, that sound lovely. See you in an hour?”
“See you in an hour.” The line clicks and the conversation is over.
If he could see you now, the big smile on your face and knew how hot you felt, he would cancel. You’re sure of it, but instead of pondering whether or not he actually likes you, you rush out of the couch, turn off the TV and get to the bathroom.
Before going out, there are some things that need to be done.
Shower. You strip out of your clothes and take a quick shower. Every bit of you is cleaned, and despite knowing time is short, you still take the time to shave. You’re not even contemplating not doing so.
Make-up. Most of the time, make-up isn’t that important. Some mascara goes a long way, and you don’t use much more now either. You use some eyeshadow, a natural matte nude palette that blends in with your skin tone. You pair it with some mascara and eyeliner, making your eyes pop. And as a final touch, you find your favorite red lipstick and apply it. Happy with how you look, you move on to the next step.
Clothes. What the hell are you supposed to wear? The make-up alone is much, but also kind of natural and toned down. How do you pair that with something cute, yet showing you want to get to know this guy? In the end, you pick a black button down dress that ties around the waist, and even though it fits rather loosely, shows off your figure. You’d recently bought it as something casual you could wear to a birthday party, and this is the first time you get to use it. Studying yourself in the long mirror in your bedroom, you have no problem thinking you look cute.
Shoes. The dress being casual, and the knowing that’ll you’ll walk and probably stand, calls for something else than high heels. So, going rather tomboy-ish, you pair it with a pair of flat, black sneakers that match the dress. The soles are white and gives some color to the otherwise black outfit.
Hair. And the best for last, you style your hair. You let it fall naturally, spray it to get some style in it, and when you’re happy with the look, you smile at yourself in the mirror.
Seeing the clock, you have about two minutes before the hour is up. You search around your apartment for a little purse to go with the outfit, trying desperately to find something small yet able to have a phone, keys and wallet. It takes two minutes, but you finally find a black one that you’re happy with. One last look in the mirror, you smile happily and get out.
It’s fortunate it takes about five minutes to walk, because if it took more, you’d be a lot more late than you want to. Five minutes is within reasonable time, especially for a spontaneous ...date?
You get to the tube station and look around. The man you’re meeting stands off to the side of the entrance. Seeing him, you get even happier with what you picked out. He wears a pair of black jeans, tucked in is black shirt that clings to his body and the arms are rolled up to his elbows, and a jacket slung over his arm. You hadn’t even thought of taking with you a jacket. Maybe if you get cold, he’ll let you borrow his.
With light, nervous steps you walk towards him. A nervous purse of your lips as you stop and say hi. He smiles, but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he’s eyes study you from top to toe. It lingers a little on your lips, his tongue just out for a second, before he finds your eyes. Every part of your body feels like it’s on fire.
“Hi,” he breathes. “You look… wonderful.”
Your gut churns and you resist the urge to bite your lips. “Thanks,” you say. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”
His smile widens, and he offers his arm. “Shall we walk?”
You nod, and take the arm he offers. The touch of his skin against yours is pleasant, a slight burn that traces its way up to your neck and down your spine. The chill air helps, as you would rather not start to sweat. Yet, at least.
The two of you walk in silence, steering into the tube and getting ready to fine one that gets you to the city centre. In little time, you step off and walk into the city night. You’ve let go of Tom’s arm, but you still walk close. Every once in a while, your hands brush and a shot of electricity courses through you.
“Where would you like to go?” asks Tom. He casts a glance your way.
You tilt your head up to glance at him, and catching his stare, you divert it back down and purse your lips. Why is your heart beating so fast? “Uhh, I don’t… I don’t have any…”
“Any preference?” he asks.
You nod, a blush creeping its way into your cheeks. The heat feels like too much, especially mixed with the constant heat of your skin whenever you accidentally touch.
He smiles and lets out a small laugh. “What about…” He looks around and his eyes land on a place. “...there?” A long finger points at it.
“Sound nice,” you reply.
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11.38 PM
“No way, really?”
“Yeah, really. I don’t know why, but he did that.”
“Oh, but you did that other thing, right?”
“Shh, we don’t talk about that.”
“Of course we don’t. You wouldn’t do anything stupid, would you?”
“Fuck off.”
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12.52 AM
“A hat? She got upset for a hat?”
“Oh, yeah, I can’t say why, but the hat meant something.”
“The hat meant something. What did it mean? That it was supposed to be on her head?”
Laughter. “No, apparently, it meant to be in the sea.”
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02.23 AM
“What? You don’t want to dance?”
“No, that’s not really my thing.”
“What is your thing?”
“Talking. Getting to know someone. Laughing.”
“Those are some great things.”
“Yeah, it’s that and being awkward.”
Laughter.
“You’re not awkward.”
“Oh, sure, because I know how to speak. Yeah.”
“You haven’t been awkward the times I’ve met you.”
“You met me exhausted on a tube where I literally sat on you, and today, where I’ve gotten alcohol.”
“There was no alcohol for four hours ago.”
“No, but there was no conversation either.”
“That’s not a criteria for something to not be awkward.”
“Well, I am, deal with it.”
“Now, what you do have is attitude. Not in a bad way.”
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04.12 AM
You fiddle with the keys for a moment before the apartment becomes unlocked. Inside, you take off your shoes and lay down your little purse on your coffee table. Tom follows right behind, taking off his shoes and hanging his jacket on the coat stand.
“You want something to drink?” you ask and take a wine bottle out of the fridge. Before he’s even answered, you set down two glasses on the counter.
Tom comes into the kitchen. He leans against the counter, “that would be lovely.” His gaze travels over you as you pour the glasses, and you shiver at the feeling. As with the whole night, your body responds to how he acts, how he speaks, and you love every minute of it.
“Here,” you say and hand him one of the glasses. He takes it and your fingers graze, sending your heart into overdrive and setting your skin on fire.
You move to the living room, and you sit down on the couch, tucking your feet underneath you―making sure your dress covers you and doesn’t show anything you don’t want shown. Tom sits down close by, his knee touches yours. Neither of you pull away from the touch.
“What were we talking about again?” you ask him.
He chuckles lightly. “About my work, I think.”
You nod. “Yeah. An actor and a pretty famous one, too.” Something flickers in his eyes, but you don’t catch what it is. “How is that?”
“Exciting. Tiring. And every bit as fun as when I started out.” Tom smiles, it grows fond as he talks. Fonder and fonder as he retells stories, and talk about the friends he’s made. You listen intently as he speaks. Eyes flicker between his lips and his blue-green eyes that burn with a passion.
The night continues. You talk about everything, about nothing. Stories from your childhood, stories from now. Those little details. Those small things that mean something.
And suddenly, the night is over.
The clock reads eight AM. Tom chuckles at it and stands up. You follow him to the door, lean against the wall as he puts on his shoes and grabs his jacket.
“I had a great time.” He balances back and forth on his feet and puts his hands in his pockets as you stop leaning, a smile on his face that you return without hesitation.
“Yeah, me too.” You bite your lip and look down on the floor, on your feet. You glance back up at him. “We should do it again sometime.”
He nods. “We should.”
Neither of you say anything. He moves to the door and turns the lock. Tom looks back at you and you smile at him. Your gazes lock. His flicker down to your lips, his tongue takes a quick trip out. You smile, wanting him to take that step.
“Bye,” he says and opens the door.
You move to close it as he walks out. “Bye,” you say. Your heart pounds in your chest, nervousness courses through your veins and hope keeps you from uttering more words (or sounds) than you want.
He lingers in the doorway. You’re closer now, closer than the moment before. Your heartbeat pulses inside your head, your throat feels tight. Just lean in, it’s not that hard. But you don’t move.
Neither does he. Instead you stare at each other, both lick your lips.
“You have my number,” you say, and tiptoe up to kiss his cheek.
He nods. “I do.” And with a smile, he walks away.
You look after him. Your pounding heart not slowing down, and your brain telling you to run after and kiss him. On the lips. But you don’t. You watch as he turns smaller, and you feel the butterflies in your gut. And you know, with a hundred percent certainty, that you’ve met the love of your life.
NEXT PART!
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For the director's cut thing, the story where Fabri asks Ermal out on a date but Ermal doesn't realize that? 👀
YO SO WE GONNA DO THAT OR WHAT
Its this fic btw if anyones curious.
Chap 1
Even with closed eyes, he sensed the man lying next to him turn towards him but Fabrizio did not spoke immediately. No, he just stayed silent for a bit, Ermal wasn’t quite sure what he was observing but before Ermal could ask, Fabrizio broke the silence.
its u. he’s gazing at u, u idiot.
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’You didn’t exactly give off the vibe that you’d say yes’
“What the fuck does that even mean? I don’t give off the vibe?!”
mr no-homo meta has NO right to be surprised at that. boy went into a panic attack every time someone as much as breathed the suggestion ofc fab was Anxious
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A certain Roman showing up at his doorstep looking like he’d belong to the Milan Fashion Week.A tight grey shirt whose top three buttons almost begged to be opened (yet remained miraculously, in Fabris case, closed!) clung nicely to the body underneath it. A very fine silver chain hung around his neck that perfectly fit with the rings and the watch on his hand.Instead of ripped denim, now tight & shiny dark jeans were worn and to round this look up, an impeccably tailored black, suit jacket was thrown over him.
so not to be Hoe on main but we all just love Sexy Fab. but more so, i really thought Fabrizio would have put a lot of effort into dressing nicely this time around. Probably called a few friends, crying to help him. He just wanted Ermal to like his look. Which he did. A lot. again, outstanding heterosexual of the year, ermal meta is completely mesmerised by that look.
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“Well, well, Fab. Gotta say, this place is on a whole different level“ The curly haired man commented as he flipped through the menu.“You like it?”“How could I not?”
again, Fabrizio intentionally looking up a fancy place for their Date, something he actually felt a little bit uncomfortable about himself and wouldnt normally chose for himself. But then again, he was greatly relieved when Ermal actually did say he liked it.
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Ermal is just honestly iconic in this fic. man enjoys fabrizios appearance, enjoys talking with him, eating out with him, just spending time with him in general sooo much……and yet.
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Fabrizio tilted his head and was it the candle light or something else, but a intriguing shine filled his eyes.“I’d know something sweeter than this.” In the next moment, everything turned upside down when Fabrizio suddenly took his hand and intertwined their fingers, his thumb gently brushing over the back of the younger man’s hand.
THE COURAGE THIS TOOK. THE NERVES WHICH WERE WRECKED. Fab really just went “ok here we go balls to the wall now or never”
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Chap2
“So, Fabrizio….Fabrizio likes me. Apparently.” It felt interesting to say it out loud. Ermal got a tingly feeling at the thought. So ..it was him who made Fabrizio blush earlier? Who made him nervous? And smiley? Christ, he actually really wanted Ermal to like his outfit, didn’t he? A small smirk found its way on Ermal’s face. Who would have thought that he’d have Fabrizio Moro of all people wrapped around his finger.
erm: so im het
also erm: wow i really really like the fact that fabrizio is into me. its actually super exciting. kinda makes me happy in a way.
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“Wait, what?! I should ask him out?!”“Yeah? Isn’t that something you want?”Is that something he- But that would imply that he’d want to pursue Fabrizio, his very male, masculine, manly friend Fabrizio who was definitely not by any chance a woman. To have a relationship with guy that was …..romantic… and oh sweet Mother of God, sexual?!“I- I- I don’t know.”
so yeah, to get to the bottom of this, when you’re in the process of realising your own …..non-heterosexuality, its just A Lot to take in. I thought, realistically, that would just be a bit too much for Ermal to take in at that moment. He had to process the mere thought of “yes, you could have a romantic relationship with this guy, since he’s into you. Its absolutely a possibility”. When you’re conditioned to think “i can only ever date people of the opposite sex” all your life, it takes a bit of time to get accustomed to new possibilities.
And then theres the sexual aspect which is like, on Jupiter, for Ermal’s current state of mind.
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Chap3
The video he currently was immersed in showed a slow-mo fight between a mongoose and a cobra that in all its intensity outdid any action movie in a heartbeat.
i remember watching that vid before writing that chapter and being mesmerised by it. u fucking go lil mongoose!
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[Bizio]: sorry i cant this weekend
First, i just love the thought of him being saved as Bizio on Ermals phone. Second, the reason why he replied so late was because he was wrecking his mind about it. Should he go? should he not? god, the thought of seeing ermal excited him and yet scared him. nonononno. he’s trying to get Over Ermal. He needs space. he is not ready yet.
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[Ermal]:Fabri!! Heard you’re coming up North! 😁 I have this excellent bottle of wine that a fan gave me the other day (don’t ask) so how about we open it at my place? I know you love a good wine 😉🍷
He couldn’t even slide the phone back into his pocket before it started buzzing. Surprisingly, the reply came almost instantly this time.[Bizio]:sorry no the schedule is pretty tight for me at the moment i dont think ill have much time in milan
i just image him getting the weirdest fucking fan gifts. also lmao the lightning speed with which fab replied. homeboy saw that wine would be involved and imemdiately thought “nononononono. worst case, my drunk ass might kiss him, god forbid. we are absolutely not gonna do that”
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[Ermal]:So I’m flipping through the channels at home and there comes a baking show and I wouldn’t normally stop to watch but you know what they’re baking? Those creamy pastry things we had in Lisbon!
Now the idea about the Pasteis de Nata stemms from a real life event! During ESC 2018 i slept at a friends house and since the contest was held in Portugal we decided to cook something portuguese. Thats what we did. They fucking slap. Also, one of the best weekends ive ever had
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However, this is how things continued as to all of Ermal’s messages, he’d receive rather uncharacteristically short replies. When he sent him photos he’d often not reply at all and even when he called Fabri didn’t pick.
Okay we have to image in WHAT kinda mental state Fabrizio is in that time. Boy is EMBARASSED to death. Then obviously, he is trying his hardest to get rid of this crush. So he just isnt talking to Ermal at all. Which in turn makes him lonely and sad. So then Ermal shoots him a message, sends him a picture and Fabrizio is immediately head over heels again. Which he shouldnt be. Bad Fabri. And the circle repeats itself.
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Fabrizio who smiled sweetly at the host, who hugged her tightly, who joked with her and oh, whose eyes didn’t stick to her face but wandered more and more south.
Dude honestly, Fab was not flirting with anyone. He was just being nice as he usually is. And we all know he a lil bit sleazy so yeah, he might have looked down once or twice. but he really was not flirting. It was just Ermals affection-deprived mind going berserk.
Also that was the first time Ermal witnessed Fabrizio being affectionate with someone else. And the contrast to that cold shoulder he received was just the last straw for him.
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“Why is he all smiley and lovey-dovey with her while he treats me as if I’m a war criminal?!” Ermal shouted the second the other line got picked up.“Uhm, hello? Maybe a ‘Good morning’ first of all? A simple ‘how are you doing, Sabina?’ would have been appreciated too.”
Damn bitch can ya greet ur sister first before going off smh
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And would it have been really that bad if Ermal had just held on to his hand? Let Fabrizio gently stroke him with his thumb, maybe even squeeze back while Ermal’s finger draws circles over letters that covered the older man’s knuckles.It would have been nice and Ermal would have liked it.
I think he just needed to see what he was missing out to realise what he really has always wanted. If things were to go back to normal, he would have never made any realisations.
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“Am I- Do I like Fabrizio?”
No, we dont ask what he is. Because thats for another time, a calmer time. Or maybe not at all. He doesnt know the answer to that question and its not important right now. All he knows is that despite it all, he likes Fabrizio.
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The fact he was a guy was new, but those feelings involved weren’t.
I feel like this is just a very bisexual experience. At least to me it was. Its very confusing when u are genuinely attracted to the opposite sex, so you make the conclusion: you are obviously straight. Its not possibly that you are not-straight.
Then u start feeling attraction to someone of ur own gender and its like “hmmm. Obviously this must be fake since we have established that Im genuinely attracted to the opposite sex ”
But the thing is..it aint going away. And then u think how you’d perhaps be down for sex, and perhaps be down for something more, and perhaps do all those nice things you would be doing with someone of the opposite sex.
So yeah, its ..its really confusing and complicated to figure it out. And if you actually do have a feelings for someone it only makes matters more complicated ig
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“Jesus, I really do like him. Me. Liking a guy.”
Again, once u made That Realisation, its just the WILDEST thing in the beginning. a complete NEW concept being applied to yourself.
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“LISTEN CUT THE BULLSHIT I KNOW EXACTLY THAT YOU’RE HOME! OPEN UP OR I WILL STAND HERE ALL NIGHT I’M NOT FUCKING AROUND!” In addition to the knocking he now also started ringing the doorbell. He sure as hell wouldn’t move here until that door wasn’t opened.“I DONT GIVE A FUCK, I WON’T EVEN SLEEP AND NEITHER WILL YOU. I CAN GO ON FOREVER YOU HEAR ME, FABRIZIO MOBRICI?!”
Ermal is just unhinged in all my fics.
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Epilogue
[Ermal💛]: You ready?
Fabrizio added that heart right immediately after Ermal left his house a week prior.
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Ermal looked….cuddly.
So yeah we all know Fab isnt the keenest on fashion and shit. And i just though Ermal would want him to be as comfortable as possible on their date, so he was like “ay come casual” . and also, its sort of cute that Ermal lets Fabri see him so casual too, its sort of more private in that sense.
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And those were still the mild surprises, let’s not start with the downright shock he felt when his brain started providing words like kissable, attractive, sexy and hot during lonelier nights.
i have a fic for those kinda nights too
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“It’s not that far and God knows men your age need the exercise anyway.”
ermal just cant show affection like a normal person, he has to roast u even when he’s madly in love with u
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What followed behind the colourful door was a small chaos. Literally. People constantly coming and going, with buzzing voices chatting in every corner. They made their way half through the rather crowded establishment, got greeted by a waiter who rushed past them, before they finally spotted a couple leaving, liberating two chairs for them.
SO YEAH. the restaurant. it is loosely based on a place here in Vienna. Its pakistani food too, its a buffet, its kinda chaotic like described in the fic. also u can pay as much as u want.
i just thought, yknow, its home made cooking and its kinda relaxed and chill and casual and has a certain liberal flair to it. and i thought yeah that has fabri energy we gonna use that. also their mango rice puddings fucking slap
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Languages were not his forte, those belonged to Ermal, but Fabrizio ran through his options. It surely wasn’t French or Spanish, that he would at least recognise. German looked different too; they had those dots over their U’s and those curly B’s which allegedly weren’t B’s at all. Swedish? Danish? No. He’s been to Ikea often enough to know that his wardrobe wouldn’t be called Qershor. And Russian had different letters but maybe it was something similar to Russian?
Okay, so I’m a known Slut for Languages. Fabrizio is not. I can pretty much recognise most European languages in written form at some point in a text. Fabrizio can not. Therefore writing this from the perspective of someone who really isnt into languages was kind of interesting and a bit challenging. I was just thinking ‘how would he recognise them when he isnt into them?’ And i think, in the end, i did it realistically.
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“Is it like..Serbian? Croatian? Or something?” He mumbled while putting a piece of eggplant in his mouth but quickly realised the answer when Ermal almost spit out his water from laughing.“No, definitely not. I can guarantee you, it’s very much not Serbian or Croatian ‘or something’.” Ermal chuckled with a bright smile, obviously enjoying their little guessing game. “But you’re close. In a way.”
This is SO embarrassing but this whole language guessing game was just a setup to an inside joke I have with myself. So, for those who don’t know, I speak Serbo-Croatian. And I study Slavic studies. The first things they tell you in the first lesson of the Slavic Linguistics course is “Please, for the love of God, PLEASE, dont say Albanian/Hungarian/Romanian is a slavic language”. Apparently many europeans assume these languages are because theyre surrounded by slavic countries. BUT TO AN ACTUAL SLAVIC NATIVE SPEAKER, the difference is immediately obvious and so its quite comical when people assume theyre related languages. So i thought the reverse would be kinda funny to Ermal too.
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“I can be anything the teacher wants me to be. A good student, a naughty student, whatever floats his boat…” He asked sultrily before winking at the man across of him whose higher brain functions seemed to have ceased at once and just gaped at him like a fish.
boys whole brain got fried when the sexiest man in italy started flirting with him. issokay, he was just shocked. fabrizio has never been flirty with him before, he’ll get used to it.
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“I was just trying to give you the best date that I could.“At those words, the Roman frowned however."Wait, this was a date?!”
im just an asshole honestly
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They giggled as they finally closed the gap between them going for a slow and deep kiss.
i just love them being all SOFT and in LOVE
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“Erm, I- I have an instore tomorrow, I better be well rested.”His counterpart just huffed and raised an eyebrow.“So were you planning on staying up all night, huh?”
Fabs horn dog brain definitively went HmmmmMmm this is nice:) ..could get even nicer:) but no fuck, i have work to do tomorrow
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“Love how you immediately forget about a good night’s sleep once you have a tongue in your mouth.”“Fuck off.”
He just got carried away as if u were complaining ermal smh
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"I bet on everything I have that your password is 'liberoanita1’ so yes, I actually can.”
Parents culture is just using ur children’s names as all your passwords and we all know Fabri is that kinda parent.
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All in All, i also wanna talk about how the epilogue mirrors the first chapter, but in a more successful light.
Fabrizio dresses for Ermal - Ermal dresses for Fabrizio
fancy place - more casual place
They take the car - they walk
Fabrizio takes Ermals hand on the open for everyone to see - Ermal takes Fabrizios hand under the table, in private
They eat their dessert seperately - they eat theri dessert together
they fall out - they become closer, kiss
they dont talk - they plan the next date
anyway thanks for reading and thank uuuuuu for this ask julchen
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Chapter 15 From the Top!
(Prof H X Ted)
Can this moment last forever? Henry doesn't ask for much but if this could be the rest of time that would be great.
Their lips parted. They didn't pull away from each other though.
"Hen-" Ted started to say something. Henry cut him off with a kiss.
Words are stupid sometimes. Who needs to talk? Not Henry! Right here now. He so warm. Henry was practically intoxicated.
Their lips parted once more.
"Well I feel like that this isn't how singing lessons usually go." Ted laughed a little. Henry was overcome with bliss.
"Yes this is quite unorthodox." Henry chuckled. Henry didn't know what to do. He just sat there merely inches from Ted.
"So should we run through the song one more time from the front?" Ted laughed. Henry didn't think he could mentally continue with the class.
"Perhaps we should conclude class early." If Henry is too flustered to teach what's the point. Ted looked slightly sad. It's nice to know he cares. "Are you hungry?" Henry's terms this time, less grease and less alcohol.
"Yes actually." Ted's entire face lit up.
"I'm choosing the restaurant. North side is lovely but I have somewhere else in mind." Ted had his turn now it's time for Henry to take control.
Henry grabbed his things from throughout the studio and led Ted out.
"Where are you two going, Professor." Lucy called out from behind the desk as she saw them on their way out. How she still finds that funny is one of life's great mysteries.
"Let's lay off it Lucille." Henry pushed the front door open.
"Your alliterations have no power against me!" Lucy called out as the door closed behind the two men.
"Don't mind her." Henry knew that Ted was not used to the loud chaos of theatre. Making Ted feel welcome is important.
"So where are we going again." Ted looked at ease. That's good.
"Well it's a restaurant." Henry randomly felt the overwhelming urge to grab Ted's hand. That's be a bit hasty, right?
"Well I guessed that much." Ted chuckled.
"This way." Henry grabbed Ted's hand and pulled him down the street. Henry hoped he wasn't coming on to strong. He was never good with this kind of thing.
"Here we are" Henry was still holding on to Ted's hand. He didn't want to let go.
Paradise boulevard, basically a jazz bar without the booze. Henry thought Ted would like it.
"I don't know, Northside is a pretty nice restaurant. I'll have to trust you on this one." Ted smiled at Henry. Ted seemed very smiley.
Henry pulled Ted into the building. Still holding on to his hand.
"Table for two please" the waitress at led them to a small table towards the front window.
There was a woman singing on the stage accompanied by a small band.
"You keep smiling." Henry didn't mind Ted smiling at all. He didn't mind at all. It's just out of character.
"So do you."
Henry isn't good in theses scenarios. What's he supposed to do? Does he like... flirt? What is flirting anyways? Is it hot in here?
"So what's Ted short for?" Great conversation Henry.
"Theodore. I know it's a dorky ass name." Ted looked a little embarrassed. Henry really liked Theodore, Ted suited him better but Theodore is cute.
"No I like it." Henry smiled at Ted. Theodore smiled back.
"What will it be?" Henry didn't even notice the waitress arrive at the table.
"Shit I haven't even looked at the menu yet." Ted scanned the menu, "oh shit this is in French."
"We'll have to orders of Flamiche." Henry thought gored might like that. The waitress nodded and walked off.
"So what exactly is flamiche?" Ted totally butchered the pronunciation but you know it's fine.
"You'll just have to trust me." Ha ha Henry is the Ted now! Ted kind of looked down.
"Listen, about last week. I just wanted to apologize. It wasn't any of my business." Ted looked down at Henry's hand that was placed in the table, "I was just concerned."
Henry was consistently surprised about how much Theodore cared about things. Passionate is not a trait the Henry had pegged for him.
"It's ok. I forgive you, Theodore." Henry smiled sweetly.
"Are you going to keep calling me Theodore?" Ted chuckled.
"Oh yeah" The two men laughed.
"So a jazz bar?"
"It is not a jazz bar. It is a French restaurant with jazz. Alcohol is not a good idea for us." Henry smiled, "You seemed to like Sinatra so I thought you might like this place." Henry didn't want Ted to be uncomfortable.
"My mom listened to a lot of Sinatra." Ted smiled to himself. A mama's boy? Theadore really full is surprises.
"That's nice." Henry realized how long it's been since he's thought about his parents.
The waitress arrived with there food.
"Voici votre nourriture monsieur" the waitress set down the food.
"Merci beaucoup" Henry thanked the waitress. She walked off.
"You speak French? Also does the wait staff all speak French?"
"Je parle seulement un peu le français. They might all speak French I don't really know."
"Huh, you're an interesting person."
"How so."
"Biology and theatre, it's weird mix. You also know French apparently?" Ted looked impressed. Henry felt a little more confident.
"Well I've always had a natural inclination towards science and the theatrical arts. I also took a semester in France." Henry shrugged. The mundane to him might be extraordinary to others.
"You also have a big ass vocabulary." Ted was just laying on the compliments.
"That's because I read, Ted." Henry laughed a little.
"Makes sense." Ted nodded. He smirked "the on top of it all you're very attractive."
They kissed so Henry could blush and not feel embarrassed. That's how that works right?
"That's like the pot calling the kettle black." Henry smiled.
"So is this a date?" Ted looked a little nervous.
"My bet's on yes." Henry leaned farther into the table and consequentially closer to Theodore.
"Cool."
They spent the rest of the meal making conversation and listening to music. It was quite pleasant.
"You payed last time. I've got it." Henry urged Ted to put away his money. Henry brought him here, Henry is going to pay.
"Well yeah but it's not like a diner is expensive." Ted persisted. Good thing Henry could speak French.
"Why don't we split it?" Henry offered.
"That works." Ted handed Henry his card.
When the waitress came over to get the bill, Henry pulled her aside.
"Je vous donne deux cartes mais charge le repas entier à la carte noire." Henry struggled to find figure out how to say what he meant.
"Peu importe ce que tu dis." Either the whole wait staff spoke French or Henry was lucky enough to get the one French speaking waitress.
The waitress came back with the two cards. The two men took their leave.
"So I'll see you soon?" Ted and Henry stopped out side the restaurant.
"Of course." Henry smiled.
"Are you going to Paul's birthday thing Monday?" Ted asked hopefully.
Henry forgot that that was a thing. Emma mentioned it a while ago but he had forgotten.
"Yeah I'll be there." Henry smiled.
"Well this is goodnight." Ted picked up one of Henry's hands and kissed it. Henry was not expecting that. His face heated up.
"Goodnight." Would it be weird to kiss him? Why would it be weird?
Henry pulled Ted into a kiss. Ted was a good kisser.
Henry really was just over the moon.
"I'll see you Monday." The two men went their separate ways.
Henry hadn't been on a date in a while. This was really nice though. Henry started humming the song that the woman was singing in the restaurant.
"Look at me..."
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I was in a weird jazzy mood when writing this so yeah. The song was Misty, btw. Transferring these is kind of weird especially because I have music for the ones on wattpad but whateverrrrrr.
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once a tuck, a tuck forever
Title: once a Tuck, a Tuck forever
Pairing: modern!Miles Tuck x Foster!Reader
Ratinf: fluff
Summary: When the Tuck’s travel back to Winnie’s grave they stay in Treegap for a few days, that is when Miles meets you.
Warning: few swears, Y/F/N stands for your full name. the reader is 19 btw.
Word count: 2073
(GIF not mine)
It was a pretty good day to go on a walk, that was exactly what you were planning on doing today, taking a walk trough your dad’s woods. The Treegap wood has been a property of your family for very long. You loved the wood, it was always quiet and peaceful, it helped that nobody walked trough it though. At least you thought no one did, because at the moment that thought crossed your mind you walked into something, no someone. “Shit, oh my god, I am so sorry, are you okay?” you said.
When you looked up you stared into the most beautiful set of brown eyes you’ve had ever seen. “It’s okay.” The man said and he started walking away, you followed him. “What are you doing in this wood anyway?” You asked you wanted to get to know this man. “I could ask you the same thing.” He sneered. “Well these woods are mine, and the weather is good so I thought I would go for a walk, now you.” He had to be around your age. “I also thought a walk would be nice. And you must be a Foster.” He said still walking away from you. “Yes. Y/N Foster, what is your name?” you asked the tall and stunning man. “Miles. Can you leave me now please?” “Ha, my mom used to tell me a fairytale about a family, the tuck family. One of the sons was called Miles, it’s an old family tale though, nobody outside of the family tells or knows it.”
“Do you maybe I don’t know, want to drink coffee?” he asked and sure it was kind of weird but you couldn’t think of a reason not to. “Sure.” “so tell me about that family fairytale.” Miles said. “Well it was about my great-grant mother, she run away from home and met this immortal family. And how she fell in love with the youngest son Jesse.” Miles started walking faster after you said that. “You know what is funny though, it started with a spring in our wood, a spring with a T carved in the old ash tree behind it, and I saw a spring like that in our wood.” “did you drink from it?” “Yes it is just a story anyway.” You brushed the question off. “If you only knew.” He mumbled. You and Miles arrived at a small cabin in the woods. “It’s a little dusty, it’s my old house I moved out a long time ago.” He said as the two of you entered the cabin. “Ma! Pa! little problem please help.”
“What is it Mi- oh god not this again, Miles!” The woman who same down exclaimed. Miles started talking: “Ma, let me explain, she knows and she drank the water, what do we need to do?” you were so confused, you just didn’t get what they were talking about. “Why didn’t you stop her Miles! You are unbelievable!” this time the man spoke up. “Angus calm down, child please sit down we need to tell you something.” “Hey guys I’m back… what is happening here? Why is everyone looking at me? What did I do this time?” a blond haired boy walked in he was short and looked like he was between the 15 and 18. “Owh god there is a girl over here that isn’t good” the short boy said. he stuck his hand out for you to shake it. “Jesse Tuck howdo” Your eyes grew bigger, this starts to sound very alike to the story your mom always told you, a family of four people, the oldest son is called Miles, the youngest Jesse, and their last name is Tuck. “Y/N Foster nice to meet you.” All three of the people looked up. “Wait you didn’t only drink the water, you also knew of us AND you are a Foster.” The man exclaimed. “What is wrong with what water and what do I know about your family?” you were very confused at this point. “And yes I am a Foster what is the big deal.” Miles spoke up again. “Y/N you might want to sit down.” And you did.
“Okay so once upon a time,” the woman said “Ma you still shouldn’t start like that.” Miles interrupted his mother. “whatever Miles, Once there was a man, a man and a wife and a family.” “that’s Jesse and me.” Miles interrupted. “We tore from the west to settle in the east, looking for a farm or some land at least” The woman continued. “Ma cut it, she already knows. Listen Y/N that story that is in your family, it is true, your great-grant mother is called Winnie right? Well she was in the exact same place you are now only in 1893” Miles explained. “It can’t be, funny joke, I’m going home now, you guys are really weird you know.” You said standing up. At that moment Jesse stabbed Miles. The odd thing was that it looked like he wasn’t hurt at all. “Gee thanks Jesse.” Miles chuckled. “Wait you guys are telling the truth?” you asked when you saw there was no blood or anything on Miles. “Yes and since you drunk the water, we think it’s smart for you to stay with us.” The woman said. “I’m Mae by the way, this is my husband Angus.”
The next day you went home to tell your parent you were moving out, they were happy for you. You got all your important stuff and went back to the cabin in the wood. You were going to face a whole different life and you were scared but also excited,
………
It’s been 7 months since you started living with the Tucks and life was good with them, it was at middle winter but you were still walking, you were out with Miles, he said he wanted to talk to you. You and Miles had grew very close the last 7 months and you would lie if you said you didn’t have any feelings for the handsome brunette. You walked close to Miles, not that he minded. “Y/N? You know, my family defiantly became a lot nicer since you joined us, you’re just a little ray of happiness and the point is that I kind of like you very much, and I know it’s super weird and all, but would you maybe give me a change, go on a date with me?” He was talking so fast you could barely follow what he was saying, but you still got every word of it. “It would be my honor Miles.” You said and he smiled like an idiot for the rest of the day.
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For your first date miles took you to a like but since it was winter it was frozen. “I don’t really have ice skates but I figured this would still be a fun place to you know just, be.” Miles said rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s great Miles I love it.” You and Miles talked for hours, you haven’t had this much fun in years. The two of you walked back home hand in hand, you guys were almost back at the cabin when you stopped him. “Thanks for today Miles I had so much fun.” You said and you pressed your lips against his, it was meant to be a simple peck but miles grabbed the small of your back and deepened the kiss, not that you complain. “Yeah I had fun too.” He said and you continued walking back home.
………..
It has been 6 years since that day and Miles sat at the kitchen table. Since his former marriage it has been hard for Miles to understand love again, but Miles knows he found it with you, you were the best, you were beautiful, extremely nice, you had the most wonderful smile, you loved his parents and you loved him. Everything just felt so right with you.
“What are you thinking about bro?” Jesse asked as he set down next to his brother, Miles and you moved out two years ago, you build your own cabin, it wasn’t even a mile away from the cabin from Mae and Angus and Jesse still came over every single day but it just gave you two lovebirds a little more privacy. “I’m going to ask Y/N to marry me tonight after family diner.” Miles said, knowing you were over at Mae’s to talk about girly stuff. “Damn Miles, that is a decision to make, does pa know? Does ma know?” Jesse asked. “Yes they do, but don’t you dare to spoil this for me, I will ruin you heard me?” At that point the door opened. “Miles don’t threat your brother sweetheart.” You said as you walked in. “That is my cue to leave.” Jesse winked as he walked away. “see you tonight Y/N.” you walked into the Livingroom “Why is he so happy?” you asked Miles before sitting next to him and placing a small kiss on his lips. “I don’t know baby.” He said as he laid his head on your shoulder.
At diner you were talking to Angus that he should teach you how to fish some time, Miles was talking to his mom and Jesse was just a smiley mess the whole time. When you all finishes your food there fell a silence, everyone was looking at Miles, so you looked his way too. “Y/N, baby, we have been together for a long time but I remember the day I met you like it was yesterday, you were so confused the whole time and afterwards you were so happy and smiley, and you looked so beautiful, the months after that day you have been nothing but nice to us and helpful and a good friend and, we all love you, especially me, I care so much for you and you are the best thing that ever happened to me and the best thing that will ever happen to me. I love you so much.” He took a box from his jacket pocket and got down on one knee, you gasped as he clicked the box open. “Y/N Foster will you please do me the honor of becoming my wife.” Miles looked hopeful at you, you started nodding with tears in your eyes, you loved him so much. “Yes Miles, I will, yes, o my god yes!” He putted the ring on your finger and stood up to pull you into a passionate kiss.
Jesse was the first one to speak during that: “Get a room you two.” Only to get hit on the back of his head by his dad. “you are ruining the moment Jesse.” His mom said.
……….
So here you were, in front of the tree, with the “T” the place where everything begun. You were wearing a beautiful white dress may made you, your hair was curled and it was braided to the back of your head with little pink flowers in the braid. The only people to be at the wedding were the Tucks but you didn’t care. Jesse walked you to the aisle, angus started talking, “Well kids, I know it’s not a “real” wedding but it’s the best we are going to get so” Agnus started a story about the two of you and Mae was sobbing through the entire thing. “so Y/F/N, so you want Miles tuck as your husband?” Agnus asked. “Yes, I do.” You answered Angus spoke up again: “Miles Tuck, do you want Y/F/N as your wife?” “Yes I do” Miles said. “You may now kiss the ride.” Agnus spoke. “You don’t need to tell me what to do pa.” Miles said before kissing you. “Welcome to the family Y/N Tuck.” Miles smiled against your lips. You only smiled in response. “And remember once you are a Tuck you’re a Tuck forever.” Angus smiled.
You were so grateful, that you drunk water you didn’t know you shouldn’t drink, that you walked into a random guy in the woods, that that guy liked you just as much as you liked him, that he had the best family ever, and that he was now your husband. Even though you had forever in front of you, with miles a years seemed to pass just as fast as a minute, you never wanted to leave him and you knew you never would.
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