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beananacake · 3 years ago

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Snapshot (Richard Madden x Reader)

Of Family and Puns

(One shot)

Summary: Your story time Twitter thread of how your grandparents thought you were dating Richard Madden becomes viral and you get the chance to meet the man himself.

One shot Summary: You bring Richard to meet your grandparents and he learns where you get your bad puns.

Word Count: 2.5k words

Warnings: Bad puns are back babey! (that's basically it)

A/N: This surprise one-shot is my gift to you guys on my birthday! I would've celebrated by going out to watch Eternals but with circumstances, I'm going to be a bit late in knowing about the movie (which sucks bc I've been waiting for it for years) But anyway, enjoy this bit of lighthearted fluff before the storm that is the final chapter, Part 5. I love you guys! ASK BOX IS ALWAYS OPEN! Reviews, comments, suggestions, requests (and reblogs) are happily welcomed and accepted! Not beta'd, we own our mistakes like real ppl. Enjoy One shot 1!

Disclaimer: We're all only having fun here, right guys? I have no idea if Bodyguard is indeed having a potential second season. That being said, all information posted herein is not intended to be taken seriously. Take it with a grain of salt, if you please.

“Y/N!”

Snow crunched under your booted feet as you ran up to your grandparents and gave them a tight hug. You had missed them, having not been able to book last year’s holidays off from the laboratory and thus not being able to come, but had promised to be back for the next holidays with more presents and a lot more stories. They only wanted two things from you anyway; your presence and the chance to meet the man in the photos you had been sending them. And they were getting both presents this holiday because you were able to bring your boyfriend with you.

Richard was able to book off two weeks of the holidays so he could finally meet your grandparents. It was endearing how he was much more nervous in meeting your grandparents than he was when he met your parents. He took the time to pick out the best gift he could give them even if you had insisted he didn’t have to. He was persistent about it and you relented, telling him he could just give them robes and they would be thankful for it. You didn’t realize your boyfriend would go overboard with it and he bought the softest, warmest, coziest robes you’ve ever touched.

“Y/N! You’ve grown!” Gramps said as he set you down. He was a spry man of seventy, not looking a bit like his age because of all the wood chopping and exercise he had been doing since moving into this quaint elderly village.

“Gramps, you say the same thing every year,” you said and dropped a kiss on his cheek. You kissed your Gran too, smiling at her. “Gran, I can see Gramps’ treating you well,” you teased.

“Oh, stop teasing, Y/N,” your grandmother said good-naturedly before giving you another tight squeeze. She always smelt of peppermint, much more during the holidays because of her love of adding it to her hot drinks.

“Who’s the fella? Where do you think he parked his U-boat?” Your gramps asked as you pulled away.

“Gramps!” You let out, surprised. “Oh, my god! Please be on your best behavior!”

Your grandmother tittered. “Is that your boyfriend? Oh, he’s so handsome!”

Gramps harrumphed, looking at Richard with a set look in his eyes. “It’s not that cold here in Vermont.”

You looked over to your boyfriend, finding him handsome in his white turtleneck, navy slacks and his brown Chelsea boots. He had on a wool coat to stave off the wintry chill of the state. You turned back to your grandfather and gave him a wry look.

“Gramps, we live in Los Angeles. It’s definitely colder here in Vermont.” You pulled back from your grandparents and looked at them sternly. “If you love me, please behave. He’s nervous to meet you.”

Gramps only nodded, still looking at your boyfriend. You smiled gently at them before going back to Richard.

“Ready?” You asked as you intertwined your fingers with his.

He huffed. “Yes.” He nodded. “Ready.”

You kissed his cheek. “Stop acting like you’re going to be slaughtered, love. These are my grandparents.”

“All the more reason for me to be anxious,” he said as he squeezed your hand. “But let’s get on with it. I don’t want them getting the wrong impression of me.”

You smiled. “Okay, Prince Charming. Let’s go.”

Richard’s hands were cold in yours and you knew it wasn’t because of the weather. You had told him before how much your grandparents’ admiration and love meant to you and it somehow bled onto him that he wanted to get their seal of approval in dating you. If it meant him being nit-picked for everything he did, he would gladly take it as long as in the end, they approved him for you. That was how much he loved you.

You smiled at your grandparents as you stopped before them, only now realizing that you were nervous as well. This was Richard, the love of your life, meeting the other loves of your life. You hoped to all that was holy that they got along.

“Gramps, Gran, this is my boyfriend, Richard,” you said with a smile. “Love, my grandparents.”

Your grandmother wasted no time in hugging him, engulfing his tall frame in as much as she could in her small one. “You are as handsome as the photos Y/N had been sending us!”

Richard chuckled graciously, returning your grandmother’s hug. “Thank you, Mrs. L/N.”

“Oh, please,” your gran admonished as she pulled away. “It’s gran to you now as well.” She patted his cheek and smiled softly.

“Gramps? Got anything to say to Richard?” you asked carefully. He had been watching your boyfriend as if gauging him and sizing him up—or down.

Richard took his spot beside you, holding your hand in his and squeezing it. His nerves were contagious.

“Let’s come inside,” was all he said.

When he and gran had gone in ahead of you, you blew out a sigh and turned to Richard. He was looking at you, a bit apprehensive.

“I don’t think your grandfather likes me.”

You squeezed his hand and reached up to dust the smattering of snow from his hair.

“He is my father’s father,” you teased and in a surprising turn of events, he missed the joke in your voice.

He regarded you with a comically stricken look on his face and as much as you wanted to laugh, your heart clenched at the sight of it. He was nervous and you were being unsupportive. Bad Y/N. Bad girlfriend.

“Oh, love. I’m sorry. I was joking.” You went up to your toes and hugged him. “He’s way better than my father, Richard. Really. He’s just playing with you.”

You felt him bury his face on your neck, hugging you close to him. “I just want them to like me for you.”

Oh. Well, you weren’t expecting him to admit that. You only had a hunch as to why he was nervous but you did not think you would end up right.

“And they like you. I know my grandparents, love. Gramps is just trying to lighten the mood.” You pulled away but kept your hands on his arms. “Did you know what he asked me when you went down from the car? He asked me where you parked the U-boat.”

And with that, he chuckled. You loved the sound of his laugh and how his face scrunched when he did so.

“You do know you chose this jumper for me, love.” He took your hand in his and followed you towards the house.

“I know and I feel bad. We should have settled for the navy one since that was also a good look on you.”

You entered your grandparents’ charming old house and smiled at the rush of warm air that met you. There was fire burning in the fireplace directly at the opposite side of the door and the TV mounted on the wall was blaring on a weather forecast. The piano sat on the other end of the living room, your latest photo with Richard at the forefront of the frames that were on top of it. Your sister was helping your grandmother in the kitchen on the left side of the house and your parents were probably somewhere upstairs, changing into something more comfortable other than their thick outer garments and heavy boots. You removed your coat and bonnet, placing it on one of the hooks by the door and removed your boots, opting for one of the house moccasins. You got your boyfriend a pair and helped him out of his coat.

“Y/N, I’m sure your boyfriend can do that himself,” said gramps as he came down the stairs.

“I’m sure you can do it yourself too but you let gran help you,” you countered sweetly.

One point for you, no points for gramps.

You heard your grandmother chuckle from the kitchen and she gave you a little wink. You went over to them, watching from the counter as Y/S/N helped out in preparing the potatoes.

“Your boyfriend can cook?” gramps asked you as he entered the kitchen. He dropped a kiss to your gran’s cheek.

“Yep,” you said, popping the P. “We just had pasta the other day, made pesto sauce from scratch.”

Richard stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He kissed the back of your head. You rubbed at his arm and smiled at them.

“Gramps, can you please check if the water’s boiling?” Your sister asked as she prepared more of the vegetables.

Gramps walked over to the pot of boiling water and made a sign of the cross over it. “R.I.P. boiling water. You will be mist.”

Richard snorted from the back of your head and you held in your laugh. Your Gran only shook her head, definitely used to your Gramps’ corny jokes by now. Gramps, however, turned to the both of you with a raised eyebrow.

“Did you say something?” He specifically asked your boyfriend.

“No, sir.” Richard replied sincerely.

“I heard you say something.”

“I didn’t say anything, sir.”

“You didn’t like the joke?” He took the vegetables from your sister and dumped them in the pot.

“Never said I didn’t, sir.”

You squeezed Richard’s bicep. He kissed the back of your head in return.

“You’re an actor, aren’t you? Anything we’ve ever seen before? Braveheart, maybe?” Gramps looked at the both of you.

“He would have been about seven or eight when they filmed Braveheart, Gramps,” you drawled with a roll of your eyes. “He’s in Bodyguard.”

“The Whitney Houston movie?”

“Not The Bodyguard, Gramps,” your sister piped in from beside him. “Just Bodyguard. It’s on Netflix. I told gran all about it.”

“Oh, yes.” Your Gran looked at all of you with a smile. “He was very good. Are they making a second season?”

“I’m legally not allowed to say things about any of my shows,” Richard said. “But all I can say is I’m flying to and from London with talks for a potential second season, Gran.”

Your grandmother clapped her hands in delight. “Oh, good! Your Gramps won’t admit it but he loves the show. We tried guessing who it was and we still didn’t get it! Good show!”

You patted at your boyfriend’s arm and smiled. “Anything you want to add, Gramps?” You were enjoying baiting your grandfather.

Two points for you. Zero for gramps. This was fun.

“Nothing, nothing.” Your Gramps said. He neared you and he looked a bit distracted. “Although, I did call the tinnitus hotline once…”

You frowned and turned serious. They were getting old and you had been monitoring them from afar. Based from the laboratory results they’ve been sending you, they looked fine and at the pink of health. There shouldn’t have been any reason to call the tinnitus hotline.

“Yes…?” You looked at him worriedly.

“It just kept ringing.”

The snort that came out of Richard (again) was involuntary and it was only then that you realized your Gramps was joking. Gran laughed and clapped, as did your sister.

“Oh, that’s a good one, honey,” Gran said as she wiped a tear from her eye.

“Way to go, Gramps!” Y/S/N exclaimed with a laugh.

You only huffed. “That wasn’t funny, Gramps. I got worried for you for a sec.”

He patted your cheek affectionately. “Loosen up, kid. Even your boyfriend knows how to have fun.”

You pouted. “I know how to have fun,” you said, childish.

“Y/N, I can tell when a person is lying just by looking at them.” He told you in a grave voice. “I can also tell when a person is standing up.”

Your whole body shook and it wasn’t because you were laughing but because Richard was. He leaned his head on your shoulder and laughed, never minding the fact that he was nervous just a few minutes back.

“Gramps!” You stomped your foot. You didn’t enjoy being the butt of the joke. Usually with you two, Y/S/N was your unwilling victim. Oh, how the tables have turned.

“You must be part-Hawaiian. Do you know why? Because you got a quiet Hawaiian laugh. Aloha.”

Your boyfriend clutched you again, laughing harder. “A low—A low—A low ha—” He wheezed out the last syllable as he chortled.

Y/N: Two. Gramps: Two thousand. You’re on the losing end, loser.

You crossed your arms. Your boyfriend was clutching on you for his dear life, laughing like he inhaled a ton of laughing gas while you were unamused. You wanted to be in on the fun, not be the fun.

“C’mon, love. That was a funny joke,” Richard said once he recovered. He placed a kiss on your clothed shoulder and looked at your Gramps. “It was a good joke, sir.”

Gramps waved a hand away. “Call me Gramps. You’ve earned it.”

Christmas eve dinner went by without any problem. You have all told stories about the past year, you more so since you had one of the biggest changes in almost everything in your life, and everyone listened intently to you. Your grandparents were verbal about them being proud of you that you almost wept. You loved them so much and hearing their validation was like a balm to your soul. You also told them the truth about how you and Richard came to be together, starting from your accidentally sending them an edited photo of you and him, instead of the one with Jason.

“That Jason fella won’t survive in this family,” Gramps had said. “Richard would. He survived my puns.”

“Only because Y/N told me a pun on our first date, Gramps,” your boyfriend had replied as he refilled the potatoes on your plate.

You then ended up telling them that you had finally moved in with Richard. You remembered hearing them tell people that moving in with other people, especially when unmarried, is taboo but it didn’t seem like it mattered to them. They want you to be finally be happy, you thought to yourself.

The night wore on with more stories and bad puns. You finally had an input (What do you call a boomerang that doesn’t come back? A stick.) and you were pretty sure you were still the butt of the joke because no one laughed even if it was absolutely funny. They laughed at your boyfriend’s bad one (How can you tell a male ant from a female ant? If it sinks, it’s a girl ant. If it floats, it’s buoyant.) like it was the funniest thing in the world. Although you had to admit to yourself, it was a pretty good joke.

But it was what your grandfather had told Richard that made your Christmas. As everyone was readying for bed, you saw them talk in the hallway and listened to their quiet voices. You didn’t catch everything they said but you remembered the only that mattered the most.

Gramps had shaken Richard’s hand before pulling him into a hug, telling him in the most tender of voices you’ve ever heard him speak.

“Welcome to the family, kid.”

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starryevermore · 3 years ago

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How does Reader react when the soccer moms start dissing Ari? I feel she is so protective

meeting adjourned

let’s ride ✧ a biker!ari levinson series | ao3

pairing: biker!ari levinson x single mom!reader

word count: 1,017

warnings: council of moms being bitches about ari, pet names (sweetpea/baby/pretty boy)

note: ooh okay, so we'll see this happen in at least one of the chapters of let's ride that have yet to be released, but it's definitely something that keeps happening. so, for this, this takes place after ari and sweetpea get together, specifically after they get engaged.

The Council of Moms made you want to bash your head in a fucking wall. They were so picky about every. single. thing. You often wondered if they were ever happy, why they were leading the lives they were if it made them so miserable. Well, actually, no, you knew of at least one thing that made them happy: Bringing misery to other people.

The new soccer season had just begun, and you were having to subject yourself to time with them once more. At least this time, though, you wouldn't have to fend for yourself when Jefferson wasn't around. Ari had committed himself to come to every practice with you, unless circumstances absolutely forced him to be elsewhere. But, for now, you were by yourself. The coach had yet to arrive, and Liam had pulled Ari away to play with while they waited.

So, you stood off to the side, watching them, praying that the Council of Moms wouldn't notice you.

Luck wasn't on your side.

"Oh. My. God," Charissa said in what could only be described as the most perfect Janice from Friends impression you've ever heard in your entire life. "Is that what I think it is?"

For a moment, you didn't think she was talking to you. After all, why would she be? The moms had practically left you alone since Liam's birthday all those months ago. So, why would she be talking to you now?

But then, someone was grabbing at your hand. You jumped back, wrenching your hand away. "The hell do you think you're doing?"

"I just wanted to look at your ring," Charissa said, rolling her eyes.

"And you couldn't have asked?" you asked. "Guess that's where your kid gets his bad attitude from."

Sherri jumped in, stepping in front of Charissa. "So, what's that ring for?"

"It's on my left ring finger. Take a guess."

Sheana's eyes went wide. "No way. You didn't get engaged!"

And you had. It was the sweetest thing. Ari had surprised you on your anniversary. He’d taken you out to the park, under a pretty gazebo you and him would always danced under. He’d brought you there blindfolded, and when he removed it, he revealed Liam waiting for you. And Ari had knelt in front of Liam, asking him if it was okay that he asked you to marry him, that he didn't want to do anything that would've hurt Liam's feelings. And Liam, sweet Liam said he’d been waiting for this. Ari barely had time to double check before Liam was hugging him, saying that he would absolutely love it if Ari married you. Then, when Liam pulled away, Ari got on one knee, presented you with a pretty ring in a pretty velvet box, and asked you the one question you'd been dying to hear.

"I did."

"To Ari?" Phyllis said. "Hmph. It's not a great ring, but I suppose it's the best he could do. But as long as it makes you happy—"

"You're not really in the position to be judging people's jewelry."

"I'm just saying—"

"I don't care. We're not friends. And, even if we were, there's some shit you should keep your mouth shut about."

Silence lulled over them, and for a fleeting moment, you thought they'd leave you alone. Until—

"Ugh, you could do so much better than...him" Terra said, her nose wrinkling as she looked over to Ari who was kicking a soccer ball back and forth with Liam as they waited for the coach to arrive so practice could begin.

"Are you fucking serious?"

"You shouldn't swear around—"

"I don't give a shit. Are you really talking shit about Ari? When everyone knows that your husband's sleeping with his secretary?" you asked. "Sweep your own fucking porch before you start talking about other's."

"He's just so—"

"Oh my god, I don't care what you think about Ari! You've made it perfectly fucking clear you don't like him! But guess what? You're not the one dating him! And I'm fucking glad you're not. He is the sweetest man I have ever met. He is kind, he is caring. He helps take of Liam, treats him like Liam's his own flesh and blood. He's sweet and devoting and makes me feel like a goddamn princess. And all of that is better than anything you deserve, you fucking witch!"

"I don't treat you like a princess."

You whipped around, seeing Ari standing behind you. "What?"

"I treat you like a queen." He looked over to the Council of Moms. "And I ain't gonna stand for anyone tryin' to make my queen feel like shit. You'll go on and bother someone else, before we have an issue. Right?"

They all looked like they wanted to push further, but the longer Ari glared at them, the faster they were to back away. When they were finally gone, you wound your arms around Ari's waist, burying your face in his chest.

"Thank god you showed up when you did. I was gonna fuckin' claw their eyes out or something."

He laughed. "Not gonna lie, sweetpea, I'd pay good money to see that."

"I just hate the way they talk about you. They got no right to. They don't even know you, don't even try to know you."

"And I don't want 'em to. If they're gonna act like that, they don't get to be anywhere close to my good side."

"Cause your good side's reserved for me, ain't it?"

"Damn right it is."

You pulled away, leaning up to brush your lips against his. "I love you so much, baby."

"And I love you, sweetpea," he mumbled against your lips. "Can't fuckin' way for you to be Mrs. Levinson. Can't wait for our family to be official."

"I'm so glad I met you. I dunno what I'd do without you."

"You don't know what you'd...Sweetpea, I know I'd be a goddamn mess without you. If anyone's lucky, it's me. And I'm gonna spend every day of the rest of my life showin' you just how much I love you."

"Yeah? That a promise?"

"You know it is."

"Hmm, then I suppose you better get busy, pretty boy."

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pynkhues · 3 years ago

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the new episode and your young roys fic really has me thinking abt how much kendall probably loved his birthdays as a kid? like i don’t see logan or caroline taking time off but connor would come home for the weekend and stewy is always over anyways and it sorta just becomes a thing every year. maybe roman blows out the candles on kendall’s cake but it’s fine bc he’s the one who knew what bakery to order from and maybe stewy pushes roman into the pool right after bc its ken’s day, jesus ro-ro, and maybe shiv crosses her arms and comments that kendall is getting a bit too old for this but smiles to herself when he picks her present first to open

Oh god, yes, anon!! I love your headcanons so much! The idea of it being this kind of awkward, kind of quiet thing really underpinned by the siblings doing what they do best - being awful, but being there - and Stewy being a true BFF by taking out Kendall's baby siblings is seriously too much for me to bear (which might be why it took me so long to answer this ask – I'm so sorry! It got swallowed up in my inbox somehow).

I'm kind of fascinated by the concept of the Roy kids' birthdays generally, because I think growing up, it would've been the sort of event that was always preceded by so much hype and excitement (after all – being one of four kids, a day just for you is always going to be pretty special, even for kids like the Roy's who want for nothing materially). I agree with you too that Logan wouldn't take time off for it, but I feel like he'd be stoking the excitement in the lead up – this sort of performative fatherhood which was mostly about him being the man Noah wasn't, and a way of showcasing his own success, maybe even to Ewan, who would never let his daughter, Marion have lavish birthday parties of her own.

And you know that the spotlight on it from him would be enough to build up false expectations in all of the kids, but especially the golden trio. They'd be so sure that this year, this birthday would be different, that Dad would be there and everything would be perfect and Connor would keep reminding Kendall and Roman and Shiv that Dad was a busy guy, but they wouldn't hear him until their birthdays rolled around and they were surrounded by presents and staff and no Dad which their mother couldn't stop making snide comments about if she was even there at all.

But still, they were there – the four of them – and they wouldn't be kind about it, wouldn't comfort each other so much as make fun of the other for thinking Dad would ever show up at all, but underneath it all is a sort of relief and solidarity, because god, at least here, again, they're the same. Dad doesn't love any of them as much as he loves work, and weirdly, it puts them on this equal footing, so even if every birthday ends in tears, it's also often the closest they ever are. A day when none of them are golden enough for their father, and they get to be the unfavourite together, ripping into each other's presents and smushing cake in each other's faces, and though none of them will ever have the words to say it, they'll all love their birthdays because it reminds them that whatever they are, wherever they are, they're there together.

#will i ever stop daydreaming about baby roy sibs?#popular opinion says no #i love them a lot okay #absolute nightmare babies #never forgotten but never remembered either #roy siblings #kendall roy #roman roy #shiv roy #connor roy #logan roy #succession 3.07 #hbo succession #succession headcanons #welcome to my ama

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donutloverxo · 4 years ago

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My moon and stars

**not my gif**

Please note that my work is not to be reposted or published anywhere other than my Tumblr or AO3 account without my permission. Reblogs are most welcome though!

Note - this is for @our-marvel-universe's birthday! I'm so sorry I'm late and that I'm bad at summaries.

Divider by @writeyourmindaway

Date posted - 26-08-20/Wed

Summary - Steve swoops in and saves your birthday with some stargazing and confessions.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 1386

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You groaned as another person bumped into you, spilling a good amount of their drink on you. They didn't even bother apologizing, probably thinking that you're just a nobody, even though this was your party.

You had never had a huge birthday bash before or tons of presents, you were so naively excited when Tony told you he was throwing you one and inviting the whole city. You felt for some reason, they're here because they care for you or the super hero work you do everyday.

You couldn't be more wrong. Most of them didn't even know you. Your own family and friends, other than the Avengers had failed to show up. Now you could only look at the crowd of people and shake your head in disappointed.

Resisting the urge to punch Tony in his stupid face when he so smugly asked, 'You like the party?'

You would've, despite everything, but he wasn't here. He was gone on some stupid mission. Not that you cared that much. He wasn't yours, he didn't need to wish you a happy birthday or attend your party. You still couldn't help but hold out hope that you'd both stop dancing around each other.

No longer interested in the party where even the people you knew were completely drunk you made your way over to your favorite part of the compound.

You held on to your jacket a little tighter as you shivered, the wind messing up your fancy hairstyle. You looked up at the sky to see so many twinkling stars and beautiful colors, something you don't get in cities. You wouldn't trade this view for anything.

You instantly became alert when you heard someone stand behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see the man of your dreams, your captain, someone you had a hopeless schoolgirl crush on.

"Hey." Was all he said giving you a pathetic wave as you huffed.

Folding your hands over your chest you asked "Where were you? You didn't even tell me you were leaving. Not - not that I'd care why would I?" You stammered as you feared you had just accidentally revealed your deepest secret. "You're not that important Steve!" You yelled in an effort to backtrack.

He furrowed his brows before giving you a stupidly handsome smile, "I'm so sorry doll. But I'm here now. Tell me how I can make it up to you."

"Whatever. It doesn't matter." You said dejectedly as you turned around to lean against the railing and continue your stargazing.

"I just knew you'd be here when I didn't see you at the party.” He mumbled under his breath as he stood next to you. You could see him staring at you through your peripheral vision. “What’s wrong kid?”

You winced at the nickname. That’s what he thought of you, that’s all you’ll ever be to him. A Kid. Over the months, you had tried your best to act like an adult, taking some tips from Maria and Nat, to be cool and non-chalant, you doubted he’ll ever change his mind and think of you as a woman or a possible romantic partner.

You shook your head which only made him probe further. “Doll. You’re sulking on your own birthday. You can talk to me.” He assured you putting his hand over yours.

The warmth of his palms and his finger drawing patterns on the back of your hand felt so familiar and comfortable. You tried looked for his sparkly blue eyes best you could in the dark, his pupils blown wide.

“I used to think... I know this is childish but I thought - I don’t know people appreciated me putting my life on the line everyday. And that’s not why I do it obviously.” You had to clarify. You could pretend to hate him but you never wanted him to have a low opinion of you. “It’s just sad that no one sees the work that I do while you’re all so well known and beloved. It’s sucks to be a female avenger I guess” You shrugged.

He gave you an understanding smile and walked a step closer to you as you tried to calm your heartbeat. “I understand. It’s not childish. You deserve to be appreciated. And I can think of at least a couple hundred people who’re thankful to you. All the lives you’ve saved. You make the world a better place.”

“I don’t know how true that is.”

“Well you make my world better just by being here.” He argued.

“Steve,” You shook your head, “You can’t just say things like that! I’m not – it gives me false hope.”

“False hope?” He repeated cocking his head to the side. “I only ever speak the truth sweetheart. In fact I think it’s time for your gift.” He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to you.

You frowned as you tried to read the paper in the low lightening. “Oh... Steve.. you named a star after me?” You looked up at him to see him sheepishly scratch his neck. “That’s so romantic.” You sighed dreamily holding the document close to you.

“I asked around and Bruce told me I could do that. I could even get you a piece of moon but this felt more appropriate. I know how much you love stars.”

He rambled on about the whole process and how his assistant helped him, hoping you wouldn’t see notice how red he was. His gift wasn’t completely selfless. He had an objective, to make you his forever and ever. But he was too scared to ruin the relationship you two did have and lose a precious friend.

Bucky’s words echoed in his head ‘Real men can admit their feelings.’

He cleared his throat “I was hoping –“ he was cut off by your cool lips pressing against his, stealing his breath away. His hands naturally went to your waist to pull you closer to him, his taut body craving the warmth of your soft one.

You pulled away after a beat and blinked up at him. “Oh god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think I thought...”

“No no I liked it. In fact I was hoping to do that.” His fingers traced the outline of your lips.

“Good.” You nodded not sure of what to say next. But it felt better to just not say anything at all and look back up at the beautiful sky in comfortable silence.

Until the whole team decided to ambush you from, you heard Clint and a drunk Tony sneaking up on you, they really weren’t as sneaky as they thought but you still humored them by acting surprised.

“What the hell girrrl? We’ve been looking everywhere for you. But then I was like we can just ask FRIDAY! So we did.” Tony grinned proudly as his words slurred.

You took the beer bottle away from him “Yeah I’m going to cut you off now.”

“What were you doing here though?” Clint asked and you said something about needing air.

Steve couldn’t help but stare at you as you talked to the rest of the team. Feeling a bit of jealousy and even frustration that they all had to interrupt the precious moment you both shared.

“Did you do it punk?” Bucky asked slapping a hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

“Uh yeah. I mean I didn’t – she did.” He replied lowly so no one else could find out just yet.

“Of course she did.” Steve frowned as his oldest friend clutched his stomach, laughing loudly at him. “After all these years you still haven’t changed.” He shook his head and all Steve could do was smile. “I’m happy for you.” He said and meant it, so proud of his friend.

When Steve was finally able to get you alone, glad that your mood had gotten considerably better, you even seemed to be a bit buzzed from the booze.

“You were right Steve.” You said holding onto his arm treating him like your own personal heater as the night got cooler. “Everyone who matters to me does appreciate me. Especially you.” You leaned up on your tippy toes to peck his lips before scurrying off to tell everyone about the star named after you.

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mistaeq · 4 years ago

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Kakyoin Noriaki: Birthday Boy HCs

TW // none

Something special for cherry boy's birthday! Let me point out that these headcanons take place after part 3. Yes. My birthday present for Noriaki is writing of him ALIVE. Because we deserved it.

Kakyoin Noriaki being the best birthday boy Headcanons, neutral!s/o

WORD COUNT: 1.44k

He hasn't celebrated many birthdays of his, so the boy isn't really used to what you usually do during a birthday.

Noriaki spent almost all of his birthdays alone with Hierophant Green, along with his family, because of a sad lack of friends.

When he learns you want to actually spend his birthday with him, Kakyoin's on cloud nine, he couldn't imagine you could care for him so much.

You do your best to make sure his day is happy and full of good things happening to him the whole time. He's so excited at the thought, he looks like a baby.

When you knock at his door at morning, two gifts in your arms, he's already eager to open them, and puppy eyes you when you tell him that the best part and the gifts, too, are for the night.

Just the day before, you told him he would have to dress up and get ready, because you would have brought him in a place that could be defined as a paradise, for him. You could tell from the look in his eyes that he just couldn't wait anymore.

"Since I have no driving license and you can't drive because you're the birthday boy, we'll just get there with a bus. It's a little less elegant than I would have wanted, but we have what we have."

He smiled for the whole time on the bus. Noriaki genuinely didn't care whether you were on a bus or on a limousine, you were already offering a beautiful birthday, and that was enough.

You held on his arm for the whole time on the bus because of the ridiculous and huge amount of people on that vehicle. He was the only thing you could hold on. He blushed a lot.

After you got off the bus you kept holding on his arm.

"How are you still wearing that uniform, Noriaki... it's the 28th of fucking July..."

"It's stylish, y/n. And it's green."

You brought him inside a huge, new, videogame store. It was a part of the city he really didn't visit much, so he had no idea. But now he would have wanted to hang out there more often.

As you were still holding on his arm, he was carrying you around the store like a horse would pull a chariot, and you could just lovingly admire his red cheeks and wide eyes happily exploring the store with his gaze.

After he finally found a new videogame he had been thinking about buying for days, you just quickly took it from his hands and rushed to the cash desk, so that you could pay it for him as a third gift without him knowing how much you had paid for it.

You could tell he was happy, when as soon as you arrived back at his home and you offered to play it with him. You always declined, when he asked you to play with him, but now you wanted to try, for him.

You sat on his lap the whole time, his hands on yours guiding you on how to use the game controller.

When it was finally afternoon, you pulled out of the bag you brought with you some ingredients for something that looked like a birthday cake.

"Hope you at least have the basic stuff like sugar and whipped cream, Noriaki, because I couldn't bring anything more with me."

When he understood you were gonna make a cake, his eyes widened like a cat that's just seen something it likes.

No, unfortunately you didn't play with ingredients as it would happen often, the whole process was kinda successful, but you found the occasion to feed Kakyoin a cherry.

After dinner and before you ate the cake, Noriaki called Jotaro, to tell him about the beautiful day you organized for his birthday.

He wanted you to sing Happy Birthday for him because nobody had ever done that before. He clapped a little before blowing on his birthday candles. He's too special for this world.

While you were trying the result of your intense afternoon of baking, he fed you a cherry, too.

He finally opened the gifts you had brought that morning, but before, he changed his uniform to a comfy, green, elephant patterned pajamas. The cutest thing ever.

The first present, is a large, cream colored scarf. You knew it was a little out of season, since it's July, but you always heard him complaining about the fact that he absolutely wanted that scarf, and you couldn't wait anymore.

Polnareff had bought him the same scarf so when Noriaki told Jean about the gifts you gave him, the french boi had to change his one afterwards.

BONUS SCENE

"You still have the last one..." as you pushed the box towards Kakyoin, your heart started to beat a lot faster. You really hoped he would have enjoyed your surprise, or you would probably have ruined a beautiful day.

You were sitting on the sofa, your legs crossed, one in front of the other, the gift in the middle. He happily untied the bow on top of it, and opened the lid. Another box was in it. Noriaki's gaze flew to yours, giggling. "You didn't." he laughed, opening the second box to reveal a third box.

"Oh my god you did." he playfully pretended to be pissed. "How many boxes are there, come on?" He was so cute, while he was opening the third, fourth and fifth box. He was down to play this mess with you.

"Long, long is the road to Egypt..." you teased him, watching him sarcastically smirk, untying the nth bow. He huffed, quietly giggling.

"I swear to God y/n, if after all of this in the last box there's nothing..." he clenched his teeth, trying to untie a knot too tight. You were sure about this now. You liked him so much, you could tell that you loved him.

"Who knows?" you teased again, laughing and trying to hide the way your heart was pounding in your chest. "What are you gonna do if in the last box there's nothing, Noriaki?" were you provoking him? He looked at you for a couple of seconds, a giggle lingering on his lips, before keeping on opening boxes.

"Think I got to the last one..." probably. Because it wasn't a box anymore. It was just a small, really small, packaging. Kakyoin curiously looked for a way to open it, and let whatever was inside slip on his hand. "What's this... a..." he laughed. "A cherry chapstick?" your heart was going faster than Lightning McQueen.

"This... this is cute, y/n, but... I don't really use chaps-"

"I know." you said, taking it from his hand, his jaw falling as you were the one putting the cherry chapstick on. "I just wanted to make your last present a little more... enjoyable, for you." you heart was now in your throat.

"Wha-"

He was cut off by cherry flavored soft lips on his. It took a bit for him to understand that the gift wasn't the cherry chapstick. But your kiss. Without any doubt, a great gift. As soon as he fully understood what was going on, Noriaki melted in your kiss, wrapping his arms around you.

You felt your heart slow down, now knowing that Kakyoin actually liked you back. Little did you know that he had liked you since the trip to Cairo with the Crusaders, and that it evolved to love afterwards. And it was starting to sting, not knowing whether you loved him back or not.

When you parted from your kiss, it was just because you needed air. Otherwise you would've happily continued. "You've been driving me crazy, you know?"

"Mh?" you asked him, after his words.

"I've loved you for an embarrassing amount of time." hearing that, you smiled and held him closer. "And if today this hadn't happened, I would have been so ready to plan on confessing, y/n. Like tomorrow. I just needed to get that off my chest."

"You?" you booped his nose with yours. "Confessing to me?" you imagined it all, and thought that it would have been worth it to wait. But you couldn't turn back time, it already happened, now. "Sounds good."

After a second, you started to feel your bodies oddly warm, as if something was holding you in a loving embrace. It took you going to check in every room, just to find your stand and Hierophant Green cuddling together.

No doubts. A perfect birthday, for a perfect birthday boy(friend).

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo x reader #jojo headcanons #jojo part three #stardust crusaders #noriaki kakyoin #kakyoin x reader

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roguerogerss · 5 years ago

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Sorry is a Sorry Word

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Plot: Steve fucked up - bad. He doesn’t really know how, or if, he should say sorry, until Dustin gives him a pep talk.

W/C: 3.1k

A/N: Just now realising how long this is oops, sorry. My first Stranger Things fic! Finally. (watch this flop so hard lmao) Remember to like and reblog if you enjoy! It really helps me out. As always, requests are open and any and all feedback is appreciated <3

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"Dustin, Please, just leave me alone." She lay back on her bed, tears streaming down her face and hair amiss from where she'd run her fingers through it. "I'm fine, I just...give me some time."

"But, we tell eachother everything." Her little brother sounded so small and defeated that it almost broke her heart in two. She could hear him leaning his back against the door, the back of his head thumping dully against the wood a second later. "I feel like we're drifting apart. You don't talk to me anymore."

"Dustin-"

"No, it's okay. Don't worry." Dustin cleared the remnants of his upset from his throat, "We can talk later. I get that you need time."

And with that, he'd left. She could hear his muffled footsteps on the carpeted floor of the hallway, walking away from her bedroom and back to his own. She knew that she wanted to talk to him and vent about all of the happenings of the day, but she couldn't bring herself to let her walls down in front of anyone about her current situation just yet.

It was Steve. And it was bad.

They'd been together for a year and ten months. He'd been there for her through thick and thin. Whenever their mom went MIA, something that happened more often than not, during the days and weeks and months that Y/N was left to take care of her thirteen year old brother on her own with no notice whatsoever, Steve was there. And he'd take Dustin out to the cinema, give him free ice cream, play Dungeons and Dragons with him and his friends - even though Steve had no idea how to play Dungeons and Dragons. He'd sleep over, make her feel like she wasn't alone. It filled her with pride to see him taking Dustin under his wing, more like a dad than even an older brother.

When they lost Hopper, who'd become more of a parental figure than she and Dustin's mom was to her, he was standing by her side at the funeral, hand grasping her own smaller one with force and squeezing it every so often, just to remind her that he was there. He was there after the funeral, too, when they went to the cabin and went through Hopper's things. He was there when she found the birthday present that Hopper had bought for her, a necklace with, 'you're pretty cool, kid', engraved on it. Hopper's way of saying that he loved her. It came with a letter, one that she cried so hard while reading that she couldn't see the words on the page.

The point was, that Steve had been there through everything. And now that they'd had a huge argument over - of all things - Nancy Wheeler, she was unsure of whether or not she'd have Steve to lean on anymore.

It wasn't so much a stupid argument as it was a stupid mistake on Steve's end. He even admitted to himself that what he'd done was more than a dick move. Tina was having a party, a big one, for old time's sake. Y/N wasn't invited, having been socially considered as 'uncool' while in High School, while Steve was invited. He said that it wasn't a big deal, it didn't matter, he wouldn't go.

Except that it was a big deal, it did matter, and, well, he did go.

He'd gotten really drunk, so drunk, in fact, that he had no recollection of the night at all and managed to stumble to Y/N's front door at five in the morning.

He'd told her that he went to the party, that he was sorry. She'd been mad, but she was so tired that she said she'd deal with it in the morning and told Steve to sleep it off on the sofa. Before going to sleep, however, Steve had told Y/N that he 'thought he might've kissed Nancy' that night.

They'd argued about it the next day. She'd dropped him off at home, neither of them speaking at all in the car, and they'd screamed at eachother in Steve's living room. Little did either of them know, Steve hadn't actually kissed Nancy, he was just so drunk that he made himself believe that he had. And then, Y/N told Steve that they were done, and he'd said 'fine', and she'd left and cried in her car for an hour.

And now, she was here. Crying on her bed, little brother probably thinking that one of her friends had died or something.

She hated herself for blowing up and flying off the handle and literally breaking up with Steve. Steve, on the other hand, hated himself for even going to the party, hated himself for - possibly - kissing Nancy, hated himself for going to Y/N's front door and waking her up so early in the morning.

In the grand scheme of things, Steve Harrington had been an asshole. And he was all too aware of it.

It had been around half an hour since she got home when Dustin knocked on the door again. This time, she'd managed to calm down enough to allow him to come inside. She looked horrifying, hair messed up, tear stained face, cuddling a pillow and wearing one of Steve's shirts, but Dustin was her brother, he had no right to judge her.

The door swung open slowly, and Dustin was there, grinning and holding two pints of ice cream, spoons, and some movies. "Thought we could put a movie on and eat. And you can tell me about your problems and I promise I'll listen."

"Is the ice cream cookie dough?" Y/N asked, sniffling, and a watery smile crossed her face. Dustin laughed, happy to see his sister perking up at least a little bit, even if it was over ice cream, and turned the carton to reveal to her that it was, in fact, cookie dough.

"Only the best." He tossed one of the cartons and a spoon at her, and turned on the TV set that sat across from her bed. "Besides, I know it's the only one you'll eat when you're sad."

"You know me entirely too well." She hugged her knees to her chest and dug into her ice cream, relishing in the taste of it for a second, "Oh my God, I haven't had this in so long. And the Scoops cookie dough is so bad."

"Right? I know Steve thinks it's the best, but he is so wrong." Little did Dustin know, one mention of his name would make Y/N's meltdown begin all over again. Soon enough, she was crying hot tears into her ice cream, and she allowed Dustin to lay his head on her shoulder while she explained everything.

"Okay, I have to go somewhere." Dustin knew what he had to do, and Y/N's eyebrows furrowed as he got swiftly up from her bed. "I'll be like, maybe half an hour. But you can eat my ice cream if it starts to melt."

"Dustin! Don't leave me!"

"Watch the movie!"

And then he was gone, and she was by herself, with only some ice cream and E.T. to keep her company.

Meanwhile, Dustin had found Steve at work. He was insanely hungover - although, the headache and sickness had gone away thanks to Robin and her Tylenol, but the tiredness still remained - and reminded Dustin faintly of a particular zombie in Day of the Dead when he walked into Family Video to find him leaning on the counter. The grim look on his face wasn't so much because of the hangover, though, it was more to do with the fact that he and his girlfriend of nearly two years had broken up half an hour ago, and he'd been forced to go to work.

"If you're here to talk to Steve, I wouldn't. He nearly punched me when I asked him if he wanted Tylenol. And I'm a girl." Robin stopped Dustin at the front door, a serious look on her face, but he shrugged her off.

"It's fine. He won't do anything. Besides, I know what this whole thing's about. That's why I'm here." He tried to walk off again, but Robin grabbed his upper arm, tugging him back and making him elaborate.

"Is it Y/N? I think there was a fight between them or something. He’s never looked this rough.” Robin looked concerned, and she was. She’d never seen Steve so upset before. “He was crying when he came in.” She added.

Dustin shrugged, “Yeah, I’m gonna talk to him. He’ll be fine tomorrow.” He decided not to give Robin any more information on the situation in case Y/N or Steve would've gotten mad at him for it.

"Henderson, hey." Steve said quietly when he noticed that Dustin had entered the store. He looked like he'd been crying, and Robin was definitely right when she said he’d never looked rougher. "If you're here to hang out-"

"I'm not here to hang out, Steve. We have to talk." Dustin crossed his arms sternly over his chest, raising his eyebrows and nodding his head in the direction of the store room. Steve grumbled and complied, unlocking the door and ushering Dustin inside.

"You have to apologise."

"Apologise? Apologise for - what exactly are we talking about?" Steve rubbed a hand exhaustedly over his face, leaning against a sealed box of movies that he was supposed to have put away by now.

"You know what for, Steve. Y/N. You hurt her. Like, really badly. I don't think I've ever seen her so upset." Steve already wanted Dustin to stop, but he continued, really wanting him to get the message of just how hurt his sister was. "She cried in her room for half an hour before she even let me talk to her, and now she's at home by herself, probably crying some more because you went to a stupid party. I mean, seriously man, couldn't you just have stayed home? What was so important about it?"

Steve threw his head back and hid his face with his hands, wanting the floor to open up and swallow him whole. He knew that he'd been a dick, he knew that he'd hurt her, but, Jesus, knowing the details made his heart flip in his chest and his stomach hurt. He hated seeing Y/N upset at the best of times, nevermind when it was his fault.

"Yeah. Yeah, I should've just left it. Jeez, Dustin, I'm such an asshole."

"Yes. An asshole, you are. And what was that other shit? About you kissing Nancy?"

"I didn't kiss Nancy, okay? My drunk mind just kinda...made me believe that I did. I called her today just to confirm." Steve swallowed, suddenly having the nausea of his hangover coming back to him.

"Does Y/N know that?" Dustin had his arms crossed, back against the wall, looking unimpressed as Steve shook his head. "Seriously man? Don't you think that the first thing you should've done after finding out that you didn't actually cheat on your girlfriend, was tell your girlfriend that you didn't actually cheat on her?"

"My head's all over the place, Henderson. Cut me some slack, okay?"

"You have to come say sorry, you know that, right?"

"I will. I will, I promise. I finish in an hour, why don't you go home, I'll buy some flowers, take a shower and get changed, and I'll come chap on your door like none of this even happened." Steve had suddenly perked up, gesturing with his arms and almost getting excited to initiate his plan.

"Yeah. Sure. But it better be good, Harrington. You better make her happy."

Steve didn't even have time to respond before Dustin was running off, getting on his bike, and cycling back home to his sister. He promised himself internally that he'd do all it took to make her happy.

Y/N had finished her ice cream and Dustin's had started to melt by the time he got home. She hadn't cried any more, had been too focussed on the movie, and Dustin was relieved to see her laughing at something on the screen when he entered her bedroom.

"Hey." She smiled. "Your ice cream's melting, you'd better eat it."

Dustin smiled and bellyflopped onto her bed, sending her into a fit of laughter. They both laughed so hard, in fact, that they barely heard the doorbell ring, and Dustin almost got up to go and get it.

He stopped himself though, not wanting Steve to call him an idiot or something along those lines. "You should go. I have to eat my ice cream before it melts." He said sheepishly, sitting back down from where he'd jumped up. Y/N rolled her eyes and threw the pillow that she was holding at Dustin's face.

"Alright, make your sad sister get the door because you have to eat ice cream." She stood up even as she spoke, knowing that Dustin wasn't going to budge. "Nice one, asshole."

Y/N had left her bedroom before Dustin could retaliate, bounding down the stairs and realising that, if anyone saw her the way that she looked now, they'd probably never respect her again. The doorbell went again, and she sighed quietly at the lack of patience from whoever was on the other side.

She - stupidly - didn't even bother to look out of the window that stood next to the door to check who it was before opening it, and nearly closed it again when she realised who was standing there.

"Hey, woah, don't close the door yet!" It was Steve, his eyes widened from the possibility that he'd come all the way to her house so that she could slam the door in his face, holding white lilies and a box of chocolates, which was - in Y/N's opinion - the cheesiest apology ever. "Just...listen? For like, a minute."

She slowly let her hand slide off of the door knob, watching as Steve relaxed a significant amount even from seeing her do that. "A minute." She crossed her arms over her chest, chewing her cheek. "You have a minute."

"Okay, uh, yeah, okay." Steve began his rambling. "Listen, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I know I shouldn't have gone to that party, I know I shouldn't have gotten so drunk that I managed to convince myself that I kissed Nancy. Did I already say that I didn't actually kiss Nancy? I called her, and she said we didn't even speak. Bottom line is, I'm an asshole. I know that, and I hate myself for hurting you. Dustin told me how upset you were and I...I couldn't even comprehend the fact that I did that."

He paused, looking down at his feet and waiting for Y/N to say something. Something that didn't come, she simply stood, looking at and biting her fingernails, trying to figure out whether or not she should give in and forgive him or not, so he stopped waiting and spoke some more.

"I'm sorry. I love you. I love you so much. And I know that I fucked up, and I don't expect you to forgive me-"

"Steve." Y/N stopped him. He looked up at her, expecting that she'd look upset or annoyed, but she was smiling and shaking her head. "Come here."

"Seriously?" He already wished he hadn't said what he did before he'd even finished speaking. Seriously? What kind of thing to say was that? "I mean, you know-"

She was already hugging him before he could finish speaking. She knew that he'd ramble on for hours if he could, but she also knew that she already forgave him and didn't need to listen to his rambling. "It's okay. I forgive you."

"Oh, thank God. I thought I'd lost you, really, I did." He sighed into her hair, realising that he was probably ruining the bouquet of flowers with the way that he was crushing them against her back.

"Well, you were an asshole. You had every right to think you'd lost me." Steve had always loved her subtle sassiness, it was a habit that she often fell into unknowingly, but it made him chuckle.

"Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I was an asshole."

She let go of him, finally, and stood back. He was wearing his light blue jeans, a black t-shirt and belt, with a blue jacket. It was an outfit that she'd seen him in before, quite a few times, but he never failed to look good in it anyway. His hair was slightly amiss, as though he'd gotten ready as quickly as he could - which was true, but she didn't know that for sure - but it still had his Steve 'the hair' Harrington charm.

"So, can I come in, or are you just gonna stand there and mock me?" He grinned and she stood to the side, allowing him to join her in the hallway. He went straight for the kitchen, taking out a vase and filling it up with water, then placing the flowers in it and leaving it on the kitchen counter.

"I didn't say you could-" She was trying to joke with him, but he didn't seem to care much, as he cut her off by dipping his head towards hers and kissing her passionately. He hated to admit it, probably something to do with the small part of his King Steve persona that he still carried around with him, but he'd missed her, and it had only been a few hours.

"Woah, easy tiger." Y/N laughed, pulling away when Steve's hands started to travel downwards. "We haven't even properly spoken yet."

"Yeah. Sorry." Steve said sheepishly. He pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans and smiled down at the floor. "Do you wanna talk?"

She shrugged. "Not particularly."

"So, really, it's okay for me to do this," He closed the gap between them again, beaming at her while he searched her face for any sign of disapproval and admired the little flecks of contrasting colours that danced in her eyes. And then he kissed her again, lips soft against her own, gentle - something that wasn't widely believed, Steve Harrington was actually one of the most gentle people that Y/N had ever met.

"Well, yeah." She grinned, breathless. "But I'm sort of in the middle of watching a movie, wanna join?"

And so they spent the rest of the day, wrapped in the blankets on Y/N's bed and Y/N wrapped in Steve's arms, watching movies that Dustin fished out from the cabinet under the TV that Y/N didn't even know that they had.

She had to say, Steve's apologies were often cheesy and terrible, but this one wasn’t so bad as it was enjoyable.

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things x reader #dustin henderson #billy hargrove #new writers corner #rogue writes #rogue does stranger things

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bobasheebaby · 5 years ago

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70 Scrubs Prompts

Yup, another prompt list. Most of these are actually light and funny, though some are a little heavier. I tried to pick ones that would work outside of a hospital setting. Again it’s super long so cutting at 15.

1 “And who’s to say this isn’t what happens? Who can tell me that my fantasies won’t come true? Just this once ... “ — John JD Dorian

2 “Look NAME, I don’t know if it’s possible for me to put how I feel about you into words, but I guess I’ll give it a shot. I never really believed I’d find somebody that I love as much as you. I love you more than anything in the whole world. NAME, I love you more than FRIEND.” “Oh my god” “It's kind of hard for me to say, but it's true.” — John JD Dorian and Elliot Reid

3 “I grew up on the street ... No, not the hood. The Sesame Street.” — John JD Dorian

4 “As I looked at all the relationships around me ... Some that had gone on forever ... some that were reigniting ... and some that had just begun ... I realized something: It should have been me.” — John JD Dorian

5 “NAME, you can’t test love. When I met NAME, it seemed he/she was more in love with his/her best friend than with me.” “Honey, they’ve got that almond biscotti FRIEND loves, so I was wondering if I could borrow some money so I can get him/her some.” “No, you got him/her a present yesterday.” — Carla and Turk

6 “You’ve been wrong so many times that I'm not even going to say something is wrong anymore. I'm going to say that it's 'NAME'.

— Perry Cox

7 “I just took a pregnancy test, just tell me when a minute's up.” “I just put some pizza rolls on the microwave oven; the minute that bad boy rings we're good to go.” “Oh, my god, I can't stand it, 30 more seconds.” “OK baby, don't get too excited, they have to cool off for at least a minute.” — Carla and Turk

8 “So, uh, you going to lunch with your brother/sister?” “Yeah, I... well, you know, I would've invited you, but I already made the reservation for two.” “So call and change it to three.” “Ohh, I'm not gonna mess with that hostess. You know, she uses sharp tones.” — Elliot Reid and John JD Dorian

9 “Nothing in this world, that's worth having comes easy.” — Bob Kelso

10 “Yeah, I'm not that great with kids. They've got such tiny hands. It's creepy.” — Elliot Reid

11 “I love this moment so much, I want to have sex with it.” — Perry Cox

12 “Oh, my God! I'm gagging and vomiting at the same time. I'm... I'm gavomiting!” — Perry Cox

13 “So he/she has a cute butt. Everyone has a cute butt. I have a cute butt.” “You should bring it in someday.” — John JD Dorian & Carla Espinosa

14 “The problem with people who only want what they can’t have is that once they have what they want, they don’t want it anymore.” — John JD Dorian

15 “I guess when you care about someone, you’ll do whatever you can to make ’em happy.” —John JD Dorian

16 “The truth is, it is all your memories, the joyful ones and the heartbreaking ones that make up who you are as a person” — John JD Dorian

17 “‘Cause even if it breaks your heart to be ‘just friends’, if you really care about someone, you’ll take the hit.“ — John JD Dorian

18 “The easiest way to lose something is to want it too badly.” — John JD Dorian

19 “Sometimes in life when you get what you want, you end up missing what you left behind.” — John JD Dorian

20 “Sex is only good for two things. Making babies and revenge.” — Jordan Sullivan

21 “What's going on?” “I love you too dumpling, but I have to work late. I'll make it up to you this weekend.” “NAME’s on the phone with his/her mom/dad/parent, so we're taking five.” — Jordan Sullivan, Ted Buckland and Perry Cox

22 “By the way, NAME’s here but I'm not going to kiss and tell.” “Oh really? Cause I just got your text that said "bone city".” “Oh really? That came through?” — JD and Elliot

23 “You're gonna love it here, sport.” “Get out while you still can.” “Uh...” “Seriously, get out while you still can.” — Bob Kelso, Ted Buckland, and Keith Dudemeister

24 “Ted, what are you doing?” “I like to do stomach crunches after lunch.” “Ted, lunch was four hours ago.” “Yep, I wasted most of my Tuesday.” “It's Wednesday.” “Aw, man! I missed SHOW!” — John JD Dorian and Ted Buckland

25 “Well, it took a whole tube of gel, but I finally got my hair down.” “No one male or female ever cared, NAME.” — Ted Buckland and Perry Cox

26 “Thirsty, huh?” “Helps the tears taste less bitter.” “Cheers.” — John JD Dorian and Ted Buckland

27 “I have to get ready man. I want my date with NAME to be perfect. What do you think about a romantic horseback ride on the beach?” “Ooh, like you and I did for your birthday.” “Yeah but except this time with two horses.” — John JD Dorian and Turk

28 “I am wearing red. Should I not be wearing red around her?” “She's pregnant, she's not a bull.” — Elliot Reid and Turk

29 “This is why the headache didn't go away, it is actually pronounced 'analgesic', not 'ANALgesic'. The pills go into your mouth.” — Turk

30 [She/he sees NAME holding a beer] “What are you doing? [He/she threatens to open it] “You better not open that.” [He/she opens it] “Okay, you better not drink it.” [He/she takes a sip] “All right, You better not enjoy it.” [He/she expresses enjoyment, person A bitch slaps his/her beer] “Did you just bitch slap my beer?” “Are you calling me a bitch?” “Yes. Yes, I am!” — Carla and Turk

31 “Is there another guy on this planet who is that sensitive?” “Okay, let it out. I've got you. NAME has got you. Hold me tighter, a little too tight...There is a good spot.” — Turk and JD

32 person a “This plan is fool proof.” Person c “That is impossible. You two are involved.” Person c “We will see about that!” [Person a and c crash into each other as they try to walk away] — JD, Perry Cox and Turk

33 person a “I don't think we have anymore wine. NAME, can I have some of yours?” [Person C’s narration: I felt like NAME was starting to blame me for all of this.] [person b Spills his/ her wine in person c’s face) “I spilled mine too, honey. You know what you should do? Ask for some NAME’s.” [Person C Spills his/her wine on his/her crotch] “I spilled mine too.” — Carla, Turk and JD

34 “Wait NAME! I have an idea.” “You have another idea? Well I've got to tell you, I'm done with your ideas and not just for now but forever! Okay, are we clear on that?” “It's a good one.” “I'm listening.” — JD and Turk

35 “He/she is not allowed to dream about me. It gets too freaky in there.” “Cirque de Soleil freaky. One time, he/she was skinless.” — Carla and Turk

36 “How often do you make love?” “Twice today.” “Actually it was three times. You were asleep for the last one.” “Wow, that really happened? I thought it was weird that you were in one of my sex dreams.” — Marston, Turk and Carla

37 “How was your first stress-free day?” “Horrible. And you?” “Worse. Let's make a baby. If it doesn't work this time I'll kill myself.” “Not helping with the stress.” — Carla and Turk

38 “Dude, there you are. Two things; First, the aliens are here and they're wearing track suits.” “Oh, that's Nana.” — Turk and JD

39 “Are you nude right now?” “Yeah! How'd you know?” “Your voice is always higher when you're nude.” “That's true.” ��It's not weird you know that at all.” —JD, Turk and Perry Cox

40 “You know, I actually like NAME. So, don't do that thing you always do.” “If you're referring to the game "Find the Saltine", relax. I don't even play that with NAME anymore.” [Later] “Behind your ear.” [Withdrawing Saltine from behind his ear] “My friend, you have found the Saltine. Uh, but, don't tell NAME we're still playing.”— Elliot Reid, JD and Turk

41 “Dude, he/she keeps a hug schedule with his/her friends!” “Okay, NAME ... looks like someone's getting crossed off their 2 o' clock spot and getting penciled in for never! How does that feel? Does it sting?” Person B Narration: He's hurting! Hug him/her ... hug him/her now! — Turk and JD

42 “Dude, don't sweat it - It says here that the ostrich is generally a docile creature.” “Thank God!” “It also says their kick can kill a man!” — Turk and JD

43 “Just don't repeat the same mistakes you made with me. For instance, don't speed down the road pretending your brakes are out. I don't care if it got you laid once in high school. It is not funny and I still have not forgiven you for killing that pony.” — Elliot Reid

44 “NAME, I don't photograph well. On my driver's license, I look like Gary Busey.” — Elliot Reid

45 “We have a very complicated past.” “Yeah, I hurt him/her, and I'm not proud.” Person B narration: I'm a little proud. — Elliot and JD

46 “NAME and I keep it superficial.” “Love the superficial. Dynamite teeth today!” “Oh thanks buddy!” “Sparkly.” “Yeah!” — Elliot and JD

47 “Will you tell me what NAME’s fantasy was?” “Nope.” “Did it involve chains?” “No.” “Whips?” “Mm-mm.” “Candle wax?” “No.” “Role-playing?” “No.” “Lasers?” “Mm-mm.” “Hamsters?” “Negative.” “Was he/she a Mexican apple thief?” “If only ...” — JD and Elliot

48 “Why don't you just move into my place?” “Oh, great, then we'll be two losers under one roof.” — Elliot and JD

49 “NAME, what you said before ... I knew you were right. Anyway, I'm sorry I got mad. You were wrong about one thing, though - we are moving forward.” “NAME, I'm thirty years old; I'm single, I'm homeless, and I'm pretty sure I just soiled myself.”

— Elliot and JD

50 Person A “Ohhh, my God, you're right.” Person B “Don't let him/her be your puppet-master.” Person C “Hey!” Person B “Hey.” Person C “What's up?” Person B “I have a headache.” Person C “Take some aspirin.” Person B “Don't tell me what to do! You're not the boss of me!” — Carla, Elliot and Jake

51 “I've never connected with a guy/girl like this before. I mean, even though it's only been two weeks, I already feel like I know NAME better than I know myself.” “What does he/she do for a living?” “I should know that.” — Elliot and Carla

52 “Look, the reason I've been acting so weird and having my friends hang around us all the time is because I really think that we have a shot for something great, and I don't wanna go and ruin it by sleeping with you too fast. I mean, what was I supposed to do?” “Well, you...you could have just told me that.” “Yes, but you're forgetting I'm a crazy person!” — Elliot and Jake

53 “I've seen the Wiggles live in concert ... twice.” “Did they perform 'Big Red Car'?” “They opened and closed the show with it. It was awesome.” — Perry Cox and Turk

54 “What's wrong with me?” “You're an annoying, whining man-child.” “That question wasn't directed to you!” “What question?” — JD and Perry Cox

55 “I’m notifying all my old boyfriends/girlfriends today that I'm officially off the market.” “I'm sure the 'pulse' setting on your shower head will be devastated!” — Elliot Reid and Perry Cox

56 “If there is one thing I have learned, it's that you can't schedule love.” “I think your credit card statement would beg to differ.” — Bob Kelso and Perry Cox

57 “Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to present, Man/Woman Not Caring.” [points to self] — Perry Cox

58 “If you're worried about people seeing your ass, do what all the other girls do and tie a sweater around your waist.” — Perry Cox

59 “Should I talk slower or get a nurse that speaks fluent moron?” — Perry Cox

60 “Do you actually listen to yourself when you speak, or do you find you drift in and out?” — Perry Cox

61 [thinking] Why don't I ever listen to me? — JD

62 “And you know what else? I quit!” “No you don't!” “Well I'm leaving early today!” “No, you're not! You're coming back to my office to do busy work!” “Fine, but I'm getting a soda first!” “Whatever.” — Ted Buckland and Bob Kelso

63 “Your dog is creepy.” “Aww...be nice to Rowdy. The guy we bought him from used to keep him in a box full of old hats.” — Elliot and JD

64 “I thought we cared about each other ...” “Oh please, if you didn't want to sleep with me, you'd have done the same thing.” “Well, I'll tell you one thing, the last thing in the world I wanna do is sleep wit'cha now!” “Do me right here.” “Okay.” “See!” — JD and Elliot

65 “Huh! I put all those fliers up, and nobody wants me to live with them!” “Oh, come on, NAME. I'm sure you'll eventually find a roommate who's a... clean, non-smoking vegetarian that rinses the shower thoroughly after each usage.” “Oh, well, if you don't, it gets mildewy.” “You know, you should move in with my friend: Anal McLooney.” — Elliot and JD

66 “You know, I've been thinking a lot about us lately.” “Me too.” “God, you drive me crazy.” “Oh, you drive me crazy!” “Sometimes I just lay awake at night, thinking about how unbelievably lucky I am to have you in my life.” “Sometimes you're so controlling it makes me want to strangle you..” — Paul and Elliot

67 “Tonight, I am going to make all of your fantasies come true.” “You know, NAME, I would be happy just to have sex above the covers once.” “Yeah ... never gonna happen.” — Elliot and Paul

68 “You know, it's funny... when I said "I love you," it was an accident - and I never really loved you at all.” “That is an absolute riot.” — Elliot and Paul

69 “Okay, here's what you do: First you say that, even though our relationship is ending, you don't have any regrets.” “Oh, my God! Are you actually telling me how to break up with you?” “You're right. Go ahead.” “If you could just start me off, that'd be super.” — Paul and Elliot

70 Person A “You never explained that U2 thing, did you!” Person B “You know, I've been thinking about it, and maybe it's not such a bad thing that that happened! Right? I mean, things have been going really well between us, and maybe it was fate! I could've been looking at my Bel Biv Devoe CD and said, "I love Bel Biv Devoe" - which I do, by the way. And I'm not ashamed of it.” Person A and B “That girl is poison..." Person A “NAME, look, I just think that if you guys are meant to get to this point, it'll happen... naturally.” Person B “You're right! "I love U2!" Dammit! Why do I always have to say every little thing that comes into my head!? Ugh, I really wish you wouldn't stand so close to me after you take your hummus break. See! I didn't need to say that! I'm gonna tell him.” Person C “Love you!” Person B “Love you more!” Person A “Ugh!” Person B “You know what - brush your teeth, then judge me!” — Carla, Elliot and Paul

#scrubs prompts #dialogue prompts #writing prompts #drabble prompts #scrubs quotes #john jd dorian #christopher turk #carla espinosa #perry cox #bob kelso #ted buckland #elliot reid #long post

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Jac & Amelia

Jac: [So the vibe is evidently just showing up at the pre-drinks at this gfs house, we'll have to be some level of wasted to have the nerve so from the off it's a mood lol] Amelia: [a select gathering of the gays that you weren't invited too, but it's okay because Amelia can't throw you out when everyone else is like yeah come through] Jac: [literally you'd have to make such a drama and that's not you and also no one knows why you stopped being besties so it clearly appears chill from the outside, I vote the club should be a gay one so you have to commit to that hen] Amelia: [agreed because clearly her gf has planned this because Amelia's plan was to go and get that haircut and outfit with her mum so] Jac: [too pure for this bitch, we all know this is just an excuse for her to party like any other night really, which is rude, do something special but no, at least you're simply that hoe so it's not like we even have to work hard here, the flirting is blatant] Amelia: [it hurts my heart because you know Jamelia would have gone IN for each other's birthdays] Jac: [and her last one was start of transition year so they would've still been friends, AND it was her 16th so it would've been really poppin'] Amelia: [brb sobbing] Jac: [thank god jac is also miserable and only pretending to be living her best life or this would be even ruder] Amelia: [and thank god Amelia isn't in love with this gal] Jac: [and that lmao] Jac: [to me it should be like they just straight up make out on the dance floor 'cos her girlfriend is the 'its not a big deal omg!' type but even if it weren't, it is because it's Jac] Amelia: [hence when Amelia loses it it's Jac she's shouting at and being like how could you do this to me etc not her gf] Jac: [mhmm mHM we all know she's barely speaking at this point so she's not gonna say anything and your gf will be going off 'cos she looks the gobby type so you can slap her if you need babe lol] Amelia: [she so is the gobby type, Amelia just straight up dismissing her because this isn't about you babe I gotta scream at Jac rn thank you] Jac: [meanwhile we're just trying to walk away like the audacity] Amelia: [literally like SAY SOMETHING! because is there anything more frustrating than when someone won't react and you're literally 💔] Jac: [there is not, just shouting 'I'M SORRY' ala Tracy because we do not sound sorry at all but she is never a loud person so everyone else is gonna be shook like damn] Amelia: [your aunt Cass would be proud of that, but Amelia just gonna walk away] Jac: [good lord go home gal, or at least a different club lol, also like to point out she has a September birthday so also would've been after Savannah left so that would've been cheery lol] Amelia: [nice parallel because we know Amelia's walking home but fuck knows how far it would be, we're not at Erin's house now hens] Jac: [I'm sure you don't live right in town, your fam seems a suburb type so that'll be a nice trek, you poor bitch] Amelia: [just sobbing the whole time probably, even though she's not a crier like Savannah is] Jac: [you'd have to have a cry, if Jac hadn't gone catatonic as a defence mechanism, she would be too] Amelia: [which is why we're not getting our parents to pick us up because don't wanna be sobbing to this degree in front of them and her mum already hates the gf so we don't want the I told you so either] Amelia: [plus her mum probably thinks she's over Jac by now because we downplaying things forever] Jac: [parents can only be so much of a MVP at this age] Amelia: [I think when they see each other again it should be another argument that turns into Amelia kissing her because that's a trope for a reason] Jac: [yes, you are both owed it without the audience tbh] Amelia: [like I have no idea where they are when that happens, are you gonna show up on her doorstep to have another argument or what gal lol] Jac: [maybe you had somewhere you went together, idk where or what vibe, so you know she's gonna be there, even if it's just a different club and you're outside angsting] Amelia: [ooh excellent, yeah there's any number of places that could be 'theirs' you've known each other long enough] Jac: [precisely, it can be as everyday and unspecial or the opposite as we'd like, Dublin centre is not that big it's not insane to suggest] Amelia: [when do you think that is, clearly pretty soon after because the emotions have gotta be high] Jac: [yeah, sooner rather than later, like we did this for a reason and like you said, it's too frustrating when someone won't react to you] Amelia: [literally could be the next day/night I'd believe it] Jac: [i literally thought you meant the same night so yes i agree lol] Amelia: [omg that's even better tbh] Jac: like you turn round like AND ANOTHER THING, tensions are beyond that high] Amelia: [exactly] Jac: [at least Amelia is angry enough to break it off 'cos the levels of fucks you don't give rn about anything] Amelia: [yeah she's angry and sad enough to be like ffs what am I doing and actually go home] Jac: [thanks babe, we all know it happens but don't need it to literally look like 2nd choice to your hoe gf 'cos it ain't that] Amelia: [how am I gonna start a convo from here because I clearly am lol] Jac: [thank god you both drunk, I can do it if you want] Amelia: [go ahead if you think you can boo] Jac: you home safe Amelia: no, I'm dead in a ditch Jac: great Amelia: it'll make life easier for you, yeah Jac: my life couldn't be any rosier Amelia: 🥀🥀🥀 Jac: glad to see your flare for the dramatic ain't died in that ditch with you Jac: flair, which one Jac: idk Amelia: you took that over from me, remember Amelia: you really fucking did Jac: aren't you impressed Amelia: if you'd got there earlier you could've pushed me out of the way to blow the candles out on the cake my mum bought too Jac: you don't wanna be kids no more? Jac: could've said sooner Amelia: she's not a doll, she just wants to look like one Jac: who? Amelia: the girlfriend you wanted to share so badly Jac: oh her Jac: bride of chucky maybe Amelia: you did scare everyone with your apology Amelia: very exorcist-ish Jac: I was going for Carrie Jac: oh well Jac: still a better match than you two ain't it Amelia: oh you were trying to win a prom queen sash with acts of charity Amelia: I get it Jac: shouldn't you be throwing all this shade at her Amelia: wait, I'll add her in Jac: ha Jac: go ahead Amelia: she won't accept, sorry Amelia: I did try Jac: devastating Amelia: are you home safe? Jac: yeah Amelia: you do have the 👿👹👺👻 inside protecting you, I guess Jac: its always got a home inside me Amelia: well yeah, you don't ever kiss anyone long enough for it to transfer hosts Jac: you'll wanna get rid of the girlfriend then Jac: before you get infected Amelia: you already did that for me, such a good 🥳🎂🎁 Jac: couldn't think what else to get ya Amelia: 💐? Amelia: no? Jac: thought she might have beat me to it Jac: made a bit of an effort Amelia: she wanted me, that's all I needed Jac: past tense Jac: and that's definitely not the first time she's done that Amelia: what do you care? Jac: you think this is how i'd show it if I did Amelia: I try not to think about you anymore Jac: there's no need to make yourself sound stupid in the process Amelia: not when you're there to make me look it Jac: you'll get another girlfriend Amelia: because that's what is ripping my heart out about this Jac: that's your problem Amelia: stay the fuck away from me Amelia: if you'd done that I wouldn't have a problem Jac: I plan on it Jac: done what I needed to do Amelia: great Jac: enjoy what's left of your big day then Jac: have some 🎂 Amelia: you've made sure I can't Amelia: where's Savannah Moore with a 👏 emoji when you need her? Jac: Sligo Jac: last I heard Amelia: those poor country lads Jac: you've never cared about any lad a day in your life Jac: you can just admit you miss her Amelia: 😂 Jac: hilarious Amelia: not really Amelia: but I physically can't cry any more, I must be dehydrated Jac: unsurprising Jac: me either Amelia: 🍾🥂 Amelia: have a nice life then Amelia: probably leave tonight out of your achievements during the uni interviews Jac: nah Jac: diversity and adversity is all the rage Amelia: that's why I'll be mentioning it Jac: you're welcome x2 Amelia: 🙌 Jac: you sure she don't wanna join Jac: 'cos she's annoying me Amelia: I don't care what she wants or feel sorry for you Jac: yeah Jac: then tell her that Jac: not relaying your message Amelia: I have Jac: she's a liar too, makes sense Amelia: you're well suited Jac: besides the obvious Amelia: that you've done what you needed to do, yeah Amelia: tell her that Jac: I have Jac: not my fault she's so thick she only understands actions Amelia: if she's been messaging you since the 💋 you'll have had time to tell her everything I didn't Amelia: even if it has to be via charades Jac: the fact I didn't fuck her is all the information she's getting from me Amelia: the dancefloor's a bit public even for her Amelia: but maybe she'll be willing to break the rules for you, that's what people do Jac: let's not pretend it was about her Jac: only room for one delusional person in a relationship, don't you know? Amelia: you're ready for that, are you? Amelia: I don't know anything about relationships as it turns out Jac: first cut is the deepest Amelia: if you're going to sing, it's meant to be Happy Birthday Jac: yeah, you wish Amelia: I only got the one and I've already used it Jac: don't tell or it won't come true Amelia: I don't remember it now anyway Jac: bullshit Amelia: if it was 💇🏻 related it definitely didn't come true Jac: you didn't get a fringe Amelia: I still hate it Jac: it's not why you got cheated on Amelia: thanks, that makes me feel loads better about 👧🏻 Amelia: can you just take the posts down please Jac: I dunno Amelia: Jac Jac: fuck sake Jac: one thing Amelia: just do it Jac: then that's it Jac: there's your present, I don't owe you nothing Amelia: no, then that's it because I don't want anything to do with you Amelia: it doesn't make us even Jac: I don't give a shit about being even with you Jac: I win Jac: end of Amelia: it's not a fucking game Jac: you're the only one not playing Amelia: so leave me out of it Jac: that's another favour Jac: pick one Amelia: fuck you Jac: i'm keeping the pictures up then Amelia: enjoy your win Jac: naturally Amelia: 👏👏👏 Jac: you aren't her Amelia: you aren't you Amelia: it still doesn't make us even Jac: maybe you never knew me Jac: we weren't friends, after-all Amelia: there's no maybe about it, if we were ever friends you wouldn't treat me like this Jac: nothing is as simple as you'd like it to be Jac: but sure Amelia: you really hurt me again, it's that simple Amelia: and this time it was deliberate Jac: and you don't hurt the people you love Jac: grow up, Amelia Amelia: not like that Jac: that's easier for you Amelia: what about ANY of this is easy for me? Amelia: you told me to try, I did Amelia: now what? Jac: it isn't my responsibility to worry about that Jac: you figure it out Amelia: I had it figured out and you tore it down Amelia: take some fucking responsibility for that Jac: what, with your shit girlfriend who doesn't give a fuck about you Jac: that was wrecked before I got there Jac: deal with that Amelia: you wrecked me before she got there Amelia: I still think about you all the time, miss you all the time Amelia: and I do have to deal with that, all the time Jac: and I've got nothing to deal with Amelia: of course you do Amelia: happy people don't gatecrash and ruin other people's birthdays Jac: then you'll forgive me for not feeling sorry for you Amelia: I don't want you to feel sorry for me, I want you to be sorry for what you just did Jac: you want a lot Amelia: not this time Amelia: it's bare minimum Jac: I'm happy to disappoint and leave you wanting Amelia: then you win again Amelia: congratulations Jac: yipee Amelia: Don't contact me again unless you're got something to say that means something Jac: fine Amelia: you sound faker than Savannah could ever Amelia: it'd be impressive if it worked Jac: have I contacted you before now? Amelia: that doesn't matter because today you did Jac: today I ruined your relationship and birthday Jac: then I asked if you got home Amelia: yeah, and that all means something Jac: it means I wanted to fuck up your life Amelia: at least that wish came true Jac: there's always shooting stars and eyelashes when there isn't candles Amelia: there isn't a quick fix for this Jac: there's no fix Jac: there's only out and it's still 2 fucking years away Amelia: you were supposed to give me time, that's supposed to be one Jac: well I didn't feel like it today Amelia: clearly Jac: get over it Amelia: I'm not even through it, it literally just happened Jac: I'm not apologising, I can't be any clearer Amelia: then don't Amelia: I didn't know how to beg you when we were friends, I can't do it with this version of you Jac: Done? Amelia: I was done before I actually got home Jac: Well I've not gone home Jac: so we both lied there then Amelia: Where have you gone? Jac: what's it to you? Amelia: I don't want what happened to Is to happen to you, or worse Amelia: I care about you Jac: it won't Amelia: I'm calling your parents Jac: maybe I've told them you're obsessed with me already Amelia: maybe but it's still ringing Amelia: they can decide what they want to do Jac: you're such a snitch Amelia: because I really care what you think of me right now Jac: nah, just hope it makes you feel good about yourself worrying my parents for nothing Amelia: I don't feel good about myself because of you Amelia: your parents are irrelevant to me Jac: we've got that in common then Amelia: they're probably going to want to talk to you and I don't so goodnight Jac: Bold of you to think I'd answer Jac: but it is a reason to turn my phone off so yeah Jac: later Amelia: you're really 😎 we get it Jac: that's what I'm doing Jac: you're so smart Amelia: it's why you want to keep the pics up Amelia: like a 🏆 Jac: i wanna keep em up so you have to see them Amelia: I don't have to see them, I've already blocked you both Jac: 😂 Amelia: What's funny? Jac: 🤡😥 would've been more applicable, perhaps Amelia: probably Jac: you can pal up with Is again, she's up for it Amelia: yeah because I really want to drag her into whatever 🎪 you've started up between us Jac: you're so considerate Amelia: something really fucked up happened to her, you were there, don't act like you don't remember Jac: and you weren't there Amelia: I know that Jac: then you don't get to say shit to me about it Amelia: I'm not, I'm saying this isn't about Is Jac: when is it ever Jac: poor girl Amelia: stop it Jac: you walked out on her Jac: she didn't have enough daddy issues? Amelia: I walked out on you Jac: same difference Amelia: you said you'd let me Jac: and I did Amelia: until now Jac: you're only 17 once Jac: it's not going to happen again Amelia: it shouldn't have happened at all Jac: should woulda coulda Amelia: promise me that this is it Jac: I don't fancy your girlfriend Jac: kissing her was bad enough Amelia: I mean, promise me that I don't have to look over my shoulder for the next 2 years in case you decide that you want to ruin my life again Amelia: because I can't Jac: Amelia Amelia: I'm serious, I'll leave school before I let you do this to me for a third time Jac: I'm not in a position to be making promises about anything, to anyone Jac: I'll try Amelia: okay Jac: just Jac: I don't know Jac: never mind Amelia: you're scaring me, you know Amelia: I should've made you promise not to do any reckless shit back then instead of the other way round Jac: everyone's scared Jac: they say it like I can change it Amelia: I thought I was doing the right thing but everything just keeps getting worse Amelia: for me, you and Is Amelia: even for Savannah, Sligo for fuck's sake Jac: even if you'd done it different Jac: I'd still have done the same Jac: it still would've all happened Amelia: what are you going to do now? Jac: nothing matters now Amelia: you matter Amelia: to me Amelia: come to my 🏠 I'll call your parents back Jac: we're not doing this again Jac: no Jac: it's bad enough i have people in my life i can't get rid of Amelia: we're not doing anything Jac: stop caring about me Amelia: I can't Jac: how much more do I have to ruin your life Amelia: you have ruined it, that doesn't mean I want you to be dead in a ditch Jac: all I'm going to do is break your heart over and over and then I'm going to leave forever Amelia: tonight it's already broken and that's all I'm talking about Amelia: take the guest bedroom Jac: no Jac: because then my family will just think we're friends again and that I'm fine Jac: I'll go home, okay, just stop Amelia: if you stop lying, I'll stop this Jac: I'll send you proof, for fuck's sake Amelia: okay Jac: fine Amelia: [we're just waiting for that pic like] Jac: [however long this is gonna take, at least you're probably a bit more central, the most begrudging pic of the front door lmao] Amelia: no, put your outfit in it so I know it wasn't stored on your phone Jac: 'cos I just have pictures of my door Jac: [but does, some weird angle to not get your face in] Jac: haven't got a newspaper, so sorry Amelia: if you hadn't stopped the party early, they might have been delivered Jac: it was a crap party anyway Jac: she hadn't even booked a table Amelia: Yeah Jac: at least you can have a better girlfriend for your 18th Amelia: can I? Are you going to let me Jac: probably not Jac: but if she's less easy to ruin then there's nothing I can do about that Amelia: you'd have to try something else, that's all Jac: obviously Jac: I'm still smart Amelia: I'm not giving you a compliment Jac: I'm not saying I'm not going to ruin your chances at happiness Amelia: it's not like I need you to Amelia: SO capable on my own Jac: it's not taking credit if you're making excuses for me Jac: but alright Amelia: I'm talking about the 💇🏻 which you can't take credit for Jac: it suits you Amelia: that is the most hurtful thing you've ever said Amelia: take it back Jac: it's also true Jac: and you wanted me to stop lying Amelia: 😒 Jac: at least you don't look like every other girl now Amelia: you think I did before? Amelia: also that's because no other girl wants to look like 👧🏻 Jac: I mean everyone has the same hair Jac: you stand out more Amelia: you don't Jac: well I'm special, obviously Amelia: I know Jac: 🙄 Amelia: 😉 Jac: you're an idiot Jac: Jude better be at a sleepover Amelia: her hair stands out Jac: you should tell her that Jac: she'll be so glad her attention-seeking doesn't go unnoticed Amelia: she think I'm flirting with her so no Jac: oh yeah Jac: you're a predatory lesbian now Amelia: I kissed you Jac: after I kissed your girlfriend Amelia: you don't fancy her Amelia: that wasn't why you did it Jac: she fancies herself enough Amelia: So does Savannah, that wasn't a problem for you Jac: don't talk about her Amelia: sure, I wouldn't want to upset you Amelia: what's the point being 💔 if you're not the saddest Jac: she's gone, there's no point talking about her Amelia: my parents know hers, she's not gone from dinner table conversation at my 🏠 Jac: sucks for you then Amelia: sucks more for her that she's been sent to catholic school Jac: Catholic school? Amelia: yeah, her dad had that brainwave Jac: that is unfortunate Jac: probably a better school than ours though, so she'll be thrilled Amelia: it's my dad's favourite joke threat now Jac: at least you could avoid me Amelia: true, I should call his bluff and take him up on it next time Jac: go for it Jac: it's only me that has to write off this shit school on her uni app Amelia: the rest of your app will more than make up for it Jac: that's the plan Amelia: exactly, so it's not technically a compliment Jac: you're shit at this Amelia: thanks Jac: no, that really wasn't a compliment Jac: not one of your not technicallys Amelia: 😏 Jac: did you get a car Jac: I bet you got a car Amelia: [a picture of it because why not say she did] Jac: just got to pass now Jac: then you can go where you like Amelia: then I can runaway Jac: nah Jac: they'd take you off their insurance and you'd be fucked Amelia: because I'd never drive without insurance Jac: the police would be frantically looking for you as is Jac: that's always how murderers get caught out Amelia: 🤫 you're ruining this too Jac: you fantasize on your own time Amelia: this is my own time, you're home safe Amelia: I don't owe you my full attention now that your 👅 isn't in my ex girlfriend's mouth Jac: have you kissed anyone else Amelia: no Jac: do you regret it being her Amelia: it wasn't you, that's what I regret Amelia: but it couldn't be so Jac: yeah Jac: at least it was a girl Amelia: I'm not stupid enough to kiss any boys Jac: some just call it heterosexual Amelia: and I'm not so it'd be stupid for me Jac: alright Amelia: but I should probably kiss more girls Jac: why should you Amelia: because she'll think all the wrong things if I don't Jac: true Jac: I thought you didn't care about what people thought though Amelia: I'm going to have to find new friends from somewhere Jac: don't you gays stick together Amelia: she sticks with them and I don't want to see her Jac: you move fast Amelia: I don't really have a choice, do I? Jac: I don't need friends Amelia: handy since you don't have any Jac: that's why I don't Amelia: yeah, because you only care about what you need Jac: duh Amelia: did you ever care about me? Jac: don't be stupid Amelia: did you ever care about me when it wasn't because you needed something? Jac: what kind of question is that Amelia: one I need the answer to Jac: we were friends forever Jac: what did I get from it half the time Jac: no more than you did or didn't Amelia: okay Jac: that was a dick move making me answer that when you already knew Amelia: I didn't know Amelia: whenever I talk to you I end up with more questions than answers Amelia: and end up questioning my sanity Jac: you don't need to Jac: your work here is done Amelia: you can't tell me what to do when you don't even do what you said you were going to Jac: so you're going to continue to make a bad decision, just to be awkward Jac: that's smart Amelia: because you have such good reasons for doing what you did earlier Jac: 'course I do Amelia: go on then Amelia: tell me them Jac: already did Jac: I wanted to fuck it up for you Jac: felt great Amelia: there's smarter ways to feel good, and easier Jac: I've tried those Amelia: oh well I loved being your little experiment, thanks Jac: whatever Jac: it needed to be done Amelia: no it didn't Amelia: you keep saying that Jac: you don't get it Amelia: I don't buy into your fake bullshit, no, and that's all you've given me all night Jac: what's fucking fake about the fact I can't stand to have anyone around me happy? Jac: there's nothing fake about misery being the only thing I can stomach now Amelia: you didn't break up your parents or ruin your brother's music career, you sought me out when I haven't even been around you Amelia: you're full of shit Jac: trust me, I'm doing my best Jac: and you're full of shit if you're now trying to say you don't see me every day Jac: and that it isn't the fucking worst Amelia: I thought it was, until you did this Amelia: now I can say today was the worst Amelia: you're so fucking selfish and cruel Jac: nothing has changed Jac: I sped up your inevitable break-up, that's it Amelia: no, you went out of your way to hurt and humiliate me Amelia: everything has changed Jac: if you say so Jac: it wasn't the first time for me Amelia: who are you? Jac: it doesn't matter Amelia: who the fuck are you? Jac: I don't know, Amelia Jac: alright Amelia: you can't treat people like this Jac: then tell everyone what I did Jac: I don't care Jac: you could've done something about it Amelia: what did you want me to do? Jac: I thought you might put up more of a fight Amelia: for what? Against what? Jac: because I humiliated you Amelia: it wasn't the first time for me either Jac: never like that Amelia: I'm not going to fight you Jac: your loss Amelia: I keep telling you, I care about you, I don't want to hurt you Jac: I wish you'd stop Amelia: I wish I could Jac: yeah Jac: well Amelia: it's my loss, like you said Jac: don't worry, I've got my own Amelia: that makes me feel loads better Jac: it should Amelia: it doesn't Jac: you're infuriating Amelia: says you Amelia: I'm so angry at you Jac: because I wanted you to be Jac: that's the correct response Amelia: no, because I love you too much to hate you Amelia: because it won't go away Amelia: and I don't want to feel like this for the rest of my fucking life no matter what you do Jac: I don't have the answer Jac: If I could make you stop then I would Jac: but I don't know how Amelia: me either Jac: there's nothing I can do if you don't hate me by now Jac: I dropped you for Savannah Jac: I did everything I did tonight Amelia: I was there, I don't need you to recap Jac: I couldn't have made it easier Amelia: there's something wrong with me, there must be Jac: not as bad as me Amelia: my mum said at the time that I fell in love with you years ago and I can't expect to fall out of it in a few weeks or months Jac: logic adds up Amelia: she thinks I'm over it now so clearly not Jac: you probably said you were Jac: or near enough Amelia: the girlfriend thing kind of said it for me Jac: yeah well Jac: I've had loads of boyfriends Amelia: you're not in love with me Jac: I meant it doesn't mean anything, necessarily Amelia: yeah Amelia: my mum is more old fashioned though Amelia: romantic or whatever Jac: more romantic than your girlfriend, yeah Amelia: 🙄 Jac: she wasn't good enough for you anyway Amelia: I'm not good enough for anyone Amelia: I'm literally still in love with someone else who isn't them Jac: it isn't that simple Jac: you can feel things for more than one person Jac: you just, didn't for her and she wasn't worth it Amelia: maybe other people can but I don't Jac: how would you know Jac: it just hasn't happened yet Amelia: I'm too self aware if anything Jac: that's some lesbian nonsense Amelia: I'll put it in my bio then Jac: tinder Amelia: I'm not kissing that many girls, she'll definitely think all the wrong things Jac: be kicking herself, like Jac: or is it only okay when she does it Amelia: probably Jac: just like a lad Amelia: 😣 Jac: awh Amelia: I can't be bothered Jac: with girls? Amelia: I'm not trying anymore, you didn't keep your promises anyway Jac: what does that mean? Amelia: it means I don't care, my life can stay the mess you wanted it to be Jac: alright Jac: not like I can turn around and say 'no don't' now Amelia: and if you turn around you won't see me Jac: what? Amelia: school, I'm not doing it either Jac: shut up Amelia: online maybe so my dad doesn't rage Jac: that's bullshit Amelia: so is this Jac: no, fuck you Amelia: 😂 Jac: so you all get to fucking leave and I'm the one stuck dealing Jac: nah Amelia: I've got nothing to stay for Jac: it's school, no one does Jac: jesus Amelia: you said yourself it sucks having to see me every day Amelia: I'm doing you a favour Jac: you are ridiculous Jac: you think you can just run away like this is some shit indie song Amelia: I've tried the alternative Amelia: it didn't go great Jac: you think Savannah is bad? at least her parents made her go Jac: you're such a spoilt brat Amelia: I don't think about Savannah Jac: you don't think about anything Jac: christ Amelia: your audacity is another level Jac: your stupidity is worse Amelia: yeah, I've proved that loads of times over Jac: fucking hell Jac: your life is so hard, Meelie, yeah Jac: everyone thinks its my fault, what happened to Is Jac: and the more she says otherwise, the more it sounds like it was Amelia: no they don't, I don't Jac: well you love me so you're clearly insane and a bit biased Amelia: even if I hated you I'd still know that you weren't the one who assaulted her Amelia: it's his fault, nobody else's Jac: me and Sav still ran like we had something to hide Jac: that's all anyone cares about, working out what Amelia: you were scared, in shock probably Amelia: you felt like it was your fault Amelia: that doesn't mean it was Jac: all I know is she's fucked off, no one will say anything to Is, so it's all down to me, whatever people wanna say or think about it Jac: so yeah, sorry I think your idea is fucking laughable but been there, done that Jac: didn't solve anything, it only made the rest worse Amelia: I know it's a stupid idea, alright Jac: you can't go, alright, you just can't Amelia: you know I'll fight the whole school before I'd ever fight you Amelia: I'll do it for you too, if that will help Jac: Yeah, I do Jac: nothing will help but Jac: at least you're still here Jac: nothing else is the same Amelia: I'll be in detention every day for the next 2 years if that's what it takes to shut people up Jac: I don't deserve it Jac: or anything but hate from you, and I do fucking know that Amelia: you don't deserve to get the blame for being there and being her friend Amelia: I should've been too Amelia: and after it happened we should've talked Jac: maybe it's just karma Jac: I've never been a good friend to her and by the time it happened Jac: well Jac: I made you leave Amelia: I ruined our friend so I had to leave Amelia: *ship Amelia: that's not your fault either Jac: maybe it is Amelia: it's not Amelia: I shouldn't have told you how I felt Amelia: or been jealous of Savannah Amelia: or made such a big deal about the date you went on Jac: no Jac: I get it Jac: you weren't wrong Amelia: I did the wrong thing by leaving you and Is Jac: I couldn't wish the alternative on you Jac: having to stick around and watch Amelia: I still had to watch Amelia: I couldn't go that far Jac: I know it's my fault because it happened again Amelia: what? Jac: Savannah Jac: I kissed her Amelia: I don't understand Jac: you should have been jealous of her Jac: I mean Jac: you know what I mean Amelia: you mean you felt something for her Jac: I didn't want to feel any of it Jac: but she was straight and you weren't so having her around was meant to be easier Amelia: why didn't you just tell me? Amelia: you lied and lied and made me feel crazy Jac: because I feel crazy Jac: I fucking am Jac: I just Jac: it's not like I left that conversation and told her Jac: I kept on and got with lads and pretended to like it, tried to Amelia: everything you said, everything you did Amelia: oh my god Amelia: I can't Amelia: I can't take this in Jac: like I said, it's fucking karma Jac: I fucked it with you and it happened to me Amelia: I'm supposed to feel what, that she queerbaited you? Happy? validated? Jac: I don't know Jac: probably Amelia: did you know how you felt about her when I told you how I felt? Jac: why? Amelia: because you told me over and over again that you liked boys and you'd change that if you could Jac: yes, and I told her the same thing Jac: and I acted accordingly Amelia: I've spent so long feeling horrible for putting you in that position and none of it was real Jac: it was real Jac: I don't want to be Jac: I want to be straight Amelia: it isn't a choice Amelia: and you can't just twist everything to make it one Jac: acting or not acting on it is Amelia: so why did you choose to act on it by kissing her, if that's what you think? Jac: it was a mistake Jac: when we left Jac: after Is Jac: and it was just us Jac: then it destroyed everything and she's literally run away Amelia: and then you destroyed what was left after she'd gone Jac: yes Amelia: great Jac: I'm aware Amelia: are you? Amelia: for years I thought things were one way only to be told they weren't and now you're telling me an entirely different story again Amelia: 🤯 Jac: because we don't live in the ideal world where I accept myself for liking girls and I choose the right one and we live happily ever after Jac: we live in the world where I kissed Savannah and she looked at me like I was the boy who assaulted Isabelle Jac: and that's how I feel about it, and I would rather pretend to be straight forever, and have no real friends again, than have to do that, and feel that disgust again Amelia: we live in a world that doesn't revolve around Savannah fucking Moore Amelia: because she doesn't accept you, you can't accept yourself? No Jac: it's not her fault Jac: the rules don't make no fucking sense Jac: do you know how often she told me she loved me, how beautiful I was, and smart and perfect and kind, that she wanted me in her life forever? Jac: but that doesn't mean she wants to kiss me Amelia: that's why it literally is her fault Amelia: she flirted with you more than I EVER have, or would dare to openly do because I would get called a predatory lesbian and she gets likes and follows Jac: but she meant it Jac: I know she did Jac: that's just friendship to her Jac: it's too confusing Amelia: you want her to have meant it the same way you did, like I wanted you to with me Jac: but I did Jac: I lied Jac: so I know it doesn't make a difference now Jac: but still, you weren't wrong and I did, I am, whatever Jac: it was shitty to lie, I know, I accept it Jac: but she meant it all but she is straight...how does that work Amelia: I don't know Amelia: straight people are weird Jac: I don't want to find that relatable Jac: I want to be normal Amelia: I'm not abnormal, shut up Jac: fine, straight Jac: I don't want to ever have to think about this ever again Amelia: why do you want it so bad? Jac: so I don't feel like this Jac: the not knowing Jac: how much it hurts Jac: boys are easy, I told you Amelia: because you don't like them Amelia: if you were straight you'd get hurt just the same Amelia: you said it, Valentina's no different than a lad Jac: lads just like me Jac: I've never kissed any lad and had them recoil Amelia: they liked me too, it doesn't mean I had to like them back Jac: I mean it's not the same Jac: if a lad didn't like me, he'd have reasons Amelia: loads of girls like you too, I was friends with them for a bit, I heard all that gossip Amelia: Savannah's reason is that she doesn't like girls, any of them Jac: but she loves me Jac: more than she ever did Ty, I fucking know it Amelia: not like that, like Is loved us Jac: I can't stand it Amelia: I know Jac: you know I am sorry Jac: don't you Amelia: yeah Jac: you just had come so far and had done so much work Jac: it wasn't fair Jac: what I did wasn't, but it wouldn't have been to act on it, when I wanted so badly to be straight, for everything I did tell you to be true Amelia: no, I was in exactly the same place that we left each other in Amelia: you're not the only one who can lie Jac: I'm just so sorry but that's worth fuck all Jac: I hate how stupid all of it seems now Jac: redundant Jac: but that's close to a fair punishment, I suppose Amelia: you've already been punished Amelia: and sorry always means something when it's a real one Jac: I feel Jac: I don't Jac: I'm broken Jac: I don't even want to be a person now Amelia: I don't want to find that relatable Amelia: but it is Jac: fuck's sake Jac: see, why would I choose this? Jac: even if they're weird, this never happens to straight people Amelia: of course it does Amelia: Savannah's parents are fucked Jac: just because they don't love each other no more Jac: when they got together, I'm sure they both knew Amelia: still, her mum's so broken she's barely a person Jac: all I'm saying is we're getting dangerously close to comparing being gay to a mental illness Jac: which is what homophobes say and I'm not trying to be the confirmation Amelia: it's not being gay, it's loving the wrong person Amelia: there are happy gays, I've met some Amelia: and your brother isn't being held back by it Jac: don't get me started Amelia: Jude's love life is messier than his Amelia: more dramatic Jac: he'll end up with a girl Amelia: you don't know that Jac: wait and see Amelia: yeah, I'll stalk him from afar like a fangirl Amelia: 🤢 Jac: it's not the same either Amelia: you love a competition Jac: yeah, this is so much fun Jac: him and Jude are the same Jac: it doesn't mean anything to them, so they aren't getting hurt Jac: they don't care, it's not serious Amelia: you've got me, we're very much the same Amelia: in this anyway Jac: I don't want to love anyone ever again Amelia: then don't Jac: that's why I have no friends Amelia: yeah well you don't need them, that's the line and the lie, right? Jac: it's not funny Jac: I can't be trusted Jac: with any kind of relationship with a girl Amelia: I'm not laughing because me either Amelia: I make bad choices and I'm proven stupid, remember Jac: it's so fucking isolating Amelia: school is anyway Amelia: we're all in boxes Jac: you never used to hate it this much Amelia: now you understand how much I hate everything Amelia: how exhausted I am Amelia: it'd be nice to have the solidarity if it wasn't so horrible Jac: I'm just trying to get used to it Jac: accept it Amelia: at least you don't have to see her every day Amelia: maybe that'll make it different Jac: I never get to see her again Amelia: you don't know that either Jac: I do Jac: she's unlikely to stop by when she's seeing her mum Amelia: you verbally recoiled from me, ruined my birthday, nobody would call it likely that we're talking Jac: naive optimism is exactly what got you here Jac: don't even need to scroll for the reminder Amelia: ouch Amelia: you always find new ways to hurt me Jac: you really did just say you made bad choices and were stupid Jac: continuing this conversation is just another one for the list, probably Amelia: I can say it and do so you don't need to Jac: alright, alright Amelia: you're blocked though, this is the only place you could try to Jac: I could make another post but the point has been made well enough I reckon Amelia: it's not my birthday now so there's no point Amelia: ⛅ Jac: sod you then Jac: don't want you getting the wrong impression Amelia: 😂 bit late for that Jac: yeah Amelia: my dad'll be up soon I'll just wait ☕ Amelia: don't need you to entertain me any further Jac: you gonna tell him about your shit birthday Amelia: I'll tell them both we broke up and they'll be thrilled Amelia: it's all they want to hear Jac: you can tell them it was my fault, it doesn't matter to me Amelia: why would I do that? Jac: dunno, but having someone else's parents take over and shout at me for a bit might be mildly entertaining Amelia: they think I'm over you, they want me to be better Amelia: I'm not going to ruin the lie Jac: rude Jac: but fine Jac: guess you don't owe me Amelia: no, I don't Jac: enjoy your coffee then Amelia: it'll taste disgusting like it always does Amelia: the biggest lie of all Jac: you aren't as exhausted and sad as you say you are Jac: the taste would've been acquired by now, you massive child Amelia: I've had to hide it longer than you Amelia: I'm just more skilled and hilarious Jac: so you're better at being sad? Jac: and I love a competition 🙄 Amelia: 😏 Amelia: I've acquired a taste for anything with a high enough alcohol content, there you go Jac: I was drunk before I got there and that was still apparent Amelia: haven't needed stitches yet Jac: that's something Jac: anyway, how'd you figure you've had to hide it longer? Amelia: because I have Amelia: you were sitting pretty on a ☁ with Savannah for ages Amelia: nothing could touch you up there Jac: that's where you're wrong Amelia: I'm not letting you win again Jac: 😏 Jac: it's not like I was fucking boys because I thought I wanted to Amelia: okay 🏆 no need to make me cry thinking about that Jac: they aren't that bad Jac: well, usually Jac: just not as interesting, it didn't make sense Jac: why we would waste time we could be together instead Amelia: it's really sad Amelia: as 💔 it was seeing you with lads, I thought it was at least what you wanted Jac: they aren't the ones that made me 💔 Amelia: I know but Amelia: I can't imagine doing that, or how it would make me feel if I thought I had to Jac: well you're much softer than I am Amelia: excuse me, it took you years to break me, Savannah did the same to you in 1 Amelia: you're not that hard Jac: I think that says more about Savannah than it does you Jac: but alright Amelia: right, because she's so perfect Amelia: I actually can't compete Jac: shut up Amelia: it's true Jac: it isn't that simple, I keep saying Amelia: it's as simple as you've already said, she's straight and I'm not Amelia: it was safer for you, except it wasn't Jac: you make it sound Jac: ugh Amelia: isn't it? Jac: you think I'm a right cold, calculating bitch Jac: and I'm not saying you're wrong but it was nice when you thought otherwise Amelia: we can't go back, you really drilled that into me Jac: I know Jac: oh well Amelia: oh well? that's the best you can do, yeah? Amelia: doesn't sound very calculating and well planned out Jac: because it's all over Jac: the only thing I've got left is uni and the career I want Jac: nothing else can or is going to exist Amelia: that's more than I've got Amelia: I haven't exactly been concentrating on my app Jac: well you're going to run away and find your Thelma aren't you Amelia: you ruined that fantasy with reality Jac: yeah right Jac: you're still a hopeless romantic Amelia: with a 🚗 I can't drive yet Jac: have you had any lessons yet Amelia: no Amelia: I keep asking my dad but he's always too busy Jac: go ask him now Amelia: I've drank too much to go now Jac: well duh but he'll feel so bad for you he'll make time tomorrow or whatever Amelia: and we're back to calculating Jac: someone has to if you wanna be wild and free Amelia: 😂 Jac: how early is it Jac: will the library be open Amelia: it's weird that the library is still open at any hour Amelia: you're literally the only person who ever goes there Jac: excuse me, only child Jac: you try and study with a house full of annoying kids and dogs Amelia: I'm fine with a 🏠 swap, I don't feel like studying Jac: yeah only if you make it permanent Amelia: you wouldn't take my guest room for a night, I don't think I'd be able to make that happen Jac: because you were there Amelia: rude Jac: sensible Amelia: nothing's going to happen Jac: yeah exactly Amelia: what does that mean? Jac: it means we aren't going to be friends Amelia: why not? Jac: I told you why Amelia: I'm not asking you to care about me, I'm saying I'm here for you Jac: No Jac: I wasn't joking when I said I can't have friends Amelia: I know you weren't Jac: that includes you Jac: especially you Amelia: okay Jac: okay Amelia: good morning then Jac: 👋

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Buster & Rio

Buster: Can't get over how you spoilt me Buster: Gutted it's only one a year like Rio: I did alright then? Good, you deserve as much Rio: You're not that posh, only the Queen gets two, like Buster: Gotta step up my game if you reckon that Buster: Poshest normally, ain't it? Loving and hating it from me Rio: I would've got you more but as per you're awkward 😉 Rio: At least your birthday isn't December so you still get a Christmas, people take the piss, it is NOT near enough that one gift covers it 😤😂 Buster: No arguments that you love that Buster: I promise I won't do you that way, babe Buster: So what are we doing to keep the party vibes going? Rio: 😘 Good to know you plan on sticking around that long Rio: Purely for the gift, of course Rio: I was thinking we could go to Amuse on Dawson Street Rio: You'll like it Rio: Grace wants to babysit but Jay could go to my fams so there's more people than just her to keep an eye Rio: if you're up for it? Buster: 'Course. Gotta top your Gucci and it's not like your birthday's that late into December, not as if you're tying me down until summer Buster: Yeah? Buster: Sounds as though it's a decent plan to me Rio: You so don't, the Gucci covers about 10 years of presents probably, I'm set 😍 Rio: Good, 'cos I've got reservations already so I was hoping you'd say that Rio: Not really Indie's speed or part of my plan to be the sad single diner Buster: Yeah I do, I was going subtle there, that's the opposite to how birthday's should be Buster: How long have I got to make myself look irresistible? Rio: Don't worry, you've got plenty more to come yet Rio: about an hour, time to get Jay snoozing too, so you won't miss any time with her Rio: all part of my master plan Buster: You've proper thought of everything Rio: Did you doubt me? Buster: Not for a second Buster: But bonus points for not getting distracted about how grateful I'm gonna be Rio: Its definitely a nice bonus Rio: but today and tonight is all about you Buster: Fuck Buster: As much as I wanna be all smooth about how nothing pleases me more than pleasing you, how can I refuse like Buster: Still gotta, 'cause where's the fun in giving in, yeah? Rio: I don't mind the challenge, nah Rio: I'll be easy enough for the two of us Buster: Don't get a day off when it's a chore Buster: not* Rio: Ugh, stop being so perfect Buster: Can't Buster: No sorry though Rio: Me either Rio: Can't lie Buster: Are you gonna surprise me with what you're wearing or do I get a sneak peak now? Rio: Definitely a surprise Rio: What birthdays are all about Buster: Fair, like also unfair but Rio: What you gonna do? Still gotta be a good boy and have your mains before your dessert, even on your Birthday Buster: I'm never that good, birthday or not Rio: True 😂 Rio: Who am I kidding? Rio: Good's no fun unless I'm being good for you Buster: 😈 Rio: Wish it could stay like this always Rio: just us and her Buster: Me too Buster: Don't think she'd be mad about it either Rio: Shame kidnapping is so frowned upon Buster: So are we though Buster: Maybe we should just say fuck it Rio: Oh, I forgot to mentioned illegal Rio: That too Buster: I'll run rings around the law with my knowledge, no worries Rio: Fair Rio: I believe it Buster: It's why I love you Buster: All the faith in me Rio: Oh Rio: No fair, you surprised me with that one Rio: Say it again though Buster: I love you Rio: How much Buster: So fucking much Buster: I'll show you Rio: Patience Rio: I'm trying to be nice and respectable Rio: Buy you dinner first Buster: Patience is for people that are waiting for something better Buster: I've got the best here Buster: Buy me dinner in the middle Rio: Get on your knees and start praying we have an unobservant driver, baby Buster: I'll get on my knees for you but there's no need to waste time praying unless you wanna treat me like a god, babe Buster: Throw enough money about and you can have all the privacy you want Rio: You know I will Rio: Having you throwing out all the blessing and curses, trust Buster: Yeah? Buster: We'll see Rio: You will Rio: I already know all the things I'm gonna do for you Buster: That a surprise too? Rio: Depends how well you know me Rio: and I know you, and what you want Rio: doesn't it Buster: Fucking hell, just 'cause I'm another year older doesn't mean you can kill me Rio: I'm just being nice daddy 😇 Buster: Says you Rio: So mean! 😾 What can I do to make you happy? Buster: Thought you didn't have to try, babe Rio: I don't have to Rio: I want to Buster: Fuck Buster: Well how can I say no to that Rio: Please don't Rio: I want you so bad Buster: How bad Rio: This much Rio: [Sends nude] Rio: Doesn't count as a spoiler because I'm not dressed yet Buster: I don't hate spoilers you know that Buster: I want you to want me more than ever Buster: And 'cause it's my birthday you have to grant my wish Rio: You typically get three Rio: but you know you can have it all when it comes to me Rio: Just let me know Buster: Good. I want everything Rio: You already got it daddy Buster: [Sends a pic that also isn't spoilers] Buster: So do you Rio: I can't Rio: how do you get me even hotter when I was already about to explode Buster: Must be how well I know you Buster: So that answers that Rio: Wanna come in here and get to know me better? Rio: Ugh, I'm dead Buster: 'Course Buster: But I'd hate to ruin the surprise of how good you're looking Rio: No you wouldn't Rio: but you love teasing me, that's for sure Buster: Maybe Rio: See? Can't help yourself Buster: Do you really want me to? Rio: Hmm Rio: Not yet Rio: You'll know when I'm ready for the real thing Buster: Good Rio: Speaking of, how you getting on? Buster: Jay's good to go and I'm working on it Rio: Awwh Rio: She's so adorable Buster: [Sends a selfie of him and Jay] Buster: Not a spoiler 'cause she's pulling focus off my look Rio: 😍 Rio: Such a heartbreaker Rio: You're so lucky Buster: I know Buster: I'm gonna take her over to Grace and co now, they've said it's alright Rio: Good stuff Rio: Want me to meet you there Rio: I won't come in, obviously Buster: I was gonna say Buster: Don't get spotted like Buster: Jay'll fall asleep in the car as standard so hopefully I won't be long dropping her off Rio: Been doing this long enough Rio: I think I know what I'm doing, boy Rio: Come here if you like then Buster: I trust you Buster: Come to me Rio: Yes sir Buster: I can't wait to see you Rio: Me either Rio: Even though it hasn't been that long since I was there Rio: I still missed you Buster: Yeah. It feels long to me Buster: Shame I can't just move you in Rio: Parents might have something to say about that when they show up Buster: Indie too, but for different reasons Rio: Room for a little one? Rio: Can basically hear her already Buster: Same Buster: She's worse at shutting up than even you are Rio: I'll tell her that Buster: Please do Buster: Her heart eyes kill me for a different reason that yours, trust me Rio: Look how well being a dick worked on me tho 😜 Buster: And Chlo Buster: Maybe not then Rio: Mhmm Rio: Oh the dangers of being too damn irresistible Rio: No one warned you, did they? 😂 Buster: You could've, but nah Rio: Selfish? Me? Buster: Never. You're such a giver Buster: And about to prove it like Rio: You know it Buster: I love it Rio: So, far as Birthdays go Rio: Not bad? Buster: I've had worse Rio: I'll take it Buster: Don't worry, I've still got more to give you Rio: I love you Buster: I love you too Rio: Oh, forgot to say Rio: We're on double celebrations tonight Buster: Yeah? Rio: I got a new job! Rio: Better one Buster: I didn't doubt it would be Buster: Well done, babe Rio: Yeah, club promotion stuff, basically Rio: It'll be more fun at any rate Buster: You won't be begging me to distract you on the night's when the pub is dead Rio: Gutted? Buster: It'll save your ego at least Rio: I ain't never too proud to beg babe Buster: Well I'm proud of you babe Buster: This job is gonna be good for you I reckon Rio: I know it ain't a career like but Rio: every little helps when you ain't a brainbox Buster: Shut up Buster: You're well smart Rio: Not like you lot, you and Nance and Junie Buster: You are Buster: Full package and don't forget it Rio: It's cool, I work what I got Rio: but you're cute Buster: You have brains too Buster: Being academic and smart ain't the same thing Buster: You wouldn't call Indie thick, would you? Rio: Of course not Buster: Well then Buster: I'm not hearing it about you Rio: 🙊 Rio: Not another word Buster: Good Buster: You keep up with me, that should tell you everything you need to know about how smart you are Buster: Not to mention everything you saw through about me Rio: That's just people Rio: and I've met all sorts Buster: What happened to not another word? Rio: I can't let you just say all this stuff and say nothing Rio: You could say anything next 😜 Buster: So what? Buster: You're not scared are you? Rio: Never Buster: You already know I love you what could be scarier than that like Rio: Going back to the bullshit Rio: Or you stopping Buster: Not gonna happen Buster: Don't worry Rio: Then I ain't Buster: Me either Rio: Ready Buster: I'll come and grab you Rio: Yeah, yeah Rio: Wish you would Buster: Don't waste the wish Buster: Already guaranteed Buster: Could literally carry you away before any of your fam sees you. You're so small Rio: I am not Rio: You're just big Buster: Yeah I am but you're also small Rio: 😡 Ain't you heard what they say about short girls? Rio: I'll fuck you up Buster: Yeah? Is that promise or a threat? Rio: A bonafide guarantee if you carry on Buster: Then you know I have to Buster: You're so fucking hot Rio: Take my rage seriously! 😏 Buster: Believe me I am Buster: It's just seriously sexy Rio: Perv Buster: I can be Buster: If that's how you want it Rio: Better be Rio: Keep up with me, boy Buster: Not about to stop now like Buster: Got a rep here Rio: and I weren't promised no gentleman Buster: Just as well 'cause I've arrived in his place

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