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246sn · 3 years ago

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runaway bride ( ✶ ) bonus chapter : this always happens

⋆ don’t forget to read the written chapter below! % word count: 0.8k

⸝⸝ SYNOPSIS ‎𐪆 right when you thought you could run away from your past life as a figure skater by being an idol, you meet the sole person who made you want to leave that life behind in the first place. ₊˚✸ ༘

you watched as both the ceo’s walked out of the room with them feeling proud of themselves for the successful meeting.

sowon linked her arms with yours before leading you both outside of the meeting room, not forgetting to flash sunghoon yet another glare on her way out.

“he’s so brave for going in there and pretending you two were closer than you actually were. then he proceeds to get bribed with lotte world tickets like… isn’t enhypen like rich rich why can’t he just buy his own tickets!” sowon ranted, not caring about anyone listening to her.

before she knows it, you both bumped into someone, causing sowon to unlink her arm from yours.

“woah, watch where you’re going.”

the rest of the story is below!

to stop the glitch :]

sowon’s eyes widened when she noticed who you both bumped into. “he he he hee heeseung sunbae. hahaha hi. new hair! nice hair. i mean- nice shoes. i mean- i should go… bye.”

she runs away, leaving you to stand there dumbfounded on what you just witnessed. heeseung has been bumping into your group for way too long now, it’s kind of suspicious. most of the time he’s with sunoo but for some reason, your really handsome buddy friend wasn’t with him this time.

before you know it, someone held your hand, said a quick “thanks heeseung hyung!” and pulled you into a dark corridor.

“sunghoon? what was that all about?”

everything in your mind went man, fuck park sunghoo- until he pulled you into a tight hug that made all the butterflies in your stomach erupt like crazy.

“i’m sorry i chose the lotte world tickets over your choice. i thought about it and maybe it’ll be a good thing? you, me, lotte world… it would be a date.”

date?! did he really say date? a date that would be filmed? ynhoon first date?????? being filmed???? obviously you were going to say no, that’s not cool.

“i would like that, yeah.” oh, okay. you weren’t going to say no after all.

sunghoon let go of you to finally take a look at your face, as if he hasn’t been doing that for the entire meeting.

“it would be fun and i promise i’ll protect you from all my crazy fans, okay?” he said while reaching down to hold your hands.

you two talked a little bit more after that, even planned what you both were going to be doing together later that day… but there was something you realized during this time.

there’s something wrong with park sunghoon. he’s becoming too much for your heart to handle… he wasn’t even like this during your skating days… but you kinda liked it.

maybe.. just maybe sunghoon was trying to make up for the time you both lost when he left. either way, you love how he's trying his best to win the heart he’s already won since you were both young.

it was kind of frustrating as well. didn’t you hate sunghoon? wasn’t he the one who ghosted you for two years and suddenly showed up out of nowhere? what’s up with that!

maybe you don’t hate sunghoon? did you ever hate sunghoon?

unbeknownst to you and sunghoon, sunoo and niki have been exploring around the entire hybe building looking for a good but discrete area to play a brand new video game they discovered and wanted to gatekeep if it was good.

heeseung was accompanying them but he bumped into sowon and they didn’t notice he was missing until it was too late. even if one man was down, they must continue their quest.

“sunoo hyung! whyd you sto- oh.” niki said, looking at exactly what sunoo was looking at.

niki was probably just as confused as sunoo. looking at the sight, you and sunghoon definitely did not look like a couple of childhood friends trying to catch up.

didn’t sunghoon tell niki that he didn’t like you in that way? so why is he looking at you as if he said what he said on opposite day?

“are childhood friends not supposed have any personal space among each other..?” niki asked in a low tone while pointing to you and sunghoon enjoying yourselves as if you both were the only two people in the world.

“come on, i doubt there’s any good places here.” sunoo began briskly walking away from what he just saw.

“did you know about this, sunoo hyung?”

sunoo stops in his tracks and lets out a frustrated sigh, “this always happens.”

“what do you mean by that, hyung?”

“nothing, i just see them together often.”

“so why aren’t you doing anything to stop them?”

“what?” sunoo began, letting out a breathy laugh in disbelief with what niki had just said. “sunghoon hyung looks really happy with her, i don’t want him to be sad.”

“so in return you’re going to be sad instead? hyung, that’s not cool… you should probably take your chances as soon as possible. at least you’re genuine with your feelings! sunghoon hyung is probably playing with her feelings. he told me he didn’t like her!”

something about what niki said sparked something inside of sunoo, something he never knew he had in him.

usually, sunoo cares more about his members being happy than himself. it’s just in his nature. but maybe being selfish just once is good, right?

“you know what? maybe i will do something about it.”

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krabmeat · 3 years ago

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𝟷𝟶𝟶 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜? 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢? 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔? 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛?

HELL YEAH FELLAS YOU HEARD THAT RIGHT!! FIRST MAJOR MILESTONE BAYBEEEE LETS GOOOOOO!!

guys, i really dont think you see how insanely mental this is. like what?!?! i joined here cause a friend of mine was gushing about a writer here and eventually convinced me to get tumblr. they called me their "noob reading friend /affectionate" and now look at me!! not even a year in and ive gained a crowd? thats so damn cool to think about!! to think that this many people are willing to put aside time in their day to read some fics made by me, im floored man!! all in all though, i have no one to thank but my wonderful mutuals and followers who have helped floor and construct the fantastic beginnings of this blog. which is why im here to bring you all this event that i sincerely hope you guys enjoy!

🦑KRABS KAN MAKE WRITING EVENTS WOW!!🦑

ALRIGHT FELLAS, IM DOING A WRITING EVENT!! HERES THE RULES AND PROMPTS NOW BOSSMEN!

~rules~

only 2 people per prompt

despite me not writing romantic fics yet, all participants are absolutely welcome to!

no smut/nsfw, im not that kind of blog and i do plan on reading entries so please dont submit anything related!!

any and all fics glorifying and supporting bigoted or misogynistic ideals will not be tolerated or respected. this is non-negotioable but if the fic has any of this that results in the putting down of or generally recognizing these ideals as negative then that is completely fine!

you are to use the quote prompts in your fic (im gonna be loose on this though so dw!! :DD)

you can use as many different prompts as youd like!!

please keep submissions in mcyt territory as thats who i write for most. but this doesnt confine to just mcyts in the dsmp! go wild dudes, hermitcraft, third life, pop off!!

keep all fics for minors platonic and platonic ONLY

generally know and respect the boundaries for ccs

when asking for a prompt, please put who you will be writing for!!

TAG ME IN YOUR FICS!! I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH PLEASE ID ADORE IT IF YOU TAGGED ME SO I CAN READ YOUR WONDERFUL WORK!!

you can use and interpret the prompts any way you want! doesnt matter if its in the angst section, you see fluff potential? go for it, vice versa!!

~prompts~

~fluff~

"I swear, if you make us late one more time I'll tape a clock to your wrist." "Isnt that a watch-?" "Shut it!"

"Look! I think it likes me!" (@ohworm-writes with cc!beeduo)

"Man, how did I catch such a good person?"

"Yknow, your parents really did something great when they made you."

"WELL HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT WOULD HAPPEN?!" "THERE ARE WARNING LABELS RIGHT THERE!"

"Take a picture, itll last longer~" "Okay!" "Wait you actually did that-?"

"That does NOT fit you." "Yeah it does! Just gotta roll it up a bit!"

"You aren't 'built different', you're just stupid." (@ohworm-writes with cc!tommy @jschllatt with cc!sapnap

"If it ever happens again, tell me. You know i adore you."

"Well..they dont even deserve you anyways! Just look at you- gorgeous!!"

~angst~

"KEEP F*CKING WALKING, THEN! CANT EVEN FACE YOUR OWN DAMN PARTNER! (or friend! :])"

"No, youre amazing!" "Then why arent i treated like it?"

"Do it again, see if i care."

"Guys..? GUYS! THEY ARENT MOVING!"

"Put the damn drink down and talk to me!"

"Its about time you get whats due, you know."

"So not only do you think im stupid, but you also think im still naive?"

"Just take me seriously for once in your damn life!"

"You'd better start running in the next 5 seconds."

"What do you take me for, a joke?!" "Wasnt that obvious?"

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now that thats done, heres the ask game part of the event!!! send me the corresponding emoji in my ask box and ill respond!

👽~ ill tell you a weird or memorable occurance that has happened on tumblr between friends and moots!

😳~ ill kin assign you and try to guess who you kin! (friends and moots only)

🍒~ ill rate your blog aesthetic on a scale of 1-10

🥀~ ill give you a bunch of emojis that remind me of you! (friends and moots only)

😎~ ill tell you obscure things i think are very neat!

🌺~ ill tell you a random interesting fact i know!

🦑~ if you send me a description of yourself, personality etc then ill write you a short ship fic with a mcyt!! specify if you want it to be platonic or romantic and if you want it to be c! or cc!(this is to work on my romantic writing!! friends and moots only)

💃~ ill tell you songs that remind me of you! (friends and moots only)

📕~ ill tell you something small or obscure i secretly think about you! (friends and moots only)

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now...onto the final part- HONOURABLE MENTIONS!!!

@myceliummenace ~ these guys got me into tumblr, some of my closest friends and theyve been supporting me since day one. i couldnt be happier to breathe the same air as these guys, they all deserve a crown and if you disagree i will chomp your hand

@niceimafan ~ an absolute saint!! i came across inks former writing blog and fell in love with both them and their wonderful work /p!!!! theyve helped me through some hellish times and are all around so damn open and accepting

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@ohworm-writes ~ ahhh wormmm, delightful all around and just a sweetheart....BUT THEYVE GOT SHENANIGANS- as well as being extremely skilled as well like, dayummm!!! i live for our bond over fandoms outside of the mcyt fandom and i feel blessed to have you be a moot! much love, dear!

@marcooze ~ bro....whyd you have to do me like that dude? being so gosh damn kind and accepting like that like sheesh all the stuff you reblog is gold!!! it can be the most cracked out post or the most serious and informational one. idgaf that youre a reblog blog, you mean the world to me and i shall place a supple kiss on your hand as bros do <3

@ramzawrites ~ THE FIRST WRITERS BLOG IVE EVER FOLLOWED!!! ramza dear, if no one has ever told you how iconic you are then PLEASE LET ME BE THE FIRST!!! everything you do leaves me in awe and despite your talent, you still have miles and miles of kindness and generosity? you are one in a million, ramza. you deserve everything and please know how much you mean to me. thank you for supporting me so much for so long, and i hope your days are filled with really cool rocks :]]

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xserpentlife · 5 years ago

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Care *Smut*

Requested: Kinda, mentioned this yesterday, started as a request but when elsewhere. Orig Request here: Hey hun ease can I have a ddlg little girl smut imagine with sweetpea or fp jones not bothered which where I have been a brat all day and he punishes me thanks so much xx.

A/N: This was created and I accidently went somewhere other than the request, I am also using this as one of the bingo spots on my card: Aftercare.

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 2339

There was something off with you today and Sweet Pea could tell from the start. First it was waking you up, you didn’t want to, which was not much different than usual, however, this time you actually cried and Pea didn’t know what to do. You weren’t in pain, you weren’t going through anything really. He just held you while you cried and then eventually got you dressed and to school.

Finally at school when pulling in the drive you began to calm down.

“Wanna tell me what that was about?”

“I dunno, Daddy.”

Another odd thing to add to the list for the day. You were his little girl, mostly only in bed though, and once in a while after play when you slipped into little space. It was very, very odd and concerned him that you were calling him daddy in a non sexual manner while at school. You were often a brat in public, using daddy to turn him on, but this was entirely different.

“Baby girl talk to me”

“Gotta school daddy”

“Be a good girl in class and don’t say anything okay, I’ll see you during free hour”

“Okay daddy” you kissed him on the cheek something you always did while in little space

He was afraid you’d get found out, your kink and little space would be exposed and it would put you in even more of a rut. See no one really knew of yours and Peas' relationship except one or two people. You keep it secret, it is deeply personal. You went through a lot of trauma, falling into little space is your way of dealing with stress and hard times, he could usually make it better pretty quick but this time he had no idea why you fell into little space so hard and so quick. I mean you had both been busy the past few days. Not seeing much of each other than in passing and at night when falling asleep, but you never hid anything from him, and you hadn’t mentioned anything bad at all, so the fact you slipped without him knowing or detecting it made him so upset with himself. He knew he shouldn’t have sent you into class, but you had a test you absolutely could not miss and he was hoping you’d be okay alone. He has learned that when in little space you cling to him like a bear. Turning to your little side is your safe space, but without Pea there would be none of that at all. He is like the base to your tower.

The class could not have ended faster for him, he needed to see you and make sure you were all right. He always waited for you by the lockers. He watched and waited but hadn’t found you. He walked to your classroom and saw the teacher yelling at you. He walked in, not caring about anything in the world, plus he didn’t have this teacher for math. But saw you crying eyes watering red and puffy.

“What the fuck is going on”

“None of your business son, you can’t just barge in my classroom like that”

“I can damn well barge in here when your yelling and up in a girls face for no goddamn reason sir, plus no one fucking talks to my girlfriend like that I don’t care if you’re her teacher or not. You can speak to her on monday” Pea dragged you out of the room, grabbing your hand in the process. Tears still streaming down your face he brought you to a corner in the rec room, thankfully no one was in there, because your friends are usually the only ones there and they were all in class except fangs, but he was with Kevin. All you did was cry as he sat you down, no words coming out of your mouth. He loved you so goddamn much and seeing you cry was always a struggle for him.

“Princess you gotta talk to me or I can’t fix it or at least try to make it better” You shook your head pouting up at him

“Baby c’mon please whyd id he yell at you”

“Said… said i was bad at math and, and then he...” you started balling again.

“He got bad at me cause I got done early and it was so bad, but he, he got mad also cause I got done early and drew on my paper. I don’t get it daddy you always say I can draw!”

“Baby you didn’t do anything wrong”

“He… he yelled yes I did daddy he got mad. Was my drawing not good daddy”

“Im sure it was perfect aby, but sometimes there are things we just can’t draw on”

“Wanted to color but no pages, thought I could make a pretty picture but…” You cried one again Fangs walking into the room Pea glancing back at him.

Fangs found out you had a little space when he had walked into the trailer one day completely beat up and you were coloring on the floor while pea ran to the store.

*Flashback*

“Pea I need… Y/N?” HE saw you sitting on the floor onesie on coloring away on a giant page.

“Hi Fangsy, come color, Fangsy color, pleaseeeeeee”

“Y/N I need you to patch me up”

“I, Uh… fangsy hurt?

“Yeah, can you get me ice and a bandage?”

“Mhm, '' you nodded walking over to the freezer, grabbing the ice before heading to the bathroom and bringing it all back over to fangs. You leaned down pacci hanging from your shirt.

Pea walked in then starting fangs down when he walked through the door.

“What the fuck Fangs!”

“Sorry bro im hurt, I just walked in I didn’t”

“Don't yell daddy! Fangsy hurts”

“Sorry baby girl, can you go into the bedroom and i'll be in, in a minuted”

“You nodded kissing him before walking off to the bedroom” That was the night Fangs learned about your little space. It only made sense he would find out. Him and Pea were always together, so that means you are always there too. SOmetimes you were good at suppressing it, and hiding it but other times it wasn’t so easy. Fangs didn’t necessarily get it at least not at first, neither did pea, but they both supported and were there for you entirely . Fangs was a good support system and closest to Pea, meaning when Pea couldn’t be there, he was.

*end flashback*

“Aww pretty lady why you crying” If pea couldn't calm you down, fangs would come in making you laugh and forget about it.

“Bruce didn’t like my picture”

“Well that means an old man is just an ass hat, I bet your picture was absolutely stunning. Just like its creator, a true artist”

“I not that good”

“Mhm you sure are, i think you should draw me a picture for my apartment, could you do that?”

“Mhm” you nodded your head smiling. Fangs got you distracted long enough to stop crying and calm down some.

“Baby girl yo okay now” you nodded your head slightly still clinging onto him “baby we gotta get to class…”

“Wanna go home”

“Baby we..”

“Want home Pea, need you… please, wanna forget” he knew exactly what it meant. Sometimes you wanted to color, have food made for you, a bath run with pea in it, and other times you wanted him and only him, not just cuddling you want more.

“Okay, let’s go...” He didn’t hesitate, he knew what you needed. In that moment he knew everything.

He tried letting you go to stand up but you didn’t want to. You clung onto him like a bear in the wild. You loved Pea, you needed Pea in more ways than you could even explain. Fangs grabbed the keys from his pocked and unlocked the truck as Pea placed you in.

“Thanks bro”

“She gonna be okay”

“Mhm she’ll be fine just needs some time today to decompress”

“Okay, I know you got her but call if you need anything, and i'll cover for you in class”

“Always bro, and thanks again”

You got to his trailer as he led you to the bedroom sitting you down slowly. He grabbed the silk ties from the bottom drawer slowly kissing along you wrists as he tied them together.

“Baby are you sure”

“Yes daddy want you”

“Okay Princess but you know your safe word right?”

“Mhm..”

“Can you tell me?”

“Avacadoooo” He chuckled to himself lightly remembering back ot the time that you created the safeword. You thought it was so funny because the first time you used it he wasn’t hurting you at all, but you were so overpleasured you couldn’t go on, out you screamed avacadooooo as both you and him simalteanosly ignished. Its one of his funnies and best memories of the two of you.

By now, the amount of times you had been together he could read you like a book. The emaming of every movement the change in tone of every breath sound, he knew ever bit and piece of you, and your life and you wouldn’t have it any other way”

“Good girl” he began tying your hands to the bedpost.

“Want you to fuck me hard daddy, wnat to hurt, want to forget” when you were so subby that you slipped into little space forhours you wouldn’t always know what you needed or wanted. Pea knew you didn’t need to be fucked you needed love.

“You ready baby”

“Yes daddy”

You felt his body press lightly onto your own, he began kissing you, heading up to your neck, probably one of your weakest spots.

“Daddy not fair, you have your clothes on”

“Wanna take them off princess” You pouted up at him, you couldn’t you were tied.

“Well guess they stay on” You began to whimper eyes filling slightly

“Hey hey princess no crying tonight okay, want you happy”

“Always happy with you daddy” He took of his clothes bringing his body to yours once again. His cock already hard. You atche dhim come up to you, his lips ghosting over your own. HIs tip tickled over your entrance as you whimpered for more. He began thrusting slow short at first, then deeper as he went. The quicker they got the more you moaned. His hand found its way up to your neck, a firm grip, your breath halting for a moment. The feeling arousing you to no end. You felt your orgasm building.

“You like that princess”

“Yes daddy” he untied your wrists with a pull, your arms making there way around his neck as he thrusted into you . Head in the crook of his neck you moaned out.

“Daddy I can’t”

“Gonna cum for me princess”

“Mhm, yes fuck daddy”

“Fuck.” He cried out. CUmming as you came, eyes rolling back into your head he watched you come undone. YOu let out a loud moan of his name, as you felt his hand tighten by accident a second wave of pleasure passed through the both of you. He kissed you on the lips as he laid down next to you, pulling you to his chest. Your breathing remained heavy, your orgasm being one of the stronger ones you've had with pea.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?” Worry overcame him. He never wanted to hurt you. He never wanted to be that guy. He always made sure to protect you, always made sure to make sure that you were okay.

“No you didn’t daddy” you smiled, your eyes fluttering shut as his lips pressed to your forehead.

“I’m gonna run your bath and get you water okay” being with someone for so long helped you realize what they needed after certain things. For you water was number one. A bath always comes second due to the ties and your skin. Luckli silk helped you not get hurt, but it still could leave marks especially with how hard you pull to get away.

He came back and moved the blanket off you watching his release drip out of you. He picked you up placing you in the warm water, before slipping in behind you. You whimpered as you felt him lean you back against him, your hands touching the water and the little marks stinging. It was not a pain you didn’t like. It was nothing that Pea did, everything he did was perfect, but it always made him upset.

“Baby i’m”

“No… don’t apologize, I needed it, thankyou” He leaned down kissing your shoulder blade. You both sat in the water till it became colder. Your eyes began to get heavy. He stepped out watching you shiver from the cold air, as his body heat was removed from your skin. He helped you stand up legs still weak from the session. He grabbed your lotion and helped you over to the bed to lay you down and apply it to you.

“Wanna sleep”

“No baby, not yet or at least lay down so I can cover you in your lotion okay” You laid down, as his hands casted their way over your skin you began to fall asleep, him talking as you closed your eyes. The blanket soon made its way over you, his body coming to touch your back, “I love you” You felt a kiss to your head before you fell into a sweet darkness. Waking up the next day you were better than you had been a while. You thanked him with morning kisses, getting dressed and ready for the day as you both went to Pops for breakfast. He was your rock, your night, the light in the darkness you felt, and he’d always be there.

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blaiddlleuad · 4 years ago

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Just never learnt ok? - wolfstar

The common room was deserted. Every student enjoying the last of the summer rays that shone brightly through the grounds of Hogwarts before having to board the train home for the holidays.

All except one of course.

Remus Lupin sat tucked away in the tightest most cosiest corner of the common room, eyes squinting in the dim light trying to read the last pages of his book. He didn't hear when a pair of footsteps came stumbling in and jumped at hearing his name. Cursing when he hit his head against the wall behind him.

"What you doing in there? Been looking for you. " Sirius Black stood proudly, beautiful black locks falling perfectly on his shoulders, stormy grey eyes with a sharp jawline to compliment the natural beauty that came with him.

Sirius was also tanned and Remus wondered if the boy had ever had an imperfection, it looked like the answer was no due to the fact that Sirius Black always looked devilishly handsome, even when he'd been up all night setting up a prank with James.

"Just reading, you knew that. I told you." Remus replied.

"Well come out of there, I wanna show you something."

"What?"

"It's a surprise, come on Lupin. Can't waste any more time!" Sirius was practically jumping with joy and excitement, he pulled Remus out of the tight spot and hauled him up on his feet.

Remus staggered a great 4 inches taller then Sirius's 5ft 6 but he somehow made it seem like he was the shorter one, hunching his back and slouching was much more comfortable than a straight back and a posture like a plank of wood. Sirius on the other hand made sure to rise above others in the sense of being bigger. Broad shoulders and muscles, chin up and fitted clothes to accentuate his even more perfect figure.

Remus could just die at one look at him.

"Oh alright. Lead me the way." Remus said, letting Sirius take his hand and guiding him out to the massive doors that opened up to reveal the large assembly of students situated along the lawn. Sitting down and laughing with friends. Taking in the summer sun, some students had even taken to having a dip in the lake.

Sirius continued to walk with Remus behind him until they got to the forbidden forests clearing. Out of site of the others.

"Uh pads, what we doing here?"

"It's in there."

"What is?"

"You'll just have to wait and see, come along now moony. Got no time to waste!" Sirius grinned and Remus melted more.

His and Sirius relationship was a secret between him, the other marauders, Lily and Marlene. They'd gotten together at the start of 6th year when a prank had backfired and Sirius was not able to lie for a good proportion of the day, ending up in him confessing his secrets to Remus when the two ended up alone.

Remus, thank god, recipicated these feelings and both decided to work out how to be together. Obviously this had done a excilant job and now were still wrapped around each others fingers after 7 months.

The forest was different in the day time then it was when the full moon was out and the night sky drew shadows under trees and bushes, hiding the other creatures the roamed.

The sun filtered down through the branches, birds flew up above and sang songs of sweet harmony's, rabbits hopped away and spiders span webs as the boys made a their way steadily.

"How long?"

"Not yet but soon."

A few minutes later a clearing opened and the sound of water made its way to Remus's ears. Frogs croaked and fish swam as ripples formed on the layer of blue that sparkled. A water fall in the far end covered a cave on the far side of the bank and Remus stood mesmerized by the site. With years of running around this place he's never seen this before.

"Just stumbled across it couple of day ago."

"It's, wow."

Sirius finally and reluctantly let go of Remus's hand and began to take his shoes and socks off before taking his shirt off too.

"W-what you doing?" Remus asked

"Going for a swim. You are too, now take your clothes off, just keep your pants on." Sirius smirked.

"I- what? No, Im ok."

"Oh come on, it's lovely in the water. Not cold and not too warm."

"It's not that, I just um, I er, don't like it."

"Don't like what? The water?" Sirius had now turned to watch Remus stand awkwardly off to the side, ringing his hands and gulping deeply. He looked back to the small lake and it suddenly clicked in his brain.

"Did you ever learn to swim?" He asked walking forward and taking on of Remus's hands in his.

"I, er, um, I guess not." Remus whispered looking everywhere but Sirius's eyes.

"Ok, I'm going to teach you then."

"What? Sirius no. It's ok, really I'm fine. I'll just sit on the bank."

"Don't be silly, it'll be fun. You'll love it."

Sirius waited sitting on the bank with his legs dangling in the water, splashing the fish that dared to come close to him. Remus carefully took of his clothes. Sirius has seen him a many times before; scarred and bruised, a widening pattern of lost memories and tortured turnings. He hated how he looked, opting to hide under large jumpers that were strayed at the cuffs.

But Sirius didn't hate them. He didn't like them as such because of how they happened but that didn't stop him from staring lovingly at the boy with freckles painting his face, soft blonde curls bouncing with every laugh, a hue of amber eyes escaping in the never ending land of dreams from the books that have stayed by his side.

Sirius loved the toothy grin he got, loved the hugs that held the warmth in and the terror out, love the subtle glances of adoration, loved how he could listen to an endless rant of nothing and everything. To put in short Sirius really did love Remus.

"Ok, so how you doing this?"

Sirius floated next to the bank, arms either side of Remus's legs.

"Just hold on, ok?"

"Mmm"

"It'll be ok, trust me."

"Mmm"

Sirius held firmly onto Remus's sides and lowered him into the water. Remus took a sharp breath in and closed his eyes but he trusted Sirius with everything he had left in him and let him continue to lead the way.

Has Sirius did say, the water was just right. Even with that Remus was shaking.

It wasn't like he's never gone swimming before. He'd been down the river has a child but after he was bitten his mother and father forbade him from doing anything that could harm him more than a werewolf could once a month. Since then he's not been exactly scared of water he just doesn't know what to expect. The feat of his parents had transpired to Remus and it's harder than previously thought to shake away that fear.

Remus had somehow been convinced to lay starfish on his back, staring up at the blue patched sky. Sirius was to one side, arms under his back holding him up.

"Nice isn't it?" Sirius asked

"Mmm."

"All you can say?"

"Mmm."

"Alright then, wanna try this one your own"

Remus blinked and shook his head as much a she could without swallowing some of the water.

"No, no I'm good. Stay like this."

"Aw don't be like that, just like having a bath."

"Might be useful if I had one."

Sirius was taken back. He tried to remember all the the times Remus had had a bath but none came to mind. Had he really never had one?

"You're kidding?"

"No, mum was scared I'd drown or something."

"Well nows a better time then ever to try."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Before Remus could get an answer, Sirius had begun to slowly drop his hands from supporting his back. Remus layed still and stiff, he didn't like the feeling of being alone in the water. He closed his eyes and wished it all away, pretending he was elsewhere. Reading a book on dry land, cozied up by the fireplace with a hot chocolate floating near by ready for when he needed to take a sip.

That moment didn't last long as a wave of panic rushed through him. What if his mother's fears came true? What if he drowned? What if Sirius had just left him? What if this was some cruel prank to torment with his fears to get a good laugh?

"P-pads? Y-you still there?"

"Yes, yes I'm still here. You doing great moony." Sirius brought his hand our the water and begun to sooth Remus, stroking his head and pushing his wet locks out the way.

"I don't like it anymore." He whispered

"Ok, let's go to the bank." Sirius had let Remus lach onto him. He was still on his back but his hands were gripping Sirius's arms like never before.

Remus didn't realize how far they had gone out until he opened his eyes and saw that they weren't close enough to the bank that he could get out.

"Sirius, whyd you let us get so far out?" Remus whispered again, he didn't trust himself to go any louder.

"Sorry, just did. Not that big anyways."

Sirius pried of Remus's hands off and Remus clung to the bank for dear life.

"See? Wasn't that bad?"

"Could've have been better. You didn't have to let go!"

"Sorry didn't think that you'd be so frightened by it. Look if it makes you feel any better, we'll go get ice-creams after this, yeah?"

"Ok."

Remus pressed his back against the bank, finding a ledge to put his feet on so he could stand. Sirius brought his hands to hold Remus's face, cupping his cheeks. Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius's waist and brought him close so there bodies were touching. Gently they met lips, slow and passionate.

The two had managed to climb out and layed on their backs, side by side. Hands intwined together and heads touching. Watching the trees above them and the birds flying past. They stayed in silence and they listened to the nature around them. Ice creams forgetton about.

#wolfstar #moony #remus x sirius #padfoot #oneshot #marauders fanfiction #remus lupin #sirius black

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claudemblems · 3 years ago

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I JUST FINISHED FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST BROTHERHOOD AND I AM CRYING

Here are my thoughts about the end

1. NO GREED WHYYYYY WHYD YOU HAVE TO GO AND BE AN ACTUALLY GOOD PERSON AND DIE TO SAVE LING AJSJDAK I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BEST HOMUNCULUS EVER

2. I almost cried when I realized Roy was still blind, almost cried when Dr. Marco said he could get his sight back with the Philosopher’s Stone, and almost cried when Roy said that he wanted Havoc to use it first to heal his injuries

3. Hohenheim saying he lived a happy life, taking his last dying breath by his wife’s grave, all with a smile on his face,,,, nooooo that hurt me more than it should I WANT HIM BACKKK

4. Edward giving up his alchemy to bring his brother back??? First that’s such a genius move to give up his “gate of truth” but also HE LOVES HIS BROTHER SO DEARLY ED YOU’RE TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD

5. I already knew what Alphonse was going to look like but I STILL CANT GET OVER HOW CUTE HE IS

6. And I’ve already watched the scene of Ed proposing to Winry but this time I audibly screamed when he hugged her like asodjkkadsa the height difference??? His dorky alchemist nerdiness when he said he wanted to give half his life to Winry if she’d give him half in return???? What is he so cute for???

7. Kinda feel bad for the dwarf in the flask but also he deserved his punishment. “Truth” or whatever it is lol saying that his punishment was so that “he did not boast” reminded me of a verse in the Bible that goes “...it is the gift of God--not by works, so that no one can boast”; so this line might be a reference to that verse and is said by “Truth” because the dwarf also referred to him as “god” 0_0 Maybe reading too much into that but it seems like the series has a lot of religious symbolism in the first place ;)

8. I have finally finished one of the most well-loved anime of all time and it was a fun ride. I loved seeing Ed and Al’s brotherly bond and such a well-written cast of characters. Overall I’d probably give it an 8/10. It took me a long time to get through it, but it was a great experience <3

#kat watches #FINALLY I CAN LOOK IN THE TAGS LOL #I DONT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT SPOILERS ANYMORE YAYYY

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angrylizardjacket · 6 years ago

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always been close {Roger Taylor}

Anon asked: okay i LLOOOOVe your Ben hardy/roger taylor fics and i was wondering if you could write more of them? I don't have a particular request (anything you write will probably be fantastic) but i do really like a smug or cheeky roger taylor.... so do what you want with that...

Anon asked: Could I request a Roger Taylor x reader fanfic where they’ve been good friends for years,the other members know the reader too but one day the hook up and the other members notice that something happened between them and at the end they somehow end up together.I want a lot of shocking reactions from the boys as I live for them.You don’t need to write it if you don’t like the idea.But thank you ! 💗

A/N: 2870 words. Me, cramming as many prompts into a singular trenchcoat and shoving it out into the world: are you not entertained?! also.... like, light to medium smut..... i might start writing all out smut. Not exactly what was asked for, but it was a fun time. Jealousy warning as well.

“So how do you know Rog?” Deacon smiles at you when you offer to help the boys pack up after their first show, it’s a kind smile, a smile you can trust. Brian and Roger like him well enough, and you at least trust Brian’s judgement enough to be friendly to their new bassist.

“I don’t.” You tell him, straight-faced as you haul the bass drum into the back of van. Deacon’s expression turns confused as Roger passes you another piece of equipment. Looking the newest band member directly in the eyes, you double down on the bit. “I’ve never met this man before in my life.”

“I’m getting a beer, you want your usual?” Roger calls to you, and you turn back, making a face at him. “I’m done packing up, Brian’s the only one left.” He responded to your nonverbal complaint by making a flippant gesture to the guitarist, who was clicking the last of the latches shut on his guitar case. “Drink?” He asked you again, and instead of answering you just beamed at him. Poor Deacon just looked confused.

“Pay them no mind, Deaky.” Brian said, sliding his guitar case in the back beside the bass. “It’s a blessing they’re even coherent half the time.” Brian, exasperated, turned to you. “How’d you meet Rog?” He asked, voice flat as if it were a question he’d asked a hundred times before, and you looked back at him.

“He killed me in a past life and I’m biding my time for revenge.” You responded, expressionless, to which he shook his head.

“That’s a new one.” He would give you that much, before turning to John. “Y/N and Rog grew up together.” He said by way of explanation, speaking over the top of Roger shouting from the door that they’d run out of your favourite drink, but that you could share his beer if it came to it.

“You drink piss-water and I can see mine in your hand.” You accused, while Roger leaned down, his lips at the rim of the glass that held your drink.

“These are both for me.” Somehow, he thought the best course of action was to take a drink from the one obviously for you, slurping the top of it obnoxiously.

“Children, children, get in the car.” Freddie called over the top of you both, and you took the opportunity to snatch your drink from Roger’s hand, spilling it both on him and yourself, though you still thought a crow of triumph was warranted.

“So how do you know Roger?” The girl he’s brought along to the band’s first album recording is pretty enough, dark hair, cute shorts. She smiles at you and it’s all teeth, something a little bit nasty and insinuating in her tone. It takes a moment for you to suppress your eyeroll, you’d dealt with this before any girl who was into Roger seemed to see you as competition, and as flattering as it was when the two of you started hitting the town together, it was wearing thin now.

“I’m his personal bodyguard.” You tell her, and the girl purses her lips, but doesn’t say anything else. Mary hides her laughter behind her hand, and drapes her other arm against the back of the sofa, an open invitation for you to lean against her and watch as the boys set up in the other room.

They record for hours, trying everything and anything, experimenting with everything they had, making music, dancing, living electrically for the time they had in there. The woman he’d brought takes most opportunities to throw herself on him, dance with him, keeping it relatively tame for present company, but you knew the look in his eyes, and in hers.

The last take of the night is when her thinly-veiled jealousy shtick is wearing thin on you, and you leap up after his final recording session, jostling the sleeping Mary where she was lying on your lap, running to him. Wrapping your arms around him, you let him spin you around in elation.

“That was good! That was so good, wasn’t it, Y/N?” And he’s glowing with excitement, eyes only for you. You answer in kind, gushing about the music, how excited you were for it. There’s triumph running through your veins when the other girl has to clear her throat to get his attention. He went home with her, but you still feel victorious.

It’s a feeling you’d always experienced, since you were young; at first it was only the two of you, both of you going to the same high school a district away, not knowing anyone. But Roger had a magnetism to him, and an aggression that brought in a certain type of person. You weren’t lonely, no more than any other high schooler, but for all yours and his friends, you both made damn sure to stay best friends.

It continued into university; he’d brought you in to meet the band at the first gig, and they took to you immediately, so you kept coming, would help them pack up, make yourself indispensable, earn your place as Roger’s best friend in this world he’d cultivated around himself.

And now here you were, the final gig before he and the others officially drop out to become serious musicians... Or, there you were, because after half an hour of drinking and throwing peanuts at Roger and the girl he was with - who had said the band was shit, though the drummer was cute, while in the bathroom - Roger had dragged her out to the car he had managed to scrape together enough cash for.

“Roger?” Now you’re just tired, lying in his bed, wearing his shirt. “Why’d you bring me back here? I was a dick to you, to-” you can’t remember the name of the girl he was with, but she was just trying to have a good time, you know you shouldn’t have-

“Stop talking.” He yawned as he walked into the room, wearing his pyjamas shorts and drinking from a half-filled bottle of water. When he sense you’re about to say something else, he puts up a hand, eyebrows raised at your possible defiance, and you close your mouth, sulking.

Climbing into bed with you, the two of you shift automatically, your head resting on his chest as he wrapped an arm around you, looking up at the ceiling. The two of you hadn’t shared a bed like this in years.

“Sorry.” You find yourself murmuring as he strokes your back, well, as much as he can with half of it being used as part of your pillow.

“Why’ve you gotta be like this?” He sighed, but you just tucked up closer to him.

“I thought we weren’t talking about it.” Voice low, you feel a quiet, self-deprecating laughter rumble through his chest, and his hand comes to rest at your hip, fingertips brushing against your thigh where his shirt ends. You’re waiting, holding your breath to see what he would do. You know he’s looking at, can feel his gaze on your face, but he doesn’t stop, fingers moving slowly just beneath the fabric of the shirt to your underwear. His thumb slides beneath the elastic, and finally you look up at him. He’s so serious, God, you could cut the tension with a knife, and it snaps as he does, pulling the elastic of your panties up in one quick flick and letting it snap against your side.

“Ow! That hurt, you asshole!” You laugh, shifting to prop yourself up on your elbow, but he’s already pulling you down for a kiss, grinning against you lips. It feels like it should. You fit together easily, his hand moving to keep your hips steady as you shift automatically to straddle him. “You’re such a dick sometimes.” You pull back, still grinning, lips still only inches from his. He raises his eyebrows pointedly at you, and you’re pretty sure there’s nothing hotter than Roger’s smug fucking face, as he then proceeds to graze his nails up your thighs, kissing you to swallow the whimper that escaped you.

It feels like it’s been a long time coming. It’s fun, but its not unfamiliar; you’ve known each other for so long it’s like it’s a natural progression. You can read each other like a favourite book, somehow instinctual and a little awkward, which is, well, it’s perfectly you two.

“You know what? I don’t think I’m actually sorry for cockblocking you tonight.” You mused, a little out of breath, shooting for serious. Though it takes Roger a moment to process what you said, he grins up at you, gently poking a spot on your inner thigh where he knows a hickey will bloom.

“Maybe should thank you.” He snorts, which only goes to set you off laughing again. The sound of it, warm, syrupy and at ease, it makes him grin, proud of being able to illicit such a genuine laugh from you in this situation, and soon you’re pulling him up to kiss him again, still thrumming with laughter.

No-one notices at first. Well, to be fair, you and Roger are weirdly touchy, so if he’s pinching your ass more than usual, no-one seems to care enough to comment on it. Well, you notice, but you couldn’t care less. Things between you have shifted; not gotten weird or bad, just shifted sideways. Roger’s still sleeping with any practically any girl that throws herself at him, and you’re free to hook up with anyone and everyone you like, but sometimes... you just find yourself together at the end of the night.

One night, the girl he’s talking to at the bar gives you a catty look when he’s not looking. She saw the two of you come in together, never mind the cute guy who had been buying you drinks for the past hour. Excusing the poor guy who you know is now probably going home alone tonight, you make your way to the bathroom, leaning against the wall beside it, watching Roger and waiting until you catch his eye.

He frowns slightly at you, but you just nod towards the bathroom and raise your eyebrows in silent question. It’s almost comical how fast he leaves the girl at the bar. When she follows his trajectory with her eyes, she sees you waiting; you wink at her, the grin on your face stretching into something smug as Roger wraps his fingers around your wrist, pulling you into the bathroom. Mine.

It’s not like you do that every time you go out together, just if you get bad vibes off whoever he’s with, or if she makes a face at you like you’re some sort of competition... which you are, but you don’t want to seem like it.

The thing is, Roger does it too, he’s just a tad more possessive. Sometimes he’s subtle, mentioning to you and whoever you’re with that you had to go; band rehearsals early the next morning, even though it was usually a lie. Your favourite, however, was the night you both went to a dingy little pub with a jukebox rather than a band, and the guy who had been plying you with alcohol had come back from the bathroom with a grin. You were tipsy, feeling on top of the world with this stranger’s hand on your thigh, when out of nowhere, Roger’s arms wrap around you, warm and familiar.

“You right there, mate?” The man at the bar had snapped.

“He called you a ditzy bitch in the bathroom.” Roger had murmured against your ear, low enough so only you could hear, and in your liberated state, you were ready to yell at the man, though the man had enough yelling of his own to do.

“Alright, you wanna go, mate?” He growls, standing, and your smile turns poisonous as a new thought occurs to you.

“Yeah, Rog, do you wanna go?” The soft, amused nuance in your voice conveyed such a different message that it was laughable, you turn your head to rest your forehead against his where he’s perched his chin on your shoulder. The man at the bar deflates a little as you lose interest in him, and Roger’s smile widens.

“Sounds like a plan.” She mine. It’s there in his eyes, the way he keeps an arm around you as you leave the bar, you feel it thrumming through him as pulls off your shirt in the back of his car.

Sometimes you head to bars with the boys and Mary, sometimes they still play pub gigs, and yet they still don’t seem to realise. Or, most of them don’t seem to realise.

“You and Roger are hanging out a lot.” Mary smiles at you, a glint of mischief in her eyes as you watch the boys complain about trying to fit their gear in Brian’s stationwagon.

“Of course, he’s my best mate.” Shrugging noncommittally, you hear Mary hum, unconvinced. Shooting her a suspicious look, she just shrugs in return, mimicking your own dismissive gesture.

“You want me to give you a lift home?” As if to prove Mary right, Roger calls out to you, pulling out his keys. You can feel Mary’s pointed look, and your expression falters, shaking your head with a smile, though your heart’s not in it.

“No, I-” you start, but then the rest of the band is looking at you, “there’s someone at the bar.” Gesturing over your shoulder awkwardly, you give them all a strained smile and head back inside. Catching Roger’s expression, he actually... looks hurt, and a little jealous, though he covers it up quickly.

“Can I ask you something?” The pub’s doors closed behind you, and you’re fully intending to stumble into a taxi when a voice is heard behind you. Whipping around and almost losing your balance, you spot Roger, leaning against the edge of the building.

“Do not sneak up on me like that Rog.” You admonished him, reaching an arm out to him for support, and he’s there automatically, wrapping his arm around you.

“What are we doing?” It’s actually snowing outside, and you’re tempted to say freezing my ass off, but he seems serious.

“Fuckin’ around.” You mumble, turning to wrap both your arms around him. “You’re my best friend.” Voice dreamy, you feel it when his arms tighten around you.

“Best friend.” He repeats, quietly, and you hum thoughtfully for a moment.

“Mine.” The word is firm as you speak it, and he leans back, eyebrows furrowed.

“What does that mean, Y/N?” He asked, and with the distance between you, he watches as snowflakes drifted about, settling on your closed eyelashes.

“Means I hate that you fuck other girls, Rog, but you’re my best friend and an adult so you can do what you want.” It takes you a moment to get the full sentence out around your vaguely uncooperative tongue, but when you open your eyes, he’s smirking at you.

“There was no guy at the bar.” It was a statement rather than a question, but you snorted with laughter anyways.

“’course not, you knob. Mary was getting suspicious though.” You told him, and he had to muffle a laugh at that. After a beat, you raise your eyebrows at him. “And yet, Roger, you walked all the way back here and waited until I was kicked out to spend time with me.”

“Yeah, well, gotta look after what’s mine.”

“Those look fresh.” Mary poked at the hickey on your throat, commenting loud enough for the boys to hear as the two of you draped yourselves across the sofa in the rehearsal room. Giving her a shit-eating grin, you can see Roger’s own wicked smile where he’s tweaking his drum kit.

“That’s because they are.” Swatting her away, you pulled a magazine from your bag, flipping it open.

“So the boy at the bar-?” Mary giggled, shifting to read over your shoulder, though you weren’t paying attention to the words.

“Oh no, this is all Roger’s work.” Shooting for nonchalant, you can hear the others stop their tuning as Roger continued to set up. Looking up, you can see Mary grinning out of the corner of your eye, Brian looking like he was quickly forming a headache, John frowning into space, deep in thought, and Freddie looking between the two of you.

“How long’s this been going on?” He asked, seemingly still unsure about the nature of the relationship.

“A while.” Roger supplies, which John echoes as a question.

“Year, maybe?” You look to Roger, for confirmation, and he shrugs, making a noise of vague confirmation. Brian finally unfreezes where he’s got his base in one hand, and other pinching the bridge of his nose.

“What the fuck, guys?”

#roger taylor #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor x reader #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #borhap imagine #queen #queen imagine #ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #the angry lizard writes

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kooksnoodle · 6 years ago

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first friend

pairing : jimin x reader

summary : you always had jimin by your side. he was always there for you, even though you always wonder whyd everyone thought your friendship was weird.

genre : angst, it’s not crreepy but um ! Something to note

It all started when you moved to Busan in high school. It was weird. New people, who’ve grown up together, the area felt weird too. You needed a lot of getting use to.

You, more than anyone, wanted friends. You never really had the chance to make any, and now that you’re moving, you knew everything was going to change. Not trying to be weird, but you had a little binder called the “Exploration Book” and it was filled with plans that you had when you got friends.

Maybe it was a little weird and pitiful, but you basically had dreams about how it was like to have friends. Wouldn’t it be nice to finally NOT be alone? There were so many things you wanted to do once you got into you’re new school.

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Walking into your new classroom, you eyes wandered the classroom as you’re teacher introduced you to the class. There were two empty seats left, you wanted to sit away from people, so you picked the seat that was next to the wall.

So, no one sat next to you.

Exploration Book, Entry #1 : The spot. A place that you wanted only for you and you friend(s). Somewhere that you’d basically become locals to, and that everyone would know that it was your spot.

Like, maybe that playground that you saw on your way to school. That’s be a perfect place for you, and it was really calming. If it was raining, there was a shed there next to the playground. It was a perfect place.

“Hey. You just got to this school and you’re sleeping already?” A boy said tapping your shoulder. “Wake up.”

“Who are you?” You asked rubbing your eyes and taking a look around the room, wondering where you were.

The boy sighed and got out of the seat next to you. “Get up. School is already over. Did you stay up or something? You slept through the whole day, including lunch time.” He said smiling at you. “By the way, I’m Park Jimin.”

“Hey Jimin. I’m (Y/n).” You said looking at your reflection through the window. “If I was sleeping for that long, maybe you should wake me up.”

Jimin just stared at you, like a quick pause, and rolled his eyes. “Let’s go.” He said smiling at you. “You slept all day, you didn’t get to make any friends! I might as well be your best friend.” He said walking out of the classroom. “I’ll walk with you.”

You walked next to Jimin in the hallway. “Do you not have any friends Jimin?” You asked making him look at you.

“I have you? Does that count?” He asked confused.

Both of you walked out of the school, and chatted for a while. He told you about how he didn’t like to go to school, and was suprised that someone like you came around.

Maybe you were already so comfortable around Jimin? You two clicked pretty quickly.

“Look!” Jimin said pointing to the playground. “Isn’t this a nice place?” He said running to go sit on the swings. “Come sit here.”

Your eyes brighten and you quickly sat next to Jimin. “This is what I was talking about! Isn’t it neat?” You asked slowly swinging.

Jimin looked at you and rose an eyebrow. “Honestly, it think this is a perfect hang out place.” He pointed towards the shed at the side of the playground. “If we’d like to rest, we can just go over there.”

“That’s exactly what I said!”

Exploration Book, Entry #2 : Texting Buddies. If something exciting would happen to either of you, all you guys had to do is text each other. Literally anything that would happen, you two would know right away by being texting buddies.

“Can I have your number?” Jimin asked taking out his phone. “Just so I can text you whenever we hang out in our spot.” Jimin said winking at you.

—

“I have to go.” Jimin said getting up from the swing. He looked at you confused. “What are you doing? Get up and hug me. We’re friends now.”

Ever since then, you grew so attached to Jimin. You two became best friends, and would always be with each other. It felt like a movie-perfect life you’ve been dreaming about.

“You fell asleep during our call.” Jimin said pouting as you two walked to school. “It was the story of Cinderella, and you fell asleep before the part it hits midnight.” Jimin explained.

You rolled your eyes. “What are you talking about? I listened to the whole thing.”

As soon as you two walked into class, you suddenly heard tons of small voices.

“Did you know that new transfer student.. I think she’s crazy.”

“Right? Did you not see her.. during lunch..”

Jimin pulled you to your desk and covered your ears, but you still heard the words clearly. Everyone was calling you crazy for talking to yourself, but you had no idea what they were talking about.

“Jimin. What are they talking about?”

“Nothing. They’re just being stupid.”

—

“Mom! You know Jimin right?” You explained to your mother as she prepared dinner. “He read me another fairy tale story. He’s so... funny? But, a good kind of funny.” You said making her smile brightly.

“I’m so glad that you have friends here.” Your mother said. “I hope I get to meet this boy. You’re always coming home late because you’re hanging around him all the time.”

Unfortunately, your mother went to go see you at school without you knowing. “I heard (Y/n) is really close to Park Jimin. I believe she sits next to him.” Your mother said smiling to your teacher.

Your teacher looked at your mother worried. “Is that what (Y/n) said?

Your mother looked at the teacher confused, and got lead to the classroom during your free time. She thought that maybe you were lying about having friends, and that you were alone. But—

“We don’t have a Park Jimin in our class.”

—apparently, it was another story.

Your mother knew you couldn’t see ghosts, but she was still frightened to see you talking to the empty seat next to you. Who was Park Jimin? As class started again, your mother did her best to research if he was someone who went to your school. But, Jimin wasn’t a person at all.

She followed you to the spot you and Jimin hung out. “Thank you for being there for me Jimin.” She heard your voice say to the empty swing seat next to you.

Jimin turned to you and smiled brightly. “(Y/n). I should be the one thanking you. I really love you.” He said holding your hand tightly.

“You’re my only friend, and you’re also my first friend. I’m so glad I moved to Busan.”

—

“We can’t stay here anymore.” Your mother told you the next morning. “We’re going to move back to Seoul.” She said wiping away the tears she holds in her eyes.

“Mom! What about Jimin! I’m not going to have any friends if we move to Seoul! He’s—“

“Jimin isn’t real” Your mother said covering her mouth to quiet down her sobs. “You don’t sit next to anyone at school. You don’t go hang out with Jimin at the playground, you talk to yourself there.”

“What are you talking about?” You asked completely confused with the situation your mother is telling you. “I do hang out with—“

“We’re going to move back to Seoul. You’re going to the therapist there.”

—

“This makes no sense.” You said swinging on the swing. “I don’t underrstand. She’s talking as if you aren’t real.” You said. “There’s no way. I’m not crazy to the point I make my own friends.” You said looking over to the swing next to you.

“Please tell me that you’re here Jimin.” You said getting up from your seat. Closing your eyes, you saw the boy smiling at you.

“I’m always going to be around.” Jimin said smiling at you. “No matter where you are.”

It was hard to believe. Did you really have no friends to the point that you had to make one for yourself? Why was this happening to you? Have you been talking to yourself?

“This isn’t fair.” You said crying, trying to reach out the the boy infront of you. “You’re suppose to be my first friend when I move to Busan. I’m suppose to live the best high school life with my best friend. You’re not even a ghost! You’re an imaginary friend.”

“I’m sorry (Y/n). I wish I was real.” You said to yourself at the swing set. Alone.

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thesealishere · 6 years ago

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Angus the Survival Hunter X Reader: The Rose Series

Orange roses: Fascination, Enthusiasm, Desire

[Y/N] sat on the couch, constantly checking the clock. He was late. Of course, airport traffic was always terrible, and it was also possible they’d lost his luggage or something… The list of things that could be holding him back was just about a mile long and that only made things worse. They let out a sigh and began to rearrange the orange roses that sat in the vase on the table in front of them. He’d been gone for months and they guessed an extra hour or two couldn’t be all that bad.

It had felt like forever before they finally heard the sound of a key turning in the door, their head perked up and they looked over just in time to see Angus walking in.

“I’m home! Sorry I’m late you wouldn’t believe- oof!” He began to call in but was quickly cut off by [Y/N] nearly tackling him. “I guess, you missed me huh?” He laughed, dropping his bag so he could wrap his arms around them.

“Three months, of only being able to communicate by letters, of course I missed you.” They said, resting their head on his shoulder.

“I know, I’m sorry Love.” He spoke, gently rubbing circles into their back and resting his head on top of theirs. “But I’ve got good news for ya this time!”

“What’s that?”

“I’m not leaving again for a couple a months and during that time, I’m all yours.” He told them, laughing again as he felt them hug him tighter. “Are ya gonna let me go anytime soon or are we just gonna stay like this the whole time?” He asked.

“Like this.”

“Well, it’s sure gonna be hard to sleep standing, also those pretty flowers over there will die.”

“Oh right!” They quickly let go of Angus and spun around to look at the roses, they’d actually forgotten about those. “I bought these for you. I thought you’d like them cause-“

“They represent fascination and enthusiasm, right?” He asked, walking over to the table and looking the flowers over. “And desire too if I remember correctly.” He added quickly with a small wink, grinning as he watched them flush.

“That is- That is not what I was thinking when I got those.” They stuttered out, looking away form him before clearing their throat. “Do you like them?”

“I love them! Suit me perfectly don’t ya think?”

“Well, with the meaning of fascination and enthusiasm yeah.” [Y/N] looked back to him with a smile. “You certainly have enough of both, they’re two of the many things I love about you.”

“Awwww, now you’re being sweet on me.” Angus laughed, walking back over to them and loosely wrapping his arms around their waist. “Ya know, I find you fascinatin’. Maybe after I unpack, we can go out and see what I can learn from you.”

“You’re pickup lines are still just as horrible as always I see.” They laughed, making him scoff and feign a hurt expression.

“Oi, I had to really think about that one. If you don’t start appreciatin’ the work I put into those pick-up lines, I’m gonna just have to stop them all together.” He removed one of his arms from their waist just to wag his finger at them, but they just swatted it away.

“I can only hope.” They teased, placing a kiss on his nose. “Now go unpack mister, you’ve already made me wait an extra hour for you.”

“Oh, getting bossy now huh?” He laughed as they stepped back from him.

“Only when you make me wait and there’s food involved.”

“Sounds about right.” He said with a small nod, before turning around and snagging one of the roses from the vase, inspecting it before nodding in approval and taking it with him.

“Why’d you do that?” [Y/N] asked with a frown as he walked past them.

“I’m gonna try and press it, that way I can keep it with me when I travel and have a piece of you with me even when I’m a world away.” He spoke with a thoughtful look and [Y/N] could feel their face starting to heat up again.

“I uh… Right. I um, I like the sound of that.” Their head perked up suddenly as they had an idea, turning and walking to the table to grab another rose from the vase to give to him. “You think you could try and press two of them?”

Angus looked down at the second rose and took it without a second thought. It would be like a link between them when he was gone when he would look at the rose and think of them, they could do the same.

“Of course, I can.” He said, kissing their forehead before picking up his bag with his free hand to take to their room.

“By the way, Angus…” [Y/N] said to get his attention before he disappeared down the hallway. “I have a confession to make.” They sighed, rubbing the back of their neck.

“And what’s that Love?”

“I actually didn’t know what the roses meant. I just bought them because I thought they were really cool looking.” They admitted.

“…Really?”

“Yep, I had no idea they meant that. Sort of a happy accident really.” They shrugged with a laugh.

“Well, you still picked great and I still love them. Now, I should really get this unpacking done before you get too hungry. I know better than to deal with a ravenous wild animal.” He said, turning to walk away again.

“Hey!” They shouted, watching him quickly starting to sprint and hearing a muffled “Love you!” after the door to their bedroom was slammed shut. “You’re lucky I love you…” They muttered to themselves with a smile.

~~~~~~~~

I didn’t really try to do the accent too much on this one, I tried to look something up like I did with the German accent but couldn’t really find anything... Anyway! Here I’m picturing that the reader and Angus have been together a rather long time. Plus I figured that of course the Survival Hunter would know all about plant meaning and such, so why not have the reader be clueless for once? Haha! Anyway, as always I accept any and all feed back, I hope you enjoyed the blurb and thank you for reading!

~Seal~

#angusxreader #survivalhunterxreader #septicegosxreader #the rose series

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quackspot · 6 years ago

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Lemon x character of ur choice fan fiction please *leaves tip of cookie run diamonds*

firelemon firelemon firelemo nfire le

thank u for the cookei run diamonds i shall have enough to get whatever new cookie (milk) comes and his pet and whatever new treasure comes (this happesns a lot becuase i dont level up my cookies,)

it seems a bit long but its not the longest thing ive written, cough cough nudge nudge at 41 page google doc umg

actually it is kidna long for things i write but thats becuase i like firelemon Quite a Lot, minecraft,

Minecraft. Lemon was going to play Minecraft, right? He was. Instead of doing that, he was texting with some other cookies in a group chat on Cacophony, a gaming-friendly voice & text app. He was on the 🍊🍋Citrus Buds group chat.

“⚡welcome to the block parade:

whats up

🍊sister sweet!:

nothin much!

🏐sister sour!:

absolutely Nothing you feral cow

🍊sister sweet!:

LIME say sorry

⚡welcome to the block parade:

i was just going to play minecraft and you had to do this

that’s so mean”

He sighed, going on “Don’t bother” mode and starting up Minecraft. As usual, his closest friend, Fire Spirit, was already on. He was building dicks on the server, which was luckily only made for adult players and advertised on CornCob: the porn video website.

“hey,” he began to type. “whos been building dicks?”

“DJSLJKFLSJKFLJSKLJKLSFJKLDSKLAaOIWRUIODSxmFKF” Fire Spirit keysmashed, probably slightly burning his computer while doing so.

“why are your keysmashes so long”

“shut up im biulding dicks”

“*building” Fire Spirit corrected himself. His username on Minecraft was HottestManAlive and Lemon’s was SourMan (what even is a man? That’s a mystery).

“anyways, lime bullied me and--” a ding came from Lemon’s computer. He got pinged on Cacophony.

“🍊sister sweet!:

@⚡welcome to the block parade lime said sorry”

“Ugh.” He sighed, going back to playing Minecraft.

Fire Spirit was busy, shown by the fact that Lemon was completely surrounded in dirt. He tried to dig himself out, but it felt like every time he dug, there was another block in the way. Soon, he was in a strip-mine in Fire Spirit’s extremely large dirt block.

He finally got out. Even though everyone was on creative, it took so long to punch all those blocks.

“hey lem whats up”

“fire spirit whatd you do”

“build”

“OK.” Lemon flew away from Fire Spirit, who followed him.

“wait lem i wanna ask you something”

“what”

“wanna go on a date” Lemon’s heart pounded.

“haha thats funny hahahahahahahahahahahaha”

“im being serious lem lets go on a date in REAL LIFE”

Lemon was sweating. His hands were uncomfortably moist, as were his armpits. He was almost certain his shirt had sweat stains, but when he checked, they didn’t.

“uh

to where”

“i dunno i could visit ur house bc i live in a cave irl”

“wait what i thought u lived in a house” The yellow-haired sour man stared at his screen, taking in every word and ignoring the fact Fire Spirit was building around him again.

“well i mean we could probs meet up at sparklings bar and go on from there

just hang out n stuff”

“that’s cool,” Lemon replied.

Almost right after replying, Lemon’s door slammed open.

“I THOUGHT YOU DIED!” Orange ran in and hugged him. She looked at his screen.

“Uh-- Hi, Orange.”

“You got a date? That’s so cool!” She let go of him. “I already asked the time for you!”

“Oh- okay.”

“I’ll see you on Cacophony later!” She left.

What the fuck just happened? Lemon sighed, going back to Minecraft to see what was up.

“whyd you type like that you never capitalize anyways it could b any time even right now”

“im ok with it being rn and orange asked that” Lemon’s fingers were extremely quick, like lightning, one could say.

“ok i’m omw to sparkling’s bar”

“-HottestManAlive has left the game.”

“-SourMan has left the game.”

Lemon put his jacket on, grabbed his cube, and put his phone and his wallet into one of his pockets. Since he had male pants on, the pockets were deep enough to hold a phone AND a wallet. Take that, female clothing!

Fire Spirit stood outside Sparkling’s bar, waiting for Lemon to come. Does he live farther away? Is he walking? Can he fly? Were a few questions he asked himself. Instead of wearing his usual clothing, Fire Spirit put on something more casual-- a red tank top and some shorts. He wasn’t wearing any shoes, not that he’d need them, as he was always hovering a little bit above the ground and wouldn’t be hurt by it anyways. Plus, he doesn’t have any shoes. Or socks.

“Fire Spirit!” His attention was caught by a shorter, yellow-haired cookie. “Welcome, are you coming in?” It was Sparkling cookie.

“No, I’m waiting for Lemon Cookie.” He sighed.

“Oh! He’s in here. He was waiting for you.”

“That’s lit!” Fire Spirit walked in as Sparkling was dying inside.

“Oh, hi, Fire Spirit.” Lemon’s voice was much quieter than Fire Spirit expected-- and not as deep. It was okay though, as he loved it. Adored it.

“Uh- hi-” Fire Spirit was taking in the view in front of him. He knew Lemon’s Minecraft skin was made by him, but not of him. His heart pounded at the rounder, more handsome version of Lemon.

“That’s weird,” Vampire started, causing both Lemon and Fire Spirit to jump a little, “you never say ‘uh,’ what’s up, Fire?”

Fire Spirit took Vampire to the side. Lemon stared.

I could check Cacophony, I guess. He turned his phone on and began to read through messages. It was being painfully obvious that Orange thought he died because of the lack of reply. Oh. She told everyone about this. His face was heating up-- who knows what Lime will make fun of him for?

Fire Spirit sat down next to Lemon in a booth, away from Vampire.

“Anyways, how are you? I’m doing great.” The flame-haired cookie smiled at Lemon. Vampire Cookie gave Lemon two thumbs up.

“Me too, especially now.”

They chatted-- mostly about Minecraft, but sometimes going on topics of music (Fire Spirit had a surprisingly limited amount of music he listened to, as he only listened to VHS recordings on a boombox) and what was happening outside of Minecraft, like when Orange barged into his room.

“Excuse me, you two, it’s almost time to close,” Sparkling helped Fire Spirit up.

“Pshh, the bar never closes! It shouldn,” Fire Spirit commented.

“Are you helping Fire Spirit back home?” The green-eyed cookie asked Lemon.

“I could take him to my house, I guess.”

“Just be careful, if he gets too angry, his hair can actually burn stuff. Otherwise, you should be fine. It’s surprisingly painless to put your hands in his hair, and it tickles him.”

“How do you know all that?”

“He comes around often, one time daring me and Vampire to put our hands in our hair. Vampire went first.”

“Oh.” Lemon imagined petting Fire Spirit’s hair, his heart beginning to flutter quite a lot more than it already was. “Come on, Fire Spirit, let’s go.”

He made the somewhat long walk to his house. It didn’t feel that long due to Fire Spirit’s slurred compliments and flirts. Lemon sat Fire Spirit down on his couch and sat next to him.

“Wha’s gonna happen now, Lem~,” Fire Spirit joked.

“I dunno, maybe we can watch a movie.” Lemon yawned.

“Nah, we can, we can sleep!” He suggested. “Or maybe jus’ you. I can go home myself, and then, tomorrow we can do this again.”

“We can both sleep. I’ll be in my room--”

“You’re gonna make me sleep on the couch?? I wanna cuddle you, Lem!” He quickly leaned towards and hugged Lemon.

Lemon flinched at the contact, but calmed down. He turned on the TV and began to pet Fire Spirit’s hair, making the flame-haired cookie begin to laugh.

“Oh no! My one weakness!” The legendary managed to say within his laughter.

“Oh-- I’ll stop.” Lemon never liked being tickled and could only imagine whatever pain Fire Spirit was going through.

“You don’t haaaaaaaaaaaaaave too! I love it!”

“You need to sleep.”

“Fine, fine.” Fire Spirit sighed.

Lemon channel surfed until he found something that played a marathon of How It’s Created. The two watched it until, eventually, they fell asleep. Fire Spirit was asleep first, as he kept talking to Lemon during the show and waking him up, then apologizing and forgetting a few minutes later.

#hee hee i can put this in tags #cookie run #fire spirit cookie #lemon cookie #firelemon #cookie run fanfiction #orange cookie #i wont tag lime shes not in this enough #do you guys like my parody names for popular things aka discord/cacophony and how its created and and #probably some other things SDJKLFSKJLFKJLSJKLFKJLSFJKLF #lemon probs types like 120 wpm and makes spelling errors once in a while #i type around 70-80 wpm i think???????? idk for sure but yeahe.#Anonymous

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2ptonpt · 6 years ago

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I was Happier with You

Masterlist

This work is technically part six of a seven part series based on songs from Ed Sheeran’s album, Divide. This chapter and “You Look Happier” can be read without the other chapters though.

Rami Malek x Reader

Word Count: 3,349

Your original plan had been to stay with Camryn and Sebastian at their apartment, but they had gotten almost a year break between their filming schedules and you didn’t want to crash their long term vacation if you could help it. So you ended up crashing at Joe’s until the apartment you had your eye on opened up at the end of the current contract, but you never ended up moving out. Joe had been there to comfort you; understanding what it was like to have to walk away from someone you loved but could no longer keep yourself around. He understood there wasn’t a limit on how many tears needed to be shed; no limit on how long it takes to get over someone.

The funny thing was, it didn’t take you as long as you thought. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself. You quickly found yourself falling for Joe. He was hesitant at first about the whole situation, with still being decent friends with Rami. But after he noticed Rami keeping to himself after the split, he didn’t mind as much. Eventually Rami stopped asking about YN during their chats.

It was five months after you had moved in when the press had really started having a field day with your and Joe’s new relationship. You had been out together, seen holding hands and sharing sweet kisses only a few weeks after you moved in, but hadn’t really posted much on social media about it. You had started feeling more comfortable, so you’d taken a selfie of you and Joe lying in bed, hair messed up and clearly lacking clothes under the sheets pulled up to your chests.

@itsyagirlynn: Sunday mornin, rain is fallin @joe_mazzello :*

@joe_mazzello: You need to start sharing the covers.

@benhardy1: Thanks for stealing my man @itsyagirlynn. Whatever will I do now :”(

@mrgwilymlee: What am I, chopped liver?

@imcammystan: You guys are sickeningly cute. Give @imsebastianstan some pointers @joe_mazzello.

The comments from your friends had eased the butterflies in your stomach. You had finally stopped constantly thinking about the what-ifs and started thinking about your future. You had a great group of friends who had been there for you during this trying time. They had stuck up for you after small rumors had started circulating when you two had been seen out on your first public date at O’Reilly’s all those months ago.

Things were going splendidly, if you didn’t think about him. You couldn’t… because if you did, then it would just uncap all the heartbreaking feelings you had managed to bottle up and stuff way down deep. You were happy with Joe, and you loved him. Didn’t you?

@ighandle1: MOM WHYD YOU LEAVE DAD

@ighandle2: she didn’t wait long did she?

@ighandle3: bish a homie hopper. Git it.

@ighandle4: You guys are the definition of cute and we stan a beautiful couple.

@ramimalek liked your photo: Sunday Mornin, rain is falling –

@joe_mazzello: You guys are all just jealous. Sucks to be you!

@imcammystan: You eggrolls need to get a life! Whomever she chooses to love is her own damn business. You got a problem you can come to me you pigheaded baboons!!!!

@LucyBoynton: <3

Seeing the negative comments littered among the usual fanfare of your Instagram hurt you more than you would have liked, but you had come to accept that you would never be able to make everyone happy so you settled for just trying to make yourself happy. Five months quickly turned into almost a year. A year without Rami by your side… But a year with Joe. You were happier, weren’t you?

~*’*~*’*~*’*~

You’d been having a movie night. Friday you’d started a Marvel movie marathon off with Captain America: The First Avenger. Now it was Sunday evening and you’d started on Disney classics.

You hadn’t been paying attention as Joe had put in a new DVD from the entertainment center, but regretted letting him pick the next one. The opening scenes of Beauty and the Beast started playing on the large screen in front of you and you tried not to stiffen up. Joe mistook your stiffness for a cold spell and snuggle closer to you, wrapping the comforter closer around your bodies.

By the time the ballroom dance scene started you could feel a panic attack coming on. There was a slight flush to your cheeks and the hot sting of tears tickled your eyes. You tried to keep your breathing even so Joe wouldn’t notice you were getting upset. You started feeling your back muscles tense and shiver along your spine as Belle walked down the steps.

You had started counting the windows in the living room, breathing deep and even. Joe had tightened his grip around your shoulders, rubbing his hand along your bicep lovingly. You were counting the windows in the living room, cursing yourself for looking at the spots where the windows were in your and Rami’s apartment. Rami’s apartment… You nearly jumped when a large hand ran down your arm and gripped your clammy hand.

Joe effortlessly pulled you off the couch and into his arms. You closed your eyes as he softly pressed his lips to yours. You were mad at yourself as tears fell down your face. You pulled your lips away and rested your head on Joe’s shoulder. He chuckled deep in his chest and tightened his grip around you. You choked back a sob, but you knew Joe felt your body shudder as you hiccupped. As the last note of Tale as Old as Time played quietly, Joe leaned down and whispered in your ear. The roughness in his voice surprised you.

“You still love him.” You blew hot air out of your nose at Joe’s statement.

“Course I still love him – I always will, but that doesn’t mean- I’m happy with you. I love you, Joe.”

“I love you too, but you were happier with him.” You were both crying silently now, avoiding eye contact but clutching to each other tightly. Neither of you wanted to have this conversation, but deep down you both knew it needed to happen.

Joe had felt your panic attack coming on when the movie started. He’d had a knot in his stomach the whole film and didn’t want to bring up the conversation you needed to have. He loved you dearly and wouldn’t trade a moment of these last six months; but he couldn’t watch you rip yourself apart anymore. You still loved Rami. You missed him terribly. Joe would be damned if he was the reason that you two weren’t together. He was mad at himself for letting things get this far.

“Don’t beat yourself up, Joey. I let us happen too.” God it was like you could read his thoughts. He met your eyes and smiled solemnly. You both let out a soft laugh as you continued to sway softly, movie long forgotten.

“I’m sorry, YN.”

“I am, too.” You shared a chaste kiss before you continued your slow waltz for a few more minutes before pulling away. You both fell asleep in each other’s arms that night, savoring one more night together. Surprisingly, as you felt your lids drooping closed, focusing on Joe’s strong heartbeat beneath your head, you felt at peace with how things were closing between you and Joe.

~*’*~*’*~*’*~

A month after you had moved out of Joe’s and into the spare room of Cam and Seb’s condo overlooking Central Park, you still couldn’t bring yourself to get a hold of Rami. It wasn’t like you were far away- your old apartment and the Stan’s was only a couple blocks away from each other. Less than a ten minute walk at a casual pace. You found yourself walking the complete opposite direction each time you tried to go there.

You and Joe still hung out on the regular but had become public with the mutual split. Both of you were content with how you’d ended things and all your friends were- as always- supportive. The fans hadn’t stopped with tagging you and Rami in posts and comments over every platform about getting back together; while others kept tagging you and Joe together. The former had only posted once about how you two wouldn’t be reuniting in that manner and to stop bugging him about it. You hadn’t seen anything from Rami concerning the fan-fueled feud. You’d logged out of all your social media over a week ago and hadn’t logged back in.

You were reading out on the patio, deeply entranced in the printed words as the world buzzed on around you. It was the first week of May and you had all the doors and windows open in the apartment. A comfortable breeze was wafting through the air, carrying the scent of blooming flowers from the streets below.

Camryn and Sebastian were watching the live feed of the MET Gala. All three of you had been formally invited but you had declined, not being brave enough to chance running into Rami during one of the biggest televised events of the year. Cam and Seb had declined as well, not wanting to leave you alone at the apartment. Cam had tried to get you to attend but hadn’t succeeded and didn’t try to push it like she normally would. She knew you’d come around eventually.

You were interrupted from a rather exciting part of your book by Seb’s booming voice calling your name. You jumped and turned your head to face the man. He had changed his lounging position on the plush couch to sitting on the edge of the cushion, hands clasped together, elbows on his knees, vein almost too visible on his forehead. Cam popped her head over the kitchen counter where she had been making a snack for you all.

“YN, get in here now, I said!” The pleading tone in his voice was unnerving you. Camryn and you got to the living room at the same time. You cocked your hip and bit at your thumb nail as you watched the scene unfolding on the flat screen. Cam gripped your shoulder when she heard you inhale sharply.

You watched with bated breath as the camera closed in on a red-faced Rami trying to contain his anger towards the interviewer but failing horribly. His eyes were bugged out slightly and his lips were pursed tightly in a thin line. He was dressed in a black velvet tuxedo, looking like sex on legs – should be illegal, honestly. You blinked your eyes rapidly and redirected your attention to the conversation happening on the red carpet.

~*’*~*’*~*’*~

This was the second interviewer Rami had dealt with that had asked him about Joe and you splitting. He didn’t know what had happened between you two, but he knew that it was mutual and there were no hard feelings about it. Joe had told him that much after you had moved out, but had said he needed to talk to you for the rest of the story. This current woman though, she was really grinding his gears. She kept pressing about what occurred when you had left.

“You know what. I’m so sick and tired of you guys sticking your noses where they don’t fucking belong.” Rami didn’t even care that he was cursing on live TV. He was physically sick to his stomach about this whole thing. The woman looked shocked to say the least, she made a move to remove the microphone from in front of Rami’s face but he grabbed it and held it firmly. He didn’t wait to see if she’d pull away before he let go and continued with his rant.

“I’ve lost the best thing I ever had. Eight years. Eight years of loving YN and it’s all gone because of you god damned people. We were happy, you know?! We were about to get married, start a family. And it’s all gone now. It’s all fucking gone because you-” He stopped mid-sentence, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The woman held her hand up still, arm slightly shaking at the adrenalin of catching Rami’s raw, uncut rant on live TV.

Rami blinked the tears from his eyes before angrily wiping them off his face, not caring that he was close to sobbing on live TV. He looked down at his feet, letting the tears fall down to darken the red carpet below. It wasn’t the pap and media’s fault that he had lost you. It was his. He had so many chances to fix things, you had tried to fix it for six months and he had been too reserved about your relationship to make any type of statement about it. It would have been so simple…

“You know what-“ He smiled tightly, ignoring his tears, and threw his arms out to his sides, palms up.

“It’s not your fault. I’m sorry, you’re just doing your job. It’s my fault YN and I didn’t work. She knew the rumors weren’t true. She wasn’t ever worried about our relationship. That’s not what led to her leaving me. It was the simple fact that my dumb ass wouldn’t stick up for us to all of you and dispel the rumors. And I didn’t. I didn’t stick up for the best thing that has ever happened to me. And that’s on me. It’s all on me. And now I can’t fix it.” Rami had stopped crying. A melancholy look graced his trouble face now. He had finally admitted it out loud instead of in the dark, lonely confines of his troubled mind.

He didn’t wait for the reporter to say anything before he backed away and ran up the carpeted steps, ignoring the other cameras, reporters, and guests. He walked calmly to the bathroom where he composed himself for a few minutes before heading to his table.

~*’*~*’*~*’*~

You stood, mouth agape, staring in bewilderment at the TV screen, which has changed to a commercial now. Cam’s hand left your shoulder for a moment before poking you with your ringing phone. You didn’t even glance at the caller ID as you took it and answered. Your hands were shaking as you held the phone close to your ear. Joe’s excited voice filled your eardrum.

“YN are you watching the MET!? Rami, he just – “

“I know. I’m watching right now.”

“YN you need to go there. Like now. This is your chance!” Joe was talking so loud Cam and Seb could hear him through the earpiece. You glanced at the couple and widened your eyes as they frantically nodded their heads in agreement with Joe. As you stood silently in shock, your phone started vibrating with text message notifications.

“Yeah.” You hung up before Joe could say another word of encouragement. You turned slowly towards your closest friends only to find them missing from the living room. You blinked slowly and tried to gather your thoughts about how you were going to confront Rami.

What should you wear? When should you leave? What should you say? You were shaken from your thoughts as Sebastian stuffed your wallet into your hands and Camryn shoved you onto the couch. She started slipping your tennis shoes on your feet as Sebastian threw a lightweight jacket to you. They pulled you up and led you to the front door. You looked down at your capri leggings, tank top, tennis shoes, and thin jacket. Your frantic eyes stared up at your friends.

“What should I even-“

“Anything babe, literally anything that comes to mind. Just say something for fucks sake, YNN.” Seb nodded his head in agreement to Cam’s answer.

“What she said.” With that, they shoved you out the front door.

~*’*~*’*~*’*~

Rami barely made it through the opening speeches or appetizers before he excused himself to the bathroom. He carefully splashed cold water over his face before toweling off and making his decision. He was going to stop acting like a pussy, man up, and go after you. The Stan’s apartment was maybe fifteen minutes away if he jogged. He knew you’d be there. He didn’t say goodbye to anyone, and didn’t see anyone on the front staircase as he walked out. He was temporarily blinded by the unexpected flash of the pap cameras as he opened the doors.

When his vision cleared he nearly choked at you standing below him at the bottom of the limestone steps, news media vans and paparazzi surrounding you behind the velvet ropes. You had your hair up in a bun that was falling out haphazardly, with leggings and a jacket that he had bought you a couple years ago when you were camping at Port St. Joe in Florida.

You didn’t really know what to expect once you had gotten to the MET, but Rami almost falling out of the front doors was not one of the scenarios that played out in your head. You still were trying to compose some sort of comprehendible sentence as he ran down the steps two at a time, arms out to his sides for balance. As he neared you, your vision blurred as tears threatened to escape. You saw his green eyes glisten as well. He came to an abrupt halt in front of you, mouth agape, and hands hanging awkwardly at his side.

“That suit is a sin.” Your eyes widened in horror and shock as you realized you had said exactly what Cam had told you to- the first and only coherent thought that had come to your mind. Rami’s glistening eyes widened a bit. His mouth hung open slightly, not quite sure how to reply to that.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry Rami. Cam said just to say anything because I needed to say something and ever since I saw you earlier on TV that was what stuck.”

“You saw that? Earlier I mean… On the red carpet?” Rami’s eyes downcast to his shoes, kicking an invisible pebble. You tentatively grabbed both his hands and brought them to your chest, covering them with your own. Rami made eye contact with you when he felt how fast and erratically your heart was beating. It matched his own.

“Yeah. I don’t know what to say. I think I’m still in shock to be honest.”

“Yeah, me too… I- I was leaving to come find you.”

“You were?”

“Yeah… listen YN, I meant everything I said earlier. I didn’t know you’d be watching I swear. I miss you and need you and I don’t even know how I’m still functioning without you. I didn’t want to try to get a hold of you when you were with Joe. You two looked so happy. So much happier than we had been those last few months before I fucked it all up and let you walk out.” He took a breath and you stole a chance to interject, hoping that it would get your point across that you just wanted to forget this all ever happened.

“I was happier with you. It’s always been you.” You both shared a tear filled wide smile before Rami continued.

“I don’t know how or what I can do to make it up to you but I am begging you to give me another chance.” Rami started to kneel down, and at the slight roar of the unwelcomed audience behind you, you pulled him up into your arms and kissed him sloppily on the lips before pulling away.

“You already did make it up to me. It’s all I’ve ever wanted is for you to just stick up for what we have to everyone. Even if they don’t mean anything to us. You don’t have to beg for me, you never lost me. Not really.” You both were crying openly now, the paps and news cameras long forgotten. Rami cupped your face in his large hands and kissed you deeply.

“I love you baby. I love you so much.”

“I love you too Rami. More than anything.”

#2ptonpt #Rami Malek #Rami Malek x reader #Rami x reader #Rami Malek reader #Rami Malek imagine #borhap #Bohemian rhapsody #Bohemian Rhapsody imagine #ed sheeran #divide #I was happier with you #joe mazzello #Sebastian stan #Camryn stan #Camryn walsh

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queencryo · 6 years ago

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@silly-go-round is asleep right now.

i guess i should make a journal for the past few days. as good a time as any. as AMY. heh. cuz shes super good and amazing. heh.

uh...... lessee.... for the two days after the last journal i just. hung out at the house while silly worked. i managed to not keep her in bed and make her late the second day. hung out a lot, watched more adventure time, worked on my tumblr filter script (lie. i judt ran it on my main. 200 posts / day is a bitchhhh) , played a good amount of ds3 (to pointof tetris effect at a couple points the nexg few days)

also did some like. helpful tasks. washed some dishes (undone quicklu, but. eh). not enough, mot as much as i shouldve, but... i tried i guess.

alao we've like. said the same thing at the dame time a Lot while ive been here and its like. nice. its really nice. same wavelength! i feel so close go her.

oh! alxo night before last we went grocery shoping. got food for prolly enoygh for the two weeks, but i guess we'll see. also a cheesecake! it was.... echausting. hily fuck it was exhaysting. jesus. the store was big and it took like 3 hours and $200 to get everything but. we did itttt.

we both mentionef that like. it felt nice to like. have a full fridge 2gether. cuz. it feels like were gonna have a futjre togetjer? u know. like that is. i love her a lot and it feels good for this to feel like a home for a little while. we hope that it can be so in tbe future.

so YESTERDAY she finally FINALLY taught me how to play magic the gathering. it was. a long time coming. but she brought me into the store and like. sat me down w some regulars and had me play commander. i played moooostly her snake deck, so like.that was fun!! i kept talki g about how i woulda gotten lorescale Coatl up to 39/39 and flying, had i like. gotten q more turn. but on that game D was running a mill deck that was. extremely long to play (that game took like ~>2 hours ugh), and was very bery annoying, so i didnt get to actually do that.

but it was fun! part of me wants to blog everything, but i dont think i will.

im glad to be able to use silly's decks, bc i dont think i want to make my own. im considering making a cheap angel deck or smth, but we'll see if yhat actually ends up happening.

i also met her girlfriend Iz, who is sweet. i played magic w her fkr a while, which was fun! she was runni g an annoying mono black deck (i kkow all these... these Terms and Words now, its incredible...)

shes sweet and i think i like her. dunno if enough to date yet (which makes me Partially regret flirting w her so much in the groupchat but. hey)

talked w her some, mostly about magic, hung out while silly closed the store, pet her cat, silly discovered that cyddling w TWO girlfriends is very nice (not rhat id know ;;;;;;;), was good times. i dont think im as comfy w izzy physically yet as i may have implied in messages, which hopefully wull be rectified by the message i just sent her (my initial physical comfort with people varies, it depends very much on the person)

skip forward, me and silly make a pizza at home cuz were fuckin tired, she admonishes me for not eating for uh... like 11 hours or smth (that mornings bagel was VERY good tho omg), but adderall, so like... meh.

uh... i dont think anything else on yesterday...

today! we waaamted to go to the store at like. 2. but in actuality got there at like! 330.

i went back to sleep cuz im a losenerd, and she. made this breakfast casserole thing. which hse put into a bagel abd brought to me bc i guess shes the best person on the entire earth oh my GOD. jesus

skip... apparently she knows maximum the hormone and doesnt like them very much... fair fair. (cause for xeath)

came to the store agai. tofay. it was fun and good. iz didnt come in today, do played some more with regulars. played w what is apparently called a blink deck, which revolvea arounf exiling cards then immediately bringing them back, to capitalize on "when this enters battlefield, do smth" cards. neat!

i DID actually manage to win today!!! the victory was. literally handed to me, but like. thats fine! i was playing silly's uhhh... elintor the masked? idr her name :( the mask planewalker! deck, which. i had SO much land, most of wh8ch was enchanfed. meaning it could be tapped then untapped w eljntor's thing, then tapped again for DOUBLE MANA. i mean. i had like 9/turn even b4 that but. BUT. i also had. i think i drew 3 creatures total. bit anyway. i had the white card that gave me a life whenever a creature was put on tge board (and also, w another enchantment, made all non-me creagurss and enchantments enter the board tapped, so. nya). so... rob had a card what dealt one damGe to all other players whenevr he puta. creature on the board. then he played united forces, which lets each player commit X mana to create X 1/1 soldier tokens on all players' boards. so. we made 28 white soldier tokens on everyones board. this killed perry, ans gave me, uh. 56 life (84 - 28). i then attacked ron for 28 w the soldiers, and drew sacred mesa, which lets me sacrifice 2 mana (1 any color, 1 white, but i had so many cards that said "this land can instead be tapped for 2 of any color, so like. ueah) to create a 1/1 flying pegasus token. so i. ended the game w 44 white 1/1 tokens. goblins get fucked.attack w my ssoldiers cuz his were tapped, so brought him down to 7 life. i didng catch what he did w the enchantment, but i think he said he like. put a copy of every creature on my side of the board onto his board, and then. cipying that enchantment 3 times. so. holy FUCK. wow. BUT those all came in tapped and i had 18 flying yokens, so. i still won! yay!!!! i won a game of magic!!!!!

goblin decks scare me. stop running krenko you fucks. exponential goblins goddamn

silly would come by every so often and like. look over my dhoulder and say "oh that was dumb whyd u use fabricate for thay" which is fair. but also god i love her. (i used fabricate for a mana generator insteaf of lightning greaves. whateverrrr) i love her so much dear god. i wish i coukd help w the store more, but. on the same time i also. dont enjoy working. so. maybe part time.

hm. what ekse. oh yeah i kove her so much.

by the end of the night it was just. me and her, rob and the two regulars i started out llaying w yestwrday. theyre sweet, i like them. theyre married. the dude calls me honey smtimes, which is. kinda weird? dunno how i feel about that. i guess fine. its gender-nice, but still a lil uncomfy. otherwise i like em fien, though. but they talked abouy moving into sillys apt. so thats cool!! better than her current (awful, terrible, lazy / horrifically depressed / manchild roomate, who doesnt clean ever) roomate. i was reading the monster of the week gamebook thruout, which i... bought, for some reason. idk. oh also i wanna make a fallen angel divine, because im... predictableeee. also a conspiracy thworist whos just a trans woman w way too much time and really weird hobbies (throwing knices, butterfly knife, net friends, etc). also a spooky. i speny like. 3 hours reading thr7 the monster of the week book while ppl played magic around me. i kinda wish i hadnt bought it, but hey! its neat c:

oh, also i didnt take adderall today. i dont think it went toooo bad, i think i like. was meaner and less thohghtful with what i said, but like. i guess thats better than feared. i took a caffeine pill (200mg) at ariund 10 which is. prolly why im wide awake right now. i regret doing that, sincr from what shes said tmos gonna be big)

she says we gotta be at her moms by 4, for reasons she WONT TELL ME. bit she says its part of one of her plans, i ASSUME the romantic one? im kind of afraid that ill like. no-sell it unwillingly because im abroke and soulless human being, but uh. i guess rhats thw risks we take to be alive :shrug: im excited. were also going to a shop (diff one) tmo, which im Quite excited for, as ive only been in similar shops by accident before. also doing laundry!!! which is important ^_^

oh ysah. so we got white castle on the way home. its. yeah she was r8ght. mediocre-at-best sliders. onions are bad.

we also made a pizza. whifh i ate most of. i overate. sob.

she fell asleep halfway thry an episode of nailed it. cant blame her, she seemed really tired. i hipe i dont disturb her rwst. and i feel so utterly blessed thay i can be around her.

ih!! i also fell down the last few staies ywstersay. bruised my arms, but otherwise fine. it was. idk, it is nice to knoe that others worry fir me and like me. she was very concerned. i love her.

#blog #ohio trip 2 #journal

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shoppingmauls · 7 years ago

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whyd i make a banner for these?? who knows tbh. anyway uh, i was tagged by @funfettisims, @mothmagesims & @yuyulie! so i have abt 30 questions to answer, which is fine & dandy, thats what cuts are for

lesgeddit

rules: always post the rules, answer the questions given to you, then write 10 questions of your own, and tag some friends!

@funfettisims‘s questions!

what is one of your biggest pet peeves? i hate repeating myself the most, i think. a close second would be ppl who constantly complain? and i mean constantly

most recent unedited sims screenshot? an outtake from the most recent cas edit of dae i posted! (you can edit this if you wanted, i wouldnt mind)

what is your least favorite food? i hate hate hate cauliflower

besides sims, what are some of your other hobbies? play other games, ig? i like to read and write too, tho i havent written anything in months. writers block is a bitch

what is the last song you listened to? last.fm says it was as if its your last by blackpink!

are you a dog person or a cat person? both! both are good

what is your favorite memory? teaching my younger brother to swim when we were kids

what is something that you miss from your childhood? tbh i miss the excitement i used to feel over getting mcdonalds happy meal toys. they seemed so much cooler and more worthwhile back then (but yknow. i was a kid)

if you had to eat the same thing every day for the rest of your life, what would it be? pizza. or mac n cheese

where do you see yourself in 10 years? napping probably? but honestly i want to start my own blog & have it be successful

@mothmagesims‘s questions!

fantasy or scifi? both definitely. i love middle earth but then like. space? aliens? strange planets that could look like anything at all, completely unlike earth? spaceships? sign me tf up

if you could have a superpower what would it be? the ability to fly! or to travel thru time, either one would be rly cool

favorite superhero and/or supervillain? superhero is definitely batman, im a batman stan. supervillain... hm. i think amanda waller from gothamverse is a rly solid quasi-villain. (shes prolly more like an antihero but) most ppl would pick one of the more obviously evil characters prob but theres smth so insidious abt waller. shes meant to be a good guy but her actions & motives are never rly straightforward/clear cut? & i think thats so cool

which tv shows were your favorites as a kid? hmm... zoboomafoo, the magic school bus, codename kids next door, pepper ann, martin mystery, totally spies & then i watched a bunch of animes too

best color combo for fashion/design/decor/etc? i looove how pastel colors + white/grey look together. but bright/vibrant yellows, purples, oranges and blues are great too

favorite sims 4 expansion/stuff/game pack? atm i rly love city living! ive always be partial to downtown areas

favorite sims trait (from any sims game)? squeamish is honestly a rly neat trait, i like that one a lot. if mooch & daredevil from ts3 made a reappearance tho, i wouldnt be mad

star wars or star trek? (or both? or neither?) star wars!! 1000%, ive always love star wars

best and worst school subjects? best: english. or anything humanities/social sciences related. worst by far was math. math used to make me cry

do you believe in ghosts? absolutely, ive encountered a few

@yuyulie‘s questions!

Favorite Snacks i like cheetos & the purple bag doritos (idr what theyre called okay). i also love sweets, especially yanyans & maple candies

When did you start your blog? this one i started a month or two ago? my old one i had for years

What is the worst movie that you’ve seen? IT FOLLOWS WAS A GARBAGE MOVIE & ALL THE GOOD REVIEWS YOU MIGHT HAVE READ FOR IT ARE LIES. the neon demon is also trash, dont bother w it

iPhone or Android. android! B)

What was your favorite subject in school? i loved law, actually. and anthropology, i only got to take that for one semester tho. but it was fun

What is a short/long term goal of yours? short term... idk. a long term goal would be to learn to not procrastinate so much tho. does that count?

What was your favorite subject in school? answered this one! (you asked this twice, oops)

Do you have any pets? yes, a bichon frise named dion! (thats not a picture of my dog, that ones off google lmao)

What were you really into when you were a kid? i used to be obsessed w digimon. i had cars and the lil digivices you could buy... wow. good times. i miss digimon tbh

What three words best describe you? “very creative and sleepy,” put it on my gravestone

& finally, my questions!

what’s one bad habit you have?

pick one: wear nothing but black forever or never be able to wear black again?

which season is your favorite?

which fictional character do you think would be super boring irl?

what would you write on your gravestone?

what genre of music is your fave?

are you usually late? or early?

have you ever read a fanfic? (doesnt matter what it was for!)

if you had to pick a movie franchise to never exist, which one would it be?

what’s your worst pet peeve?

i tag @cranberrrybog @bratfish @novemsims @elk-bees @sevthe @dadjoke-sims @simsluname @musicalpixls @paper-lioness!

#star log #tag games #about me #sheesh im sorry this took me so long guys

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chickenfetus · 7 years ago

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ALL!!!! (also the gemini sqUAD LOL)

im gonna enjoy a nice cup of water while doing this bc idk a tea (update i didnt drink water at all and now im dying of thirst,, also undercut bc many)

1: Golden mornings or peachy sunsets?

i dont wake up early enough to see the sunrise and when i do i never manage to take pics bc of school so peachy sunsets

2: Sugar cones or waffle cones?

idk what a sugar cone is but i like waffle cones!!! havent eaten ice cream with a cone in forever though,, i rarely eat ice cream now

3: Do you wear scarves often? do you have a favorite?

listen…. its about 33 degrees everyday but even if im in a colder country i dont wear scarves

4: How long do you lay in bed before you finally get up?

this depends?? on how motivated im feeling lmao never more than 10 minutes though because if i lay awake for that long ill just fall back asleep

5: Is there a food you’ve never had but always wanted to try?

i dont think so?? im bad at trying new things especially food

6: What does your umbrella look like?

i dont.. go outside often and whenever i do i take public transport so basically everythings sheltered so i never had a need for umbrellas

7: Do you listen to ASMR?

ive only listened to one everybody please listen to this gift

8: Rain storms or a light drizzle?

both, preferably when im indoors

9: What’s a little thing in life that you love?

hm??????????? my tags lmao

UPDATE: i also really like reading other people’s tags and their rambles that is all

10: Favorite color aesthetic?

does the word aesthetic make this question any different from a normal favourite colour question???? if it doesnt then sky blue

11: Wobbly lines or using a ruler?

in this house we draw lines with no ruler like men (but also because even if i did use a ruler it wouldnt be like… straight idk i cant use rulers

12: Bright colorful living room or neutral cozy living room?

neutral cozy living room but i also love basking in sunlight

13: Do you have any candles? what scents are they?

im not a big fan of heavy smelling products so i dont own any candles

14: Have you ever rode a horse?

i dont think so??????? ive seen horses before though

15: Do you have glasses?

without my glasses i wouldnt be able to read these questions lmao and . .. theyre also a result of watching pokemon too closely to the tv at a young age… its been like 10 years since i got glasses

16: What’s a language you’d like to speak?

japanese i tried speaking it but i got 2 embarrassed to say anything properly while i was in japan (i cant even speak english properly to a friend whyd i think i could speak another language to a stranger beats me)

17: What’s your favorite season and favorite month in that season?

my singaporean no season ass: ? but autumn and november (is this cutting it too close to winter? idk my seasons)

18: Do you have a favorite pair of socks?

hm not really i just wear blue ankle socks a lot but my friend did give me a pair of pokemon and gudetama socks before and i adore those although i lost the gudetama ones in the uk last year she got me another pair whatd i do to deserve her?

19: Favorite Ghibli and/or disney movie

m .. um? big. hero 6??????

20: Disney, Dreamworks, or Pixar?

my dumb ass didnt know they were different

21: What snacks do you usually get at the theater?

i rarely go and watch movies anymore but when i did watch a lot of movies with my friend at the theater we’d get afternoon shows and sneak mcdonalds in lmao

22: What’s an underrated video game/ movie/ show you love and think it needs more recognition?

how about band? day6 i only ever play pokemon + sif + bandori so i cant say much and i rarely watch movies and a show? if its an anime id say the one i mentioned before in my one text post

23: Would you fill your house with plants if you had a green thumb?

not really rip

24; All plants are great but do you have a favorite?

HM mmmmmm there was this one but i forgot the name lmao pass

25: Do you have a favorite type of art style? (eg: soft looking, no to little color, sketches, crisp and clean, minimalist, pixel art etc.)

when im the … audience? what do u call it???? i like seeing all kinda of art styles!!! everyone has their own unique art style and i love it all :o

for ME,, , ive been doing art for 6 years maybe and i still cant do shit

26: What would you do if someone gave you flowers?

i would die straight up die thats such a soft concept i cant imagine myself receiving flowers thats 2 sweet oh my god wtf id combust??? i prefer leaves though is that weird i picked some nice leaves recently and im gonna give those to my friends

27: Do you like nicknames?

giving and having nicknames is my favorite past time

28: Do you still watch shows you watched when you were a kid? even from time to time?

pokemon lmao thank u 4 not ending it…. the animation has only improved and im so proud to have been watching it since the start pokemon is my special thing i love it so much!! an interest that never died down, with an anime that stays super like idk to my preference? i tried watching the new digimon stuff but i just couldnt :^( im glad they made ash stay the main character

29: Do you still like old memes? (tell the truth)

never forget dat boi

30: Favorite Halloween costume you dressed up as? (if you don’t celebrate halloween have you ever cosplayed or would you like to? who did you cosplay as?)

we dont celebrate halloween and i would never cosplay, big shoutout to cosplayers though!!! they put in so much effort and just, respect!!!!!

i dont know if this is an actual memory because i dont remember well but when i was younger i thiNK? i had to dress up as a swan thing i have no clue i dont even remember the performance but i might have had to ?? and dance??? or act i dont remember everythings fuzzy but i dressed up a swan once? in kindergarten ?????

31: Are you a fashionable person?

i have the worst fashion sense and even though jeans are nice once again the weather here doesnt allow me to be as fashionable as i can be

32: Do you like watching holiday movies?

not realyyy??? the jack frost (rip) movie was ncie????

33: Cookies or brownies?

i live 4 chocolate chip cookies but too much is . . not preferable

34: Do you blow in the cold air just to see your breath?

no i hate breathing in & out from my mouth

35: Do you find the crickets chirping outside your window relaxing?

WELL from the great cockroach ordeal last night id probably die bc we live in an apartment building so the only way id be hearing crickets would be if they were in the ROOM

36: Do you like cobblestone streets?

my only knowledge of cobblestone is from minecraft so idk

37: How often do you doodle?

when school was still relevant i would doodle as soon as i picked up a pencil lmao i try not to anymore bc i doodled on my math assignment and forgot to fucking erase it and my math teacher called me out

38: When was the last time you blew bubbles?

a year ago?? i dont remember but i do remember when i was younger id try and blow bubbles at the void deck do yall kno what that is its just a space near the lift lobby anyway i swallowed the soap thing idk u know how ur supposed to blow? well i sucked the soap in yum

39: What’s your favorite random piece of decor in your house and room?

in my room its the bed and in the house its the water bottle that contains water

40: Do you bite your fingernails off or clip them more often?

i………………………… i dont actualy kno how to clip my nails and my mum would kill me if i tried but i dont bite my nails either

41: Any birthmarks?

not that i know of

42: Thoughts on freckles?

ive never actually seen someone with freckles in public before but theyre good stuff i gueess?? i dont actually have an opinion on them? everyone says theyre cute and all but im just ??? not that i hate freckles tho if u have freckles? thats cool!

43: First video game you ever played?

pokemon pearl?? either that or megaman on my ps3 OR the bomb square guy????? idk the game name but.. ya

44: what type of bird do you hear most often outside your door?

i dont know what the bird species are but theyre small black birds not crows idk

45: Do you use gifs/ memes a lot when replying to people?

memes yes gifs no bc im not lame like jen

46: Thoughts on spring?

no comment?? i mean? its nice??????? i guess ??? if we had a spring

47: Ideal temperature outside?

oh boy 20 degrees would be enough for me but its never gotten that low before sunny island’s life

48: Cloudy, partly cloudy, or clear skies?

i like clear skies when its bright! but not too sunny and not too warm!!!!! clouds are nice to look at too though

49: How often do you hear airplanes outside?

yeah we live near an airport i dont think anybody uses????

50: Do you enjoy windy days?

windy days are my SHIT back in school our basketball court was open spaced and whenevr wind blew we could feel it man thats the life right there but i hate windy days when im sitting at home bc it flows the curtains rigth into my face i like the feel of the wind and the smell of fresh air but… curtains in my face? not 2 great so rip i close all the windows lmao

okay thank u so much 4 asking falen i love you and wow this was a lot

#im laughing icb i asked u to ask me thank u for asking #ur a good pal #softshouyous #asks

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im-justanother--fanboy · 8 years ago

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Prompt: I don't even know who I am without you

You woke up to the sound of footsteps, loud footsteps, the footsteps that come from another night spent at the bar. Not an uncommon sound anymore. You hope that he is just tired. That nothing happened at the bar. No rejections. You even hope that he brought a girl home because at least that means he won’t come into your room tonight. But his footsteps get closer and louder. Your hearbeat tends to mimic them until they get right outside of your door. He stops and so do you: heart still mimicking his footsteps.

He pushes the door without bothering to knock, not that you expect him to knock anyways.

“IT’S YOUR FUCKING FAULT!” he looks at you with nothing but anger, you have to wonder when his eyes turned cold but you don’t have time before he demands an answer. But how do you respond? Not knowing what he did, what the rejection was, but still, somehow, knowing that he is right and it is your fault.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.” You try not to raise your voice but the only thing you feel is terror. You want to cry out but crying is weak. You have to be strong, now more than ever. He gets closer, eyes still angrily searching for an answer that you do not have to give. The only thing you can think to do is apologize over and over and over again for ruing his life and causing his rejection, for wasting his money on trivial things like school supplies or new shoes, for not cleaning the bathroom because you were so tired from cleaning the rest of the house, for always fucking up. It’s all your fault anyways. That’s what he tells you. That’s what you believe.

“WHY THE HELL CAN’T YOU LET ME HAVE HAPPINESS? YOU’RE SELFISH. YOU’RE TOO NEEDY. DO YOU EVER THINK ABOUT ME?” He is dangerously close but you cannot let yourself flinch away. He’s right. You waste all of his money. You ask for too much. You are a waste of his time.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.” You beg with him and plead with him but you know it’s to no avail; he’s too drunk and too mad to listen to you. You start crying and no matter how desperatly you want to stop yourself, you just can’t. The warm tears stain your cheeks until he sleps them away.

You flinch and scoot against the wall behind your bed but he won’t let you get away. You know that. He gets closer and terror and panic and a burning feeling on your face set in.

“It’s all your fault. I’d be better off without you. The whole world would be better off without you.”

You’re paralyzed at this point. Any movement could send him into full blown punching so you don’t move at all. You can’t think about anything but the broken rib last summer. You can’t talk. You can’t move. You can’t breathe. A second or two pass but since your mind can’t comprehend time, it feels like hours. He starts to move and you’re sure that this time he’s going to kill you but he suprises you; he moves away from you. You can’t help but to wonder what the fuck he’s going to do but it takes only a second to figure it out.

He starts grabbing things at random and throwing them from your open window to the ground outside. Your laptop. Your grannies jewelry box. Both of your entire desk drawers. Your book bag. Clothes. Books off the shelf.

Your room is in shambles, things strawed all over the place, most things missing or broken. Scattered. Shattered. Broken. And then he comes back for you. You’re stil sure he’s going to kill you this time. End it all once and forever. He grabs you by the hair and it hurts so bad but you know better than to scream for help. Nobody would hear anyways. It’ll only make him worse. He drags you through the house, doesn’t bother trying not to hit your head agasint the stairs or the wall or furniture. You’re sure you’re going to die this time.

But you don’t. He drags you to the front door and pushes you out into the cold. Nevermind that you’re in underwear and a t-shirt. Nevermind the snow on the ground. Never mind anything. He slams the door and you know that he isn’t going to open it this time. This isn’t one of those weeks, this isn’t one of those nights. You don’t know how you know but you just do. This is the end.

The end of living in hell. The end of bar nights. The end of sex noise instead of nighttime buzz. The end of bruises and pain and scars that will never heal. The end of dirty shameful whore pity hurt. You know that this is the end, so why do you feel so bad?

You force yourself to go to the side of the house where your things lay scattered in the yard and put on something warm. But then you shut down. You slump against the side of the house in the midst of your things, most of which are in shambles now, and cry. You cry hysterically. Cry. Cry. Cry. You don’t know how long it’s been but it doesn’t matter anymore. You cry.

And then you stop. Not because it is better. Not because you realise that he is not going to hurt you anymore. Not because you finally got the fresh start that you have been wanting since you were six. You stop crying because you cannot cry anymore. You are numb. Physically, emotionally.

Why does it feel so bad to finally be free? Why does it feel so bad to finally be free? Why does it feel so bad to finally be free? Why does it feel so bad to finally be free? Why does it feel so bad to finally be free? Whyd does it feel so bad to finally be free? Why does it feel so bad to finally be free?

And then you realise exactly why.

You look through the pile of things that, a a few hours ago, was your life, despreatly hoping that it was here. Finally you find it. THE BOOk. The book you’ve been writing in since you were six. The book with everything you have ever wanted to tell him, everything you could never tell him, everything about the abuse you’ve suffered. The book you were planning on giving him once you had moved out, once you were somewhere where he could never find you and never hurt you again.

You finally found it, and a few seconds later, you found a pen.

“This is the last time I will ever write in this. This is the last entry that you will read, not that I am expecting you to sober enough to read anything I have ever written to you.

I am expected to hate you. As is reasonable. I am expected to want to hurt you, possibly even kill you. As is reasonable. But I don’t.

I don’t hate you because I don’t even know who I am without you.

You taught me how to ride my bike. You taught me how to love. You taught me how to tie my shoe and how to talk and read and write and dance. You taught me not to be afraid of people and then, later in life, you taught me to fear everyone because they might turn out like you.

I don’t hate you because you’re the reason that I prefer metal over pop. You’re the reason that I like grilled cheese sandwhiches more than steak or sea food or anything. You taught me everything I know. You have been the only person to even influence my being. The only person who taught me how to be a person.

You are at the very core of my being and to get rid of you, I'd have to get rid of myself. And that's exactly what I'm going to do.

Because honestly, I don't know who I am without you and it's awfully fucking hard to live when you don't know who you are.

I hope this leaves a bigger scar on you than your ring did on me.

Fuck you! from the life that you stole."

That was the last thing anyone ever read from you. He found your body the next morning.

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