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Déjà Vu ; Paige Bueckers ౨ৎ•

꣑୧ — summary | based on the song “Deja vu” by Olivia Rodrigo !

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— warnings | Paige lowkey being a bad girlfriend , jealousy , arguments , use of foul language , angst , etc.

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a/n : i ❤️ writing angst 😈 , tried something new while using a different song. Enjoy bestiesss ◡̈

It had been weeks since you and Paige had broken up, things were just too complicated between the two of you.

You wanted something serious, something made to last. But Paige wasn’t necessarily interested in that, while she did love you; you two were just opposing forces. Your relationship was trying to force two magnets together that clearly didn't attract to each other, or trying to force puzzle pieces together.

While you wish you could say it ended on good, mutual terms, the truth was quite far from that. You and Paige continuously argued throughout the couple of weeks leading up to your split. Whether it was about who you both were hanging out with, who didn't do the dishes, your social media presence, you've probably argued about absolutely anything under the sun.

Which is why when she suddenly broke up with you, you weren't surprised to say the least. You practically saw it coming, both of you slowly distancing yourselves, spending less and less time together, it was bound to happen at some point. But at this point in time, you were tired of begging her to talk to you, begging her to work things out with you. You simply gave up, knowing in the back of your mind that if it was meant to be it would've been, and things would have already fallen into place.

You had already figured that she had moved on, you just didn't expect it to be that fast. You knew the type of person she was, but it did sting a little bit knowing that your 2 ½ year relationship didn't really mean that much to her. Your mind instantly starts thinking of the what-ifs, what could have possibly made a difference in your relationship, and this infuriated you.

I mean, what the fuck was her deal? Trying to tell everyone you both ended amicably, how you eventually wanted to try again, but immediately getting with some other chick? I mean come on now. That was just petty and low.

And as if the universe was playing a joke on you, with the weeks after your breakup it seemed as if you were seeing the blonde everywhere, whether it was throughout the campus grounds, or perhaps at the gym. But nothing could have prepared you for your next encounter with the 6’0 point guard.

It was a friday night, and you had just finished your last final of the school year, the air was cool, and the sun was setting. Your friends had decided to celebrate by going to an end of the year house party, hosted by one of UConns most infamous frat houses.

To be frank, you didn't really feel like going, the idea of being surrounded by a bunch of drunk college kids didn't really appeal to you. But somehow, your friends managed to convince you.

You wore a skin tight, tantalizing, black lace dress with some simple black pumps, dabbing a tiny, but noticeable amount of makeup on your face, that enhanced all your natural features.

As you entered and made your way through the party, music thumped loudly, echoing through the house and drawing people in. The air is thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat, mixed with the faint scent of cheap cologne and perfume.

Inside, the main room is packed with people dancing, laughing, and drinking. Red cups are scattered everywhere, filled with various concoctions of alcohol. The dance floor is a mass of bodies, moving and swaying to the sound of the music. With Strobe lights flashing, adding to the chaotic atmosphere.

After glancing around and observing the chaos filled room, you made your way to the make-shift bar set up near the kitchen, quickly helping yourself to the wide variety of alcoholic beverages the frat boys had to offer. You soon noticed a figure out of the corner of your eye lurking behind you, not paying any attention to it, you continued to tending to your drinks, hoping that whoever was behind you would just leave you alone.

As you turned around, you were met with a familiar set of blue eyes. The eyes that caused you so much pain and distress. You furrowed your brows, slightly frowning, before spitting out “what the fuck do you want?”, the blonde looked away slightly, before mumbling out a, “I just wanted to apologize to you, and yk make sure we were cool.”

If you weren't pissed off before, you certainly were now. You laughed slightly, before replying, “That's bullshit and you know it P.” Before quickly walking away, hoping to not run into her for the rest of the night.

But of course, the universe just couldn't let that happen. It felt as if everywhere you turned to, there she was, with a girl all over her. Whether she had her tongue down her throat, or occasionally grinding on each other, it didn't matter. All you knew was that this was Paige’s sick and twisted way of trying to make you jealous.

While it's shameful to admit now, you couldn't help but keep the shots coming, doing anything to keep your mind off the blonde.

It was only then when you spotted the two out of the corner of your eye, dancing on the dance floor. For some reason this dance looked oddly familiar, as if you've seen it somewhere. That's when it hit you, this was your dance, a dance you only did when your song was on, which to your luck happened to be playing.

A feeling of adrenaline and anger rushed over you, it was almost as if all your rationale just left your body and went to outer space. You quickly stormed your way over to both of them before spewing “So when you gonna tell her that we did that too??” Before looking over at the girl, who was now in return giving you a confused look, you continued, “She probably thinks its special, but it's all reused.”

“Y/N cmon, can we talk about this somewhere else?” Paige chimes in, before you snap a simple “No no, do you get deja vu when she's with you? Because i mean come on it’s so fucking obvious that-” the blonde cut you off by simply dragging you away from the living room and into the back patio of the house.

“Is that what this is about?” she says harshly, “why are you even so upset to begin with?” You felt as if someone had just punched you, not being able to grasp the fact that she herself can't grasp why you're so upset. “Dont act like we didn't do that shit too paige” you scoffed, “You're so pathetic. A different girl now but there's nothing new.”

The blonde just looks back at you, her gaze softening a bit, she bit her lip in anticipation of what you were going to say next, with tears welling in your eyes you managed to stammer out, “Do you call her, almost say my name? Because let’s be honest, we kinda do sound the same.”

A few minutes go by, the blonde remained quiet, just observing you through your sudden fit of rage; something you rarely did throughout your relationship. As if it was like clockwork, you suddenly snapped out of your sudden jealousy filled haze, and simply averted your eyes from Paige and onto the ground below you. Just releasing an annoyed sigh as you came to realization that you just word vomited incoherent sentences of jealousy to your ex.

The girl finally broke her silence, simply saying , “are you finally going to let me get a word in y/n?” But at this point, it was too late for the blonde to try and explain her actions, to give you closure, even tho in reality that is what you wanted; you knew you had to move on and try to rebuild your life outside of the blonde.

You simply shook your head in response, stating a sharp, “No, Paige. Im done trying to get you to understand what you did was wrong, and why it’s shitty that you keep doing it. Im done with you, goodbye.”

Before she could even reply you were already on your way out, the loud environment seeming to drown out everything and everyone around you. But unbeknownst to you, the blonde had given you a reply. Mumbling under her breath just quiet enough that you could hopefully hear it within earshot,

“But I wanted it to be you.”

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MY MODEL: PG.12 - im working, bitch

MY MODEL: jing yuan x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: seems like the Xianzhou has hired a freelance photographer to help with their new magazine. however, this model seems to have fallen head over heels for a certain photographer - what exactly is their story?

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SUNDAY, OCTOBER 8 2023 — 4:29 PM

FIDDLING WITH THE settings of your camera, you hear heavy footsteps approach — the dirt path crunching with every step made. Lifting your camera along with your head, you see a familiar shade of amber looking into your camera's lens with a glimmer of amusement in them.

Smiling softly at the sight of him, you take a picture of him right then and there.

"Has the photoshoot already started?" Jing yuan jests as you open your other eye to see him properly, without the white grid bordering his face.

"Nope, just wanted a new contact photo for you," you reply, clicking your cameras buttons to pull up the newest photo you took. "Not bad, right?" you turn your back to Jing yuan and raise your camera so he can no longer see the picture properly.

Leaning over your shoulder — breath tickling your ear lobe and your cheek — his baritone voice humming in your ear, "Mhm, it looks nice."

Feeling the tips of your ears burn, you play off the smile encroaching on your face by thanking him for his praises. "So what do you wanna do first? Do you feel like laying in the field, or maybe holding some of the flowers? Which do you prefer?"

"Picking the flowers would be amusing, as we just did that last week," Jing yuan chuckled, following your footsteps further into the flower field.

"I think here is good," you say, grasping your camera.

Humming in agreement, he kneels down closer to the flowerbed as if admiring them. Smiling at the sight, you snap a photo of the back of his head looking down at the flowers below your feet; he looks over his shoulder, giving you a smirk and a hand reaching out.

Thinking nothing of it, you place your palm onto his unbeknownst to the outcome of your actions. Letting out a yelp as he pulls you into the flowerbed with him, managing to clutch onto your camera at the last moment.

Your impact on him forced Jing yuan to sit fully on the grass, hand no longer holding yours but instead steadying your shoulder as your head rested close to his chest. The rest of your body laying on the ground between his legs.

Jing yuans deep laugh filled your ears as you were able to smell the earthy scent much easier now that you were closer to the ground. "Why are you like this?" you exclaim, your head leaving his chest to stare at him face to face with your hands gripping his shoulders.

"The urge was simply to big to resist," he simply states with a lazy grin on his face that most definitely established that he held no regrets.

Rolling your eyes at his response, you hastily get up (from essentially his lap), brushing of the dirt off your clothes. Grumbling, "I'm working, bitch."

FINDING COMFORT IN the shade of a nearby tree, you admire Jing yuan from a distance. He was once more kneeling in the flower field, his amber eyes matching the glow of the sun perfectly.

You mentally argue with yourself on whether or not to take a photo, but that decision has already been made up for you as the model stood up with something new added to his silhouette. "Close your eyes!" his voice calls out.

"I'm scared," you say, closing your eyes nonetheless.

"Are they closed?"

"Yes."

"Good," he replies, voice now much closer than before.

The only thing your senses picked up on was the sound of Jing yuan's shoes stepping on the dirt path to the tree you were under and the smell of the flowers that surrounded every direction.

After a moment, you hear a gentle, "Open."

Blinking once, then twice to become adjusted to the sun's light once more, you're met with makeshift bouquet of daisies being offered to you. "Well?" he asks, eyes scanning your face for your reaction to his gift.

You were helpless against the smile that grew on your face, a light-hearted laugh escapes your lips, "Let me take a picture first."

The sun's rays fell perfectly against the folds of his clothes; the soft white petals of the daisies practically blending in with his shirt. Your camera clicked at the sight, looking down at the digital screen you see the results, "Nice."

"We should get one more," you say, looking at Jing yuan for his opinion on it. He only stares at you blankly, blinking once as if asking you a question in return. Glancing back down into his hand, you softly scoff at his antics and take the freshly made bouquet.

His lips quirk up into a smile, nodding his head in agreement as to what you said prior.

“Cool, now get your ass up on that swing,” you deadpan, pointing your free hand up at the swing made of simply wood and rope hanging from the trees sturdy branch; swaying slightly due to the wind.

“Alright,” he nodded once more, sitting on the swing; kicking his feet on the grass to start swinging on his own.

Stepping back, you lifted your camera to your face with the only thing that could be heard was the chirping of birds and the click of your cameras buttons.

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The Girl Next Door: Chapter 6 (Hazel Callahan, Bottoms)

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The Girl Next Door

You hadn't been close with your neighbor Hazel for years. But you find her beat up in the locker room after fight club and all of that changes

Chapter 6

Isabel and Brittany question you about Hazel. Your best friends can’t help but try and push you and Hazel together, and it seems to be getting to your head. It almost seems like Hazel is treating you like more than a friend?

Word count: 4.2k

CW: Profanities, not beta read

It’s Saturday night, at Brittany’s house, with her and Isabel. Brittany is painting your nails your favorite color when she notices the beaded bracelet on your wrist.

“H?” she questions. “Why the letter H?”

“Oh. The H. It’s for Hazel, actually,” you explain, avoiding eye contact and praying your face isn’t flushed.

“Are you guys like-” Isabel starts with clear excitement but you cut her off. “No, it's not like that. Like at all. Not even a little. We were always best friends, and now we are again.”

“Ok, fine, I guess. But we had no idea you two even knew each other until like a week ago. What happened between you guys because I’ve literally never seen you two interact with each other before now? Did you do something? Did she do something? Was it the both of you? Whatever happened had to have been bad, so why are things ok all of the sudden?” Isabel looks both confused and concerned. It makes sense why your best friend would be unsure of what to make of this confusing situation. You don’t even fully understand it yourself.

You take a deep breath before coming clean. “I’ve been in love with Hazel since middle school. But right when I realized I had feelings for her, she pushed me away, and I never knew why. I was in so much pain so I forced myself to move on. Make new friends, and eventually get into a relationship. But even though I had convinced myself otherwise, I’ve been in love with her the whole time. I found her bloody in the locker room after fight club one day and I couldn’t just leave her there like that. We ended up talking and reconnecting. I eventually confronted her, so she explained everything to me. I don’t want to share stories that aren’t mine to tell, but I will say that she just thought she was doing what was best for me. She apologized and I couldn’t help but forgive her. I know that Hazel never meant to hurt me, and I love her too much to pass up the opportunity to have her back in my life. All those years it felt like a piece of me was missing, and I finally had a chance to put things back together. I don’t have her the way that I want her, but it’s so much better than not having her at all.”

“Oh, wow.” Brittany takes a deep breath. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea you had been through all of that. But are you sure that this is worth it? Hazel is a sweetheart, and she would never do anything to hurt you on purpose, but are you going to be hurting yourself?” 

You run a hand through your hair and take a moment to think about it. This is kind of insane. You could potentially do some major damage to yourself. But there is nothing you want more than Hazel. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

“Well if that’s the case I’m really happy for you. You guys would be so cute together.” Isabel claps enthusiastically.

You shake your head no at her. “Isabel, please, don’t get my hopes up like that. I have no reason to believe that she feels the same way about me. If anything I’ve got far more evidence for her not seeing me like that. I think she’s just happy to be friends again.”

“Hazel mentions you in the notes like all the time. Like way more than anyone else.” Brittany grins mischievously. You raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” 

“The notes she takes every meeting and emails to everyone. Do you not get them?” 

You wrinkle your nose and furrow your eyebrows. “I get them. I never noticed it. I'm sure you guys are exaggerating and didn’t even think about it until now.”

Brittany laughs. “We have been suspicious since the first time we saw you guys together. Do you not know what you look like when you look at her? Haven’t you seen the way that she looks at you?”

Isabel is quick to add “you guys started driving to school together even though you love your alone time, and remember that night you hung out at her house? You didn’t answer your phone for hours and that is so unlike you.”

Before you even get a chance to defend yourself Brittany throws at you what she believes to be some hard hitting evidence. “I have seen you guys fight each other. The sexual tension is so obvious. I have never seen two people pin each other to the ground so much. Especially not with that hungry look in their eyes.”

You are at a loss for words, so you close your eyes and flop backwards to lay down. Isabel pokes your leg. You don’t open your eyes but that doesn’t stop her from asking “were you there the day we were talking about celebrity crushes?”

“Nope.” You hear her giggle. “Well I didn’t make the connection until now, but you know that actress that everyone says you look like? That’s Hazel’s celebrity crush.”

You open your eyes and sit up, feeling defeated. “I’m sure it is just a coincidence.”

“You can believe what you want, but I’m still going to be shipping you guys so hard!” Isabel squeals.

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Isabel and Brittany were not kidding when they said they would be rooting for you and Hazel. You appreciate their enthusiasm, but you would be mortified if Hazel noticed them giggling and watching you stand next to each other at the next fight club meeting. Isabel and Brittany’s eyes light up when you and Hazel are paired up for a fight. Your friend's stares were burning holes into the back of your head when you were on the ground straddling Hazel’s waist. This is only going to feed into their delusions. It seems useless at this point to hope they keep their eagerness in check.

It didn't take long for them to try and set you and Hazel up with each other, they took the first chance they got. You were unaware of their scheming until they approached you and Hazel at the end of fight club to see if you guys would want to get ice cream all together. “A little sweet treat before we all have to study for that math test tomorrow,” Isabel offers with a smile.

Brittany makes an excuse to take you with her in her car. “You forgot your shirt at my house, I need to give it back to you.” There was no shirt. Brittany just wanted to prepare you for what definitely isn’t a date, even though she seems to think it is. 

Brittany glances over at you while she is driving. “Do you want to fix your hair?” She asks.

You squint your eyes at her. “Uhh.. why?”

She playfully rolls her eyes. “Don’t you want to look nice for your date with Hazel?”

That makes you laugh. “Brittany, it’s not a date if she doesn’t know that it’s a date.”

“You know what I mean. I have a hair brush in the glove box. There’s also some lipstick in there if you want to use it.”

“I’m not going to try and impress a girl who doesn’t want to be impressed”

“But isn’t it worth trying?” Without answering you pull the brush and lipstick out of the glove box and flip down the mirror. 

Upon arrival, you and Brittany meet up with Hazel and Isabel before going inside. You enter first and approach the counter to order. After scanning your options you tell your friends “I can’t decide between cookies and cream and chocolate chip cookie dough.”

“Hey same!” Hazel smiles at you. 

“If neither of you can decide between them, why don’t you just get both and share?” Isabel teases. God Isabel, right in front of Hazel?

“Oh… I, uh…” you begin but Hazel cuts you off. “Sounds like a good idea, right?” she asks expectantly. You just nod and force a smile. As much as you have protested it, you would love for this to be a date. But it's not, and you need to keep your expectations in check. Once the ice cream Hazel had ordered for the two of you is ready, you pull out your wallet only for her to step in front of you and pay for the whole thing without even asking. You blush and look away, accidentally making eye contact with Brittany who mouths “date” to you. Your palm meets your forehead. You really are grateful that your friends are trying to help you out, but you are going to have to explain to them that getting your hopes up will only make things worse in the end. 

You intentionally sit next to Hazel, it will feel less romantic than being across from her. Not being able to stare longingly into her eyes is for the best. However, that didn’t keep you from questioning Hazel’s every move. Yes you were sharing food, but why did she sit so close to you? Seats nearly touching, practically shoulder to shoulder, knees brushing up against each other if moving more than an inch. Even worse, why did she put her arm around the back of your chair everytime she sat back to talk? Hazel talks a lot. If you weren't paying attention she would do it without you realizing and her arm would end up slung around your shoulders. You would sit there, absolutely mortified, while Isabel and Brittany failed to contain their excitement, though Hazel was none the wiser. You did your best to avoid looking over at her, that award winning smile and warm gaze far too easy to get lost in. 

About halfway through the bowls of ice cream Hazel excuses herself to the bathroom. 

Once Hazel is out of earshot Isabel slams her hands on the table and leans forwards. “Sooooooo…”

“So what?” You sigh. 

“Come on, you know what she means,” Brittany crosses her arms and grins.

You put your hands up in the air like you have been cornered by the police. “I can’t say that I know what you guys are talking about.”

“This date!” The two yell in unison. 

“Oh my god guys, could you please keep it down? I hate to break it to you, but if Hazel and I are on a date, then you two are on a date with each other. Just two best friends, eating some ice cream, that's all.”

“You are sharing ice cream!” Isabel exclaims, gesturing to the bowl in front of you. 

You run your hands through your hair. “Because you suggested it.”

Brittany points to Hazel’s chair. “You guys are sitting so close together.”

“Well we're sharing the ice cream.”

“She keeps putting her arm around you!” Brittany sounds exasperated. 

“You can’t ignore the way she looks at you!” Isabel pleads.

You put your hands down on the table in an attempt to further assert yourself. “If you keep getting my hopes up it's going to hurt even worse when she finally gets a girlfriend or in some other way makes it clear that she doesn't feel the same way.”

Brittany looks so disappointed. “We wouldn’t be trying to set you guys up if we didn't think there was something there.”

“I want this so bad,” slips out of your mouth as wild fantasies dance through your head. 

“Maybe it's time that you give this a chance,” Isabel timidly suggests. 

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it, but only if she took the lead,” you admit, nervously twisting your bracelet and averting your eyes. 

Isabel and Brittany’s eyes wander behind you, so with panicked eyes you sharply run your hand past your throat, signaling that this conversation is officially being cut off. 

Even though there is no way she could have known what had been discussed while she was gone, you are paranoid that Hazel somehow heard everything. You worry that the feelings left behind are written all over your face. Fortunately,  nothing goes wrong as you all finish eating.

After cleaning up you are the only one to sit back down at the table. The other girls look at you, confused. You tilt your head back and groan. “I do not want to go home and study for this test. It's going to be miserable.”

“Well how much have you studied so far?” Hazel questions.

“Not enough,” you sigh. Hazel steps towards you and takes your hand. You can’t even imagine how unfortunate the look on your face is right now. She pulls you up to your feet. “Just think,” she tries to encourage you,”by this time tomorrow it will be over, right?”

“Yeah, I guess you are right.” You concede, expecting her to let go of your hand at that point, but she doesn't. Hazel holds your hand all the way to the car, and doesn’t let go until she has opened up the passenger side door and you have made yourself comfortable.

You can hardly believe it, but maybe Isabel and Brittany are onto something? Like this is absolutely mind boggling and insane. Is this even possible, or a mere delusion? Furthermore, are you actually starting to get your hopes up? You are playing a dangerous game, but you reap what you sow.

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Last night you studied like your life depended on it, and it was exhausting. In the morning you hit the snooze button as many times as you can without the risk of being late, sacrificing a part of your morning routine each time you slammed on the button to make the blaring noise stop. In the end you walked out the door without a stitch of makeup in the sweatpants and sweatshirt you wore to bed.

You meet Hazel in your driveway. When you unlock the car’s doors she gets in right away. You open the door but stop to groan and pout. “I really don’t want to do this,” you whine to Hazel and she smiles and shakes her head. “Oh neither do I.”

“Then why don’t we just skip? We could stay home and binge watch something,” you suggest, half serious and half not. 

Hazel sighs. “I literally couldn’t want anything more.” Your breath hitches. “But, we both studied so much that it would be a waste to miss the test. Not to mention that your mom would kill the both of us if she found out that we skipped school.” Hazel leans over the center console and reaches her hand towards you. You take it and let her pull you into the car. You are very aware of how you keep finding your hand in hers. Are you unhappy about this test? Obviously. Are you slightly exaggerating because it means Hazel might hold your hand? That’s not even a question. 

You hesitate to start the car, so Hazel gently places her hand on your thigh. She tilts her head to the side, carefully observing you with a dreamy look in her eyes. Her hand placement was more than enough to snap you out of your mood. But the way she was looking at you? That just might make you risk it all. You fight off the urge to lean over and steal a kiss from the girl you love. 

When you turn the key in the ignition you are expecting Hazel to pull away, so you are pleasantly surprised when she doesn’t. Previously, you would have shied away from moments like these, but Isabel and Brittany have really gotten inside of your head. 

“If you want you can come hang out at my place after school. We can watch an old movie.” Hazel proposes. 

You look over and meet her gaze and a smile spreads across your face. “I would love that.”

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Hazel catches up with you on the way out of class after your test, putting her arm around your shoulders, causing a shock to your system. Though it’s a pleasant surprise, it isn’t easy to play it cool.

“So, how do you think you did?” Hazel smiles at you, looking at your… lips? You look down at your feet because you fear internal combustion, though still able to feel Hazel’s lingering gaze. 

You are so nervous that you stutter when you answer her question. “I-I um think I actually d-did well. How about you?”

“I’m going to be honest, I was a little distracted. I was thinking about, well, things. But I still think I managed to pull it off.” Despite her claims of having been distracted, she sounds rather excited and you can’t miss the opportunity to see that look on her face, so your eyes wander back up to meet hers. That cute goofy smile is more than enough to put all the stress from this test behind you. In all honesty, Hazel could erase just about anything from your mind. You know that your own expression must be mirroring hers. “Well I’m glad that you made it through okay.”

Hazel nods at you. “I’ve got to go but I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah of course.” 

Hazel pulls away from you, running her hand down your arm. The light graze of her fingertips momentarily lingers on your hand before finally drifting away and waving as she walks off. Hazel continues to look back at you until she stumbles into someone and has to turn her attention ahead of her.

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When you get to Hazel’s house Mrs. Callahan is delighted to see you, and invites you to sit down with her. Hazel rolls her eyes and leans against the doorway with her arms crossed. You smirk as an image of what Hazel would look like doing THE lean crosses your mind. When you sit down next to Mrs. Callahan she slides a magazine over to you. 

“I want you to have this. You don’t have to look at it now, but there is a spread that starts on page 17, it’s from one of my favorite designers and every outfit would look absolutely amazing on you! Check it out when you get the chance and definitely keep this in mind the next time you want to do some shopping.” Mrs. Callahan is beaming at you. Hazel has always been a tomboy so she loved talking about fashion with you and would join you and your mom on shopping trips.

You thank her and then Hazel clears her throat, so you start to get up.

“Can I ask you a quick question?” Mrs. Callahan asks.

“Of course.”

She leans and whispers, just low enough for Hazel not to be able to hear, “you’ve put that ex girlfriend of yours behind you, correct?”

Your eyes widen, taken off guard by the personal question. “Oh yeah, she's no longer a part of my life,” you explain, doing your best to keep your voice down because it’s clear she wants this conversation to be private.

Mrs. Callahan looks satisfied and you can only assume that your mother had divulged the details of your tumultuous relationship. She continues with her hushed tone “you deserve much better than the way that girl treated you, honey. I don’t think you will have to look too far to find the right girl for you.” 

“We should head upstairs,” Hazel calls over impatiently. 

“I’m actually heading out now. I won’t be back until pretty late.” Mrs. Callahan informs you. Hazel grumbles a goodbye and you wave before she walks out the door.

“I’m going to put my stuff in my room, I’ll be right back,” she tells you before disappearing up the stairs.

After entering the living room a feeling of nostalgia washes over you. There are so many memories here of blanket forts, movie nights, and playing games. After leaving your things in the corner you sit down all the way to the side of the couch, right up against the arm rest. It’s not long before Hazel appears in front of you, “Do you know what you want to watch?” You suggest a movie and Hazel thinks it’s a great idea. 

She takes a seat in the center of the couch, as if to give you some space, while also testing the waters of trying to get close to you. You aren’t quite sure how you feel about this yet, but decide to live in the moment. While looking at the tv, out of the corner of your eye, you see that Hazel is watching you. She looks a little dazed, eyes soft, biting her lip. When you look over to her she quickly snaps her head towards the tv.

The movie is lighthearted but anytime you and Hazel look at each other the eye contact is intense. Whether you are laughing at a joke or reciting a quote in unison you kept getting caught up in the moment. The part of the movie you were reacting to would pass, but you would still be gazing into her beautiful eyes, and she would be staring right back. Then, the two of you would realize what you were doing and regain your composure. 

You start to feel cold so you get up to get the sweatshirt you have in your backpack. 

“Where are you going?” Hazel questions, and you peer over your shoulder at her. There is disappointment in her eyes, seeing you walk away.

“Just grabbing my sweatshirt,” you reassure her.

“Are you cold?” She asks, looking concerned, and you nod your head. 

“I’ve got a blanket right here, if you want to use that instead,” Hazel offers, gesturing to a blanket hanging over the back of the couch. 

“Uh, sure. Thanks.” You take your spot back on the couch and Hazel passes you the blanket. 

“I think I’m actually cold too, would you mind sharing?” She inquires, fixing her hair even though it looks fine. 

You blink rapidly, a little taken back. “No, not at all.”

“Is it ok if I, uh, sit a little closer? It would be easier to share,” Hazel asks, looking down and fidgeting with one of her rings. 

You nod your head at her once again, feeling nervously excited. Hazel slides over and when she said close she meant close, she left no space between the two of you. Shaky hands drape the blanket across your laps. You feel your heart pounding in every part of your body. Isabel and Brittany’s idealistic thinking has infected your brain. Should you make a move to see how she reacts or wait and see if she does? You decide to wait and see if she takes any initiative. You meant it when you said you wanted 

Hazel doesn’t leave you waiting for long. She rests her arm behind you, on the back of the couch, like she is inviting you into her. You obviously take the bait. There was no space to close between you but you lean your weight into her and rest your head on her shoulder. Hazel then wraps her arm around your waist, holding you against her. It all feels like a dream, breathing in her scent, feeling the warmth of her body next to yours. You are buzzing from the way her hand is firmly planted on your waist. Her voice is like a melody and her laugh is like a warm hug. You savor every moment with her.

After the movie is over, and you are getting ready to go, Hazel puts her hand on your arm. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but what did my mom whisper to you earlier?”

“Oh, she just asked about my ex.”

“She asked you about what?”

“My ex.”

“Sorry, I heard you the first time, I just can’t believe she would bring that up, I told her not to.” Hazel sighs.

“What do you mean that you told her not to? Have you been discussing my love life Hazel Callahan?” You laugh at her. You aren’t mad, just intrigued.

“Your mom had told my mom about your break up, so she came to me to try and get more information. She was really worried about whether or not you were ok. I told her that I wasn’t totally sure, because we hadn’t talked much about it. But she knows that I wanted us to be, uh, friends again, so she was very hopeful that you were in the right place for us to start a- I mean start over. My mom would bring you up from time to time over the years, hoping we would be friends again. When I explained to her that it was hard to tell whether or not you were also in, uh, the right place for that, she told me that we are meant to be, I guess friends, so the opportunity would present itself.”

You smile, feeling a flush across your face, knowing that Hazel has always intended to get you back in her life. 

“Well, I am doing ok. I know a lot has happened between us, but I have a feeling that things are going to work out the way they are supposed to.”

#hazel callahan #hazelcallahan #bottoms hazel #hazel bottoms #hazel callahan blurb #hazel callahan bottoms #hazel callahan brainrot #hazel callahan x you #hazel callahan fanfiction #hazel callahan imagine #hazel callahan x reader #hazel x reader #hazelfanfic #hazel callahan fic #hazel callahan fluff #hazel callahan x fem reader #hazel callahan x fem!reader #hazel from bottoms #hazel callahan headcanons

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Hiiii :3

do you have any jojo headcanons?? It can be for any character :]

oooh absolutely!!! I’ve never made a post about my head cannons before!!!

These are just the ones I can think of off the top of my head!! And a lot of my head cannons are like, au specific anyway hehe

Also a lot of these will be post cannon :]

-Diamond is Unbreakable-

-jotaro taught josuke and okuyasu how to do eyeliner

-tomoko listens to Britney Spears when she cleans her house

-tonio sends okuyasu “left over” (freshly cooked, made expressly for this purpose) meals a few times a week

-koichi’s mom invites Rohan over for dinner fairly often (he excepts occasionally)

-Golden Wind-

-narancia’s favorite thing to do is listen to music with his friends and just chill

-he has playlist for all of them

-he likes to sit upside down in chairs (supposedly helps him focus ((he just does it because he can)))

-nara ikes to have other people read to him because he’s better at remembering it that way (usually fugo reads to him)

-giorno isn’t super good at video games, but he gets very serious and into them regardless

-fugo and trish used to not get along very well, but now they just bicker at each other for fun

-they read crappy YA novels together!!!!

-fugo has a copy of divergent he added commentary in the margins of, and long rants at the end of the book (he stuck extra paper in)

-he did this to try and get mista to read divergent (it worked ((mista hated it)))

-that copy was passed around the whole group so it has a bunch of notes from everyone

-fugo keeps all his books in stacks and low bookshelves because he dislikes the way ceiling-high bookshelves loom over him

-fugo genuinely had it out for abbachio when he first joined Bruno’s gang, to the point that he would try and get him in trouble with bruno for no reason

-abbachio lets Trish do his makeup sometimes

-abbachio will sleep in all day, and if he’s ever up early it’s because he never went to bed at all

-Stone ocean-

-weather and anasui will usually try and get extra breakfast (or save some of theirs) to give to emporio

-emporio likes FNAF

-he makes his friends play horror games with him (jolyne and anasui mostly, because jolyne is good at them, and anasui screams like a little girl)

-Steel Ball Run-

-diego is effected by cold and heat more since he developed his stand

-he occasionally gets the extreme urge to chew on something (or more specifically to eat a rock), however save the times he is fully in his dinosaur form or close to it, his teeth aren’t strong enough to eat them :[

-which is why his gloves have many pinprick holes in them from where he chews on the extra fabric around his fingers

-diego is a total nerd about anything animal related and will happily info dump at any opportunity, but somehow still be prissy about it

-gyro is consistently baffled by at least half of the phrases that Johnny says, because he doesn’t know what they mean

-gyro saws some serious logs in his sleep (he snores very loudly)

-he has a journal he’s really secretive about

-one time Johnny read the journal and it was just dumb joke ideas and a really weird bucket list

#my posts #asks #headcannons #my headcanons #jjba #diamond is unbreakable #golden wind #vento aureo #stone ocean #steel ball run #jojos bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo #okuyasu nijimura #josuke higashikata #tomoko higashikata #koichi hirose #narancia ghirga #giorno giovanna #trish una #pannacotta fugo #leone abbacchio #guido mista #jjba weather report #narciso anasui #emporio alnino #jolyne cujoh #diego brando #gyro zeppeli #johnny joestar #long post

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Drive

A/N- During the normal April rain, i got the urge to watch some more of S4. Have i officially finished it yet? No. Does it still give me little ideas every now and then? Absolutely. And sorry to come back with such a (somewhat) depressing fic 😂 please know i’ve been working on a few things back and forth for the last two months so expect a few scattered fics here and there when i get around to finishing them. I still miss you all very much 😘 (P.S. i got this story while listening to Drive by The Cars, hence the title :p)

Summary- Late one night you get a call from Eddie that sends chills down your spine

Genre- Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Warnings- S4 spoilers, mentions of death/dying

Tag List- @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @esme-viridian @gvf23 @wheels-of-despair

(tag list is always open, let me know if you’d like to be added 🖤)

Word Count- 4.5k

Tonight was finally the night.

The last dreadful day of school before spring break, thank god. For another seven days you would be able to stay up late, sleep in, hang out with the guys, smoke, put a dent into the list of movies Jeff and Gareth had been making for you to watch before you die, and maybe finally dive into that stack of books next to your nightstand that you’ve been putting off reading. All the while you’d have full accessibility to the house while your parents were on vacation for a little spring break of their own.

It would be bliss. Save for the few shifts at work during the week, but it was a sacrifice you’d be willing to make for all that extra free time.

You had finally sat down after a shower, your hair still damp at your shoulders as you sat on the couch with a bag of chips at your side and a can of pop waiting to be opened at the living room table, you reached for the remote and as soon as you clicked the power button you could hear the incessant ringing of the telephone. As much as you wanted to ignore it and let it ring, something just didn’t feel right.

There was something that washed over you as you glanced down the hall at the phone on the wall, and just couldn’t help but carefully wander down to pick it up. Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach before you could even say anything.

Eddie was at the other end. Crying, hyperventilating, and you could just hear his panicked pacing through his quick speech. It took a moment for you to even realize what was happening before finally speaking up,

“Eddie! Eddie, calm down, i can’t understand you. What’s wrong? What happened?”

“I don’t know!” He shouted into the phone between sobs, “I was in my bedroom and then walked out and she was acting so strange and then she started floating and-“ He couldn’t finish. Whatever it was that had happened, you knew it wasn’t something that could be fixed with him calming down.

“Ok, it’s ok, you don’t have to tell me. I know you’re really scared right now, i’m here for you ok.”

“(y/n), i don’t know what to do…” He cried out, and it was heartbreaking hearing just how badly he was hurting without even knowing what was going on. The mystery of it all was panic inducing enough for you, you couldn’t imagine how Eddie was feeling on the other end.

“Eddie, i need you to listen very carefully to me, ok? I want you take a deep breath, i want you to get your keys, and i want you to drive over here. Don’t bother with going home, don’t bother grabbing anything or stopping anywhere, get over here now. I don’t know what the situation is but i can tell that whatever it is, it isn’t safe.”

He said not another word, and you heard the click of the phone on the other end, the disconnect tone playing in your ear wasn’t helping the situation.

Within minutes you could hear the screeching tires of Eddie’s van pull into your driveway. You watched from the front window as he struggled to pull the keys from the ignition, rushing to get out as fast as he could. When he saw you carefully open the door for him he couldn’t help but run to you, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace, his head buried in your chest and you could hear the slow sobs start once more.

“Ok, it’s ok. Shh, it’s ok…” You still had no idea what was happening.

All you knew was that Eddie was here, crying, panicked, scared, and he needed you.

You quickly shut the front door, clicking the lock and moving your arms around him once more, one hand moving to cradle the back of his head as you felt his tears start to soak through your shirt.

He was trembling, cold to the touch, and you were terrified not knowing what on this earth had made him feel this way. He was in a state that you had never seen him in before, and as painful as it was to not bombard him with every question you had floating around in your brain about what could possibly be making him like this, you let him be. He needed time, and what he needed now was someone to make him feel right again.

The moment you heard the sobs start to quiet and his breathing became slower, you carefully pulled yourself away, hand still on the back of his head to comfort him as his arms never left your sides,

“Shh, it’s alright. Take a few deep breaths ok?”

Eddie looked up to you and nodded, his bloodshot eyes slowly closing as he took a few shaky deep breaths. Your hands moved to his cheeks, wiping away the few stray tears that slipped through.

“You don’t have to tell me what happened right now,” Eddie opened his eyes as you held his cheeks, “but i need to know if you’re hurt, or if someone else is hurt…” You looked down to his Hellfire Club shirt, spotting a few stray droplets of blood, but Eddie seemed to be physically fine.

“Someone else…” The thought of whatever had happened made him muster up another quick sob.

“I’m glad you’re ok. We’ll worry about that in a little bit ok, right now let’s stand you up.” He nodded once more and your arms moved to hold onto his, trying to give him a reassuring smile as he did his best to slow his breathing back to normal, “Let’s go get you cleaned up, come with me.”

You still held onto his arm as you led him upstairs. This wasn’t the first time he had come over, he knew the layout of your home well, but you wouldn’t dare leave his side while he was in this state.

You slowly walked him down the hall and into the bathroom, letting him carefully sit on the toilet as you leaned over and fidgeted with the knobs for the faucet. Eddie leaned over, his elbows at his knees, palms at his forehead. His breathing had slowed finally, but he was quiet. You reached your hand beneath the faucet and once the water felt warm enough you pulled the curtain and started the shower for him, kneeling on the floor before him.

“Eddie?” He slowly moved his hands and looked to you, eyes still bloodshot with swollen cheeks from all the tears he had shed, “I know that whatever it is you’re going through isn’t easy, but all i want to do is help you. You know that right?”

He was still silent, but nodded.

“Take a shower, clean yourself up. I promise i’ll be nearby the whole time, and i’m going to come back in a few minutes with a towel and pajamas for you, ok?”

He nodded again, and you gave him another smile as you stood. You pushed the hair aside on his forehead and placed a gentle kiss to the space, and it seemed that this finally got a reaction out of him. His lips twitched at the corners, and you could see he wanted to smile back to you but he was just so exhausted.

You left the bathroom and shut the door behind you, standing there for just a moment to listen for anything. As soon as you heard a bit of shuffling and his clothes hitting the floor you smiled to yourself and wandered to the hall closet, grabbing a towel and then heading into your parents room to steal a pair of your dads pajama pants and an extra shirt for Eddie to change into. They’d be oversized and probably a little uncomfortable but they were better than nothing.

You walked back to the bathroom door, towel and clothes in hand, and waited. After a deep breath, and a quick shake just to get your nerves in place, your gently rapped your knuckles at the door,

“Eddie?” You opened the door just a crack, “I’m coming in, ok?”

You only heard a groan from him, but it was enough for you to enter once again. You saw his clothes piled up on the floor and placed the towel on top of the toilet, the extra pajamas on the counter. You could hear a few sounds from him through the curtain, a few groans and it sounded like he was doing his best to keep his composure. You left him to his business, grabbing his clothes off of the floor and quickly folding them into a pile and carrying them out with you, save for his underwear that you left with the extra pajamas for him.

“I’ll be in my room ok? Take all the time you need and i’ll be there when you’re done.” You said before stepping back out into the hall and softly closing the door behind you.

With one more deep breath you walked to your bedroom door, flicking the light switch on and leaving the door open for Eddie whenever he was finished and ready to come in. His clothes were placed on top of your dresser and you quickly wandered around to grab a few things for him. Extra pillow and blanket, a hair brush and some detangling solution, and you grabbed a few small snacks from your munchies stash under your bed for him to snack on. You didn’t know what he would’ve needed, but it was a good idea to be prepared for anything.

As you sat on your bed waiting for him you reached for the remote and switched on your TV, you heard the floorboards creaking at your door. Eddie was standing there in your doorway, towel in hand with his wet hair soaking the shoulders of the oversized shirt.

“Hey, come on in, close the door behind you.” You smiled to him, standing up and approaching him slowly, “Here, you take this, and i’ll take that,” You had handed him the TV remote and took the towel from his hands, leading him to the end of your bed, “you sit and find something to watch. Let me deal with your hair, i know you like how gentle i am with it.”

Eddie finally gave you a smile. A small one, but it was something. He sat at the end of your bed and you sat behind him on the mattress, reaching over and grabbing their hairbrush and detangler before lifting his wet hair and draping the towel over his shoulders.

He finally seemed calm as you sprayed the fruity scented detangler into his hair, gently brushing at the end in small sections as he finally found a channel to settle on. It was one of the local public access channels that showed old music videos while the host talked about all his favorite parts from the video afterwards. Music was always his happy place.

Eddie breathed deeply, quietly, sitting there before you with his eyes on the tv while you gently brushed his hair. He was always so grateful to have you to turn to when he wasn’t ok. Though it was odd to see him like this.

You had seen him cry when he was panicked over having to repeat another school year, you had seen him scared after Wayne found out he had swiped a few cans of beer from the fridge, but this was something new. This was a different kind of fear. He wasn’t trying to brave this one out and take it on the chest like he had before. It was like he had reverted to a scared little boy with no clue what to do or who to turn to. This was something he couldn’t face alone and he knew you knew that now.

You kept quiet as you finished with his hair, setting the brush down next to you and using the towel to scrunch his curls, gently pulling it off of his shoulders and bringing it to your hamper. He didn’t move as you went to sit next to him, only turning to you as you nudged his shoulder to grab his attention.

His face was still slightly puffy from the tears he had shed, his eyes were slightly pink, but his breathing was normal and that you were grateful for.

“Are you ok?”

His eyes wandered away from yours and he shook his head gently, still not speaking.

“Eddie, i know you might not think i’ll understand whatever it is you’re going through, but i want to understand. Please…” You moved yourself to sit in front of him, his view of the TV blocked by your form, “I just want to know what happened.”

Eddie clenched his eyes shut and took a deep breath, and as he opened his eyes they began to water once more,

“You won’t believe me…” He choked out.

You stood for a moment and quickly ran over to your nightstand, grabbing the box of tissues for him to use whenever he needed them.

“Yes i will.” You reassured him. “Eddie, i know you wouldn’t lie to me, but i don’t know what’s going to happen if you don’t tell me. You said someone else was hurt and i saw the blood on your clothes… If you did something-“

“I didn’t do anything!” He shouted, cutting you off mid-sentence.

You sat back on your legs and reached over to turn down the volume on the TV, sitting and waiting patiently for Eddie to be ready to finally tell you what the cause of all his panic was. You could sense that he was ready, it was just hard to find the words.

With one last deep breath he looked down at his hands in his lap,

“I was at the trailer with Chrissy, i met her after school and she said she was going through some stuff. Asked for something strong. I left her in the living room while i went to look for it and when i came back she was acting… different.”

You tried to move closer to him but he backed himself away.

“Different how?” You asked.

His lip started to quiver and his eyes were shut tight again.

“She was just standing there… silent. Her eyes were rolled back and then her feet just lifted off of the ground, but not like she was floating, like someone had picked her up but there was nothing… no one…”

You gave him time. He needed patience, and you could see that whatever happened next was what caused him to act the way he was. He was terrified of something, someone, but he didn’t know what or who.

“I tried to wake her up and see if maybe she was just freaking out or something but…” His lip quivered as he tried to collect himself, but it was clear that this was an event he was having to relive every time he closed his eyes, “She floated up to the ceiling and it was like…” He started to hyperventilate again, and you inched closer, reaching out and gently grasping his arm, though this time he didn’t move away, “it was like something was inside her, breaking every bone in her body…” He couldn’t stop the flow of tears, and you couldn’t bear to have this go on any longer. Though it sounded crazy, Eddies reactions weren’t making it seem crazy.

“Ok, ok, you don’t have to tell me anymore, it’s alright.”

Eddie quickly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in close as he sobbed into your shoulder. You held him gently, slowly moving your fingers through his hair to try and comfort him. It always worked before.

“You don’t have to tell me any more…”

You said to him quietly, the music on the TV softly playing in the background was helping slightly to dull the horrific reaction Eddie was having to this memory.

A few moments had gone by, and though he was no where near better, his breathing was slowing and the tears were slowly stopping. Or maybe he just didn’t have any left in him.

“You think i’m crazy, don’t you?” He said through slow breaths.

“No.” You said plainly, “I don’t think you’re crazy Eddie. It sounds unreal but… with how you’ve been reacting i don’t see anything else making sense…”

It was an insane scene to think about. It sounded like something straight out of a horror movie, and those things were fine, they weren’t real. But this was. And Eddie was horrified.

“Did you call anyone else about this? Did you tell the guys or the police?”

“No…” He whimpered, hiding his head back into your shoulder, “I ran… I didn’t know what else to do or who else to go to…”

“Eddie,” You carefully lifted his face away from your shoulder, grabbing a tissue and wiping away the tears that trailed down his cheeks, “I know it’s scary, but you have to go to the police.”

“I can’t…”

“Yes you can.”

“I can’t, they’ll know i did it!” He shouted.

“You didn’t do anything!” You shouted back, quieting him once more, “I’ll go with you, i’ll vouch for you, i’ll say that you saw her earlier in the day and then you came over afterwards, i know you couldn’t have done something like this Eddie.”

“No.” He said it with no emotion between every word you were saying, “No, no, no. You are NOT lying to the police for me (y/n).”

“Then what are you going to do?”

Eddie was silent for a moment, sniffling as he recollected himself. He brought his knees up to his chest and looked down into his lap,

“I don’t know… They’re going to think it was me anyways…”

“Don’t say that!”

He could hear in your voice that talking about this was making you more and more worried for him. That’s the last thing he wanted.

“I’ll figure something out.”

You were quiet.

Neither of you were sure how to go about something like this.

You moved yourself to sit back next to him, your legs crossed in front of you as you fidgeted with your fingers in your lap. The quiet music on the TV was fading in and out and as the song played, somehow it managed to calm both your nerves, at least a little bit. You slowly leaned over and put your head onto his shoulder as you sat together, bringing your hand up to wipe away a single tear that had fallen from your eye. But of course once the first one started, it was difficult to stop. Eddie only noticed your tears after he heard a few muffled sniffles from next to him.

He looked over to you and saw the wetness at your cheeks and reached one arm around your shoulder to pull you in closer,

“Why are you crying?”

“Because,” Another sniffle as you reached up to wipe your eyes, “I’m worried about you…”

The corners of Eddie’s lips curled up into a small smile as he rested his head on top of yours,

“It’ll be alright… I promise.”

You silently nodded, looking up at him with a pursed smile through your wet eyes. You didn’t know if he would be alright, but Eddie wasn’t the type to lie. Especially not to you.

With a deep breath, you slowly shut your eyes and let out a yawn, Eddie catching it and doing it himself a moment later.

“Why don’t we get to bed?” You offered, “We’ll get everything figured out in the morning.”

Eddie nodded, slowly getting up and stretching his arms over his head as you stood up next to him.

You wandered over to your bed, grabbing a few pillows and holding them in your arms as you started to pull one of the blankets away for Eddie to use before he stopped you,

“Wait! Um…” He was hesitant for a moment, but you let him take his time, “Could i uh… If you’re ok with it-“

“Do you want to sleep in bed with me?” You cut him off, seeing that he was a bit uncomfortable at the thought of having to ask. He nodded and you smiled to him as you placed the pillows back into their spots, “Of course you can.”

You pulled the covers back to make room for him as he wandered to the other side of your bed. He’d stayed the night plenty of times before, but never like this. Just the two of you sharing a bed. The thought of it made his heart flutter, and maybe under different circumstances he might even consider it a romantic thing between you with the music helping the mood. But he was just happy that you cared so much for him.

He didn’t know if you liked him or not, but he knew that you loved each other.

“Go ahead and make yourself comfortable.” You fluffed up his pillows as he sat at the edge of your bed, grabbing the remote as you walked over to Eddie’s side, “Here. Put on anything you want, i’m going to go downstairs really quick and make sure everything is locked up ok?”

Eddie nodded as he took the remote from you, closing his eyes gently as you pushed his hair back from his forehead and placed a gentle kiss onto the skin,

“I’ll be right back, but just in case, you call me if you need me ok?”

He nodded once more, the corners of his lips curling into a smile as he watched you leave the room. The quiet music and the sound of your fading footsteps somehow made him forget about the incident. Or at least forget as much of it as he could.

He kept his attention on the TV, listening to the music play to get his mind off of everything else that had happened that night. He didn’t know what he was going to do, but he knew that he couldn’t have you getting hurt because of him too.

He looked at the remote in his hands and fidgeted with the buttons for a moment, looking back up at the door as he heard you enter the upstairs hallway and close your bedroom door behind you.

“All locked up.” You said with a smile.

Eddie smiled back and took a deep breath as he set the remote onto the nightstand next to your bed.

“Want to keep the TV on?” You asked as another song started to play.

Drive by The Cars.

Eddie nodded and pulled the covers up over himself, settling into bed, yet keeping his eyes on you. He needed to make sure he had you in his sight, just in case. You reached out and turned off the light switch, the glow from the TV softly illuminating your room.

It was strange.

You’d dreamt of a moment like this before.

Eddie in bed with you, safe and comforted, though you never had imagined it would happen like this.

You slowly walked over to your side of the bed, lifting the covers and laying yourself next to Eddie as he sat with his back against the pillows resting on the headboard. He had been staring at nothing and yet he seemed like he had been seeing everything at once. Glazed over with both fear and exhaustion. All you wanted to do was help, Eddie knew that, but a situation like this was so hard to read.

“Hey,” You said softly up to him, his head turning to look down to you, “lay down. I want to talk to you for a second, ok?”

Eddie slowly moved his body downward, lifting the covers up as he adjusted himself next to you, trying so desperately to keep himself at a respectful distance. His face was close to yours, noses so close to touching, and you could feel the warmth of his body as it lay close. Even in times like this he still kept so warm.

“I’m scared too… I don’t know what it is that you saw, but i promise you that i’ll do everything i can to make sure you’re safe.”

“(y/n), you don’t have to do that-“

“I do.” You cut him off sternly, “Eddie, i love you. I care about you. The only other time you’ve ever come to my house freaked out was when Wayne caught you swapping out his vodka because you didn’t know alcohol froze.” Eddie smiled to himself as he remembered that night, knowing he fully deserved his punishment for doing something that stupid, “Whatever happened, i know you didn’t do it. I know you. Do you have anywhere else you can stay? Some place safer?”

Eddie thought to himself for a moment. He didn’t know. He had a million things racing through his head, before finally looking to you and nodding his head. You were unsure of his answer, but you didn’t want to keep prying.

“I don’t want to tell you what to do Eddie, but you really need to tell someone what happened.” You reached your hand up and gently held his cheek, and you could see that though he didn’t know what he needed, he needed you to be there with him, “I just want you to be ok…”

He could hear the cracking of your voice, knowing how hard you were trying to hold back your emotions, but it was terrifying. For him, for you, and for god knows who else this may have happened to.

Eddie reached up and grasped your hand in his, holding it tightly as he looked to your eyes,

“I promise i’ll be ok.”

You couldn’t tell if he meant it, but you nodded as you looked to him. He wanted to be ok, and you knew he could take care of himself, but when Eddie needed help you knew it was serious. You just hoped he’d be able to come out of this unharmed.

Eddie took a deep breath and moved his hand to the back of your head, raising his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. His arms slowly wrapped around your body, pulling you in close, and as he moved himself closer to you it was clear he was starting to cry again. Softly. Quietly.

Your arms moved around him and held him tightly, one hand slowly moving through his hair as the other gently scratched over his shoulders to comfort him,

“Shh, it’s ok…” His quiet sobs and whimpers only made you hug him closer, “I’m right here with you, you’re safe, i promise…”

It would take a while before either of you would get any sleep, you figured as much when Eddie ran through your door and into your arms. He needed someone there and you were so happy to be the person he came to, wether you knew how to help him or not.

As you lay in each others arms, the slow song playing softly from the TV soon was able to lull you both to sleep.

Every now and then throughout the night, Eddie would wake up in a cold sweat, seeing the scene that had unfolded before his eyes earlier. He’d look around the room, see you sleeping so soundly in his arms, and he’d calm down.

He was safe where he was.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson hurt/comfort #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic

[middleearthpixie]

Something in the Night ~ Chapter Twenty-Three

Summary: Following the Battle of the Five Armies, a seriously wounded Thorin Oakenshield returns to Erebor to recuperate and eventually ascend the throne as king. With the deaths of Azog the Defiler and his son, Bolg, Thorin no longer has to worry about the bounty the Defiler placed on his head and can instead concentrate on restoring Erebor to its former glory. 

Nina Carren of Esgaroth has one goal—to make Thorin Oakenshield pay for unleashing Smaug the dragon unto her home—where he destroyed the town and killed her family. The Defiler might be gone, but his bounty remains very much in place, and she fully intends to collect on it. 

Finally, the opportunity shows itself for her to do just that, only to have it go horribly awry. Wounded and now at his mercy, neither Nina nor Thorin stopped to think what might happen, should things not go quite according to plan…

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x ofc Nina Carren

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 3k

Khuzdul: kunbûna - bitch

Afsêl mê, kunbûnaul -fuck you, you son of a bitch

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Previous chapters can be found here. 

“Well, you seem chipper.”

Thorin smiled as Dís came into the Great Hall, where he sat sipping tea after finishing breakfast. “A good morning to you as well, Dís.”

She drew out the chair next to his and sank into it. “Dare I ask why you are in such a good mood this morning? I went to pay Elisin a visit before breakfast, but she was not in her chambers, which leads me to wonder if she is in as chipper a mood as you?”

“I cannot possibly answer that, as she’s not been in my chambers as all, if that is what you’re intimating.”

Dís’ smile faded. “She hasn’t?”

“No. Did you think she had?”

“I did, indeed. And while I should not condone it, seeing you almost cheerful would help me overlook any indiscretions.”

He chuckled softly. “I hate to burst your bubble, little sister, but I did not spend the night with Elisin.”

Dís’ eyes narrowed. “You are still far too cheery to have been alone.”

“I never said I was alone, did I?” He lifted his tea cup to his lips, drew a sip, then lowered it to add, “I simply was not with Elisin.”

“Thorin!”

“What?” He set the cup down and propped an elbow on the table, resting his chin on his fist. “Should I lie and say I was alone?”

“Well… it’s none of my business, really.”

“No,” he nodded, “it isn’t, but we both know that you have a rather difficult time with minding your own matters instead of mine, so I’ll humor you right now. So, you might as well ask me.”

“Ask you what?”

“With whom I spent the night. I know it’s driving you mad.”

A hint of blush stained her cheeks and at first, she said nothing, but then, with a soft sigh, she nodded. “It is.”

“I know. And if it will put your mind at ease before I confess my deep, dark secret, just know, I fully intend to ask her for her hand.”

“Elisin?”’

“No. The woman with whom I spent last eve.”

Dís’ blush deepened. “Thorin.”

“What? I do.”

“Who is she?”

“Her name is Nina. And she is the mercenary who traveled with us from Rivendell.”

“The woman in the infirmary? Your mystery mercenary?” Dís’ eyebrows almost disappeared into her hairline, they jumped so high. “But… she is of Man!”

“Yes,” he nodded, lifting his cup once more, “I am well aware of that.”

“And you—” she leaned closer, her voice barely a whisper, “slept with her?”

He brought the cup to his lips, then nodded, and bit back his own laughter as her jaw actually went slack. It was the first time he could recall seeing his sister utterly speechless, the sight something he wished to savor as long as he could. 

“Thorin!”

“What?” He lowered the cup. “She saved my life. More than once.”

“So you thought you’d repay her by sleeping with her?”

“No, don’t be silly. But, I’ve come to know her—and don't look at me like that, you know what I mean—and in the process… I’ve fallen in love with her, Dís. I wish to marry her.”

The look of shock mixed with hints of horror slowly faded from her face. “You love her? Truly?”

He nodded. “I do. Truly.”

“And she loves you back?”

“She does.”

“And Elisin knows?”

“No.” He shook his head slowly, tracing his forefinger about the rim of his cup. “I’ve not spoken to her yet. That comes next.”

“Save yourself the trouble, Thorin, for I know about you and the whore.”

Both he and Dís jumped at the sound of Elisin’s voice and he twisted to see her standing behind them, in the doorway. He swallowed hard at the cold fury etched into every line of her face, into the icy darkness of her eyes. “Elisin.”

“You were with her last eve, weren’t you?” She came into the Great Hall. “And she opened her legs for you, didn't she? Right in Narnerra’s infirmary. Where anyone might have happened upon you!”

“Elisin, why don't I fetch us more tea and we can talk this out?” Dís asked softly, looking from him to Elisin.

“I don't want any tea.” Elisin’s gaze remained locked on him. “I want to know why you debased yourself with her, Thorin? I would have welcomed you into my bed and yet you gave no indication of even being interested in that, but somehow, that kunbûna—”

“Enough,” he growled, rising from his chair to move and catch her by the elbow, “and this is not the place for this.”

As he spoke, he steered her away from the Great Hall, where they were already garnering looks, and out in to the corridor, where he faced her. “You will take care with what you say where Miss Carren is concerned.”

Every last bit of Elision’s bravado faltered then, her eyes filling with tears. “So, it’s true, then? You spent last night in her company? Tell me, were you plowing her?”

His gut tightened. “We are not discussing this.”

“We don't have to,” she told him softly, her lips now trembling. “You’ve spoken volumes without saying a single word. But, if you will, be honest with me, Thorin. This… this woman, do you love her?”

He held her stare for a long moment, then slowly nodded. “I do, yes. But know this, I did not intend for it to happen. In fact, I tried to tell myself it wasn't happening.” He drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly before saying, “But I was lying to myself, Elisin. And I cannot continue to do so.”

“You should have been honest with me.”

“I should have and I apologize that I wasn’t, but it snuck up on me. As I said, I did not intend to fall in love with her. It simply… happened.”

She pressed her lips together for a long moment, then slowly nodded. “It’s about time you’re being honest with me, you know.”

“I apologize if I hurt you, Elisin, for that was never my intention.”

“Never your in—tell me, what would have happened, had that har—had she—not come back here? Would you have simply let me believe you cared about me? Would you have lied to both of us for the next hundred years?”

A hint of shame warmed his insides. “I cannot say, since it did not go that way. I tried to ignore what I felt for Nina, what I feel for her, but I can do so no longer.” He drew in a deep breath, choosing his next words as carefully as he could, “in time, I hope you will not only understand but forgive me. I did not set out to hurt you, as I said.”

“And yet, you let me believe you felt something for me, all the while you pined for another.” She shook her head, her eyes going cold as fury crept into her voice. “You are a coward, do you know that? A coward and a fool. There is no way anyone here will accept that kunbûna as their queen and I cannot blame them. She is of Man and is not fit to wipe your boots. It’s only too bad that by the time you figure that out for yourself, it will be too late.”

“I think it would be best if you left, Elisin. Go back to Ered Luin, back to your life, as you are no longer welcome here.”

“I would have made a fine queen,” she told him. “And you are only too stupid to see it. Too busy thinking with your co—”

“Enough,” he growled, his patience gone. “I did not expect you to be happy about this, but I did expect you to be civil about it.”

“Civil? You’ve been lying to me the entire time I was here, Thorin. You’ve nerve, you know and plenty of it.” She stepped away from him. “And I hope you and her are very happy together and you have the life you deserve.” 

Her eyes narrowed as she added, “Afsêl mê, kunbûnaul.”  

He said nothing, and she did not wait to see if he would, but instead whipped about and stormed off down the corridor. He remained where he was, watching her until she rounded the corner and disappeared from view. As they’d known each other for so long and had been friends up until just now, he’d thought he’d feel some sense of remorse, of regret, over what happened. But truth be told, all he felt was a sense of freedom, as if a massive weight had been lifted from his shoulders. But at the same time, a hint of concern wove into that freedom and he could only hope Elisin would take her leave of Erebor without any further incident.

****

“Where have you been?”

Although Nina expected Sigrid to have been worried, she didn't expect the anger flashing in her dark eyes or the fury in her voice. Nina’s shoulder and side let her know what they thought about her trek from Erebor to Dale, and so she moved past her roommate, saying, “I had not planned on disappearing, Sig. It was unforeseen.”

‘Unforeseen?” Sigrid closed the door behind her. “Where were you, though? What happened? I was worried sick for you.”

Nina crossed over to the sofa and sank onto it with a sigh. “I was taking out the night’s rubbish and I saw… Thorin Oakenshield on the road back to Erebor. He was about to set upon by orcs and—”

“The dwarf king?”

Nina nodded. “The very same.”

“You know him?”

“I know him well, Sigrid. I offered him my services, as a bodyguard of sorts before you get any ideas, outside of Rivendell and traveled with him from there to Mirkwood. We had a parting of ways there until he came into the tavern the other night.”

“You never said you knew him. Did you know him when he and his Company came through here before Smaug?”

Nina shook her head slowly. “I wish, but no. Anyway,” she brought her hand to her shoulder, which ached almost as much as her side, “I saw him and them and couldn't let him be ambushed, so I helped him and took a blade for my trouble. Thorin brought me to the healer in Erebor and that is where I’ve been.”

“In Erebor.”

“In Erebor.”

“With dwarves.”

Nina nodded. “Well, with one dwarf.”

“Wait… what do you mean, with one dwarf?”

Nina just stared at her for a long moment, and then bit back a smile as a hint of a blush swept through Sigrid’s otherwise fair cheeks. “Nina!”

“What? I said nothing.”

“You did not.”

“Did not what?”

“With Thorin?”

“Sigrid,” Nina bit back her laugh at the look of utter shock on Sigrid’s face, “what are you talking about?”

“Oh my—” Sigrid clapped her hands against her face. “You slept with him?”

Nina grinned then and slowly nodded. “I did and it was amazing, Sig. He is amazing.”

“Oh… oh, my…” Sigrid lowered her hands, then sank on to the sofa as well. “How does that even happen?”

“It happened in Mirkwood the first time. And I cannot say how, because it just… happened.” Nina sighed softly, the memory of that first night with Thorin so very sweet in her mind and she hugged it to her heart as tightly as she could. “And I fell in love with him that night, Sig.”

“In love with him? Have you gone mad, Nina? The only thing dwarves love is gold and you slept with him? Why would you do something so foolish?”

“It wasn't foolish and you don’t know him,” Nina told her softly, shaking her head. “He but passed through Esgaroth, and it was not his intention to unleash Smaug upon us, so please, don't let that color your view of him.

“I’ve come to know him. He is stubborn and loud and proud, but he’s also sweet and gentle and loving.” She shrugged and shook her head again. “And I think he has no idea just what he has to offer, that he is so much more than he thinks he is, and he is a fine leader and his people rightfully love him.”

“Nina, do you truly believe that? You know what he did. You know what he cost you. Cost me. Cost all of us.”

“I know,” she met Sigrid’s hard stare, shaking her head, “but I also know him now. And I know that he never once intended for Esgaroth to pay so steep a price for his quest.”

“Is that so?”

“It is. And I know that you think otherwise, but you also don't know him. At least, not as I do.”

“No, I won’t argue there. I don't know him.”

“Exactly.”

“But,” Sigrid broke in softly, “I know what he caused.”

Nina bit back a sigh. “Yes, I know and so do I. But, I also know that Esgaroth’s destruction was the last thing he’d thought would happen. And he’s making good on his word now, so that’s got to mean something, don't you think?”

Sigrid didn't look at all convinced. “But, Nina… he’s… he’s their king.”

“I know.”

“So, is there a future in it?”

“I hope so.”

“Does he?”

She nodded slowly. “He loves me, Sig. And I know that sounds so trite and silly, but he does. I know he does.”

“So, where is he, then?”

“He’ll be here later.” Nina scowled as Sigrid offered up a long look at that. “He will. I trust him.”

“We all trusted him, Nina,” Sigrid replied softly. “And he lied to our faces. I hope your trust in him this time was not misguided.”

“It wasn’t. I am no fool, Sigrid. I traveled with him from Rivendell to Mirkwood and trust me, I’d come to know him well before I even kissed him for the first time.”

“And if he does not show?”

“He will.” 

“I hope so. For your sake.”

“Have faith, Sig. He will.”

“You don’t know that.”

Irritation welled within Nina’s gut. Sigrid meant well, and she had ever right to be skeptical, but she did not know Thorin. At least, not the way Nina knew him and she knew she could trust him. “I do. You are the one who doesn’t know it or him, at least, not as I do, so let’s assume I know of which I speak, shall we?”

She didn't wait for Sigrid’s reply, but pushed up from the sofa and stalked from the sitting room to her own small bedchamber. She couldn't fault Sigrid her suspicion, but that didn't mean she couldn’t be irritated by it just the same. After all, she knew Thorin, Sigrid did not. 

A few minutes passed, then there came a soft rap on the door and Sigrid said, “Nina, may I come in?”

“I suppose.”

The door swung open with a hint of a creak and Sigrid stood on the far side of the threshold, looking contrite. “I don't like when we have words, Ni. And I want nothing but true love and happiness for you, you know that, don't you?”

“I do, yes.”

“So, understand, I doubt him not because I think you are too stupid to, but because I am able to see the whole picture without any emotion coloring it.”

That irritation flared in Nina’s gut once more, and she swallowed hard against it. “Sigrid, I don’t—”

Sigrid held up a hand. “I’m not finished. I know you fancied him when he and his Company first appeared in Erebor. I overheard you and Lenna giggling about him that night, at the Master’s, when they were arrested for breaking into the armory. And I’m just afraid… I mean…” Her forehead creased and her eyes held deep concern. “You’re alone in the world and that might make you more vulnerable, more ready to forgive. But remember what happened and why you’re alone.”

“I was alone,” Nina replied slowly, nodding even as she worried the faded blue and yellow quilt covering her bed. “But, I’m not now and haven’t been for some time now. And believe me, I do remember. I’ll never forget. But, you should know something, Sig, about why I joined Thorin.”

Sigrid’s eyes widened. “What?”

“I joined him not because of some silly girlhood fancy.” Nina looked up and met her gaze. “I joined him specifically with the goal of killing him.”

Sigrid stared at her for a long moment, mouth as wide as her eyes. Then, she breathed, “You what?”

“You heard me,” Nina replied. “There is a bounty on his head, one placed there by Azog the Defiler. And I initially intended to claim that bounty by bringing Tarog of Gundabad Thorin’s head.”

“So, wait… sleeping with him was a—a ruse?”

Nina couldn't help her grin at the utter horror in Sigrid’s voice and with a chuckle, shook her head. “No. Offering my services as a guard was the ruse. Sleeping with him just, as I said, happened.”

“How much is he worth?”

“To Tarog? Five thousand in gold. To me?” Nina shrugged. “There is no price high enough to describe it. I love him, Sig. I’m not going to harm him. I don't have it in me any longer. The anger, the hatred, the desire to end his life? They’ve all fled. Life is too short to be so angry all the time. Not when I can be happy. And Mama, Lenna, Rhys—they wouldn’t want me living with hatred and revenge in mind. Lenna would be tickled to know I’d won the heart of the very dwarf she thought would never notice me.”

“Does Thorin know this?”

“He does. It took him some time to process it, to work through what he rightfully saw as my betrayal, but it’s a funny thing, Sig, he’s seen as much misery and death as I have and I think… I think he feels love is preferable as well. Remember how he was when they came through Esgaroth? Angry and arrogant and focused only on reclaiming that blasted mountain. Now, he smiles. He laughs. I think he’s come to the same conclusion as I have. And don’t worry. He will be here in a bit.”

“I hope so.”

“He will. You’ll see.”

#Richard Armitage #AU #The Hobbit #Thorin Fic #Thorin Oakenshield #Is it hot in here? #Hobbit Fic #Romance #Hobbit Fanfic #Thorin x OC #Fan fiction #The Hobbit fan fiction

[illicit-eclipse]

“boo suffer 👎🏽”

-misery 2024

@miserablelove

#eclipse speaks #misery moot #moots #quoting #THIS ABSOLUTELY SENT ME #THIS IS ADDED TO MY LIST OF THINGS I SAY NOW #CACKLING

[jovenshires]

it's the 'i would die by your hands,' spencer is peeta, spommy of it all. a hunger games au would break me

YEAH. YEAH YEAH YEAH. like. 'if i am going to die it will be you i turn to. i will lay my head on the chopping block and hand you the axe. in my very last moments i will come home to you. if i am going to die - and i am, it is my time - i am yours to take.'

.......... well i think i simply must write it tommy bowe rotted my brain today

#back on my thg au bullshit i guess. anyway not only adding it to the wip list but pushing it up the wip list #spommy #shipping #im sorry im being so insane about this but it was a crazy thing to say and i keep thinking about it #thg au #it gets its own tag now. i apologize in advance. #ask #asks #anon #anonymous

[emily-mooon]

Imagine if Stacey and Neil actually met in high school except they didn’t go to the same school: they met through Kid Chameleon.

One night, Scott brings Stacey to one of their shows and it just so happens that Stephanie (or Steph) brought Neil with her.

Since they were both the youngest people there (Neil’s 17, Stacey’s 16 till December), they decided to talk to each other and they hit it off.

Stacey also develops a bit of a crush on Neil and would always ask Scott if Steph was going to bring her brother with her again, as she wanted to see him and didn’t know if there was another way.

Then one morning, she discovers that they take the same TTC bus and from then on they talk before and after school and become sorta friends. At this point, Neil also starts developing a crush on her.

Things stayed like that for about two months until Neil and his mom moved places (as I agree with the headcanon that the Nordegraf siblings have divorced parents) so they would no longer take the same bus in the morning or after school. They still have Kid Chameleon shows to meet up and talk at right? Ha ha wrong cause at New Years, the famous break up between Scott and Envy happens which in turn, also breaks up the band.

That whole break up was the nail in the coffin that strained Neil and Stacey’s kinda friendship. They didn’t have the others phone number cause they were both too shy to ask and also cause they both kept forgetting.

There also wasn’t a whole ton of opportunities to ask either of their siblings for their phone numbers so they just gave up and went on with their lives.

But then why didn’t they recognize the other in the like three times there were in the same room together? Easy answer: Stacey was distracted by everything around her to even notice Neil, who in turn, was slowly disappearing into the crowd and fully did by the time it was Lisa’s going away dinner.

So when they see each other again properly at the Chaos Theater, something clicks and they fall back into where they once were two years ago. To them it felt like a decade, but no it was just two years. They catch up on what they missed in the others lives on the walk home.

After that these dorks start dating cause the feelings were still there, just buried deep, left dormant, and forgotten. They came back but slightly different as people change.

#and that’s it! #this idea has been cooking for a little bit btw #i am an au fiend and this gets added to my long list #I have another idea where neil lives on the east coast with his mom but spent Christmas with his dad and Stephanie #he also says he’ll come visit Stacey during March break but since kid chameleon broke up after Scott and envy broke up #he didn’t get to (also cause he went on a trip with his mom instead) #the drama is there but I think I’m the only person who headcanons that Neil has family on the east coast sooooo #or hey how about he moves there with his mom since she wanted to be closer to her family #that’s another alternative #anyways try to pry this au headcanon from my cold dead hands #i love it sm #apologies if some things sound cliche deep down I’m a romantic at heart and I’m such a sucker for ppl meeting again after not seeing the #other for awhile #also sorry for any spelling mistakes it’s late at night and I should go to bed now so gn! #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim comic #young neil #neil nordegraf #stacey pilgrim #nordegrim #emilys headcanons #emilys long list of aus #i guess this counts as canon divergent too #long post #cause it is kinda long ngl

[morzowo]

A Tale of Thousand Stars (2021) dir. Aof Noppharnach Chaiwimol Ocean Likes Me (2022) dir. Lee Su Ji Manner of Death (2020) dir. Ma-Deaw Chookiat Sakveerakul, Aum Natthaphong Aroonnet What Did You Eat Yesterday? (2019) dir. Katagiri Kenji, Nojiri Katsumi Bad Buddy (2021) dir. Aof Noppharnach Chaiwimol Secret Crush On You (2022) dir. Cheewin Thanamin Wongskulphat

#a tale of thousand stars #atots #ocean likes me #manner of death #kinou nani tabeta #what did you eat yesterday #bad buddy #secret crush on you #scoy #my gifs ☆ #started this few months ago but never posted it bc I didn't like colouring #but I opened these today and thought they aren't that bad and added some more #bc I really love that trend of pointing out parallels in different shows saying 'rooftops are gay now' or 'balconies are for queers' #adding markets to the list #it's silly but also so genuine in a sense that we all get excited #seeing queer people being able to just exist and be happy #just doing all these casual everyday things we all do having their own stories in the same places #and also I might or might not just really like markets and miss doing groceries with my friends

[marzipanandminutiae]

Marzi how do you not die of frustration dealing with the most self important people on the planet flocking to your posts

In this case? By being secure in the knowledge that I'm right.

Also, you know, I'm dealing with my new landlady being passive-aggressive about furniture she offered to move out of the room I'm renting, due to the whole "nobody told me it was rented furnished until three days ago and I already bought furniture from FB marketplace" situation.

#ask #anon #personal #for anyone who's not up to speed: the Craigslist listing did not say it was rented furnished #there was one question in the application about 'do you have large furniture' but since unfurnished rooms are the default here #and again no mention in the ad #I assumed like Piano rather than Bed and said no #then when I went to see the place the previous tenant said 'any of this furniture can stay if you need it' which #kind of implies that any of it can GO #so I dilligently combed through FB marketplace for some cheap antiques and put down deposits. my friend rented a uhaul #to help me move them soon #and then the landlady said something about 'my' bed in an email and it all became clear #she offered to move some things to accomodate my furniture and seemed very calm about it in the moment #but now I get an email about how they've been 'struggling' for the last several days to accomodate my situation #and it's 'troublesome' #(to be clear I offered to help when I arrived) #and my furniture isn't coming for another few days so the moving of objects wasn't urgent. and I'm happy to assist however I can

[billygoat26]

Guys- moots who know me well enough kind of-

I'm not simping solely for fictional characters anymore-

...

I hate this, it's weird, I wanna say something to them or at least one of my other irl friends but I'm too scared that 1: they'll judge me and 2: they'll TELL HIM. Dear god I do not need that-

BUT IT WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE (aka it's been on my mind for a few hours too long)

Yesterday, pool party with friends, right?

I knew that he did some workout stuff but I still was NOT prepared- (me, who was fully expecting him to wear some form of his normal outfit but for the pool- noooooope! Shirtless- very unprepared)

And listen, I knew I at least sort of like-liked him before cuz you know, personality and all that stuff, but come onnnn- like- what do I do now??

And then they were playing chicken fights in the pool or whatever the game is called, and after that they were standing on each other's shoulders and pretending to walk on water (We all had just endured a bible unit in our English classes)

He had offered for ME to stand on HIS shoulders- and for that to happen, you know, they gotta swim under, right? Well, we both have the dirtiest of minds (I also just have shitty balance so I was not about to try that anyways. That was the main reason on my mind but I thought of the other stuff after).

I don't even know if I have blushed since elementary school, but if I did then, then thank god for the sun because sunburnsssss

And then he couldn't find his shirt after we had all gotten out, and one of my other friends said that he didn't need the shirt (jokingly) and dear god I wanted to agree (verbally) but I'm too worried about my whole bullshit being too obvious if I did, so I just had to stay quiet. (He ended up not finding it and just having to leave cuz his parents were there)

But that- that day- just... that. It's not. Leaving. My. Mind. Alone.

#billygoat talks #Look ma- I'm not simping for only fictional characters! #I'm not adding him to the simp list tho- 1: not putting his name anyways and 2: that list is for fictional characters only #Wait- what day is it now? #Fuck- it's only Sunday... #Should I say something? Cuz I only know him because of the IB program but I'm not gonna be in it next school year #And I think the only time we would see each other is either during lunch and after school going to the buses or just buses #But I'm worried that- if I do say something and he doesn't feel the same- our friendship will be fucked up and awkward- I don't want that.. #Besides- I've never had good luck with these things #And at the start of the year I had come out to my friends as gay- mid-school-year one of my friends and I agreed I was pan #<- that was only one friend... and the one who made the joke I told y'all about #But he still thinks I am gay- we joke about it a lot- so how would I even start? #I've never been in a relationship- can't say I've never been kissed before only cuz of a weird thing in elementary school- #Believe it or not- even if I can give others advice- I don't know what to do for myself... #I guess I'm scared of rejection but I should be used to it by now- #Oh yeah! The other thing- we've only known each other for a whole one school year- his friends have known him for much longer- #I feel like it's wrong to even think like that after only one school year and say something about it- like it's too soon #Believe me- I do wanna say something but I'm just scared that our friendship will be ruined or he'll ask questions I don't have have answer #to- more than likely one of those would be about my sexuality #I feel like I have to stick to that- like a limitation- but I don't want to- #I have so many wants but I feel like I'm not exactly good enough for anybody and those wants will just be wishful thinking forever #Fuck- just bombarded y'all with my shower thoughts... sorry- #Ummmmmm- #Yeah-

[righteousdelusions]

One year ago in a fit of rage I ended a long distance relationship, and you guys all know how hard that was for me. But at least the playlist was fire 🤪

#sjsksksk IT'S SO FUNNY #IM SO DRAMATIC #now days i look back and i understand i projected many things #in searching for a dramatic and deep heartbreak #it's ok i guess #now i understand heartbreak songs #it doesn't matter if it wasn't based in a real person #and was instead based in the person i created in my mind 🫰 #someone that... actually liked me and stuff #DON'T laugh about the tswift song a friend linked it when i was talking about something specific #also the lana del rey song makes me cringe but i added it crying so #while NOW (and even soon after) i laugh #if i take it out i now im betraying the emotionality of that moment #anyway like you know i recycle heartbreaks wheb como un g was also used when i thought about sara #sjsjsjdjjdjdjd #ANYWAYS enjoy it's a good playlist if i say so myself :^) #it relaly portrays my whole journey #at the beggining when i wanted to be above everything #and then when i got desesperate #then when i hated her #and suddenly! acceptance #it's a nice list juejue #izzy.txt #Spotify

[vulpinesaint]

desperately trying to remember if there are any books i read this year that i cannot find on my library borrowing history or simply cannot remember. i am so bad about remembering books. LITERALLY REMEMBERED ONE AS I'M WRITING THIS POST. anyway i am attempting to compile a list of books that i've read this year so that i can reference it without having to forget everything. wish me luck. i have fifteen titles on there right now but i can't shake the feeling there's something i'm forgetting

#checking my shelf of books i got for school??? idk #none of this is helped by the way that i have seven thousand books waiting to be read right now and all of them are on my mind #and several of them i am partway through. but i cannot put bell hooks all about love on my list yet i just can't #opened this is how you lose the time war today. not liking it super much but it's not even 200 pages so we'll pound through it #and then my three books from merc (princess bride and two books from the fight club guy) #and all about love. and interview with the vampire #WITCHER NOVELS!!! I READ WITCHER NOVELS AGAIN!!!! adding two more books to my list #god i'm not even through blood of elves yet. awful. this is why i can't keep anything up i forget my ebooks exist as options #then i should read that book about eleanor roosevelt that my grandma got me. as a token to her dskfjghs #wanna reread the hours! have a physical copy just for that so i can annotate #gotta finish the once and future king. #all that to say that there are many books that will be on this list once i actually sit down and read some of them #have to remind myself that i Am actually doing good i'm at over a book a month rate. this is fine #two books a month rate! actually! #shout out to library due dates for being a fantastic motivator #seventeen books on the 'read' list this year. this is fine bracken. you're doing good #realistically this is SO much better than previous years 😭 good stuff. just gotta keep reading #valentine notes #list that would have been so useful to have when we were doing that book recommendation thing

[paleode-ology]

spent the last solid couple of hours going through my old tumblr likes in order to have things better archived... unfortunately didn't make a note of how many I started at but it was probably in the mid 2000s and I've only cut it down to 2000 now. this is gonna take so long

#ode by ode #spring cleaning ig #there are so many things I should be doing instead!!!!!! #but I've been trying to just get more into my computer and browser setup #we started off making sure calibre was set up the way i wanted since i'm 100% gonna be an anna's archive bitch now that i've heard about it #and then I've been making reading lists #and organizing my bookmarks and bookmarking all of the sites i had saved in liked tumblr posts that i wanted to actually look at #set up my rss reader but haven't put anything in it yet #idk the onset of me realizing how much i do love archival management #and then the fact that my gf is sharing her vpn acct with me #sort of added together into this internet weirdo vibe i'm actively cultivating #and i mean i already lowkey had it going on #like i've been a firefox girlie since high school #and i def do a lot w privacy and the firefox qol extensions #plus i've been... how shall I say... well versed in the usage of shadow libraries for a couple years now as well #but fringe web things haven't been on my radar NEARLY enough #and i've been meaning to make actual lists and compilations of advice and book and game recs for eons #so just. continuing with that #even if i don't do anything else for a couple months i'm glad i made a decent dent in the tumblr likes bc they've been eating at my soul

[thedeadthree]

🥀! the oc page is here !

#leg.txt #*personal #AND ALSO i finished lilias edit ! mutuals if i did a tag list for it let me know if y’all would like to be added ! 🥀🌹 #* ​or like ! i am not sure if i will do a tag list but i thought it would be cute ! 🥀 #vianne has the braincell at the moment and i cannot wait to finish her pieces 🥀✨😭 ! miguelvianne mean the WORLD to me ! #i also updated my about page the mobile and desktop as well ! #sort of muting changing the url to raventreehalls because of bl*oodraven brainrot <3 #*MUSING NOT MUTING 💀 #THAT ANNOUNCEMENT WHEN I SAY I LOST MY MIND ! H*EDGE KNIGHT AHHHHH loml brynden! i cant wait! #i have been sort of in and out of being active here for some things and i can’t thank y’all enough for the tags + being so patient with me! #ill shoot to catch up with things in the week ! y’all are the SWEETEST 🌸✨😭 #also looking forward to s*tarfield and c*yberpunk again becoming my whole personality I AM SO EXCITED ! #bel and caro + the t*witter circle besties got to see me lose my mind about s*tarfield earlier today 🥀✨😵‍💫😌 #and now to return to the morgaine musings ! she’s in the sierra madre rn <3 her and the f*allout besties are having a time ! #maybe ill do a lore essay on how things went for them in dead money 🌹✨😵‍💫☺️ IT HAS BEEN A TIME skzkjzjz