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icyg4l · 1 month

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PAC: What Would Happen If You Had a Friend Like You?

Hello beautiful people! I thank you guys so much for the support I’ve received over the past couple of months and even this past weekend. I will continue to make content that resonates with my collective. I am delivering my new PAC as promised, even though it was supposed to come out last night (oopsie lol). Anyway, I really hope you guys enjoy this one. It is inspired by tears and frustration of those who feel taken for granted in their friendships (including myself). Please don’t hesitate to book a reading with me if you would like to receive a personal reading. Without further ado, please select your pile.

Top Left-to-Bottom Right: (1-4)

Pile One: If you had a friend like you, PIle One, I think that you would meet them while working/interning for a company. I think that this person would be the fresh air to the heavy atmosphere surrounding y’all. I see that you are both sophisticated professionals who know how to handle conflict calmly for the most part. It’s hard for you both to “pop off” and this may be a problem within you guys’ friendship. You both must learn how to be okay with not letting things go off the hook. You must be intentional with the way you navigate or you will be screwed over every time. I feel that if you had a friend like you, you would be very suspicious of this person because you can’t put a finger on why you feel this way. This person will be equally suspicious. But once you actually talk to each other, you will share stories and experiences regarding business ideas, your dream career environments, many of you will bond over being the only women at work and even sharing secrets about your family dynamics. I could see that you will run a business with this person and it will be successful. It may take a while to hit this bump but it’s definitely possible. Lastly, beware of oversharing too soon or jumping to conclusions. Take it slow, babe. There will be slip ups between the both of you but it’s best that you become strict with yourself on what it means to have a healthy friendship.

Cards Used: Queen of Cups, The Chariot, The Emperor, The Tower (RX), 9 of Wands, 6 of Swords

extras: nipsey hussle. “motivate” saweetie. moldavite. overbite.

Pile Two: It’s very interesting how your story will play out, Pile Two. It’ll be a story to tell your grandchildren. So what I am getting from your pile is that you will meet your other half during a breakup. But the thing is, this person will partially be the reason for your breakup. I see the scenario of women getting played by a guy. The movie ‘John Tucker Must Die’ comes to mind. Also, the storyline between Teddy, Spencer and Skylar from Good Luck Charlie comes to mind. You guys will find comfort in each other during this painful period. Many people would stay away from “the other woman”, but you won’t because your situation is unique. I feel like if you are dealing with someone right now, they have two sides to them. They could have air sign placements. I feel like when you come face-to-face with this person, you will not feel any sort of anger or resentment towards them. You will cry in this person’s arms and immediately feel at home. But you should know that once you feel that you want to move on from this, the bond that once existed will change and this change will more than likely not be taken lightly. So enjoy your time with this person for the moment being, Pile Two. Have conversations with this person about how the dynamic will change overtime to prepare for it.

Cards Used:The World, 3 of Swords, Two of Cups, Wheel of Fortune, King of Cups (RX)

extras: igbo tribe. medulla. voguing practice. thelma and louise. grief counseling. hideous bangs.

Pile Three: I feel like this group is into music. You may want to move to one of the music capitals like Atlanta, Nashville, New York or Miami to pursue a music career. In my third eye, I am seeing snippets of the pilot episode of ‘Star’. The premise of the show is the formation, trials and tribulations of a girl group. There are two sisters and a best friend that are in this girl group. During the pilot, the blonde sister has to physically fight her sister’s abuser to bring her to Atlanta so that they can move to Atlanta with their aunt. After this, they are proactive in jumpstarting their career even with drama, drugs and whatnot clouding their future. Now, I feel like your friend will obviously be a newcomer in the music industry as well. It is best if y’all work together. I see that if this person has a kid, you will be the child’s godparent. I also see some notoriety, fame and recognition coming with this person once you all decide to work together. This will only happen because y’all collaborated; if y’all went solo, the same result would not happen. But you need to be aware of doing things in vain. You and them both need to think about each other because the spotlight can blind people’s true intentions. Think clearly. But I feel like y’all would actually be friends for a long time despite any differences that may occur because of vanity. There’s chemistry that y’all have with each other that you will not have with anyone else so cherish each other while you all are still here.

Cards Used: 10 of Cups, Four of Discs (RX), The Star, The Empress, 8 of Cups, 6 of Wands, King of Wands

extras: girl groups. ‘musically inclined.’ music industry. tlc. money grab. “cut the check.” “ain’t shit sweet.”

Pile Four: And last but not least, Pile Four. Your situation will involve meeting someone who is also addicted to something. You have their vices so do they. I am channeling the energy of Edward Norton and Maria Singer. They are liars. They show up at AA meetings for fun and catch each other in a lie. I feel like this friendship will be about holding each other accountable. I am also channeling Rue and her sponsor, Ali. They have an uncle-niece relationship. I believe that you all will have a significant difference in maturity. And this will be the reason why you bump heads. Someone believes that they know more than the other person because they’ve been doing it longer or they don’t believe that their vice is worthy of being taken seriously. Now, this vice could be drugs, sex, over/undereating, online shopping, gambling, playing video games, etc. Now, when you meet this person, you will be put off because you won’t know any better. But this person will leave a strong impact on your life. It is best that you keep them around because you won’t know what you got till it’s gone. Taking this person for granted will be the worst thing that you can do because there is no one else that will hold you accountable like them, Pile Four.

Cards Used: 9 of Discs, Princess of Cups, Temperance, 6 of Wands, The High Priestess, The Hermit, 9 of Wands

extras: low fade haircut. burning hair. electric slide. goal chaser. fear of death. close call. chewing ice.

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pearlprincess02 · 3 months

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sagittarius sun, cancer moon, aquarius rising, sagittarius mercury, scorpio venus, scorpio mars

sagittarius sun: exuding charm and charisma, you may find that your personality itself is attractive to foreigners. a part of the radiance you exude and the opinions you express may give off a certain flexibility that can be welcome in cultures outside of yourself.

cancer moon: check in with how you treat your mother. do more chores in your home, help out with laundry, doing dishes, organize your home more, clean it more often. learn how to cook, bake more. you are likely bottling up your emotions or suppressing your innermost feelings, even needs. learn what your needs are, especially what you require from your loved ones, family members, your partner. vent, cry out your tears, embrace the flow of the good and the bad sides of emotion. try to provide for your family more.

aquarius rising: kinda look like aliens but in a hot sexy way, can get along with anyone they talk to like virgo rising, rebellious and a trendsetter who can attract a lot of copy cats, these people actually knew the song before it was famous, has a lot of friends that are all different personalities - they could have one nerdy smart friend and another friend that’s the captain of the football team (this is cliche but yk what I mean)

sagittarius mercury: a refreshing wit and a depth that can convey understanding outside of yourself. you may also be able to learn many languages with ease. the way you speak in general is notable to foreigners and attention grabbing. your sense of humor and the jokes you tell may also hit off better with people from a different cultural background.

scorpio venus: psychology, neck tattoos, “until death do us part”, kings & queens, snakes, sacred sex, chess, secrets, hickeys, the feeling after you stay up all night, the feeling of being at a concert, roses, knives, tequila shots, legs intertwined, dirty martinis, sparklers, avril lavigne, fantasy books, true crime and dark history

scorpio mars: scorpio mars may have a tendency to keep their emotions very bottled up and internally processed, which can result in a tendency for bottling up feelings of anger and frustration, and releasing them in intense outbursts at times. this can result in a tendency for outbursts of anger and intense reactions that may seem disproportionate to the actual situation at hand. they may also be drawn to the taboo and mysterious, and can have a tendency for being secretive and intense. they may sometimes have a sense of self-preservation that leads them to be overly secretive and distrusting.

(anon ask)

ᵒᵇˢᵉʳᵛᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃʳᵉⁿ'ᵗ ᵐⁱⁿᵉ

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thatonewatching · 1 year

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My creepypasta/marble hornets head canons (SFW)

Hoodie/Brian

Black coffee No cologne Picks at his skin or taps his foot Likes big dogs but feeds the stray cats Scar going down his chest from a fight w/ Masky Good friends with E.J. Likes kids, and wishes he could have them Won't have kids because of his line of work Closed off Selective mutism Anger issues but relatively calm Insomniac Scary dog privilege Hates being a proxy Refuses to take his mask off around the others Keeps camera on him at all times Loves literature Very smart Limited interests Majored in literature Sarcastic Low self esteem Listens to punk rock Hopeless romantic Speaks another language (Russian probably) Mature but can be petty Fatherly Plays piano Is very skilled at playing piano Cannot cook to save his fucking life Can sew Wakes up so damn early Lanky bitch Has no taste in fashion or decor Apartment is practically empty Honest Chews a lot of gum

Masky Stubborn Chubby Hairy motherfucker Intimidating Pours milk before cereal Will now refuse cheesecake (y'all ruined it) Black coffee favorite food is grilled cheese and tomato soup Basic bitch Loves AC/DC Classic rock Aerosexual Good at math Petty Strongly opinionated Bad at reading Needs glasses but refuses to get them Anger issues Can't cook

Toby

Clingy Manipulative attachment issues Likes chocolate milk Pyro Diet consists of milk, energy drinks, and random chips and snacks he can find Underweight but scarily strong Doesn't like spicy food Drools Nightmares Sleep paralysis Panic attacks Loves rodents Hates waking up early but he does because of his job Restless Draws on himself Lots of self-inflicted marks (IYKWIM) Ambidextrous Pyro Thinks about Lyra a lot Bites his nails when no one's around because he has to pull his mask down Listens to Mindless Self Indulgence, My Chemical Romance, Get Scared, Avril Lavigne, Theory of a dead man, Paramore, Sleeping with Sirens, Crown the Empire, Linkin Park, System of a Down, Panic! At the Disco, Melanie Martinez, Green Day, Black Veil Brides, Arctic Monkeys, McCafferty, Mother Mother, Fall Out Boy, Pierce the Veil, Falling in Reverse, Bring Me the Horizon, Three Days Grace, Korn, Slipknot, etc. (I had to) Hums to himself Dyslexic Likes abandoned areas Very fast when running Great aim Band T-shirts Taps foot Energy drinks

Eyeless Jack

Gentle giant Doesn't like being called "Eyeless Jack" Goes by E.J or Jack Loud breather in his mask, completely silent without Doesn't take his mask off unless he's alone Sweet Scared of himself Goes through heat Trust issues Good fashion but can't wear most clothes because of his size Has Brian sew/adjust/make him clothes for money or whatever Honest Has seen every single Disney movie Hums and sings along to the songs Fatherly Slender's second favorite Mature Scars Human food tastes bad to him Only drinks water Can and will pierce your body if you ask Misses icecream

Jeff

Energy drinks and soda cans all over his room Band T-shirts Emo Slender's favorite Plays with Ben (gaming) Sore loser Likes to burn things Caffeine addiction Stupid teenager shit 13 (in my hc) Ribs are visible Pierced body; nipples, ears, cartilage, nose Fights with everyone Dyes his hair regularly

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#creepypasta smut #creepypasta headcanon #hoodie #masky #ticci toby #marble hornets #jeff the killer #eyeless jack #x reader

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sara-wishes · 11 months

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S8er boi. - 여상

Skater!Yeosang x Female!Reader

genre: fluff, enemy to lovers.

warnings: rude y/n (only at the beginning), poor skater vocabulary, mention of scratches, a swear word (?), sorry not sorry but studying biology sucks, angelic yeo.

word count: 3.3k

now listening to: S8er boi by Avril Lavigne

a/n: happy birthday to yeosang! if you enjoy this work, pls consider reblogging :D also, i added everyone who interacted with my previous post for this fanfic to the taglist, since I changed the requirement after posting it.

The headache was already present in your system.

You couldn’t tell if it was from having locked yourself up five hours ago to study non-stop, or from the noisy and irritating rolling of skate wheels.

The culprit to blame for the incessant clattering, none other than Yeosang.

The boy next door, who had accompanied you all throughout your life, as your neighbor and as your classmate. Not that you knew much about him or you shared an irreplaceable bond with him. You were acquaintances, who had talked to each other from time to time. And perhaps, just perhaps, you had developed the smallest, tiniest and insignificant crush over the greek sculptured boy.

Nonetheless, if someone were to ask you about your opinion on him, of course, you would retort that he is to you nothing more, but an endless nuisance, and that you considered him to be the ultimate archenemy of all your grades.

Although he indeed was ‘the boy next door’ for you, he liked being referred to as the ‘skater boy next door’. Who was too passionate about skating, to ever stop trying new tricks, right under where your window happened to be located. The only parchment of the street he had deemed good enough to practice on. Unfortunately, summer was nearing your town, and the luxury of keeping the window shut was not one which you could afford indulging in.

So, you were stuck with the bothersome rumbling of plastic over concrete.

The hours of studying were finally getting to you. As the diligent student you were, you had been bottled up inside your room. Reading, memorizing and hammering into your brain your biology sessions, hating every single moment of the five hours in a row, in which you had been torturing yourself. The fog in your mind didn’t make it any easier to keep going.

You were officially burned out. No other time like before your finals to reach your human limitations. But still, even if you were incredibly bothered by this fact, you tried to blankly read and re-read the now familiar pages of the book, making this your last, desperate attempt.

Regardless of your tries, you were slowly getting more irritated at your inability, after 20 minutes of useless staring at a filled notebook, letting your nerves get the better of you. The annoying hobby of the previously ignored boy, finally affecting you too negatively to restrain yourself. Blinded by your powerless state, you were even convinced he was doing it just to spite you and you were putting an end to at least one of your impediments.

While you took your time to angrily load with irritation each of your moments as you got up from your seat at your desk, you pondered that, maybe, you shouldn’t be letting your pent up anger out on the skater boy, but you were too tired and done for to take a moment to think things through.

Leaning your head out the window, and waiting for your vision to adjust to the sunlight, your target became distinguishable. The blonde, unaware of your eyes on him, still practicing his tricks.

“Hey, you! Could you stop for three minutes? People are trying to study here!”

The innocent boy looked up at you with big maltese eyes, startled at the unexpected voice coming from above his position. ‘Fantastic.’ Now you didn’t only feel miserable with yourself, but guilty at having called out the boy’s harmless doings. Perhaps this enmity was one sided after all.

“Sorry, am I making too much noise?” He shyly and politely asked you.

“Well… Yeah.” You honestly felt like a Karen, complaining to a manager over the incorrect order in a restaurant.

“Oh, sorry…, again. Y/N right?” His voice got smaller at your glare and his form shrunk at your tone, making you feel as if you were kicking a puppy. At this thought, you scoffed out loud, making the boy tilt his head naively. You really were the villain in this story, huh?

Coming back from your cloud, after self deprecating just a little more for the day, you nodded at his question, actually surprised at his knowledge of your name.

Without a doubt the most beautiful guy in the world remembered your name, the name of the most basic and common girl to ever grace the earth. You sure felt kind of special at this. A silly thought and sentiment, but you had had enough pestering all day to not take the indirect compliment.

You really were regretting having ever complained to him. And even though you couldn't even blame the blonde anymore as hard as you tried, he continued explaining himself.

“I figured you would stop studying at some point of the day.” His deep timbre conjured his sentence, with no malice or offensive intent.

Oh. Oh. So you were the stupid girl who was feeling remorse over your actions, and he was getting cocky? The anger that had slightly subsided, arose once again even stronger than before. At least that was how you were taking that incredibly blunt statement. The patience left in you taunted by it, made you want to go down to the alley and break that damned skate of his.

“Well Yeosang, I figured you would stop skating at some point of the day.” You’d give him back a taste of his own medicine.

At that, the blonde shut up and stood still, just blankly staring at you. And even if you thought he had never looked as handsome before, not his visuals nor his damaged puppy face would make you forget how pissed you were at him right now. Tired of his silence, you decided to finish the job.

“Are you gonna’ stop or do I have to go down there and break that thing in half?” You bitterly made him snap out of it, using your head to gesture to the bored skate that he carried in his hand.

“Hey, h-hey, I’ll stop, don’t be like that.” He rushedly assured you.

“Thought so.”

With that, you retreated back into your room. Back to studying, to pretending not to be worn out from all the pressure, time and dedication you put into it.

At least, that was your plan. As soon as you tried to duck back indoors, you heard Yeosang’s angelic voice call you out (was every single thing about him just angelic and otherworldly?).

“Wait! Wait! Please.”

Annoyed out of your skin and huffing, you decided to indulge the skater just this time.

“What.” More than as a question, it came out as a statement, only adding to the furious rudeness.

“Why don’t you come down?” He timidly suggested.

“So you can make me lose more of my time? No, thank you.” Was your retort, sarcasm dripping from every word. He must be losing it if he thought he had a shot at convincing you.

“No.. It’s just- you can't spend all day cooped up inside. It isn’t healthy. Besides, I’m sure you’re burned out from all that hard work. A bit of fresh air and skating can do you no wrong.”

Taken aback from his honest and sincere worry, instead of answering back with a witty remark, you let yourself ease a bit into the conversation. You were getting tired from all the tension and anger that were in no way helping your headache. Maybe he did have a shot at convincing you. So you could only think that, maybe, he was more observant than the rest of his friends gave him credit for, and found his realization of your state admirable.

“You noticed.” Answering with a calmer voice, the frown that had adorned your face for the entirety of the word exchange, now gone. However, even at your more relaxed state, he still felt the need to be watchful and careful of his wording, cautious as to not let his previous mistakes repeat.

“Don’t take it the wrong way but, you’re usually so kind with me and my friends. Even if just from passing. It just didn’t seem like you were the one speaking right now.”

Perplexed at his statement, you allowed yourself to drift from the conversation to your own head, leaving the boy hanging.

He… noticed you? Not only that, but he thought you were kind? You couldn’t believe what he was saying. He was the kind one. One of the kindest souls you had encountered. He was the one dealing with a pissed-off neighbor incredibly politely and with the grace of a swan. You were the one who should be praising him and awarding his kindness.

Yeosang was like a sun, always making sure his friends shined as much as him and no one felt out of place or kept out of the loop. You were not stalking him or anything of the sort, but everyone who knew just a bit about Yeosang, was aware of how far he’d go to make sure his friends and close ones felt appreciated. He was the definition of kindness. So much so, that just with that comment he had managed to lift your spirits quicker than you could’ve ever imagined. Just like the work of magic.

Remembering you were still in a conversation with the boy in question -who, at your unresponsiveness had begun fiddling with the ends of his board-, you answered his previous question.

“Okay.”

“O-okay?”

“You notice me being worn out from class, but you can’t tell what I’m talking about? You still are as oblivious as always, Sangie.” Maybe you were being too cruel on the poor clueless boy. Maybe you were taking too many liberties and speaking too casually to the one you only shared the same classroom and apartment block with. Maybe. But you were feeling happier thanks to him, and maybe you were in to have a little fun, after looking at your biology book for about 3 hours straight with a blank mind and no results.

After having decided for the more enjoyable choice, you retreated back into your bedroom. You closed the damned book with a slam, turned off your heated up monitor and without even grabbing your keys, you sprinted down the stairs of your apartment and hopped over the side of the road Yeosang was calmly waiting for you.

“So, what do you suggest?” You expectantly blinked at his form.

Abruptly and out of nowhere, he began chuckling adorably at your sudden enthusiasm and outburst of energy. At this, you couldn’t contain your own smile, not that you were trying to. It was amazing how fast he had been able to lift your mood. Partly to how honest and good-natured his words had been, as insignificant they could seem to any other, they weren't to you. And partly to you taking a moment to assess how childish and simple-minded your previous attitude at the boy had been.

When he finally took a breath after his fit of adorable chuckles -which made his smile smaller and all the cuter-, he let out his thoughts and the reason as to why he had felt the sudden humor. “You’re eager.”

“Yes! Now teach me how to skate!” Even if your crankiness was gone, your mindset was difficult to get rid of. The stubbornness of getting things right when you dedicate yourself to them and the ‘don’t lose your time’ attitude you always wore on your sleeve, were also present now, when your current fixation was learning how to skate with Yeosang’s guidance.

The sun was setting, but now seemed like the perfect instance to try and successfully ride without scraping your knees. You felt confident, after all, how difficult could rolling on top of a skate be? Maybe after you got the hang of maneuvering around with it, you would even go and try some simple tricks.

Although you felt hesitant at first, since you believed to be skillful enough to manage without it, Yeosang convinced you to let him show you a bit of the theory involving skating. How to position your knees, where to stand on the board, how to turn and push yourself easier…, the basics.

Thanks to Yeosang, you learned all the theory needed (Not much, thanks to god, otherwise you would’ve already passed out from all the ‘studying’.)

“Okay, now you ride it.” Without hesitation, you jumped on the board, avoiding Yeosang’s helping hands to get on top of it. You felt optimistic enough to slide across the street without the boy’s help. It could not be that difficult.

That’s what you thought at first.

Going on a straight line was the easy part. You forwarded your body with the help of your foot, managing to beeline towards your initial destination for the most part.

When the moment to turn arrived, is when things started to go south. Not only were you unable to properly direct the board to take on the curve, but the momentum of the previous linear movement wasn’t helping either.

The stiffness of the board threw you off balance and made you lose your footing. Before you could even realize what was happening, you were barreling towards the floor.

From your position, facing the other side of the street, you couldn’t see Yeosang, but you heard his gasp as you fell.

Planting your hands in the ground, you stupidly fell over them, your knees also taking the impact and scraping themselves in the process.

“Y/N!” Yeosang shouted for you, running to your aid.

“Ow…oww…” You whined at the painful scratches. Yeosang skidded across the pavement, not caring about damaging his pants or his own knees.

“Are you okay?!” He worriedly questioned your state, kneeling to your level.

“Yeah, yes- I just hurt myself a little. I’m okay.” Brushing off the dust and dirt from your knees, you reassured him you were fine, just a minor wound. Regardless, he took out of his back pocket a box of Peppa Pig bandaids, selecting a few of his liking. Incredulous, you stared at him.

“Are those for me?”

“Yeah, we can’t let it get infected. Who do you prefer, George Pig or Pedro Pony?” Not believing your eyes, this time you were the one to start chuckling. He could be so childish and so mature at the same time. Yeosang was truly a wild ride. But, obviously, you had an evident answer to his question.

“Pedro Pony, of course. He's my hero.” At your confident answer, Yeosang did not hesitate another second and proceeded to take his water bottle -that had been waiting by a corner on the alley-, pouring a good amount of the liquid over your wounds and patting down the excess with a tissue. The Pedro Pony bandaids coming next. After securing them on your skin, he got up and lent you a hand to help you off the ground.

“Thank you. I really thought I got it.” You sheepishly broke the comfortable silence.

“Don’t worry, it happens to everyone. But, I have an idea. Do you trust me?” He looked at you through his lashes, standing just a few centimeters away from you.

For a moment, you pondered. This was the longest amount of time you had talked to him ever before. Sure, you did kind of fancy the boy, but maybe you could take the opportunity to tease him a little. Either way, he had made you feel incredibly comfortable in record time, giving you the opportunity to run away from your duties just when you most needed it. You could honestly say, you trusted him to teach you skating, and a bit more than just that.

“Sure.” When your answer came out as positive, he smiled brightly. Almost blindingly. Possibly the most beautiful smile you had ever witnessed had been his in that exact moment.

The blonde signaled you to hop on the skateboard again, just a little bit over the front. Maybe you should have expected it when he directed you to settle that way, but it came as a surprise when Yeosang climbed on behind you. He began circling his arms around your hip, but the kind male, gently asked for consent before completely embracing you.

“Can I?”

“Yeah.” Due to your proximity, both your answers came as a mere whisper, only audible for each other. His arms finally settled around your form, instantly warming you, from the electric touch of his fingertips near your belly, to the top of your shoulders, where he leaned his chin to be able to see. Your ears became a vibrant red without you even realizing.

The boy began pushing you both forward, starting slow, taking the turns you had not been able to before. But when you both had settled into a comfortable position and tempo, he thought he could speed things up.

A bit more harshly, provoking a small rattle on the surface of the skate, he pushed you both with his foot, planting it strongly on the ground. The pace began increasing, the wind making your hair wild, slipping through your locks and caressing your face. The freedom you had been yearning for just minutes before, was now finally yours to enjoy and savor.

“Woohoo!” You couldn’t help yourself. You really needed this and you were going to make the most out of it. Letting out a freeing laugh from the pits of your chest, Yeosang joined you in your joy. Unbeknownst to you, he was immensely euphoric to have been the one to free you from your shackles, taking the glee trapped inside you, letting it resurface.

Even hours after the sun had settled behind the horizon, you two still skated, laughed and talked about everything and anything, building a moment that you both would treasure and hold dear next to your heart.

Sadly, you had to come down from your cloud at some point, returning to reality. And you could stress no more the liberating hours.

“Yeosang. Thank you so much for this. All of it.” You snapped the boy out of his daydream, the same one you had been engrossed in just moments ago. He slightly raised his left eyebrow at your remark, curious as to what you meant. And smiling due to his antics, you decided against answering his silent question.

“You have nothing to thank me for, everyone needs this from time to time. I am glad I was the one to help you.” When he finally understood the meaning behind your words, he sincerely retorted. But he deduced this was your way of telling, the moment was coming to an end.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” He tried to elongate the moment as much as possible, feeling the same way as you did about your parting.

“Yeosang. We live right here. Like, two meters away from this alley. I think I’ll do just fine. But, thank you again, either way.” Smiling at him, you begrudgingly rose from your sitting spot. And waving at him, you made your exit around the corner. “See you around, S8er boi!” You shouted over the other side of the street, unable to see Yeosang’s reaction at that point.

If you had already admitted to yourself that you had a crush on the boy before, you now had confirmed it was much more than that. And perhaps, if someone were to ask about your opinion on him, this time, you would consider telling them Avril Lavigne could try to take away from you this skater boy, but never succeed.

With this thought in mind and a new perspective of Yeosang in your heart, you were ready to take on more of your studying. But, mayhaps, the universe was against you studying at all today. Your apartment keys missing from your pocket -forgotten on your desk at the prospect of skating with your crush- and a blossoming smile on your lips -ecstatic at the thought of spending more time with the boy of your dreams-.

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kasagia · 1 year

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Hi there! Could you do an imagine where the reader is elenas younger sister and she used to date stefan in highschool( instead of stefan and elena) but after klaus arrives to town her and klaus fall in love despite elena and the mystic falls gang being absolutely upset with for being so and try to warn her about klaus and she doesnt listen and ends up moving to new orleans with klaus and leaves a heartbroken stefan whos still in love with her and a very dissappoitned friend group but after she goes to new orleans she realises that everyone was right and that klaus was very toxic and possesive over her and she regrets moving and doesnt really know what to do(you could write about what she does next if you can)

Sorry,if this was too long and thank you

Together(doesn't feel right at all)

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Gilbert!reader, past!Stefan Salvatore x Gilbert!reader Summary: After you dump your boyfriend, Stefan Salvatore, for the big bad wolf, Klaus Mikaelson, and move to New Orleans with him, you start to realize his toxic, possessive behavior towards you. But is there still enough time to leave the devil who seduced you and go back to your normal life? Warning(s): toxic and possesive behaviour, angst, escape, curses, unhealthy relationships, panic attack, maybe dark!Klaus but idk - this man could kidnap me and I would thank him, so... Word Count: 5,3k+

Something just isn't right I can feel it inside The truth isn't far behind me You can't deny

In hindsight, you should have known better.

Everyone warned you against him. Your sister Elena, your ex-boyfriend Stefan, Demon, Bonnie, Caroline, Katherine, even his own siblings.

But no, you knew better. You could change him, you saw him as a good man who might be harsh to others but would never dare to do you any harm. A man who would care for you until his last breath. Who would never intentionally make you feel insecure or uncomfortable. Which will never make you fearful or anxious.

But now, as you sit on his bed in his bedroom in New Orleans after he locked you here last night when you threatened to leave him and that damn city in a fit of anger, you feel like he might have crossed this line with you a very long time ago.

You couldn't deny that the truth wasn't far behind you.

But it was too embarrassing to face the fact that you voluntarily abandoned Stefan—your sweet, always supportive boyfriend—for this devil in disguise who seduced you with his pretty words.

Your mother may have been right to say that Satan no longer wears horns and a tail. He had beautiful blonde curls and captivating blue eyes glued to a perfect face.

And that's what Klaus was like from the beginning. Too perfect. From your first meeting, he was your (in this case, black) knight in shining armor. Always gallant, always tactful, always charming.

Your Mr. Right.

"I love you Y/N. No one can love you as much as I do. Not even your sweet Stefan."

"We belong to each other. Our souls have been connected since the beginning of the world and I can only thank this higher power that I finally found you on my way."

"Run away with me, love. Run away from this rotten town and your friends, who are jealous of our love, to the place, where we can be together and don't bother about others opinions."

"I promise you love. I will treat you like a queen. You will lack nothing, everyone will be at your beck and call, my beautiful human, whom I love more than my own life."

Yeah… you should know better than to believe those whispered promises of the devil kissing every inch of your flesh.

When I turn the lights out When I close my eyes Reality overcomes me I'm living a lie

But it was a beautiful lie he made up; you had to give it to him.

The most powerful man in the world, hopelessly in love with you - an ordinary human, the doppelgänger's sister.

Staring emotionlessly into the mirror of the dark room, you began to wonder how you got into your current situation.

"Klaus. We need to talk."

I announced as I entered his art studio. The man was painting his latest painting - New Orleans spread out at his feet. I stopped being his muse a long time ago. Now this city was his enemy, best friend, and lover. And I became his favorite toy, the thing he was used to having. I had to face the truth and escape the possessive hybrid while there was still time.

"Later, love. I'll finish in a moment and come to our bed."

"This is what we need to talk about."

"Our bed?" he asked, annoyed by my presence. "What's wrong with it? I just replaced it yesterday."

"I want to move out of here." my confident, firm statement effectively snapped him out of his painting trance. He put down his supplies and gave me his full attention for the first time in two weeks.

"What?"

"We're not good to each other. I think it will be better..."

"You're joking, right? Love, you can't live without me." he interrupted me, laughing amusedly as if I had told him a funny, stupid joke.

"Well, over the last few months, I've proven that I'm doing great. Besides, I don't remember you holding my hand before I turned seventeen. I don't need care, Klaus."

"A few months? I was right next to you all this time; are you hallucinating, love?" his feigned concern, laced with a clear desire to unnerve me, almost worked. But I'd replayed that moment too many times in my head to succumb to his games so quickly.

"Do not make fun of me. I'm serious. I've had enough, Klaus. Your condescending behavior, your sudden outbursts of jealousy, and the slow erosion of my independence. You think I didn't notice how suddenly my credit card and my car keys disappeared? Or how suddenly every man or woman, after talking to me, magically ends up in the hospital? Are you going to punish your siblings too for talking to me?"

"It's all up to you, love. You can start acting like a good girl again, or I'm going to get a little... nastier."

"Nastier? Could you be even nastier than you already are?"

"Be careful, love. I'm not the one of us with mortal siblings that could be killed at any time."

"Are you threatening me with the deaths of my own siblings? Where is your fucking border, Niklaus?! Look at us! This is toxic, we're in a toxic relationship! You promised me that you would never, ever treat me like one of your enemies, like a fucking impostor, but that's all you're doing since these damn three months we've been here! I'm not going to be part of your plan or play your fucking toy anymore. This is ending right here. I am leaving, and I do not want to see you again."

As you might have guessed, you hadn't even taken a step out of his studio. He pressed some liquid-soaked cloth over your mouth and nose, and you passed out in his arms. Now you are here, locked in his room, which you once thought was yours too, and waiting for the hybrid's decision. What you wouldn't give to hear Elena's or Stefan's calm voice right now.

When I'm alone I Feel so much better And when I'm around you I don't feel together

"Oh! Hi, sweetheart." Klaus' sudden arrival in the living room startled me. The man stared at me wordlessly, watching my every move carefully. Still, I smiled at the oddly behaving hybrid and tried to talk to him. Apparently, something must have been bothering him since he has been so… different lately. Maybe today I'll be lucky. "How was your day? You disappeared from our bed earlier; I didn't even get a chance to say hello to…" the shattering of glass against the wall dangerously close to where I was standing effectively silenced me.

"DON'T LIE TO ME! I saw you with Marcel in the pub earlier. If you missed me so much, what the hell were you doing with him?!"

"Klaus. Please, try to calm..."

"Don't even try to calm me down! You're cheating on me with this lesser vampire?! While I'm tearing my veins out to keep your mortal ass alive every damn day?!"

"I DON'T KNOW what you have seen, but if you stay a little longer and listen to us, you will know I was talking about you. I'm worried about you; you act completely different than when we were in Mystic Falls."

"You don't even realize how incorrect this comparison is." he laughed at me, turning his back on me to walk over to his minibar and pour himself a drink.

"Sweetie, maybe it would be better for us, if we took a short vacation? Just you, me, and some nice place. What do you think? We can even go back to Mystic Falls." I tried to ignore his furious provocation and smooth things over.

"So you could see your Stefan?" he said it bitterly, drinking a whole glass of bourbon at once..

"What?" I turned to stare at the angry, jealous hybrid in disbelief.

"Never mind. It's a ridiculous idea anyway. I have to stay here and finish things. I can't just take breaks. Do you know how many enemies I have here against me and how hard I have to work to keep my family and you safe? Knowing your girlfriend is a slut who throws herself at any man she comes across doesn't help at all." that's it. I had officially had enough of his condescending, humiliating behavior.

"You know, you might be right. I was slutty whore enough to get into your fucking bed." I growled furiously, trying to get out of the room and away from his overpowering presence. However, the original wouldn't let me have the last word. He grabbed my elbow in a firm, bruising grip.

"Stop acting like that or…"

"Or what?! What did you gonna do?! I'M ALREADY IN HELL! Killing me would only be a favor on your part."

Suddenly, he pulled me to him, so I crashed into his chest. He wrapped his arm around me in a tight hug, not letting me move an inch from him, and with a tenderness that was surprising for me at this moment, he ruffled the stray strands of hair that fell over my eyes in the heat of our argument.

"Who said I would get rid of the most valuable thing in my life? No, love. You will never run away from me. You sealed your bloody fate the moment those alluring, pretty lips smiled at me in challenge." he came towards me, with each step he took towards me, he forced me to back up until I bumped into the wall. "You're mine. And no one, not even you, can change that now." he said, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look into his eyes.

"Fuck you."

"You want? I didn't know you were into make-up sex, love. I would have used it a long time ago." his devilish smirk used to make my heart flutter; now I couldn't feel anything but revulsion.

It doesn't feel right at all Together Together we've built a wall Together Holding hands we'll fall Hands we'll fall

"Y/N?" Rebekah's whisper snapped you out of your thoughts about your toxic relationship with her brother. "Are you there?" you frowned as you walked over to the door and put your ear to the cold wood.

"Bekah?" after a while, the crunch of metal could be heard in the quiet mansion, and the door to your makeshift cell was opened.

The blonde's sympathetic gaze sent chills down your spine, and the reason you've been so persistent in avoiding Klaus's siblings as well as him was instantly reminded of you. All those sad and anxious looks made you sick to your stomach. You preferred to indulge in beautiful, dead silence in a corner of the house than to be in the same room with any of them. At least no one treated you like a victim.

"Y/N. Come. We need to hurry up. I don't know how much time we have left." she took your hand carefully and gently dragged you to the porch in front of the house.

"Rebekah, what are you doing?" you asked and pulled your hand from her gentle embrace.

"I'm rescuing you from my brother. He completely went mad after your argument. He's more paranoid than usual, and believe me, it's only a matter of time before he goes back to his maniac state. You're not ready to deal with this. You're just a human; you can't protect yourself from him anymore. Elijah thought maybe you'd be his anchor and help keep him normal, but this has gone too far, and I'm not going to watch what he does to you anymore. So I'm giving you a chance to leave."

"This isn't just about me. I can see it in your eyes. He did something to you, and you want to get revenge on him; make him pay for it. I want to know what he did."

"He's holding Marcel somewhere. I can't let my brother kill him before I get to him, so I'll focus his attention on something else."

"On my escape."

"Exactly."

"This won't work, Rebekah. If Klaus has a plan, sooner or later he will carry it out. He will not be stopped by the loss of some simple mortal."

"I know something about my brother, Y/N. Maybe he's now in his imperious mood and wants to take control over this city, but he loves you. In his crazy way, he cares about you. Not because he claimed you as his, but because he has some feelings for you that he may not understand clearly. I've never seen him like this before with any woman. But he is Niklaus after all. His hunger for power is greater than anything else." the blonde stopped, noticing something over your shoulder. She sighed with relief. You turned to see a black car pulling into the driveway. "Finally."

"Who is that?"

"You will see. You will be happy." she handed you a bag that was waiting outside the front door and led you to the parked car. After a while, the only person you wanted to be with you ran out of it.

"Lena?"

"Y/N!" the brunette screamed, throwing herself on your neck and hugging you tightly. "I missed you so much." you suddenly felt someone take the weight off your bag. You pulled away from your sister to look at Stefan Salvatore himself. Someone you least expected to be your savior.

"Thank you, Rebekah. We'll be fine from here."

"Take care of her!"

"We will. Get to the car, ladies. We have a long road ahead of us."

Without a single word of explanation, Elena grabbed your hand and dragged you into the backseat, positioning herself so she could hug you from behind and comb your hair. You sighed, grateful for a little peace and comfort from her reassuring touch.

Stefan threw your bag into the front seat and started the car, leaving this damn city as fast as he could.

To your great relief, none of them gave you sympathetic looks or words of comfort. You drove in a pleasant silence, punctuated by the sound of the engine running as Stefan gave it more throttle. You thought you were going to get dizzy from how quickly you dodged the burning lampposts, the light of which was pouring in and out of the car window like you were at a disco.

You just couldn't shake one lingering thought from your mind that had been nagging you ever since Elena had shoved you into the car with a pleased, malicious smile from Rebekah.

Will Klaus be okay?

This has gone on so long I realize that I need Something good to rely on Something for me

As it turned out, Stefan drove you to your parents' old summer house near the mountains. You were glad that they chose this place as your hiding place. You've always hated it, but at least your forced stay won't destroy any of your childhood memories.

And judging by Elena's amused smirk when she saw your grimace, you guessed that her choice of location wasn't so accidental.

Your bodyguard (that's what you've called Stefan since you arrived) and your sister have been living here for two weeks now. You haven't had a single message from Klaus during this time. Nothing. No threatening text messages, no drunken, desperate voicemails begging for your return, or at least one goddamn call. Nothing. Totally. You were more worried about his silence than if he was bombarding you with a thousand messages. You wondered how much of that was deliberate to scare you, and how much of it was possible that his sister had finally finished him off.

You shuddered at the thought that he might be dead.

"Are you cold?" Stefan's question was the only prejudice on his part until he threw the blanket over your shoulders. "It's not the time of year to think on the balcony at night, would you agree?"

"Maybe. But sometimes we do stupid things. Probably too much in my case." you tried to make a joke, but you met his worried look instead. "Come on. It was funny."

"That he used you and mentally abused you? You have a messed-up sense of humor."

"He didn't abuse me. He was just…"

"He treated you like a favorite toy, gradually restricting your access to the world and making you feel like you couldn't live without him. If you call it caring, you're going to go to New Orleans and rip out his cold heart, if only he has one."

"Don't talk like that. You know he would kill you before you even reached him."

"You sound like you still have feelings for him even after he tricked you into loving him and locked you in the gilded cage of New Orleans."

"Don't sound so offended. It's none of your business what I feel for him. I'm not your girlfriend, Stefan."

"No. But you used to be my princess." he replied bitterly.

"And yet, I truly wanted to be his queen. He didn't trick or fool me into loving him, Stefan. Everything I felt for him was real. I know this seems silly and naive to all of you, but… you didn't see him as he was when it was just the two of us. You didn't see the gaze he gave me every time he looked at me. He was so charming, loving, and caring, and with him I felt… free. Not for as long as we can see, but still. I felt like he was the only one for me."

"You can still come back to me. I never stopped loving you, Y/N. Not even a little bit. This nightmare can end right now. Just say a word."

"Stefan, you know I'll always love you." you began, taking his hand and looking into his eyes, feeling guilty for his hopeful look. "But I'm not in love with you anymore, and I don't know if I could be ever again. I'm so sorry, Stefan, but you deserve someone better than me. Someone who'll love you and adore you, who'll be a princess for your prince charming."

"I don't know if I'll ever find someone else I can love as much as you."

"Believe me, you'll find. One day on your way will appear some beautiful, less fucked up girl who will give the world to you, but… it won't be me, Stefan."

"How can you, after everything he's done to you, still care about him?"

"He's half of me, Stef. My worse half, I have to admit, but I can imagine myself with someone else. And maybe I'm stupid and blind and have too much hope in him, but I know that there is good in him. Maybe I can't reach him, but someday someone will. And everyone will see the man I fall in love with. Not his bad, terryfing a shell he created to protect a broken boy inside him." he leaned towards you placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

"I'm afraid you might not live to see that day, Y/N." he whispered, leaving me alone with my thoughts on the balcony.

You sighed, closing your eyes and feeling a single tear roll down your cheek. It would be so much easier to love Stefan than Klaus.

When I'm around you When I'm around you I don't feel together I don't feel together When I'm around you When I'm around you I don't feel together, no I don't feel together

"My sister is going to be so mad at me." I groaned, turning in his arms to bury my face in his pillow.

"Well. I wish your sister wasn't the first thought that comes to your mind after our first hot, long night together, but I can live with that as long as I have you in my bed."

"Don't make fun of me!" I tapped him on the arm, smiling as I heard his beautiful, carefree laugh. "This is a serious situation, Miakelson. If she knew I slept with you the same day I broke up with her boyfriend's brother, she'd gouge my eyes out."

"I think they were well aware of the tension between us. Beyond me is how you managed to stay faithful to him and not succumb to my charms earlier. You resisted bravely, love."

"What can I say? You followed me around until you finally begged. In hindsight, I should have let you chase me a little longer."

"So you like it when I beg? Should I get down on my knees then, for my queen, and beg her to let me please her again?"

"Insatiable bastard."

"Only for the touch and affection of my queen." I pulled away from him with a mischievous smirk, watching his face contort in feigned horror as his eyes still shone with pure amusement and happiness. "Oh, no... I know that smile. What did my cruel queen has in mind?"

"So, can I officially call you my boyfriend?" he groaned in embarrassment, pulling away from me and covering his face with a pillow.

I laughed as I climbed on top of him and removed the pillow from his face. I lay down on top of him, resting my chin on his chest, close to his collarbones. We stared at each other for a moment, completely infatuated with each other. After a while, Klaus reached out his hand and brushed my hair behind my ear. His hand slid from my cheek, over my shoulder, arm, and hand, until he stopped, playing with my fingers. He kissed each of my fingers before suddenly slipping something onto my ring finger.

I pulled my hand out of his grip, examining the new simple gold ring on my finger.

"Don't worry. It's not what you think. I'm not going to propose to you with some ordinary ring. You can trust me to go all the way, then."

"So what is it?"

"There were no such illogical, unstable phrases as boyfriend or girlfriend in my day. If two people liked each other, they usually courted each other. I believe in your day it's called a promise ring."

"Aside from the fact that you almost proposed to me, or at least declared your intentions to do so, and did one of the sweetest things in the world, are you implying that those looks and gifts and all that romantic talk and gestures weren't courtship?"

"Of course not. It was meant to arouse your love for me. Now I can confidently declare my feelings and devotion."

"As if you were holding yourself back or feeling insecure in any way."

"Was I too…"

"A little" I cut him off before he could finish. "But that's one of the reasons I felt for you. Now, kiss me and delight your queen, as you said earlier."

"As you wish, my love." he murmured, kissing me with all his fervor.

You woke up, looking around the room in disappointment. You've had these dreams ever since you left New Orleans. Flashbacks to those good times, when your self-interest was untainted by his problems and manipulations. When butterflies appeared in your stomach every time your skin touched.

You read in some stupid teenage magazine that it's safer to choose the boy who doesn't make you feel butterflies in your stomach. This one would keep you safe. However, knowing what awaits you as Klaus' girlfriend in New Orleans, would you change your decision? Probably not. Would you change your behavior? Definitely yes. You would never let him have that kind of control over you a second time.

You jumped out of bed abruptly as you felt nausea approaching for the fourth time this week. As you leaned over the toilet, you felt someone hold your hair and stroke your back. You relaxed, sensing Elena's presence behind you. When you finished and started brushing your teeth to get rid of that awful taste, you caught your sister's worried look in the mirror.

"What?" you asked, spitting toothpaste into the sink.

"Y/N, I don't think we can avoid this topic any longer." she sighed as she walked over to the bathroom cabinet and took out a rectangular package. She threw it in your direction. You frowned as you recognized what was currently in your hands.

"Are you crazy? Pregnancy test? Like, how could I be pregnant by a vampire?"

"Just do it for me. Please." she asked, looking at you with her most adorable pleading eyes.

"You're going crazy in your old age, but okay. I will grant your stupid request. But get out. I'm not going to pee in front of you."

My heart is broken I'm lying here My thoughts are choking on you my dear On you my dear On you my dear

Elena was right… you were pregnant.

You stared in disbelief at the positive pregnancy test, wondering how this could have happened.

Klaus was a vampire, so it was impossible for him to get you pregnant, but you stood in the bathroom crying over the positive test you had, at one point throwing it down the sink in panic.

Even if you were somehow magically pregnant with Klaus, this couldn't be happening right now. Not while you and he were standing on shaky ground in your relationship. Not when he acted like an obsessive bastard who would surely lock you in his room for 9 months or more after learning that a bun was in the oven for fear of something bad happening to you two.

However, despite everything, all you felt was an unimaginable longing for the father of your (possibly existing) child. He should be here, right next to you, you should rejoice with him about this news and it should be the happiest day of your life.

Instead of this, all you get was the cold, gold ring on your finger, which was making fun of your current situation. And the first tears, which were already dripping from your cheeks onto the floor.

But you decided to pull yourself together to make sure you weren't only concerned about yourself anymore.

"Elena! Can you call Bonnie?!"

When I'm around you When I'm around you I don't feel together I don't feel together When I'm around you When I'm around you I don't feel together, no I don't feel together

"I will open!" you screamed, jumping off the couch hoping it was the pizza you ordered.

You started making excuses a week ago, saying that the baby and you needed more food, and you ordered absolutely everything you wanted. Including fast food, chocolate, ice cream, and weird midnight cravings. To be honest, you were beginning to fear that one day you might want to drink blood, but that was a problem for another day. Now you had to get the pizza.

The problem is that when you opened the door, you saw someone completely different than the pizza delivery guy. Unless Klaus decided to make extra money and is a lousy pizza delivery guy.

"Hello, love."

Shit. You shouldn't text Rebekah that you need to meet. But hey! You thought the blonde had pacified him. So it was appropriate to inform any of the Mikaelsons that they were going to be uncles/aunt, wasn't it?

"Hi." his messy sight didn't make you feel any better. Apparently, this month has not been easy for him either.

"Can we… can we talk?"

"Talk. For obvious reasons, I have no intention of letting you into the house." you replied coldly, not thinking about making it easy for him. He screwed up, you will let him try to fix you two now.

"Of course. I wouldn't blame you at all if you slammed the door in my face." he replied, laughing, trying to lighten the situation somehow.

You raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed, which made him even more embarrassed. It's probably the first time you've seen him in such a precarious state. He always knew what to do and when to do it. Apparently, he must have really come here as quickly as he could, without any plan in mind. All right. At least you'll know his true intentions sooner.

"Honestly, I should probably do that. But I think we've long established that I don't usually do what I'm supposed to do. You have five minutes."

"Where to start here…"

"An apology would be fine. So is the story of how Elijah managed to get your mind back to normal after accusing everyone of treason and scheming behind your back."

"We both know you don't believe in empty words like sorry, but if you want to hear it, I'm more than ready to beg on my knees for your forgiveness, and that really means something, love. Besides, it wasn't my brother's doing. After you left, something in me... snapped. But the situation made it impossible for me to find you so quickly and try to make amends in any way."

"And what was that?"

"I couldn't believe what Elena told me, but apparently it's true." your conversation was interrupted by Stefan, who stood next to you in the doorway. Klaus winced as Salvatore put his arm around your shoulders, but didn't say a word.

"Stefan." Klaus greeted him coldly, completely surprising you that he hadn't tried to pounce on the younger vampire.

"Klaus. I knew you had some impudence, but I thought after 1000 years you'd learned any decency and you will left her alone."

"Stefan." you scolded him, breaking your eye contact with the hybrid for a moment.

"No, Y/N. You shouldn't be standing here talking to him, much less opening the door for him."

"Nobody, not even you, will tell me what to do." you growled, flicking his arm off of you, much to the original's relief and delight.

"Do you really care about him that much? Can't you just walk away from him?" Like you did from me. He forget to add. You saw this resentment in his eyes, and you couldn't blame him for it. He had a right to feel that way after you broke his heart.

"I can't."

"Why?"

"Because he's going to be a father of my child." wow. It's very interesting how one sentence could make these two stunned.

"What?'

"Child?"

"Yes. In a very nutshell, as a half werewolf, you can have children. Surprise! You should start using some protection. Stefan, could you give us a second?" the shocked vampire obediently walked away, leaving you alone with the befuddled hybrid. "Are you okay? You look pale. Do vampires faint?"

"You're pregnant. With my baby."

"Yes, I thought we already established that."

"And you… do you want to keep it?"

"Yes and it would help if you didn't call our baby it."

"Try to put yourself in my position. This morning I was in New Orleans fighting with my siblings, Mikael and Esther and now…"

"Wait. What? Your parents? What happend? Are you okay?" in your concern, you didn't even notice that you had left the house. You were standing in front of him and touching his face, looking for any sign of injury.

"I'm fine, love. I'm perfectly fine now." he murmured, leaning against your hand, absorbing every ounce of touch you were giving him.

You sighed, resting your forehead against his, letting yourself get lost in the familiar scent of his perfume for a moment. The mere fact that he didn't move an inch to touch you made you believe in his sincere desire to repair your relationship (as well as irritating that even though he was so close, you still had a long way to go to reunite.)

"Don't even think those sweet eyes of yours will make me forget what happened. You're going to have to do your best to make up for the fact that instead of talking to me about your concerns, you decided to make sure I didn't abandon you by making me as dependent on you as possible."

"So you still think my eyes are sweet?"

"Shut up." I murmured. Klaus pulled away from you so he could see your face. His serious expression dispelled the playful mood beetwen you two.

"I love you, Y/N. I'll do anything to get you to trust me again, but until that happens, we'll do everything on your terms. I'll buy you whatever house you want, a car, a dog, a cat—name a thing and you'll get it. I will make sure that you and our child do not lack anything. Even if you decide we shouldn't be together."

"You must really want me if you're ready to buy me a cat."

"I remember you arguing with me that they were Satan's spawn." he rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around my waist tentatively. I hugged him to me, allowing this small expression of tenderness between us. I missed him just like that.

"I think you're exaggerating it a bit, love. I called them my natural enemies."

"Of course, wolfie." I said, hugging him again.

Maybe, together, we do feel right after all.

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Tall Tales Part 2.

OK! Back by not-so-popular demand and more just because it was finished and I wanted to, here is part 2! Dont expect this frequent of updates all the time, I literally just have the first 3 or so chapters written just waiting to be edited and I got my first comment! Which inspired me to want to post this (before I forget thank you @gt-daboss!!)

Sheltering the small human in one hand held against his chest, Jace continued toward his destination, his enormous strides cover the distance quite quickly, but the journey still took a while, the sun neared its horizon and Jace couldnt help but stare.

"Av, have you ever seen the sunset from this high up?"

Avril slowly lifts their head up, shaking it 'no'

" You have to, its breathtaking!"

The human sighs, curling up tighter into themself.

"aww come ooon"

Jace pokes them

"Avriiil, knock knock~"

He gently pokes their head, -they look so cute when they're angr-

Gaah!!-

"shit! Did you just b i t e me?!"

Jace yanks his captive up by their shirt, Avril shrieks, they scramble to grab their shirt for dear fucking life. Staring down at their death sentence.

Avril doesnt hear the behemoths scolding, their ears ringing and vision starting to go fuzzy.

They begin to hyperventillate as they dangle helplessly at they giants mercy.

Avril cries out " putmedown !" their words being shouted between breaths

Jace rolls his eyes and snickers, "What, not enjoying the view?"

The ground, 80 ft below, seems to rush toward them.

-Im gonna fucking die I am not ok shit shit shit- Av thinks as their gasping breaths become more audible. Tears slip from their eyes.

Jace is enjoying its panic, helping to relieve his anger, but oh boy, he wanted more...

"aww, ok if you insist~"

With a flick of his wrist the human is sent flying. Avril tumbles through the air, feeling the wind rush past them, they dont even notice the shriek that tears from their throat.

-oh, im going to die.-

tears fall from their closed eyes, and Avril slips into unconciousness

Jace playfully tosses the human up, it lands not so gracefully in his waiting palm.

" whoops ~" he teases

Jace looks down,

"heheheh, you good short stack?" the human doesn't move or make a sound.....

Oh.

Oh shit.

Jaces face quickly turns panicked as he realises his tiny captive might be fucking unalived

He lays its lithe form in his other hand, places a finger to its stomach, and, feeling small breaths rise and fall, He lets out the breath he didnt know he had been holding.

Jace felt its face, it was wet, he realised, from tears.

Shit shit shit.... Jace, you fucked up.

Jace takes a deep breath to calm himself. He lifts av's shirt to see if any injuries or blood loss could have caused unconciousness, , , or fatality , , ,

Staring down, he sees it's bruises.

It's arms, legs and midsection had bruised spots where jace had so carelessly slammed his hand down. And on it's middle where he had plucked it up holding it tight.

-Oh fuck, jace you scared the living shit out of it, and hurt it, and probably traumatised it, it wasnt trying to ignore you it was probably having a panic attack, you asshat !-

Jace ate at himself as he speed walked, trying not to jostle the human and aggrivate any injuries.

He just hoped it would be ok...

(Timeskip 20 minutes)

Back at jaces "home" (just a clearing in the woods with some fallen trees and boulders)

Avril was beginning to stir, Jace heard a groan of pain, and then a little cough from behind him and turns to see tired eyes, looking around, groggily wondering wtf was going on.

Avril has had a rough few hours.... They are glad to have had some rest, and do not entirely remember where they are... Or if those few hours were only a dream... Wait , , ,

Av tries to sit up, but finding that painful, they lay with their eyes open, looking around they realise that: A; they are in a quite large clearing in the woods, surrounded by a kinda scratchy cloth.

And B; those past few hours were, in fact, all to real.

Av turns their head to see the giant they had had the /pleasure/ to meet not too long ago.

Their eyes widen.

Ignoring the pain, Avril Jolts back, they sit up, knees to their chest and pull the cloth up to their eyes to hide themself.

The human was finally awake!

Jace approaches the rock it had been placed atop for safekeeping, crouching down, placing his elbows on either side of the rock, Jace smiles down at it.

-it looks sooo cute wrapped up in that jacket~!-

The human, especially fucking terrified, curls into itself as Jace speaks above them.

"Hi there, glad your awake again :)"

He trys to sound less threatening, however he is looming over them, and almost literally has their life in his hands, sooo....

"......"

the human shifted a bit but did not otherwise answer.

Frowning at its lack of response, jace tries again.

" how are you feeling? " he questioned.

Avril, now realising they needed to answer, checked up on themself, unfurling a bit to feel everything.

"... I- I'm, i'm, f- Fine .."

Ah, yes. I, too, would be fine after being kidnapped and manhandled.

"Hurts anywhere ?"

" uh- um.... " the werent sure how the titan would like them to answer...

Jace reached out a hand towards it ,wanting a better look.

The tiny jolted, startled.

"n-no- !" well, giving no answer was definitely wrong. Avril ducked under the cloth, their only security.

Jace sighed and peeled back the cloth of his jacket, revealing the shuddering thing, it squeaked, seeing him take away its "shield"

Jace looked down pityingly at it.

"Little one, lemme get a look at'chu'"

The human cowered, letting out little whimpers as jace reached for it. Jace was more gentle now, he placed one hand behind it and scooped it into his other palm, he could feel its shaking.... Gently , he stroked its head, it didnt do much to calm the human, only making it clench up more.

With a huff, jace stood, and began to push its shirt up its back, the human retaliated, it screamed "n-n-no,, please d- dont--!" and shoved their shirt back into place before resuming their egg position.

"-Im just gonna check on your bruises, calm down."

Jace pushed the shirt up again, now with minimal resistence from his tiny captive. Jace could now see the purpling bruises where he had grabbed it,,, his calm face faltered, again seeing the pain he had caused to such a little thing... Jace lightly ran a finger down the tinys' back, not sure who he was comforting with this action...

#g/t #g/t fearplay #giant/tiny #my art #fanfic #gt art #hurt/comfort #micro #macro #micro/macro

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Me at 13 years old aggressively Just Dancing to Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne to take out the anger that my ship wasn’t canon was actually the peak of my personality

#Just Dance #Girlfriend #Avril Lavigne #It was Skilene #Leave me alone #The Penguins of Madagascar #2013 #Personal #Shipping #Canon #Mine

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Can I please request a fic based on ‘complicated’ by avril lavigne like maybe one of them (eddie or reader) is with a new crowd and starting to change or leaving the other person. Or not wanting to be seen with them. Im hoping for it to be hella angsty, happy ending or not is up to you 🫶🏻🫶🏻 thank you and i absolutely love everything you’ve written 💗

Sure, let's give it a go!

Thank you so much💕 I'm happy to hear you love my work :)

⚠️it's gonna hurt- ending is left open to a possible happy ending?

Chill out, whatcha yellin' for?

Lay back, it's all been done before

And if you could only

Let it be, you would see

I like you the way you are

When we're drivin' in your car

And you're talkin' to me

One-on-one but you become

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND THE ISSUE HERE!" Eddie screamed.

Y/N and Eddie were going at it again. She noticed that her boyfriend was changing into someone else. He got roped into the popular crowd, leaving her in his dust like she was nothing.

"stop yelling! And just listen to me." She demanded but Eddie refused to listen to her.

"NO I'M NOT GOING TO LISTEN. IM NOT A LOSER ANYMORE. THIS IS THE NEW ME AND I'M BETTER THIS WAY." She rolled her eyes as he screamed again.

"you are not better this way! If you would open your goddamn eyes you'd see that I fell in love with my Eddie! Not this Chrissy prototype she created. I like you the way you are when it's just me and you, singing in your van. You talk to me like we used to. We talk about music, your campaign and goof around. Where did that go? Now all you want to talk about is the next party. Becoming friends with fucking Jason? My Eddie would never stoop that low."

"what is up with this "your Eddie" I'm still me just better!"

Somebody else 'round everyone else

You're watchin' your back like you can't relax

You're tryna be cool, you look like a fool to me, tell me

Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated?

I see the way you're

Actin' like you're somebody else, gets me frustrated

"you become this asshole around everyone else. You watch your back to see if they are near before you even talk to me! I'm your girlfriend and you only seem to care when it's just us. You're trying to be cool like them but you look like a fucking idiot Eddie! Why did you have to make this so complicated for us?"

She left slamming his van door that night. Part of her just giving up at finding the old Eddie and bringing him back.

Her Eddie never hurt her like this. Never made her doubt herself. He used to listen to her, respect her and love her

Now this new Eddie ignores her in public. Not bothering to even look in her direction while he's with his new friends.

Eddie showed up unannounced at her house that night. Hope filled in her that finally he understood where she was coming from.

"What do you want Eddie?" She sighed as she opened her window, watching him crawl in.

"figured I'd give you a chance to apologize to me."

She couldn't believe her ears.

"excuse me?" She scoffed out, eyes staring daggers into her boyfriend's head.

"well? You completely shit on me for making new friends for no reason."

"oh my God Eddie you are in such denial! I am not saying sorry for shit. I'm the one who deserves an apology. I called you out on your shit because you have been a fucking asshole to me. Ever since you became friends with Chrissy, you've thrown me to the side. Only loving me when it's just us alone. But the second we are in public, you ignore me. Like I'm all of a sudden not worth being seen with you? You put yourself on a pedestal and look down on me." She cried. Feeling so frustrated that her boyfriend just wouldn't listen to her.

"well maybe If you quit with all the nerdy clubs and stopped being so embarrassing I'd show you off like Jason does with Chrissy." He snapped.

Quickly realizing the mistake in his words. The apology she deserved on the tip of his tongue. The anger left his body as he watched his girlfriend break down even further in front of him. What was he even doing this for? To be cool?

"embarrassing wow. Glad to know how you truly feel about your fucking girlfriend asshole. Don't worry, I won't embarrass you anymore because I'm done with you and whatever relationship we had hanging on a thread. Why don't you flirt your way with the cheerleaders who used to mock you for the same clubs I stayed in. At least I can be myself and have people accept me. I'll continue to pick up your slack in YOUR hellfire club. Not like we need you anymore anyways. Get the fuck out of my house" she snapped. Pushing his heavy body towards the door. Using all her strength to push his body that refused to move.

"no I fucked up. Please don't make me leave. I'm sorry. I'm sorry okay? I was wrong so fucking wrong." He tried to plead, but she kept shoving him harder and harder. He didn't want to break up, he didn't want to lose her. Selfishly he thought he could be in the popular crowd and still hold on to her.

"GET OUT!" she screamed over and over. Crying harder when his body just wouldn't fucking move. Her dad came running up the stairs hearing her scream.

"what's going on?" He asked, eyes watching as his daughter sobbed, trying to push Eddie but he wasn't moving. Staring at her with tears in his own eyes. He was losing her. He couldn't grasp that.

"dad make him leave please." She begged, dropping her hands. Giving up as her arms burned.

"please sir. I just need to talk to her.". Eddie tried to plead to him. Her dad always loved Eddie. Saw him as a son, they even became friends who watched sports together. Eddie saw him as a second father figure in his life. Shit, was he going to lose that too?

"Eddie I'm sorry, but I need you to leave." Eddie shook his head as her dad grabbed his shoulder.

"No baby please. I'm sorry! I didn't mean anything."

"yeah? Well I meant everything I said."

She slammed her bedroom door as her dad finally got Eddie out.

Eddie wiped his tears as he made his way to the front door.

"Eddie?" Her dad said quietly.

Eddie turned to him, anxious in his eyes.

"I'm not sure what is going on between you two, but I don't appreciate seeing my daughter cry every night. Either man up and fix things or let her go. I like you Eddie, and I believe you are a good guy. I believe in you doing the right thing."

Eddie barely slept that night, hating that every time he closed his eyes he saw her crying.

His eyes landed on the stupid Leatherman jacket Jason gifted to him. A stupid piece of clothing that got to Eddie's head.

He allowed himself to get sucked into being accepted by the wrong people.

He hasn't been to hellfire in months, ignoring all his friends all together. Ditching them for Jason and the basketball team. All the people he took under his wing to protect, he ditched for the exact people he needed to protect them from.

Eddie never felt so disappointed in himself.

He walked into the school with a fresh mind. He could either stay with the popular kids, who used to make fun of him and his friends. Or go back to the people that loved him unconditionally for who he truly was.

"Jason?" He said as he walked up to him. Jason turned around with a smile

"Eddie my man! How are you?" He asked, hugging him slightly.

"pretty shitty. Kind of got dumped last night by my girlfriend." Eddie choked out. A bitter smile on his lips.

"what Y/N? She did you a favor. Do you know how many babes on Chrissy's team have been wanting a piece of you? Now you are single and can easily pick any of them, or a few. I won't judge." Jason winked, patting Eddie's shoulder, walking away.

Eddie felt sick to his stomach. Jason talking as Y/N was just so easy to replace and not think about. Like a cheerleader would solve his problems.

The news of the breakup traveled fast. Eddie had girls coming up to him every second.

"Eddie! I hear you are in a band. What do you play?" A girl giggled on his arm.

Eddie tried to ignore her and focus on the assignment in front of him.

It happened all afternoon. Countless flirting, touching, and waves. All from girls who never gave him the time of day before becoming one of Jason's followers.

Eddie ignored all of them. Searching for Y/N, just wanting a second to talk to her again.

Eddie was digging his locker when he felt a body up against his back, arms around his waist. Eddie turned fast to see another cheerleader standing there with a huge smile.

"um hi " he said, trying to unhook her arms from his body but she held her death grip.

"hi Eddie! So I've been waiting ages for you to realize Y/N was too much of a loser for you. Like leading that weird hellfire club? Who would even make that?" Eddie could tell that this cheerleader had no idea Eddie was the old leader. That Eddie himself was a loser that she thought Y/N out to be.

"but back to my point, how did you two even get together? You are like so out of her league. Can't believe she even thought you'd stay interested in her that long. What do you say to me though? I think I could show you a really good time"

Eddie wanted to puke at how forward she was. Wanting nothing more than to see what Eddie had between his legs. Still trying to unhook her arms. His body was getting too hot. He could feel himself sweating. He felt like a piece of meat to all these girls. Their eyes devoured him. He missed the look of love in Y/N's eyes when she looked at him.

He didn't want to be seen as sex on legs.

He wanted to be seen as someone worthy of loving.

"Eddie?" She said, bringing him back to her. Still hooked on him with her head on his chest, staring up at him.

Eddie wanted to look around for help but his eyes caught a body, ready to beg them for help his mouth shut when he saw who was staring at him, at them.

Y/N could feel the heat in her bones, the tears in her eyes and her throat burning as she choked back tears.

She broke up with him last night and he already had his hands on a girl who was wrapped around him. She shook her head in disbelief. That sure didn't take him long. She scoffed at herself for even thinking he would regret anything. He was so full of shit, probably wanted to look good in front of her dad.

She gave him one last look and marched down the hall.

Eddie Munson was dead to her.

Eddie quickly screamed after her, "BABY WAIT!"

The girl looked at him confused and turned her head to see Y/N running down the hallway.

"LET ME GO!" he screamed. The girl panicked at his loud voice and dropped her arms.

Eddie slammed his locker and ran as fast as he could after her.

"PLEASE JUST WAIT. THAT WASN'T WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE."

He practically smashed into her, not noticing she stopped.

"Eddie can you please just leave me alone?" She sighed. Tired of constantly being hurt.

"no baby I can't. Okay? You were right. I joined the popular crowd because I wanted to feel seen. And now I hate it. They don't see me the way you do. They don't know anything about me. I'm an asshole, selfish and an idiot. You never embarrassed me. I spent the last few months embarrassing myself. And what we had was way more real than Jason and Chrissy. He shows her off because shes a cheerleader, not because he's in love with her. Not like I am with you. Please is there anyway I can fix this?" He begged

"I don't think so Eddie, I'm sorry but I can't forgive you. You left me behind, you left all of us behind. Maybe once I see you changed back to the old Eddie, I'll think about it but right now, no." He accepted her answer with a heavy heart. She walked away from him again and he let her this time.

He needed to work on himself. He needed to find his old self, the one she fell in love with. And the second he does, he's finding his way back to her.

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rusmii · 5 days

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SHARE SOMETHING ABT UR DRAFTS !!!

EEEE OKOK tagging @kurolumiis too bc she wanted to hear abt it as well!!

I've got like 35+ wips, but here are the MAIN ones!

SFW ; will be posted on @/sumrii

I'd Let the World Burn for You

fyodor x reader, soft angst, fluff, two crazies completely in love with each other

⤷base concept; in every carnation, you find a pretty man willing to give you all the attention you sought for; a man willing to burn the world to make you the happiest.

Defining Details of Your Face pt2

artist!fyodor x rich!reader, fluff, bonding, fyodor character study, the renaissance era if i can remember

⤷base concept; after the events of the first part, fyodor is hopelessly devoted to perfecting every little detail he somehow missed, even going as far as to steal your heart. BASED ON THE SONG; HOPELESSLY DEVOTED TO YOU by olivia newton-john

Cooties? EW! (im afraid of germs)

dazai x reader, womanizer!zai but not in a sexual way, dazai relationship study, reader scares dazai bc he's afraid of falling in love but eventually gives into his heart

⤷base concept; dazai is a lover boy in his right. even if that meant that you'd have to suffer the anger of his wild ex! BASED ON THE SONG; GIRLFRIEND by avril lavigne

I WANNA TELL U BUT 'M SUPA SHY !

chuuya x lovesick!reader, reader is a mess and in love with their superior, chuuya isn't dense and drops hints to tell reader that he's also interested but reader is the dense one, higuchi is the best wing woman

⤷base concept; being in love with your boss is hard! but having a dense subordinate who thinks that you're not, just as in love with them as they are with you, is even harder!! BASED ON THE SONG; SUPER SHY by newjeans

NSFW ; will be posted on @/rusmii

LOOK LIKE A P♡RN ST☆R

multi chara; dazai, chuuya, nikolai x fem!reader, 900+ followers thanks <3

⤷base concept; secret ;) BASED ON THE SONG; FASTER 'N HARDER by 6arelyhuman

bundle up cuz' ur in my arms 2nite

yan oni! chuuya x fem!reader, monster/demon fucking, old time period, yknow yandere stuff, some serious dubcon bc of sex pollen

⤷base concept; at the base of your village, an oni is out to commit murder, but finds his future wife instead. and he does anything and everything necessary to secure yours as his.

DROOLIN'?

multi chara fic; ??? x fem!reader, this won the poll and idk the rest yet

⤷base concept; you begged for their dick, they fuck your needy ass dumb—and as a result, you're drooling over their cock.

fyi yall aren't allowed to accuse me of plagiarizing if someone posts something similar to these ideas b4 i get to them 😭

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y4wnjunz · 1 year

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Complicated

c.by x reader

short story based on the song complicated by avril lavigne

you and beomgyu have been best friends since diapers, when you both started college you noticed beomgyu straying away from you, for a new found popularity group. beomgyu thinks that you both can still be friends, until he realizes how far he strayed away from you.

fluff, angst, college au

warnings: cursing, depression, loss of a best friend, lmk if there’s anymore!

tumblr is based on the system of reblogs, show my work some love!

Chill out, what ya yellin' for?

Lay back, it's all been done before

And if, you could only let it be, you will see

you and beomgyu are skating around the city’s skatepark, enjoying the night air, listening to beomgyu rant about how much he deserved the recognition in college. he wants all the friends, go to parties, and get laid every weekend, but being a nobody in high school allows him to be somebody that’s not in that crowd or seen as such. you frown at the boy as he places his board into the trunk of his car and sits down in the driver’s seat. you look down at your beat up shoes, the holy jeans and black zip up jacket that beomgyu had gifted you a couple christmases ago.

“is my love not good enough?” you whisper to yourself.

I like you the way you are

When we're driving in your car

And you're talking to me one on one, but you become

you walk into the campus entrance alone after watching beomgyu put on his fratboy attire and run out the door to hop into yeonjun’s car with three girls and soobin. you frown at the scene in front of you, but quickly shrug it off as you grab your board and skate to school. now you might be thinking ‘why aren’t you stopping him?’ well, easy, i want him to get a taste of what it’s like and if i truly mean so little to him then so be it, who am i to stop him?

you spot beomgyu in the crowd, laughing at some joke one of the girls wrapped around his arm was whispering to him. he looks up at you with wide eyes and stiffens.

Somebody else

'Round everyone else

You're watching your back

Like you can't relax

You try to be cool

You look like a fool to me

Tell me

you roll your eyes at him and walk to your first class, which you have with the three frat boys, beomgyu, yeonjun, and soobin. sitting in the middle of the lecture hall with your headphones in and beating along the tempo on your desk, you see them walk in with the crowd and the professor following shortly after. the boys sit a few rows behind you, laughing and throwing paper at each other. the professor has given up to stop their stupidity. you shake your leg when you hear one of the boys accidentally hit your head and snicker.

“guys. stop, don’t bother her.” beomgyu says. the other two laugh at him and nudge him.

“why do you care for the loser?” yeonjun laughs and soobin covers his mouth.

“i don’t, i just know she has anger issues. i grew up with her.” beomgyu says rolling his eyes.

you stiffen at his words, and grab your things and quietly make your way out the back door of the lecture hall. beomgyu takes notice of your absence and guilt washes over him. the other two wouldn’t stop laughing at beomgyu’s words. as you walk down the hall you look at your phone, when your mom sends you a picture of you and beomgyu when you were just in diapers. a tear trickles down your cheek and before you could notice your phone has splotches of tears on the screen, making the device freeze up. a body sits next to you and holds you.

“y/n i didn’t mean that. i just didn’t want them to make fun of me even more.” beomgyu says with his arm around you.

“beomgyu, it’s fine. you’ve wanted this since our senior year of high school.” you say standing up, leaving the boy behind as you make your way to your house.

Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated?

I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else

Gets me frustrated

Life's like this, you

And you fall, and you crawl, and you break

And you take what you get, and you turn it into

Honesty and promise me I'm never gonna find you faking

No, no, no

the next day, you stay home revising notes that a classmate sent you from all the classes you missed yesterday.

“i can’t believe i allowed a stupid ass boy to come between me and my fucking major,” you say when you accidentally hit the wrong key for your notes. groaning you slam your hands on your desk and stand up. the door bell rings with urgency, debating on whether or not to ignore it, you go with the latter because it could be something important. opening the door you see beomgyu with his shaggy hair over his eyes, with his stupid frat boy clothes on and a duffle bag.

“what do you want beomgyu?” you roll your eyes when you see the boy open and close his mouth clearly not expecting you to just not let him in.

“i- uhh, i just wanted to talk to you about yesterday,” he says adjusting the bag on his shoulders and scratching his neck. you open the door a little wider allowing him to come in.

You come over unannounced

Dressed up like you're somethin' else

Where you are and where it's at you see

You're making me

Laugh out when you strike your pose

Take off all your preppy clothes

You know you're not fooling anyone

When you become

he poses in your mirror with his ripped american eagle jeans hugging his butt. you laugh at him and his ego.

“what? don’t they make my ass look delicious? you know you want some,” he sticks his butt in your face. you grimace and slap him away. he changes into his skater boy attire and jumps on your bed.

“say lets remanence on old times and go to the skatepark!” beomgyu gets says ecstatically, you shrug your shoulders and agree.

“i suppose we could, just know if i hear you shitting on my name again i’ll have your head. like you said, i have anger issues.” you say taking your shirt off and throwing it on beomgyu’s head.

at the skatepark, you ride around like usual and talk about how stupid popularity is and that your friendship should’ve came first. you goof off and laugh as he attempted certain tricks and most definitely failed them.

you smile at him going into the bowl of the park, and doing tricks with other guys.

Somebody else.

end.

a/n i hope you liked it, this isn’t proof read and i’ll more than likely go through this later on when i get off work! enjoy my friends, show me some love and tell me what you’d like me to write for :)

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Skater Boy by Anthony Nerada

Source: Audiobook ARC from NetGalley

Release date: 6 February

Genre: young adult contemporary romance

If you like: queer coming of age, explorations of toxic masculinity, pop-punk, flawed protagonists trying to be better, Sk8ter Boy by Avril Lavigne but gay

Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

Synopsis

Stonebridge High’s resident bad boy, Wesley “Big Mac” Mackenzie, is failing senior year—thanks to his unchecked anger, rowdy friends, and a tendency to ditch his homework for skateboarding and a secret photography obsession. So when his mom drags him to a production of The Nutcracker, Wes isn’t interested at all . . . until he sees Tristan Monroe. Mr. Nutcracker himself.

Wes knows he shouldn’t like Tristan; after all, he’s a ballet dancer, and Wes is as closeted as they come. But when they start spending time together, Wes can’t seem to get Tristan out of his head. Driven by a new sense of purpose, Wes begins to think that—despite every authority figure telling him otherwise—maybe he can change for the better and graduate on time.

As a falling out with his friends becomes inevitable, Wes realizes that being himself means taking a stand—and blowing up the bad-boy reputation he never wanted in the first place.

Content warnings

Explicit language

Bullying

Alcoholism

Underage drinking

Racism (as experienced by a Black love interest)

Past domestic abuse

Childhood trauma

Smoking (cigarettes + weed)

Homophobia

Physical violence

Review

Why'd Wes have to go and make things so complicated 😔🤘

I hadn't expected to, but I found myself relating to Wes quite a bit. His experience of being labelled as a bad kid, and then only being seen as such without being given the chance to break that expectation, as well as his feelings of anger and fear and powerlessness, that no one wants to listen to him, that he can't open up to people, that he's inferior and will never amount to anything, took me right back to primary and secondary school lmao. (I'm so glad I'm not a teenager anymore.)

I also empathise with how awkward Wes feels around Tristan, or when he's trying to talk to people who aren't his friends; not knowing the right thing to say, or when he says something that comes off as angrier or meaner than he intends—that's literally me, baby!

A part I don't relate to is the bullying. Wes is like, a legit bully, like pushing kids into the lockers like in american high school movies kind of bully. While he's not the main aggressor among his friends, it still kind of hurt to read about how he hurt people in the past. I liked how his character arc developed, with him facing up to his actions and apologising to his victims, although I do think he was forgiven pretty easily; I personally would have held a grudge until I died, but good for them!

At the start of the book I was worried that this would be a whole "find a bf and magically all your problems are fixed!" kind of story, but while Tristan is definitely a motivating factor for Wes to improve himself, I really appreciate that Wes was the one who decided to take initiative and begin the first steps to becoming better.

There's layers of complexity to Wes and Tristan's relationship, because (a) Tristan is Black, and so deals with racism that Wes could never understand, (b) Tristan is out and Wes is not, (c) Tristan is a perfectionist and has a goal and life plans, while Wes is flunking high school with no plans to apply for college, (d) Wes had an abusive childhood, and Tristan has loving supportive parents, and (e) Wes is poor and Tristan is wealthy.

These are a lot of issues to handle in one book, and while I feel like the author does a good job discussing and resolving most of these elements, there's one point that I feel didn't get fully resolved, and that's the wealth disparity between them. Wes is super aware of this, he constantly notices the differences between the way they live, which makes him feel self-conscious around Tristan.

Spoiler warning, but at one point Tristan dresses Wes up in like a pricey cardigan and a polo shirt to meet his parents, and later Wes is furious and leaves early because he feels out of place and insecure, and that Tristan is trying to change who he is. Later, they talk and Wes comes to the conclusion that he was over-reacting, which, yeah, he was. But Tristan never apologises and is like "you know I would never have made you change your clothes if I knew it would make you feel bad!" He also makes fun of one of Wes's friends, and Wes wonders if part of the reason why he doesn't want to introduce Tristan to his friends was because he felt embarrassed.

I feel like this is a pretty big deal, and an obvious source of tension, that doesn't seem to get fully resolved. Most of Wes and Tristan's discussions about their relationship revolve around Wes apologising, but Tristan, even though he never does so intentionally, never apologises for making Wes feel inferior in this aspect.

I also feel that Tristan was kind of one-dimensional. From Wes's perspective, Tristan is perfect and flawless, and he puts him on a pedestal, while Wes is the one messing up. Tristan's only flaw, as far is I can tell, is that he struggles with anxiety, but he never seems to show it to Wes, for all that he encourages Wes to be emotionally vulnerable with him. I would have liked it if Tristan messed-up, or needed Wes to support him or comfort him in some way (Wes does support him, at near the ending, but that doesn't really count), to balance out their relationship a bit, instead of always having Tristan encouraging him, and having Wes mess up and make up for it.

The climax of this book gets really chaotic, huge shit goes down, like life-ruining shit. He manages to work it all out in the end, but I feel that it came way too easily, especially the problems he had with his friends. I feel like it got dismissed as some sort of misunderstanding, like Wes was the one making a big deal out of nothing. Afterwards, he and his friends talk it out very maturely, but where was all that maturity when shit was going down!!

I realise that a lot of my review sounds like I'm complaining, but this is really worth a read! The way this book discusses toxic masculinity, emotional vulnerability, dealing with trauma (because Wes is very clearly traumatised) is so well-done, and you can tell from the author's note that he put a lot of love and thought into this book. I would discuss this more but this review would get very spoilery.

To finish off this review, here are some nitpicks! These are minor details and do not affect the overall story! Some of these are purely personal issues I have that may not apply to other people!

Wes is stated to be a punk, and a lot of this book (the title, the chapter titles, the marketing) is about pop-punk, or scene music in general. But Wes doesn't seem to listen to pop-punk? The only band he mentions listening to is Metallica, which, last I checked, is a metal band. He wears a Linkin Park t-shirt once (huge slay) and mentions the My Chemical Romance reunion (double slay), but that's about it. He seems to be more of a metalhead tbh, which there's nothing wrong with, but I was hoping for more pop-punk references. (This sounds greedy, since almost every chapter title is a pop-punk reference, and I did appreciate that, but I wanted more!!)

I didn't vibe with the audiobook narrator. I'm kind of (very) picky about audiobooks, so the fact that I didn't dnf shows that he did a decent job at least, but I feel like he missed the mark on narrating the dialogue. Sometimes I couldn't tell the difference between Wes's internal narration and when he was actually speaking which was confusing, and the narrator also read everything in this sad, hesitant sort of voice, which works for the overall vibe of the story, but makes the happy, lighthearted moments in the book feel sad as well.

Minor spoiler, Wes's mom got him and his friends tickets to see Metallica, but later they start growing apart and the concert is never mentioned again (unless I somehow missed it?), so its unclear if they did go to the Metallica concert. I need to know if they went, because if they skipped out on it due to their beef, I will be very sad on their behalf.

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