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the-witch-of-one-piece · 4 months

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Hatori Sohma x F! Reader: I always have 18+ WC:3.9k / Resident: @enchantedforest-network / Masterlist(coming soon)/ Synopsis: The words 'I love you' never came out until it was too late. Seeing the man you grew up with was planning to wed his new girlfriend. You couldn't come to terms with it. Always hearing from friends he does love you, you begin to doubt it, till you talk to him. You didn't want to come between him and his new love and decide to leave. Coming back after a few years it was just you and Hatori at Shigure's home. The discussion that was long overdue for many years finally happens and it comes full of surprises. Tw: Angst in the beginning, oral sex (receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration, making out, a curse being broken for Hatori, comfort, and sex in someone else house, discussing Hatori's injuries. *MINORS DNI 18+*

It’s been a while since you were faced with him. Hatori wearing his nice suit the cigarette he was exhaling from before he looked over at you.. ‘He hasn’t changed a bit’ you said to yourself as you both faced one another.

-Past-

Your mother married into the Sohma family when you were 5. You grew up knowing about the curse on the family and the members affected by it.. Growing up with Hatori, Ayame, and Shigure, they were the closest friends you had. They never made you feel out of place always including you in things they were doing. Out of the three, there was always a sense of comfort being around Hatori. Getting older it was evident that there was a connection between you both. But it would change when you left the country to pursue your own goals while Hatori attended medical school becoming the private family doctor for the Sohma’s.

It killed you to be away, but you had a goal...to do it you had to leave. You and Hatori kept in touch over the years of being over seas, but it seemed to slow down after about a few months to the point where you hadn’t heard from him. When arriving back at the estate, you found out about his engagement to Kana… Your heart broke to see the smiling woman next to Hatori when you met her. Putting on a smile in front of them, congratulating the happy couple. Maybe the feelings were one-sided all this time. Everyone was happy to see Hatori happy with someone, you had to pretend to be happy . But even when you tried to hide it was noticed by everyone your smile wasn't as sweet as it was. Ayame and Shigure knew this would be painful for you to witness.

The whole conversation played vividly in your mind when you spoke to Shigure when arriving back. “Was it all a lie?” you looked at him. You were trying to find some falseness in his eyes. “It wasn’t a lie ______, it just happened we didn’t expect Hari to fall in love with someone else when you left…I don’t think he expected it either.” Shigure watched the pain in your eyes as you were walking around the living room of your home. “This is just a thought …maybe he thought you were going to find someone out there who would make you happy, someone who can actually hold you and comfort you. things you know he couldn’t do...”

“I should have told him before I left. Why did I think waiting after so many years of being in love with him it would have taken me long to do so and now…. I can’t” Your eyes filled with tears as you quickly wiped them before they fell. “I can’t even let him know how I feel… It doesn’t matter.”

Shigure felt a bit of your pain seeing that there was always that spark between you both. To see one friend happy and another in pain he was conflicted. “I’m not saying it's too late to let him know maybe you still should. To get that closure, between you both it could help you move on.” You were contemplating Shigure's words, maybe you should… Waiting after some time till it got dark you walked towards his home. Walking down the sidewalk flashback memories of your childhood of you and Hatori displayed so vividly you thought it was real. There wasn’t one bad memory you both had. Knocking on the front door of his home you anticipated when you heard the door handle click then open to find Hatori there. “_____? It’s everything late okay?” He asked you to see if there were any injuries, if he was able to see, or if you weren’t feeling well. “Hey sorry to come so late...I’m okay.” Your tone was slightly weak paired with a small smile.

After he invited you in. You can see the photo of Kana at his side table “What brings you here?” he asked. His hands were in his pocket walking towards you he stood a few feet from you. He could see you weren’t yourself, you didn’t respond to his question originally. “What’s on your mind?” he asked.

The words could leave your mouth. This was a bad idea for you to even come here, but you were here and there was no turning back. “I just wanted to talk to you about something, I just… can’t find the right words to say what I have to say without it sounding so forward.” Hatori watched your body language as you fumbled with your fingers. “There were a lot of things I hadn’t got to say before I left... one of them is a secret, I’ve kept to myself for so long debating if I should tell you or not…” Hatori could see where this was going, a part of him was hoping you weren’t going to say what he wanted to hear from you and something he couldn’t bring himself to say as well. He was with Kana someone he was planning on marrying but the girl he fell for since the moment she entered the Shoma’s estate was here in front of him. “You don’t have to say it… I know.” His purple orbs looked at you.

“I always have… I wanted to tell you but every time I got tired, I got too nervous or it was interrupted. It was hard to be in love with your best friend without expressing it. Not wanting to ruin the friendship… if it didn’t work out. I wish…” you stopped yourself in mid-sentence. “I wish I would have told you sooner and not wait till now to say how much you really meant to me.”

Hatori let out a low sigh. “It goes both ways ______. Don’t blame yourself. I had opportunities like you did and didn’t take them… When you left for school, I thought you would have forgotten about me and anyone there would sweep you off your feet. Me and Kana…. it…it just happened.” “I don’t want you to think I’m here to break you both up. I’m truly happy to see you found someone who makes you happy.” As much as you hated to say that you accompanied it with a smile. “I know she will make you happy just like you will make her happy. Seeing you smile this much I hadn’t seen since we were younger.” The smile was hiding your pain, but he could see it through the smile. “_______...” there was no doubt the feelings he tried to repress came to the surface quickly. He wanted nothing more than to bring you in his arms but the curse upon him wouldn’t let him do so. “I’m sorry.” He has a bit of resentment in his tone.

“Don’t apologize if you truly love her then marry her… I’m happy I really am.” You were trying to hold back the tears. “I-I think I should get going, I have to be leaving soon…” “leaving?” He saw you walking past him towards the door before you could reach the door, he grabbed your hand. “You're leaving, but you just got back?” “I was offered a permanent position where I was working. I was deciding if I should take it or not. I think it's time for me to move on.”

Hatori stopped himself from saying ‘don’t go’ then Kana’s face appeared in his mind. His hand released yours “If that is what you choose to do. I’m wishing you all the luck…” You nodded, still fighting the tears back. You could see the ache he was feeling as well. Your hand reached for his cheek, his eyes closed as your soft hand was gentle against his face. Even though this was goodbye for you both you had to say it to him “I will always love you.” His hand was resting against yours. “I wish things were different. I would have told you I loved you a long time ago.”

When you blinked the tears fell from your eyes. You had to get away, you couldn’t break down in front of him. You had to remove her hands from his cheek before quickly leaving his home. The more you tried to keep it together you were silent weeping to your home. You couldn’t even hear Shigure and Ayame calling out to you. That night you packed and called for the earliest flight.

“I told you nothing happened.” you walked past Shigure and Ayame who were trying to figure out what was going on. “Obviously something happened and you're not telling us,” Ayame said as he stood in front of the door causing you to stop. Noticing your eye was a bit swollen like you were crying... “As your friend, I know when something is wrong.” “I can’t just stay here knowing the person I fell in love with is going to marry someone else okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? And things would have been different if we just told each other how we felt long ago… I’m saving myself from the pain of seeing that okay?”

“He told you then…” Shigure said “Listen, you're not thinking clearly enough, maybe just getting some rest will clear your mind before taking this job offer?” “I can’t I booked the flight and this is only one departing for the next few days.” zipping up the luggage as the taxi arrived. Placing everything in the taxi you looked at Aya and Shigure. “I’m sorry guys. I know it's sudden but I have to do this for myself…I will call you when I can.”

Hatori watched from a distance, both of you looking at one another before you got into the taxi. It would be the last time you both saw each other. The following few days, Hatori and Kana wished to be married and the same day he was injured. One thing after another losing you and losing Kana wiping her memories of what they had. He was alone, he felt like he was unlovable at one point. One's memories were erased while one remained with memories of pain.

After hearing what happened to Hatori you couldn't help but feel guilty, leaving the way you did without saying goodbye properly. It was all weighing on you. Maybe he wouldn’t have asked so quickly if you just didn't tell him at all how you felt. There were times when you wanted to call him but with the first ring, you hung up. You just wanted to hear his voice and ask him how he was doing.

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3 years would pass when you finally decided to visit. Shigure told you that he wanted to talk to you at his home. When arriving at his home no one was there but one person. Sitting on the patio in the back to find hatori smoking a cigarette. “Hatori?” you looked at him. Putting out his cigarette he stood up. “______ it's been a while.” His voice was still so smooth and calming.

“Yeah, it has been... I was supposed to be meeting Shigure here. I didn't expect to see you here.”

“Well the moron I figured he was up to something. The rest of the Sohma’s knew about your arrival today and he asked me to come here to check out something with his finger. When I got here I saw a note he had to take off but he was expecting company and asked me to stay here till they came.” Letting out a sigh you rubbed your face. This was something that Shigure would have done. For years he wanted you both to speak and you wouldn’ be surprised if Ayame had something to do with this as well..

There was a brief silence between you both as both of you looked at one another. “I think I know why we are both here.”

“I do too.” Hatori said he looked around outside thinking Ayame and Shigure and whoever else would be around. “Let's talk inside.”

Both of you entered the home as Hatori closed the door and headed to Shigure's office. “That last time we spoke I’m sorry… I felt like I was responsible for what happened to you,” “It wasn’t your fault… I don’t want you blaming yourself over something there was no control over. We didn’t expect it to happen.” Hatori said “After we talked… it was hard to get you out of my head.. I thought rushing to get married would help me forget you but it didn’t. Deep down I knew it was a bad idea but I went with it still.” Walking towards Hatori your hand reaches you to brush his bangs away from his eye. Your hand slid against his cheek. “I wish I was there to get you through that tough part. I fought with myself wondering if I should come or not, only thinking it would get worse if I came. So I stood away. I didn't want to be the reason for you getting hurt again..”

“I know _____… after the incident, I gave up on love for a while. I didn’t even try, just keeping myself busy with work. But still, you were there, always pondering in the back of my mind. Wondering if you found someone that was gonna make you happy. Shigure and Ayame would keep me updated with you and how you were doing. Seeing some photos you sent made you seemed happy.” “Hatori…” you were gathering what you were going to ask him. “Do you remember the last thing I told you?”

He nodded “I will always love you… is that still true _____?” “I never stopped.”

“The only time I was truly happy that I could remember what was being around you and it was all the time. For you to love someone like me after everything that has happened...I haven't stopped loving you since the beginning.”

The next movement that happened so quickly was when Hatori pulled you into his arms holding you closely. You were anticipating for him to turn into a seahorse but he stood the same, still holding you in his arms. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to hold you in my arms.” Coming out of your state of shock you held him back. It only meant one thing that could have happened: the curse was broken. Even if Shigure stuck his nose where it shouldn’t belong he knew one thing he wanted to happen: he wanted his friends happy. Knowing how you both cared for one another deeply. Hatori could hear the sniffles coming from you. He slightly pulled away his thumb wiping away the tears “No need to cry _______. I’m here now…” his fingers tilting your head up at him he leaned in slightly softly whispering “I don’t plan on letting you go.” leaning more forward the touch of his lips against your felt so unreal words couldn’t describe how wonderful it made you feel. Hatori held you closer closing the gap between you both, his hand resting on the back of your head while the other wrapped around your waist. The built-up passion you both had been suppressing from one another was coming up to the surface and quick. It was a matter of time before you were against the padding cushions of the floor Hatori undoing his jacket placing it on the empty desk beside you both. “Ha-Hatori.”

“Yes?” bringing himself down lower to you. “Should we be doing this here? What if someone shows up?” asked him. “I don’t think they will. Shigure knew well enough…damn him. Did you want to stop?” he asked, you responded shaking your head quickly, and he let a low chuckle out. He leaned into your lips once again, this time deepening the kiss more feeling the tip of his tongue graze your bottom lip. You granted him access and he took no time as his tongue entered your mouth. He didn’t want to hold back anymore and now that it was just the beginning he was just getting started. Hatori undone the top buttons on the dress. The doctor's hands pushed the top of the dress open to expose your breasts. His hands moved to cup them gently, his thumbs brushing over hardened nipples. His lips found your neck, trailing kisses down to your collarbone.

Biting your lip enjoying his lips against your skin. Your fingers ran through his silky hair as you let out a breathy moan. Closing your eyes for that brief moment heightens the feeling of his lip on your body. Hatori made a small sound of pleasure as he felt your fingers running through his hair. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, kissing lower still.

His comment was sincere to you and caused you to blush hard. Your body is being exposed to him. Him seeing you this vulnerable was a bit embarrassing but you couldn’t bring yourself to cover up and ruin this moment between you both. "Hatori.”

"You were always the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Hatori whispered against your skin as undone the rest of your dress, his nose brushing against your panties. Your heart was racing quickly. You made brief eye contact with him. Hatori looked up at you, your eyes meeting for a moment before he returned his attention to your panties. With gentle fingers, he slid them down your legs, revealing your soft, wet folds. He inhaled sharply, the scent of arousal filling his senses. your eyes focused on his next action eager for his next action anticipation was running through your veins.

His gaze locked onto your aroused form how wet you already become. Slowly, he lowered his head, his lips brushing against your folds teasingly before finally his tongue slid between your slits. You felt your legs trembling feeling his tongue between your folds.

"Mmm..," Hatori moaned softly as his tongue slid deep inside of you, tasting you thoroughly. He thrust his tongue inside of you, moving his lips against your folds before sliding back inside, slowly, deeper and deeper.

"oh god," you were biting back the moans but it was hard. Even if someone was around the home they were gonna hear your voice. Your back arched as your tongue explored between your aching lips the sound of him slurping at your throbbing cunt was filling the room. Hatori was savoring every moan coming from you. It was turning him on causing his member to throb inside his slacks.

Hatori groaned softly as he continued to taste you, his tongue sliding in and out of your slick heat as he explored your folds and stimulating your clit with his tongue. Your hand began to explore your own body as you began to massage your breast. "Hatori mmm you're gonna make me cum. I- I don't wanna cum just yet." whimpering at his touch.

"Really now?" a bit of taunting was on his voice, lap at your folds continuously. His fingers found their way between your legs,sliding into you."You're so tight..." his skillful hand began to pump in and out of you.

"Hatori~~~~!" you cried out.

Feeling you starting to get close, Hatori increased his pace, his fingers thrusting faster and deeper inside of you. "Cum for me, ______," he whispered against your folds, his other hand finding its way up to massage one of your breasts. The heat of your body began to increase as your body began to release the blissful sensation that was coming on strongly. The sudden shudder of your body as you climax rushed through your body. You held your breath for a brief moment as the pleasureful ambiance took over you.

"Oh, sweetheart," he slid his fingers out of you coated in your juices. your body was still trembling from your orgasm, raising his body up he finished getting undressed. Bringing himself down. Hatori's lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, "Tell me what you want,______." You felt his body against yours

"For you to claim me, Hatori." your hand cupping his cheeks, your thumbs swiping backs and fourth across his cheeks dropping his head closer to your overwhelming him as he rolled his hips forward, his hard length pressing against your entrance.

"Are you sure, love?" whispering in a soft tone.

"It's all I ever wanted. I give myself to you." With a soft smile, Hatori leaned down and captured your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue danced with yours as his hands slid down your body. The sudden movement of his cock sliding into you made you tense up just a bit as he was stretching you out. Hatori was going gentle as possible a he could feel you clenching around him. "nnnngghhh"

Feeling your tension, Hatori held onto you whispering soothing words that made you relax a bit so it didn’t hurt much. "Let me show you how much I care for you." he gave you a moment before he proceeded to thrust slowly inside of you knowing you needed to adjust to his length. You expected it to be painful considering this was the first time you had done this but when the pain began to subside the thrusting continued to pick up speed. Hatori continued to thrust slowly inside of you, feeling the tightness of your walls grip him. He moaned softly, the head of his cock brushing against your sensitive spots with each thrust...Your fingers intertwined with his and the moans were being muffled as you both locked lips with one another. Each time he pushed deeper, he felt your walls pulse around him. Hatori's body sank into yours, your legs wrapping around his waist. both your lips found one another once more. your arms draping around his neck. His tongue danced together with yours. As Hatori felt the heat between them intensify, he began to pick up the pace even more, his hips slamming into yours in a rhythmic pattern. Letting a slight yelp out. Both of you exchanged sweet words feeling the tension building within you both. "You have always been the one _______" His fingers dug gently into your hips, urging him deeper inside you. ‘This feels so good. I’m not gonna much longer. ’

" Hatori don’t stop nghhh." whimpering as he obliged by your request. Seeing you quiver as he could feel you clenching around him.

"_______" he moaned, his voice strained with pleasure. "I'm close." gritting his teeth

"m-me too” your lowered eyelid expression showed a hazy appearance in them. Seeing your pupils dilated became too intoxicating to him.

Feeling the surge of climax approaching, Hatori couldn't hold back any longer. His thrusts became harder, faster, driving deeper into you. His moans filled the room, echoing off the walls as he found release within you. His pelvis pressed against yours holding the position as his cock began to milk inside of you. His eyes didn't pry from yours not one bit. Even just after the climax, it took you both a minute to regain some form of conciseness, your hand reaching up to him as your thumb slid back and forth against his bottom lip.

Panting heavily, Hatori leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours, his breath hot against your skin. "I will always love you, ________."

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Scoping behind the bushes around his home. They were ready for love story to unfold infant of them. When Shigure and Ayame saw you and Hatori enter the home and close the door. They popped their heads out of the bush. “Aww I was expecting them to just say it all right now confessing their dying love for one another,” Ayame spoke in his theatrical tone.

“Well maybe I would have liked to hear what they had to say to one another, possibly give me ideas for another book I’m doing” Shigure scratched the back of his head. Few minutes of silence they couldn’t hear anything. “Let's get a bit closer and see if we hear them talking.”

As both the men approached the back patio was when they heard something that froze them in their place. You call out Hatori’s name. Doing a quick turn they walked away from the patio. “Are they?” Ayame asked

“Oh yeah.. In my house….” he cleared his throat “Well I guess we can call it the love shack!”

Both he and Ayame gave each other a thumbs up.

#hatori sohma #hatori x reader #fruba x reader #fruba #the witch of one piece #val's writing #enchanted forest #fruits basket x reader #year of the dragon!

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welcomeabyss · 1 year

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Continuation to this post ❤️

Themes: Angst, replaced Mc! Au

When The Stars Didn’t Align Part 2

Lord Diavolo had held a thank you party for the exchange students.

Mc was there by themselves, drinking small sips of their drink, as they watched the brothers and others around her: the woman who had won over their hearts, not too long ago. Mc watched, as she laughed with them. So gently, so genuinely. Not a single sign of an ill intention could be sensed from her, but she still made Mc sick to their stomach.

The brothers had of course given Mc some gifts for this party, maybe simply out of good manners. But it was obvious that Mc hadn’t had been the top of the brothers’ minds, when they were thinking of ways of showing their appreciation: Pressed on the laughing woman’s skin there was a necklace, which Lucifer himself had putten on her. It had a magnificent red stone, in a shape of a heart. Mc felt their throat tighten, so they took another sip.

Soon Mc noticed, him. Mammon was now surprisingly by himself, as the woman had gone to dance with Satan. This is it, Mc thought: This is my chance.

Mc hadn’t told it to anyone, but they had feelings for Mammon. Even though he hadn’t given much attention to them anymore, Mc still had this ever lingering love for him. Now how could Mc just forget the way he used to treat them so specially, ready to do anything to get Mc to stay with him?

Suddenly Mc had this urge to go up to him. Maybe it was because of bravery, a need of closure, perhaps? Or maybe it was simply because they felt desperate, for any kind of attention from their previous number one. They stopped listening to any words of wisdom in their minds, Mc’s legs just started moving on their own.

Their heart was beating so loud, that they could feel their entire body tremble to it. But Mc didn’t care, they couldn’t stay back in the background anymore, not this time.

Mammon looked up to Mc, as he noticed someone approaching him. There it is, Mc thought, as the two had locked eyes for a moment. Mc felt that feeling again that almost ripped them to pieces: a spark of hope.

“Hi”, Mc had simply said. Their eyes didn’t look away from him as if fearing, that if they looked away even for a second, Mammon would have just disappeared. He looked away and responded, bluntly. But the flame of hope was still there.

Before Mc could do anything. Before they could give him the simplest smile, ask him how he’s doing. Before they could ask him out to dance, or anything, his face hardened. His eyes became cold, as he now had brought them back to look at Mc. The edges of his mouth tightened just by a little, his eyelids lowered, not even by an inch. Mc thought to themselves: He isn’t feeling this same spark is he? No, he is trying to suffocate mine.

“What do you want?” Mammon had asked. If Mc didn’t know any better, they could have interpreted his reaction as him having been simply busy or irritated by something unrelated to them. It didn’t matter was their intuition right or wrong, because Mc could almost touch it. His indifference towards them.

Mc’s heart sank. The fire that was burning before, had now created a gaping hole in their chest. As the happy memories of the past were racing on their minds, Mc realized that all of their fears had been real this whole time. They couldn’t do anything else, but put their hand on their chest, as if it was their only way to keep themselves protected from the eating hurt in their heart.

Mc turned around and started instinctively walk away. They couldn’t hear anything, think of anything. They couldn’t even notice the sudden burning sensation on their eyes, as the tears that had waited so patiently, had finally started to let themselves free.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me replaced mc au #obey me angst #obey me mc

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kit-walk3r · 11 months

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My Kyle (Kyle Spencer x fem!reader) (Together Not Forever alternate ending)

Maybe you don’t have to learn to let Kyle go after all

Warnings: none

Part 1 Part 2

Note: here’s the alternate ending to Together Not Forever! I’m pretty happy with this so I hope you like it 💗

“Y/N. She’s leaving,” Zoe repeated. “She’s moving back home to be with her family.”

“Oh,” Kyle looked down. He felt a wave of sadness but also a sense of… relief. If you left then that allowed him to resist the temptation to find you and put you in any danger by being in his company. It would also set you free, away from him.

“Oh? That’s all you can say?” Zoe scoffed.

“Maybe it’s better this way,” Kyle shrugged. “She can get over me and I can get over her.”

“Kyle, you’re miserable without each other. This is your chance to be happy again.” Zoe insisted.

Kyle shook his head. “I made my choice, Zoe. I can’t be near her anymore.”

“How are you going to give yourself any closure?” Zoe asked. She sat down next to Kyle. “You need to think about yourself as well. Kyle, you said she was the love of your life. Are you really going to let her go without getting your own goodbye?”

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It was your final shift at the diner before you moved back home to your family. “Someone’s asking for you,” your boss said, pointing to the door that led to the main diner.

“Who?” You asked.

Your boss shrugged. “Some brown haired girl.”

Brown haired girl? Zoe.

You nodded in thanks, before heading out onto the floor. There Zoe was, awkwardly standing next to the door waiting for you.

“Zoe?” You walked over to her and she smiled before greeting you. “What are you doing here?” The two of you had already said goodbye.

“I’m so glad I caught you,” Zoe said. “I’ve got something I need to show you. When do you finish your shift?”

You checked your watch. “In about a half hour,” you answered. “Why? What do you need to show me?”

“It’s a surprise,” She smiled.

“Okay…” You said, confused. “Well, if you let me know where it is I can come meet you once my shift’s over.”

“It’s no bother,” Zoe shrugged. “I can just hang here until you finish. It’s probably easier for me to drive you, anyway.”

You nodded. “Well, if you take a seat over there I can bring you over a milkshake or something.” You motioned towards one of the empty booths.

Zoe took a seat as you walked back to the kitchen, confused and intrigued about what her surprise was.

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Once your shift was over you said your goodbyes to your friends and co-workers before grabbing your bag and heading out to meet Zoe. She was still sitting at the same booth, and got up when she saw you walking towards her.

“Ready to go?” She asked and you nodded.

The two of you headed out to her car which was parked just outside. It was sleek and black, much nicer than anything you could afford. You marvelled at the vehicle for a moment before getting the passenger side, waiting for Zoe to start the car.

“Any hints on what this ‘surprise’ is?” You asked as she started the drive to wherever the destination was. Your interest in whatever Zoe had to show you had peaked now you were on your way.

“Let’s just say I know you’re gonna love it,” Zoe teased, eyes on the road. She was grinning, and you wondered what could be so special for her to look so excited about something for you. You hummed in response and looked out the window at the world passing by for the remainder of the drive.

You weren’t in the car for long before you pulled up to a large pillared white house, surrounded by a black iron gate. Your eyes widened at the majestic sight. It was beautiful.

“Here we are,” Zoe said. She got out of the car and you quickly followed.

“Do you live here?” You asked curiously as Zoe opened the gate, ushering you inside.

She nodded. “For almost a year. It’s a pretty cool place, right?”

You hummed in agreement. She let the two of you into the house and you couldn’t help but gasp at the grandness of the interior. “This is beautiful,” you remarked, taking in the white walls and the chandeliers and grand staircase.

“Come on, your surprise is upstairs,” Zoe smiled and the two of you walked up the spiral staircase, still overwhelmed by the sight. This was a whole lot nicer than the dingy college dorm you lived in.

Zoe led you along a long hallway until you reached the final door on the one, pure white like everything else in this place. She knocked twice before opening the door. “Go inside,” her smile turned into a grin and she pushed open the door for you to enter.

It was quite a sparse room, with very little to no decoration and a bed and nightstand being the only pieces of furniture, asides a small chair in the other corner of the room, yet it still kept up the grand aesthetic the rest of the house you had seen shared.

A figure sat on the bed. He wore a black jumper, contrasting highly with the white surroundings and making him immediately noticeable to your eye. He was sitting with his back to you, but you still noticed the shaggy head of blonde hair that was oh so familiar. Too familiar.

The creek of the floorboards underneath your feet caught his attention and he slowly turned around to see you.

Kyle.

Your Kyle.

You froze in your place, unblinking, as you took in the sight in front of you. No, it couldn’t be. Kyle was dead, long dead. You’d just about come to terms with it now. This couldn’t be happening.

Kyle was still too, and the both of you spent what felt like forever just staring at each other, taking in the fact that you were in each other’s presence again. You felt as if you could hardly breathe. It felt like a dream. Surely this was a dream?

The trance the two of you were in was broken when Kyle uttered your name. That was his voice, Kyle’s voice. Just the sound of it brought tears to your eyes and you felt one slowly roll down your cheek.

“Kyle?” Your voice was barely above a whisper. This had to be a dream, and you wanted to wake up. This wasn’t fair. This would only cause her more pain when she inevitably awoke.

Kyle spoke your name again and stood up from the bed, yet you stayed frozen. You couldn’t bring yourself to move, afraid that if you even took one step all of this would wash away, as if your memory of Kyle would wash away.

He slowly walked towards you as you felt yourself continue to cry. You still felt unable to move and as Kyle inched closer your heart began to beat faster and faster. Your body felt hot, your hands slightly shaking. Was this real? Was this reality?

You felt the gentlest touch on your cheek. Kyle wiped away the tears staining your cheek, even though tears were glistening in his own eyes. Here he was, standing right in front of you and you took him all in. You noticed the scar that ran across one of his cheeks. Just above the collar of his shirt you could see another scar, circling his whole neck, that looked pretty deep. His hair was a mess, not neat and tidy how he usually liked to keep it, and you were pretty sure he was taller than you remembered. He looked different, but he was still Kyle.

The two of you locked eyes, and you acknowledged that you were now both crying. Your own hand mirrored Kyle’s and you reached out to clean his own cheek of tears. The skin under your finger was warm and you gently ran your thumb over the slightly rough texture of his scar. He was still Kyle.

Through the tears you noticed something in Kyle’s eyes, the familiar twinkle you always saw when he was smiling and laughing with you. And that was when you couldn’t control yourself anymore and you jumped at him, wrapping your arms around him tightly and pressing your face into his neck in the tightest embrace you had ever given him. He held you back just as tightly and you felt him press a kiss to the side of your head like he always used to. This was real, Kyle was real, and you couldn’t believe that you were lucky enough to have another chance with him.

“Kyle,” you cried into him, your tears non-stop flowing. “My Kyle.”

- - -

Outside, Zoe smiled as she watched the two of you embrace before quietly shutting the door and allowing you to have your loving moment of happiness and bliss.

•———•

Kyle and the reader finally got their happy ending! I’m really happy with how the alternate ending turned out and I hope it satisfied people who wanted a happy ending. I may have one or two ideas for a couple more fics in this series based on this alternate ending if anyone is interested.

Also, remember my requests are open!

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adventuringblind · 9 months

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If you’re still taking requests can you write something where you meet Lando at a club during a race week, like the club id in your hometown and he’s there for the race, and he never finds you after that weekend, and like the only thing he has I a picture you took on his phone with him but he really wants to find you and he goes back to that club the next year during the race to try and find you, idk if I explained well but is this thing we’re you meet someone and have that instant pull but never see each other and when you finaly find each other it’s mike an instant click again

Cinderella

Lando Norris X Reader

Genre: Fluffy stuffs

Request: yesssss I love this idea! My requests are still open! Send me ideas it's my favorite thing to hear them

Warnings: It's titled Cinderella... toxic family behaviors, also not proofread because that’s hard and I’m not getting paid for this

Notes: written in third person. I think my new goal is to make a fairytale version for each driver. So of y'all want to see more of this please let me know and if you have any pairing ideas I'd be happy to hear them.

So I'm not sure about how other countries do their addresses. I am from the US and am basing the address format off of that. Apologies if there is any confusion 😅

Masterlist

He didn't believe love at first sight could be possible. It didn't make any sense. But as Lando laid his eyes on her, somehow he just knew.

Maybe it was her smile from across the bar at him. Maybe it was the alcohol that made his confidence go up. Maybe it was the way she laughed at all his antics and jokes. He didn't know, but he was sure he'd never felt more comfortable than with this stranger.

They talked the entire night. They danced until their legs gave out. Then they parted ways.

It was the next morning he realized he didn't get her number. The devastation hitting him like a truck.

Everyone around Lando tried to get to the bottom of his depressed state. Nobody could figure out why he stared at the same picture everyday for over a month.

That stupid selfie he took of the two. He tried everything he knew to find her. Using that picture as his guide. He tried searching her name on socials, but either her account was private or she didn't have any.

Maybe he was imagining everything. She was a ghost, and he was officially crazy.

Lando. The attractive male she met at the bar. How had one man done so much to her in one night?

She'd purposely not left him with her contact information. Her family was difficult when it came to privacy.

She wanted to go find him. However, she had already gotten herself in trouble for going to the bar in the first place.

Her stepmother and adoptive sisters made it a point to make her life difficult.x she didn't need to be dragging her relationship through the mud like that.

So why couldn't she stop thinking about him? Was it the way he was so gentle with her when they danced? Was it how his smile and laugh lit up the entire vicinity? How he was impressively respectful? She didn't know, but she felt more at home with a stranger then at her actually home.

It felt ridiculous to be moping over him. She'd never see him again, and he probably wasn't thinking about her. Yet she couldn't stop herself from letting her thoughts drift back to the Brit and his lovely eyes.

It had been a year, but Lando never stopped looking.

He'd been on some dates. His friends were tired of him playing detective. They'd tried to help him find her, then resorted to helping him move on from this mysterious and elusive female.

However, Lando Norris was determined. He would go door to door if he had to.

Is this determined state, he dragged Max out to the bar where he met her. Exactly a year later.

Max sighed in exasperation but indulged his friend nonetheless. He wanted to help him get some closure, if anything. Lando reluctantly agreed. If she wasn't here, then he would move on from it.

He waited at the bar. His eyes scan the crowds of people for and sign of that familiarity he had once before.

Max did his best to help. The picture is not giving him much to go off.

But it was her that spotted them first.

Lando was out of his seat in an instant. His body moves faster than his brain. He wasn't thinking properly.

When his lips landed on hers, everything fell into place. He didn't care if she didn't remember. He needed this for himself, and then he could move on.

He was shocked when she kissed him back. She gripped his shoulders while he let his arms wrap around her. As if one would dissapear if the other let go.

"You found me." She said breathless as they pulled away from eachother.

It was the one weekend she had the house to herself. The rest of her family went on some sort of vacation. They never invited her. Something about it being relatives only.

She didn't care, though. Her friends would be showing up any minute to whisk her away for a night out.

It had been a year since a stranger stole her world. She doubted she would see him there. The odds of it unlikely.

When they arrived, she quickly made her way to the bar. Her mind is ready to let loose for the night.

Then she laid eyes on him. The man who shed been thinking about for the last year.

She thought she might be seeing things. Willing him to be there in front of her. Her careful steps forward only make her more nervous.

She was received when he came to her. The kiss he placed on her lips, sending her body into shock.

Yet she embraced it because he felt like home.

It was almost midnight, and the two had spent the majority just talking. Dancing in between conversations.

She was pulling out her phone when she saw she had an unread message. She was going to get his number this time, but the distraction of the text sent her mind into a tizzy.

There was an emergency, so we're on the next flight home.

It was from one of her stepsisters. The panic set in faster than anything, and instead of her number, she pulled out a pen and reached for a napkin. Her hand frantically scribbled her address.

"Come find me."

She slid the napkin to Lando. Then ran off with one of her friends. Leaving the male in confusion.

Technically speaking, Max didn't have to be here. But driving around and knocking on stranger doors didn't seem like something he should let his friend do alone

Lando, on the other hand, had thrown caution to the wind. He was practically shaking in excitement.

Though he was a bit frustrated that this was taking ao long. He had an entire address except for the last number on the house. Meaning he had to knock on every door in the area until he found the right one.

The next door was opened by an older looking woman. She looked angry at him even though he hadn't done anything yet.

He cleared his throat and went into his explanation. "Hello, I'm looking for a girl, she gave me her adress but left out the last number and so I was wondering if maybe she lives here?" He explains, holding up his phone to show her the picture.

"No. I don't know her... but maybe one of my other daughters does." She changed her tone immediately upon really looking at Lando. "Would you mind coming inside and maybe we can help?"

Lando was skeptical. He didn't know what to do. Max took that as his cue to also get out of the car and join him.

The woman motioned the two to follow her. The door closing loudly behind them. Lando wanted to cringe at the smell. Strong perfume singed inside his nose.

The two males followed her into the dining room and gestured for them to have a seat. Then scurried off to find her daughter's.

She reappeared a few minutes later with two younger women. Definitely not ones he was looking for.

It felt more like they were being shown off than helping. Both of them batting their eyelashes at him and Max

They were going over who lived in each house he hadn't been to yet. How maybe he had the wrong address. How they should stay for dinner that night.

Lando felt uncomfortable. Thankful Max was politely turning away each unwanted advance.

"I hate to ask, but we've been driving around all day, can I please use your restroom?"

One of the younger females showed him down the hall. Brushing her hand up against his at every given opportunity.

He felt relieved to be away from the situation. He didn't actually need to use the bathroom. He just needed a break. He leaned against the counter. Preparing himself to figure out how he was going to find her now.

Then he heard it. Muffled shouts from further down the hall.

He quietly excited the bathroom and tiptoes his way towards the muffled panicked shouts.

"Lando! I'm here!" Came a familiar voice. "Please, they locked me inside."

Lando tried the doorknob. Obviously, it didn't work. So he tapped the door. "Is there a window you can get through?" He whispered to the door. He could hear her sigh in relief at hearing his voice.

"Yes, but their is a drop-off. It's almost 13 feet up."

Lando was not going to let all his searching go to waste. So he came up with a plan.

Max was making his best attempt at polite conversation when Lando practally dragged him out. "There's been an emergency, and we're needed back at the hotel."

Max waved goodbye and thanked them for their time. Leaving the three strange women in a state of shock and confusion.

When they got in the car, Max was ready to lecture him. However, Lando beat him to it with an explanation.

"She's there. They locked her in her room. Since it's an older house, we need a key to unlock it. So I'm coming back tonight to help her leave through her window."

Max was at a loss for words. Again, feeling the need to help Lando in his quest for love.

"Okay. When do we start?"

They came back when it was dark. Parking the car one street away so they wouldn't be spotted.

It was an ungodly hour in the morning. Yet the young woman had never felt more energized.

She hastily scribbled a note to her family. Not about where she was going, just that she was leaving and didn't want them to look for her. Not that they would.

She'd packed a bag of her belongings. Small things she couldn't replace and the necessities. Lando had laughed when she panicked about what to bring with her. Making her a promise that if she stayed with him, he would take care of her. The girls anxiety settled after that.

She'd managed to pop out the screen of the window. Peeking her head outside to see if anyone was around. The drop wasn't terrible. 12 and a half feet wouldn't do that much damage if she landed it right.

At least, that's what she was telling herself.

Ten minutes later, Lando was shining a light in her window. A rope in his hands and Max at his side. She'd briefly met the Dutch at the bar.

Lando tossed up one end of a rope to her. It almost hit her face because she wasn't expecting it.

She secured it tightly to the door handle. Then sat at in the window. Her legs dangling, hands clutching the rope.

"I'll catch if you fall, I promise." Lando encourages. Making her feel a little better.

She breathes deeply and starts her descent before she can think about it any longer. Using the rope to slow down her fall as gravity does its job. Her hands were burning when she felt the ground touch her feet. Her knees buckling with the sudden weight.

Lando was immediately pulling her into himself. Kissing her red hands.

Then they went back to the car.

It was a crazy idea. The existence of true love. But they say true love always finds you. And as the two strangers, tied together by a red string, they realized it was true.

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butterflies — part three.

pairing: rafe cameron x female reader

summary: after returning home from college for the summer, y/n runs into rafe cameron and the two form an unlikely relationship.

word count: 2043

a/n: little bit of a longer chapter, but i am having so much fun with this series! let me know what u think in the comments or my ask box :) masterlist.

You couldn’t believe what you were looking at on your phone screen.

Incoming call… Dylan.

Was your ex seriously calling you now, two months after the breakup? Weeks after you had begun spending nearly every single day with Rafe Cameron?

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Rafe asked, sensing the anxiety coming from your body.

You two were sitting in his car on a particularly hot day trying to cool down when the sound of your ringtone interrupted the comfortable silence.

“It- it’s Dylan,” you responded, voice shaking.

“Dylan? Like Dylan, Dylan? Dylan, your ex?”

“Yeah, yeah. Like my ex, Dylan. What do I do?”

“Don’t pick up. Nothing he says can be good.”

Even though you were the one to break up with him, you admittedly had moments where you found yourself close to pressing on his contact in your phone and apologizing. Part of you wanted to make amends, the other part of you was screaming to move on.

Rafe agreed with this other part of you. After you had told him specific details from your relationship and how he treated you, he wanted you far away from him.

You two continued to sit in silence as you stared at your phone and waited for it to go to voicemail.

“Do you think he’s leaving a message?” you asked.

“Who cares? Come on, let’s go get dinner somewhere.”

You hesitatingly agreed, but as you pulled into the drive-thru of a local burger joint, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed at the lack of a notification alerting you that Dylan had left you a voicemail.

I care, you thought. I care if he still cares about me. I loved him.

—

Rafe dropped you off at your house a little after 11 pm. You waved him off and started to head inside.

You walked upstairs to your bedroom, ready to take a shower and settle in for the night.

However, as you were about to turn on the water, the familiar sound of your ringtone broke the silence for the second time that day.

You looked down at your screen, heartbeat picking up at the words.

Incoming call… Dylan.

What do you do? Rafe had made it very clear he didn’t like the guy. But this guy was the same person you had spent the last year and a half with. Maybe he deserved some closure after you had left him so abruptly?

Suddenly, all of the bad things he had done to you were irrelevant. You couldn’t seem to remember why you were unhappy with him in the first place.

So, you told yourself it must have been muscle memory that you hit the accept button and pressed your phone to your ear, eager to hear a familiar voice.

“Y/N?” he said.

“Dylan?”

“I didn’t think you would pick up.”

“I didn’t think I would either. What’s going on?”

“I just… uhm.” You heard him cough on the other side. “I just wanted to see how you were doing, that's all.”

“Oh.” Rafe would kill me if he knew I was talking to you right now. “I’m alright, how’s your summer going?”

“Good, good. Pretty boring, actually.”

You sighed. He was never a good communicator. Rafe was always straight to the point. You liked that about him.

“Dylan, what do you want?”

“What, I can’t call my ex and ask her how she’s doing without having an ulterior motive?”

You could tell he said that as an attempt to lighten the mood, but you were in no such state to joke around with him.

“No, not really, considering we didn’t end on the best terms.”

He was silent for a moment.

“Okay, fine. I was thinking we should get back together— and before you interrupt me and say no, hear me out.”

“Dylan, are you serious right now?”

“I said, hear me out! You said you broke up with me because I was too attached to you, right? I was too codependent or something?”

When you didn’t respond right away, he continued.

“Well, I think I can be better now. Now that I’m back at home, I’m a different person. I think school was just making me stressed and I feel like I wasn’t in the right state of mind to be in a relationship.”

“What happens when we go back to school then? You’ll go back to your old ways?”

“No, Y/N. I know better now. Look, I’ve realized what I lost, okay? I’m not stupid, I know how lucky I was to have you. I know that I wasn’t the perfect boyfriend, but please, give me another chance. I promise I will be better.”

Again, you were silent.

“Y/N?” he said after a while. “You still there?”

“Yeah, yeah. I just… don’t know what to say. I mean, I broke up with you, why would you want to get back together? I thought you would hate me or something.”

“I could never hate you, love. You know that.”

Shit. That name always worked on you.

“Can you just give me some time to think about it?”

“Yes, yes of course,” he said, relief evident in his tone. “I love you, Y/N. You don’t have to say it back or anything, but I do. I always have.”

After you hung up, you allowed your body to crash onto your bed.

Oh my god, what am I doing? Am I seriously considering getting back together with my shitty ex-boyfriend? He can’t be serious about trying again?

On the other hand, you didn’t feel like there were many options for you. Clearly, your fling with Rafe was not going to end up in a committed relationship before the end of the summer. And back at school, well, you felt very insecure.

Dylan was your only chance at any sort of social life at Duke. Without him, you would probably be in your dorm room every night watching shitty romcoms and eating takeout. Being with Dylan made you feel special, he made you feel seen.

You remember how hard it was to make friends when you started college. How you found yourself struggling to keep up with frat parties and sorority recruitments, always feeling one step behind everyone else.

What would life be like when you got back to school in the fall? You were ashamed to realize that many of your friends were Dylan’s first, and none of them had hesitated to take his side in the breakup.

And he did say that he loved you. No one outside of your family had ever said that to you, let alone show you any form of affection. All throughout high school you watched as all of your friends began dating people, wondering where you went wrong. Were you not deserving of love as well?

Dylan was the first person to make you feel loved and supported.

Oh god, I fucked up, didn’t I? I ruined the one real thing I’ve ever known.

—

Hey, wanna hang out today?

You were typing a response to Rafe’s text when you heard the doorbell ring.

“Surprise!”

“Rafe? What are you doing? My birthday already passed!”

“Y/N, I know when your birthday is. Today is another special day, and I’m surprised you don’t know it.”

You racked your brain for all the possibilities: birthdays, anniversaries, holidays…

“Oh god, it isn’t your birthday, is it?”

“No, it is not. But that makes me sad you don’t know my birthday.”

“Rafe, please just tell me what day it is.”

“Why, Y/N, it is July 17th. It has been exactly three months since you broke up with that pathetic excuse of a man.”

“Oh, oh wow.”

“I know, right? Time moves fast when you’re single and thriving! Look, I even got you a little cake.”

He presented you with a mini cake decorated with yellow flowers that read Congratulations! in blue icing.

“I couldn’t find one that said ‘Congratulations on being single!’ at the grocery store so I settled on this one. They really need to start expanding their selection,” he said.

“Rafe, I don’t even know what to say.”

If not for last night, you would have been swooning over this gesture. It was quite literally one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for you.

However, last night did happen and you felt awful. Here was wonderful and caring Rafe Cameron at your doorstep presenting you with a cake for breaking up with your shitty ex, and now you had to tell him you had decided to get back together with said shitty ex.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?”

Rafe was always so good at sensing when you’re off. You hated that about him. Dylan could never read your feelings, and maybe it was because you didn’t want him to.

“I’m sorry, is this too much? Am I overstepping? I thought it would be a fun little thing to do, but—” Rafe was beginning another one of his apology spirals and you weren’t going to let him continue.

“No, please. This is amazing of you and I genuinely appreciate it so much. I appreciate you, so much. I’m so grateful for our friendship…”

“But?” Again, he could tell that something was wrong.

“But, I’ve decided that I’m going to get back together with Dylan.”

Now, he was speechless.

You continued, “He called again last night. We talked, and he said that he’s going to try and be a better boyfriend. He’s had some time to reflect this summer, and he really loves me, and I don’t know I…”

Now it was Rafe’s turn to interrupt you.

“You really believe that?”

“What?”

“You really believe that he’s going to be better? That he’s going to be any different from how he was to you last year?”

Rafe Cameron, always straight to the point.

The thing about being straight to the point is that it sometimes feels like a shot to the heart.

“I’m not naive. Or stupid,” you said, anger growing in your voice. “Yes, I really do believe him. Because I know him, and I know he loves me and I’m sorry if that’s so hard for you to believe, that I can be loved, but it’s true!”

“Y/N- that is not what I was implying at all.”

“Then what were you implying?”

“I just mean,” he sighed. “I know guys like Dylan. They don’t change, ever. They talk a lot of shit but their actions stay the same. You deserve someone so much better.”

You scoffed, “Don’t you see? There is no one better! No one else is going to want me or love me the way he does! Before him, no one ever looked at me! I was invisible!”

Rafe’s face was beginning to break. His facade was cracking.

“You call how he treated you love? Y/N, he wouldn’t let you go anywhere without him! He pushed you away from all your friends and family, and now, now he’s manipulating you into getting back together with him!”

Tears were beginning to stream down your face now, but you didn’t care. You never wanted to see Rafe again. He made you feel like a little girl again, someone who couldn’t make her own decisions or take care of herself. He had diminished your feelings and cast them aside, for what? Because he didn’t like Dylan?

Well, he didn’t know Dylan like you did.

“Can you please just leave?” you finally asked.

Rafe Cameron always knew when to stop pushing. “Y/N, I just want you to take some time to think about this. Text or call me tonight, okay?”

You nodded silently, having already made up your mind.

—

Surely, they are just friends. Rafe would never do anything to jeopardize his relationship with Y/N. She has come to mean the world to him, and losing her would be like trying to breathe without air.

As he walked off from her house that morning, frustrated at himself and at the world, he thought I care, I care about you so much, I might even care about you more than you care about me.

Then, I wish I could tell you.

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prettyboysdontlookatexplosions · 4 months

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thank you for your work in the Taylor Swift trenches, i find her so psychologically fascinating. i think i remember you enjoying 1d back in the day so i’m curious what you think about harry styles seemingly being the one bf she feels lingering nostalgia for after all this time

so glad you asked. my deepest belief about her and harry is that they have an understanding about each other as people whose incredible gift beyond any question of artistry or musicianship or creativity or stage presence is simply being preternaturally good at being famous and navigating the waters of fame. they go about it in different ways but their kinship on this matter transcends trivial surface matters of style (heh). i think they spent the whole time watching each other’s post-haylor PR shenanigans and embodying the concept of game recognize game. so if she has actual nostalgia for him as opposed to merely being on good terms (which i think she is with the werewolf kid these days too, and the jonas brother till she sided with his ex in the divorce) i think it’s because that kind of mindmeld can’t be easy to find when you are in possession of such a rare gift. it’s like sherlock and moriarty on elementary, you know? he’ll never go back, but god, what it meant once to be understood!

also i’m too lazy to find it now but during the 1989 press cycle she def did an interview where she alluded to some of the songs being about “a relationship” that was like, so off and on that it was the kind of relationship where at your wedding some part of you would wait for them to interrupt…. ok i typed that out and was like, did she really say it like that or am i projecting? but yeah she did. her little wink wink “i never have to name names :)” in there is so funny too because in another 1989 press interview when asked about “style” she said “we should have just called it ‘i’m not even sorry.’” people cry “unhinged behavior” when she writes songs about dudes NO! this right here is the true derangement of taylor! this is the same interview where she’s like “bad blood is about this woman celebrity who was always super weird to me and then tried to sabotage a tour by hiring everyone away from me” which she years later retconned to be like “i said it was about a friend and i can sleep at night knowing i never pointed fingers at anyone :)” lolololololol.

sorry i got distracted by her serial killer antics. anyway. so there is some relationship where she never had a real sense of closure, and like maybe she still feels this way about this person 9 years later - sounds bonkers but It’s Taylor - but equally probably i think she just finds the narrative of the one that got away to be romantic and dramatic in a way that is compelling to return to artistically.

my other insane haylor conspiracy theory i don’t really believe is that they are true blue PR4PR soulmates (see above) and while i think they probably wrote some stuff about each other i also would not be surprised if they have a mutual agreement that it’s cool to use each other as a misdirect to write about other people while hiding in plain sight. when one direction taylor swifted taylor swift with “perfect” young harold DID say “if you’re looking for someone to write your break-up songs about…” this would align perhaps with the whole matty healy Situation which who knows what ever happened there but which i do kinda think she was planning to Launch as a the-one-that-got-away-returned-to-me type narrative based on their shenanigans this summer (mouthing “this is for you you know who you are i love you” in concerts a few days apart). oh my god i have spent soooo much mental energy on this woman this year but it was just so funny how 36 hours after the break-up was official she was like “remember how i spent six years talking about how much i love being private and hiding my real life away? well i fuckin LIED.” anyway. so there’s a part of me that’s like, well taylor knows if she puts green eyes in a song everyone will go “harry” and that’ll be that and harry won’t mind because game recognize game. and this will always work because they never go out of—[forcibly dragged offstage because of giant cartoon hook]

#askbox

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prince-kallisto · 2 months

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wait i should clarify im really am glad idia is back on spotlight✨✨✨ but i shall tell how the birbman soared our hopes too high for his presence once again with his card and battle event only to burn it like Icarus's wings 💥 HOW LONG IS HE GOING TO SLEEP BRUH.... he shall know my anguish RAHHHH ✨✨✨

Lian…you see the vision with Crowley and Icarus that I constantly envision in my fantasy animatics in my head NAJCJDJDJXJZND 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I completely agree!! This was a very needed and honestly beautiful update for the Shrouds- I think it provided a lot of closure in a sense and the background information we needed before we can get back on track to the *main* main story 👀 So even if there’s a sense of impatience because the update was so short haha, I feel like TWST is really about to go full speed ahead with a generous update next! 👀 or maybe I’m still coping lol…

ANYWAY YES IM ABOUT TO FIGHT CROWLEY WITH YOU 😭😭😭😭 PINCHING THIS OLD MAN AWAKE RN

#kallistopost #ask kallisto

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avatarmerida · 4 months

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How could Trolls 3 have been better?

Thank you for genuinely asking anon 💖💖

(spoilers for Trolls 3/Band Together below obvi)

First of all: I ended up loving Viva and her story/explanation of how she got separated and how she retained her similarities to Poppy while having a very Branch like quality at the same time. I wish somehow that her reveal could have been a surprise but I get we have to let everyone know Camila Cabello is in the movie. So Poppy’s desire for a sister/sibling totally fits her character but her saying it the way she did just felt soooo lazy. I think it would’ve made so much more sense to reveal that Bridget had sister who were coming in for the wedding and that gets Poppy a little jealous. Especially if they had like stepsister vibes since in Trolls 1 Bridget had big Cinderella parallels so it would’ve been cool to see that continue. And they’ll have inside jokes and things sisters have and yeah Poppy is maid of honor but she’s still a little jealous and it sparks this conversation of having a family. Because when she said not having a sister is something she had been coming to terms with recently I’m like show not tell bruh.

Also the lack of World Tour peeps was sad

The movie should have opened with the wedding and have us learn more about the band through flashbacks because it felt very long and repetitive but maybe it’s because the trailers all had the same opening clip. I think it would’ve made John showing up at the wedding a bigger surprise and also he should have waited until the reception because wtf was up with everyone watching him just crash the wedding for 5 minutes????

The songs. Sooooo many missed opportunities. I knew this film was gonna have “We are family” but it was way too early on and felt totally out of place without having any “sisters” at the moment. Also “Crazy in Love” is the most Bridget/Gristle song out there and describes a wedding way more.

Not having “ME!” by Taylor Swift felt criminal because it is the most Broppy song. We could’ve had this and the boy band tributes but we kept getting robbed.

I feel like we needed more build up for Branch’s relationship with his brothers like it would’ve been cool to see it from Poppy’s perspective like seeing Poppy at a concert almost too little to understand what’s happening (because I think it’s established that she’s a tad bit younger than Branch but I’m still confused about if Branch escaped with the other Trolls from the tree or if he went straight to the village from wherever his family was). Because also Viva remembers Poppy so she’s obviously fairly older so it would’ve been sweet to see like Poppy piecing together a memory realizing that so much that she loves is stuff Viva introduced her too especially since on of Branch’s brothers is working with her to help her little village.

But also the stakes weren’t high enough to explain why none of them checked in on their baby brother after all those years? Like he was a literal baby? I feel like the reason they broke up was mid, I think it would’ve been nice to show like there was a time that they had a reunion planned and no one showed up which increased Branch’s bitterness and then they could explain it was a misunderstanding because like I’m sorry he was a literal baby and they all just left him and never tried to go back??? They should have had them break up because they all vowed to never sing again because it attracted bergans like even when they didn’t sing the sight of them made all the trolls feral that they broke up and gave up signing for the safety of others.

Velvet and Veneer: no notes. Icons. I wanted more. But what was the purpose of Fringe if she got no closure or resolution or redemption? She was so cute, tell me more about her plsssss

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk

#trolls #trolls 3 #ask #anon

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Things I was thinking of last night.

It’s hard to visit the grave of a whaleman. One whose bones rest beside the countless old leviathans he and his kin sunk, where now-rotted whale lines connect them in a twin tragedy.

It’s hard to visit the grave of a whaleman buried on a desolate stretch of sand. It didn’t feel right to sew him up in canvas and sink him in the Pacific with a bag of brick round his ankles. Not when there’s proper land on the horizon…no matter how thin and empty that bit of land may be, where he’ll be attended only by the wheeling birds who never needed to fear the unknown that was ‘man’. Gouge his name on a wooden board that will bleach into oblivion as the sea rolls on. Sometimes another whaleship will lay off here, sending a boat’s crew ashore for water, for eggs, for those all-too-fearless birds as a brief respite from salt junk. Maybe one of those men—a stranger on one hand and a whaler on the other—will pause at that somber plank before it’s taken by the sand. He’ll wonder if there was anyone who mourned him, and if there’s anyone who will mourn them all. But over the years those ships stop coming too. The fleet will be filled with stone and sunk to choke the mouth of Charleston Harbor. It’ll be crushed in pack ice and each freezing crew will strike their flags and give the endeavor up to the Arctic. This hungry American industry will burn through itself, and find a new one sixty-nine feet below ground in Titusville. One that’s even hungrier, bloodier, and will come to set the world on fire.

Cenotaphs raised at the Seamen’s Bethel try to make it easier to visit the graves of whalemen. Their last moments are carved into something real and solid to make sense of what happened in a distant ocean. He fell from aloft, he drowned, he died of his wounds, he was taken by consumption. Captains, mates, entire crews, boys in their 18th year of age. The dark letters try to offer closure and certainty for a death that was anything but. Did he truly drown, are they sure it was him, are they sure?

In Paita there is a whaler’s cemetery where a part of the cliffside once fell into the sea. Longboats come to deposit the dead. The consul calls it Cabo Tranquilo, but no one knows or remembers that name now. And the graves are too shallow, the sand is too soft, and the wind sometimes comes to bare them to the sea and the animals. Five miles south the life they departed carries on, too far away for reflection or remembrance and too caught up in the continuation of the voyage. Ships loll in the harbor. Recruits of both provisions and men come aboard. Public houses open their doors to a transient but constant clientele and serve sensations to those still lucky enough to be living that day.

It’s hard to visit the grave of a whaleman when it’s not a grave at all, but a small clipping in a Honolulu newspaper. There are letters waiting for him with the chaplain, delivered there on the off chance his ship comes to this harbor. How long does the chaplain or post hold onto those letters as they warp and yellow, as it becomes clear that their intended party is no longer here to receive them?

“Late twenties, twenty-eight?” I say, half dreaming. “I think I was twenty-eight. I was…older.”

“That’s still quite young,” the facilitator says.

I laugh, and I’m not sure how much of that laugh is mine: wry and one hundred seventy years old, threaded with that fine-honed gallows humor you had to have in order to keep existing in that world. That world that was inseparably your hardship and—more importantly—your home.

“No such thing as an old whaleman,” I say. “You either leave it young or die in it young.”

I find their graves in the coffin of a whaleboat angled beneath the curated bones of a sperm whale that died on a beach in 1998. They’re presided over by casual onlookers following the flow of the exhibit in the twenty minutes they choose to spare between ice cream and the Ralph Lauren store, not really seeing it. Not stopping to think of the pull of the long oars. Of the burning hiss of the line running past one’s side fast enough to tear flesh from bone if given the chance. Of a sea churned purple.

I find their graves in the careful diamonds and hearts and stars they punch out of a strip of bone to make a busk or needle case, a craft they turn in their hands during the doldrums, made for some far sweet memory living ashore.

I find it in the delicate drawings of ships and seabirds and islands observed from the bulwarks. He leans his elbows there and sketches what’s before him. He catches the living sweep of a wave or the bend of a tree pushed by a wind those two centuries before.

I find them in every note left in the margins of a battered journal. They ask its quiet pages ‘do they spare a thought for me, does anyone spare a thought for me today?’

I spare a hundred thoughts for all those lonely places, all those ink smeared pages. I find a memorial in the words of lost men that ring against my own bones and fill my chest like seawater as I sit safe and dry on land, as I weep at whalesong and the ruin we wrought on something so beautiful just trying to come up for air, and I think on every fellow on board who tried to find a way towards some kind of home.

#awhalin #long post //#sj writes things #mister martin

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Anything for You

chapter 7

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“Psst… pssst!”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and irritation, turning and trying to get away from the poking on your cheek. You groaned lowly when it only persisted, peeking your eyes open to see MJ’s face.

“Good morning,” she whispered softly, stroking your cheek, almost lulling you back to sleep. “Your phone’s been buzzing like crazy.”

With a sigh, you reach over to the nightstand where your phone was located, and start pressing down, hoping that you’ll soon hit whatever button that gets the noise to stop. After a few seconds of the randomized tapping, silence returns and you snuggle back into Michelle’s chest who is happy to hold you close. The warmth and love she radiates is enough to suck you back into a peaceful rest.

Said peaceful rest lasts for only a few moments before it’s so rudely disturbed by the same buzzing you stopped only a little while ago.

With a hefty groan, you reach over once again, snatching the phone and pressing the ‘accept call’ button.

“What?” you demanded in a grouchy tone, giving up any hope of getting any more sleep.

“I’m outside. In the parking lot.”

You pulled the phone away from your ear with a frown on your face, squinting at the screen trying to decipher who was calling you at such an hour (it was well past 11 in the morning). Once you saw who it was, you let out a sigh and begrudgingly lifted the phone back to your ear.

“What are you talking about, Pepper?” you muttered out, rubbing your eyes tiredly.

“Our day out,” she said as if it was obvious. “I’m here.”

“Our what now?”

The woman let out a short exhale that you could hear exhaustion seep out of. “Can you just…get ready? And come outside? Please?”

You laid there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, trying to comprehend what was even going on. Your brain wasn’t even fully aware, with you not even being awake for five minutes yet.

Then, you hung up.

Your hand falls from your face onto the bed as you let out a breath and close your eyes.

“Are you gonna get ready?”

“Hmm?” you hummed back looking up at Michelle with furrowed eyebrows.

“You don’t wanna leave her waiting for too long…” she trails off, noticing your still confused face. “Pepper,” she clarifies.

In response, you finally sit completely up and let out a sigh.

“‘M not sure if I have the energy for…that right now.”

MJ copies your movements and puts an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her. She could feel how tense you had gotten despite only waking up less than five minutes ago.

“She’s…trying,” your girlfriend says after a moment of searching for a proper word. She senses you about to interject so she picks back up. “And I know. It’s too little, too late. Believe me, I know. But you’ve been trying too. Trying to get closure--trying to heal. Maybe in some way, this’ll help. All else fails, you set your boundary and you never have to do it again,” she finishes.

Letting the girl’s words ring around your head, you inhale deeply and slowly start to push yourself off the bed and stiffly make your way towards the closet. MJ watches you walk away, hoping and praying that all goes well. She couldn’t bear to watch you break once more.

Pepper’s head snaps up as she’s startled from the sound of her car door opening and being slammed shut. The woman watched as you buckled yourself up with shaky hands and got (uncomfortably) settled. Eyeing your clothing choice of a hoodie and sweatpants with some old Nikes, she clears her throat gently.

“I um…didn’t think you would come,” she confesses.

“I didn’t want to,” you replied. Seeing her grimace out the corner of your eye, you let out a sigh. “But…somebody said that something good might come from this so…”

The woman nodded and after a few more seconds of silence, put the car in drive and made her way out the parking lot. She cruised down the streets, taking short glances at you every now and then.

“So,” she starts hesitantly. “What do you like to do? Anywhere you wanna go?”

You briefly thought about telling her ‘back home’, but decided against it. Not only would Michelle be slightly upset (no matter how hard she’d try to hide it), your new therapist (found by your girlfriend) would be disappointed that you hadn’t taken this opportunity to heal yourself.

“I don’t really get out much…” you trail off. “Just book stores and stuff.”

Pepper nods in response. That wasn’t what she was expecting but surely she could find something for the two of you to do. Somewhere you could sit and she could learn about you, even if it was just the tiniest thing.

It had been about an hour or so since Pepper had picked you up and the amount of bags you had sitting in her trunk were ridiculous. She had stopped by some stores (not any fancy boutiques, thank the lord) and bought anything she caught you eyeing for more than 2.5 seconds. She even thought of MJ and asked for your input of things you think she’d like.

You walked out with new clothes, shoes (nikes in particular as she had seen that the ones you had on were a little worn out), and some jewelry.

Currently, the two of you were at a little locally owned diner per your suggestion. You had become familiar with the owners over the years you came in with your girlfriend.

You shared some small talk. You asked about Morgan (who had been apparently singing your praises at home), she asked about how you and MJ had been settling in your apartment.

You were reluctantly enjoying yourself but it all seemed so…forced in a way. Like she was trying everything she could think of to appeal to you and make you like her.

“You don’t have to…buy me out, you know,” you said during a lull in conversation.

Pepper sighed and placed down the fry she was about to eat, nodding slowly.

“I know.”

You watched her gather her words and prepared yourself for an emotional monologue from her.

“When they told me you were in the hospital, my heart dropped. I thought I had lost my chance to…make things right?” she said, not sounding quite sure of herself. “This isn’t to ease my guilty conscience because if anything, I should be living with it for the rest of my life. No excuse could possibly be made to explain what I did.

“I just want to give you what you deserve,” the woman reiterates, taking the chance and reaching across the table to rest her hand on top of yours. Strangely, the urge to pull away wasn’t terribly strong. “You deserve a guardian--an adult at the very least to lean on. It’s something you should’ve had since the beginning. I’m not trying to be a parent to you--it’s much too late…”she trails off. You see tears pooling in her eyes as she continues. “I just wanna be there…to support you and watch you blossom; to help you grow and go off into the world knowing that you have something to fall back on if you ever need it.”

Emotional talk always made you uncomfortable, but you knew right now that it was needed. There was no way you could continue without acknowledging the elephant in the room and it’d be foolish of you if you thought you could.

As you shifted in your seat, you nodded slowly in response to her impromptu speech. If she could talk the leap, then so could you.

“Thanks,” you whispered. You could see Pepper lean in closer to you out of the corner of your eye as you stared at your plate of food. “I think…maybe I’ll get used to it eventually but Pepper…” you trailed off, finally looking up at her before taking a breath. “I just need some time.” You shook your head as you saw the woman slouch slightly, clearly affected by your response. “Some time soon just…not right now.”

“I understand,” she mutters.

Previous conversation resumed, but it just didn’t feel the same. There was a heavy air that surrounded the two of you that made things awkward. Pepper had felt the sting of a rejection, that was completely unintended, and you felt guilty for making things tense (even though you shouldn’t have).

You finished your late lunch and the strawberry blonde had driven you home afterwards. Even if things hadn't gone down like they did, you still would’ve requested to be taken back to your apartment as all the shopping had worn you out.

When you arrived, you insisted that you could carry all of the bags up. Pepper watched as you waddled towards the entrance and you saw her zoom off as soon as you reached the elevator.

Tremors spread from your hands to your arms as you watched the number in the elevator slowly rise, silently wishing you hadn’t been so stubborn. The doors finally opened and you gathered the last of your strength to make it to your door. When had the halls gotten so long?

By the time you got there, you could’ve sworn you felt a drop of sweat go down the side of your forehead. You kicked the door harshly, knowing you couldn’t move your arms to knock.

MJ opened the door a few moments later, looking confused then highly amused.

“Need some help with that?”

You simply glare at her and walk in once she moves to the side. As soon as you were in an open area, you dropped the bags and shook your arms out in search of relief.

When Michelle saw the way your hands and arms shook in response to such strain, she furrowed her eyebrows in concern and made her way over to you after closing the door.

“She didn’t help you bring these up?” she questioned, massaging you from forearm to fingers.

“I didn’t want her to,” you mumbled with a hint of shame in your voice.

Your girlfriend let out a sigh and you knew she was upset and slightly disappointed, even if she didn’t say so out loud.

“I take it things didn’t go so well?”

You shrug, “They did just…got kinda awkward I guess.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

As the two of you gazed at each other, you noticed how much love Michelle held in her eyes. And it was all directed towards you.

“Maybe later. Just wanna spend the rest of the day with you.”

And that’s exactly what the two of you did.

Pepper was on her side, staring at the wall as she laid in bed. It was one of the rare nights Tony joined her at a reasonable hour. He laid behind her and if she was being honest, his snoring was driving her up the wall.

The digital clock that was on her nightstand beside the bed shone at her.

12:40 AM

Time. That's all that seemed to be on her mind lately. She feared that she had let too much of it pass her by and now, she selfishly hoped that it would speed up ever so slightly.

As her mind continued to race, her phone buzzed, catching her attention. The notification turned out to be a text and she wondered who’d be messaging at this hour.

y/n: next saturday with morgan? her pick

She sent back a quick positive reply and turned her phone off. She settled under the cover and finally settled for the night.

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Bad idea right? Chapter 12

Ricky decided to meet Gina at her house. It’s been a while since they talked and well he may not need closure he still feels obligated to let Gina know it’s not her fault.

He walks up to Gina who’s smiling, and says “Hey G, long time huh?”

Gina just replies back “yeah well you’ve been busy with your boyfriend, so you wanted to talk?”

Ricky has his whole speech prepared, “yeah I did. Look I know we talked on the phone and you said you understood and were good but I still feel like I didn’t fully fill you in. I’m pretty sure I’ve liked EJ since I almost hit him in the face with a basketball. I didn’t know it yet but I figured it out eventually. Idk I guess I just didn’t want you to think it was your fault or that you did anything wrong. I liked you truly, I did but not like I liked EJ. Does that make sense?”

Gina surprised by Ricky’s speech responds, “yeah it does. And don’t worry I understand. I kinda suspected you weren’t all that in love with me anyway”

Ricky looks confused, “what do you mean?”

Gina finally tells Ricky, “I didn’t know it was EJ, I honestly thought maybe you still weren’t over Nini. But I knew it wasn’t love for you with me. You were great of course but I always felt like something was missing. I didn’t know what but I do now.”

Ricky happy to hear she’s happy responds, “so what was missing if you don’t mind me asking?”

Gina responds quickly, “I don’t really know how to explain it. You checked all the boxes but they still weren’t full. You weren’t in love with me. I guess it was love”

Ricky understanding, “yeah I get that with EJ. You found anybody else yet?”

Gina happily answers, “yes I have. And I’m happy you two are happy. I was surprised at first but you are so cute together.”

Ricky gushing from the compliment, “thanks. I’m happy you’re happy too. I’ll see ya around? I’m going to visit my mom in Chicago soon.”

Gina grabbing her stuff to leave says, “yeah I’ll be around. Bye”

Once Gina leaves Ricky decides to head home. He texts EJ to let him know that he’s home and filled him in on the conversation with Gina. He knows EJ worries Gina was mad at them but now he’s got more reassurance. EJ texts Ricky he’ll be there soon. It’s movie night.

EJ arrives shortly after and immediately takes his shoes and jacket off. It’s a bit hostile so Ricky looks all worried and says, “you ok there babe?”

EJ realizing his anger moment tells him, “yeah I’m fine just been a long day. What are we watching tonight?”

Ricky still concerned but not showing it responds, “I was thinking we could watch the new rom-com, red white and royal blue. It’s a gay movie so it’ll be fun!”

EJ smiling now from Ricky’s excitement says, “sounds great, do you mind if I shower first? I need to wash the day away”

Ricky noticing a few stains says, “yeah that’s fine.” And then as EJ walks by, “ok you literally smell like a pizza. And idk if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”

EJ realizing his own odor too says, “doesn’t matter I’m washing it off. I’ll be back in 10 minutes”

Ricky responds a quick ok and gets movie night set up. He found the candy and popcorn which he’s waiting till he hears the shower turn off before popping so it’s still hot. As EJ comes down the stairs, the room wafting with popcorn he’s grinning out of his head with happiness.

EJ takes a moment to appreciate his very hot boyfriend before speaking, “candy, popcorn, and a gay rom-com? You know exactly how to swoop a guy off his feet don’t you?”

Ricky gushing and bringing over the popcorn replies, “only the best for my sexy boyfriend. Let’s press play yeah?”

EJ putting his arm around Ricky and grabbing a handful of popcorn says, “yeah let’s do it”

The boys go to bed after the movie ends and Mike tells them no sex again. They laugh as they go up the stairs before falling asleep while spooning. Good night.

#badidearight #ej caswell #caswen #bad idea right #high school musical the musical the series #hsmtmts #fanfiction

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what happened with the ex bf that in the timespan of a week you’re not even friends? cool if you don’t wanna share but i’m just curious and we both know you like oversharing

"we both know you like oversharing" HEEELP I LOVE YOU ANON. idk if ive blogged about this before but basically inn like december i came to terms wih the fact that my ex and i wouldnt get back together and decided to just focus on being friends. however in late january my then-friend told me that he had told her that he had been thinking of getting back together with me for about a month, over the span of like three weeks maybe she told me a bunch of things he'd say about me and what he was thinking of doing. then we went on a trip for this math competition and flirted so heavily, i wonnt go intto dettails but it got to the point where this other guy there fully tthoughtt we were together, i also heard some things he was saying about me from my then-friends ex boyfriend who i had been good friends with since they started dating. the most relevant one is him saying that things were good but he couldnt let himself like me which what the fuck.

however at that poinnt my then-friend blew up at her ex for being close friends with me even though she is close with MY ex (And very fucking annoying about it mind you. think "omg stoooop give me my phone back") and id never said anything about it to either of them (except for when i nicely asked her her to be less touchy with him in my vicinity back in december aka peak trenches and she said she would and then didnt do it). her ex would point this hypocrisy out to her but i told him to be careful cuz i could see her twisting that against me and making it out to seem like i was jealous of her and my ex.

THat becomes relevant in a moment but it wasnt relevant at the time, the flirting tapered off as soon as we got back home but i was so very confused and really wanted to ask him about it. however college decisions were close to coming out and i didntt want to add more stress to everything he was dealing with (i was not stressed because of the wonders of early decision #roll******) so i decided to wait around a month. in that time he started pulling away a little more and i chalked it up to some other things in his personal llife but still got second thoughts about asking about the whole thing, eventually i decided to do it but make it clear i was askinng for the sake of our friendship and my own sense of idk closure for everything that had happened back then since i doubted anythting romantic would come of it (though it was still a hope i had) but i could see our friendship suffering because of it.

this weekend i asked him about it and he basically denied all feelings for me even back then which i knew wasnt true and said he that he hadnt felt comfortable being my friend for a while knowing i still saw him romantically (which he only knew because he flirted with me AND I FLIRTED BACK). He also cited the deterioration of my friendship with that onne girl and its effects on his friendships with her as a reason why he didnt want to be my friend even though i have played nice with her and the whole reason why i do not like her is her hypocrisy and selfishness and horrible treatment of her ex boyfriend and not the fact that shes friends with MY ex

So yeah lol. had i known this last weekend i wouldve said fuck it and flirted with that guy BUT WELL!!!!!!!!!! I was crushed for some time and still sort of am but who cares honestly. Soon i will graduate and none of these cunts will ever see me again

#angieanswers.txt #long post

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Ooh we’re doing song gifts? Try Jericho by Celldweller! There’s definitely vibes there for something I’m sure!

SCARIAN. sorry. i can't help it. i also refuse to stop (specifically life series scarian)

"You feel so safe inside / The walls you fortified" - it's 3rd life. grian just wants to have some fun! he... he really didn't mean to kill him. let a creeper kill him. he pledges his first life- only his first life. as soon as he's yellow, he's out. no need to get attached.

"You build 'em up / You layer stone on stone / You build 'em high / To keep out your enemies" - grian doesn't want scar. not as an ally. but there's really nowhere else to go. dogwarts hates them, and he's already broken any trust he has with any other faction. so he doubles down instead, proves his loyalty. he sticks close to scar. out of necessity, of course.

"An unhappy ending to your final fantasy" - oh. that. that wasn't how it was supposed to end. maybe secretly, he had dreamed of the desert. of a life, maybe. something that wasn't survival. something that was them. but, well. there's- there's blood on his hands. it's sticky, and- grian doesn't think he wants to stick around much longer.

"Supremacy implied / Who dares to overthrow? / Arrogance justified / Self-importance amplified" - the southlands is powerful, one has to admit. largest faction on the server, bold enough to hand a life around like a piece of paper, distrustful enough to watch with eyes like a hawk. they build the walls high. grian tries to pretend there isn't anything pulling at his heart beyond the walls. because there isn't. he dreams of a desert.

"You're looking down / And feeling so profound / You're so impressed by your own false humility" - dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori. it is sweet and proper to die for one's country, so grian does the opposite. the southlands... well. there's always something to give up. he dies as he lives, running, though perhaps not from his heart this time.

"An unhappy ending to your sense of deity" - fine, then. he kills scott. strikes him down with a bolt of lightning, reveling in sharp-sweet power. is this what you wanted me to be? he sees the way scar- scar's ghost- looks at him. like there's still blood on his hands. ghosts cannot dream of deserts. never again.

"You sit alone / Up on your lonely throne / You're so oblivious / To your own frailty" - if the universe wants to screw him over, fine. see if grian cares! he's powerful on his own. he doesn't want scar. he doesn't remember what blood feels like on his knuckles. he doesn't dream of deserts. he wants his own choices for once!

"An unhappy ending to the life you've glorified / To the life you've glorified" - he doesn't even get to say i'm sorry. there's no closure. his eardrums ring. he thinks he should've died in the desert, when scar kissed him for the first and last time and he pretended it didn't matter. there is only the end. there is only the potential for another game.

"We'll all enjoy the show / It's down you go / Can't wait to see you go / When your walls fall like Jericho!" - we do enjoy the show, don't we? we watch them. we see things even they do not. did you watch the barriers falling? did you watch them come back up, deadly and thorn-covered? i think we all know how the next season ends. can't wait to watch.

#scarian #life series #trafficblr #grian #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #trafficshipping #hermitshipping #<- just in case #moth answers #this is just grian actually #my bad #/j

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Crooked Kingdom

5/5 stars

I finished this in one whole day. This is a BIG book, and it took me hours and hours of non-stop reading from morning to night to get it done.

This book is a masterpiece. Usually, I can be kind of sceptical about books this size, because they might drag, but Crooked Kingdom’s length really helped wrap up a lot of loose threads for each of the Crows. And oh my gosh, but this book really blew Six of Crows out of water for me. See, I liked Six of Crows, but I wasn’t in love with it.

But this. This.

There was no major heist (save for the safe, I think), and I actually was fine with it! If anything, I liked it more! One of my biggest (and personal) issues with the original heist was that it was so setting-heavy that my brain was dying. But in this book, there really isn’t as much setting involved, and I LOVE mind-games and scheming so this was everythingggggggg.

Kaz is officially one of my book loves, my book boyfriends, as Booktok would say. Usually, he’s not my type because he’s too abrasive, too callous, and I like guys who are more emotionally intelligent—but here’s the thing, he isn’t emotionally unintelligent. Not entirely. He just chooses to be a dick half the time—and he can put up a hell of a show playing a different persona if he wanted to—but it doesn’t matter because he’s a fucking genius, and everyone knows that. Every single time they did something I didn’t understand, I was like, ‘never mind, I’ll wait,’ and LO AND BEHOLD, the shoe drops in a later chapter and everything earlier makes sense. There is always a shoe dropping. The plan is never straightforward. This is a devious Kaz’s world, and we are just living in it.

Also, I was just fucking wheezing with delight when Jan Van Eck's kid caught him breaking in and he handled the situation so... so......... I can't even articulate myself. It was so good. And how he handled Jan right after he left the house was fucking PERFECTION.

I LOVE clever characters, and Kaz is single-handedly the smartest literary character I’ve read (or rather, not the smartest, but the one whose brains are actually shown rather than told the most). I adore him. I breathe him. I want to lick his shoes. I want to listen to his mordant wit and soak in its barbs. Also, when he kissed Inej’s neck, I was SCREAMING. SCREAMING!!!!!!!

I know a lot of people weren’t happy with the ending, so I went into Crooked Kingdom slightly apprehensively, worried about how it’ll conclude.

I needn’t have worried. The ending was good!!! Excellent, even. I really am confused about what people were so hung up about. It was everything, from Wylan getting his house and money back from his father, Jan arrested, Jesper getting closure with his dad and himself, Wylan and Jesper being in love and living together, KAZ FINDING INEJ AND THEIR FINGERS TOUCHING AND HIM BRINGING HER FUCKING PARENTS BACK, Pekka gone for good?? What more do they want????????

This is the wonderful, quintessential Crows ending. Okay, fine, I noticed that I didn’t mention Nina and Matthias, but, uh….

I don’t really care about them.

Look. I’m sorry to their fans, if they exist. I am sure they do. But I couldn't care less. Also Matthias’s death was so random, like everything was going fine, and some guy from his country pops up and shoots him and I was like, huh? Okay?

Ah, well. You see, a major annoyance I had with Crooked Kingdom was that everything was so good… until it was time for Matthias or Nina’s chapters. Nina, maybe not so much (it was only irritating because it meant I’d have to read about her budding romance with him), but Matthias’ chapters made my eyes glaze over. He is definitely less annoying than in the prequel, but I still found myself scrambling for fucks to give and coming up empty.

Now, back to the Crows I cared for:

Wylan!!!!!!!!!MY WYLAN. MY BOY. MY HEART AND JOY. When Jesper was kissing Kuwei (thinking it was Wylan), I was like: why is Wylan grinning? This isn’t Kuwei, is it? And OH BOY WAS I RIGHT. I loved that this happened, that it pushed a jealous Wylan to try to get his face back because I missed his original face so much. I love his reddish curls, his wide blue eyes, everything!! And when he shared his first kiss with Jesper—he initiated it!! He did!!! He told a jumpy Jesper to stay still and then KISSED him—I jumped up and squealed like a little bitch. Ah!!!!!!!!! I don’t care what anyone says. Wylan has more balls than anyone expects and he is literally taking care of Jesper financially at the end because he is a baby boy boss.

I did like Jesper’s story a lot, and I found it cool that he was a good marksman because he was a Fabrikator. I can’t say I love Jesper as a character that much, but he was still much more entertaining than Matthias because he’s so fucking funny. In fact, this entire book made me laugh out loud at certain parts—which is rare, because I’m beginning to realise that a lot of the fantasies I’ve read aren’t so funny.

Like, look at this:

By the way, even this innocuous little piece of banter had a purpose later. That’s how ingenious this story is.

Gah, I can’t take it. I have not spoken about Inej yet, but make no mistake; I love her to bits—she’s such a self-respecting queen. Like, she is not here to fix anyone, to be fucking Bob the Builder like fucking Evangeline from OUABH. This is exactly what she thinks:

Inej, you are a fucking queen. You are everything. You have a giant heart, yet you know your worth, and you are a badass, yet you are not invulnerable, and you are just *chef’s kiss*.

Fuck, this is definitely going to be one of my favourite books of all time. I love the Crows so much (well, most of them). I’m nursing a hell of a hangover and I don’t know how I can go back to other fantasy books without missing the hell out of them—and comparing male leads to Kaz without them coming up short. (Of course, there are exceptions like my boy in Cruel Prince but that's because I am biased. By the way... Jude and Kaz, if they ruled a kingdom together? Sheer chaos.)

Is this a perfect book? No. I skimmed certain parts like some of Nina and Matthias’ chapters, and I’m still not sure how to feel about the sugar scheme being abandoned completely. Also, colour me a sadist, but I was slightly disappointed Inej came out totally unharmed from the kidnapping. I think the tongue-ripping in The Stolen Heir really set my expectations too high, lol. Another thing - Mathias suddenly being brainy with Jesper and Kuwei when he was a stupid oaf in the first book had me confused, too. Him being "military" isn't really strong enough of an explanation for me.

Regardless, the story hit so many spots for me, and I’m happy that I finally got to this so wildly acclaimed series and enjoyed what it had to offer.

Better late than never, as they say.

- 27 July 2023

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