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literaryavenger · 5 months

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New Year's Eve

Summary: A game of two truths and a lie reveals to the team a fact about the you that Bucky can’t seem to stop thinking about.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Language 'cause why not. A lot of fluff. My poor attempts at being funny. Mutual pining, idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts.

Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: Happy New Year's Eve! Thanks for all the messages when I was sick, I'm finally feeling better and I'm negative for Covid! I really wanted to post something for New Year's Eve and this came from a fever dream I had when I was sick, lol. I hope it's any good and someone enjoys it! A particular thank you to @ordelixx for helping me with this story!💘I've only started posting here about a month and a half but I'm really enjoying it and feeling more and more comfortable in my writing. I hope I'm also getting better at it. Anyway, I have big plans for the New Year that I hope you'll enjoy! This year hasn't been great for me, but I'm planning on working harder than ever to make sure the next one is a year I can be proud of. I hope you guys have a nice last day of 2023 and an amazing start of 2024! Love you all.💘

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“Ok, your turn, Kill Bill. Two truths and a lie, go.” Tony says, referring to the fact that you fight with swords, making you roll your eyes before you join in on the laughter.

“Ok, uhm...” you try not to look at anyone so you don’t give away the answer “I have a teddy bear that I sleep with, I have bungee jumped from the top of the tower and I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss.”

You look back up to the room and wait for their guesses.

It’s a Friday night and the people that remained in the Tower for the holidays decided to have a little game night.

Every year the same people stay around, having nowhere in particular to go, and spend Christmas together.

Clint and Scott usually spend this time with their families, this year Thor decided to go to New Asgard with Bruce and Loki to visit Val and Korg, and Peter decided to spend it with aunt May and Happy.

You usually alternate between going to visit your family and staying in the tower each year, and this one was your turn to go to your first home.

You came back the day after Christmas, never being one to miss Tony’s New Year’s Eve party that’s gonna happen in two days now.

“Well, we know she has a teddy bear.” Wanda says.

“Do we know that?” Tony turns to you, narrowing his eyes. “Do you have one?”

“Yes, she does, we’ve seen it” Natasha answers for you while you glance at Bucky, praying he doesn’t put together that they’re talking about the teddy bear he gifted you for Valentine’s Day this year along with flowers.

Natasha and Wanda were more happy than you when you told them, sustaining that he did it because he liked you until you pointed out that he gave flowers to them too, because he’s sweet and a gentleman and that’s just who he is.

They wouldn’t let up on the fact that neither of them got a teddy bear though, and you would have agreed with them but Bucky never really did anything else about it so you decided to let it go and not read too much into it.

You're brought back to the present by Tony.

“Ok, so she has one. Then it’s gotta be the New Year’s kiss, everyone has had one at least once in their life,” he was looking at your reaction very closely while talking, but you did your best to keep an easy smile and not give anything away.

“Even Captain Virgin over there had one last year.” he adds vaguely waving towards Steve’s general direction.

You crack at the nickname and at the undignified sound Steve made while blushing and glancing at Nat that shared that kiss with him.

“Tony, there’s no way that she bungee jumped from the roof without us knowing, that’s gotta be the lie.” Sam interjects, also watching you closely for any signs of a reaction that you manage not to give.

“Alright, just take your guesses, people.” You say to the group.

“New Year’s Kiss.” Tony all but yelled, Natasha and Wanda agreeing with him.

“Bungee jump.” Sam says and Steve and Bucky agree, then they all seem to hold their breath as they wait for your answer.

It’s not a surprise that even these stupid little games cause a lot of competition amongst the team.

“Neither.”-you finally said and let out a laugh when they all groan in annoyance while taking their shots for guessing wrong.

“WAIT- you bungee jumped off the ROOF? When?!” Steve seems more concerned than anything.

“Well, you know a few months ago when we happened to all be on different missions at the same time?” They nod, not knowing where you're going with this “Clint and I came back first from ours, we were bored and there was no one around to stop us from doing anything stupid so…” you trail off, shrugging while laughing.

Steve looks shocked, Sam is laughing his ass off while Tony immediately goes to look for the security footage.

They all cheered while watching you throw yourself off the roof, Clint's yells and laughter could be heard, and then Steve shakes his head while joining you in the laughter when you see Clint take his turn and scream like a little girl while you fall to the ground laughing on the video.

Once you all composed yourselves, Tony pokes Wanda’s arm “I thought you said she had a teddy bear.” he's looking at her like she brought him on a treasure hunt and then betrayed him and left him for dead on a deserted island.

“She does! She got it from-” you interrupt her before she can finish the sentence, blushing a little and avoiding Bucky’s eyes.

“I do have a teddy bear, I just don’t sleep with it.” you say, shrugging.

“Oh, come on, that’s cheating!” Natasha whines.

“It’s really not, just because I do have one it doesn’t mean I didn’t tell a lie about it” you laugh at her pout.

“Wait a minute, so you’ve never had a New Year’s kiss?” Tony looks at you like you suddenly grew two heads.

“It’s not a big deal. Funny thing is, I have had boyfriends during New Year’s Eve, I just never happen to spend the day with them.” you say absentmindedly while thinking back at all the parties you’ve been to over the years to celebrate the new year.

“Really?” it's so quiet you almost missed it, your eyes snapping up to meet Bucky’s that were already looking at you.

“Is that so hard to believe?” The room seems to go quiet as everybody looks at you two, but you're too focused on each other to notice.

“I didn’t- I mean…” his cheeks started to turn a little pink as he seemed to have trouble finishing his sentence “It’s just you’re very pretty, who wouldn’t want to kiss you?”

You didn’t know what to say to that, you start blushing too while opening and closing your mouth a couple of times, looking like a damn fish.

You settle for a quiet ‘thank you’ with a smile that he shyly returns, neither of you noticing the glances passed by everyone else.

The whole team is convinced that there’s something between you and Bucky, but both of you always deny it and don’t seem to read too much into each other’s actions, always dismissing the glances and lingering touches as friendly affection even though you’re not really that close.

But really what else could it be?

The team lets the moment end and the game goes on, everyone keeps drinking and having fun until it gets really late and you all decide to call it a night.

Bucky goes to his bedroom and gets ready for sleep but he can’t seem to focus on anything else but you.

He really doesn’t understand how can anybody see your pretty self when you’ve just woken up, no makeup and your eyes full of sleep and not want to kiss you, let alone when you are all dolled up in a pretty golden dresses like you do every New Year’s.

Every year it gets harder for him not to just grab you and kiss you, hell every day is pretty much torture to see you around the Compound and not get to be with you the way he wants to.

But he has to keep his hands to himself because there’s no way you could actually like him like that.

He’s even tried to drop hints here and there like giving you the teddy bear for Valentine’s Day but, except for the cute shade of pink that your face turned, you still didn’t seem all that interested.

Still, that didn’t stop him from thinking what it would be like if you did like him and fantasize about being your first New Year’s kiss and maybe even your last first kiss.

At the same time you were in your own room getting ready for bed while your own thoughts kept going back to the moment you shared with Bucky in the living room.

You didn’t know if you were more embarrassed because you actually told the team you’ve never had a kiss on New Year’s Eve or happy because Bucky called you pretty.

If it was anyone else you wouldn’t even think twice about it, but coming from him it just felt like you were being complimented for the first time ever.

Everytime you thought about it you felt all warm and fuzzy inside, and at this point the moment was pretty much on loop in your mind.

The more you think about it the more you feel your face heat up, sleep not coming easily as you slip into Bucky filled dreams.

The next day everybody’s hanging out in the living room, most of them nursing a hangover from last night. You get ready for a last minute shopping trip to try and find a new dress for New Year’s Eve.

When you get to the living room you see Steve grinning at a disgruntled Tony, Wanda, Sam and Natasha who are obviously very hangover and nowhere near as amused as the blonde supersoldier.

Bucky’s attention is on you as soon as you're in his field of vision and no one fails to notice it, except you of course, your own attention on Wanda and Natasha sprawled on the couch.

“Well, I was gonna ask you if you wanted to come shopping with me,” you start watching from one to the other, as amused as Steve at everyone’s inability to contain themselves when drinking. “but I don’t think that’s happening.”

“Bite me, YLN.” Is all Nat says.

Wanda, on the other hand, is a little gentler. “I can come with you, if you want.” she says sweetly.

“That’s okay, Wands.” you smile at her “just rest and drink lots of water.”

You turn around, saying bye to everyone and making your way out. As soon as the doors of the elevator close, everyone turns to Bucky that's not even pretending not to be staring anymore.

Not that anyone could ignore the longing look on Bucky’s face as he watches you walk away.

“Buck,” Steve starts talking, glancing at everyone before setting his gaze back on his best friend. “we need to talk.”

“Okay…” he slowly drags out, unsure if he even wants Steve to keep going.

“Well, we’ve been noticing some things lately…” He’s unsure of how to say this. “Between you and Y/N.”

Bucky’s cheeks start to turn a slight shade of pink, but he’s still not sure where Steve’s going with this so he says nothing.

“So we thought” he gestures around at everybody. “that maybe we should-”

“We know you like her, and we want to help you get with her.” Tony interrupts Steve, quickly getting to the point.

At Steve’s glare, Tony merely raises his hands in surrender saying, “Listen, Capsicle, I’m way too hungover to take the panoramic route. Let’s just get this over with.”

“Yeah, Stark’s right.” Sam says, turning Bucky whose face is fully red now. “You have a weak ass game, man. Let us help you.”

They all look at the brunette supersoldier while waiting for his answer. He chews on his lip while looking at the expectant faces of his friends, before letting out a deep sigh.

“How would you even help me?” He says quietly, neither accepting nor denying their help just yet.

“Well, we know Y/N,” Wanda says.

“Yeah, we can tell you what turns her on.” Natasha smirked, before Wanda flicks her ear making her let out an ‘ow’ with a slight pout.

“What she means is,” she glares at Natasha “we can tell you what she likes, you know. Maybe help you get closer to her.”

Bucky shakes his head lightly “This is not a good idea. And it doesn’t even matter if she doesn’t like me.”

Wanda and Natasha seem to have a silent conversation, ending with Natasha raising her eyebrow at Wanda and Wanda just sighing with a soft ‘fine’.

“She does like you.” Wanda turns back to Bucky.

“She’s just convinced that you don’t like her like that.” Natasha says with a roll of her eyes.

Bucky still wasn’t completely convinced, but he agreed nonetheless. Maybe it was the glimmer of hope the girls gave him, but if there was even the slightest chance you could actually like him, he owed it to himself to try.

So he let the team make a plan to get you guys together, hoping to god he wouldn’t come to regret it.

You come home a few hours later, super excited to have found the perfect dress for the party the next night.

Bucky thought you were just so cute, all smiles and giggles.

Wanda and Nat talked you into having the last girls night of the year, although it didn’t really take much convincing.

And so the plan begins.

You’re relaxing on your bed, Wanda lying next to you, your head on her lap, and Nat sprawled on the love seat near the window close to your bed.

You’re wearing bathrobes, sheet masks on your faces as you watch a cheesy romcom that you’re so embarrassingly into you don’t even notice the girls exchange a look and nod at each other.

Wanda clears her throat and then begins talking, as casually as she can. “So, how come you never told us you never had a New Year’s kiss?”

They had to approach the subject somehow, right?

“I don’t know,” you say absentmindedly and then shrug, your attention still on the Tv. “didn’t think it was important.”

“Sure it isn’t.” Nat said, and her tone took your attention away from the movie for the first time since it started.

“What’s that supposed to mean, Tasha?” she simply shrugs, an innocent look in the face.

“It doesn’t mean anything” she says, her attention seemingly on the movie “I mean, if it doesn’t bother you, it doesn’t bother me.”

“Why would it bother me?” you frown, you don't understand what's so weird about this.

“Well, some people might find it a little…” Wanda trails off.

“Sad?” Natasha ends for her.

“It’s not like I’ve never kissed anyone.” you're starting to get a little defensive.

“We know that, sweetie.” Wanda coos, stroking your hair while you look up at her.

“We really didn’t mean anything by it.” Natasha ends, giving you an apologetic look.

“Yeah, whatever.” is all you say, and you turn your eyes back to the tv, your attention nowhere near it.

Natasha and Wanda can basically hear the gears turn in your head and give each other one last glance.

Part one of the plan is complete.

The next day goes through like usual, the team spending basically the whole morning together.

It’s a tradition, having the last breakfast of the year together, watching the last movie, having the last lunch and so on. Doing all the lasts together.

It’s silly, but it’s a tradition you've all come to be very fond of.

The afternoon comes and you and the girls spend it getting ready for the party, last night’s conversation almost forgotten.

Almost.

As you got to the party the music was deafening before you even stepped out of the elevator and, once you did, you were immediately immersed in a sea of perfume and cologne and, like every other Stark party extravaganza, you didn’t know about 98% of the people there.

You quickly find the team, as outgoing as most of them are, you usually spend most of the night together because it’s the last night of the year, last party and, again, it's your tradition.

You talk, you joke, you laugh but the more you drink the more you keep thinking about your conversation with the girls last night.

Was it really that sad that you’ve never started a new year with a kiss?

Midnight came sooner than you would’ve liked and your teammates decide to ask you a sobering question.

“So, who are you kissing?” Tony asks very casually.

You turn around confused, the team’s eyes all on you. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, nobody told you?” Sam says, looking around him “We’re all kissing someone tonight.”

“I- You- What?” you glance towards Bucky so quickly he almost thought he imagined it.

“Well, Romanoff is kissing Rogers, I’m obviously kissing Pepper and Wanda is kissing Wilson.” Tony said, before specifying while pointing at the last two “As friends, obviously.”

“So, you’re all kissing someone?” You look at everyone except the one person you actually want to look at.

Something inside of you just believes that he would nod too and a beautiful woman that you could never compare to would appear at his side.

“Well,” Steve starts. “not all of us…”

He trails off and, following his gaze, you land on the very pair of blue eyes you were trying to avoid.

Suddenly everyone else scatters and it was just you and Bucky. You don't know what to say, but you feel like you can't look away from him now.

What the hell is happening to you?

You’re talking before you can even stop yourself “You know, we could also kiss. As friends.” you add, realizing what you just said, your eyes wide with your own surprise.

He’s about to say something, but you don’t give him a chance to get a sound out before you’re backtracking so fast you might actually fall out the window.

“You don’t have to. Obviously. It’s not like I’d make you.” you chuckled awkwardly, but you can’t stop yourself from rambling “Unless you wanted to. But why would you want to? It’s not like you’re missing anything. I’m not anything special.”

You can hear the countdown starting, but it sounds distant to your ears as your heart pounds faster. “I mean, I’m sure you’re a good kisser. Why wouldn’t you be? Not that you’re like a lady’s man.”

Bucky glances around him, the team giving him encouraging looks as they near zero and you just keep going “But like you were, you know. Not that it’s a bad thi-”

You're thankfully interrupted abruptly by Bucky’s lips on yours just as everyone yells ‘Happy New Year’ and gold and black confetti starts falling down on you.

You can't even begin to comprehend what's happening but your body does, kissing him back almost immediately.

It feels like forever and also too soon when he pulls away, you can't even hearing the chaos around you anymore.

All that exists is you and Bucky and his eyes and his arms around your waist and yours around his neck and his lips that you wanted to kiss again and kiss forever and never stop.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that” he says after a few seconds. Or maybe days. Weeks? Hours? It doesn’t matter.

All that matters is the bright smile he gives you when you say “Me too.”

He kisses you again, but this time the spell is broken by the team’s whistles and cheers.

When you pull away you’re both blushing a little, you glance around you and see all the smug faces of the idiots you love to death, Bucky’s attention never leaving you.

“And by the way,” Bucky says, gaining your attention once more. “you have more qualities than you think,” he then pointed at your chest “You have this.”

You looked down to where he was pointing before saying “I do have great tits, yes.”

When you looked back at him he was blushing even harder and looked like he was having a hard time maintaining eye contact, while you were more relaxed now that the kiss took away all the awkwardness, but trying hard not to laugh.

“... I meant heart” he said after a few moments of silence.

“Either or.” you answered, shrugging and when you heard the snickers of the team around you, you couldn’t help but join them, followed by a still blushing Bucky.

Yep, this year is definitely gonna be an interesting one.

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angel-kyo · 8 months

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Warnings: This started as something sweet, but turned into pain at the end. No proof-reading.

Also, in my mind, Shibuya and such? Did not happen.

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Twelve...

Meeting you hurt him, quite literally. You were running at full speed, probably with no destination in mind and pushed him with enough strength to make you both end up on the ground. Your mother apologized profusely to his caretaker. Both of you were only five.

And you decided to befriend him. That must have been the beginning of it.

Eleven...

"I don't want to be your friend anymore!", you were running away again because he had spilled orange juice over your new dress, the one you father had brought from abroad for your seventh birthday. "Apologize!", you cried.

"You're a crybaby, [name]."

Unlike other afternoons, you left his home early that day. He never told you, but he cried after you left.

He apologized the next day.

Ten...

You were moving to the other side of the country and he was going to turn ten years old in a couple days, so you gave him a ring, both as a birthday and a goodbye gift.

"Don't lose it, okay?"

It was too big for any of his fingers, so he enclosed it in his hand and saw you get in the car.

Nine...

His letters had made you think he hadn't changed much, but his voiced sounded a bit different now and you wondered if it was just because some people sounded different on the phone.

"Satoru, you should come for Christmas. It will be fun. My aunt is okay with it too."

You had invited him every year since you had left, three in a row now, but he had never been able to go, not even once.

"Next year, I promise."

Eight...

"[Name]?"

He splashed water on your face when you turned to him and you pushed him away.

"You are the worst. It's cold!"

It was New Year's Eve and he had fulfilled his promise. You had gone to the shore with your new friends and him, who had come all the way from Tokyo to visit for the holidays.

The sun was setting down when you suddenly spoke. "Satoru?"

"What?"

"I will go back to Tokyo next year. I... I want to go to Jujutsu Tech."

He did not say anything. Maybe he had assumed you would prefer living a normal life. It looked like he was wrong.

"Then we will go together", he smiled widely and you returned his smile. That settled it.

Seven...

"You were my friend first, you should agree with me!", he was almost pouting.

"I just think Geto is right. What is the point of being strong if you cannot protect the weak?", you looked at him and added smirking , "Stop pouting. You are a crybaby, Satoru."

He rolled his eyes. His friends were too righteous.

Six...

He heard your steps but could not bring himself to lift his head and just said "Please don't ask me why too."

"I was not going to", You sat next to him. "I know why", you placed a hand on his shoulder, "and I would have let him go too."

Satoru's eyes were closed. If he had opened them, maybe you would have seen they were full of tears.

Five...

You sat down in front of him and sighed. "He's finally asleep."

He looked at you. "How did you do it?"

"It was just a stomachache. He should be fine after taking some medicine."

It was his turn to sigh this time. "Thanks for coming over. When Tsumiki called, I didn't know what to do..."

"I checked the fridge and there wasn't much in there anyway. If you are going to take care of them, you should make sure they have some actual food around."

"Let's go grocery shopping tomorrow, hm?" He smiled.

You were not twenty yet and knew very little about kids, but still you returned his smile and agreed.

"I knew you would find a way to drag me into this."

Four...

"Here you are", Satoru looked down at where you were siting. You were cross legged, resting your back against a tree.

"He liked this cherry tree, it made him hopeful," you said, "'When the seasons change and all is nice to have something that stays', that's what he said."

"Do you want some company?"

You gave him an almost invisible nod and he sat down.

"Do you think Nanami is thinking of him too?"

Truth was he had not heard of Nanami in a while, but he nodded. It was impossible he wasn't thinking of him on the anniversary of his friend's death.

Three...

"[Name], I...", he was at a loss for words, but his expression must have told you something else.

You shook your head. "Don't. Just forget it, okay? I don't know why I said that. I don't expect you to feel the same," you forced a laugh and turned around, "I'm sorry..."

He suddenly felt too conscious of the ring on his pinky finger, the same you had given him for his tenth birthday.

He should have said something.

Two...

You rushed to him as soon as the news reached you. He was leaning against the wall right outside of the infirmary.

"Satoru...", you were panting. He knew you had run there.

His eyes were the saddest you had seen them.

When he told you he did not want to dispose of the body of his best friend, you only embraced him.

One...

It was Shoko the one who called him.

"Her wounds... I can't do more for her, Gojo. I thought you would want to see her in case she..."

He did not let her finish that sentence. "I'll be right there."

He made it just on time. Just on time to take it all back, to tell you he felt the same way, that he had not said anything because he needed you to wait for him to reset the world, but there was no point in waiting anymore, and if you wanted to curse him with love, he would be happy to let you do so.

Happy new year!

He was back on the shore where you had spent the New Year over a decade ago.

He had slipped his ring on your finger before you whispered your last words and he accepted them as a vow, but Shoko had returned it to him, and he now carried it around his neck.

Loving you had hurt him, but he would accept the end of it.

"We will meet in the new world."

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lanas-delight · 6 months

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from across the room.

♫ rec: about you by the 1975

✰ an enhypen scenario || gen!reader x jake

✰ description — a disastrous break up, raging arguments, fading love, and what could’ve been.

✰ warnings — language, arguments, mention and accusations of cheating, and a LOT of angst.

✰ note — u guys dont know me yet but i have been told im a mastermind when it comes to writing angst 😍 (ive js made my friends cry with what ive written before lolz) anyways enjoy! 🤭😅

Relationships never lasted with you. It was never your fault exactly, it was either them not being ready for it or just plainly doing you dirty, but you always moved on. It never phased you much, any of it, though that was because all of those people before weren’t him.

His name was Jake. You met him exactly two years and 23 days ago. Your two year anniversary was 18 days ago. You loved him, and he loved you. Everything was good. You were already living together, which happened about seven months ago, but there hasn’t been any issues. Everything was good—until it wasn’t.

“You’re kidding.”

“I wish I was,” Jake huffs, falling back onto the shared bed of yours. “Trust me, I hate it just as much as you do, maybe more,” he was referring to the business trip he was being forced to go on for a few days. He leaves tomorrow, and he hated that he would have to leave you again. This wasn’t the first business trip he’s ever been on, especially lately. He had gone on seven the last two months alone. You kept count.

"When will you be back?"

"Saturday?" He sounded unsure. "I'll call you once we get there, though," and he sat on the bed, putting on his shoes and tying the laces before continuing to pack his suitcase. You didn't say a word, only sat beside his suitcase and in hopes to reassure you, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You, however, just sighed and looked over at his direction, your eyes avoiding his, earning a puppy-like look from him. "What?"

"You sure have gone on a lot of trips lately," you remark, though quietly. He stares at you as you continue, "I'm worried, Jake."

"About?"

A sudden twist in your stomach, you felt sick. "Nevermind, I'll sound stupid," but he sits with you, worried and concerned terribly.

"No, what is it?"

You sighed again.

"Talk to me, Y/N."

"Are you having an affair?"

Jake laughed. He laughed. "What?" He scoffed, "Why would I ever cheat on you? Are you insane?" Such a kind thing to say to your partner, but he took it back instantly. "I'm sorry. That wasn't nice. It's really just a business trip, Y/N," he tells you, "I only love you."

"But how can I trust you?" You stood up, apart from him as he watched you with furrowed brows. "You've gone on so many, so often, you—You barely call when you're gone. How am I supposed to be sure you're not in bed with someone else?"

"Y/N," he shook his head, "If you don't have trust, we—"

"We have nothing, right?" And you turned, "Nothing new," You then walked off but he followed you into the kitchen, his packing coming to a sudden halt as he tried to make things right with you before he would leave. You grabbed some of the dishes and started to hand-wash them, while he stood near you and tried to reason with you.

"You're being ridiculous," he tells you, a bit rudely, "Why won't you listen to me?" But you ignore him. "Y/N, please. I don't want to leave with us like this. I love you—"

"Then prove it," You turned to him suddenly, "Prove that you love me, because you don't. You sleep in our bed for a couple nights then you're off on another trip. You kiss me but there's no love. There's nothing. There's . . ." You sighed, "There's nothing between us anymore. Because of you."

Jake took a step back. "Y/N, what are you saying?"

You pulled your phone out of your pocket and looked through your photos, showing him a screenshot you had taken off of Jake's phone. Messages with a girl who you didn't recognize, but when you messaged the girl, she swore they were just friends, that she had a boyfriend. But even that won't stop a girl sometimes. You didn't know how to feel, you weren't even sure if the messages had the intent of an affair. It was innocent chatting, you thought, but the fact he couldn't bring himself to look you in the eyes then made you realize the truth. It wasn't innocent. It wasn't a surprise either.

"I don't know why you talk to her, tell her everything while you tell me nothing, but if she's what you want, then she can have you." You threw a pot down in the sink, creating a loud noise to echo through the kitchen and the rest of the apartment as you stormed out, grabbed your coat and slid on your uggs. "I'm going to F/N's," you say, seeing him appear in the hallway behind you. "Goodnight, Jake." The door slammed behind you and you left, leaving the love you had once for him behind.

He called twice, left a voicemail, and sent over 30 messages, explaining everything. He didn't have feelings for that other girl, though he didn't give you any reason to think otherwise so you left that night. You didn't want anything to do with him. Genuinely, you didn't. You didn't know if he had actually cheated, though he claimed he didn't and that he would never do that to you, but he opened up to that girl about things you never even knew an ounce about.

She did have a boyfriend, but it wasn't until a week later that she texted you, telling you that she did like your boyfriend, which caused her own boyfriend to dump her. It wasn't surprising to you at all.

You had been staying at your friend's house for the last week, so when you finally called him back, you only asked him if he had any feelings for that girl. He didn't say anything. He hesitated, but he said no. However, that wasn't enough for you. You hung up on him and texted him that you were through. You asked him to have his stuff out of your apartment by next Friday, which he agreed to.

But on that Friday, when he was taking the last of his stuff, he stopped and looked at you coldly, unsure what to say but spoke anyways. His voice deep and hurt, just like his heart, just like yours.

"You didn't fight for us," he told you, "You didn't even care to listen to what I had to say. You leave every time it gets hard, you blame me for everything I do, but what am I supposed to do when you won't even hear me out, Y/N?"

"I don't know," You stared back at him with crossed arms, "Maybe don't cheat on me?" You scoffed, but he couldn't believe you.

"Why do you have to brush me aside like that?" Jake questioned, "You never listened to me. Have you even considered the possibility that I didn't open up to you because you didn't give me the chance to?"

You unfolded your arms, but you took his words the wrong way. "Are you implying I made you cheat on me?"

But that enraged him. "I didn't cheat on you, Y/N!" He raises his voice, throwing his hands in the air defensively, "I talked to who I thought was my friend, about personal stuff because I couldn't bring myself to talk to you about it, so instead of just trusting me to tell you on my own, you go through my phone and accuse me of cheating on you."

"You hesitated," you threw it back in his face, "When I asked you if you liked her, you hesitated before saying no. You had to think about whether or not you liked another girl while you were with me. Do you not realize how pathetic that made me feel?"

"Do you not realize how pathetic you've made me feel?" Jake remarks, tears in his eyes, mirroring yours, "I'm the bad guy in every part of this story, Y/N, because you won't even give me the chance to explain myself. You keep dismissing me and ignoring me, but why won't you listen to me? I love you with all I have, Y/N."

But you wiped your tears, sniffling. "I never want to see you again."

His eyes grew wide, but he didn't fight against it. He grabbed the last of his stuff and left without another word spoken between you both.

There was a party. You didn't know anyone but your best friend, but as she had gone off with her boyfriend, you were now alone, sitting on the couch, drinking liquor out of some plastic cup. You wore a red dress, made of satin, with heels that weren't too high that your ankles wanted to break but not too flat that made you appear too different from everyone else. You didn't want to be different, easy to single out. You wanted to fit in, just like everyone else. But you weren't like everyone else. That was clear the moment he saw you.

The room was crowded. You could barely see over dozens of people piled into one room. Music blaring, dim lights as one of your favorite songs started to play. People were dancing, people were drinking, having a good time like there was no tomorrow. And there he was, standing by the wall. You could see him through the small spaces between people. His eyes were glued to his phone screen for a fleeting moment, one that felt a little too long until he suddenly met eyes with you and in response, you smiled at him from across the room, while your heart jumped out of your chest and you had never felt more noticed in your life.

He approached you soon enough, breaking the awkwardness with a little joke before he sat beside you and started an easy-going conversation with you about what you did for work, what he did for work, etc. The night ended with a lightly-sober kiss between you both, where he said something so beautiful to you that you swore it was engraved into you. He said, "You are so pretty when you smile, but when it was just at me, like I was the only person in that crowded room, I knew it was you that I'm going to fall for." Five days later, after a couple of sober dates, he was your boyfriend. And for two years, you promised yourself that he was the one. Until he wasn't.

You had a dream once, that you married Jake and had a family with him. You had a couple of dogs, ones he and the kids all named like Scout, Georgie, and Layla the 2nd. You had your dream job, as did he, and you were just so happy with him and the kids. He had built you your dream house, with a concrete pool and a beautiful backyard that the kids would run all over in with the dogs. He had always promised you that he would anything for you—build you a house, give you the family you wanted, be the husband you needed. You loved him with your entire being, and he felt the same way about you.

But it had been five years since the break up. You haven't heard from him in at least four years, and the last thing you were told, he was engaged to some new girl and was moving back to Australia after the wedding.

You had met someone else, too. You had only been dating for a few months now, nothing too serious just yet, but you were just getting used to being in a relationship again. You were taking it slow, not wanting to rush anything.

You didn't have feelings for Jake anymore. You haven't loved him in years. But there's a part of that wishes that fate would lead you back into each other's lives, single and open for a second chance. But that was never going to happen. You were never going to be the one he stares at from across the room, where you smile at him and start the love that should have lasted forever, but it never stood a chance. You had moved on, and so has he. The memories of what love gave you both lingers in your eyes, your mind, and for the rest of your life, you'll know that it just wasn't meant to be. From across the room, you'll stay, and regret ever smiling at him for he became the love of your life, just as quickly as you left him. It was over. But you were okay.

You had to be.

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A/N - sorry guys i felt like hurting feelings today mb

#jake sim #jake x reader #enhypen #enhypen x reader #sunghoon #niki #jay #jungwon #sunoo #heeseung #enhypen angst #angst #jake #jay park #park jongseong #park sunghoon #kim sunoo #lee heeseung #niki nishimura

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Super Mario Bros. Universe Luigi x GN! reader Synopsis: The Mario brothers are back in town after 6 years throwing a New Years Eve party. Your old crush Luigi will be there. Will he remember you? Warnings: Brief mentions of bullying.

It’s New Year's Eve already. Welp, another year wasted. Still stuck at your dead-end job, no relationships, a few close friends but we didn’t do much this year. You can’t be too surprised though. The past few years have been pretty much the same. And the perfect end to such a boring year, you’ll count down on your couch with your cat and a beer. Yippee…

*buzz* *buzz*

You look towards you phone that’s plugged in on your nightstand. Hmm, wonder who that could be. You go to your phone and unlock it to see a text from your friend Pauline.

Pauline: superstar wyd tonight?

You: absolute dog shit. U?

Pauline: yay! the mario bros are back in town and they decided to throw a nye party and YOU are coming with me :)

A party, huh? Not typically your scene but it would be nice to end the year with a bang. And you liked the Mario bros. You didn’t know Mario too well but you were super close friends with Luigi in your school days. You guys were best friends until the brothers moved ‘out of town’. Nobody really knows where they moved but hey, as long as they’re happy. As long as he’s happy. You missed the younger twin so much. It would be nice to see them him again.

You: ok yeah that sounds fun

Pauline: i knew you’d be down. be ready at 10 ok?

You looked at the clock. You had about 2 and a half hours until the party. Better start getting ready. I mean, you want to look good for this reunion, right? You go to your closet and scour through your dresses and jumpers until you land on the PERFECT piece! Now that that decision has been made, you lay your choice out on the bed and go take a shower. As you stand there, the hot water raining down, shaving your legs, you start to think back on your memories with the younger twin.

You met when some kids were bullying him at recess in the 2nd grade. He was curled up under the slide crying while these two 3rd graders made fun of his overalls. I stepped in front of the boy and kicked one of those third graders right in the gut. Totally worth it. From there it was history. As the years went on you and luigi had grown so close. In middle school you developed a crush on him but it was clear he never felt the same way. Any time you flirted with him he just never seemed interested. So you pushed your feelings aside. You were content staying friends. A part of you never let go of those feelings though.

The razor nicked your leg, snapping you out of your thoughts. Now was not the time to think about your crush. Besides, he’s probably got a beautiful partner now. There’s no way someone hasn’t snatched him but in the past 6 years. Anyways, you finish up shaving, washing, and hop out of the shower. You dry off, blow-dry and style your hair and then sit down to do your makeup. You debated between full glamor and something nice and subtle, ultimately deciding to go with the latter. Sitting in front of your vanity, it finally hits you. You're actually going to see Luigi after so long. You want somebody to pinch you! You wonder if Pauline told him you’re coming or if he’s going to be totally blindsided. Would he even be excited to see you after so long? You hoped yes but to be honest, you don’t know. It’s been so long and he might have changed. He could have completely forgotten about you. God, you hoped that wasn’t true. In fact, you’re just going to tell yourself that he hadn’t forgotten or else you’d spiral and you’re in far too deep at this point to back out.

You finish your makeup and slip into your garment. After putting on your shoes, you take one final look at yourself all put together. Not bad. If you saw yourself from across the room you would absolutely go up to yourself and hit on you. Perfect. You check the clock and you’re about 3 minutes ahead of when Pauline said she’d be here. You decided you would go ahead and wait outside for her. Just as you lock your door you hear a whistle followed by the voice of your friend.

“DAMN BABE YOU CLEAN UP NICE” Oh Pauline. Thank you for giving my neighbors a reason to hate me. You quickly run to her car before she has any more chances to disturb the neighborhood. “Hey hot stuff. Are you trying to get laid tonight or what?” Your face turns a deep red color and Pauline’s face lights up. “You still have the hots for the plumber boy don’t you!” You roll your eyes already regretting accepting the invite for tonight. “Can you just drive please?!” “Fine, fine. I bet he’s gonna explode as soon as he gets a piece of you.” You decided not to acknowledge her and try to control your mind on the ride to the party.

Music starts pumping into your ears as you walk up to the house. This is it. Your old best friend is right inside. You’ve got this. You both enter the house and get a little overwhelmed at just how packed it is. But that didn’t matter because you immediately spotted green. Pauline followed your eyeline and smirked. “I’ll meet up with you later” she says and then disappears into the crowd. After waving her off you notice the elder twin dressed in a classy red suit with his arm wrapped around this gorgeous tall blonde dressed in pink. Good for him, you thought. You then speed over to the younger twin and just before you reach him you run into some random dude and get knocked onto the ground.

“Oh! Miss, are you okay? Let me help you-” You look up and lock eyes with Luigi. He recognized you instantly and for a moment it was like time stilled and your two were the only people in the room. No, the only people on earth. You take his outstretched hand and he lifts you back on your feet. “Hey.” You take what feels like years to respond. “Hi Weegee. It’s been so long” He smiles wide at the old nickname you called him. Quickly, he wraps you up in a tight cozy hug which you are just as quick to reciprocate. “I’ve missed you so much mi amore” You were so excited to see Luigi you almost didn’t catch the name he gave you. Almost.

After getting over the shock of seeing each other, Luigi finally takes a good look at you. “You look absolutely bellissima!” You turned red at the compliment. First the nickname and now the complement? You don’t remember Luigi ever being so forward before. Not that you were complaining. “Thank you Weegee. You look pretty handsome yourself.” He was wearing an elegant emerald green suit with a tie embroidered with green mushrooms. He looked jaw droppingly gorgeous. “So where did you and Mario end up moving all those years ago? I would’ve visited you guys if I knew where you were all these years!” At this Luigi’s face contorted to a mix of embarrassment and guilt. “Maybe we should go outside to talk '' He leads you both to the backyard where there's virtually nobody and it’s much quieter. You both sit down on a bench that faces a bird bath. “I’m so sorry I never told you we were leaving or where we went. It’s actually pretty confusing to me even to this day how it all happened. You might not even believe me.” You look at him kind of confused for a moment before smiling. “I’m sure I can understand. Try me.” You nudge his arm with your elbow. Luigi takes a deep breath and explains how he and Mario fell through this thing called a ‘warp pipe’ and landed in this place called the ‘Mushroom Kingdom’. He said for a long time they couldn’t find a way back to New York but eventually the princess of the mushroom kingdom helped them find a way to travel between the kingdom and earth. He even explained that the very princess that had helped them get home was the woman you had seen with Mario earlier.

You feel like your whole world got turned upside down. Luigi didn’t just leave you. He had no choice in the matter. But he sounded happy about living in this new kingdom. Would he just leave again forever after tonight? And don’t even get you started thinking about the fact that there's just a bunch of pipes that can send you to other worldly places!! Lost in thought, you jump when you feel Luigi’s hand on your shoulder. “Are you alright mi amore?” You take another quick moment to process everything before responding. “Luigi, it does all sound insane but I do believe you. I missed you so much. Are you planning on staying in New York now that you’ve found a pipe that connects? I need my best friend back.” Luigi looks sad. There’s something else in his expression that you can’t quite place. “The mushroom kingdom is my home now. I will come back here more often but I can’t just abandon what I’ve built there.” He pauses, takes a deep breath, and grabs your hands. “I want to go back to the mushroom kingdom but I can’t without telling you how much you mean to me. I should have done it years ago before we fell into that stupid warp pipe.”

“Luigi…” You were breathless. Was this real? Was he actually saying what you think he is saying? Your eyes start to get a little watery thinking about how you’ve been waiting for this moment for years. Luigi fully faces you and puts one hand on your cheek, his thumbs wiping away the few tears that formed. “Ever since we met I have been head over heels in love with you. Not a moment passed where I wasn’t thinking about you. Not a moment I didn’t want to hold you or kiss you. You have always been my comfort and my home. You made the hard days easier. You still do. When things get hard in the mushroom kingdom I always think of you and how amazing you are. How you’d cheer me on when things got tough.” He suddenly got very shy and started rubbing his neck. “Do you feel the same principessa?”

You were overwhelmed with love. All of the feelings you’ve been fostering for years are coming to the surface. You can’t be sure this was real. You tried to remember back to your school days, scanning the memories and finally realizing those moments where you thought Luigi was just being nice, he was flirting with you. It was all falling into place for you. You were just too caught up in your feelings for him that you didn’t realize that he did in fact like you too and he wasn’t blowing you off. “Of course I feel the same, Weegee! I just never said anything because I thought you didn’t feel the same.” At that Luigi sprung forward bringing you into a tight embrace, lifting you off the bench and spun you around the backyard. You both were so giddy with love and could not stop the giggles that sprung out.

As your giggles died down, Luigi slowly brought you both to a stop, letting you back down on the ground. You just stare at each other, drinking each other in. You noticed his mustache and curly hair have a few grays in them. His eyes were so round and full of life. Little freckles were sprinkled across his cheeks and nose. At this moment you were sure there was no one you’d rather be with ever. “Take me with you.” You blurt out, surprising both of you. “What are you saying mia amata?” You grab hold of Luigi’s arms and lock eyes with him. “Take me with you back to the mushroom kingdom. I want to be with you. I don’t want to keep you from your home but I can’t be here if you’re not. Let's start a life together.” Now it’s Luigi’s turn to start tearing up. He can’t get any words out so he just shakes his head aggressively.

“I love you so much Weegee.” Luigi tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I love you too mi amore” Luigi looks at your lips for a brief moment. You close your eyes and lean in until you feel Luigi meet your lips. The kiss was passionate, filled with more than a decade of what each of you thought was unrequited love. He tasted like basil. It was delicious. Suddenly fireworks started going off in the night sky, startling both of you and breaking up the kiss. You chuckle. “It must be midnight. Happy New Year Weegee.” Luigi leans down and gives you a sweet but quick peck in the lips. “Happy New Year vita mia.”

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mochashot · 1 year

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hello hellooo!! :]

idk if your christmas request is still open but can i request a rinne fanfic where he and reader cuddles on the couch, theyre both arguing on which movie they should watch before rinne decided to put on a cheesy christmas romcom and hid the remote away from reader so that they cant change it? just to fuck with them a little yknow www,, im not even a rinne fan i just thought that idea would be funny.. you can ignore if youd like!!

i hope youre having a nice day!!

FUCKKK I FORGOT TO SAVE MY STUFF ANF TUMBLR DELETE IT. AND SORRY THIS IS A LATE RESPONSE

You know you love me anyway~

Rinne x gn reade

Type:fluff

Tw/cw: cursing at each other playfully, nickname bae(look okay idk what nicknames for him to call you😭), calling him jackass

A/n:sorry request are taking awhile, I've been trying to find motivation 😫 .

You and Rinnie decide to have a movie night before Christmas eve. Rinne left to fetch snacks while you at home prepared everything else.

You herd the door open knowing Rinnie is back,

"Rinne get your butt here, you took too long." Complaining as you open the covers for him

"Yeah Yeah, my bad the line was long." Plopping down next to you and pulling you closer. Looking at the screen seeing what movie you're picking.

Being the shit he is, put his hands under your shirt and starts to tickle you with his cold hands making yelp and squirm while laughing. Once you put your arms up he snatched the remote out of your hand and changed the movie.

"This movie is much better than the one you picked." Smirking at you, you rolled your eyes and snatched the remote back and changed it. Making Rinnie pout

Making this continue for 5 minutes

You decided to get your phone and search up Christmas movies, as you left Rinne took the remote and changed it "California Christmas".

Holding a grin and hiding the remote on a higher shelf where you can't reach. Letting out small giggles as he hurry back to the couch trying to calm himself so you don't suspect anything.

"BAE, hurry I got the movie on." Making you walk faster back and hurry under the covers with him. The moment you saw the screen you side eye him with annoyance.

"Are you shitting me right now?" Face not pleased but almost slightly amused.

"Kyahahah, aw stop with the face." Looking at you with a silly grin. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you close while smiling playfully.

Chuckling knowing you can't do anything shaking your head, as you lean into his hold.

"You're a jackass you know that" saying with annoyance while smiling, hiding your head in his neck.

"You know you love me anyway~". Pressing a kiss on your shoulder while you both laughed.

A/n: I hope this comes to your satisfaction <3 happy late Merry Christmas and Early New year.

#ensemble stars x reader #enstars #mocha_shot #enstars x reader #ensemble stars #christmas #rinne x reader #rinnie amagi x reader #rinne amagi #enstars x you

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webslingingslasher · 5 months

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Hello! First off I want to say that I love your new profile pic and aesthetic of your page! And second, I’d like to tell you how much I adored UNI chapter 2! I’m sick this year for Christmas - strep throat - and Christmas Eve high-key sucked: I couldn’t visit my Aunt and Uncle with my Mom and sister because I thought I’d get them sick, my family still hosted our neighbors for a White Elephant and I had to stay in my room, and I felt like I was dying. I’m an extrovert so that’s SO not my thing to be alone. My mom didn’t really care about my day but my little sister (I’m 18, she’s 16) was so sweet and caring and asked what I’d be doing while our neighbors were over. I squealed and told her that a new chapter of your fic was coming out and that I had an alarm set for when it did and that I was so excited. You literally made my Christmas Eve.💚Anyways, I loved it so much! I love that we get to see inside Trouble and Peter’s heads - perspective change is one of my favorite things! Trent is an asshole, and I hope Trouble has the opportunity to punch him in the face for whatever reason. I don’t have a Spider-Man plushie, but now I fs want one. I love Ethan and Peter’s friendship. I love Peter’s thinking that Trouble is a witch (only explanation). Throughout the entire read, I just kept thinking “alright but how does J come up with this incredibly detailed plot???”. You’re so talented and I love your work immensely! I hope you had a very merry Christmas, because you made mine. Also you’re like one of two blogs that I follow on this app that I have notifications for - idk why I’m telling you but I am. You slay!

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thank youuuu, i think the lavender plays nice w the lavender haze hint!!

i hope you're feeling better!!! sorry you were stuck in your room :( W sister tho! and you set an alarm for meee???? the honor??? NOTIFS ON FOR ME????

thank you so much!!! i love the subtle pov change, it makes it so fun!!

ps. trouble IS a witch. duh.

#🛍️ anon

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sastrugie · 5 months

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what was the trip to france like? were you in paris? it does sound like a nice location for some advent time. since my family doesn't celebrate christmas, we did take the advantage to travel a bit just to rest and drink coffee. i do have plans for new year's eve with my friend. what about you?

anyways,,,,,, this is me, i am your secret santa. happy christmas! also i am assuming you have figured it out some days ago. the thing is, just before december begun, i saw your comment about a desire for polar explorations themed secret santa happenings, so i followed you, not knowing we will get matched hehe. i hope you're having a wonderful day!

helloooo <3 i am so so sorry for my absence - the holidays werent easy for me... but now i feel really alot better! i wasn in paris but in marseille and it was amazing! I could see myself living there !

omg yes thats amazing! many people i know use christmas for travelling and it always looks so cool!! was it fun? and where did you go? I celebrated new years eve with close friends from my the city i did my bachelors in - was super nice

AHHH hello !!! so happy to finally meet you and i cant wait to talk to you more, i think we really clicked <3 they really matched us so well :') also always refreshing to know that people have th esame weird interests as i do hehe

#r #nefhertari #nice ppl

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cosettepontmercys · 5 months

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Happy new year!!! Sorry that's a little late and that I'm just replying now. I actually just now listened to New Year's Day finally..I feel like a bad swiftie haha but I didn't listen to new years yet or what are you doing New Year's Eve either. Anyway I hope you had a nice time ringing in the new year! Honestly I just had a few drinks and my sister went to bed pretty early. I stay up.late all the time so it's not a big deal to me. What about you? I was gonna ask you about your plans before but I didn't get a chance. I hope you're feeling better if you are still sick! Did you think of any resolutions yet? I haven't yet.

Oh I'm glad you got stuff you enjoy. The scarf sounds nice and I'm also a pink girl but don't really like raccoons lol. Christmas was fine..I got a blanket and the 1989TV tangerine vinyl which I think will be more for my sister since she likes orange and i already had the pink one. Also the calendars I mentioned before. We ate a lot of desserts too.

Oh what did she think of the movie? I'm not sure what to expect and don't think I will have time to see it now. Overall it looked pretty good and I do like the original movies which have songs so hopefully she still enjoyed it. It's the same with my family too, but I think they thought In The Heights was okay. I won't be able to see the Color Purple either, and I haven't really heard anything about it yet or if it got good reviews. Hopefully I can also watch eras again when it goes on streaming.

I'm curious to see the differences for the Color Purple movie versus musical but I can hardly remember the musical. So I think I will like watching it again, but I won't remember it as much compared to something like Mean Girls I guess. That was the case for the Holiday Inn musical..I could barely remember the musical while watching it, but it seemed a little bit different to me but maybe I just didn't know it that well haha. It could be cuz the movie is older too, but I still enjoy both. They also mentioned New Year's which was something else I didn't remember. Oh that's a fun story..I liked that I watched it at the right time, even though they mention all the holidays. I figured you knew about it! I think Rent also has a New Year's song too, with the lyric it's gonna be a happy new year so I'm manifesting a little bit haha.

With Christmas songs, there's a lot of different ones so I always like hearing them. Maybe I would do a more classic one that sounds like Christmas and maybe a more slow or melancholy one. When I think of those, I think of John Lennon's or my grown up Christmas list which are pretty different. Then there is Taylors which sounds more joyful and the feeling of this time of year versus Twenty One Pilots who released one a few years ago, and it's called Christmas saves the year. Just one of the similarities between my two favorite artists. But then Taylor has New Year's Day which sounds melancholy but isn't, versus Sabrina's song. That's cool..maybe finally learning one of those instruments will be part of my resolution..but I've been saying that for a while now.

Those are good choices! I always try to go for something newer but couldn't think of any from 1989 or Speak Now vault tracks. I also forgot Bejeweled..to be more confident cuz I need some of that energy. Maisie also has a lyric about New Year's but I like her lyric last year I had to focus on survival..now I'm in my holy revival or there it goes! The universe is shifting and it's all for me. twenty one pilots has a song called Shy Away but the lyric is don't you shy away and I like that but that album is older now too. I'm hoping for new music from them this year soon!

I'm happy you were able to finish The Night Circus and Les Mis in time! I didn't know you were planning to read the Starless Sea in January too..so I will definitely try to read them together at the same time. I just don't know how far I will get or if it's the best time right now for me to read quickly. I mean Since it's the start of the year, I haven't gotten into good reading habits yet. But I guess I can try. I briefly looked at your list and will listen to your recommendations so you'll have to let me know if you like any of them. I'm interested in this is me trying cuz of the title and I like that kind of story. One book I added to my list is called Pink Mountain Nights and I recently remembered two other books I was in the middle of a long time ago so maybe I could finish those this year. Also omg how was Funny Story? I'm glad you loved it! I'm really curious since the plot didn't really grab me at first from the description. But it kinda reminded me of Happy Place and People we Meet on Vacation cuz of the opposites and fake dating I think, but I guess it was more similar to Book Lovers and Beach Read then? You are making me wanna start them again and maybe that's a good thing haha. Maybe I will read a little bit today cuz they are comfort reads to me so I can remember it and hopefully finally finish them this year.

Idk what Taylors new album will be. I've heard a lot of different theories too. Like maybe it will be the same vibe of 1989 ish? Cuz she's thriving right now so then that would be pop I think. I still don't know if she would release it during the tour, but some people think she will and play it acoustically on tour. If that's the case, which would kinda make sense for a breakup album, then I see it being more like Red..which still has some happy/upbeat songs too. I'm sure she will surprise us cuz I think she can do any genre, but I would hope for more guitar, rock, and instruments..which could be similar to Red so it's exciting. But I do think rep is next..she didn't announce it for new years, so I see it being announced when she goes back on tour in February. I'm really excited for the vault songs! So basically twenty one pilots could release a new song around the same time too I hope and that would be a dream! Fun fact..a while ago, I actually had a dream that said new music for them was coming in February lol. They are my two fav artists and weirdly their albums match up so well together cuz they also do eras and Easter eggs. I can explain more if you want, but I would definitely recommend their music!!! They were actually on tour with Paramore before. I'm glad you are liking Paramore, Lana and Fall Out Boy. For Paramore, I would also recommend their sorta unreleased songs from that era..called Oh Star and Adore. I think Oh Star was actually the first song they ever wrote together or something, but I still love it. It's one of my favorites. Those are some of my favorite Lana songs too! For Lana, there is so many I forgot to list cuz I didn't know which ones you already knew. I do love her newer songs too, but love the old albums. I think that's great..I already kinda listen to a new album everyday too, basically but you should also take your time. I haven't made my list of songs and albums of the year yet but I can recommend some if you want next time so let me know, but listening to Lana should take some time too. Aww thanks for saying that..I hope the same for you. I'm pretty busy this week..so I don't know when I will be able to reply but I hope you have a great week and start to your year!

you're totally fine! not a bad swiftie at all! there are no rules here 🤍 i ended up cancelling my plans because i'm still sick :( (which seems to be a recurring theme this winter) and went to bed early! i have a few bookish resolutions, and then i'm also habit tracking in my hobonichi (we'll see how that goes)! happy to share both if you're interested 🤍 do you have any resolutions?

omg the 1989 tangerine vinyl!! i keep thinking about getting it for sweeter than fiction, but i can't really justify getting a third 1989 tv vinyl, since i already have the pink and the yellow (which was a gift)! what kind of desserts did you eat?

the family friend liked wonka! but their family also likes timothee chalemet a lot, which i think helps in this case. i still haven't seen the in the heights movie! speaking of musical movies, did you see the tracklist for mean girls? what are your thoughts?

if you could learn any instrument, what would it be? sometimes i think about trying to learn guitar or piano again, but i don't have space for a piano, not sure if i have the self-discipline it'd take to practice a musical instrument frequently enough, and also i think i'd just get annoyed/stressed out that i'm not ~ instantly good ~ at it haha. even if it has been years since i last took my lessons.

maisie's holy revival is a good lyric! i put "the universe is shifting and it's all for me" in my hobonichi, and my friend (who is also venturing into the world of hobonichis with me) put the holy revival lyric ("now i'm in my holy revival") which is fun! i haven't listened to twenty one pilots, but i know you like them a lot, so maybe i'll add them to my little album challenge. i know i was like "haha 365 albums in 365 days is a lot" but here i am! i've decided to do it! we'll see how it goes. i'm sure there'll be days where i have to play catch up (especially when i'm traveling), but that's okay!

i absolutely LOVED funny story! i wrote my review of it last week and will post it on my book blog closer to publication date, but i really, really loved it. i think i'm a january (beach read) sun, nora (book lovers) rising, and a daphne (funny story) moon. i just loveeee emily henry's books and her characters. i support you in reading whatever makes you happy! it's not a competition, and it's all about what you're having fun with!

would love to hear you explain the twenty one pilots lore/comparisons! i listened to paramore's self-titled album today (my album of the day!) and i really liked still into you (which i already knew before going into the album) and hate to see your heart break! i think the interludes were fun, and almost reminded me of dodie's music, if that makes sense?

hope you're having a good week! 🤍

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triz-serpent · 1 year

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FOMO syndrome, but with drarry .

Today, reflecting on what I want for 2023, I decided that I will stay away from fandom/fanfics until I reach two goals of mine that have a deadline for the beginning of the year.

It pays to give up so that maybe the July triz is happy. A part of me worries about the good work I might miss out on, but if I don't pursue my goals and find a way to pay my bills, Draco won't (unfortunately, although I think the Malfoys' money possibly has a root rotten )

And next year I want to start making fanfic raqs, I found so many wonderful works this year but most of the time I don't know how to express my emotions and English is not my native language, so that stops me. BUT I want to share and talk about what I liked most about each wonderful work I read. Why yes, drarry writers write plots/plots better than many series and movies out there.

And I also want to start writing my fanfics, I have a lot of ideas. But this will probably only be a goal for 2024, because in addition to English grammar, I have to study writing.

Either way, it's not nice to feel like you're missing out on cool stuff. But I hope I can find good stories when I come back and be active in the fandom. Me developing hyperfocus on harry potter and then Draco becoming my confoto character (thanks to drarry fanfics) was one of the best things about my year. But at the same time being a hyperfocus of mine doesn't help me to have a mind focused on my studies and that hurts me. So a good choice I think.

Finally, tomorrow will be my last day reading and I won't be back until after May and I already miss it. And yes, I write a lot more for myself because I want the beauty of the future to be able to look at things from the past with a better reality. And that it's ok to go back and forth, this fandom has existed since 2011(or more), it won't be in 2023 that it will die (I hope hehuueeu) Anyway, if you're reading this, I wish you have a great New Year's Eve and drink water.

#drarry #drarry squad

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heejojo · 2 years

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lee heeseung, my best friend's brother. (prologue + heeseung)

a/n: another series 😼! I hope you enjoy this one. please tell me what you liked about it and areas where I should improve (respectfully please) and I hope you have a great day/right. and to those who celebrate, Merry Christmas Eve. a big thanks to those who beta read it, nice one guys!

taglist (open): @freckledwinterfalls @baekhyunstruly @nomy0520

Prologue

Turning 25 should feel special right? It doesn't feel all that special to you, though. It feels a bit great to be older and more legal, but there are more responsibilities on your shoulder and things on your mind. You have a job, people to look after, a social life to maintain, and at the same time, find the motivation not to bang your head on the nearest surface when you see people in love.

Instead of going out yet, you decide to sort through your box filled with things you want to keep forever (or for as long as the universe allows you to). It’s at the back of a shelf with a few supplies you have. Opening the box with the word 'Memories' written in bold, a wave of nostalgia washes over you. The box is old and worn out but it holds priceless things from when you were little to when you got your first job.

Letters from your pen pal that you had from when you were in eighth grade to concert tickets of your favourite band that you managed to win. It contains almost everything. As you rummage through the box, you find a photograph that you took with your best friend at that time. Where is she now anyway? You can only hope that life is treating her great.

A bundle of letters lay at the bottom of the box -- seven to be exact. Each of the letters ere was sealed in an envelope with the recipient's name at the top. Whenever you had a crush so intense and you couldn't confess, you’d write a letter.

You’re not ready for the surprise that follows when you’re transported to another universe as soon as you open the first letter.

…

Lee Heeseung

Aged 15, Freshman year

2011

This cannot possibly be happening. Waking up in your teenage, puberty ridden body is not something you expected. Heck, waking up in 2011 when you are supposed to be in 2021 is not what you expect either. You touch your face, scared if you're real or not. You take a look in the mirror and smile a bit. At least you're more comfortable in your future body. 2011 you would be happy to know that you're beautiful.

Snapping yourself out of your daze, you try to think of what got you into this situation in the first place. As far as you know, you're supposed to be 25, rummaging through a box and looking at letters you wrote to your ex-crushes.

That's it. The letters.

It all started when you decided to open the letters and reread them. Whose letter did you open though? You rack your brain in an attempt to recall previous attempts but in your state of thought, the door to your room flies open.

And the person that comes in is Seonu Lee, your best friend at the time. In the future, you and Seonu are merely old friends that wish each other 'Happy New Year' and send 'Happy Birthday' as a sign of courtesy. She's not someone you run to anymore when things happen. A falling out never happened between you two, things just seemed to become that way.

Life started bringing new people in, you moved to a new place for university, got different jobs, and now live different lives. In your 2021 life, she isn't such an important figure as some of your friends there are and you're sure that in her life, you play the same role she does in yours.

However, now it's different. You're not future Y/N, you're fifteen-year-old Y/N, who still thinks having a finsta and a spam account means you're cool. Fifteen-year-old Y/N is carefree, cares too much about what people think, and spends her free time thinking about Seonu's brother.

Future Y/N hopes she can pay her rent and still have enough money to buy a few things she likes. The same person but at the same time, different people.

"Y/N! Will you hurry up!? We're going to be late for school if you don't shower and dress up. Why did you wake up so late? Were you studying?" Seonu asks while she idly chews away at a piece of bread she probably picked up from your kitchen. You shake your head in horror, memories of school resurfacing.

The thought of school sends a shiver down your spine and makes goosebumps litter your skin. School means teachers, and teachers mean homework, and homework means stress. Which means no fun.

"Hurry up then! My brother already agreed to come with us to school and I told him to meet us here," Seonu tells you and makes herself comfortable on your bed.

Brother. Seonu's brother. Lee Heeseung.

You were busy forgetting about the current issue. Your crush on Heeseung is most likely the very reason why you're in this timeline.

"I'll get dressed, go downstairs. I want to have a quick shower," you say to her, and she gives you a mock disappointed look.

"Make sure you hurry up! Your showers are never fast."

Maybe in 2011, they were slow, but in the future, anything could happen when you're running late. You close the door when she leaves and immediately heave a sigh of relief.

It doesn't take long for you to get ready for school and gather your thoughts. Your agenda for today is simple; behave like a fifteen-year-old Y/N.

Things are risky now, anything you do can alter your future. Your crush on Heeseung ends without you confessing your feelings to him but with him going away for university. So, he didn't know about it. And besides, it's not like you had the guts to confess either way.

Seonu and her brother wait downstairs and when you come out, all of you leave immediately. The walk to school is quiet with Heeseung listening to music, Seonu on her phone, and you being absorbed by your thoughts. Seonu seems to be in a very engaging conversation so when you three get on the bus, she takes a single seat and leaves the double seat for you and her brother. He settles on the chair near the window and spares you no glance.

He is a sight to see. You don’t remember half the things you did when you were fifteen, so how were you supposed to keep this up? As far as you could recall, Heeseung hardly talks to you except when it involved something to do with his sister. Which is fine by you, his presence overwhelms you and makes it feel like you are clogged up.

Why do you like him? To put it simply, everyone likes Lee Heeseung. He’s cool and he knows how to play the bass guitar. He dances and people call him an ace, a very fitting title.

School drags on like a nightmare, and you sleep in almost every class. During lunch, Seonu drags you to talk about a boy she recently started dating.

“Can you please follow us on the date, Y/N?” she begs, and you refuse, shaking your head adamantly. Who in their right mind follows someone on a date?

“Why will I be following you on a date when it’s not like I’ll be going there on a date myself?” you ask her.

“It’s just a trip to the movies, my brother will come along and I don’t want him to be the only one there. He’ll make things awkward and I won’t be able to have fun.”

“Why me? Can’t you ask someone else to do it? I want to sleep as soon as I get home,” you say, trying to negotiate with her. Truth be told, you do not trust your feelings in this body. You are living as a fifteen-year-old that has feelings for someone. Your body isn’t the most reliable being right now.

Still, Seonu doesn’t budge and eventually convinces you to come with her to the movies. You can’t say you’re not anticipating being next to him, but you don’t think this happened when you were younger. Judging from your diary entries, you’re a very reserved fifteen-year-old when it comes to crushes. Staying away from Heeseung means you’re less likely to embarrass yourself but when you’re next to him? The possibilities are endless.

All the information you have gathered from Sci-fi movies tells you that you should be careful to not alter a timeline in the future. Although you doubt that will happen to you.

You decide to wear something comfortable to the theatre. Seonu and her date, who later reveals himself as Kai, wait there. Next to them stands a very disinterested Heeseung.

“Y/N!” Seonu calls out, rushing to get you. Once she latches herself onto you, she holds your arm tightly in a lock grip and pulls you aside. “You have to be with my brother tonight. Try making small talk with him so that Kai and I can get a chance to see a different movie. Please, don’t mess this up so we can have some time to ourselves. Heeseung is just going to make him too afraid to even look at me!” she begs before practically throwing you to Heeseung.

She pleads and almost pushes you to her brother who only glances at you before taking his attention back to his phone.

As expected.

Heeseung hardly talks to his sister's friends. Maybe he sees them as too childish or immature, but that is just how things have always been.

He's so preoccupied with his phone that he doesn't notice when Seonu and Kai disappear. When he takes his attention away from it, he only sees you there and raises an eyebrow in confusion.

"Is it your job to make sure I don't ruin their date?" he guesses with a hint of mockery in his tone, which makes you a bit flustered. "I didn't come because I want to ruin it, I came because I don't trust hormonal boys around my little sister. She may be independent but I'm still going to be here as her rock. Not an overbearing older brother," he confesses.

You look at him, but turn to face the other way when he notices you staring. You decide to leave, as there is no use for you to be next to him anymore.

You’re already walking away when Heeseung calls your name. “Y/N. Aren’t you supposed to be watching me? You know, in case I decide to sabotage my sister’s plans,” he teases, wiggling his eyebrows.

Annoying boy. A stupidly handsome annoying boy who makes your heart flutter.

“Where are you going?” you ask him.

“I know a place,” he says and you raise an eyebrow in disbelief but he just winks as a response.

The ‘place’ is a basketball court. A dimly lit court with rusty hoops and graffiti decorated walls. Your mouth falls open at the environment. Thankfully, there was no one there.

“How is it?” Heeseung asks with a bit of hopefulness in his voice.

“Rusty and unsafe. The hoop looks like it can fall off if two people try to jump shot at the same time. Imagine it falls on someone’s head. This place is a hazard,” you ramble and Heeseung chuckles at your words. His laugh makes you blush but thankfully, the dark doesn’t let it show. You both fall into an awkward silence.

“Do you want to play? You know, test the stability of the hoop and all?” he suggests and you pick up the nearest ball and start bouncing it. Soon after, Heeseung gets the ball from you and tries to shoot it but you block it. You get the ball and easily make a cheap basket. You laugh at his surprised face but he gains possession of the ball and makes a basket, scoring a point in the process. "Not so cocky now, huh?" he taunts and you roll your eyes at him.

This time, when the ball is in your possession, you do not let it go. He tries to tap it out but you hold on to it tight and turn. He's right behind you and tries to take it out of possession but you're too stubborn to let go.

Heeseung accidentally pushes you too hard resulting in you falling and landing right on your chin.

"I didn't know you were this scared of me winning," you say but wince when you touch your chin and feel blood.

"Does it hurt?"

"Of course it does," you snap and you feel bad instantly. You sign before you begin, "Listen, Heeseung-"

"Wait here, I'll get you some ointment," he cuts you off and runs to get ointment from a nearby pharmacy. He returns in less than five minutes with a mini first aid kit and a popsicle in the other. You raise an eyebrow at him incredulously but he ignores you. He stretches his hand out to you and pulls you up. You detach your hand from him quickly.

"I'm bruised, not broken," you explain and sit on a nearby bench. Heeseung kneels in front of you and applies the disinfectant with delicate hands.

You wince from the sting and he apologizes quietly under his breath. Once he's done, he takes the ointment and gently rubs it on your chin. You watch him the whole time as he does it. He takes a bandaid and places it on your chin where the bruises are.

When he finishes, you keep on staring at him. As soon as his eyes meet yours, the intensity of his gaze is felt and you understand why you have such a big crush on him.

"Heeseung.." You trail off and he looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to speak. "Whatever happens, don't tell Seonu," you say and he nods.

He brings his mouth to yours and you're the first one to latch on to him. The kiss starts off slow at first, with Heeseung kissing you gently but then the desire is higher so the kiss is faster. It's more passionate and intense. Maybe it's the fact that this is going to be kept as a secret that makes it more thrilling.

Heeseung brings his hands up to your face and gently caresses your face, deliberately avoiding your chin that hurts. Your fingers go up to his hair and run themselves through as if it were something you do regularly. Soon enough, you both leave each other and try to catch your breath.

You bring your fingers to your lips. Your fingers tremble and your lips feel slightly swollen. You're even starting to feel a bit lightheaded. His lips are swollen and plump, feeling good when yours collide against his.

It feels amazing. His hands wrap around your waist and pull you closer to him. He kisses you as though you're something sweet.

Your hands leave his hair and you run your fingers down the bane of his neck, smiling into the kiss when you can feel the way his body shivers. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath once Heeseung finally releases you from his hold. You’re not sure how you ended up in his lap but you have to give yourself self-control before you eat his face off.

“That was..” you begin

“Intense,” you say and Heeseung laughs awkwardly with a hut of pink showing behind his ears.

You clear your throat before getting ready to leave. Heeseung stands up as well and follows you. You look at him in suspicious and he only answers saying, "I have to walk you home at the very least Y/N"

You both walk in silence until you reach your front door. Your hand touches your door but before you enter Heeseung calls your name.

"Y/N," he starts and you stare at him expectantly. "Let's not tell Seonu anything that happened tonight. We went for ice cream and that's it" he says and you have to stop your face from falling.

"I wouldn't have done that anyway, Heeseung. I'll say you were a pain" you tell him

"And I'll say you were a brat" he announces and you smile slightly.

"Good night Heeseung,"

"Good night Y/N, sleep well"

Yes, you stand by your point. Lee Heeseung is an annoying pain.

An annoying pain that makes your heart flutter and kisses well.

Dear Lee Heeseung,

Having a crush on you was fun and exciting. I won’t confess to you because I do not want to tell you. After all, after what happened today, things will be more awkward. Truth be told, I don’t know why I like you. It’s just something that seemed to happen and I couldn’t stop it.

You hardly noticed me but that was okay because the mere presence of you had me weak at the knees. Maybe one day, when I’m older and look better, you might like me back.

Until next time,

Y/N

#enhypen x reader #enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #enhypen heeseung #enhypen suggestive #lee heeseung #heeseung x reader

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bad4amficideas · 3 years

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Hi um I hope you don't judge me but I had a bad day at school and

I really need this to pick me up.

Batman and dick Jason and Tim and daman with a darlings that are sisters and have super powers and they get them drunk and have sex with them and they end up pregnant and they are stufk in the mansion and forced to marry their yandere then one day they get away with helping each other and there like 6 mouths pregnant and then 7 years later they find there kids and they darlin but then see a man with them but they see them and they new husband know all about what happened and tell there darlin to run with there kid and the dad's are pissed at this guy cuz not only did they steal there darlin from them but there child call them Daddy and not them and in the end there darlin and there kid are back in the same place where it stard before in the bedroom of there yandere with there child in there arm's please

The first thing I thought. 5 girls with powers? W.I.T.C.H., 5 elements, stronger together... WTF does it have to do with DC except for the Comic part? Sometimes I love my mental processing LOL Is it even necessary to specify powers in these things? Nope, but my mind says "You Had To, You Must To".

Anyway, shorty sorry and sorry for the delay.

I'm very surprised how all my requests imply that the darlings would be able to stay hidden for more than a week WITHIN the civilization. In this electronic age, everything leaves clues except living in the forest as a hermit without toilet paper. Because, having powers, temperatures and getting food I pass it, but not the toilet paper and compresses. Like, look, you're Atom Eve? Franklin Richards? then, yes but otherwise...

Note: English is not my language, so I hope you will be understanding of any flaws you find.

⭐Poff! Another John Doe got dusted. The most moron and with the biggest balls yet, I must say. Like James fighting wandless *facepalms*

⭐Poor children, without knowing what's happening, one day everything is fine, suddenly their father tell them to run and another man go after him and mommy and then everyone running.

⭐All the talk above? What I mean is that running, with a child in your arms, trying to keep a low profile (because using your powers will be starting a witch hunt if your yandere use the proper propaganda), is the same as not using your powers and inevitably being in disadvantage. As soon as they found their darlings, all possibilities were shuffled, all exits were blocked. Darlings practically ran into their arms.

⭐They could either gas you (although, in order not to harm the child, they would surely leave it as a last option), have set you a trap, throw you an anesthetic, actually catch you on the run then hug you and knock you out. Each boy would have one thing or another in mind but for sure each one would get you at the end.

⭐But then the man after/in front of? mommy hugs mommy and them and tells them that he's their new father (because their other one got tired of them -the childs- was actually kicking them out, says the new dad) while he takes them to their new house (that yes, very big and very cool to play with)

⭐But mom is now asleep in her new huuuuuuuge bed so she can't explain it to them, so the nice man does it for her, while he plays with them, and even lets him use his powers that mom says never to use! and after a while he looks at a computer and asks, "hey champion/princess, are we going to see if your mom is already awake?"

⭐And here wakes up darling. In her old prison, everything locked tight. With her yandere holding tightly to her treasure. A threatening smile or look above the child's head as he give the kid a hug before letting him go talk to his mother about what has happened when she was "sleeping".

#yandere x reader #yandere batboys x reader #yandere batman x reader #👾.txt #pregnant!reader

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browncesario · 2 years

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god i want your version of camp rock 2 so bad, i honestly think a lot about what you’ve said in the chat of kids deserving good media too and it’s like paul hoen looked at the prospects of camp rock 2 and was like “yes i agree children deserve media” and forgot about the good (which is not me making fun of camp rock 2 because i do lowkey have the whole thing memorized from watching it so much when it premiered). and i also understand what you said about the play on kids just wanting to be rockstars when they grow up and trying to capitalize off that, but i feel as though there are many projects that do that trope well without sacrificing what makes a good story (example: literally the first camp rock, paul, it wasn’t that hard) all this to say is that i’m fascinated with the way you perceive and talk about media and the ideas you have to improve it because you do have really good, interesting ideas.

anyway lol tell me how you came to the conclusion of when shane gray’s birthday is because he definitely has the energy for that being his birth date. - 🐻

bro that's SO nice like actually thank you i literally like. i take everything way too seriously but i have fun with it so it's fine. it's fine. i think. and yeah!! like i think hannah montana was a good famous kid show because the whole premise was she wanted the dream without the demise and when she took off the wig there was an entire arc about how it was affecting her life in very real tangible negative ways but she knew what those ways were going to be. you totally caN do it. do you have thoughts on what other ones work?? icarly i think is fine because its already absurdist and its internet fame but austin and ally i think does it very much not well despite me loving the show.

ok shane's birthday is the 31st because his story is about rebirth and redemption, but he as the character isn't fresh and new he's the charred cinnamon roll meme. he's not new years day, he's new years eve. he's the moment before you come into the new year and and sometimes you feel so alone but sometimes you're surrounded by friends and you're singing about how sad everything is and hope that maybe things might be different tomorrow. and they won't be. they won't be different tomorrow. but they will be this time next year. and that's his entire character arc.

also astrology is only real because we make it real but i did inadvertently make him a capricorn which i think totally tracks esp because i inadvertently made mitchie a virgo and that is. very compatible and in line.

#replies #gcwca secret santa #this being said. my primary father figure is a capricorn so like. the daddy issues are palpable here #it was unintentional i swear

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bastardtetsu · 3 years

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you wake up on new years day trying to remember where you are and what you did last night, and both answers are the last thing you expected

++ warning: alcohol consumption, a lil bit of w33d // wc: 1k

[11:47am] the first thing you notice as you come to is the subtle yet pleasant scent—bergamot and baby powder—gently coaxing your nose to nuzzle further into the fabric, soft against your cheek.

you hazily begin to recall the events of the previous night, still in the limbo of consciousness between asleep and awake, where the borders of reality become blurry and you can’t quite tell the difference between a memory and a dream. the foggy remnants of drunkenness from last night definitely don’t help either.

you remember bokuto doing shots with you, and just about everyone else at the new year’s eve party. it was his go-to greeting every time he spotted a friend—he even managed to get tsukishima to begrudgingly knock one back with him.

you remember the game of king’s cup that dragged on longer than your liver would have preferred, and finally ended with the same salty blond from before having to chug the proverbial king’s cup, full of god-knows-how-many different kinds of booze, a scowl on his face as the rest of you cheered him on.

you can’t quite remember who handed you a blunt, or when it had even been rolled, but at that point a couple puffs was enough to have you crossfaded out of your mind before you passed it to tsukki, his long and slender fingers accepting it with a surprising amount of dexterity.

you remember kuroo running around looking for kenma, who had quietly gone home half an hour earlier, and bokuto falling on his ass in his own living room. you remember making a joke about it and tsukishima laughing— tsukishima laughing?? that part had to have been a dream. you're not sure when you finally passed out, who knows. did you even make it to the midnight countdown?

suddenly, an erratic thrumming catches your attention, as if your heart was beating directly in your ear. but it isn’t your heartbeat, you realize, and as the quickening rhythm draws you into consciousness, you finally register what—or rather, who exactly you’re currently snuggled up to.

forcing your eyes open, you cautiously turn your gaze upward, and your worst fears are confirmed.

tsukishima kei is already looking back down at you, eyes slightly widened behind his crooked glasses, blond hair disheveled and even more scraggly than usual. his accelerating heartbeat seems to halt completely when he meets your eyes, face flushing with a hint of pink.

fuck, fuck, fuck, his mind races as he tries to piece together what happened. you’re both still fully clothed, which is a good sign considering both of your states last night. but how had you ended up here: your head on his chest, his arm thrown over your waist, your legs tangled up together under the sheets of— whose bed even is this?

his relationship with you had never been anything like that—tsukishima had always considered you out of his league, anyway. yet here you are, waking up against his chest, looking up at him all bleary-eyed and sleepy, your hair a perfect mess, lips slightly parted—and of course his brain can do nothing but stop functioning altogether.

you just stare at him for a few seconds as reality comes back into focus, still not entirely sure that this isn’t another dream that you’re about to wake up from. but as you blink the sleep out of your eyes, registering the scent you awoke to as his own and the pulse of his heartbeat against the side of your face, the recollection of last night suddenly clicks in your head, and—

“uh… hi,” is the only semblance of a sentence you can manage with his golden brown eyes still fixed on you.

“… is that all you have to say?” his snide tone is betrayed by the bewilderment that lingers in his eyes.

“um,” you falter, “happy new year?”

he rolls his eyes with a click of his tongue, shifting his gaze away from you. however, the two of you remain in place, nestled together in— “are we in bokuto’s bed??” you suddenly ask.

“judging by the mess, i’m not sure whose else it could be,” tsukki mutters, still looking away.

you turn your head to get a look at your surroundings. there’s no doubt about it, this is bokuto’s room. “then where’s b— oh, right,” your memory jogs, “he passed out after beer pong. downstairs.”

“idiot,” the blond mumbles under his breath.

“then akaashi started cleaning,” you continue, “and i felt bad because i was too drunk to help, so i came up here…”

“that’s nice of you.”

your eyes snap back to his to shoot him a tiny glare. he lets you go on, “i came up here and found you, and…” you trail off, heat rushing to your face as the memories resurface in your mind.

you remember wandering into bokuto’s room in search of a phone charger and instead finding tsukki sprawled on the bed, surprisingly conscious and even more surprisingly sociable, inviting you to join him. you remember laying down with him, just next to him at first, but somehow laying down turned into cuddling, which turned into making out, which thankfully didn’t escalate much further than some heavy petting before you both passed out in other’s arms.

but that doesn’t stop his touches from lingering on your skin even now, still recalling the sensation of his lips on yours, hot breath making its way down your neck, long fingers tangling in your hair—

“and what?” tsukki presses, bringing you back to the present. his eyes are still boring into you, piercing as ever as you try to find your words.

“i—“

“AHHH—TSUKKI?? Y/N?!!??” a loud and distinct voice cuts you off. a wide-eyed bokuto stands in the doorway, jaw agape, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED??”

yeah, this is definitely doing to be difficult to explain.

a/n: i cannot. believ e the first thing i wrote in 2021,, is a fucking tsukki drabble. cursed asf, idk what this is an omen for but i’m already fed up with it. anyway uhh i hope you liked it this is the first thing i’ve written in like, weeks lmao

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #tsukishima kei #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima kei x you #e writes #.txt

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queenmylovely · 3 years

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Hey hope you're well 😊 i think the holiday advent idea is lovely! Id like to request something that just popped into my head if you would like to write it, no worries if not 😊 So I was thinking Queen are doing an album release party which also happens to be on new years eve and you work for a music magazine and have to interview the band members, you're nervous because its Queen and obviously you're a huge fan, and have a crush on rog 😁 and you bump into him before the interview and he has his flirt on but you're trying to stay professional because you know you have to interview him later, and then after the interview (which incldues a few suggestive comments and a bit of teasing) you bump into each other again on the dancefloor just as the clock strikes 12! 😁 sorry if its a bit cheesy but i think you could put your own cool spin on it😁 💕

bonus holiday advent post! since this was nye themed, I figured dec 30th was the perfect day to post it. Anyway, I really liked this and had fun with it so I hope you like it as well! (no warnings, 1.9k)

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Walking into a giant ballroom filled with lights, music, and people, you tried to take it all in and calm yourself with a deep breath. There were quite a few people you recognized and many you didn’t, but none of them would recognize you. This was your first big assignment for your magazine, after your editor had finally seen your worth when you filled in for a sick coworker at a Fleetwood Mac concert a month ago. Now, you were at a release party for Queen’s new album, News of the World, which they had decided to host on New Year’s Eve.

It had been one thing to go to a Fleetwood Mac concert and do a review, but going to a release party and actually interviewing the band was a whole nother level, and you were trying not to freak out. Not only your dignity, but your career, depended on you being able to hold yourself together professionally before, during, and after the interview. All of this was going to be harder as well considering you had a massive crush on the drummer, Roger Taylor. You had yet to see any of the members of the band on your initial survey of the room, a fact that you were glad for, and hoped that you could keep a relative distance until the time of the interview.

As per the directions of your editor, you had gone out and bought a nice outfit for the occasion with the company credit card. You had tucked your press pass into your clutch as soon as you were through the doors in a further effort to fit in, grabbing a glass of champagne from a waiter for the same reason.

Skirting around the edges of the room until you came to a group of high tables without chairs, you stood at one, content to people watch and get a good feel for the energy of the party so that you would be able to convey it well through your writing. Most people’s clothes ranged from cocktail party to black tie, though a couple were wearing something akin to circus performer costumes. This would have been confusing, but you had read and heard lots of far stranger things about parties hosted by rockstars, so you just accepted it.

You had finished your glass of champagne a few minutes ago but had decided not to get another so you could stay alert for the interview when you saw someone walking over to you out of the corner of your eye. Turning to greet them with a smile, your stomach dropped when you realized who it was: Roger Taylor.

“Hi,” you said, hoping you sounded normal while you fell to pieces on the inside.

“Hi,” he said with an easy smile. He held up one of the two champagne flutes in his hands, “Looked like you needed a top up.”

You bit your lip and hesitated for a second, but figured you just wouldn’t drink it all and accepted, clinking your glass with his and taking a sip.

“So, I don’t believe we’ve met,” he said, looking you up and down in a way that made your cheeks feel hot. “What’s your name?”

You told him just your first name, in case he knew who was interviewing him later. Even though you were completely flustered, you were going to use this opportunity to see what he was like not during an interview.

“I’m Roger,” he replied.

“I know,” you told him and he smirked, but since it was playful you laughed.

“So do you always stand off to the side alone at parties?” he asked as if he were just curious, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You rolled your eyes, “I like observing.”

“Hmm, I’m more of a partaker, but I’ll give it a try,” Roger said, coming around to the side of the table you were on and standing right next to you, the front of his left shoulder just inches behind your right one. You could practically feel the warmth radiating off of him but took another deep breath in to center yourself.

“So what exactly are you observing?” Roger leaned in to ask, his breath tickling the hair at the nape of your neck.

“Actually,” you said, turning to him quickly so he had to tilt his head back to avoid knocking your heads together. You suppressed a laugh, “You could probably help me out. I was wondering who those people are.”

Roger reluctantly broke eye contact with you to follow where your hand was gesturing, making a sound of understanding when he recognized who they were, “oh yeah, a couple years ago Fred went to some circus afterparty or something and ever since he’s invited whatever circus performers are in town to our parties because ‘we need them to offset all the boring executives.’”

He did a bit of an impression of Freddie Mercury that made you laugh, which he seemed to like.

“You know, I haven’t seen any of your bandmates in the crowd yet,” you said, hoping more conversation would distract you from how close he was and how interested he was making it clear he was.

“Well let’s see, last I saw Deaky he was up by the speakers; the man loves to dance. And Brian was over by the bar when I left him. Freddie could honestly be anywhere, but actually he’s wearing almost exactly the same color blue as you,” Roger told you, lightly touching the fabric of your dress, his palm just barely resting on your waist.

He watched your reaction, waiting to see what you would do next, whether you would welcome the contact or brush him off. You looked at his hand, then up at him, feeling his fingertips tense ever so slightly when he saw the look in your eyes. But you weren’t quite sure what to do; on one hand Roger Taylor’s hand was on your waist, on the other, you were supposed to be interviewing him very soon and any sort of fraternization wouldn’t be very professional.

Before you could decide, someone walked towards you and you looked over to see who it was, Roger withdrawing his hand at the same time.

It was the man who you had set up the interview with, Jim something? You weren’t sure that he had seen Roger’s hand, but you really hoped he hadn’t.

“It’s time,” he said with a small smile, gesturing a hand towards a pair of couches you could see on the other end of the short wall of the room.

“Can’t the interview wait Miami, I’m in the middle of a conversation,” Roger asked, a bit of whine making its way into his voice.

“I actually was talking to her, but yes, you’ll have to come along as well,” Miami replied shortly, turning and walking away, not waiting for you two to follow.

Roger turned to you, his eyebrows practically to his hairline, “You’re the reporter?”

You started walking and Roger kept up pace with you, “Yes.”

He laughed wryly, “Oh you’re good, aren’t you?”

“You’re the one who approached me, actually,” you reminded him with the raise of a brow.

“Well-- I--” Roger spluttered, trying to find his way out but failing before you had reached the rest of the band.

You smiled brightly and introduced yourself to the other three, sitting opposite of them on the other couch. They exchanged glances between you and Roger, especially when he elected to sit next to you rather than squish in with the three of them, but didn’t say anything.

From there, the interview actually went really well. Roger didn’t seem to harbor any resentment that you didn’t tell him you were going to interview him. If anything, he was more open with his flirting, making little quips and innuendos that led to a lot of ducking your head. A couple times the others intervened with a “Sorry about him, darling” from Freddie, a couple of pointed throat clearings from Brian, and a somewhat subtle kick in the shin from John. Truthfully, you wouldn’t have minded what he was saying except that you were trying to act professional in front of his bandmates and their manager, as well as get your story.

But overall, the four of you got along great, falling into a good conversation rather than an awkward interview. They appreciated that you asked informed questions about their music, which you were happy about because you had done a lot of research in preparation. Another favorite topic was fashion and you and Freddie spent a good five minutes raving about the boutique you had bought the dress from. It was kinda sad to be done with the interview, but Miami intervened, telling the band they had to get back to meet with some executives.

While they went and did that, you went to the hallway, doing a quick happy dance at how well it went before finding the phone and calling your editor.

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Brian and Freddie were taking the brunt of the interest from the executives as they had written the most songs, so Deaky turned to Roger and nodded towards the hallway where you were visible, talking on the phone.

“Bet she’s telling her editor all about how Roger the womanizer wouldn’t stop hitting on her during the interview,” he said sardonically.

Roger’s smile from seeing your excited gestures fell, “What?”

“I’ll just say that Fred and Bri will be disappointed if the interview isn’t focused on our music,” Deaky said, a warning in his tone.

Roger swallowed and nodded in understanding.

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By the time your editor had let you off the phone, it was only about ten minutes to midnight. You made your way through the excited crowd to the packed bar, hoping to grab a drink in time for the New Year. It was taking a while but you were still smiling to yourself about the interview when you felt a tap on the shoulder.

It was Roger, once again holding two flutes of champagne.

“Need a drink?” he asked, his smile almost a bit shy.

You grinned back and accepted, cheersing and taking a drink with him.

“So--”

“Oh go ahead,” Roger told you.

“I was just going to say sorry that I didn’t tell you I was a reporter, if you want anything to be off the record, just tell me what and I won’t print it,” you told him quickly. “What were you gonna say?”

Roger huffed a laugh, “Just that I’m sorry if I distracted from the interview. I should’ve let you do your job.”

“I think a lie of omission and unprofessionalism are about equal offences. No hard feelings?” you asked, looking up at him.

He nodded, sticking his hand out for you to shake. You grasped it and couldn’t help but notice how warm he still was, and how the calluses on his fingers from drumming felt against your hands. Then Roger pulled you forward by your hand and you stumbled, laughing, until you had to let go to steady yourself with a hand on his chest.

You looked up at him, searching his gaze. His hand came back to your waist tentatively and you nodded, almost imperceptible, but he saw and a small smile graced his lips. Then you heard the crowd start the countdown around you and you smiled wide.

They got to one and yelled Happy New Year!, the sound barely reaching your ears as Roger’s lips pressed to yours, tasting sweet like champagne.

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tagging bc it’s long: @drowseoftaylor @caborhapch @queenlover05 @johndeaconshands @stardust-galaxies @theblossomknows

#and its in time for those of you ahead one day!#also I don't actually like champagne #I always hoped I would but yuck fermentation #queen #roger taylor #blurb #fluff #roger meddows taylor #queen x reader #roger taylor x reader #roger meddows taylor x reader #queenmylovely #holiday advent #scorpiogemini #request

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welllpthisishappening · 3 years

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Hello there, I see you're back on blue-line drabbles! I love them, I am obsessed with this universe. I don't know if I ever came back to say hi after I read all your big fics, but somehow I liked each even better than the last! I don't know how that's possible! But anyway, I think one of the best signs of a good writer/good story is when you're not ready to leave the world once you've finished, and Blue Line is one of the few fanfics I've read where even well after I've finished it, (cont)

(cont) I want to keep living in it and I end up writing my own fic of it in my head (strange, I know). Anyway, for whatever reason, I got really invested in Roland and Lizzie's relationship. Like, how did they end up dating after knowing each other for literally Lizzie's entire life? How did the adults react? Do you have any Lizzie/Roland stories up your sleeve? They would not go unread :)

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Hello, yes, listen, this ask has lived rent free™ in my head since I first got it and I cannot properly convey how absolutely, goddamn wonderful it is. I am a broken record of outdated references , but it continues and will always amaze me that people are not only interested in Blue Line (more than three years!!! after I originally started posting) but are also interested in other characters in the story who are, for all intents and purposes, original characters at this point. Like the overall size my heart becomes when reading something like that could potentially cause a serious medical condition.

But, like, in a nice way.

So thank you, thank you, thank you. It genuinely warms the cockles of my entire soul. And, like, if you wanna share those fic ideas of the fic, you’ll never hear me say no. Just like I will never turn down the opportunity to write more stuff. Which is what’s under the cut. This stuff includes:

Roland and Lizzie’s first kiss, what I hope is some legitimate banter, more kissing, obvious flirting, and Roland being something of a sap.

Also, uh, it’s entirely possible that I have also already written: Roland and Lizzie’s first “I love you,” their wedding and some other stuff where their kid is involved. Seriously, guys, I am always down to write other relationships in this ‘verse.

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It was, she figured, something almost passably close to, sort of resembling, definitely inching somewhere nearer to—

Assured.

Unavoidable.

Inexorable

Inevitable.

That was a bad word. That last word. The third one was pretty impressive, honestly. Vocabulary, wise. She’d have to remember that one later. The last one, though. Made teeth Lizzie wasn’t even aware she possessed ache as she ground them together, a pronounced tension in her jaw that was likely affecting her shoulders as well. That word. An awful word. Boasted less-than-positive connotations, letters practically dripping with lack of self-control and overtly aggressive infatuation, but if the world expected her not to be a little in love with Roland Locksley by the time she turned fourteen and noticed that slight indentation in his right cheek every time he smiled, well, then the world had another thing coming.

Dimple, that was the appropriate description. Another word. More words. Too many words. All of them bouncing off the slope of her skull and scratching at the back of her brain, nearly distracting her from what should have been the very pleasant buzz lingering beneath whatever biological thing made up her top and bottom lips.

Which were parted in an emotion very similar to overwhelming surprise.

That was stupid.

The whole thing was stupid. God, maybe she was stupid. No, that wasn’t true. She’d made Dean’s List last semester. Stupid was—

A stupid word, really. Despite the blush rising in her cheeks and the wide eyes practically boring into her soul, bated breath that didn’t make any noise because that was what bated entailed, and no one else glanced in their direction. Not once. No one else noticed.

That the whole world had flipped upside down.

Or right-side-up, maybe. Depending on how the next five minutes or so went.

Because the last two minutes and twelve seconds, give or take, had seen Roland Locksley tilt his head and let his eyes flutter closed before his mouth found hers for the very first time — at midnight for God’s sake. On New Year’s Eve. Or New Year’s Day, she supposed. His parents were standing on the other side of the room.

Suggesting that Lizzie had ever been just a little in love with Roland was a rather monumental lie.

As far as those things went.

“So, uh—” she started, only to find blood in her mouth. From her teeth. Wayward and unpredictable, as they were. Biting down on the side of her tongue and Lizzie hated going to the dentist. Doing irreparable damage to her teeth on what was now legitimately New Year’s Day, in the middle of an annual party, was not on her schedule.

Metaphorical as it might have been.

She liked schedules. Had plans. Focus, even. People always said that about her — how focused she was, liked to throw around the word drive with startling regularity, as if they were amazed she wasn’t simply willing to rest on her laurels or the pair of last names she proudly toted around with her. As if Lizzie expected doors to swing open on a glance.

Rather than consistently preparing herself to knock them down.

She liked the challenge of it all. Appreciated the way disbelief always spiked something in her blood, and that was likely equal parts genetic predisposition and a product of her childhood, but right now, Lizzie was simply prepared to fight for the schedule she’d never allowed herself to mention to anyone else before and it wasn’t like they weren’t friends.

Talked outside the group chat, even.

That meant something. Definitely meant something. Had to mean something. Her lips felt like they’d been doused in liquid nitrogen.

She didn’t know all the scientific properties of liquid nitrogen, but it always made that rather impressive cloud of steam-type stuff on cooking shows. So, it seemed very likely that it did something similar to cause whatever was happening in the region directly surrounding her mouth. Buzzing and tingling, and whatnot.

When had Roland last blinked? Lizzie couldn’t remember. That would have been impressive in any other situation. Right now, it was sort, kind of, totally— Pissing her off.

Color dotted his cheeks, no sign of the goddamn dimple because he wasn’t smiling, presumably couldn’t do that when it was clear he was so intent on pulling his lips into his mouth, and that felt a little insulting. Her tongue had just been in that mouth.

Lizzie was fairly confident in the abilities of her tongue, so she wasn’t all that pleased to be replaced by a pair of lips that could have been doing much better work against the side of her neck.

“If you sit here right now and tell me that you are,” Lizzie lifted a finger, “one, sorry,” another finger, “two, anything even remotely resembling regretful,” another finger, wiggling close enough to Roland’s nose to make him just a bit cross-eyed, “or, three, too old for me, I will throw my heel at that bruise I know exists on the back of your left calf.”

His lips twitched.

He really had impossible eyelashes. Seemingly made so he could glance up from underneath them, to meet Lizzie’s steely expression with what she refused to believe could be cautious hope. Passable optimism, maybe. She’d have to look up what liquid nitrogen did, later.

“I’m standing.” “I hate you.”

“You wanna go in order, or how do you want to work this?” “Where else are you bruised?” Roland laughed softly, a shift of his shoulders and tiny burst of air between barely parted lips. Feeling that tiny burst meant they were standing very close to each other. How they were standing remained another mystery.

One of those great ones, Lizzie figured. The kind referenced when people talked about the sweeping potential of life and love and— Ah, fuck.

“Please don’t threaten to attack me anywhere else,” he muttered, before quickly adding, “you gotta know this was not my end game, Liza.” Narrowing her eyes did nothing to temper the…tempest. Swirling in her gut. Threatening the back of her throat. Eating away at vocal cords and vocal boxes and the structural integrity of her entire goddamn larynx. Possibly her tongue, too, just to be especially efficient.

“Really? Might’a been mine, actually.”

She’d always liked his eyes.

How they could widen, and it wasn’t like...a normal brown. Nothing about the way he looked was ever dull. Drifted toward regularly excited, and the sparkles were probably a figment of her over-active teenage imagination, but Lizzie liked to think sometimes the sparkle came from her. Because of her, even. When she’d call because he always wanted to hear about her latest lecture and he’d call because sometimes Western swings were exhausting and loneliness-inducing and—

She knew.

He knew.

They knew each other.

Grand scheme, the sparkle-prone eyes still weren’t particularly close to the dimple. On the list of things Lizzie liked. What left butterflies fluttering in her stomach and her heart hammering against her chest. Sparkle was probably a solid fourth. Behind the precise way his curls fell toward his eyebrows when he didn’t have time to get his hair cut. Which rarely happened during the season. Right now, it was happening right now. Well-defined strands that Lizzie knew felt even smoother than she’d ever theorized between her fingers, and she wasn’t sure what she was going to do with that information.

Obsess over it, probably.

For at least the next week, or so.

Still. Eyes. Eyelashes. Too long and too bright, and that was the wrong description order and she was starting to teeter. On the edge of a rather dramatic free-fall. Into feelings and possibility, and this was way too dramatic. For both of them.

“Don’t do that,” she mumbled, a scrunch of her nose that apparently demanded his thumb. Brushing against the bridge, and there wasn’t any caution there. No obvious fear or concern. For the way it left Lizzie’s lungs pinched, and there must have been a limit.

To everything her internal organs could cope with in a limited span of time.

“What was the last one on the list?” She swallowed. “Too old.” “Yuh-huh.” “Pretty flimsy as far as excuses go. You realize I’m not asking you to marry me right now, right?” He choked. On what, she wasn’t entirely sure. Only that it made her stomach heave and her teeth dig into her lower lip, and that was— “Because I know I said, end game,” Lizzie continued, giving in to the need to fill empty space with the sound of her own voice, “but that sounds like several pop culture references all at once, and you know how much I—”

“Hate to come across as disingenuous.” “Mattie’s the pop culture reference machine, anyway.” “Please don’t talk about Matt when I keep thinking about how much I want to kiss you again.” Her eyes, that time. Widened. Bugged. Did something unnatural. “Yeah?” “You’re kidding me, right?” “You’re not an old man.” Rolling his eyes, Roland’s tongue dragged across the front of his teeth. To torture her, apparently. “I was in college when you were a freshman in high school.” “Yuh-huh.” “Liza.” “Nah, nah,” Lizzie shook her head. Crossed her arms. Tried to stand up to her full height, but even the heels didn’t do much to add to the overall intimidation factor. Roland was doing an awful job of fighting off his smile. “Pulling out ancient nicknames is not—” “—It’s not a nickname; it’s literally letters in your name.” “Nick,” she leaned forward, “name. All personal-like.”

Making mistakes was not something she enjoyed very much. It was that Jones competitive streak. Plus, the Vankald stubborn streak. Created a monster of determination, who knew what she wanted, and feeling Roland’s fingers graze her cheek as a strand of hair hung limply in the minimal space between them was the result of Lizzie’s mistaken movement.

Even as much as she might have wanted it.

Goosebumps prickled her arms. Stole whatever oxygen she’d managed to get in the last forty-six seconds, or so. Her eyes fluttered. Head tilted. Towards the touch and the warmth, and for someone who spent so much time on the ice, he really was impossibly warm.

“This is your fault.”

He didn’t move his fingers. Cupped her cheek, instead. “You were doing that eyebrow thing.” “Expand on that for me.” “Lifting ‘em. Happens sometimes. When you’re listening intently. Like you’re a little amazed by new information. They’re these stupid little arches on your face. Drives me nuts.” “The compliment was in there somewhere, I’m sure of it.” “I am so much older than you, Liza.” “Shouldn’t’a played out a bunch of teenage daydreams at once, then.” She was legitimately worried about the state of his tongue. Barely biting back her laugh, Lizzie let her eyes lift. To find Roland gaping at her, drooped shoulders and puppy-dog eyes. And that goddamn dimple. “C’mon, this isn’t...do you think I haven’t made out with people before?” “Wouldn’t classify what we just did as a makeout.” “No?” His eyes darkened. Shivering was probably not a good move, right? Right. Definitely. She wasn’t shivering. It was just...January. And inside. With dozens of people around them. “I would not, no,” Roland said, and the drop in overall volume was some sort of trick. Or, something.

“How many people do you think you’ve made out with? Ballpark it for me.” “No.” “Is the issue a lack of appropriate numbers to tally that mark, or—” She bit her tongue, again. At the flash of amused frustration sweeping his face and polluting the molecules of whatever air was hovering between them. Permeating was a better word. Lizzie really needed to work on all of that. Words. Being slightly less jealous of potential make outs that didn’t have anything to do with her and definitely happened because there had to be other people out there in the world who simply could not cope with the existence of that dimple.

“How many people have you made out with, then?” “Scores,” Lizzie snarled, only to get immediately scoffed at. “I’m really, incredibly popular.” “Oh, I’ve got no doubt.” “Boatloads of guys. Lining up to,” she pointed an imperious finger at her mouth, “make out with this.” “Your well-defined chin?” “I’m going to take my shoe off.” “Draw attention with a move like that.” Whatever fight she had didn’t immediately die. It just, sort of, fell. At her feet, threatening all the bones there and there were too many. All of them far too fragile. For whatever metaphor she was running with at the moment. “And we’re not trying to do that, huh? Draw attention.” “Shouldn’t you be out sowing wild oats?” “Really know how to charm a girl,” she grumbled, and that got her a smile. No scoff. Not even the hint of a smile. The whiplash was hurting her neck. “Trust me, the oats have appropriately sowed. If I was ever particularly inclined to farm work.” “I’m starting to be vaguely embarrassed by all of this.” “Good.” Wasn’t quite a scoff. Was more like a half-hearted laugh, and a tinge of desire and that was better than the other emotions, but the decreasing level of Roland’s eyebrows gave her pause. “What about the status of your oats?”

“Well sowed, rookie season,” Roland said.

“You’re going to change the name on your jersey.” “Not sure that particular fact has a lot to do with anything else. Seven years, Liza.” “I’m perfectly capable of doing math, you know I took that stats class once.” “Because I double checked everything you turned in.” “Makes you slightly less of an idiot than the vibe you're giving off right now.” “A freeway or compliments.” Pulling in a deep inhale through her nose, Lizzie didn’t miss the way Roland’s gaze fell. To the neckline of her dress, lingering on the jut of her collarbones for a few seconds longer than a strictly platonic friendship should allow, and they were friends. Still. She knew that as well as she knew that he believed she thought he was simply being clever with nicknames.

And not making vaguely incorrect My Fair Lady references.

Because he’d always been a little annoyed that Eliza had gone back to Henry Higgins. Instead of Freddie.

It was really impossible not to be a little in love with him at all times.

“You’re really going to hyphenate?” Roland nodded. “Think of all the new jerseys they’ll sell.” “By the box-load, and Gina’s gonna buy the entire stock. She’s—that’s really nice, you know.” “Just a fact. Little late, but—” He shrugged. Lizzie’s smile threatened to split her face. In that same nice way, she’d been talking about. Her lips were still buzzing. She might have been buzzing. With adrenaline. Happiness. The near-desperate desire to find some type of closet and get her fingers back in Roland’s questionably long hair.

“Of naming conventions.” She couldn’t begin to guess what the record was for shoulder shifts in an emotionally charged conversation between two people who were simultaneously ignoring the point of the conversation, but Lizzie also knew her eyebrows had been halfway up her face as he’d detailed the reasons for making his jersey say Mills-Locksley. From here on out.

Maybe that was the top of the list, actually.

He was a good guy.

Had always been a good guy. The best guy, really.

Falling into that chasm wasn’t nearly as terrifying as Lizzie expected it to be.

“Why’d you do it?” Roland’s lips disappeared. His tongue moved, again. She was staring at the area around his tongue. So, like, his mouth. Directly at his mouth. “Because, I uh—have wanted to?” “Oh, don’t phrase that like a question.” “Wanted to,” he repeated, a statement of fact with a certain amount of conviction. Enough to make Lizzie’s pulse sputter. “Which is kind of freaking me out.” “Come back with more compliments.” “Your dress nearly made me fall over.” “Better, actually,” she laughed.

He ran his fingers through his hair. “Made sense at the time.” “Be more specific.” “Kissing you,” Roland said, enough emphasis that he leaned forward half an inch as well. It was a miracle their noses didn’t collide. Not the most impressive miracle, but—counted. “If I tell you that you might be my best friend does that make the lamest professional hockey player alive?” “Yes, absolutely.” “Matt might challenge you to a duel if he hears me talking like this, you know.” “God, Locksley, didn’t we just talk about the Mattie rules? Also, that made it sound like Mattie wants to kiss you too, so...”

He chuckled. Fingers still tugging on the back of his hair, like he was trying to ground himself in the pull and the self-inflicted tension, Roland looked up. Back at her. And Lizzie didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. Held her position and prepared herself to defend the schedule she’d only ever allowed herself to hope for in the silence of that one corner in her brain.

Filled, as it was, with memories. Of conversations that didn’t have anything to do with hockey. Others that did. Arguing over blue line placement in the brownstone and college rankings. Of movies watched on two different laptops in different corners of the country, bad jokes, and consistent updates, that deep-rooted understanding that came from a life full of expectations and the exact opposite. No overt pressure, but the need to prove yourself anyway, if only because of the name on the back of the jersey, and Lizzie was going to have to buy a new jersey.

“You like me? Yes, or no?” Roland smiled. Wide and honest, the kind that ensured the dimple was on prominent display. “Yes.” “I am a grown adult? Yes, or no?” Crinkles appeared around his eyes. From the smile.

“Yes.” “Meaning I get to make my own choices. Romantically, or otherwise. Yes, or no?” “Obviously.” “Wasn’t one of the options.” “Yes,” Roland corrected, fingers trailing over the bend of her elbow. Lizzie hadn’t uncrossed her arms. Or remembered when she’d crossed them in the first place.

“Ok, good. Same page, then.” “Liza.” “Locksley.” Lifting her eyebrows wasn’t a challenge, per se. Was closer to instinct, really. Specifics didn’t matter, honestly. She did that thing with her eyebrows, and he did that thing with his mouth, the same one she was staring at and hoping would move closer to her, and then—

Well, it did.

Hands found Lizzie’s hips, pulling her forward sharply enough that she let out a soft grunt. From the feel of hips bumping against hers, and she honestly wasn’t sure who hissed in their next inhale, only that it did something to the flutter-like state of her pulse and the erratic nature of her heart, and it was slow and fast and good and great and not a single person noticed.

Miracles were arriving en masse, apparently.

Pushing her fingers into Roland’s hair got Lizzie another hum of approval, the first brush of his tongue making her lips part and her head fall to the side, but then his hand was wrapped around the back of her neck, and she could not be expected to pay attention to anything except the semi-consistent swipe of his thumb against her skin. It left more goosebumps. Caused another chuckle, the kind that rumbled through her and resonated around her, a tiny bubble of that same cautious optimism from before.

Like a spark.

Fanning flames and threatening to burn everything because if this didn’t work, then Lizzie wasn’t sure what would, and that was scary and overwhelming and terrifying was a synonym, but she really was working with very limited word-based resources when Roland’s thumb kept moving. Tracing her. Committing the feel to memory, and she wasn’t sure when they’d established the rocking pattern they were moving in, but something deep in the center of her trusted it.

Someone who regularly strapped knives to his feet and raced around at top speed knew how to stay balanced. And she was a stubborn idiot. Who got what she wanted.

“Is part of liking me because I told you I didn’t think it was embarrassing that you still got a little emotional about Miracle on 34th Street?” Laughter pushed past her lips. Took root in the pit of her stomach and the spaces between her ribs. Laced through her heart. In the kind of way that cemented itself. Right in the middle of Lizzie. Right in the middle of this. Them.

There was a them, now.

“Was definitely a factor, yeah,” Roland said, not bothering to pull away. “You, uh—you snuck up on me a little, Liza.” “Peak romance.” “Want me to talk about your dress some more?” She shook her head. “Unnecessary. And you didn’t.” “That might be part of the problem.” “Nursing old crushes, you mean?” Her hair hit her cheek. And his hand. He couldn’t seem to let go of her. “Nah, this wasn’t like...there was no torch, not really. I—I wasn’t hanging posters of you on my wall if that’s the picture you’ve painted for yourself.” “Kinda disappointing, admittedly.” “Pick a lane, babe.” No sparkle, that time. Just flash and want and the very thin line Lizzie’s lips had become. “Be more specific,” Roland repeated softly. “You’re not standing on a pedestal. Just you, Rol, as is.” He waited. That was fair. There should have been more. Should have been a detailed list of all the reasons the grown-up version of her liked so many parts of the grown-up version of him, but that all felt a little extraneous when she was still thinking about closet-type possibilities and that stubborn streak was a mile wide, anyway.

Roland nodded once. “Good.”

Both of them jumped. At the pop of another champagne bottle and Lizzie never understood how Regina managed to order so much champagne every year, but she felt a bit like she was floating on the bubbles, and they didn’t decide. Explicitly. To keep the whole thing—

Secret.

Another bad word. With bad connotations and shadows that clung to the definition, but this was them and only them and, for right now, that was enough. And if no one noticed the way Roland’s hand drifted over the small of Lizzie’s back during David’s speech, then that was a miracle she was willing to accept.

#blue line rambles #blue line one shots #these really are just original characters at this point #i have also written:#matt and claire meeting for the first time #henry and ella meeting for the first time #stuff about peggy and jeremy humbert #and i've got a whole list of will x belle stuff #in case it wasn't ovbious people still aren't responding to my emails #oh! also roland and lizzie's engagement #i wrote that too #also if you are so inclined: wilder days by morgan wade played like four times while i wrote this #mylifeisalifestyle #laura rambles

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