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oh-my-damn · 1 year

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You know what, I read through all your post yesterday and today and I want to thank you for shining a light on this problematic behavior. I also want to thank you for allowing me to see his relationship with Jenny from a different perspective.

Jenny like Alba was agreeable in the beginning. I mean she ended her marriage so she could be with Chris. It was all puppy love and dream seventh grade boyfriend at the start. She enjoys being around him and his circle. She loves that she include in everything from Vegas to Disney. I’m her mind she got the quarterback at the price of altering her personality to fit his.

Eventually all puppy love fades and that’s where couples struggle. She begins to question his fuckboy behavior. Why he feels the need to constantly party, go to strip clubs, but the majority of their time together is spent at his house doing what he wants spewing his pseudo intellectual bullshit.

He really fooled Jenny too. She was in a vulnerable time in her life after ending her marriage. It looks like he love bombed her by showing up to her premiere, confer shows and book reading. Spending time with her support system was easy because it’s a few suburbs over so he really doesn’t need to put much effort in.

She starts causing too much trouble and becoming less agreeable so he ends it. He goes back to his fuckboy ways and now Jenny is stuck with the realization that she left her husband for this douche. They talk about each other in interviews, looked awkward AF at the premiere and that’s that.

Until late summer/early fall when the realization hits Chris that he doesn’t need to pick up women and have a FWB rotation with ATL women if he just apologizes. I’m sure he hit her with the it’ll be different this time, I promise to change speech and she fell for it. Nothing changes. It’s just the same shit different day. They continue their relationship because their both in ATL working so it’s easy and convenient. Then they both wrap and the curtains lift up and she realizes she got duped again.

Once a fuckboy always a fuckboy. Chris strikes me as the guy who expects his meat and potatoes on the table when he gets home. I partially blame his upbringing because that’s how he was raised. He had a stay at home mom who did everything for her family and I think he wants the same for himself. If he’s going after an independent woman it’s strictly for the purposes of stripping her independence away from her because I think he gets a big thrill from it. It’s clear he likes being in control. Being in control gives him power over you and your life. If he’s the sole breadwinner then you have to depend on him and can’t really leave. He boxes them in without them even realizing it.

THIS. I COULD NOT HAVE SAID IT BETTER MYSELF.

And the end part !!

I actually mused over this not too long ago bc as you may or may not know, I started writing a book (before all of this) about Chris in a secret relationship and it is still ongoing and when this came out it really spun me for a loop and I couldn't write it for a long time.

Anyway, in it, she's a lawyer, so not in the industry, and they keep it quiet to protect her.

But I had this written down before the articles came out and stuff in my drafts, its an interaction with them that is SO REAL to me bc this is legit what everyone should remember when in a relationship (I know I'm more aware of this due to law school but its an important lesson)

I'm so sorry this is long but I didn't know how to cut it down without losing the point of it, so I'm gonna put it under a cut.

I don't think many of my readers realized how important a conversation like this in a relationship where one partner makes a hell of a lot more money than the other. It's easy to get swept up and give in to it, but then what happens when its over? You're alone, standing there, having given up on your dreams, your safety net, for what? A boyfriend?

Any lawyer knows to never do this because we've seen the cases but I can tell you that it happens way more often than it should.

Anyway, here it is, read if you want, my point is that I agree with everything you said so much !!!!

This is the excerpt from the stranger with the money/work dynamic talk:

"Fuck work," he grumbles sleepily, his voice deep and groggy, "Stay."

I let out a small laugh, pushing my back into his chest as he wraps a long leg over my hip to press into me more insistently.

"I can't," I reply with a smile, finding one of his hands and entwining our fingers, "I need to work."

"Why?" He half whines, huffing against my neck, "Work is no fun, stay here with me. I promise to give you a good time."

I chuckle, "Well, I need work for money. And you know, that's without mentioning that entire 'I want to achieve my dreams' thing."

"I have money," Chris murmurs against my neck, "Take some of mine."

I snort out a laugh, shaking my head in response, "I don't want your money, I want my own money."

Chris huffs jokingly, his warm breath tickling the back of my neck, "Are you saying my money's no good?"

"Mhmm," I giggle, "That's exactly what I'm saying."

"How dare you," Chris grumbles, his arms releasing their hold for only a moment before he turns me onto my back. He leans on his forearm to hover over me, a teasing glint in his cerulean blues, "What's wrong with my money?"

I grin as I look up at him, reaching up to card my fingers through his mussed up morning hair, "I didn't earn your money. I earned mine."

"So?" He questions, leaning down to nudge my nose with his own, "If I wanted to share my money with you, it would technically become yours."

"Yeah, but that's not how it works," I chuckle, my hand trailing down the side of his face to stroke his beard, "I wouldn't feel comfortable spending money that wasn't my own."

That makes his brows furrow. He tilts his head, blue eyes gazing over my face before he asks, "You don't think you'd.. ever, feel comfortable with that?"

I mirror his curious look, letting my fingers trail over his cheek, "What do you mean?"

"Weeelllll...." he drags out the word, maneuvering around until he can place his beefy body between my legs. His upper body hovers over mine, leaning on his forearms, as I let my fingers run through his soft locks.

"What if," he continues, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "For example, hypothetically, we were married. Would you still feel weird about it?"

I let out a surprised chuckle, tilting my head as I look up at him. My fingers card through his hair as I shake my head, "No, if we were married it would be different."

"Why's that?" he muses, leaning into my touch with a soft smile on his face.

"Because then we'd be married," I reply with a smile, "Being married is a whole different type of security. I wouldn't have to worry about becoming reliant on you, or your money, or your lifestyle, and risk that you'd be able to pull the rug out from under me suddenly."

His brows furrow, and I quickly add, "Not that I think you would! Of course not, I just mean logistically, like, rationally, as a lawyer, we know the pitfalls in these types of situations. Becoming reliant on your boyfriend is never a good idea."

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ghostwriterdiariesxoxo · 2 years

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Down For You *T E A S E R!*

Chapter 11: (The Cheerleader) is posting this weekend. I’ve made the decision to leave some of the original teaser off to play it safe for Tumblr. This chapter will be EXPLICITLY ADULT CONTENT ONLY compared to things Ive posted before.....except maybe “Make it Quick.” So, if for any reason you read my stuff because you like to keep it light....you’ve been respectfully warned. lol.

Anyways...here it is :)

The city of Atlanta is practically shimmering in the light of late morning. Sitting on the floor by the window I look out over the skyline, feeling the tug of homesickness already because by this time tomorrow Bo and I will be in the air, halfway to the city of Angels. I turn my gaze back to the purple Tulips Bo gave me yesterday, where they sit on the floor in front of me in a half glass of water and I trace my fingers softly over the waxy surface of the petals. In a way, it feels like I’ve acquired a pet goldfish or something—because I’m suddenly worried about what I’m going to do with them before we leave for L.A. Obviously I can’t expect a glass of Tulips to survive the journey through the ATL airport, through customs, a nearly five-hour flight and certainly not the airport traffic at LAX.

“I didn’t think it was necessary to tell you, Eric.” The stress in Bo’s voice catches my attention and pulls my focus from the pending floral orphans. He paces the hotel room, chewing his nails like it’s his last meal. He’s been on the phone with Eric for nearly an hour now, after deciding to come clean about the arrangement between him and Camille. Why? Because the video that was released yesterday has sparked an all-out- WAR.

Camille’s die-hard fan base is coming after Bo and they’re carrying metaphorical pitchforks. Because of the nature of the footage, including her crying, and him practically yelling at her, the speculations have spun out of control across the media and the general public. They’re now accusing him of being abusive, toxic and the number one trending hashtag on Twitter today is #cancelburnham.

However—now more than ever—one thing is very clear. Camille might have a larger fan base. But Bo’s fans….are viciously loyal. They’ve launched a counter-attack against Camille and her followers based on how obvious it was that Bo didn’t want to be kissed. And this brings us to the next highest trending hashtag on Twitter today, #cancelmouthrape. Yeah— It’s a bit theatrical but it has a nice ring to it.

Only a few minutes later the call finally comes to an end and Bo chucks his cell, rather violently, onto the bed. It bounces like a stone skimming across a lake and crashes into the headboard. Bo sighs, resting his hands, fingers laced, on the top of his head. I’m trying to think of something comforting to say but I’m distracted by the sexy little section of tummy that shows anytime he lifts his arms.

“Are you just hanging out with those flowers right now?” Bo grins, eyeing the Tulips.

“They’re getting some sun,” I explain. He huffs a quiet laugh, dropping his arms back to his side. But when his smile fades he looks purely defeated. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Of course,” he says, with a shrug. “This shit sucks but it’s not ruining my day.” He saunters over and lowers to the floor by my side. And while he gazes out over the city, I can’t help but to gaze at him. His hair and all of its sweeping, tapered glory is laying unusually perfect today and the sun hitting his bright, salmon color tee-shirt, casts a glow over his face causing the contrasting blue of his eyes to appear unnaturally vivid.

I’ve admired a lot of gorgeous guys in my life and in a slightly shallow way I’ve always had a sense of pride in the fact that I get plenty of attention from, and have dated, nothing but exceptionally pretty men. But there’s something about Bo that strikes differently. I don’t just admire his looks—I’m transfixed by them. Sometimes it's so overwhelming it causes an ache in my chest or even frustrates me in some weird way. Like when he slightly tilts his head back and flashes that airy smile. Or how sometimes when he’s in deep thought, he tosses his head to the side, lowers his gaze, and shadows play in the pools under his set deep-set eyes. I could go on and on but the point is—he’s beautiful to me in a way I don’t think I could ever burn through or grow tired of.

Eventually, I manage to join him in the fixed gaze over the city and I lay my head on his shoulder. And for a while, we sit quietly, just appreciating the view and the dwindling time we have left here in the heart of the Peach State.

Several hours have passed and I’ve spent a majority of that time getting dressed for our dinner date tonight. I’m not usually the type that spends an excessive amount of time getting ready to go out, but today, I decided to take my time, for once.

“We gotta leave in a few, babe,” Bo says, from outside the bathroom door.

“Be out in a sec,” I reply, not able to control the smile forcing its way onto my lips. He’s only called me that a couple of times, but I’ve learned that it turns me into a gushing middle schooler, trying to hold down a squeal.

I give myself a last glance over in the mirror and I’m feeling pretty damn good about it. As I pull the dark loose waves of my nearly waist-length hair over the front of my shoulders, I make a mental note to put more effort into doing my makeup like I did tonight because it’s pretty flawless and apparently If I take my time, I can successfully apply winged eyeliner. But none of it excites me more than finally getting to break in my gorgeous, sparkly, little black dress that perfectly shows off my shoulders, collar bones and somehow makes my legs look like they go on for days.

Finally ready, I start out of the bathroom but stop dead in my tracks—when I get an eye full of him—in all his towering beauty, leaning coolly back against the glass, one ankle crossed casually over the other. I take a quick moment to drink him in, while his eyes are down and he’s still unaware that I’m technically in the room. The city sparkling like a backdrop behind him only adds to how sickly stunning he looks in a fitted charcoal blazer over a white collard button-down and his hands are tucked in the pockets of his dark denim dress pants until he lifts one to check his watch.

In this moment I swear to god, I don’t care anymore about going out, because I’d rather stay in this room and give him a list of all the dirty shit I just imagined him doing to me.

I quickly resume my entrance into the room as he lowers his watch, sweeps his hair back, and his eyes land on me. Bo’s standing here looking like a model in one of those cinematic cologne commercials and his eyes are tracing over my body in a way that mothers warn their daughters about. Although In my case, it was my father.

I’m suddenly wracked with an overwhelming feeling I can’t identify and I can literally feel my brain turning stupid.

“S-s- sorry I - took forever,” I stammer. Am I having a fucking stroke right now?

“Worth the wait,” he says quietly as his eyes return to mine.

I quickly look away, slipping on my heels, laid out on the foot of the bed, because I just now realize what the feeling is. The feeling I’m currently drowning in at this very moment. I didn’t recognize it before, because I’ve never actually experienced being painfully shy. Especially with Bo. But here I am right now, under his gaze, feeling like some innocent little lamb of a girl, naïve and untouched— and the only thing I can come up with to make sense of it, is the simple fact that regardless of how insanely sexy I’ve always found him, he was still just that obnoxious kid I had a crush on and it grew into more. And until tonight, I haven’t once actually seen the man he’s grown into. And he has.

Suddenly, at the most inconvenient moment, I’m starting to piece together the brilliant level of perception that Bo possesses. Because It’s only now that I’m able to read between the lines of what he’s been saying this whole time, especially since he said what he did at the aquarium and when he found my cheerleader uniform and quickly changed directions. Reluctantly putting it in the Escalade only upon my request, with zero intentions to act on his original plan for it. Because he knows exactly how I’ve seen him this whole time, and he’s afraid to ruin that image that he so clearly knows I have of him.

He’s only recently found the ability to filter a large portion of his behavior. He told me that himself in the form of “There’s parts of me that I don’t recognize anymore… I’m a fucking asshole…” and of course, “You’ve only had sex with the version of me that loves you.”

And that’s just it-- I’m feeling like this right now because the way he just looked at me, is genuinely a part of Bo that’s a stranger to me. He slipped—and he doesn’t even realize it. But there’s nothing about it that’s ruining his image.

And now, I have a shark-eyed, laser focus on one thing—and one thing only. After tonight—once we get to L.A—I’m going to know that stranger. I’m going to know him in every way. There’s no other option available for him

With that plan, now set in stone, I relax. Tonight I’m just going to enjoy my date and whatever he wants to do after….I’m so fucking down for it.

#Bo Burnham #Bo Burnam #boburnham #OhBo #fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #fan fic #bo burnham fanfiction #bo burnham fanfic #bo burnham x reader #ao3 #AO3 fanfic #ao3feed

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satendou · 4 years

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⟼ some kind of disaster

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⇢ pairing: tendo/reader

⇢ au: atl!au, college!au

⇢ summary: tendo knows he is, he was just waiting for you to figure it out

⇥ masterlist

⇢ warnings: angst, breakups, akaashi being a good friend, semi being (maybeb too much of) an asshole

⇢ word count: 3496

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⇢ a/n: 1) this is unedited. 2) i have a serious complex about this whole series now due to how well monster did, so i’m sorry if anyone is disappointed by this chapter.

i’m a liar i’m a cynic i’m a sinner, i’m a saint i’m a loser i’m a critic i’m the ghost of my mistakes and it’s all my fault that i’m still the one you want what are you after, some kind of disaster

They say falling in love is easy, it’s falling out of love that’s hard. What they fail to mention is how hard it is to still be in love even when you know it isn’t what’s best for you.

And right then, Tendo wasn’t good for you.

It had been several months since that first night and, though you had known it wouldn’t be easy, you had never expected it to be like it was. He had more issues than you could have imagined and a staunch refusal to talk about them. You had your guesses about why which you tried to understand, but the way he handled any small argument or misunderstanding in your relationship was unbearable and unhealthy.

Even now, he wasn’t speaking to you and it was tearing you apart. You weren’t even aware of what you had done because he wouldn’t tell you and you couldn’t for the life of you recall having done anything specific.

“Are you gonna do it today?” Akaashi asked, his words soft, full of understanding. The classical literature class you shared with him was over, and he hovered beside your chair waiting for you to gather your thoughts and your items up. He knew most of what had been happening with Tendo and sympathized because he also knew how enamored you had become with him. It was understandable-- you had been dating for a while, but he had seen a slow decline in your mood over the last few months. After the honeymoon period was over, he would guess, and the little issues that always crop up in relationships started to manifest.

He recalled the night two weeks ago when you had come to him asking for advice, and it all poured out over takeout and wine. Even Bokuto, who always saw the bright side of things, remained in silent shock at everything happening behind the scenes.

You said he was never violent or angry or irrational. He would just...ignore you for hours or days on end, sometimes for things you couldn’t even determine, then come back like nothing had happened. If you did have an argument, no matter how small, he would just walk away without even trying to come to an agreement, then refuse to speak to you like normal until he decided he was done with that.

Akaashi’s heart broke for you as you sobbed into first your hands and then Bokuto’s shoulder, though he couldn’t refrain from smiling at Bokuto’s sympathy tears. His partner really was too cute for words.

Then you had spoken the dreaded words he was sure had been sitting in your throat for a lot longer than it had taken you to come to him.

“I think I’m going to break up with him.”

The relief that drew across your face as you said that was evident that you weren’t thinking about it, that you just needed support to go through with it. Of course, he and Bokuto were more than willing to give you that.

“I think so,” you murmured, taking your time packing up your stuff. The text you had sent at the beginning of class went unanswered, but marked that it was read two minutes after you sent it.

We need to talk.

It was too obvious what that meant and you were dreading the confrontation to come. You weren’t worried about him getting aggressive. In fact, you were pretty sure you knew how this was going to go down. Like every other argument, he was going to pretend it wasn’t happening and walk away.

The door was too loud when it opened, the students out in the hall too happy when Akaashi opened it. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw Tendo standing across from the door staring out the window with a pensive expression. Then it clenched with all the emotions you were feeling, good and bad and your head spun with anxiety. He looked so sad, his usually vibrant red eyes dull and blank as he watched whatever was going on in the quad.

“I’ll wait for you, okay?” Akaashi asked. You nodded absently, eyes still locked on Tendo. For most people, he would be afraid they were going to renege on their resolve and give into the false promises of change. But the change he had witnessed in you over the last few months and the quiet sadness in your softly spoken words a couple of weeks back had given him a different feeling. You would go through with it, and it was going to shatter you.

Tendo still didn’t look at you when you called his name and, if you had been wavering at all, that shut it down. But he followed you anyway, until you found a secluded spot down an empty hallway.

You took a deep, stuttery breath. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” he asked, and his voice was icy. He didn’t even seem to care about the tears starting to fall or the way you swiped them away. But it pierced his heart, knowing it was him that caused them, and he knew what was coming. He had known it would end this way the moment he fell for you. He had ended up hurting you just as he’d said he would, and yet he’d let it get this far anyway.

“I’m sorry for whatever it is I did this time. And I’m sorry, but-- I don’t think I can do this anymore,” you whispered, drawing him back to the present.

Silence followed those words. You still weren’t looking at him, so you missed the widening of those sleepy vermillion eyes you’d so come to love and the hands that caressed you so gently curling into fists at his sides.

He knew it, but couldn’t stop the surprise, even as the first crack appeared in his heart. “I-- What?”

It was so hard. Without meaning to, you had fallen in love with him, flaws and baggage and all. You should’ve known better. You had known it wouldn’t be easy to love him but it...it was so much harder than you had been expecting. Too much of your time was spent wondering what you had done to upset him this time and why he was ignoring you, because Tendo didn’t talk about his feelings with you. He left them on a back burner on high until they were so burnt they were unrecognizable, and when he was done being pouty he would seek you out and act like nothing was wrong.

There was no communication in your relationship-- if you could even call it that at this point. You couldn’t find a point to being together if every other day you had done something new to drive him away. It was taxing on you, your mental health plummeting because you were constantly worried about if something was wrong with you. It wasn’t until one of your other friends pointed out how different you were that you turned inward and discovered that particular truth.

You were struggling to keep it together by then, the pain in your heart and the tightness in your throat threatening to overwhelm you. You still hadn’t looked at Tendo. It was too hard-- you would never be able to get the words out if he was staring at you with hurt and confusion.

Taking a steadying breath, you said, “I can’t fix you, Tendo. This-- This thing we have isn’t healthy, it’s-- we spend more time f-fighting than we do-- or you spend more time ignoring* me for things I-- I don’t even know why half the time and I’m constantly wondering what I’ve done--”

You stopped.

Your thoughts were racing in time with the throbbing pain in your chest and your voice had risen into a high-pitched, breathless mess and you couldn’t think. Breathing in deep, you closed your eyes, letting the tears fall as they may just to give you some relief from the pressure in your throat and once again you missed the look of fear on Tendo’s face.

He’d seen it coming. He had been expecting it for weeks, but didn’t know he would still be blindsided by it. It was his own fault, expecting you to chase after him and deal with his bullshit on your own. He knew it wasn’t fair, but every time he considered the alternative, he clammed up. Still, he wanted to reach out, to comfort you and tell you he would change, but he knew it wasn’t true.

His problems were deep rooted and it wasn’t his partner’s job to put him back together-- even he knew that.

So his nails continued to bite into his palms at his side as he let you spill every pent up emotion, just waiting for the final door to slam in his face.

“But it isn’t me,” you whispered, so quiet he almost missed it. At long last, you lifted your head up and met his eyes. Those beautiful red eyes that you often found yourself lost in were bright and clear and dead, not a trace of emotion anywhere in them. Like he didn't care, and that only made you cry harder. “I know it’s you and I can’t do it anymore. Everything you do makes me-- I’m not the problem, Tendo.” He flinched at the use of his surname and you ignored it. “I love you, you know that? I don’t know when or how, but I do know why. But I also know we aren’t healthy and this relationship is-- it isn’t a relationship. It just isn’t. I don’t know what it is but I--”

He swallowed as your shoulders fell. The words he wanted to say bubbled on his tongue and he bit them back. Hearing you say them now was a cruelty he knew he deserved after the way he’d been treating you, but he still wanted to lash out and break you like you had broken him. But as a last kindness for what you had given him, he only turned and walked away.

The silence that remained spoke volumes like the space that had developed between you, and you left as well, leaving everything behind.

Akaashi was waiting for you just around the corner from the hall, watching Tendo shove through the crowd and out of sight. His hand was warm against your cheek as he wiped away the lingering tears. For now, they had stopped, but he knew more would come.

It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, in some regards. The weight of your feelings for him still remained, and you knew they would take some time to slide off as well. Akaashi was watching you with kind sympathy, his quiet company a relief as you looped your arm with his, letting him lead you out into the warm spring air. It seemed almost cruel that the weather was so nice when you were so miserable, and a few more tears spilled.

Guilt accompanied every breath that you felt so light following your breakup, but you knew it was for the best. Nothing good would come of remaining with Tendo when he was so mixed up-- you couldn’t make him happy if he couldn’t make himself happy, and vice versa.

Bokuto’s voice rang loud over the sound of the rest of the crowd, waving his hand above his head at the pair of you.

“Shall we go get something to eat? And it’s Friday, you can stay with us, if you’d like,” Akaashi said, his voice soothing and melodic to your ringing ears. Suddenly you were more than grateful to have him and Bokuto in your life-- even if the latter was a bit obnoxious.

Like now, he was literally tugging you and Akaashi along behind him, talking nonstop about food, not listening to a word Akaashi was saying. But when you looked over to your friend, he didn’t look aggravated. He looked content and amused, staring at his partner with a soft fondness that made you almost jealous as you thought about when Tendou would look at you that same way.

There was a sharp pang in your heart as you realized he probably wouldn’t look twice at you again. Because that’s just how Tendou was. He ignored his problems and waited until they just went away. And you needed more than that.

i crashed down from a high that felt so real i never knew how much it would hurt to feel you gotta hurt sometimes to learn to heal you gotta get back up and learn to deal, yeah and it’s all my fault that i’m still the one you want

“You’re a fool, you know that?” Semi said. Though it was posed as a question, Tendo knew perfectly well that Semi was telling him what he already knew. As soon as Tendo had shown up in front of him, Semi had snapped that and he could only nod in agreement. “I always knew you’d do this. _____ was perfect for you but you--”

“I know, alright,” Tendou snapped, curling his fists into hands. It was almost impossible for him to hold back the tears that had been threatening to fall since he’d first gotten your text an hour and a half ago. Like the coward he was, he had ignored it and met you outside your class instead, a part of him hoping it would just go away if you saw him. But the hopelessness in your eyes when you had looked at him told him he wouldn’t get his wish this time. “I know I’m a fucking idiot, and _____ was always too good for me.”

A flash of your face and the echo of your words replayed in his addled brain.

“I don’t know what I’ve done this time.”

You hadn’t done anything. You had never done anything. He was a coward when it came to arguments but when he was ignoring you it wasn’t because of you.

It was him, all his fears bubbling to the surface and an attempt to push you away, to make you realize you were worth more than whatever he had to offer.

“Whatever we have is unhealthy.”

“It isn’t even a relationship.”

He was unhealthy, he knew he was, and it had driven you away from him. He only had himself to blame.

Semi huffed, watching Tendo closely. He was doing that blank thing he did to mask his feelings when he couldn’t handle them, turning into himself instead of applying the burden to someone else. He was sure he was doing it to you in your relationship too, and you probably didn’t understand because Tendo wasn’t being open. It was a vicious cycle, one Semi had seen too often. “I’m glad you realize, you idiot.” Then, more softly, he said, “I’m sorry, for what it’s worth. I know you love her.”

Tendo flinched, his eyes closing.

*“I love you, you know that?”*

He would have said them back in a heartbeat, given the opportunity. He wanted so desperately to say them but the words had stuck in his throat, and the less selfish part of him knew it was for the best. The situation was already fucked up enough without him stirring it up more. Saying those words back would have hurt more than helped, especially because, deep down, he knew he wouldn’t change.

At least he could say he had done something right, in letting you go.

You would flourish without him holding you back and weighing you down with all his problems and baggage.

“I know what you’re thinking.”

Semi’s voice cut through Tendo’s derogatory thoughts, and he flinched again. He hated that smug, all knowing tone even though he was usually spot on.

“Alright then, oh great oracle. What am I thinking?” he asked, shuffling along down the sidewalk towards their apartment. Trying to think of anything besides you, he tried to remember what was in their fridge to eat. Old pizza is all he could think of, from when you had come over and--

Nope.

Semi snorted at Tendo’s sad attempt at humor. Not that all of his attempts weren’t sad but his heart really wasn’t in it this time. “You’re telling yourself it was for the best and how you aren’t good enough and blah blah blah. You’re still an idiot.”

“Would you stop saying that?” Tendo asked, looking up to the sky. It was still early afternoon, the sky cloudless, the air pleasantly warm. If circumstances were different he would be spending it with you by his side-- then again, probably not. He hadn’t properly spoken to you or seen you in a few days and it wasn’t going to change today either. “My ears hurt.”

And his heart. He could feel a slow throbbing building up between his ears. A migraine was the final nail he deserved in his coffin and the sadistic part of him wanted to exacerbate it as much as he could. Just to give himself something else to focus on.

“Fine, fine. Just one more time. You’re a goddamn idiot,” Semi said, glaring at him. He knew he should feel worse for his friend than he was, but he also deserved it. There was only so much sympathy he could give when Tendo refused to help himself. He had never been happier than when he started dating you and Semi couldn’t go ten minutes without hearing your name. Now Tendo was slumped over as they walked, feet shuffling against the sidewalk as he stared blankly ahead, and Semi sighed. “Can I give you some advice? You know, friend to idiot?”

Tendo groaned, rolling his eyes, but nodded nonetheless. Semi meant well-- mostly-- and usually gave good advice. Now, if only he would stop trying to make Tendo feel worse. “Sure, I guess. We both know I won’t listen though.”

Semi nodded, snickering behind his hand. The signal for the crosswalk changed, throngs of people instantly flooding the street. They flowed through and around each other, becoming separated for a few moments, until they met on the sidewalk on the other side.

“When you two are together, were together, I’ve never seen you happier. And Akaashi says that _____ is-- was-- too. Do you not trust her?” Semi asked, and watched the way Tendo froze up and paled, inhaling sharply. But he didn’t immediately say no, and that was telling. “If you don’t trust her, you’ll never maintain a relationship, with her or anyone else. Do you really want that, ‘Tori?”

He hadn’t considered that. Not trusting you wasn’t the exact issue. He felt he could tell you anything-- so long as anything didn’t entail things that might annoy you or make him a burden on you. His biggest fear was putting too much of himself into you only to overwhelm you, driving you away. That had backfired pretty spectacularly though, if he had to say so, and now he was left to wonder what would have happened if he had gone that route.

“No, I guess not,” he answered. To anyone else it would have sounded callous and uncaring, but Semi had known him a lot longer and recognized the sound of a Tendo who was in serious thought.

“Then you need to change. I get that you’re afraid, but those bullies from elementary and highschool shouldn’t keep holding you back. And who knows, maybe it isn’t too late with _____,” Semi said with a shrug, and smirked at the way Tendo perked up at that. He deflated just as rapidly a split second later, but it was to be expected.

The smirk fell as Semi considered. The way things stood, you were better off because Tendo was unhealthy, and probably not in a good place to be in a relationship. He didn’t fault you for breaking it off-- not when he would have done the same. Still, he’d like to see him happy again, especially with you. But he couldn’t guess if Tendo would take it to heart and try, or whether or not you would wait around for him to decide and figure himself out.

Shrugging, he glanced at the barbecue place they were passing by and reached out, tugging Tendo to a stop. When he nodded towards it, Tendou sighed.

“Sure, I’m down. Shouldn’t be sad on an empty stomach.”

Semi groaned. “You are such an idiot.”

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⇥ taglist: @sluttony, @visaintes, @yunhosblackgf, @super-noya, @byebyes-world, @newfriendjen, @atsunakaashi

#tendou x reader #tendou satori x reader #satori tendou x reader #haikyuu x reader #.somekindofdisaster

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elizabethemerald · 5 years

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The Fall of Barbara Lake

“Really? You would kill me in front of my own mother?” Jim growled.

“It might dampen our relationship. But I will if I have to.” Strickler said keeping his voice calm.

Daylight weighed heavily in Jim’s hand. His armor glowing slightly as he circled his dining room table. Strickler had transformed, revealing his true nature. Jim was furious that Strickler tricked him, lied him and now threatened his mother.

Jim fenced to the best of his ability against his history teacher. Strickler was easily the better fencer, but Jim had the reach with Daylight. As they repositioned back and forth trying to keep the fight from destroying his house, Jim found himself with his back to the kitchen door. Strickler was between him and the front door to the house.

The changeling pulled several knives from his collar threw them at him. Jim deflected one and dodged two more. A gasp from behind him stopped him mid swing. Strickler had a look of horror on his face.

Jim spun around his hand flying to grasp his amulet ready to pull it from his chest and try and explain things to his mother. He stopped when he saw her. His mom had a look of surprise and fear on her face. The two knives Strickler had thrown, the two knives the Jim had just dodged, sprouted from her chest.

“Mom!” Jim flung away Daylight and grabbed her as she started to fall. There was a small trickle of blood from the two knives imbedded in her chest. There was a flash of green from behind him and Jim saw both knives vanish in front of his eyes.

“Barbara!” Strickler once again human knelt down next to him. The trickle of blood turned into a rapid stream when the two knives disappeared.

Jim did his best to cover the wounds with his hands but the blood was flowing through his fingers. Strickler tried to pull him away, tried to put the napkins against the wound but Jim wouldn’t move. Tears were flowing down his face as he tried to save her life.

“Mom, I’m so sorry mom, please. Please. Mom stay with me. Stay with me!” Jim watched as she tried to speak past the blood filling her mouth. She lifted one blood covered hand to his face. Then the arm went limp.

Jim sobbed against her chest. He could barely breath past his grief. He stiffened as a hand landed on his shoulder.

“Young Atl-”

“DRAAAAALLLLL!!!!” The pained scream tore it’s way out of Jim’s throat. “DRRAAAAALLLL!!!!”

The rumble shook the room, and a thunder could be heard from basement. Strickler transformed and tried to race from the room, but he didn’t make it to the door before Draal caught him. The massive troll pounded his fists again and again against the changeling. Jim could only hold his mother and cry.

#jim lake jr #Barbara Lake #draal the deadly #walter strickler #Trollhunters #tales of arcadia #writing emerald #Here's an angsty Au #sorry barbara #Things get worse after this if I continue writing it #How would Jim's friends help him with this one?#Maybe once I'm done with dreams of drowning ill continue this #the fall of barbara lake

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ryze671-blog · 6 years

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Real talkz... finally got me some clear and it got me feeling socialz... so if your in the Atlanta areaz and getting spun soundz like a good ideaz... hit me upz asap

#atl tweakers #tweaker nation tweaker girls

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rawrarebrand · 2 years

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Kid’s Raw & Rare Globe Tee

“The Brand That Resonates”

#fashion #shopping #princess #rawrarebrandofficial #raw&rare #ngu #youth #atl #rbn #rawbynature #unisex #rarebynature #iamrawrare #universal #realdrip💦#kingz #queens #prince

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seokjinandeggnog · 6 years

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Here is my long ass post about my love for Monsta X and their ATL concert (07.25.18)

20/10 recommend seeing them live

I need to preface everything by saying this was my first kpop concert and Monsta X is my ult bias kpop group so like I was pretty hype

I went with my sisters and when we got to the venue well over two hours early we expected to find parking and then get food but umm there was a huge ass crowd waiting for the doors to open so that was a nope idk it made me nervous so I just chose to starve but mx fed us well so I ain’t complaining

I expected a lot more Koreans but that actually wasn’t the case which surprised me. They were honestly the minority

There were soooo many mx lightsticks which also surprised me and I was high key jealous but with the amount I dropped to go to the concert I wasn’t about to drop $55 for a lightstick idk man

I love when a group comes out and the energy in the venue is fucking palpable?! That’s my shit bruh

They hit us back to back to back with songs in the beginning and it was a fucking adventure

Jooheon not introducing himself and asking the crowd what his name was???? 😩😩😩😩😩

Hearing Lost in a Dream live (my fave song by them rn) was the highlight for me

I felt my soul ascend when Kihyun hit that note omg

And then he did it again when they performed the bridge acapella 😭😭😭😭

Everyone’s English was sooo good!! After everyone introduced themselves in English Wonho’s bitch ass was like anyways Annyeonghaseyo Jeoneun Wonho imnida (that was google translate so sorry if the romanization is off lol)

Jooheon and Shownu’s performance of Versace on the Floor *clutches chest*

When they performed Beautiful but didn’t take off their jackets it low key hurt my heart but I got over it

I was also low key sad they didn’t do Hero but again I quickly got over it cause like Destroyer and Lost in a Dream ?!?!?

Listen Kihyun singing sexy in Aura kills me but hearing him say it live over and over?!?!?? Different plane of existence dude

He kept saying they were gonna do a sexy concept today andbjkhskd I actually hate him. I need a new bias he hurts my heart too much

eXCUSE JOOHEON’S CHARISMA

When Wonho spun Hyungwon around bridal style?!?!? oof

For having a translator and not making Changkyun do it all by himself 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾I’m so annoyed at these interviews theyve been doing but anyways moving on

I just realized From Zero was originally performed as a subunit with Hyungwon and Wonho and wow everything makes so much more sense but we got to see that head turn in like three different versions and i-

Minhyuks hair all of my heart eyes like omg

That subunit Kihyun and Wonho and Minhyuk did was the cutest thing everrrrr I need to find a fancam of that somewhere and watch it five more times I loved it

White Love was such a fun song to sing along to with a huge crowd I was so into it

Bruhhhh Hyungwon’s voice in Fake Love almost brought me to tears I’m not over it

Changkyun saying our energy is crazy and then transitioning into Crazy in Love. I quote my sister when I say segue king

Changkyun saying their music is for people of all genders and colors and wow again king

Jooheon was just so cute and so jumpy the whole time and I just fell in love with the kid all over again and then BAM he hits with you with his rapping and homeboy fucking goes HARD like yeah you know that by just hearing their songs but live?!? It’s actually fucking insane live and 624728x better somehow

Shownu is soooooo cute like I can’t explain he was really trying hard with his English and when he was cheesing so hard and his whole face is squish and bruhhhh his dancing?!? y’all I’m so soft for Shownu in this essay I will-

When they connected the Destroyer video and Dramarama video my mind was blown omg

Now when I listen to Fallin’ in the car I do the same dance moves they did lolololol

I’ve never cheered for an encore like that! That was fun

When everyone moved their lightsticks to the beat of “Knock Knock” during Trespass

It was Hyungwon’s first Atlanta concert too 💖💖

Dude they promised to come back to ATL next year and I’m over here like ‘omg can they do that?! omg they just did that’ I freaked out I hope they do come back. I probs will try to go again I love them omg

20/10 recommend seeing them live

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