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[naturallytom]

Mending a Broken Heart (Tom Holland x reader, alternative part)

a/n: me? writing? unheard of. jk im tryin to get back into the groove!! this is an alternate version to Mending a Broken Heart, so some parts are the same and some I’ve edited or added some things! hope u enjoy!! 

warnings: language, angst, mentions of cheating

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You had noticed it for months. Tom has been pulling away, spending more time out with the boys than at home with you. His kisses became forced and the words ‘love you’ slowly stopped falling from his lips. 

Most days he would leave for work before you woke up and on the rare occasion you were up when he left, he would mumble a ‘goodbye’ before walking out the door. Sometimes, if you were lucky, he would press a gentle kiss to your forehead. Most times, though, he would just leave. 

You did your best to keep the love alive, you were still madly in love with him. The wedding band that sat tightly on your ring finger mocked you. A symbol of what was love has turned into one sided love. Hell, you weren’t sure if Tom wore his wedding ring anymore. 

A quick glance to his left hand would reveal that he didn’t. 

You spent your nights wondering if it was something you did. Were you too clingy when he left to film? Was he just tired of you after four years of marriage? Did he find someone else?

No. You shook your head to yourself one night as you laid in the bed by yourself, the space usually occupied by Tom cold. If he found someone else and if he cheated, that’s on him. Not on you. 

Still, the thought plagued your mind. Did he meet someone else? Was she prettier than you? Is that where he was when he said he was out with the boys? Was she able to give him something you couldn’t give him?

The door opening and shutting alerted you that Tom was home. You sighed, knowing it’d be another night of sleeping on opposite sides of the bed. 

The door to the bedroom opened and in came Tom, Tessa jumping up to greet him. 

“Hey girl, hey love, how are you, hm?” He whispered, petting Tessa as his eyes flickering over to you, who was visibly awake. “Thought you’d be asleep by now. ‘S late.” 

“Couldn’t sleep.” You replied simply. “Hey so I was thinking, we haven’t had a date night in a while, maybe you wanted to go out to see the Halloween decorations around town and get dinner tomorrow night?” 

“Can’t,” He shook his head as he got ready for bed. “Harrison wants to watch the game. Told him I’d go.” 

“Didn’t you just see Harrison tonight?” 

“Yeah, and?” 

“Nothing.” You sighed, obviously upset. “Nothing, Tom. Goodnight.” 

“Night.” He responded, turning out the light and climbing into bed, falling asleep with his back toward you. 

-

The next day, you were surprised to see Tom already awake and waiting in the kitchen, sipping on a cup of tea when you got downstairs. 

“Good morning.” You smiled softly. 

“We need to talk.” He told you. You felt your heart drop and your palms get sweaty, but you wiped them on your pajama pants in an effort to seem totally calm and not panicked. 

“A-About what?” You asked, your voice coming out shaky. 

“I think,” Tom started. “I think we should get divorced.” 

It was then, at 8:30 am that your world came crashing down. 

“W-What?” You whimpered out, your voice weaker than before. “Why?”

“I’m not happy with you anymore.” He said simply. Your eyes flickered to his left hand, noticing the absence of the golden wedding band, making your heart ache. 

“We can try couples’ therapy. We can go on dates like we used to, Tom, please! We can fight for this, Tom. Fight for us.” You cried, your heart shattering into a million tiny pieces, each one puncturing your lungs as you struggled to keep your breath under control. 

“No,” He shook his head. “My mind is made up. I’m sorry, y/n. Um, I found a lawyer at a firm, they have a lot of other lawyers there you can contact. I’ll just, uh, leave their card here.” 

“So that’s it? Three years of dating and four years of marriage down the drain?” You sobbed, holding your knees to your chest as you sat on the kitchen floor. 

“I’m sorry, y/n. Truly, I am.”

He placed the small business card on the counter, grabbing the bags you didn’t even notice, mumbling an ‘I’ll be staying with Haz,’ before walking out the front door, like he did every other day. This time, though, you had the sinking feeling he was leaving for good. 

-

It was only three weeks that your lawyer came over to meet with you, joined by Tom and his lawyer. You kept your eyes focused on the table as you signed the paperwork, wanting to get this done as soon as possible. 

As soon as everyone left, you shut the door, slid down the back of it, and cried. 

-

Nearly two months after the worst day of your life and it was time for a self care night. The ring that once sat on your left hand was buried away in your jewelry box somewhere and you were finally starting to feel free and somewhat happy again after crying yourself to sleep and wondering where it all went wrong for months. 

After the divorce you buried yourself in work, using it as a distraction from going home to an empty house. You also moved out of the house you once called home. Not only was it too painful to go home to an empty house, but it was too painful to go home to a house that held so many happy and loving memories. You took the necessities along with some things you wanted with you and set yourself up in a hotel room for the time being. You treated it as a vacation. Except only a few people knew where you were. Your family knew, along with your friends, including Harrison, on the condition he didn’t tell Tom where you were. You started making time for yourself in your little hotel room and you became happier. 

Tonight, after a long day of work, you ordered your favorite Chinese food, played your favorite songs, and ran yourself a bath with a vanilla scented bath bomb. You were enjoying a glass of wine, the hot water of the bath soothing you when the music playing from your phone was interrupted by a call coming in. 

To your surprise, it was Tom. You contemplated answering it, but instead, let it go to voicemail. However, you were curious as to why he called, though you were also 99% positive it was a pocket dial. So you played the voicemail, the familiar voice ringing throughout the bathroom. 

“Hey y/n, um, I hope you’re doing well. I just called because I wanted to tell you something. I um, I miss you. A lot. And I know I don’t get to feel that way but I do and I just wanted to tell you that and I guess ask if there was any possibility of meeting to talk? Uh, call me back if...if you want. I don’t blame you if you hate me. Bye. Love y-” 

You turned off the voicemail before the phrase could be finished. Millions of thoughts filled your mind, ranging from happy ones to ones that made your heart ache and tears fill your eyes. 

You decided to ignore it, pretend it never happened, and enjoy your self care night. 

-

When Tom pulled up to his former house with flowers in his car and a pit of nerves in his stomach, he expected to see your car in the driveway and at least one light to be on. He was greeted with an empty driveway and a dark house, which confused him. It was the weekend, so you weren’t work. Maybe you had to run an errand? 

But after 20 minutes, he gave up hope that you were home and tried to call you, which to no surprise, you didn’t pick up again. He instead called Harrison in an effort to try and find out if he knew where you were. 

“What do you want?” Harrison answered, half concentrating on what Tom was about to say and half concentrating on the game in front of him. 

“Do, uh, do you know where y/n is?” Tom asked, taking Harrison by surprise. 

“y/n?” Harrison paused the game, suddenly not able to concentrate on it. “Why d’you want to know where y/n is?”

“I just want to talk to her.” He mumbled. 

“If I knew that’s where you were going I wouldn’t have let you go.” Harrison sighed. “Listen she made me swear that I wouldn’t tell you-” 

“Please Harrison? You’ve seen how much of a mess I’ve been. I just want to see if I have a shot.” Tom begged, making his friend cave. 

“Fine but if she moves again I won’t be telling you shit.”  

-

The next day you were enjoying a cup of tea and reading your book, getting some relaxation in before your week began when a knock on the door interrupted you. Confusion filled your body, you weren’t expecting anyone to pop by. 

Looking out the peephole, you froze at the sight that greeted you. Tom was standing outside your door, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands. 

“Hi.” He breathed out, his nose and the tips of his ears red from the harsh winter air. 

“How the hell did you find me?” You asked, keeping your eyes focused on the ground. 

“Harrison. I begged him to tell me.” He answered. 

“I’m gonna kill him.” You muttered. “What do you want?”

“Can..Can I come in?” He asked. 

You wanted to say no, that he could say what he wanted to say outside or just not let him speak at all. But you wanted to be courteous to the other people on your floor and part of you was curious as to what he was going to say. So you wordlessly opened the door slightly, letting him in and closing the door behind him. 

“Now what do you want?”

“Did you get my voicemail?” He responded, hope filling his eyes when you nodded. “Um, I brought these for you. I was hoping we could talk.” 

“I don’t want your flowers. Why should I talk to you? We’re divorced, just like you wanted.” Tom winced at the words. “Nothing to change.” 

“Actually, we’re not.” He corrected. “I called the office the other day. Um, it’s not official yet.” 

“Well then they should make it official. Maybe I can call them and make it happen as my very last Christmas present to you. Just what you wanted.” You snapped. 

“No, this isn’t what I want, can I speak, please?” He pleaded, his eyes resembling those of a puppy. 

“You’re speaking already.” You answered, gesturing for him to continue nonetheless. 

“I- How have you been? I stopped by the house-”

“Tom I’m not gonna listen to your small talk. Say what you have to say and leave.” You told him. His heart broke but he couldn’t blame you. 

“Um, so I thought I wasn’t happy with you but um, as time went on, I realized how much I miss having you in my life.” He began, visibly nervous. “I was just looking through our pictures and how happy you looked and I just, I guess I realized I wanted to be the one to make you that happy again.”

“You haven’t made me happy in months, Tom.” 

“I know.” His heart clenched. “I know and I’m so sorry, y/n. I really am.” 

“Was there someone else? Did you cheat on me?” You asked. 

“No, no absolutely not, y/n.” He answered before adding; “I went on a date with someone after we split up but it didn’t work out. I realized she wasn’t what I want.” 

“Of course she wasn’t.” You scoffed. 

“I want you, y/n. I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy again.” He told you, tears filling your eyes. “Is there..is there any possibility you could love me again?” 

“Again?” You seethed. “Tom I never fell out of love with you! I never stopped loving you! That was all you! You stopped loving me and you wanted this stupid fucking divorce!”

“I..I don’t think I ever stopped loving you either.” He whispered, tears falling down his rosy cheeks. “Please, y/n, if there’s even the tiniest chance..” 

“Of what, Tom? Of going right back to being married? Of you making me happy? I don’t know, Tom! I don’t know anything except that I hate you right now.” You sobbed, crying into your knees while Tom let out quiet sobs of his own, his heart clenching at the lack of wedding band on your left hand and the lack of love in your voice, but especially your eyes. Your eyes, which once held so much love and adoration for him were now full of anger and resentment. 

“Of..anything, y/n. Please, I just want a second chance to show you how much you mean to me, to make you happy again. I will do anything to save us, anything you want. And...and if it’s not working or you just really hate me, I wouldn’t blame you. Not at all.” He begged, his eyes puffy and red. 

“I tried to save us, Tom. Don’t you remember? I begged and pleaded with you to do couples therapy to go on dates when you were breaking my heart into a million tiny pieces. I begged you to try and fight for us, for our marriage, but you just walked out the god damn door!” You spit through gritted teeth. 

“I fucked up, I know. I fucked up so badly.” He cried, wiping his tears away. 

“And if leaving me wasn’t enough, you took Tessa too! I was left completely alone in that big fucking house that was haunted by you. I couldn’t stand it.” You sobbed. 

“I’m..I’m sorry, y/n. So so fucking sorry. What do you want me to do?” 

“I want...I want you to hurt. I want you to hurt the way you hurt me. I want you to know how this fucking feels.” You said, your voice getting louder with each word that fell from your lips.

Tom could only cry. This was ripping him apart, he couldn’t even imagine what the whole thing felt like to you. 

“I’m gonna need time to think, Tom.” You finally mumbled, Tom nodding in response. 

“I’ll give you all the time you need. I promise you-” 

“Don’t. Don’t promise me anything.” You spoke, your voice low. “You won’t be able to keep it. You promised you’d love me forever four years ago and look what happened.” 

“y/n pl-”

“You don’t get to do this. You-you don’t get to just waltz right back in here and ask for a second chance to fight for us when I didn’t even get a first chance. How do I know this won’t end like it did before?” 

“y/n, I swear to you, if this isn’t working out, you can leave me. I...I just want a chance to prove myself to you.” He begged. 

“God, Tom. You don’t get it! I’m not going through this again. Do you realize how much you broke me the first time? Fuck, you had a chance, Tom. And you threw it away.” You muttered quietly. 

“I regret that every day. Every god damn day.” He told you honestly.

“I don’t know, Tom.” You sighed. 

“Talk to me?” He tried, knowing you were hiding something deeper than an ‘I don’t know.’

“Don’t know what else there is to say.” You mumbled. “I don’t trust you, I-I can’t trust you. I hate you.” 

“Why’d you get a hotel room?” Tom sniffled, changing the subject. 

“I told you. I hated being in that house. Hated being surrounded by the happy pictures and memories of us.” You told him honestly. “I want to start over.” 

“What?”

“I want to start over. I can’t go back to being emotionally married to you even if we’ll still be married legally. I’m talking starting from scratch, as if we were meeting for the first time, the whole deal.” You told him. 

“That sounds perfect, y/n. Thank y-”

“Get out, Tom. Please. I just want to be alone and not with you right now. I’m still not happy with you.” 

“Okay.” He breathed out, hope filling him once again. “You won’t regret this, I promise.” 

“What did I just say about promises?” You asked tearily. 

“I know, I know. I’m determined to keep this promise, though.” He told you. 

“Fine. Whatever. Just please leave for now.” You whimpered, watching as he walked out the door, just like he did when he broke your heart. 

You decided you needed another self care night. Another bath was run, another vanilla scented bath bomb was used, more wine was consumed. 

Tom texted you right as you got out of the bath. 

Tom: hey y/n, it’s tom, just incase you don’t have my number saved anymore. I just wanted to say thank you for the second chance. I really am grateful. I hope you have a relaxing night, you deserve it. 

You rolled your eyes and tossed your phone gently on your bed, though you could feel your heart rate pick up and butterflies fill your stomach. 

-

Tom began texting you sweet little things each morning, whether it was to let you know that he’s been thinking of you or to tell you that he hopes you have a great day. At first you ignored them, but then you began responding in short answers of one or two words until the two of you were texting every day, like when you met for the first time seven years ago. 

-

Over a month after you started texting again, Tom took you on a first date. Pulling up to your hotel, Tom felt the nerves fill his body as he walked up to your door and knocked, another bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand. 

He felt all the air leave his lungs as you opened the door. You looked absolute stunning. You were wearing a navy blue dress that reached down to just above your knees, one Tom bought you one year. 

“Wow, hi.” He breathed. “You look stunning.” 

“Thank you.” You smiled, accepting the flowers he handed you. “I’ll be right back.” 

Tom took you to your favorite restaurant that night, one that the two of you frequented when you (formerly) went on dates. 

When he took you back to your hotel, he walked you up to the door, where he nervously asked if he could kiss you. 

You said yes, and that was all Tom needed to press a soft kiss to your lips. The kiss was magical, both of you felt the sparks between the two of you. 

“God I missed doing that.” Tom mumbled as he pulled away to breathe. 

“Then do it again.” 

-

A couple months after that, Tom moved back in with you. You had gone back to the house every now and then, to slowly acclimate yourself to being back in the once happy house, only fully moving back when Tom moved back as well. The pictures of the two of you were dusted off, making your heart race instead of hurt at the sight of the happy memories. 

-

Finally, after a year, Tom proposed to you (again). You hesitated a little bit, still scared it would end in heartbreak again, which broke Tom’s heart, but said you yes in the end. 

The two of you renewed your vows, putting on the golden bands that were once again a symbol of the love the two of you shared. 

You had a small party back at your house after the ceremony, your families joining to celebrate. You found Tom alone in the kitchen, grabbing a beer for him and Harry. 

“Hey.” You greeted, fiddling with your fingers as tears of happiness filled your eyes. 

“Hey, what’s wrong, my love?” Tom asked, concerned as soon he saw the tears filling your eyes. 

“Nothing, nothing. I, um,” You started, wiping your tears away and wrapping your arms around Tom’s neck. “I’m really glad we made it back to this.” 

“Me too, lovey. I love you so much.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Hey, Tommy?” 

“Yeah?” 

“You kept your promise.” You smiled softly, making Tom’s heart ache at the memory of you not being able to trust him. 

“I told you I would.” 

Your moment was interrupted by Harrison, who entered the kitchen, smiling at his two best friends happily in love once again. 

“Aren’t you so glad I told him where you were staying?” He joked, making you roll your eyes. 

“Shut up, Harrison.” You smiled. As your eyes flickered between Tom and Harrison, though, you knew you wouldn’t have been in this position if Harrison didn’t spill the beans to Tom. 

“Hey Haz?” You called, as Harrison went to leave the kitchen in fake offense. He turned at the sound of his name, knowing what was coming. 

“Thank you.” Tom nodded in agreement, his arm slipping around your waist. 

Harrison just smiled even bigger, all three of you knowing everything would be okay from now on.

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[sailorhyunjinz]

~ 𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 ~

Part I

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ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥: Photographer!hyunjin, fem!model!reader, manager!Bangchan, stylist!Jisung, agedup!straykids, SMUT IN LATER PARTS, fluff, character driven story, strangers to lovers, summer au, mentions of insecurity, love at first sight.

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ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖: I have never written a series before so please understand if it’s lacking heh... and yes the title does relate to the kooks song with the same title so do give it a listen because it’s really good and fits the story c: 

also this starts slowly LMAO MORE FUN THINGS ARE COMING UP I SWEAR <33

If you have any feedback I’m more than happy to receive it! <3

Taking pictures of you - MASTERLIST

ONE｜TWO｜THREE

Working as a model was not easy. The complaining managers and the expectations by others was too much to handle. Heck, even getting to the shooting locations was a hastle most of the time. 

You tilted your head against the window in the backseat of the taxi. It was a calm august wednesday. The late summer breeze made it’s way into the cab thorugh the window that was opened on the drivers side. Your phone screen lit up, multiple notification from Instagram. 

“omg! slay bbygrl”

“her face is crazy pretty”

“beautiful”

You’ve heard these words too many times. If you’re told the same thing over and over again they eventually mean nothing. You scrolled through the other comments on your latest instagram post, a photo from your last photoshoot. A picture of you lying in a bed of white flowers, your skin glowing and your body covered by a white sheer dress that accentuated your neck. It’s not a bad photo but was I really worth the attention? “There are a thousands of other girls way prettier than me.” you though and with a sulken expression you watched life run by outside the window. 

15 minutes later you arrived at your agency. You smiled your model smile at the taxi driver to which he smiled back and responded: “My pleasure, miss y/n”.

A big shadow was cast from the building in which the modeling agency was. The beige renaissance building was surrounded by green bushes and a black fence. The big oak entryway had golden lion knockers and an ingraved golden sign. “Eccellente Modeling Agency” it said with bold black letters, contrasting nicely with the gold plate. You rang the doorbell next to the sign and in a matter of seconds the oak gates opened with a loud creak.

“Y/n!! You look stunning as always!” said your manager Bangchan as he hugged you. The smell of his aftershave violated your olfactory sense as usual, making you scrunch your nose. He was always dressed business casual, his white polo shirt and light brown dress pants being a good example but today his poloshirt had a great amount of buttons unbuttoned. 

The both of you made your way into his office. A room with a high ceiling and a chandelier worth more than your career. You sat down in the leather couch across the desk, Bangchan sitting on the other side of it. 

“Give me a moment.... Just pulling up some files for the new photoshoot I’ve planned! I promise, you’re not gonna be disappointed.” he says smiling, the desktop screen reflecting in his brown eyes.

He turns his computer screen towards you. Your eyes scan the pictures that pop up. 

“May I present to you the profile of Hwang Hyunjin. One of the most renowned photographers of this age”. Bangchan looks at you, reading your expression. 

The pictures are truly beautiful. Everything, from the outfits to the lightning was perfect.

“Bangchan, you’re insane” you say, smiling widely as you made eye contact with the dark haired manager. “These pictures are so stunning!” you squeal. “How did you even get in contact with him?”

“Nothing for you to worry about y/n, I have my contacts. I’m a manager after all”. He scoffs whilst scrolling through the profile. The next picture getting better than the previous one.

“So... when is the shoot and what concept have you planned?” you say whilst your eyes are glued to the computer screen. 

“Mr, Hwang works for a multitude of companies but Styliz needed a model for their new pastel collection which I immedietly snatched onto. We all know how beautiful you look in pastels y/n” he said attentively to which you smiled, adoring the interest he has for his work. 

“Oh.. I also cheked your schedule and you seem free tomorrow so how about then?” he added. 

“Yes! I’d love too” you said with a small nod.

“Not that you have much choice, Mr Hwang’s time is worth gold y/n” he laughed and reached for something in his cabinet drawers.

“Here, take this” he said while sliding over a light grey business card.

‘Hwang Hyunjin, Photographer’ was written in dark grey letters. A black border decorating the edges of the card.

♡

The morning sun shined thorugh the curtains blinding you temporarily. You felt after your phone on the nightstand with you hand, your eyes still closed. ‘8:05 am’ the screen showed against the background picture of your family.

You missed them, moving to a different city across the country at the young age of 18 was scary. You’ve aged, that’s for sure but you still missed them dearly. Dragging your lifeless body to the shower you hope for a day with happiness whilst the warm water hits your bare skin. It was a big day after all. A photoshoot with photographer Hwang Hyunjin. “Me... on Hyunjins work? It must be a dream...” you thought, grabbing the towel hanging on the cold, silver rack.

You dryed off your thick hair with a light pink towel with one hand whilst the other hand held your phone. “I have to look at his photos again” you thought, tapping on the Instagram icon and typing “Hwang Hyunjin” in the search bar, hoping and praying that his work was published on the social media platform.

“@ photographerHwang” was the first result to pop up and you tapped it instantly being just as surprised as you were yesterday of the beauty that his photos carried. Bumping into the table on your way to the kitchen you noticed a different photo on his feed. It didn’t look like any of the other photos because it was a selfie. You dropped your towel on the floor. No... it can’t be him... or could it?

His face looked like a work of art. Not only was the photo nicely edited with warm light emitting from your screen but the person was even more eyecatching. “It’s probably one of his models” you though as you placed your phone on the kitchen counter and grabbed a carton of milk from the fridge.

But what if it’s really him?

♡

You threw on a grey hoodie and biker shorts before you flew out to the taxi waiting for you outside the apartment. 

“Sorry for keeping you waiting sir! Here!” you said while panting, quickly pulling up a text message you got from Bangchan sharing the location of the photoshoot. 

“Please, Miss y/n! No need to apologize” laughed the middle aged taxi driver softly. You were now on your way to the shoot. 

Your brain was scattered. One part of you hoped that Mr Hwang really was the boy you saw on his instagram. His long, blond locks slightly covering his sharp jaw. His skin clear as day and rosy lips plump like two rose petals. The other part shut everything down, convinced that it’s one of his models that happened to be to your liking. 

You opened his instagram page again. 

“He must be famous for his perfect features...” you said under your breath, staring at his lips.

The whole taxi ride was filled with thoughts of him, whoever he was. 

“Soon there miss y/n” the taxi driver said after 10 minutes of driving. The taxi slowed down and looking outside the window you saw Bangchan standing infront of a building that looked similar to the agency building. You waved slightly and he waved back at you.

You turned around to the driver and said; “Thank you so much sir”, giving him a generous tip and exiting the vehicle. A warm breeze latches on to you, making your hair flutter in the motions of the wind.

“Y/n! Perfectly on time” Bangchan said and hugged you.

You hugged him back, asking him about his day so far to which he responded;

“Good but going to be even better after this legendary photoshoot is done and we have the most perfect photos taken by the most influential photographer!” he sounded like a little child in a candy shop.

Your ears heated up due to his words and you smiled slightly.

“Let’s go to the second floor and get your outfit and makeup ready. A introduction with Styliz manager won’t be needed since he already knows your delightful personality” he laughed at his corny remarks and you did the same.

“You seem even more excited than me” you remarked, pressing the elevator button.

“When you see the end result you will be floored” Bangchan said and winked at you. 

The elevator clanged. “Second floor”. The metal doors slided open. The eyes of a dozen stylists and makeup artists caught onto you. A slightly potbellied man in a navy colored suit approached you.

“Y/n! I’m so happy to see work with you again.” His voice was hoarse due to his age but his personality being the total opposite. You knew him well since Styliz’s chief was one of the first to offer you a modeling job in a foreign city, you only being a teenager with a big dreams at the time.

“Mr. Styliz! It’s lovely to meet you again” you smiled and sat down in a makeup chair, a girl with blond hair and big hoop earrings starting to brush powder across your nose. You saw Bangchans figure leave behind a door in the reflection of the mirror. 

“Mr. Styliz, might I ask you a question?” You regretted the words as soon as the came out of your mouth. You didn’t need more information about the mysterious boy you saw on Hwang’s instagram page but you simply had to know who is was. 

“Well of course y/n” said Mr. Styliz, his warm breath touched your cheek as he stood right by your side, smelling of morning coffee and looking at you through the mirror. 

“Could I please get more information about Mr.Hwang?” you said, making eye contact with the old man. 

“y/n, you’ll meet him soon! Then you can ask him how much you would like about his life but I must warn you... He is quite the secretive type”. The coffee breath was accentuated as he laughed.

You tried to play along, laughing a fake laugh as the hair designer started to brush out your locks. A wave of embarrassment washed through you. 

The lights of the makeup mirror were getting hot, tiny sweat drops beading on your forehead which the makeup artist wiped off. 

“We are done, Miss y/n” said the makeup artist, her earrings reflecting the light in the studio. You thanked her and saw Bangchan standing at the door where the cameras were. 

“y/n, not much time left. Please go down the hallway and into the second door on your left, the stylist is in there fixing your outfit”. One reason as to why you loved Bangchan as your manager was his calm temper. Even in a time crunch, he always made sure to talk to you in a serene tone. After years in the modeling industry you still couldn’t get used to the ill-tempered staff. Too many times you had been forcefully dragged down corridors and streets whilst they muttered swear words at you. Even thinking about it sends shivers down your spine. 

Your shoes tapped the white linoleum as you made your way down the narrow hallway, knocking on the second door to your left just as Bangchan said. 

A familiar voice said; “Come in!” to which you turned the golden doorknob on  the white wooden door. The tall figure was rummaging in a big plastic container filled with clothes but upon your arrival the figure greeted you with warm eyes. 

“No way!! It’s y/n!” screeched Jisung. He pulled you in to a hug, his belt buckle hit your stomach through the grey hoodie. 

Jisung was a stylist and worked closely with Mr. Styliz therefore you’d gotten close to him. Not only did you like him for his exquisite fashion sense which had a whole different concept each time you saw him but also for his friendliness, always being polite. 

“I’ve missed you so much Jisungie” you said with a pout. 

“I though it was onesided but I guess not haha”

“Don’t be silly! How could I not miss that smile of your Sungie?” you hit him playfully on the arm to which he blushed. 

“Go behind that  and I’ll throw some clothes for you.” he pointed at the wooden divider standing in the corner of the white room filled with clothes racks and colorful clothing. 

You started undressing behind the divider and suddenly a pile of clothing was thrown on your head over the divider. You heard Jisung snicker at the yelp that came out of your mouth as you drowned in the clothes

“Jisung, you are so dead when I’m done” you said whilst putting on the last details to the outfit.

“I’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry” he said pleadingly while laughing hysterically. 

You stood on the podium infront of the full lenght mirrors in the room as Jisung observed you and pinned the clothes slightly. 

“Not gonna lie, it’s looks really good on you. The pastels matches perfectly with your skintone.” Jisung looked on the pleaded white skirt you had on. 

You looked in the mirror and shook your head in agreement. The pastel purple sweater with the white collar poking out made you look youthful and innocent. You had on patent mary jane shoes in the same purple color as your sweater. The white kneesocks were slipping down as you moved slightly, almost looking like a school girl as you bend down to lift the socks up. 

“Do you like it?” Jisung looked at you through the reflection on the mirror, standing on the floor making him a head shorter than you. 

“Yea! You’ve never given me a bad outfit Sungie, they’re always adorable. My favorite stylist but don’t tell that to Bangchan” you smirked to which Jisung laughed.

♡

“y/n, Jisung did a great job! You fit the concept to a tee” Bangchan stood infront of two wide dark green doors which led to the photostudio. He smiled shyly and pushed the doors open, a bright white light blinding you as you stepped in.

You squinted and held your hand infront of your eyes as you entered the studio, the air stuffy from all the white boxlights that have been working for a while.

“Miss y/n is here now, Mr. Hwang” Bangchan announced.

Your eyes felt blurry and the lights created a bokeh effect, your vision feeling like a filter. The first thing you saw was him. Hwang Hyunjin.

The shock froze your feet in one position. It was him. The selfie was Hyunjin. And he was hotter in real life.

A tall, slender figure stood on one foot, the other one behind his leg with the tip of the shoe pointing towards the floor. 

“Are you ready, miss y/l/n?”.

His voice was sweeter than honeysuckle, you melted upon hearing him speak. Bangchan looked at you confused when you didn’t move, just observing the presence of the blonde boy infront of you. 

“y/n?” Bangchan had a worried expression on his face as your face broke out in a massive blush. 

“yeah..uh-mm..yes” you only managed to get that out before you were infront of the camera. 

His willowy fingers wrapped around the black Canon camera, it fit perfectly in his hands as if it was made for him. You gulped upon seeing the veins that ran up his exposed arms, the white shirt bunched up by his elbows. 

“Everything good miss? You seem distant” he said in that raspy but sweet voice. 

“Uhm...yeah totally..” you looked awkward with your hands by your side as you saw Bangchan observing you with a confused gaze. 

“Please tilt your head to the right and stand broad with your feet” Hyunjin commanded to which you complied. The flash of the big studio lights didn’t effect you as much anymore since you were used to this but what did effect you was how concentrated Hyunjin looked. Like a true photographer. It was obvious that he enjoyed his job by the way his eyes shined when he looked at the monitor and corrected every detail. Luckily you could stare at his figure all that you wanted since it looked like you were keeping eye contact with the camera and not him. Glancing over to the left of the photographer you saw Bangchan smiling his bright smile, signaling that he’s proud over you. 

Flash

Flash

And another flash before Hyunjin looked at the monitor displaying the photos he just took, a smirk crept onto his face. 

“Good job y/l/n. Could you please grab that chair over there and sit on the edge of it?” he said whilst pointing towards a small wooden stool. Reacting instantly to his soft voice and gestures you pulled the stool towards the x on the ground, making sure you were in frame. 

“One leg over the other” Hyunjin said without even looking towards you, his pale veiny hands were now twisting and turning some buttons on both the camera and monitor. You shook your head up and down slightly in agreement before doing as told and as Hyunjin turned back his chocolatey brown eyes landed on yours. Now it was impossible to hide your burning cheeks, Hyunjin noticed since he laughed stiffly before grabbing the camera off the camera stand and going down on one knee to capture an angle from below. Numerous amounts of sparks from the big box lights were emitted and after every spark Hyunjin turned around to the screen which displayed your figure. Staring at him you smiled slowly, feeling your heart beat faster. Why do I feel like this by just looking at him? Your head was clouded with millions of other thoughts. Just as you started tuning out the room Hyunjin clapped his hands hard, the sound ringing in your ears. You jumped slightly which made Bangchan laugh.

“All done! Nice work everybody” Hyunjin announced loudly before bowing down to the other staff members in the room and to you as well. You returned his gesture by a slight bow of the head and quickly scurried of to Bangchan, your face hot.

“Are you sure you’re not ill?” Bangchan said softly before putting the back of his hand towards your forehead. Shaking your head from side to side you pushed his hand away. 

“No, I’m fine... just so hot with the box lights you know?” you laughed fumblingly, not knowing where to rest your gaze. 

You felt someone tap you on your left shoulder and you almost fainted when you turned around. Hyunjin was standing three footsteps from you, the scent of his cologne making you swoon. He smiled as he saw your shy expression and sparkling eyes.

“I though that it must have been hot, here have this”

He casually held out a waterbottle which you received with both hands as a gesture of thankfulness. 

“y/n, I’m just gonna head off to Jisung to discuss something. Meet me at the changing rooms in about 10, ok?” Bangchan said, slightly leaning towards your ear. 

“Yeah, see you in 10!” you said while the managers back disappeared through the broad doors of the studio. Turning back to Hyunjin his blond locks were draped infront of his eyes and as he spoke he tucked those light pieces behind his ear, revealing his small silver hoop earrings.

“I’m gonna pack up the cords now but it was a pleasure to work with you, miss y/l/n” 

The corners of your mouth went upwards at his formality.

“Please, call me y/n” you said quietly, being too shy to look him in the eyes.

“Sure, see you around y/n” Hyunjin said as he lifted up his hand to shake yours. His lanky fingers were filled with bold rings, many of which were designer. A slight panic rushed through your mind as you didn’t want to scare him away with your clammy hands. The sweaty hands and the churning of your stomach was all due to Hyunjin nearness. Hesitantly you streched the tips of your fingers against the blond haired boy and his hand emitted warmth when being met with your fingertips. He smiled before turning back, his eyes forming into half moons as charming dimples errupted on his lean cheeks.

You bowed to the other staff members on your way out of the building on your way to meet Bangchan and Jisung in the changing room. The waterbottle in your hand almost slipped as you took another clunck of the fresh water and that’s when you noticed something. Stopping in the hallway where the stylists room was located you inspected the waterbottle and saw a black marker scribble on the wrapper around the bottle. Upon removing it your heart stopped. Your knees could give up at any moment from the sheer shock. Am I losing my mind? A number was loosely doodled on the white plastic wrapper and underneath it there was a message. 

Call me 

// Hyunjin

𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

@vogueinnie @that-anxious-bisexual @putmetogetheragain13 @hyunsluvv @lawleighette @meow-minho @minaamhh @ohmysparkle @hwangi @rindomo​ @fleeingreality @nycol-ie @jisungsplatforms

#straykidssmut #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #stray kids fanfic #stray kids drabbles #stray kids reactions #stray kids hyunjin #hwang hyunjin smut #straykidsxreader #stray kids series #skz series #skzseries #skzsmut #skz smut #skz fanfic #skz x y/n #skz x reader #skz x you #stray kids x you #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x reader #hyunjin smut #hyunjin x y/n #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x you #kpop smut #kpop series #Taking pictures of you - The series

[sagamemes]

goodnight moon   —   valley girl, part two.   here and below the cut, you can find 100+ lines of dialogue from the next two-ish videos of the series—topcs largely around care, advice and chatter, with some chaotic energy and room for serious conversations mixed in. edited for roleplay purposes, feel free to change around whatever you feel the need to to make it fit your muse better—there’s a lot of gendered language and pet names here.

❝  we can't afford to keep a snake in the grass.  ❞

❝  i even put glitter as the lock screen.  ❞

❝  lay the compliments thick on his  ' natural '  [feature], and you'll be in the clear.  ❞

❝  are you comfortable, babe?  can i get you any extra pillows or blankets?  ❞

❝  narrowly saving him from shock-induced death, talk about a meet-cute.  ❞

❝  i love your dresses.  ❞

❝  if you were in lord of the rings, you would be legolas.  ❞

❝  this one is scandalous, but i know you can pull it off.  ❞

❝  just pretend to be innocently touching up your lipstick—but actually, check out who's behind you in the reflection.  ❞

❝  you literally see your life flash before your eyes every time you go even just one flight of stairs.  ❞

❝  it's not about what i think, or what they think, or what anybody else thinks—what do you think?  ❞

❝  i think that's what's most important to me in a bath product: i like to feel like an amoeba.  ❞

❝  i noticed your highlighter was looking a little dull. do you mind if i fix that, babe?  ❞

❝  i'm all too familiar with how you like to party.  ❞

❝  [name] did call and text a /bunch/ last night.  ❞

❝  you're so good at cutting avocados.  ❞

❝  no, she's not gonna be there. i made sure of it.  ❞

❝  i value you. not just as my client but as my friend.  ❞

❝  and you know what?  i have another little party tip to share with you.  ❞

❝  you are so powerful. and majestic.  ❞

❝  you look like nancy drew, cracking the case.  ❞

❝  what would you like to be eating for breakfast?  ❞

❝  oh my gosh, i just wanna live inside this thing.  ❞

❝  i know i saved something you're gonna be so gaga over, if i can find it...  ❞

❝  you don't have to hold back.  ❞

❝  you know what... just tell me when to stop pouring.  ❞

❝  it's not my fault you said no so you can spend the night animal crossing.  ❞

❝  don't worry your pretty little head about it.  ❞

❝  you're looking at the girl who got a date via emily dickinson quotes.  ❞

❝  ready? ...uh, do you want more wine, first?  ❞

❝  i just want you to enjoy the comfort of knowing that every last thing is being properly attended to.  ❞

❝  you have no need to understand them, because they don't understand you.  ❞

❝  may she soon see the light.  ❞

❝  the heels snapped off when you tried to do a backflip off the garage.  ❞

❝  it's not for everyone.  ❞

❝  for now, you can stay cosied up in your bed for as long as you want.  ❞

❝  i've gone crawling back to every ex i've ever had.  ❞

❝  everyone loves a good girl.  ❞

❝  i think they like, broke physics to make this.  ❞

❝  i'm willing to be your personal confessional.  ❞

❝  i've googled it so many times. and on private mode, out of shame.  ❞

❝  i will be at your side, every step of the way.  ❞

❝  your secrets are safe with me.  ❞

❝  we didn't really get a chance to chat with all the suits around.  ❞

❝  i wouldn't worry about it. nobody takes him seriously anymore.  ❞

❝  gordon ramsay would be so impressed.  ❞

❝  gordon ramsay would most likely fall in love with you.  ❞

❝  a dare, or? —just entirely off your own accord.  ❞

❝  we totally have the upper hand.  ❞

❝  it ended 20 minutes ago, and you're already plastered all over the internet.  ❞

❝  with how much wine i drink and crackers i eat, i'm basically a priest.  ❞

❝  clearly, you're not wearing that for function.  ❞

❝  all you have to do is be sexy and have fun.  ❞

❝  wouldn't dream of giving you anything less.  ❞

❝  people can tell when you're scanning the room and it looks kinda social-ladder-climbing-y.  ❞

❝  those who live in glass houses shouldn't get stoned. or whatever.  ❞

❝  i'm here to take care of absolutely everything.  ❞

❝  you used to be so close.  ❞

❝  you know i can't let you leave here without you looking like your very best.  ❞

❝  so do you have any sort of distinct feelings about this?  ❞

❝  don't you dare go using that information against me.  ❞

❝  i did get you a christmas card.  ❞

❝  i know you're such a sweetheart, you never wanna be demanding, so i wanna be sure.  ❞

❝  what can i say, i'm a professional.  ❞

❝  nobody can tell you're fighting for your fucking life.  ❞

❝  they love you back.  ❞

❝  i'll be discussing the best possible deal for [you/us].  ❞

❝  no one thinks you have weird kneecaps.  ❞

❝  i mean that's precisely what you're doing, but you never wanna look like it.  ❞

❝  you would be so good at operating a forklift.  ❞

❝  it has such a look of that like,  ' widow who murdered her husband, at his funeral, loudly, vaguely weeping '.  ❞

❝  let me just send this email off really quick—then i promise it's all about you, babe.  ❞

❝  that's guaranteed to get you compliments on all night long.  ❞

❝  snails love you. i don't think you can even fathom how deeply and intensely snails love you.  ❞

❝  we can do tinder. you can leave the swiping to me, i got you covered. messages too, you know how good i am with those.  ❞

❝  i'm gonna head up to the kitchen to fix up your tea.  ❞

❝  i just wanna crawl in there and have a nap, you know.  ❞

❝  let's definitely lie about everything.  ❞

❝  enough about me, I'm worried about /you/.  ❞

❝  good morning, princess.  ❞

❝  i'm starting to see a few split ends.  ❞

❝  nobody even notices how heavy you're breathing.  ❞

❝  do you remember her?  the last time we met her, you called her choice of footwear barbaric.  ❞

❝  after that, [name] and i will whisk you away.  ❞

❝  because you've been a client for mine for a little while now, i wanted to show you that i value you.  ❞

❝  unfortunately, i am just now realising that this story had the exact opposite moral of what i was trying to prove. so just, scratch all that.  ❞

❝  oh my god, the wine, of course!  ❞

❝  what movie do you want on the tv?  ❞

❝  thank you so much for trusting me.  ❞

❝  i wasn't sure how much you were holding back.  ❞

❝  i get it, i guess, but does blathers have a sexy jawline?  i don't think so.  ❞

❝  it's time to review the schedule. so exciting.  ❞

❝  you're just a little too cool to be here.  ❞

❝  not so much on the movie mood today.  ❞

❝  i love him. i love him to bits.  ❞

❝  i flew it overnight from tokyo.  ❞

❝  it looks rude and honestly kinda desperate to stare.  ❞

❝  how did you sleep?  no nightmares this time?  ❞

❝  you were asleep, i didn't want to bother you with it.  ❞

❝  i swear you look prettier every time i see you.  ❞

❝  it's okay that you don't know what a fraction is. fractions have no place in your life. fractions are toxic.  ❞

❝  you have the world's most adorable kneecaps. no contest.  ❞

❝  i can be quite persuasive.  ❞

❝  perfect, thanks babe.  ❞

❝  i'm honestly very impressed that you stuck the landing.  ❞

❝  you know there's plenty of people who will do your hair cute, do your makeup do cute, your outfit cute, but how many of them can say that they can transform you into a partying professional?  ❞

#sentence meme #sentence starters #starters #rp starters #starter meme #* sentences. #* meme.

[lethal-k]

Damsel (KTH)

I’m not gonna lie, this is probably the worst thing I have ever written. I’ve been so busy with work but I promise you that the next ones won’t be so bad. It’s also hard to find inspiration these days so if you wanna send in requests for BTS members, it would be helpful. This is kind of a short one. Also, would you guys be interested in my other non-BTS writing? Let me know ;) Heart it, reblog it, and follow me if you like it, love you all! Stay safe and borahae <3 

Genre: Stranger to lovers!au

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 944

Warnings: stalking, swearing, mentions of weapons, flirting, bad writing and no editing

Summary: Does fate exist? Maybe. If it does then it has one twisted way of bringing you and Taehyung together, the man that had to save you even though you two have never met a day in your life. 

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  You held out your phone, opening the camera and flipping it to face you. You pretended to look at your appearance, making sure it looked okay. That’s what it would hopefully look like to the man who had been following you for a few blocks now, a black hoodie covering their face, baggy jeans, and boots. However you were glancing in the camera, angling at a position to see if he was still behind you. He was. 

  He had been following you for five minutes, keeping a distance away. You don’t know if he was dumb enough to think you wouldn’t notice, seeing as there aren’t that many people on this street or if he was just daring enough. Either way you didn’t know if you could fight him with the pepper spray you had on your key chain or if he was too dangerous and had a weapon. You didn’t wanna take that chance. And it’s not like you’re being irresponsible walking out and about the streets at some ungodly hour of the night. It was merely 6pm, maybe 6:30 at the latest. The sun was still shining, it being golden hour. 

  ‘What to do, Y/n. What should I do.’ You kept walking at a faster pace than normal while you panicked inside of your head. You looked around at your surroundings. No alleyways to escape into and use your pepper spray, a family of 3 were walking on the opposite side of the street but you didn’t wanna bring possible danger to the toddler and her two parents. None of your friends had answered your calls and you were scared. Terrified, to say the least. 

   ‘This is it. I’m gonna die. I’m going to be kidnapped and be just another one of those faces on the missing persons descriptions on milk cartons. My mother will never see her child again.’ It was in the midst of your frantic thinking that your unbeknownst savior walked around the corner. You decided that this male, who you thought looked safe enough, was worth the chance of getting you to safety. 

  You sped walked up to him shouting, “Babe! There you are, I’ve been calling you for minutes now! Lets go get dinner or something.” You walked into his arms, pulling him into a hug despite the surprised and confused look on his face. You leaned up to his ear to whisper, “Please help me, this man has been following me for blocks now.”

  The man relaxed in your hold, giving a fleeting glance to the shady figure a few meters back before saying loudly, “I’m sorry, darling. My phone is on silent. Where do you wanna eat?”

  You visibly relaxed although you could still sense your stalker behind you, watching this unexpected encounter. “Oh nothing fancy, lets go to McDonalds or something.” You stated, hopefully loud enough for him to hear. 

  Your savior nodded, putting an arm around your shoulders and turning around to walk to the nearest McDonald's, which was only a few blocks away. As you were walking, you noticed how natural and how composed this man was. ‘He’s a good actor’ you thought. It almost seemed natural to lean into his side, whether it be to continue this couple act or because you wanted to was not clear to yourself, but hopefully it convinced your follower that you were dating this man who had his arm around you.

  Thankfully, McDonald's was pretty busy. Busy. That meant people. Witnesses. In case your follower was psychotic enough to try to do anything in front of them. Thankfully, he wasn’t. He let out a small swear and turned around, walking in the other direction. He had given up. Once you glanced around in the line for food and didn’t see him, you let out a relieved sigh and moved away from the man who had saved you. As you two stood in line, you got to look at him. He was attractive. Long legs, built chest, biceps seemed large from what you could tell. His face though, was even prettier. He had a roundish face, puppy eyes, and plump lips. He had slightly messy and curly hair that fit him perfectly. You looked at him from head to two and god damn did this man have a great fashion sense, if the Gucci belt on his waist had anything to say. 

  You two received your order of nuggets and went to sit down. 

  You looked at him with a small smile, “Thank you so much…” You trailed off, realizing you didn’t even know this man’s name.

  “Taehyung,” He smiled back, “and don’t worry about it. Just doing my manly duties and saving a damsel in distress.” He winked playfully at you. 

  You giggled while dipping a nugget in sauce, “Well I’m definitely a damsel and I was definitely in distress,” You joked before your smile faded a bit, “But seriously though, if you hadn’t helped me, I don’t even want to think what could have happened to me.” You took a bite of your nugget.

  He shrugged, “Of course, it was no trouble, really. Plus, now I’m here on a dinner date with you. Happy ending.” 

  Your cheeks turned pink, “Yeah, I guess so.”

  He smirked at you, “How about you pay me back for my oh so dutiful kindness with a proper date, m’lady?” 

  You laughed at his ridiculous language and nodded, “Of course, Sir Knight.” 

  You ended up giving Taehyung your number before he dropped you off at your apartment. If fate existed, then it had one twisted way of bringing you and Taehyung together. But you were glad that it did. 

#bts #bts au #bts angst #bts smut #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts taehyung #bts taehyung x reader #taehyung x reader #tae x reader #taehyung imagine #taehyung au #bts namjoon #bts jin #bts yoongi #bts hosoek #bts jimin #bts jungkook

[awitchylilbitch]

Elriel HC // Nose piercing a.k.a Az will do anything to have Elain near

I figured I had to break the seal and throw myself into the deep end with my constant unending yearning for wanting to write IC content so we start here. 

i’m s o r r y this is v bad, and i’m still trying to get a handle on test settings and tags and stuff!

edit: elain’s pov

Something a little odd, a little weird and very fluff

Elain pierces Azriel’s nose, as per his request

·         It felt like an afterthought spoken out loud, when Azriel’s brothers raised his heads to look at him. Rhys with quiet confusion, Cassian with an eyebrow cocked.

·         Mor and Ferye looked up from their conversation too.

·         “What did you say Az?”

·         Az sighed. His afterthought was going to cost him.

·         “I said I’d like to get my nose pierced. Change up the look a little.”

·         “Poetry not working on the ladies, brother?”

·         Cassian’s jibe was light. Az could hear the smirk.

·         “You forget. I never needed-“

·         He trailed off as his brothers interrupted him.

·         “Never needed to resort to it, we know.”

·         He sighed. There was only one lady on his mind

·         And she was too soft, too pretty for even poetry.

·         His shadows curled around his finger, a dance of smoke and residue.

·         And he knew she had entered the room before she actually did.

·         Elain’s presence hit him, a mix of earth, petals and pollen.

·         He was going to lose his mind.

·         “I just think a nose piercing would look good. Too many tattoos. I’m almost bored of them.”

·         He waited, his heart thudding unrelentingly against his ribs.

·         “You want a nose piercing?”

·         Elain’s voice was soft.

·         He finally turned to look at her.

·         At the light playing in her hair, at the soil on her nose, at the flower behind her ear.

·         Mother above, who had told her to put on a pastel green gown? She looked ethereal. Az could swear she got prettier everyday.

·         What he wouldn’t do to kiss her right there, right then-

·         “Yes.”

·         Elain smiled, a whisper of grace.

·         Az’s heart skipped a beat

·         He wondered if she heard it.

·         “If you really want to, I can help.”

·         Mor spoke before Az did.

·         “You can?”

·         “I used to help the girls in our village get piercings. And I used to scrounge up some herbs to help with the healing and aftercare.”

·         She brushed a lock of hair away from her face.

·         “How about right now?”

·         The words slipped out before he fully registered them.

·         She blinked.

·         “Now?” “If you don’t mind, that is.”

·         She smiled again, the dimple cutting into her rosy cheek.

·         Azriel was going to lose it if he saw it one more-

·         “I have some supplies in my room, I’ll get them.”

·         As she disappeared, Az met Rhy’s eyes.

·         The Illyrian didn’t judge him for the femininity. There was nothing feminine about a piercing. But the thought was so odd…

·         Before he could comment, Elain was back.

·         A small wooden box in her hands.

·         She placed it on the table as Az straightened up.

·         “Do you want a stud or a hoop?”

·         Fuck.

·         She was gonna see right through him, see right through the façade-

·         She saw the question in his eyes, mistook the relentless fervor as confusion-

·         She let out a small laugh

·         Mother above, Az was going to combust-

·         “Here I’ll help.”

·         She pulled out a small pocket mirror and placed it on the wood.

·         She also pulled out a narrow hoop, the silver catching the rays of light. And a small stud.

·         From the corner of his eye, he could feel his brothers watching him, could feel Mor’s eyes almost boring into his temples.

·         “Which is your good side?”

·         Before he could remember how to answer, how to form sentences-

·         Cassian rumbled a laugh.

·         “Really, Elain?”

·         He glared at Cas just as Rhys elbowed him.

·         Elain put her hands up, palms out as if to say “my bad.”

·         He looked at the rosy tint on her cheeks, the small shadow of a dimple-

·         “I don’t really have a preference, love”

·         The endearment slipped out before he could stop it.

·         Mother above-

·         But he forgot when Elain stepped closer. Forgot how to breathe, forgot how the world spun-

·         When she reached for him, he thought he saw a slight tremor in her hand. He was seeing things now.

·         “May I?”

·         Of course Elain, of course.

·         “Yes.”

·         She placed her fingers against his temples, angling his head to the side.

·         Her skin against his, in that modest touch-

·         He had never wanted to pull her closer than he did in that moment.

·         She leaned closer, her breath fanning over his cheekbones.

·         Az was struggling to keep his breathing steady.

·         Her fingers slowly slid the hoop onto his skin. The metal felt almost cold against his nose.

·         “Okay, other side.”

·         She was speaking to herself almost.

·         She shifted to his other side, and angled his head the other way.

·         Her gentle fingers pressed the stud against his skin.

·         “This one has a sticky back, you can put it on without having to pierce to see what it looks like.”

·         Her concentration, the little tongue peeking out from between her lips made him almost not comprehend what she was saying.

·         “Okay, now for the mirror.”

·         She stepped away, reaching for the mirror the same moment he did.

·         Her hand brushed her, her nimble, slender fingers, against his calloused ones.

·         Dammit.

·         She pulled back with a bashful laugh.

·         He reached for the mirror.

·         In his haze, he could hardly see into the small reflection.

·         She’s waiting, be calm, she’s waiting-

·         “I like the hoop better.” Feyre’s voice cut into the haze.

·         Az could have hugged her.

·         He looked up at his High Lady.

·         Mor nodded.

·         “Yeah the hoop’s nicer, Az”

·         “Doesn’t the hoop also help it heal faster?” Rhys looked at Cass as he spoke.

·         “Yeah, the boys at the camps used to use those for their eyebrows.”

·         Elain’s light eyes met his.

·         “What do you think?”

·         “The hoop.”

·         She reached into the box again, pulling out a slim needle.

·         She stepped around him, back onto his right.

·         Her gown rustled against his feet, a slight slip of silk on leather. She sat down next to him

·         His breath hitched when she reached for the hoop and slipped it off.

·         “Ready?”

·         He wasn’t ever going to be ready to act okay when she was so close-

·         He didn’t feel the needle break skin, didn’t feel the metal slip through. All he felt was her breath on his, her finger grazing his cheekbones, the small sigh she gave after.

·         Cauldron ruin me.

·         “Did that hurt too much?”

·         When her voice pierced through his haze, he realized he’d screwed his eyes shut.

·         He looked up at her, her doe eyes worried that she’d hurt him.

·         He smiled. Az had been trained in the camps, raised in the dark, and yet, this beautiful girl, this absolute miracle of the Cauldron was worried that a small needle had hurt him.

·         “I’m okay.”

·         She sighed, a sigh fringed with relief. Had she been worried about him?

·         Nonsense, its Elain, she worries about everyone.

·         Az chose to believe it. He wasn’t sure he could handle the alternative, that Elain worried for him more than she might for others.

·         “All done.”

·         She stepped back.

·         Az felt the air rush into the space she had held.

·         He forced his face into nonchalance.

·         When he reached for the mirror, he didn’t comprehend the small band of silver.

·         “I like it.”

·         Her voice was soft, the sound of a petal meeting the soil.

·         He turned to look at her.

·         Her head was tilted to the side, examining him. Her eyes searching, soft against the dark lashes. She smiled again.

·         She stood up, almost reluctantly.

·         As she stepped away, Az felt that longing, that need to pull her slender frame back to him.

·         “Elain, do you have any of that ointment for the aftercare?”

·         Feyre’s voice was innocent, nonchalant.

·         Cauldron above, he owed Feyre.

·         Az caught Rhys’s eyes, who gave him a wide grin, full of mischief. His brothers had caught on.

·         Az smiled, and then looked back at Elain.

·         “Oh, yes. I’ll get some. I’ll help you clean the wound up, okay? It should heal around the hoop soon, Azriel.”

·         His name on her lips would be his undoing.

·         “Thank you, love.”

·         As Elain left the room, Az smiled.

·         He looked at Feyre.

·         Thank you.

·         She returned his smile.

·         “I always liked nose piercings on men. They look elegant.”

·         Elain’s voice was soft, almost an afterthought.

·         Az met Ferye’s eyes.

·         She winked.

·         How could the sister of the woman he was head over heels for, be wrong about what Elain liked?

·         Az knew Elain liked them. He had known all along.

·         Az smiled, making a tally in his head of the fact that he now owed his High Lady for “accidentally” letting that slip a couple days ago.

·         “Thank you, love. I’m glad you like it.”

Picture credits: PInterest https://www.pinterest.com/pin/604819424948080442/

I’ SO SORRY I TRIED I HAD TO BREAK THE SEAL AND TRY 

T H I S I S T R A S H

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[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

with you [chapter 5]

Summary: Clementine pops the question, Louis has nightmares, Violet can’t let go of the past, Mitch doesn’t know how to handle gross feelings, Ruby’s a goddamn sweetheart, Willy doesn’t ever remember to knock, Aasim can’t dance, and James is here, too.

Nothing like a wedding to bring this family together.

Note: I’m home from my grandmothers. My uncle came back a little early and now I finally get to sleep in my own bed and have internet. It’s been an exhausting two weeks but at least some good came of it. I finished rewriting/editing three chapters of [with you] which is progress. Working on this is what kept my sanity in check tbh haha. I still need some time to unpack and recover before being fully back on here, so I hope you enjoy this chapter! 

Also, I’ve updated [with you] on Fanfiction.net and Wattpad, as well. I’ve pretty much given up on them but then I thought that I do have readers on those platforms who have messaged me about [with you] so I might as well update them, too. So yeah. Thanks for reading and for your support for this story. :D

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Clementine yanks the basement doors open, only to gag when a nauseating scent of vinegar knocks her in the face. 

“What the hell?” she coughs.

“C’mon!” Willy grabs her arm and hurries down the stairs, dragging her with him. “Mitch! Clem’s here!”

Something heavy and metallic drops hard to the cement. “Shit!” Mitch curses. “Told you not to do that, Willy!”

“Sorry!”

She follows the young boy deeper into the basement and finds herself amazed at Mitch’s set up. The work desk is completely covered with drills, hammers, saws, files, batteries, a few of their solar panels, and other machines she didn’t recognize. Flashlights are wired in the air pointing directly at the anvil Mitch sits in front of. There’s a chipped bowl filled with a clear liquid sitting on top.

“Finally,” Mitch says when he sees her. Clementine’s startled by his more than usual unkempt appearance- hair standing in every direction, dirtiness staining his hands, shirt and face, and the weariness lining his eyes. 

“Uh, are you okay?” she asks him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he waves dismissively, standing from his stool, yawning heavily as he tosses a dirty rag away. 

Willy rushes to help him scoot the various tools aside so Mitch can reach something closest to the wall. It’s a small, brown box.

Clementine approaches the two boys, trying to hide her eagerness as she asks, “Well? Were you able to fix it?”

Mitch scratches at the back of his neck and turns away. “Not exactly,” he says, “It sorta got ruined when I messed around with it.”

Her heart drops. 

“Ruined how?”

“I may have broke it.”

“Broke it!?”

Mitch whips around, holding up a hand. “Now, don’t cry about it,” he says quickly, “it was a shitty ring, anyway. Louis would’ve broken it himself if you gave it to him… maybe.” He grabs a small wrench from the table and swings it around on his finger nervously. 

“Mitch,” she can’t help that her voice came out so miserably angry. “If you couldn’t fix it then you should’ve left it alone! What am I supposed to do now?”

“Woah, hey, don’t freak out! Just listen for two seconds,” he says. “I didn’t mean to break it. We started messing around with some stuff to try and reshape it but then it snapped and James came wandering down here and the whole thing was a shitshow. There was no saving that thing. Kind of a piece of shit. So,” he looks away as he shoves the brown box towards her, “We did you one better.”

Willy’s practically vibrating with excitement next to them as he motions eagerly to the box. “Open it! Open it!”

Clementine takes the box and pulls the lid off. It takes her a moment to process what she’s seeing. 

There’s a clean piece of fabric bunched up at the bottom, and within the folds rests two matching silver bands. Her head snaps up and her jaw drops. 

His exhausted, shit-eating grin is enough of a confirmation that what she’s seeing is real. 

“Oh my god!” she gasps. “Where did you get these?”

“Made ‘em.”

“What? You-” she blinks up at him in disbelief, “-you made these?”

“Super awesome, huh?” Willy laughs. “I told’ja we had it under control!”

“The smell’ll wear off, too,” Mitch says, “had to polish ‘em with vinegar.” 

Clementine carefully lifts the bigger of the two rings out of the box. “How- How did you-?”

“Quarters,” Mitch smirks. “Willy here keeps a pretty impressive coin collection. Took a while to find the right ones, but we got it.”

“Yeah, we made a shit ton of them!” Willy reaches into his pocket and pulls out various different rings, most of them scratched up or disfigured in some way. 

“It’s pretty easy once you get the hang of it,” Mitch shrugs. “Willy found this old book about sailors overseas making rings for their girlfriends back home. Just gotta hammer them then drill out the middle, do some filing and hammer some more. Once me and James knew what we were doing, we used the measurement I took of your finger and made yours. That one turned out great, so we made Louis’ to complete the set… and it only took us an entire day to do and there were, eh… complications , but they’re done.”

 Clementine runs her finger over the smooth surface, “This is-” she stops when she notices something engraved on it. She blinks, but it’s still there scratched into the shiny surface.

C + L

“That part was Mitch’s idea,” Willy points at the tiny letters, “had to use a really sharp nail to get it that clear.”

“We’ve all seen the piano,” Mitch quickly explains, rolling his eyes, “figured it’d be a good finishing touch. No big deal.”

She puts the box on the workbench. Without any warning, she throws herself at Mitch, wrapping her arms around his now tense body.

“Woah, hey, um-!” Mitch panics and sticks his arms out to avoid touching her.

“You guys have no idea what this means to me.”

“Uh-!”

He turns to Willy, bewildered. The young boy begins to laugh as he points at Mitch’s panicked face. Clementine reaches out and yanks Willy forward, pulling him into the hug as well. Even then, he’s still giggling like an amused child. 

Then, like the realization that they’re all hugging finally hits him over the head, Mitch jerks back, nearly tripping over his feet when turning back towards the work desk. He clears his throat.

“Said it’s not a big fucking deal, and it’s not like we did all the work, y’know. James helped, too, so just-” he grumbles, fumbling with the wrench, “-... consider it an early wedding present, or whatever.” 

Clementine can’t help but laugh at how weirdly cute it is that he’s embarrassed. She picks up the rings again to pull out the smaller one. It fits perfectly on her finger.

“I don’t know if I could ever thank you guys enough for doing this,” she beams, making a note to thank James in the morning. God, the ring fits so perfectly she can’t believe it. 

“Yeah, well, y’know,” Mitch nervously scratches his cheek, a rare smile betraying his lips, “whatever.”

”Mitch! Ya still down here!?” Ruby’s voice echoes from the top of the stairs. “Lou’s in the music room! Did’ja find the box of spare candles? We’re gonna need a lot to fill the whole place up!”

“Oh, shit-” Mitch hisses.

“No one’s down here!” Willy jumps into action, dashing towards the stairs and stretching his arms out. “ Do not enter !” 

“Gah, Willy, move it!”

Clementine closes the small box and shoves it into her pocket before turning to face Ruby as she pushes Willy to the side. Ruby sets her lantern on the workbench, lighting up the basement enough for Clementine to make out the thrill brightening her eyes. 

“Clementine!” she gasps. 

It’s Clementine’s turn to receive a surprise hug when Ruby practically tackles her. 

“Oh, Clem, I heard the news! Why didn’t ya tell me!? This is so excitin’! Ahh! I can’t believe ya didn’t tell me!”  Ruby pulls back to ask the boys, “Did’ja give ‘em to her yet?”

Clementine slowly turns to glare at the two boys.

Willy lowers his head in shame and Mitch fake coughs into his fist. Neither of them answers the question, nor do they dare look Clementine in the eye.

“ Mitch -”

“Before you flip the fuck out,” Mitch holds a finger up to stop her, ”she’s the one who came in here demanding to know what we were doing! She tried to wack me with one of Omar’s wooden spoons! I had to tell her!”

“Oh, no I didn’t! I said I would wack ya with one if ya didn’t explain yerself!” argues Ruby. “I thought ya were makin’ another bomb!”

“I haven’t messed with that shit for, like, weeks!”

Clementine can already see where this is going to go, and the best thing to do is stop it in its tracks.

“Okay, stop!” She raises her voice above theirs. The basement’s quiet again. She takes a deep breath. “I’m not mad.”

“You sound mad,” says Willy.

“I’m not. Ruby, you were going to find out about it anyway, though I can’t say I expected it to go down like this. Does anyone else know?”

“No,” says Ruby and Mitch. 

“Uhm, well…” Willy nervously laughs.

“Dude,” Mitch frowns down at the young boy.

“I didn’t mean to! Aasim saw me going through my coin collection earlier! Then he started asking all these questions and it just came out! But, I made him swear on his soul he wouldn’t tell anyone!”

“What?” Ruby asks. “When was this?”

“This morning.”

“And he didn’t say anything to me!”

“Yeah, because Willy asked him not to,” Mitch says. “Keep up.”

Clementine feels the beginnings of a headache coming on. 

She trusts Aasim. He's never let her down in the past, and he wouldn’t say anything to Louis, especially if he knows this is a surprise. 

“Anyone else?” Clementine asks.

Willy shakes his head.

So, of the people in their group, AJ, James, Mitch, Willy, Ruby, and Aasim all know.

That just leaves Omar, Tenn, and… 

And Violet.

She’s about to speak, but Ruby grabs her hand to admire the ring. “Wow, it’s even prettier on,” she gleams. “Gotta say, boys, ya did a real good job.”

Mitch rolls his eyes.

“Well, yeah .” 

“How’re ya gonna ask him? James and I were thinkin’ that you do it in the music room, of course, and we’ll help ya decorate it with candles and lanterns, make it real romantic.”

“Gross,” Mitch murmurs.

“Hush,” Ruby warns him. “Or, on the roof, under the pretty stars! Or, we can even decorate yer dorm! Whattya think? Omar can cook ya something special and, oh! I found some real pretty classical records fer ya to play! Ya gotta set the mood, after all.”

“We can make some cool fireworks, too!” Willy exclaims.

“Oh, no you won’t! No bombs, no fireworks!”

“Just a few sparklers? To set the mood?”

“No! Especially if it’s inside! Which I think would be best since ya never know with the damn weather.”

“Wow, Ruby,” Clementine’s astonished at the girl’s excitement. “You’ve put a lot of thought into this.”

“‘Course! I know I may be buttin’ in a little-” Mitch scoffs “-but I never thought I’d get to witness somethin’ like this after all that’s happened! I mean, a wedding ! It’s like somethin’ outta the fairytales! And, listen, ya don’t hafta take my suggestions. You can ask him any way ya want! Just know that we’re all here to help! Oh, and the wedding !”

“Oh, God,” Mitch groans.

“We’re definitely plannin’ a wedding!”

“Geez, who’s really getting married here?” Mitch asks, irritated. “You or Clem?”

“Oh, shut it! Why can’t ya just be excited?”

“Excited about what? Does nothing for me.”

“Y’know, thinkin’ about someone else fer a change wouldn't kill ya!”

“Okay, please stop arguing,” Clementine interrupts them. “At least let me get through the actual proposal before we start doing anything else.”

“Shit,” Ruby curses herself, “sorry, Clem. Guess I got a little excited.”

“So, what’s the plan?” Willy asks eagerly. “When are we going this?”

Clementine peers down at the ring on her finger, and says, “Now that I have the rings, I’m going to do it tomorrow. In the evening. I like your idea, Ruby, about the candles in the music room.”

“Thought ya would,” Ruby grins. “We keep a bunch of ‘em down here. We’ll all help ya decorate, ‘cept keepin’ Louis outta there might be a task.”

“That’s easy,” Mitch says. “Send him hunting for the day, him and Aasim.”

“My goodness, there’s an idea,” says Ruby, “that way, Aasim can keep an eye on him and make sure he don’t wander back here unannounced.”

“James, too,” Clementine adds. “Just in case Louis doesn’t listen to Aasim, or they get in a tight spot.”

“Right!” Ruby claps her hands. “Oh, I’m gettin’ excited again!”

“Geez, you’re acting more excited than she is,” Mitch jerks his thumb at Clementine.

“Believe me, I don’t think anyone’s as excited as I am,” Clementine smiles, holding up her hand to admire the ring one last time before slipping it back in the box. “It’s just a lot to take in. We just have to be careful now. Louis can’t know anything.”

They all turn to Willy, who hangs his head in shame once more.

“I said it was an accident.”

“I know,” Clementine sighs. “Maybe you should avoid him for now, Willy. Just in case. And, Mitch,” she turns to him, “don’t throw any more shoes at him.”

“Hey, you want him wandering down here? No, you don’t. Thought we established that. ‘Sides, the ring’s done. Nothing left for me to work on.”

“Right, but still, you can’t be acting all suspicious. He’s already worried about you. That’s why he tried to come down here yesterday.”

“Pfft,” Mitch scowls. “Worried…”

“Well, while we know Lou’s in the music room, I’ll gather everyone before they turn in and we can discuss the plan. Don’t worry, we’ll be discreet,” Ruby assures her. “Mitch, yer on candle and match duty. Willy, in the mornin’ I want ya ta go out and pick as many pretty flowers as ya can.”

“Aw,” Willy pouts, “how come I got flower duty?”

“It’s either that or ya gotta help Omar cook. Yer choice.”

Willy doesn’t argue. Omar’s a genuinely nice guy, but he’s also an incredibly particular cook. Willy wasn’t going to willingly put himself into that nightmare.

Soon, they have all the details worked out.

Aasim and James will take Louis far away to go hunting until evening, giving them a few hours to set up.

Ruby will work on setting up a little picnic area for them on the floor and figure out the music. Willy will go around with Tenn and AJ to pick enough flowers for a bouquet, as well as decorate an old vase to put them in. Omar will cook them something extra special, and Mitch will gather all the candles and place them in the safest places around the music room.

As for Clementine herself, she’ll help fix things up in the piano room, but there’s something else she wants to try, as well. Something that she’s been contemplating for the past week.

She hides the box in her jacket with a big, dumb grin stuck on her face. She still can’t believe that Mitch, James, and Willy actually made her a matching set of wedding rings. She tries not to show it, but the very thought of both her and Louis wearing them makes her giddy.

But, there’s still an issue pressing on her mind.

“Ruby?” Clementine’s grin is replaced with a worrying frown. “Are… are you going to tell Violet?”

And, just like that, the room becomes tense.

“Violet?” asks Willy.

“Oh, well, shoot,” Ruby mutters, “didn’t even think of Vi.”

“Don’t fucking bother,” Mitch snaps. “She’s not gonna give a shit, and if she does, she’ll just ruin the whole thing.”

Ruby looks up at Mitch with distraught eyes. “We gotta tell her, Mitch. She’ll feel left out-”

“Oh, don’t start with that bullshit. Why do you anyways try to include her?”

“Because whether you like it or not, she’s one of us. She’s family.”

“Oh, please. She’s an asshole!”

“You bite yer tongue, right now!”

“Well, it’s true!”

“The only reason she’s mean ta you is because yer a jerk ta her first! God, everyone else is decent, why can’t you be?”

A sick feeling comes over her. Clementine can’t quite place what it actually is, but it always boils within her whenever the idea of talking to Violet strikes her.

Over the past two years, she’s tried talking to Violet. Not big things. Saying, “Hello,” or “How are you?” or “Are you okay?” 

Every single time, Violet doesn’t mutter a single word. All she gives is a glare and the view of her back as she walks away.

She told Louis how much she missed Violet once.

He watched her suffer after losing Violet as a close friend. There were a few nights just after the delta that Clementine found herself crying, and he was there to hold her, to promise her that Violet would come around, she just needed time.

Louis tried to fix things between her and Violet.

She can still remember that night. He snuck into the darkness of the room. AJ was fast asleep.

Clementine can remember the rage filling her insides when she saw the bruise forming on his face and the tears slipping down his cheeks. She barely made it to the door before Louis grabbed her, begging her not to go after Violet, that she didn’t even know what happened. AJ woke up, and Louis lied about what was wrong. It was only when they were alone in the hallway that he told her what happened.

They’d gotten into an argument, Louis and Violet. An argument about her. Louis defended her and tried to understand Violet’s animosity. She refused to talk. She only cussed and shoved him away. 

Louis got too close, and like a reflex, Violet swung.

Violet didn’t come out of her room for almost two weeks after that. She spoke to no one but Tenn when he brought her food. 

She didn’t come out until Louis spoke to her again.

And it all happened because of her…

“Don’t worry about it, Ruby,” Clementine speaks up. “I’ll tell her.”

“The fuck you will!” Mitch‘s brow furrows in fury and his fists curl. 

“It’s not like she’ll try to stab me just for talking to her,” Clementine argues.

“Oh yeah? Just like how she didn’t try to stab you after the delta, right? For fuck's sake, had Louis and James not stepped in you would’ve had a nice big gash right between your eyes! She attacked you, Clem! And she’s never said sorry or even pretended that she felt guilty about it! She betrayed us! She’s a traitor!”

“Mitch!” Ruby gasps out. “Don’t talk so ugly! Vi’s no such thing! That was years ago and things have changed! Maybe if you put in some more effort-”

“Oh, fucking hell-”

“-then you wouldn’t be so damn quick to be cruel! And y’know, maybe it is time they finally sort this out.”

“Fuck that!”

Clementine straightens herself out and confidently stands up to Mitch. 

“I appreciate your concern, but-”

“My concern ?” Mitch glares. “What, my concern that I’ll have to dig your grave when that bitch snaps and puts a fucking cleaver in you?”

“She wouldn’t really do that, right?” Willy says, eyes widening.

“Of course she would! She’s-”

“Mitchell Robert Daymond!” Ruby exclaims, causing all of them to jump, startled. All eyes fall on Ruby’s small, angry form as she points right at Mitch’s face. “That is enough outta you. This ain’t yer choice, and bein’ a prick about it ain’t gonna get yer way! Gah, ya act like Vi’s some sorta- sorta monster and I’m sick of it.” 

Mitch opens his mouth to speak, only to have Ruby cut him off. 

“ No ,” she demands. “ No more .”

The air becomes uncomfortably heavy as the two glare at one another. Clementine finds herself breathing slower as if a regular breath would be too much for the tension. Glancing over at poor Willy, she finds him standing close behind Mitch, still gripping his arm and looking between the two. 

Only when Mitch tears his gaze away to scowl at the floor does Ruby turn back to Clementine.

“If this is somethin’ ya wanna do, then we’re right behind ya,” she says. “Vi’s not gonna be happy about it, that’s fer sure, but she won’t do nothin’ ta hurt ya, either. I know it.”

The tension in her shoulders relax with her sigh as Clementine nods. 

“I know, and you’re right. I’m tired of this. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life avoiding her when I can try and make things right. Maybe we won’t ever be friends again, but we can at least be on speaking terms." Clementine looks to her ring once more. “Louis will want her at the wedding, and if she isn’t there because of me…”

“Do what ya can, Clem,” Ruby smiles, placing a comforting hand on Clementine’s shoulder. “Just... promise you’ll be careful?”

“I will.”

“Fucking shit,” Mitch hisses under his breath, rubbing both hands over his face in frustration. “If you’re actually serious, then you’re not going alone. I’ll go with you and make sure she doesn’t pull anything.”

“I don’t think that’s a great idea,” Ruby objects. “Yer not exactly sensitive when it comes to stuff like this.”

“Fuck off, I can be sensitive,” Mitch snaps. “I mean- Not that I’d- ... It’s better if someone goes with her and last I checked, you’re supposed to be on watch with Aasim right now. And don’t you have a plan to share, too?”

Ruby hesitates, turning to Clementine with concern. 

Clementine can see why Mitch tagging along wouldn’t be ideal, but she had to admit that having a backup would make her feel a little bit better. Even if he merely escorted her to Violet’s room or made it known that he was only there to keep things from escalating to a boiling point- which, again, Mitch isn’t the ideal candidate for this role- it’d make her feel better.  

Then again, Violet might be doubly pissed to see Mitch, as well.  If there’s anyone she despises as much as Clementine, it’s Mitch.

“You don’t have to-” Clementine starts, only to have him raise his hand. 

“Yeah, I don’t have to do anything,” he frowns. “But, I’m gonna anyway.”

That gets a smile out of her. 

“And you won’t threaten her?”

He stares, then lowers his head in defeat. 

“I won’t say nothin’ unless I gotta.” Then, he turns to Willy. “You okay to clean this place up yourself?”

“Yeah, no problem,” Willy smiles.

“Well, ehm, guess I’ll get Aasim and James and tell ‘em ‘bout the plan,” says Ruby. “Vi should be in her room. She usually turns in early when she doesn’t have watch.”

Before leaving, Ruby turns to Mitch with one final warning, “Be nice.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

The feeling’s back, twisting in Clementine’s gut and accelerating her heart.

With that, they leave the basement.

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The music room is filthy. 

Usually, Louis doesn’t notice or even pay much attention to the cleanliness of any room within the school due to the fact this everywhere is dirty. It doesn’t matter how much Ruby pushes or how many times Aasim scolds them for leaving messes wherever they go, the school will never match the cleanly standards it had prior to the end of the world. 

They have more important things to think about anyway, right?

Or maybe they just can’t be bothered. 

Perhaps both. 

But when he sat at the piano, fingers playing the keys he knew by heart, he noticed a thick layer of dust settled on the worn wood.

Swiping a finger across the top left him absolutely disgusted. To be honest, he can’t remember the last time he actually cleaned the piano, but given that the layer of dust is thick enough to make actual dust bunnies out of, it’s been a while. 

In fact, the music room is kind of a disaster. 

And he needs a better distraction anyway.

Sorting through the records he kept, he picks a classic record to play at random and gets to work. 

Within an hour, he’s already filled an old cardboard box with the trash that once occupied the floor, the tables, and everywhere else that garbage built up over years. Old soda cans, soiled books, broken shards of glass by the windows- all gone. 

Louis wipes down the piano with an old T-shirt he oddly found beneath the couch. Pictures from what looks to be a pirate comic fill the front of the shirt and for the life of him, he can’t remember whose shirt this is. Or was. 

He knows he’s seen it before, knows someone wore it… someone not around anymore.

Shit. 

Nevermind, he doesn’t want to think about that right now. Pushing that thought out of mind, he continues wiping away the dust. While the piano would always be worn, defaced, and out of tune, he still loved it and should remember to keep better care of it. 

So many memories were made sitting here. 

Most good, some bad. 

Memories of him sitting there with clumsy fingers, young and untrained, awaiting his cue from Minnie as she finished jotting down lyrics to their song. 

“Nevermind the darkness, nevermind the storm-”

Memories of him entertaining Tenn when he was scared of a thunderstorm, or playing something silly to make Violet smile. 

Memories of him and Clementine the night of the delta attack. 

“You are super cute.”

“Cute? Wow, uhm-”

Their first kiss. 

Louis runs his finger over their initials encased in a heart, carved by Clementine’s own hand that night right before he opened up to her, thanked her for being with him despite… well, everything. 

God, it seems so far away. 

Since then, more memories have festered within these walls, here at the piano.

“For once, I don’t think you’ve thought this through.”

“Why?”

Satisfied with his work, Louis tosses the shirt away. He slips off his jacket, setting it over the arm of the couch before placing himself comfortably at the piano once more. 

“First of all, it’s going to take us a million years to build all nine-hundred floors. Second, we’re going to need so much paint, and even with all of us helping, it’s going to take us two million years to paint it all! Third, nine-hundred floors means-”

“Nine-hundred and fourteen.”

A deep breath. 

“Excuse me, nine-hundred and fourteen floors means this house is going to be high up in the stars- literally in space!- and you yourself said that you hate climbing stairs. Do you know how many sets of stairs we’re going to need to make it to the top?”

“We’ll have an elevator.”

“That goes through the whole place?”

“Yep. Up, down, and sideways.”

“That’s ridiculous. I love it.”

Eyes close. 

Clementine laughs, pushing against his shoulder as he shakes his head. Whether his chuckle is due to the madness of Clementine’s floor plan, or because her fingers continue to purposely play the wrong keys, he doesn’t know anymore. 

“Then, what about a slide?” she suggests. “A big metal slide that loops around and brings you from top to bottom in seconds.”

“I like it, I like it,” he ponders, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “Except, that won’t help us in actually getting to the top.” 

The cool air blows in through the open window, flickering the flames of his candles and kissing the warmth of his cheeks. 

“What’ll be at the top, anyway?” she asks. “What’ll be worth climbing all those stairs to see?” 

“I don’t know, but it has to be something special.” He thinks about it for a moment. “What do you want?”

“Me?” she asks.

Pulling her hand off the keys, holding it in his own, he asks, “What do you want at the top?”

Another deep breath. 

“I don’t know.”

“C’mon, Clem,” Louis urges. “Anything you want. Name it.” 

She stares down at their linked hand, eyes drift shut as she thinks. 

“Well… we have to have that skylight, right?”

“Obviously, but that’s something I wanted, remember?” 

“Well, I want one, too. If we’re going to be up in space, I want to see it. Imagine seeing the moon that up close.”

“Maybe we’ll have aliens tapping on our roof.”

“I hope so.” 

He kisses her forehead, then her cheek, whispering in her ear, “What do you really want, Clementine?”

Louis’ fingers move effortlessly. 

His soft lullaby fills the air. 

“A tree,” she says firmly. “An apple tree with bright red Honeycrisps, right in the corner, and it’s roots throughout the floor, and-” she grabs his hand, comparing it to hers by pressing their palms together, “- a piano in the center. Any kind you want.”

Their fingers lace together.

“A glossy, grand piano. Mahogany- the color of leaves in autumn,” he brushes a curl from her face, “unbreakable and always in tune.” 

“And you’ll teach me to play?”

“You willing to climb nine-hundred and fourteen floors every day for your lessons?”

“Of course.”

It’s been a long time since he’s thought of their home- rather, their outrageous dream house that was inspired by the depressing story of how his own parents didn’t get to finish building their new home. 

A royal purple, nine-hundred and fourteen floor mansion with a treehouse, a skylight, and an apple tree growing on the top floor. Several pools, movie theatres, pizza parlors, bedrooms, bathrooms with hot tubs and full body showers, aquariums, roller parks- and even with all those things, they still have plenty of room left. 

Louis knows the possibility of that mansion coming to fruition is lower than low, they both know that, but it doesn’t make it any less fun to imagine.

How many nights did they stay up in bed discussing what kind of statue they wanted for the fountain, or what shade of purple they’d paint their bedroom, or how many dogs they would adopt, or if they were going to make Mitch sleep in the treehouse rather than giving him his own room? 

Louis stops playing, chuckling to himself. 

It’s been a long time since he’s played by himself happily, or since he’s thought of composing a brand new song. Usually, when he’s down here so late by himself, it’s to calm down after an all-consuming nightmare-

No.

Don’t think about that. 

Don’t think about that.

Don’t think. 

“An apple tree with bright red Honeycrisps, right in the corner, and it’s roots throughout the floor...”

Maybe he can’t build Clementine an outrageous purple mansion, but he can write her a new song.  

As Louis becomes lost in the music, a brief thought runs through his mind.

Finally... a nice night.

#[with you] #twdg clouis #twdg clementine #twdg louis #clouis #louisentine #twdg louisentine #twdg violet #twdg mitch #twdg willy #twdg james #twdg ruby #twdg aasim #twdg tenn #twdg omar #twdg aj #surprise it's me #i'm back sort of #need to recover #thanks for reading #and for the feedback #i appreciate it so much :D #now i'm off to bed goodnight

[miraculousidiot]

Hello! Can u do the last ask meme you reblogged with Isshiki and Tsukasa? All of them, if you don't mind. Thank you in advance!

omg of course you can!!! thank you for asking tho!!! oh, since it's gonna be long, i'm gonna post tsukasa and isshiki version separately.

tsukasa version

a MORNING text

[text: satoshi] good morning, satoshi.

[text: satoshi] oh, don't forget to have a breakfast. you need to replenish your energy after gardening.

a text that WASN'T SENT

[text: satoshi] you're a great cook and so talented, but it's such a stupid move to vote against central

[text: satoshi] you're really wasting your talent

[text: satoshi] if you became my sidekick, we could be the greatest duo, you know?

[text: satoshi] god, satoshi, i always fail to understand you

[text: satoshi] nevermind... it's embarassing if i sent these to you

a RUSHED text

[text: satoshi] can you answer my call or at least read my text right away? please!!

[text: satoshi] there are lots of people here i'm so anxious

a DRUNK text

[text: satoshi] you're so hot i want you to kiss  me hard

[text: satoshi] nvm i seriously wanna die im so tired why is everything so heavy these days???

a SUGGESTIVE text

[text: satoshi] the way you touch me sometimes feels like you're afraid to break me?? i mean don't worry about that much i like it rough

[text: satoshi] and uh... my mind is constantly occupied with thoughts of you whenever i find some alone time

[text: satoshi] i'm looking forward to the next time we can spend the night

a LATE NIGHT text

[text: satoshi] you're likely asleep at the moment and you said i'm free to vent my thoughts at you any hour

[text: satoshi] i really want to fall asleep but my thoughts are so loud

[text: satoshi] they keep telling me that i'm not worthy, i'm not good enough... am i??

[text: satoshi] can i be the best chef? can i achieve my dreams, satoshi?

[text: satoshi] i don't know why am i shaking right now, i just wish you were here

a HATEFUL text

[text: satoshi] people don't understand my dish really piss me off

[text: satoshi] can they stop telling me that i'm genius? saying that my dish is delicious when it's not? they like my dish because i'm the first seat, no? i don't need those empty compliments!!! they just ignore my effort and hardwork!!!

[text: satoshi] also fuck off asashi

[text: satoshi] sorry for the swear word

a RANDOM text

[text: satoshi] do you know cashmere mailahwa?

a SCARED text

[text: satoshi] it’s hard to say for sure what the future holds for us. truthfully, there’s a lot of uncertainty.

[text: satoshi] i can only resist my fate so much. in the end, staying by my side will be extremely burdensome on you…

[text: satoshi] a multitude of responsibilities will be forced upon your shoulders, is that what you want?

[text: satoshi] i’m being selfish, but I don’t want you to give up on me, although you have every reason to.

a LOVING text

[text: satoshi] thank you for today, satoshi

[text: satoshi] i laughed a lot and it's really therapeutic

[text: satoshi] as if the weight of the world on my shoulder is finally gone

[text: satoshi] you always know how to put me at my ease, i'm so grateful for having you by my side

a CURIOUS text

[text: satoshi] do you have more the kuma bear ones or the inu dog ones?

[text: satoshi] where do you usually buy them? i'm just asking not gonna buy ones tho

an EXCITED text:

[text: satoshi] i saw an extra long grater at ikea, exactly like mine but now asahi's

[text: satoshi] wait. that was even prettier and better. it's a bit expensive but hey at least it's 20% off

[text: satoshi] oh also i saw a limited edition kitchen knife set and yeah it's costly as well... should i buy both??

[text: satoshi] yeah i'll buy both!!!!!!!!

an ACCIDENTAL text

[text: satoshi] *&$*@,gdjdmflx🍑🍌🥭🍒🥖🥜🥐🌰🥦🍅🥦🍑🍎🍆🥭🍎🥦🥥🥦🥥🍆🍏🥐🥥🥔🍅🥖🥐🥒🍺🍽🍽🍹🥂🧊🥡🥮🍤🍡🍣🦑🍣🍡

[text: satoshi] my lock screen must have activated while in my pocket. sorry to bother you in the middle of your exam.

a HEARTBREAKING text

[text: satoshi] you make me too comfortable when i'm with you to the point i forget about pursuing my dreams

[text: satoshi] you know how important are they to me, right?

[text: satoshi] it's time for me to continue chasing my dreams... perhaps it's better if we keep our distance

#sorry for taking long to reply #i hope i'm not wrong answering the post you refer to ehehehe #isshikasa #otp: nothing less than i expected #deskitneskoene #isshiki satoshi #tsukasa eishi

[winchester90210]

The BH 90210 Rewrite. 1x09: The Gentle Art of Listening.

Rewrite Masterlist

Read the previous chapter here!

My work is not to be reposted and/or edited without my expressed written consent. (Reblogging is fine and encouraged!!)

Chapter Summary: Who the hell is Nina? 

Warnings: Mentions of sex, jealousy, swearing. 

Word count: 2,200

A/N: I did skip 1x08 due to there not being a ton to do with it, and if I did write it, it would have been reeeaally short haha. But that means there’s a bonus chapter of some kind coming soon! Next week we’re tackling 1x10: Isn’t It Romantic? which means the start of Dylan and Brenda!

Feedback is incredibly appreciated!

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Crowds of people gathered around the schoolyard, hip-hop music booming and people cheering as the cheerleaders carried on their routine.

“Brandon, did you sign up for Battle of the Beverlies?” Steve taps his friend on the shoulder as he walks up, sun beaming brightly onto them both. His blonde curls were firm in their place, thanks to the substantial amount of hairspray he applied this morning.

“I would have, but since I work nights it’s difficult. What about you?” Brandon’s dirty blonde hair blew in his face, making him crinkle his nose.

“I’m in the uh, coed tug of war,” He smirks.

“Well, aren’t we all?” Dylan sneaks up behind them, in his usual white tee and leather jacket.

“Hey Dylan, I didn’t think grudge week would be your kind of thing,” Brandon greets.

“Grudge week is every guy’s thing,” Dylan chuckles as Steve snickers and puts on his sunglasses.

“What? I don’t get it,”

“Well, a lot of the girls get into the uh, the spirit of the scene and try to pick up older guys,” Steve grins, “Looks like Y/N’s enjoying this tradition herself.” He nods his head over to where you are– leaning with your back against the lockers, hip jutted out, twirling your hair as you talk up some senior jock. “Brandon, I thought you locked her down already?”

“Nah, she… we… agreed to be friends,” he explained for what must have been the umpteenth time that week. Brandon stiffened as he watched you over there with him, as the guy scribbles something down on a piece of paper and hands it to you.

-

“Mom, this is not funny,” Brandon gripes as his mother scrubbed at the dishes. He adjusts the cap on his head and starts chopping up a tomato.

“I didn’t say it was funny, it’s adorable!” She fawns.

“Adorable? How about psychotic?” He argues.

You roll your eyes, “Brandon, she has a crush on you! It’s cute!”

“Right! You should be flattered!” Mrs. Walsh smiles.

“Flattered that a 14-year-old follows me around all day?! And, you know, the worst part of it is, if I accidentally make eye contact with her she pretends she’s looking over the rainbow or something!” You instinctively roll your eyes for the second time. Boy, he was melodramatic sometimes.

“She’s just shy, honey, that’s all. What’s her name?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t care!” He sure acted tough for a guy that was helping his mommy make dinner. And he sure was cute. Even with that dumb blue backwards hat on.

“Oh, you’re such a heartbreaker!” Cindy jokes, moving to set the table.

“It’s because he can afford to be,” you quip.

-

“So, d'ya hear about what Brandon got up to last night with Nina?” Steve wiggles his eyebrows as you both walk through the halls together.

“Nina?” Whatever. You’re friends. And he can talk to other girls. Nothing wrong with that. You don’t care. Nina who?

“Just this incredible older woman he met at the peach pit. They spent some time after work together. Brandon was… pleased,” okay, so you care a little bit.

“And? What’s your point?” You try to hide the eagerness in your voice.

“Get this! She gave him… a foot rub,” your hand immediately comes out and smacks him hard on the shoulder.

“Don’t scare me like that! You think I care if he’s getting massages from people?” You stare at him in disbelief and he laughs, happily.

“That might not be all he’s getting from her soon Y/N/N,”

-

Striding down the hall with Dylan, he begins to speak.

“Y'know, Brandon was asking my advice on making it with an older woman… I’m gonna guess that he wasn’t talking about you,” He grabs your book from you as you walk to study hall in the library. Tread lightly, Y/N. Dangerous territory. Be calm. Cool. Uninterested.

“And? What’d you say?!” Dammit.

“I told him what he wanted to know,” he shrugs.

“No! Don’t do that!” You’re doing great. Super chill.

“It’s fine, the guy has no idea what he’s doing!”

“But you still encouraged him,”

“What should I have said?”

“Anything! "No” or “Stop” or “Hey! What about Y/N?! Do her!”“

"Uh-huh,” the smile on his face was amused, with a familiar yet unknown sparkle in his eye, “And you do realize that would require actually telling him how you feel, right?” You sigh.

“I just can’t believe him, y'know? He refused to sleep with Sheryl because he wasn’t in love with her, but now he’s ready to give it up to some old lady masseuse?”

“…How’d you know she was a masseuse?”

“Steve likes to update me on all things Walsh, whether I want him to or not,” you both enter the library together, quiet chatter fills the room.

You loved talking to Dylan, whenever you talked he listened. Truly listened. He absorbed every single word that fell from your mouth– carefully, intently. It was so drastically different than talking to Steve, who loved annoying you, or Kelly, who you felt was too shallow at times to have a serious conversation with (Okay, it’s not that she’s shallow, she’s great! But she doesn’t like talking about anything more complicated than the sale at Henri Bendel’s or Donna’s impending nose job.)

And… Brenda? You loved her, but you couldn’t talk to her about the raging feelings you had for her brother. And you definitely couldn’t talk to her brother about it, either. Dylan on the other hand… you got each other. As cheesy as it sounds. He could come to you with anything, and you could come to him. And it just worked. You clicked. In like, a total friend way though.

“What about the time he spent the night with you? You weren’t complaining about his pre-marital exploits then,” His eyebrows go up as you both pull out your chairs from the wooden library table.

“Dylan, we didn’t have sex! We talked and I fell asleep in his bed. Fully clothed, platonic, unproblematic,” You sigh defeatedly, resting your chin in your hand, “I haven’t been able to get myself into the peach pit for a few weeks. Because then I’d have to see him in that stupid all-white uniform, looking all… Brandon-like and I don’t know what I’d do with myself. On one hand, I’m totally cool being his friend and on the other… I’m a wreck and I’m missing out on Nat’s apple pie because of it,”

“Well, how about this? We go to the pit around 5, and if you still feel awful after Nat’s apple pie then we can retreat back to my place and watch Animal Crackers. Deal?” You pause.

“You’re on, McKay,”

-

You, Kelly, and Brenda lay on Brenda’s bed, with you in the middle, watching the wooden ceiling fan swirl around and around and around.

“Where do you think we’ll be in 10 years?” Kelly’s voice is quiet under the whirr of the fan. “Like, do you think we’ll be in a good place? Happy?”

“I hope so,” you mumble.

“I’m sure you’ll be in Paris or Rome, with a fashion empire and a gorgeous husband,” Brenda smiles.

Steve and Brandon hold their ears to the bathroom door that connects the two bedrooms.

“Steve, I really don’t think this is a good idea–”

“Relax, it’s a great idea. It’s the only way to hear what actually goes on in there,” Steve scoffs, “Haven’t you spied on your sister before?”

“Yeah, when I was 12. I’m 17, dude,” He scolds him in a whisper as you and the girls chatter on the other side of the door.

“Do you think we’ll be married?” Brenda rests her hands under her head, her brown hair shiny and soft under her palm.

“Oh, totally! Or at least… close to it,” You smile.

“Bren, your husband is gonna be totally cool– like a musician or a race car driver or something. And Y/N/N, your husband’s… ” Her genuine smile morphs into a mischievous smirk “Steve.” You give her an offended gasp as you all erupt into giggles.

“No amount of money in the world, Kel,” you shake your head and sit up against Brenda’s headboard.

Brandon silently cracks up at his friend’s misfortune and perfect timing, and Steve delivers a hard hit to his shoulder.

“Actually, y'know who you’ll probably marry? Brandon,” You’re drop-dead silent. Brenda notices the look you’re giving her and she continues, “No, I’m serious! You guys are like, meant for each other. You’re basically the girl version of him– just prettier, funnier, less annoying, and…actually, majorly out of his league… but still, I think you guys would totally work.”

“There’s no way, he’s too… Brandon,” you reject, “And he’s your brother. I couldn’t do that, Bren. It’d be like Kelly dating my brother!”

“Well… is he cute?” Kelly smirks, blonde hair blowing softly under the fan. “Oh! You got that senior’s number for me, right?”

“Come on, I feel weird doing this,” Brandon protests, “If I want to know something I can just ask, I don’t have to invade her privacy.”

“It’s not like we’re watching them through a window, we’re just listening,”

“Look, you stay here and be creepy, but I have to get ready for work,” He stands up with a huff, leaving his tempestuous friend to his own devices.

-

“So?” Dylan folds his hands as you take your last bite of pie.

“You were right,” You concede, sliding the empty mini tin away from you, “You could say this pie was the answer to world peace and I’d believe you.”

“Want one more?”

“Ah, no I couldn’t. I should probably get going,”

“Crazy, have one more! On the house!”

“Really, I couldn’t,” you insist. Dylan holds up a finger and mouths “One more” and Nat is off into the kitchen.

“The secret is the sour cream,” Nat smiles, small pie in hand.

You look to Dylan, then to Nat. Why are they forcing pie onto you?

“Look, if it’s too much we can share it,” Dylan shrugs. You hand him a fork and leave yours on the counter.

“Brandon should be here soon if you want to stay a minute, I’m sure the kid would be happy to see you, you know… considering,”

“Considering?” You sip from your glass.

“Considering,” he winks, and in one swift motion he’s gone with your empty dish. Okay, you were sure of it. This entire town was on drugs.

Not even 5 minutes later, Brandon comes in through the back, all-white clothes adorning his figure. Heart be still.

“Oh, hey!” He smiles brightly, the scent of his cologne immediately apparent. (When did he start wearing cologne?)

“Oh, hi,” you take one last sip of your water, “I was actually just on my way out.”

“You haven’t even touched your pie yet! You love my pie!” Nat interjects.

“You sit and eat, I’ll be right back,” Dylan’s off into the bathroom and Nat’s disappeared suddenly into one of the booths.

Those bastards.

“So, what’s been going on, Y/N/N?”

“You saw me yesterday, not a ton,” you shrug and stick your fork in your pie, “Hung out with Brenda and Kelly, took a biology test, bought street drugs off some guy in a van,”

He chuckles brightly, “Productive day, huh?” He leans down, propping himself onto the brightly colored counter with his elbows.

“Oh yeah, this might be my favorite part though,” you barely nod as your eyes meet.

“Mine too,” He smiles bashfully, that twinkle in his eye going strong.

“Uh, the– the pie, obviously,”

“Oh yeah, no, the pie’s fantastic,” He grins, “do you want some ice cream with that?”

“Yeah, why not?”

-

The regular hustle and bustle of the hallways was a-go as Steve and Brandon trailed down them.

“Hey Brandon, whatever happened to that older chick that was coming onto you?”

“Oh, we’re just good friends,” He shrugs.

“Face it, you blew it!” Steve shakes his head as he speaks,

“Nothing was blown,” Brandon argued, “I decided against it and called it off.”

“You know what your problem is? You’re hung up on this age thing. What you need is a girl your own age! Someone spunky… annoying… hot, maybe midwestern!” Although those wouldn’t necessarily be Brandon’s choice of adjectives, he knew what his friend was getting to.

“Steve–”

“No, Brandon. I’m sick of you bitching and moaning about this girl, and I’m sick of her bitching about you. Look, I mean this in the friendliest way possible– it’s annoying and you’re both pathetic,”

Brandon’s brows furrow together, “Gee, thanks,”

“No, look, what I’m saying is… Instead of moaning apart… moan… together,” Steve’s eyebrows bounce up and down as he finishes his sentence, paired with his signature Cheshire grin. How long had he been preparing that line for?

“Y'know, that’s very insightful, but I think I’ve got it covered,” Brandon laughs, “But seriously, never give me relationship advice ever again.”

-

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[thewolfbit]

Thoughts on 801

I missed a TON being off Tumblr for almost a week, and I’ve been trying to go through everything in the tag but failing miserably (bc you all ROCK at generating new content, and I am so well fed!!!!). So this is probably really repetitive and jet-laggy, but here are my thoughts (they may be a bit out of order):

Arya Stark!!!! I SHRIEKED

Then my heart broke because she sees some of the most important men in her life again, and none of them see her, and honestly that scene was really painful??? Her reaction! She was so disappointed and it HURT.

D is upset the smallfolk of the North don’t like her, but then her dragons swoop in and TERRIFY everyone and she has SUCH a satisfied smile... like omg HBO is dark!D on main now I guess??

JON AND BRAN REUNION. Jon quickly falls into the “he’s weird but we still love and accept him” group with Sansa and Arya

JON AND SANSA HUG WAS SHORTENED!!! WTF Y’ALL. I’m mad about this!!! Why did they shorten that amazing reunion 2.0 after hyping it so much?? Idk I know they shoot it from multiple angles, but it just seems really strange to me to edit and prep two different versions to air for no apparent reason. (Also, were they for sure the same footage? For example, D and Jorah start walking, but don’t unclasp their hands like they did in the teaser... idk, I need to watch it again when my brain is done being jet lagged.) 

^ Has GoT done this before with any other alternate footage that’s only used for promo?

D: “JON TOLD ME HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE.” That’s it. That’s my take on this line.

D finding out about Viserion being turned was... rushed... I felt like this should have been a MUCH bigger moment. But—

Sansa and Tyrion reunion. Either Tyrion and Jon are both turned into devoted idiots in D’s presence, or they’re playing at something. Sansa sees through that shit with Tyrion!! I drank grape juice (no wine, I’m jet lagged!) to salute her in this scene

ARYA AND JON REUNION. While parts of this were great, I felt so bad for Arya here!! She deserved a real, wonderful, drawn-out reunion like Sansa and Jon got, instead of two seconds of loveliness and then “help me with Sansa and my gf” 🙄 Jon I get that maybe you’re trying to get on Arya’s side and be co-conspirators again like you were as kids but KNOCK IT OFF, you’re annoying me in this episode. #sansadefensesquad (which Arya is totally a part of and DON’T FORGET THAT)

Oh no the dragons only ate the equivalent of 100 human meals today!! 😢 The dragon flying scene was honestly so cringey I felt like we were watching a completely different TV show. Why TF would D just be like “hey ride my 2nd dragon”??? There wasn’t even any pretext?? Like can’t they just throw in a “hey my dragons weirdly like you, they’ve never liked anyone, maybe they’ll let you ride them”?? Anyway I don’t even have anything more to say about this mess of a DotD2.0-setting-up scene other than: IT’S A MESS

Varys: “if you think J*nerys is endgame you aren’t paying attention”

D threatening Sansa. 

N O P E. 

I want to say “TRY IT” but also... pls don’t try it because you’re scary and have WMDs. LEAVE MY GIRL ALONE, she’s trying to defend her home from a usurper, which seems like something you could understand (tbh Sansa has been perfectly respectful... all she is doing is not being friendly!!! What TREASON)

Theon saved Yara!! Wow, super rushed! But OK! Theon is coming back to WF, probably to die by saving Bran or Sansa or something. Sigh. But at least he’s coming back.

Cersei was amazing in this episode. Everything was just so... great. Lena is perfection. Lena is the anti-dragon flying scene. Grape juice all around

Sidenote: some people are mentioning Daario returning with the Golden Company? I need to look more into this, but DANG. That would be interesting. I would love for this show to tie up some of its loose ends

SANSA AND JON SCENE. This is a great scene (even though I was mad at Jon). THE ANGST. THE SUBTEXT. The lines: “You know I do.” “She’s much prettier.” (Aka she’s a pretty version of the Mad King, Jon... it’s not a compliment!!!) and of course:

The Hound’s reunion with Arya... kinda sucked? Idk I know things are Complicated between them and she hated him a lot, but they also had a kind of grudging love for each other after all they went through. I just hated that he called her a bitch. I’m not trying to defend anything the Hound did or said, because it was awful and he wasn’t an amazing role model or anything!! But that’s who he was before, and I sort of thought that after his redemption arc and all that he’d be happier to see Arya. Or at least not call her a bitch, because 

She was a child!!!

He was terrible to her!! She probably would have mercy killed him if he hadn’t been like “I wanted to rape your sister”

If she’d killed him he would be... dead... you’re alive now so calm tf down and don’t call her a bitch!! #aryadefensesquad 

(Also, I’m a bit nervous that they’ll have the Hound and Sansa have a more emotional reunion since they skipped it with him and Arya, and their relationship was even more fraught, so... yikes)

GENDRY AND ARYA REUNION. My Gendrya heart is SOARING!! That shit was cute!!! “You’ve gotten better” omfg Gendry, YOU ADORABLE IDIOT. IMO this was the only good Arya reunion in this episode, sadly

Sam was obviously upset about his dad and brother being executed. Because duh. Jon was upset too. Because duh. Wait until they find out it was execution by FIRE. (I sort of hope Sam doesn’t, because this scene was so sad and I felt so bad for him.) 

I was also annoyed that they made it somewhat comedic with Sam almost getting run over by a wagon and then tripping down the crypt steps or whatever. Sam is an actual human with feelings who just found out his dad and brother died, not just some comic relief 🙄

Sam and Jon reunion! A short nice moment between Sam learning that his family members were killed and Sam telling Jon who his real family members are (...including, coincidentally, the family member who killed Sam’s family members...)

Parentage reveal. I felt like this scene could have been slowed down a bit (and Jon could have shown a lot more consideration of Sam’s news about his dad and brother dying!!), but I get that the audience already knows the truth so they don’t have time to have Sam convince Jon that it’s true. Jon’s first response: “it’s treason.” Aka he’s scared of D’s reaction. Not that he’s gonna lose his relationship with her. Not that he doesn’t think he could be a better leader. But that she’ll turn against him—and now he’s led her into his home.

Jaime rolls up and Bran’s like “HEY PAL.” My guess is that everyone will want to kill him (besides Tyrion and Brienne) but Bran will be like “we need him” or something

Overall, I think the episode had some great Jonsa/dark!D/pol!Jon setup and enough corny J*nerys stuff to make shippers and GA think it’s still a True Romance. 

Stuff I can’t wait for in the next episode:

Sansa(!) and Arya’s reactions to the parentage reveal

D’s reaction, if it happens—Jon might not want to rock the boat and risk losing her support before the WWs come

Varys seeing Sansa as the ruler she is

Jaime swearing an oath to Sansa, Arya, and Bran in Catelyn’s honor

Braime reunion!!!!!

Gendrya moments!!

Everyone saying goodbye to their loved ones before the battle (night before the battle love/passion scenes are MY JAM)

Cersei plotting to kidnap Sansa?

#jonsa #jon x sansa

[diaryofalonegirl]

Dear Diary 1/17/22

Monday,January 17.

This is my first time writing a Diary, It feels odd. The 19th is my birthday. I hope i can write more tomorrow. I felt like i needed to write more. ok,bye. I plan on keeping the diary for a year. I Feel scared for our upcoming test, since i didn't study nor finish my essay.. Tomorrow I have school. Keeping a diary is kinda boring. Blah blah blah. I just gonna write what pops up in my head. Also if anyone reads this or something. Its 2022, 8:41 pm and I'm in 7th grade. I love this girl. I'm just gonna say her initials for privacy reasons. I.P is really beautiful. I've been wondering if i should kiss her or just give her a peck on the cheek. I'm gonna write about her alot. I'm currently reading the Diary of Anne Frank. Hence the reason i'm writing this Diary lol. I'm also watching the movie. OH. I FORGOT TO SAY MY DAD BOUGHT ME A CUTE COMPUTER CASE. its very big and could probably hold my books. Its 8:47. Now its 8.48. I have a science test. I should probably study. Also i gotta read up to 120 pages of that diary for my D.E.A.R reading. The book can get boring at times. MAybe i should keep a paper diary…

Edit: ( made at 9.03 pm) Idk if i should take off I.P's initials since she’s the only girl with those initials in that grade. Anyways, I think ill tell her to come to the bathroom then i give her a peck on the cheek. Also we saw spiderman no way home today. May dies in the film. Im lesbian but Tobey maugire is kinda cute haha. Also the case is pink. Writing a diary is fun, i can say shit about everyone and they wont know haha! OK lets start with my class. 7A bc there are two 7th grades. Let’s start with my friends. Ill be using their initials for some. Micheal. G is a boy i used to annoy the 2nd grade but now we are friends, he’s SUPER tall and kinda fat… he wears glasses and in the honor’s math. Basically math for smart kids. I'm not in it. I hate myself for that. Then there is Sara.S (im spelling her name wrong just for some extra privacy) i think she is autistic or has ADHD, she is really nice but cant sit still, she’s one of my friends, she is currently out sick for i think 3 weeks now or something. She likes sailor moon, cats, dragons and roblox. And boy does she read! Then there is Anna T. Anna acts a bit like Taylor, my old friend, she loves plants and has some names for them, she has them in her room, she likes island in the sun and I'm starting to like,like her if you know what i mean… I really love I.P but im starting to have some feelings for Anna. me and I.P are girlfriends, i feel bad for liking Anna… Anyways lets move on to the rest of the class. We got abigail. S who is very neat. I envy her. She is so clean and she looks perfect. Next we have Mattie or Matelynn who does not like being called that so we all call her mattie. She is the only red head as well as lefty in our class. She writes perfectly and plays soccer, Im jealous of her hand writing. Next we have honor. Honor and mattie are a brew for trouble, they are chatterboxes I swear. I have for some reason slowly gained popularity among the popular girls. Ima call em pops. For the pops we got

Lauren. C

Mattie. W

HOnor . B

Carissa. M

Addie. T

And Sasha. P

Let's talk about lauren. She has brownish blonde hair and brown eyes. She is really skinny, i'm jealous of her. I don't know much about her academic stuff. She is not in honors. I dont know alot about her bc i rarely talk to the pops. Ok now we have Addie. I think she or they or whatever they are is gender fluid or maybe not, she acts femine and more masculine sometimes. Something that i see in myself as a gender queer person. Ok lets not get into gender rn. They are big, like me, but a lot prettier and they do cheer. THey are bffs with sasha and they are failing in math class, i think their math grade was 56% last time I heard from them. Sasha is a fat short girl who i can't tell is latin american or not. She has brown eyes and brownish blonde hair but also tanner-ish skin. I think she has some South american in her decent. Especially because of her last name. Which I will not say here. NOw we got Carrissa, she is really sweet. Sometimes I feel like she could become one of us normal people if she wasnt with the pops, like on the inside she’s really just a plain person like me, i don't mean this in a bad way. I feel like she is just there to fill in a gap between the pops wall, although maybe im wrong? Idk bc im not really in the pop circle. Carrissa is fat like me, maybe a bit skinnier. SHe has blue eyes and brown light hair. You should see 7A and 7B pops at the lunch table during study hall, they are a lot. Ill cover the boys tomorrow. Lets move onto the 7B girls

Edit: i forgot emma. G. she is shy-ish and sweet, she always had a sty that would never go away in her eye. She has blue eyes and blonde-brown hair. She is friends with Ashley. L, Olivia. B and Abigail. S and Rebbeca. L.

Olivia. B

Mariana. M (pop)

Emme. M

Lea.F

Allie. O

Raf. A

Rebbeca. L

Megan. N

Am i forgetting anyone? Also im getting tired, so ill write tomorrow. I gotta go read my Dear. so i dont get in trouble with Mrs. rock tomorrow. Write tomorrow? What was I thinking ?1 Hey its 9:50pm, I just love writing to you, I wish you were a person I could blab all my secrets to. I think i have a dead spot in my room, when i'm on my bed google docs doesn't work, when im on my rocking chair on the other side it does? Weird. Anyways, I wish i knew Anne Frank. I saw some entry in her book about getting her clothes back from her friends after the war… if only she knew she’d died, it breaks my heart. Wait, what if I die young?! Im really thirsty, alos idk if i should ask for a diary for my birthday, but i would hate to have to transfer all this to the paper diary :(. I must start reading now, or ill be in trouble from mrs. rock. I used to hate her but shes not too bad now. Im going to Gwynedd Mercy high school. Oh god if future me doesn't go ill cry, im scared… will i go? THe thing about this diary is that i can never publish it, i talk trash about some many people i might hurt their feelings. Should i start my entries with that sappy Dearest Diary stuff? I like the song someone purer by mystery jets, its sad but good. Ok Diary I really gotta read now, Ur addicting but my grade is gonna drop if i dont read.

I wanna read Anne of Green gables next. afterAnne's diary. Why not read about a red haired orphan?

THats Anne of Green gables!

Heres anne Frank

She is so pretty.

Here’s my favorite actress from the 1940’s, I have a crush on her

She’s beautiful.

Dear Diary, Ill write more tomorrow, I must go read now (im trying out that 1800’s diary stuff hah)

Dear Diary, I am ready to twist my grandma’s head off, it’s 10:32, I’m trying to sleep and she won’t stop

Praying out loud, I want to sleep!!

I was thinking of giving you a name, so that I feel connected to you better, I like a friend. Should I ? My grandma won’t stop praying, I’m ready to superglue her mouth shut! Oh, dear diary. I am sad, I want a journal so badly, this digital is ok but you don’t know how badly I want a paper one :(, I heard my grandma say my dads name in her “praying” it sounds more like she’s dissing him. Oh diary, I have more, remember when I wrote the 1800’s diary stuff? I will keep doing it, it makes me feel closer to you. I’ll call you peony, the flower for Beauty, because peony makes me think of Isa.P or I.P as I used to call her. I love her, I want to kiss her. Dear Diary, please help me have the courage too kiss her.

[stardust-revengers]

How about a headcanon where you're a youtber and all the boys decide to do the makeup challenge and make your face up but fight while doing it? YOU'RE AMAZING BTW

OMGG YES also THANK YOU LUV 💞

-“hey what’s up you guys today I’m doing a makeup challenge with the Holland’s”-“FUCKING HELL HARRY THAT WAS MY FOOT”-“SHUT UP TOM”-“HEY NO FIGHTING ON SET”-“SHUT UP SAM”-“YOU GUYS ARE MEAN”-“….I’m gonna edit this out later”-“HI Y/N YOUTUBE FANDOM NAME”-“oh lord tom really”-“today us British boys are gonna do the make up challenge on this beautiful child here y/n”-“shut it tom”-“okay first is primer”-*tom holds up highlighter* “is this it”?-“no you div it’s this!”*harry holding up lipstick*-“you are so dumb why are you even here it’s this” *sam hold up foundation”-“guys seriously it’s this”*you hold up primer”-“ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh””makes sense”-“DIBS ON PUTTING ON FIRST”-“BITCH IM OLDER”-“YEAH WELL IM SPIDER-MAN SO SHUT YOUR FACE”-“why am I here….”-“guys seriously stop I’ll put on the primer and foundation”-“sorry y/n”-“okay tom can do high light”-* literally puts so much you can’t see your face in the camera*”oh shit”-“oh well I’m spiderman” “just because you are Spider-Man doesn’t make you a YouTube star jerk”!-“guys where did paddy go?”-*paddy just in your room reading not wanting any part of this”-“OKAY NEXT LIPSTICK”-“ILL DO IT”-“IM THERE FAVORITE”-“WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT”-“BECAUSE IM SPIDER-“-“I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU SAY BECAUSE IM SPIDER-MAN ILL HAVE MARVEL PERSONALLY FIRE YOU BITCH”-“I CAN DO IT BETTER CUZ IM PRETTIER”-“OH I KNOW YOU DID NOT BITCH THIS HIGHLIGHT IS BRIGHTER THEN YOUR FUTURE”*harry gestures to the highlighter*-“guys can we just film the vid”-“okay I’ll do the eyeliner”-“surreee like sam can do eyeliner”-“SHUT THE FU-“-“OKAY”-in the end your face was too bright,your cat eyes were not matching because harry did one eye and sam did the other but I mean at least you got good holland content of them fighting over makeup:’)

#send me headcanons or ask for them :’) #send me your name or a description for a ship #asks #Sam holland #Tom holland #m’s writing #harry holland #paddy holland

[melodylandmouse]

I’M BACK.

Hiatus is officially over, so now I’ve gotta catch up on Artfight and the roleplays I’ve been neglecting. :’D

Updates on stuff and spazzing under the cut. I’ve bolded some keywords, so look for those to find the paragraphs you actually care about bc I ramble.

A’IGHT, SO THE CONVENTION WAS AWESOME. As were all the other attractions near the Chicago area that we went to. :D I took lots of pictures of the city that I need to go through and edit, got to see see Lake Michigan (which was cool because it was the first time I looked out over water and wasn’t able to see the opposite shore at all), and was a total loser within a few feet of the members of STEAM POWERED GIRAFFE (which hopefully wasn’t memorable for them fhdsihgjkdshgjfd) and they signed my shirt and took a picture with me in my SPG Fanbot cosplay. Best weekend of my life. The anime stuff was cool too, but I mostly payed attention to the steampunk and cartoon stuff that was there. xD I need to go to more steampunk conventions...

BUT SPEAKING OF COSPLAY, no pictures yet, sorry. I was gonna wear my WIP lawbot suit on the 9th, but ended up skipping that day altogether for various reasons, so rather than putting it on and getting some lame pictures, I’m gonna wait until it’s finished and get some COOL pictures. ;D I have replaced the dress shirt’s buttons, made the bowtie and vest, and am halfway done with the emblem (which unfortunately won’t light up unless i can figure that out gaaaahhhh), but in order to actually make the suit jacket and slacks I gotta find a better pattern. The Burda one i have right now doesn’t have enough instructions for a newb like myself, so I’m gonna look for either a lot of tutorials or a Simplicity pattern instead. No idea when that’ll be done, but the vest only took me a day of work so hopefully the rest won’t take forever either once I sit down and do it.

NOW FOR BLOG UPDATES YAY.

Sorry to all the ROLEPLAYS that I’ve been just not touching for at least ten days now, I’ll be getting on those ASAP. I’ve got so many of those going right now... That said, I’m still open to more if you hit me up. Just be aware that I am pretty slow on replies, as just about anyone I’ve ever rped with will tell you. I do a lot of other stuff at the same time and my motivation is a fickle thing that I have not yet learned how to whip into submission somehow. I still love roleplaying though, it’s helped me flesh out several characters already. Plus I really love it when my characters interact with other peoples’ characters. <3

I’M STILL WORKING ON THE COMIC I SWEAR. I know updates on it are slow, but it’s already been like eight years in the works now? So I’m not dropping it. Ever. As soon as I finally get out this chapter, the next storyline/chapter is where it should start getting really good, and I’m hella psyched. It’s the original story that I’ve reworked about five times by now, based on that dream I had in like fifth grade which is the reason Mumble and Benny even exist as characters. However stoked I am to start drawing that though, the Coach Z thing actually is necessary. Not only is it really good practice to get me into the swing of making comics (which is actually brand new to me, i’ve never actually sat down and really committed to it before now), but there’s also a semi-important plot point right near the end of it? And a character. I’m 90% sure that he needs a brief introduction, and here be where he gets it. So look forward to that.

IF ANYONE HAS ANY TIPS FOR DOING BACKGROUNDS THEN PLEASE HIT ME UP. If you’ve been reading the tags of the comic pages, I think I’ve said before that I flounder when it comes to making the backgrounds of those things, so if you’ve got any unique/different techniques for that kind of thing and wouldn’t mind letting me know so that I can try some stuff, I would love you forever. I especially struggle with the more geometric stuff (i.e. the interiors of cog buildings fml).

On a side note, I’M WORKING ON UPDATING MY CHARACTER PAGE! The new one will not only be prettier and possibly harder to read if you’re dislexic or have eyes but it will also have ALL of my more developed OCs on it that will either play a memorable role in the comic or that I have/will roleplay with. Some of my more minor characters will also be on there, but they won’t get their own pages to themselves. The new pages for the major/supporting characters, however, are more complete than just the drawing references that are on my current character page. The overview/synopsis/whatever for each character will basically be the same, but the pages also have the character’s tag right there, plus some info about their laff/level, sexuality and gender, and gag tracks. Before I publish the full page, you will be seeing me post a bunch of drawing references for all of the characters that are even mentioned on the new page just like I did for Julian before the hiatus. If you wanna keep count or just have an idea of how many to expect, I’ll be doing a total of I think eleven references for the main character pages (four of which are already done and have been posted at some point), and then several more for the minor characters. I don’t have an exact number there yet oof.

ALRIGHT LAST NOTE, I’M GOING TO BE POSTING SOME BACKSTABBER ADOPTABLES AT SOME POINT. I sketched a bunch of knives a while ago and most of them I thought looked kinda cool, so since I had at least a few interested parties on Discord, I’m going to be finishing some of those designs and giving them brief stories, then posting them here for other people to take because wtf am I supposed to do with all these knife people. I only need two of them wink. I’ll probably make designs for at least three more of them depending on popularity after I get that faceless one started for Summer to do with as she pleases, so be watching for those either this month or the next at the latest methinks.

That’s all folks!

#mumble squeaks #a lot #that was longer than i thought it'd be #but that's less that i have to shove into the tags of my actual posts so #yeh #i'm tired #but i already slept six hours today #so idk if i'll be able to sleep much tonight #ewaugh #ps if anyone wants my discord feel free to message me on here i'll hand it out to anyone #i can also throw you an invite to the toonblr discord i and most of toonblr is on at this point #so there's that #i keep posting wips and stuff there #whatever i don't think is good enough for this actual blog x'D #i also roleplay on there a lot #so yeah