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pies-writes-and-more · 3 years

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Hii- if you're taking any request, could I get one where reader, Yamaguchi, and Tsukishima are friends but the reader constantly drops hints that she likes Yams but he misinterprets them as for Tsukki? 👉🏻👈🏻 dkgjsjfje no need to rush yourself tho oki? You can do it in your own time ❤️ hope you have a wonderful day/night! ✨

Word Count: 2,036

Warnings: probably some swearing, a bit of angst but there’s a happy ending promise!

Pairing: Yamaguchi Tadashi x Fem!Reader

A/N: Thank you for the request! I dunno if I fully got the idea you wanted haha but here you go! (Originally thought @thisnoodlewritesao3 gave in this request but apparently she didn’t!!!! So whoever sent this in thank you so much!!!!). Enjoy lovelies!

(not my gif, creds to the original creator :))

Today was the day. Yamaguchi had never been so confident with one of his decisions before. But this one. This one he was sure of.

He tucked the broken pieces of his heart into some deep part of him as he stared at himself in the mirror. He stared at himself in the mirror for a second before nodding to himself. Today was the day, he whispered to himself for what felt like the millionth time. Today was the day he would let go.

He knew it was going to hurt, he knew that his heart was already falling apart but it didn’t matter. How can you be broken hearted over losing someone when they weren’t yours in the first place?

The day started like any other school day, Yamaguchi meeting up with you and Tsukishima on the corner of the street where all your paths met. Like usual, you and Tsukishima were already there since you both lived closer than Yamaguchi did.

“Hi Yams!” You beamed up at him and he tried his best to give a genuine smile back. Why did this smile look so much different than the one you gave Tsukki?

“You took longer than usual,” Tsukishima commented, raising an eyebrow at his best friend.

Yamaguchi had hoped he wouldn’t noticed, but it wasn’t really all that surprising that he did, “Just got up late,” he said with a smile, trying to be convincing.

Tsukishima watched him for a moment, raising an eyebrow as if to ask are you sure you’re okay? Yamaguchi just gave a small nod and then turned to you as you talked about the project that was due today.

He wanted to keep walking with you, listening to you go on about your day, about the dog you saw on your way over, about your family and anything else that made you smile. But he kept slowing down his pace, watching from behind what it would look like, you and Tsukki walking together. Why did you two look so much better than he could ever dream?

“Yams?” Your voice drew him from his thoughts, him offering his typical I’m okay smile. “You seem really out of it today, are you feeling sick?” You asked, pressing a hand to his forehead to check his temperature.

He wanted to press against your hand just a little longer, the feeling of your skin on his always made his heart flutter. But instead, he just laughed and shook his head, “I’m alright. I guess I’m still a little asleep!”

You seemed to buy it and nod, linking your arm with his, “Come on then, don’t slow down on me. If you do, I have to walk with Tsukishima and I don’t think he likes my company,” you laugh.

Tsukishima just rolled his eyes and pulled his headphones on like he normally did in the mornings when the three of you walked together. Yamaguchi always wondered if he did this so he could have more privacy to talk to you. Tsukishima had known right away that Yamaguchi’s heart only beat for you. But what else did he know?

Did he know that Yamaguchi would always step back for him? Did he know that you just seemed so much happier with him, the one who was so much cooler? So much taller? So much smarter? That you would be better off with him?

But you just talked on, trying to get Yams back into how he was normally, asking about his weekend and morning. By the time you all got to school, Tsukishima said something about needing to go find the third years and talk to them about something. It was a lie and Yamaguchi was sure of that.

Tsukishima had been trying to tell him lately to stop being so scared and just tell you how he felt. He even insisted that you had been trying to drop little hints all the time but Yamaguchi was sure that Tsukishima was just exaggerating (though, he wasn’t really the exaggerating kind). But how had Tsukishima not noticed how much time you spent by his side? How had he not realized that you always seemed to try and get his attention, always tried to get him talking?

You had to be in love with Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi was sure of that. Because who would ever go for him, an emotional freckled loser, when Tsukki was around?

“Yams, do you think confessing ruins a lot of friendships?” You asked softly as the two of you walked slowly through the almost empty courtyard, not a lot of students on campus yet.

His eyes locked onto yours for a moment, the surprise in them flickering away as he quickly looked away, “What do you mean?”

“I mean... it’s so easy for friends to fall in love isn’t it? You know everything about a person, see everything they are, the good and the bad, and... you just can’t help it.” There was such a lightness to your voice. Yamaguchi’s heart was pounding against his chest, was this the moment you’d tell him? That you were in love with his best friend? What was he even supposed to say?

“I... suppose,” he mumbled quietly, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Are you in love?”

“I’ve never been in love before,” you admitted shyly, smiling up at his direction but still noting that he was refusing to look at you. “But I think I might be.”

Somewhere, Yamaguchi wanted to tell her that Tsukki would never be interested. Even if Yamaguchi wasn’t in love with you, Tsukki didn’t really seem all that interested in relationships right now. So wouldn’t it be better for you to not bother getting her heart broken? Because his was already breaking and it was hurting like hell - shouldn’t he try to save you from that. He wanted to tell you to save yourself, but instead he heard himself say, “You should tell him then...”

He closed his eyes, ready for you to tell him with an excited tone that you were going to find Tsukki. Tell him how you felt. He saw a flash of a lifetime in his head, what you would look like on your first date with Tsukki holding your hand, how your smile would meet Tsukki’s eyes more than Yamaguchi’s, how you would offer your heart to Tsukki, and not Yamaguchi-

“I’m trying to, but he’s refusing to look at me,” you said suddenly, a laugh in your voice. What was that in your laugh? Was that... nervousness?

Yamaguchi’s eyes popped open, looking down at you with surprise. “W-What?”

“If you’d just pay attention to me, this confession would’ve been over a while ago,” you laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of your head. Now that he was looking at you, your eyes didn’t want to meet his.

“Confession?” Yamaguchi’s voice cracked and his ears were burning with embarrassment now.

You bit down on your lip, a nervous habit of yours, and pulled out a cute little teddy bear plush from your backpack, “I got this at the arcade we went to a few days ago. And that day, when it was just you and me, I realized that you’re the only one I want to be with all the time. You’re always there for me and after meeting you, every one of those songs I listen to just... makes sense.”

Yamaguchi was dreaming wasn’t he? He was going to wake up in a few seconds and be sorely disappointed. He was going to punch his pillow and shed a few tears because this was all just a dream right?

“I know we’ve been friends for like forever, and that volleyball takes up a lot of your time lately. But if... I dunno if maybe you feel the same way, maybe we could go on a date sometime? There’s this cute cafe I heard about nearby and they have these milkshakes that I think we would like-” you rambled nervously, noting his open-mouth expression and lack of response.

There was one thing that Yamaguchi was never able to do during dreams. One thing he always wanted to do but always woke up before. He had to wake up before he fell too far in this dream, he had to wake up before he wasn’t able to and this dream took over his whole mind. Before he could think through it rationally, Yamaguchi took your face in his hands and pressed a quick peck to your lips.

His lips felt like heaven against yours, your eyes widening as he stood there, holding your hands like he was even surprised he had been able to do that.

“Y-Yams?” You squeaked, unsure that that had really just happened.

“That doesn’t normally happen,” he murmured to himself, staring down at you like you were going to disappear in a few seconds.

“W-When?” You whispered back, a little confused.

“When I dream about this,” Yamaguchi’s whole face was going red now. His eyes were widening and his fingers were starting to shake against your cheeks. He pulled away from you, clasping a hand against his mouth realizing what he had just done. “I-I’m not dreaming.”

“N-Nope,” you can’t help but laugh, holding a hand over your lips. “You dream about me?”

“Y-Yea. No. I mean. Not like... weird things or anything I just-” Yamaguchi rambled, shaking his hands in front of him nervously. “I’m so sorry, Y/N, I thought, I just normally don’t-”

“You know, when I told Y/N to confess to you today, I didn’t think you’d react like that,” Tsukishima laughed from across the courtyard, grinning bigger than Yamaguchi had ever seen before.

“Y-You knew?”

“Y/N’s been annoying me all week about it,” Tsukishima rolled his eyes, “Something about wanting to know if feelings were reciprocated or something. As if you two haven’t been drooling over each other ever since meeting.” He shrugged like this was a normal thing, like seeing his two friends confess and kiss was just a typical Monday morning thing.

Yamaguchi’s chest was feeling so tight, like his heart had stopped working from shock. Was this a heart attack? Is this what all those people were always warning you about? Was he dying?

“Oi, Tadashi, you haven’t given her an answer yet,” Tsukishima scoffed, shaking his head. “Accept her confession, ask her out on a date, and then let’s get to class. People are going to start staring soon.”

Yamaguchi spluttered out a, “I really like you, Y/N!”, his cheeks burning with embarrassment and surprise, wishing he could rewind and go back. He took the teddy bear that was still in your hands, smiling a little at the cute bow around its neck and the smile on its face that was looking back at him.

You just giggled and rocked on your feet nervously, “Well I’d hope so. You don’t go around kissing girls you don’t like do you?”

“O-Of course not!” He shook his head, letting out a nervous laugh. “That cafe date sounds really nice.”

The two of you just stood there for a moment, shyly avoiding each other’s eyes until Tsukishima sighed while walking over, and pushed Yamaguchi over to you, “Alright, let’s go then.” He said, as if fed up with you both but Yamaguchi swore he saw a smile on the salty boy’s face.

“I really like you too,” you whisper to Yamaguchi later, taking his hand in yours and letting your fingers tangle together.

Later, Yamaguchi would tell you he honestly thought you were into Tsukishima and would laugh when your nose scrunched up, “Oh God no!” You smirked, shaking your head. “I was trying to make sure he liked me. I figured you wouldn’t go out with a girl that Tsukishima wouldn’t at least tolerate.”

Yamaguchi laughed and pressed a kiss to your cheek. He held your face in his hands again, just admiring your face and the way you smiled at him. This smile seemed to be reserved just for him and he wanted to look at it forever.

That was the day that Yamaguchi promised himself he would never let you go. You were his now, and he didn’t ever want to lose you.

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girls-love-girls1200 · 4 years

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66. Kim Lip x Reader •Together•

This came longer than expected, hope you enjoy it

Warnings: slight mention of abuse

A locker slammed shut a few feet away, one of the guys from the swim team threw you a flirty look as he passed by, his friends hanging around him like flies, resting your head against the cool metal, you closed your eyes, trying to regain control over your thoughts, you didn’t even hear your best friend approaching until her face was an inch away from yours, dark eyes staring at you inquisitively,

“You look awful y/n jesus, weekends at your dad’s seem to be taking a toll on you.”

Picking up your backpack, you flung it over your shoulder, hitting a freshman in the face in the process, Siyeon broke out in a fit of laughter as she ruffled the poor boy’s hair before shoving him playfully, he didn’t seem to be having so much fun as scurried away without even giving you a chance to apologize, you let out a tired giggle before your eyes met with the disapproving ones of last person you wanted to see at that precise moment. Siyeon stopped in her tracks as she felt you tense up against her, but it was too late, the senior counsellor had already grabbed your arm, your best friend’s grip tightening around your other,

“Y/n, you will not avoid me any longer than you already have.”

You smiled sheepishly at the older woman who had insisted on scheduling sessions every Monday mornings with her, after having found out about your current family issues through a notice that unknowingly to you been passed to all your teachers.

“Listen Yoona, I get it, you’re young and full of passion for your job, you’re ready to help poor teens struggling with how butt ugly they are, but I do not need your help, I’m fine and more than competent to handle my emotions and my struggles on my own thanks, have a great Monday.”

Her pretty face morphed in shock at your words, shrugging her hands of your arm you made a quick b-line, dragging Siyeon behind you.

“Sarcasm and denial are not the way to deal with this y/n!”

“Ah! Lippie thank God you’re here, maybe you can talk some sense into your girlfriend.”

Her hands reached for the sides of your face, lifting it slightly so that she could get a good look at it, she immediately noticed the dark circles under your eyes, you weren’t wearing any makeup, and your lips seemed more chapped than usual, you felt your body tingle under her worried gaze, pulling away from her you glared at Siyeon who only pulled her tongue at you,

“Why? What’s wrong babe?”

She tried to pull you back towards her so that she could look into your eyes but to no avail, you resisted, grabbing onto your best friends’ arm, Jungeun’s eyebrows furrowed with concern,

“Nothing is wrong, Yoona just tried to scold me for hitting a freshman, but I manged to get away from her devil grasp just in time.”

You knew your girlfriend hadn’t bought a single word you said from the second they left your mouth, she was about to reply when by miracle Jiwoo popped up from behind her, not even greeting an of you before diving into the wild account of how her weekend went, her bubbly voice cutting through the tense atmosphere that had been previously forming. You felt Jungeun’s inquisitive stare on you all the way to class, for probably the first time in your life you were relieved of arriving at your algebra lesson, your teachers’ expressionless face welcomed you in the doorway as you scurried inside, thinking about the imminent conversation that was going to happen the next time you’d see your girlfriend.

You knew avoiding confrontation was probably the least rational choice you could make, yet you found yourself sitting alone on one of the restricted balconies on your school’s second floor, with the curtains pulled inside you knew it was impossible to see you, this had become your go to spot whenever you felt like skipping class to be on your own, nobody ever used the language lab in the morning anyways, just making it easy for you to disappear when needed.

The night before had been so chaotic you hadn’t even had a moment to prepare your lunch for today, your stomach grumbling in complaint as you nibbled on some crackers that had been in your backpack since the previous week,

Your phone lit up on your lap, as another one of the girls sent you a message, asking where you were, you were about to turn it off when a message from your best friend arrived,

From Wolfass🐺: I know where you are, I’ve told the girls you had some homework to catch up on, Lippie isn’t buying it and she keeps staring at me as if she wants me dead. I’m terrified.

Your heart swelled with love at the realization the Siyeon would always have your back no matter what, it had been that way ever since you were in your diapers, she never left your side.

To Wolfass🐺: I owe you a thousand, love you so much.

As the bell rung you made the decision on skipping literature, guilt pooling in your stomach as you imagined Jungeun’s face as she walked into the classroom without seeing you in your usual spot next to the window, so that you could look at the birdies when things got boring.

Your phone vibrating dragged you out of your self hate spiral, another missed call from your girlfriend and a new message.

From Wolfass🐺: You know I got you, but I really think you should give Miss Lim a chance, you don’t have to handle this thing on your own babes, and you’re gonna have to talk to Lip at some point, that girl loves you so much she’s on the verge of killing herself from overthinking.

You felt your muscles tense in anxiety at the thought of having to talk to Jungeun about how you were being forced to spend the weekends at your dad’s place, she knew your relationship with him was complicated to say the least, but you were also aware of how much it would pain her to know what you really had to go through.

To Lippie💘: Sorry about today babe, not feeling very well don’t worry tho I won’t miss tonight’s game, I’ll see you there and we can talk after

To Lippie💘: I love you

From Lippie💘: I’m already worried but ok

From Lippie💘: ttyl

She was not happy at all. You cursed at yourself for being so damn stupid, knowing you should have been honest with her from the beginning, and yet, your own denial had stopped you. Not being in the right head space you packed your stuff and left. Your mom was on a day shift today so you knew there would be no one at home to interrogate you on how come you weren’t at school.

The chilly spring air nipped at your cheeks, wrapping your arms around yourself you closed your eyes as Jungeun’s familiar scent enveloped your senses,

“You’re so cheesy y/n, wearing your girlfriend’s team sweater at her first game as team captain. You almost make we want to throw up…”

You shoved Siyeon so hard she almost fell off the bleacher, ignoring her curses you scanned the field anxiously until your gaze fell on a familiar head of chocolate locks, Jungeun was busy tying her hair into a tight ponytail, her eyes scanning the crowd, timed seemed to stop for a second as her nervous gaze met yours, a toothy grin plastered itself onto your features as you waved at her. Her own smile didn’t quite reach her eyes as it usually did, giving you a small nod, she lowered her head back to the ground.

Your body worked faster than your mind, quickly getting on your feet after leaving your soda with Siyeon, you bounced down the crowded bleachers, making your way to the side of the field you pushed your way through the school paper club until you reached the fence that separated you from the team. You didn’t even have to call her, in a second your girlfriend was in front of you, hands resting on the cold metal between you. Your hand reached for her cheek as you smoothly pulled her into you, her lips fit perfectly between yours, a low hum of appreciation swallowed in the kiss. Pulling away as you heard her coach calling all the players to him, you smiled warmly,

“Don’t be nervous, you’ll do great, just as usual.”

Jungeun’s cheeks tinted pink at your words, you caught her red lips in one last loving kiss before turning around, your girlfriend’s eyes never leaving your figure as you made your way back to your seat, warmth spreading through her entire body after the quick interaction. She was ready to win.

The eerie car park was almost empty by the time your girlfriend stepped into it, in a second she had spotted your figure, resting against her car, scrolling through your phone, with the last energies that remained Jungeun sprinted towards, a surprised squeal leaving escaping mouth as she lifted you into her arms.

“Well look if it isn’t miss star player herself.”

An embarrassed groan tumbled out of her lips, running her hand through her soft hair she smiled at you. There were these moments in your relationship in which neither of you had to say a word, and yet you both understood, you knew her smile meant more than she could ever even put into words, yet a shadow of concern still lurked in the corner of her eyes.

“I like seeing you in this sweater, I think it brings me good luck.”

Her long fingers toyed with the strings of your sweatshirt, slowly creeping up until they reached your chin, she pulled your face to meet her own. Again, as her lips danced with yours, you could understand exactly what she wanted to say, her fingers trailing down to your hips, suddenly you found yourself pressed against the cold metal of the car, unsure whether the goose bumps came from that or from your girlfriend’s tongue sliding against your bottom lip, almost as if she was asking for your permission. Your fingers pulled teasingly at the soft baby hairs on the back of her neck, her cold hands finding their way under your shirt eliciting a small hum of appreciation that only seemed to spur her on, her lips detached from your own before leaving a hot trace along your jawline, on your pulse point, teeth nibbled at your sensitive skin as your head tilted back in response.

Jungeun pulled away at light speed as a series of whistles and cat calls echoed through the parking lot, a few of her teammates that had obviously lagged behind could be heard laughing as they made their way to their own vehicles, your girlfriends head burying into your neck, you could only imagine the shade of crimson her cheeks had turned. Chuckling softly you caressed the back of her head before getting into the car, your fingers toyed with the heating panel for a couple of minutes, trying to ignore the unspoken words that hung in the small space, you could feel Jungeun’s eyes on you every few seconds.

“Please keep your eyes on the road, I would like to make it home alive.”

She didn’t even bother clapping back at you with some snarky comment like she usually would, her hand snaking from the gearshift to your thigh, giving a light squeeze, her gaze straight ahead, a nervous sigh fell from your lips as you focused on the trees flying past you.

“My dad won his latest custody appeal.”

You took the complete silence that followed your statement as an invite to carry on,

“Which means, I now have to spend weekends at his place.”

Jungeun slowly nodded her head as she processed the news, you took her eyebrows furrowing as a bad sign,

“Which is, as you know, the last place I ever want to be. But he convinced the judge that he is a brand-new man, three years sober and with an actual job in a garage downtown.”

The older girl seemed to know where this was heading as her fingers intertwined with yours, her thumb rubbing small circles on the back of your hand,

“Only one of those two statements is true, I’m sure you can guess which.”

As you turned into Jungeun’s driveway the car came to a stop, unfastening her seatbelt she turned to face you, her thumb reaching to wipe away a tear you didn’t even know was there.

“Y/n why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

Biting at your lip, you couldn’t seem to find a plausible answer to that very easy question, you were scared to look into her sweet eyes as the silence around you became almost suffocating.

“I’m not angry babe, I just wished you would have told me, I’m sure my mom could help us figure something out, y/n you can’t stay at that place if it isn’t safe, please, don’t do this to yourself. If something happened to you I...”

Tears started falling from your eyes as you felt the concern oozing from every pore of her body, not being able to stand seeing you like this, Jungeun pulled her seat back as you took the invitation to climb onto her lap, small sobs rattling through your body, one of her hands started rubbing comforting circles on your back, the other pulling your head even closer to her as she kissed every inch of you she could reach.

“I don’t want you to be scared y/n, I promise we’ll figure this out, together.”

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cherishingstydia · 4 years

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Falling for Mr. Buckley

~Originally this was going to be based on “Maid in Manhattan” but it kinda changed as I wrote it ~

Eddie Diaz had been doing maintenance work in Mr. Buckley’s office building for a few months now. He’d never met him, but he knew how handsome he was from faculty photos up around the building.

Eddies cousin Samuel was getting married and even tho it was Eddies day off the last one hired always had to take the calls. So he had to go in and flip the breakers. Since the Church was much closer to the office he decided he could just stop by and do it quick even tho he was already in his suit it would be fine he wasn’t doing anything where he’d get dirty. Eddies son Christopher also went with him. He sat in the lobby while his dad finished up some work.

“Now who do we have here?” Mr. Buckley asked smiling at Christoper.

“Christopher Diaz pleased to meet you!” Christopher said reaching his hand out to shake Mr. Buckley’s hand.

“Well it’s nice to meet you I’m Buck” Mr. Buckley said shaking the boys hand.

Christopher giggled “What kind of name is Buck? Are you a deer?”

“What are you the tiniest business man? Whats with the suit kid?” Buck teased.

“MIJO!” Eddie yelled “What have I told you about talking to strangers!”

“It’s not a stranger its Buck.” Chris rolled his eyes.

“Oh! Mr. Buckley I am so sorry.” Eddie said straightening his tie and smoothing down his hair.

“Hello!” Buck smiled reaching out for Eddies hand.

Eddie reaches out and the moment their hands touched they both felt it sparks were flying. Neither one could understand how something so small could seem so significant.

“Do I know you?” Buck asked smiling. “I know everyone I work with and with a face like that I know I wouldn’t forget you.....Wait a minute Diaz...You’re Nick Diaz from accounting I wasn’t expecting you until later this afternoon.

“No, actually I’m-” Eddie said before being interrupted by Mr. Buckley.

Bucks phone went off.

“I’m sorry Nick I have to take this call, but it was very nice meeting you. The forms are on my desk feel free to grab them, and go I’m so busy today otherwise I’d walk with you to get them” Eddie said.

Just now they both realized neither one had let go of the others hand, and they’d been standing their hand in hand the whole time. Eddie quickly pulled his hand back and cleared his throat.

“Sorry gotta run” Buck said rushing toward the door

“Daddy why does Buck think you are Nick?” Christopher asked.

“Just a little mix up Mijo.” Eddie patted Chris on the head “Now we need to go Uncle Sammy needs his best man and ring bearer.’‘Eddie scooped up Christopher and they left the office.

“You never told me how hot Nick was!” Buck exclaimed to his assistant Kelly over the phone.

“What?” Kelly laughed “I didn’t think he was your type.”

“Tall, Dark, and Handsome? Whats not to like.” Buck laughed.

“I mean he’s not bad looking, but he certainly isn’t tall! Plus he’s married.” Kelly said. “Hes kinda old too!”

“Not tall? I mean maybe not as tall as me but he’s not much shorter than I am” Buck said “Also if he’s married why doesn’t he have on a ring on? If I had a man that looked like that there’s no way I’d be ok with him walking around with out a ring, and he certainly isn’t too much older than me...I’d guess around 5 years or so.”

“You’re crazy! Nick is about as tall as I am and I’m only 5′5”. So no he’s not that tall.” Kelly laughed. “5 years try more like 20.”

“Whatever you say Kelly! See you in the office Monday morning.” Buck said.

“See ya then Boss!” Kelly said.

Monday Morning

Buck couldn’t stop thinking about that short encounter with Nick. They’d barely spoke but he felt like there might be something there. The moment their hands touched he felt something. Buck decided even tho it wasn’t the best or most ethical decision he’d just take a peak at his personal file. The man in the photo was not the man he had met days before. Who was this mystery man, and would he ever find him again. Buck heard a knock at his door.

“Come on in” Buck said.

“Um hi uh Mr.Buckley I just wanted to clear up the confusion I am a Diaz but I’m not the one you were looking for.” Eddie said.

“Well hello not Nick actually I think you might be the one I’ve been looking for. Please call me Buck, and also you could call me tonight” Buck winked and slid his business card across his desk.

“I’m Eddie and I do the maintenance work around here. I’m a single father so I don’t really think I’m what you’re looking for” Eddie said turning his back to leave.

“You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. How about we go out tonight and change that.” Buck grinned.

“Sorry I can’t.” Eddie said nervously running out of the room.

Buck wondered did he come on too strong? He had a bad habit of that sometimes.

Eddie leaned against the wall outside Bucks office and sighed. He could barely come up with anything to say and Buck was just Mr. Smooth with all these lines, and while this might have worked on Eddie years ago he only dated people who wanted something serious. He had to think about Christopher.

A few weeks went by and Buck went from never seeing Buck to seeing him multiple times a week.

“Hey” Buck whispered approaching Eddie.

“Hey” Eddie said shyly.

“Look I’m sorry for the way I was acting the other week. Those lines I was using were totally not me at all I just got really nervous, and when I’m nervous I turn into this cocky jerk who uses really bad pick up lines. I apologize if I crossed the line I’ve never dated a coworker before, and I felt like there might be something special between us,but if you’re not interested I totally understand.’‘ Buck sighed and walked away.

Wow maybe he had him all wrong. Maybe Buck wasn’t at all what he thought. That was a very genuine mature apology. Him and Christopher must’ve gotten along too since Christopher had been begging to see Buck again.

Another few weeks went by Eddie was gonna go talk to Buck the next day to see if he still wanted to grab dinner.He would have done it sooner but Buck had been away on business.

Later that evening

Eddie was walking with Christopher down town when he saw Buck with a handsome older man through the window of an Italian bistro.

“Just my luck I had my chance and blew it” Eddie thought to himself.

The next day

Eddie was under Bucks desk trying to fix his computer before he came in today. He didn’t wanna face him.

“Good Morning Kelly.” Buck said.

Eddie froze. He knew he was gonna have to see him and talk to him since he was in his office.

“Morning boss. Wow I like how I’m the assistant yet you bring me coffee you're truly too kind.” Kelly smiled.

“It’s just coffee it isn’t a big deal. Besides friends do nice things for each other.” Buck laughed.

“He’s even more perfect than I imagined” Eddie thought to himself.

“Oh and maintenance is working on your computer. The power went out last night and the generator didn't kick on so he’s just running some tests to make sure everything is ok.” Kelly said

“I hope so after last nights disaster of a dinner with my father. I don’t need any more bad news.” Buck laughed nervously.

“Father?? So it wasn’t a date” Eddie whispered.

“What?” Buck said.

Eddie jumped and knocked his head on the bottom of the desk. Eddie crawled out and stood up straight.

“Uh well Mr. Buckley sir I heard last nights dinner didn’t go too well. Maybe we could grab dinner tonight and talk. I think you were right I think there might be something here.” Eddie smiled and layed a card with his number on Bucks desk.

“One condition....stop calling me Mr. Buckley. It’s Buck.” Buck smiled.

“Ok Buck. What would you like to do tonight?” Eddie grinned.

“Surprise me!” Buck winked.

“Ok.” Eddie said warily.

“How am I supposed to do that?” Eddie thought to himself.

Later that night

Eddie decided he isn’t gonna do some big fancy date. That isn’t him this date is gonna be just a normal date. There will be no wooing and if Buck doesn’t like it then this can be their first and last date.

New text from: Buck

“So what are we doing tonight?” Buck asked.

“Harrison park shows classic movies on Saturdays, and all the best food trucks in town are there. I figured we could check it out. I was thinking of going around 6:30.” Eddie replied.

“Sounds perfect! I’ll meet you there.” Buck replied nearly immediately.

Eddie sighed thinking about how he needed to stop thinking of Mr. Buckley.....Buck as some rich snob. Clearly he’s just a really nice guy who also happens to be rich.

Eddie arrived a little earlier to get the blanket spread out so the had a good place to watch the movie. He saw Buck arriving in jeans and a nice T-shirt, but some how he looked even hotter than he did in his suit at work. The blue shirt really made his eyes pop.

Eddies style was really just flannels and jeans. It was a first date, but since he knew how nice Buck seemed and since it was just in the park he thought this should be fine.

Buck first saw Eddie in a suit and immediately thought he was hot. It’s not even just that though even in the work issued button down that wasn’t the most flattering shirt Eddie still managed to pull it off. This man was so beautiful he could probably make a potato sack look good. Something about that flannel tho Buck thought he’d never seen anyone look better.

“Hey Buck over here!” Eddie waved.

Buck nodded and headed over to Eddie.

“Glad you finally started calling me Buck.” Buck smiled.

“Sorry it’s a hard habit to break.” Eddie sighed.

“It’s not a problem I just feel old and like I’m your boss when you call me that. It just feels wrong” Buck said.

“Technically you’re not my boss since I work maintenance. Mr. Han is my boss. We are not even really co workers I mean kind of, but not really.” Eddie paused “sorry for rambling.”

“ I’ve done my fair share of rambling so you’re good” Buck laughed.

Eddies phone started ringing.

“Sorry I gotta take this Chris is with Carla tonight so I better make sure everything is ok.”

“Hey is Chris ok” Eddie asked in a panic.

“Chris is fine, but I’m sick, and I really don’t want him catching it. Could you come get him. I’m sorry I know you have a date tonight.” Carla apologized.

“I’ll be right there” Eddie said before hanging up.

“I’m really sorry but the babysitter is sick so I need to go get my son. Maybe we can try this again sometime?” Eddie asked.

“I’d like that” Buck smiled. “Don’t worry about it your kid should always be put first.”

Eddie was in awe of this man. He was not only good looking and funny, but incredibly understanding. He was the total package.

“You’re amazing!” Eddie said before kissing Buck on the cheek and running off.

Eddie winced when he got to his truck. Were they really at the kiss on the cheek place. He couldn’t believe what he’d done. He heard a knock on his window. It was Buck.

“ Hey I think you missed.” Buck smiled.

“What?” Eddie asked.

Buck leaned in the window kissing Eddie on the mouth. Eddie could barely believe how right this felt. He hadn’t felt this way in a long time....or maybe ever.

“Whoa!” Eddie whispered.

“Yeah.” Buck replied softly.

“Ok as hard as it is to leave after that I still gotta go” Eddie smiled.

“Maybe I could come with you , we could get dinner with your son. If not it’s fine I totally understand boundaries and if I’m over stepping just-”

Eddie cut Buck off by kissing him again “Sounds perfect. You made quite an impression on him at the office he keeps asking about you.”

Once they arrived to pick up Christopher. Eddie went in and came out followed by Christopher shortly and he saw Buck.

“Hey it’s the deer guy.” Christopher giggled.

“Hey it’s the worlds tiniest business man” Buck winked.

“How do you have inside jokes you met one time for like 2 minutes” Eddie chuckled.

Christopher loved people, but Eddie was in disbelief of how quickly he was attached to Buck.

After 1 month of dating and Eddie knew it. Buck was the only person in the world for him. Well to be honest he knew it after the first date.

“Can we talk.” Eddie asked.

“Anytime.” Buck smiled.

“So I know that we’ve only been dating for a short period of time, but I need to tell you something.” Eddie said nervously.

Buck smiled as if he knew what Eddie wanted to say. Buck reached over and grabbed Eddies hand reassuringly.

“I don’t care if it’s too soon to say,but I’m in love with you. I’ve never felt like this before” Eddie said letting out a deep breath.

“I love you too and even if it’s too soon I have to say this. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. The happiest part of my day is spending time with you and Chris. Please say you’ll marry me” Buck said nervously.

“Buck I’ve known I wanted to marry you since our first date.” Eddie smiled before kissing Buck.

“So that’s a yes?” Buck asked.

“That’s a 1 million percent yes” Eddie grinned before hugging Buck tightly.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 #cherishingstydiawrites

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misslisterkeepsajournal · 4 years

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1826 Sunday 2 April

6 40/60 11 10/60

Incurred a cross last night thinking of Pi [Mariana] had first put up my right middle finger but this never does any good

Read a few pages over again iii de Faublas - wrote the rough draft of the index of the 13th 14th and 15th of last month - Letter 3 pages the ends and under the seal from M- [Mariana] (Scarbro', Dr. Belcombe's, King Street) - ....

'Fred why did you give me leave to act for myself when I had no longer the power I sent my letter to Mr Charles Lawton on Monday it was not decisive but sufficiently so to leave it in his own power to recal me or not I told him Fred 'that my affection was gone my esteem shaken that I had no feeling left which could support me under a repetition of the annoyances I had had to contend with consequently it was not likely that I could meet them again with calmness that thro Stephs and your interference the present disagreement might be made up but that I felt convinced in my own mind it was but for a time for I feared I knew us both too well to expect on either side the bearance or for which I knew it would require to ensure our living together' I also repeated much that I had said before and certainly my letter was such that not one man in a thousand I think would act as I suspect Mr Charles Lawton will but Fred he knows too well the consequences to himself of my leaving him and selfishness will in this instance as in every other occurrence of his life turn the scale his letters are the most incoherent compositions you ever read.....Fred in this business I have not allowed my own opinion to have any weight you said I must return and Steph said so too it was the remembrance of what you had said that made me listen to his arguments that were strong and perhaps as far as the world was concerned convincing but I am no longer a servant of the worlds further than is consistent with religious or moral duties'

Pi [Mariana] goes on expressing herself well on the subject very well for the general eye her letter would do her credit she told me when here if it had not been for me she should not have been with him now but did she deceive herself for is she not now minded to leave him chiefly to be with me I do not think she calculated on my opposition to the world she appears exemplary alas the world knows not our connection or how we have always cheated delta [Charles Lawton] our intercourse is what adultery and when she leaves him it is to come to me I am attached to her she has my heart and faith tho I last night said to myself in bed I would rather go abroad without her wished to be a while at liberty and have my fling in Italy it is a bad business she ought not to have married -

'I think on dits [gossip] would have passed lightly over me as far as regarded merely myself our greatest difficulty would have been with regard to each other and Fred would it have suited you to run the risk of having me altogether to provide for this might have been for as difficulties present themselves at present they might be considered in surmountable were the comforts I decidedly give withdrawn' -

She says of Mrs Milne

'you have been gulled most entirely Harriet certainly was not ill here and I am perfectly convinced the feeling she has expressed for you is neither to your credit or hers it was an excitement which you or anyone else might have awakened for had she possessed one particle of virtuous regard she could not have spoken of you to me in the way in which she did' ......

Pi [Mariana] makes allowances for me and behaves very handsomely.....

'my heart my thoughts have never had a temptation to wander had yours been as little provoked you would doubtless have been equally steadfast' -

Left my room at 9 1/2 (that the housemaid might make the bed and got to church in time) and went into the drawing room and at 10 1/2 had written sealed and directed 3 pages and the ends of a letter in answer said I was glad my last has been too late to do mischief - I repented of what I had written the moment it was gone - 'my judgement slumbered in that bitter moment on the pillow of regard' but I was now myself again I had said she must return and so had Steph and we were right whatever happened all was well done now all things had surely worked together for good I could convince when we met again that she had never so much cause to be happy I should not in future quarrel with the risk of having to provide for her altogether said I saw nothing but sunshine I would bring forward a thousand convincing arguments when we met I could not hint at now bade her take them on trust till then I was as happy as she could wish me to be in her absence she had done me an infinity of good about Mrs Milne hoped never to behold her again but if I should it would not matter Pi [Mariana] herself would soon own that what had happened was for our I should never forget the allowances she made for me and she should have nothing to regret in future that I could prevent in fact my letter was one of comfort said I did not see what could be better than what she wrote on Monday to delta [Charles Lawton] mentioned his letter on Friday as sufficiently consistent and proper and concluding with the hope of my witnessing the return of their regard and happiness for that he seemed to think that Stephs influence would induce her to return it was on all accounts best that he should his obligation due to Steph I think my letter will surely set her at ease and she will perhaps have left him with a tolerably good grace before very long -

'Harriet did give your message to my mother - she read it herself, and returned H- [Harriet] the letter saying 'Probably Miss L- [Lister] and I may never meet again - Tis better we should not' Anne told me this - she has never mentioned your name to me, tho' I have given her opportunities'....

Said I was satisfied on this subject - bade her give my love to them all, and to her mother in particular, and tell her, I was satisfied she had read my message thro' Mrs. M- [Milne] assured that she would now for ever acquit me of the charge of ingratitude for her former kindness, and do me the justice to take as the last and best mark of respect I could now pay her, my complying with her wish in avoiding, as far as I could, the possibility of our ever meeting again -

Gave George my letter for the post to 'Mrs. Lawton Dr. Belcombe's King street Scarbro'' - (my last was directed in this way - the 1st time I ever directed to her Mrs. L- [Lawton]) and went in to breakfast at 10 1/2 - Read my aunt the whole of M-'s [Mariana's] letter except a line or 2 about Mrs. M- [Milne] my aunt behaves very handsomely wishes Pi [Mariana] to go back now but thinks she will perhaps have left him by the time we go abroad and will receive and treat her as her niece and if she has nothing she share with us this was more than I expected and I shall not forget it -

Read aloud the morning service, and the 1st of Polwheles sermons (on the magi following the star, and worshipping our saviour) - inadvertently read the epistle and gospel before the communion service and then missaid the 6 middle commandments alas! my mind was astray - then slept 1/2 hour - then skimmed over the last Yorkshire Gazette, and read a good deal aloud to my aunt -

Thomas Greenwood came about 4 this afternoon and brought his foreman Turner with the plan they have made for building (for about £1100, or £1200) 3 shops at Northgate to let for £40 a year each - It wont do at all - but went as gently over this ground as I could - said we should not like to do much at present - might build up the ruined cottage to let for £14 or £15 a year, and no more - but should change the back entrance to the house - Greenwood would take nothing for his time and trouble so told him I would give his man something, and gave him 5/. -

Had come upstairs for 20 minutes before reading the morning service and also for about 1/2 hour between 3 and 4, then again at 4 40/60 and then and at these 2 times before wrote the whole of this journal of today which took me till 5 25/60 - writing my journal always does me good - I am always more composed - Dressed - dinner at 6 1/4 tea and coffee at 8 - afterwards read almost wholly aloud the 1st 106 pages volume 1 Granby that M- [Mariana] brought us to read - rain during last night - damp and drizling till between 9 and 10 this morning - afterwards fine day - Barometer 1 1/2 degree above changeable Fahrenheit 42° at 9 3/4 p.m. at which hour came up to bed - E..O.. read over again from page 134 to 163 (examining the words) iii de Faublas -

Reference: SH:7/ML/E/9/0079

#anne lister #anne lister code breaker #gentleman jack #1826 #mariana lawton #harriet milne

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gdwessel · 3 years

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Wrestle Kingdom 15 Night 2 - January 5, 2020; Tokyo Possibly Entering Another "State Of Emergency” This Week

The second night of the biggest date(s) on the NJPW calendar, Wrestle Kingdom 15, was held earlier today, and you can see it now on NJPWWorld or FITE TV. As expected, a lot happened here.

- January 5, 2021, Tokyo Dome (NJPWWorld, FITE TV)

STARDOM Offer Match: Utami Hayashishita, Saya Kamitani & AZM [Queen’s Quest] d. Maika, Natsupoi & Himeka [Donna del Mundo] (Kamitani > Natsupoi, Phoenix Splash, 9:48) (Untelevised Dark Match)

STARDOM Offer Match: Giulia & Syuri [Donna del Mundo] d. Mayu Iwatami [STARS] & Tam Nakano [Cosmic Angels] (Giulia > Nakano, Glorious Driver, 12:49) (Untelevised Dark Match)

Provisional KOPW2021 4-Way Match: Toru Yano [CHAOS] d. BUSHI [Los Ingobernables], Bad Luck Fale [Bullet Club] & Chase Owens [Bullet Club] (Yano > BUSHI, Pinfall, 7:34) - Yano is the Provisional KOPW2021

IWGP Juniorheavyweight Tag Team Championship: El Desperado & Yoshinobu Kanemaru [SZKG] © d. Ryusuke Taguchi & Master Wato (Desperado > Taguchi, Pinche Loco, 13:20) - Despy/Kanemaru succeed their 2nd defense

NEVER Openweight Championship: Shingo Takagi [Los Ingobernables] © d. Jeff Cobb [The Empire] (Last of the Dragon, 21:11) - Shingo succeeds his 1st defense

SANADA [Los Ingobernables] d. EVIL [Bullet Club] (Moonsault Press, 23:40)

IWGP Juniorheavyweight Championship: Hiromu Takahashi [Los Ingobernables] d. Taiji Ishimori [Bullet Club] © (Timebomb II, 25:31) - Ishimori fails his 1st defense - Hiromu is the 88th champion

IWGP Heavyweight & IWGP Intercontinental Championships: Kota Ibushi ©© d. Jay White [Bullet Club] (Kamigoye, 48:05) - Ibushi succeeds his 1st IWGP Heavyweight defense - Ibushi succeeds his 1st IWGP Intercontinental defense

Making his first defense of the Double Gold a mere 24 hours after winning the belts from Tetsuya Naito, Kota Ibushi defends the titles against Switchblade in what has to be the third-longest IWGP Heavyweight title match since I started this blog (the other two being the Best 2 Out Of 3 Falls match at Dominion 2018, and the 60-minute time-limit draw at Dominion 2017, both featuring Kazuchika Okada v. Kenny Omega). Ibushi was victorious, and was immediately challenged by SANADA, who vanquished his former partner EVIL earlier in the show, for the belts, which was met with a handshake. Backstage, Ibushi swore he was going to unify the titles, which puts a nice little bit of confusion as to whether or not these are still separate titles, or a situation like AJPW’s original Triple Crown. Certainly in the Naito era, they were defended as if one unified title. But as Naito himself complained, NJPW have never been clear about this at all. There certainly are arguments both for, and against, the Double Gold being a unified title. We’ll have those arguments soon enough.

Jay White, in the meantime, cut one HELL of a promo, claiming he is “done,” and he was speaking not as Switchblade, but “Jamie,” and how much he sacrificed in the midst of a pandemic, and still his New Era has not come to pass. He claims he will be at New Year Dash!! tomorrow, but not after that. The going theories are:

He is quitting NJPW and going to either AEW or WWE

He is either quitting, or getting kicked out of, Bullet Club, which will lead to a babyface turn

This is just Jay being the fragile edgy edgelord that the Switchblade character always has been, and this is all a ruse.

I would say the latter two are the most likely, as I don’t think Jay White is quitting NJPW. Kenny Omega said this same line after failing against Okada at WK11 too. He was back soon enough. I don’t know about Jay as babyface at this stage; certainly, when he was a Young Lion and on excursion at ROH, he was a good baby. (My partner certainly wants him to be that again!) Switchblade became the top heel in NJPW, with such an unorthodox promo style, some very sneaky cheating offense, and got the crowd to absolutely hate him the way he should be. That’s a very rare talent nowadays in modern professional wrestling. Either way, tomorrow’s show maybe will shed some light.

Hiromu Takahashi, by virtue of winning BOSJ27, beating the Super J-Cup 2020 winner, AND regaining the IWGP Juniorheavyweight title, is now the unquestioned Ace of the junior division, taking that particular vacancy left by KUSHIDA. And really, we always could see that coming. This match being the semi-main of a Wrestle Kingdom shows what kind of power Hiromu has as a performer, and how much of an absence there is when he is not there.

Shingo v. Cobb absolutely banged, and you need to see that match for sure. Master Wato does not have a title as yet. He will get one soon I am certain. Toru Yano begins 2021 the way he left 2020, by being the Provisional KOPW2021, even tho it was at the cost of BUSHI. The two STARDOM matches went off very well from what I am told, but we won’t ever know for certain, as STARDOM even confirmed these matches won’t be on STARDOM World either. Alas.

The announced attendance today was 7,801, which is a lot closer to what the government had in mind. Even so, that is a 5,000+ drop from yesterday. Last year’s shows, which were not in a pandemic, saw a 10,000 or so drop between Night 1 and Night 2 as well. Certainly the pandemic and the limited amount of seating allowed played a part, but also, I have to think that the crowd is still more in tune with the traditional January 4 date for this show that’s been in effect since 1992. This year’s attendance really shouldn’t be any sort of measuring stick, due to the pandemic, and everything surrounding it. The two-night WK may not be necessary next year. But it may be.

On that note, there is talk of Tokyo going into a state of emergency (read: lockdown) as soon as the end of this week:

The Japanese government said on Monday it was considering declaring a state of emergency in and around Tokyo as coronavirus cases climb, casting fresh doubt over whether it can push ahead with the summer Olympics and keep economic damage to a minimum.

Citing government sources, Kyodo News reported that preparations were being made for a state of emergency that would take effect by Friday and last about a month.

Tokyo and the three surrounding prefectures, which have requested an emergency declaration, asked residents to refrain from non-essential, non-urgent outings after 8 p.m. from Friday until at least the end of the month, and said eateries must close by that time.

Economy Minister Yasutoshi Nishimura, in charge of coronavirus countermeasures, said the government would make a decision on an emergency “as soon as possible” after listening to experts.

Quite a bit of this has been foisted into the spotlight internationally as sumo yokozuna Hakuho has tested positive for COVID-19, as well as other rikishi not in Hakuho’s stable, and there is talk that the upcoming year-opening basho, due to start Sunday at Tokyo Ryogoku Kokugikan, may not happen at all. Nothing has been decided yet as far as I can see. This won’t affect New Year Dash!! happening tomorrow. This may definitely affect the New Beginning cycle of shows, the vast majority of which take place at Tokyo Korakuen Hall, with another at Tokyo Ota Ward Gymnasium. Things can change very quickly.

Wrestle Kingdom 15 is now over. Tomorrow’s New Year Dash!! card will give us some idea at how the NJPW year will start to take shape. Jay’s promo definitely put the cat among the pigeons. The show will be on NJPWWorld, and maybe on FITE TV although I can’t find that for certain. As is tradition, this is a mystery card, not revealed until the show starts.

Hope you enjoyed both nights of Wrestle Kingdom 15, and here’s to a thrilling 2021 for New Japan Pro Wrestling.

#NJPW #new japan pro wrestling #wrestle kingdom 15 #njwk15 #kota ibushi #Jay White #hiromu takahashi #sanada #seiya sanada #Shingo Takagi #toru yano #Jeff Cobb #COVID-19 #tokyo dome #stardom #world wonder ring stardom #njpwworld #fite tv

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itsmyusualphannie · 4 years

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something wrong in the village

Chapter 2/5: exodus Beta: @candanandphilnot Rating: T Warnings: None Read on ao3

Summary: Fiona Lester has a secret. Dan Howell thinks they hate each other. Dan meets an online friend and comes to realize something important about himself while juggling a changing relationship with his parents, friends, and Fiona.

~~~ previous chapter ~~~ next chapter ~~~

"But Mum!"

"Don't 'But Mum' me!" Dan's mum stood in front of the dining table, fists clenched on her hips like a warrior preparing to charge into battle. "You know what I said yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that!"

Dan slumped in his seat, eyebrows furrowed furiously. His arms were crossed, shoulders hunched as he scowled up at his mum. "I've been planning to go for months! You can't just stop me from going, I have plans!"

"I am not stopping you from going," she barked, "but if you keep on like this, then I will. I said you could go on Sunday and not the entire weekend!" She whirled to her husband, who was sitting demurely as he munched on toast. "Back me up!"

Dan's dad glanced up, gaze flicking between both of their set stances. He sighed. "Dan, just because it's been three weeks since your suspension doesn't mean you're not grounded. I'm sorry, but you should have thought about this before you decided to tussle with a girl. In class, no less."

Dan's mum nodded in approval, but then her eyes narrowed, so he hastily added, "Anyone, I mean. Tussled with anyone."

"Fiona isn't grounded!" Dan burst out, but he shrank back into his seat when his mum's dangerously-slitted gaze swivelled to him.

"You're not going with your friends," she said with an air of finality. "I'll take you up there Sunday morning and you can spend all day there, but you're not staying the entire weekend. That's the day when your favourite band is playing anyway. You'll be home by midnight. And that's my decision. You can either accept it or not go at all."

Dan shoved his half-eaten plate away from him with a clatter, and then he stormed to his room. His lip stung with his effort to stay silent, teeth digging into it. He threw himself down upon his bed once he got there, the surge of fury he'd been maintaining throughout that entire conversation now beginning to fade once he had a few rooms and a slammed door between him and his parents.

This annual weekend festival was the biggest music event of the year, at least for Dan. He had been looking forward to it the instant he'd left last year's festival, head whirling and heart pumping dangerously from the thrill of the drumbeats. He'd planned for months with his friends, their car ride and clothes and snacks sorted down to the last detail. Sure, they weren't all the closest of friends, but they were mates who liked the same sort of music that Dan liked, and that really all that mattered. One of them had an older sister who was going to the festival and she'd offered her car as a ride for the small group of friends, so it had all finally fallen into place.

It was all for nothing, now. Dan couldn't go with them. The comradery of the trip would be meaningless if Dan showed up on the last day of the festival. The others would have already bonded and had fun without him, and Dan doubted that he'd be seamlessly accepted into the group once he'd missed most of the action. Sure, Muse was Dan's favourite band, but they certainly weren't the only band he liked. He'd miss two full days worth of bands and singers.

It was Wednesday, and Dan had been alternating between arguing and pleading for the past week to convince his parents to let him go on Friday. He doubted it would happen now, with only one day between him and the first festival day.

Dan got up and opened his door just to slam it again. His mum's voice rose somewhere in the house, but he flipped the lock and ignored her. He crossed the room and threw himself into his seat at the desk, yanking open his laptop.

It took less than ten seconds to send a quick can't go friday, parents are fucking arses. b there sunday to his mates' group chat, and then he closed it out and resolved to ignore them until the day actually came. A small part of him whispered that maybe, just maybe, they would be glad he wasn't coming. They'd have more fun without him anyway.

Dan opened his browser. With slow fingers, he tapped in a website URL. Before he'd even gotten five characters typed, the browser auto-filled the rest. He had, perhaps, been visiting this website multiple times a day for the past few weeks. It wasn't even a porn website.

It loaded, bright colours immediately assaulting Dan's vision. He blinked away the spots that invaded his sight, mousing over the page to click on the uppermost right corner, a speech bubble that had been revealed after a few mutual messages back and forth with a certain correspondent.

The FRIEND chat function opened. A message was waiting for him, the sender 'amazingphil.' Dan let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and clicked on his chat with Phil.

Agree to disagree, read the message in a bubbly font. or! just agree. think about it: a shiba inu and corgi mix. I'd lose my mind

Dan huffed a laugh without meaning to do so. He hadn't meant to keep talking to this 'Phil,' but he'd been intrigued by the enthusiastic and carefree way the other boy talked. They'd shared many common interests and disagreed on just as many, but both provided topics with which they could converse. Some topics lasted a few days of conversation, while some only a few lines in the chat. Dan had long ago lost his resolve that this was a bot, or that he was simply doing this just to be ironic. He'd never before found it so easy to just...talk to someone.

sure, Dan typed as a response to Phil's message. ngl if i saw a shiba inu/corgi puppy i would die for it

He sent the message, then hastily added, what would the mashup name be tho, shorgi? corgi inu? coriba?

He scrolled back up their chat after sending that one, glancing over their past messages as he went. Dan thought, maybe, if he and Phil ever met, he could probably use some of these as blackmail for eternity.

What's wrong with it? read one of Phil's messages from Monday. it's just easier that way, you don't get crumbs or chocolate all over your fingers

it's HELL. biting into a kitkat without breaking it is just wrong. i don't think i can speak to you anymore

Dan snorted a laugh and shook his head, continuing to go further up through their chat history.

i killed a plant this morning :(

wtf, Dan had replied. This had been last Friday, the first day Dan had begun begging his parents to let him attend the full festival. He hadn't been in the best of moods then, either, but it had at least been better than today.

i didn't mean to! i saw a cute boy and accidentally stepped on a sunflower :((

Dan remembered his hesitation then, his long pause at the open way Phil had typed that. Maybe Phil hadn't found it that easy, maybe he had agonized over the message before sending it. Dan had no way of knowing. Not for the first time since he'd started talking to Phil, Dan had hurt with the desire to see him in person and just talk. He'd replied with a simple wow, disaster

:'( Phil had replied, and that would have been the last message on the topic, but Dan's fingers had suddenly worked faster than his brain and he'd typed disbelievingly, wait, how tf did you step on a sunflower. aren't they fucking massive or summat?

D': it was a baby sunflower!! it's even worse

you're a monster, Dan had typed. His heart had stepped up a few beats as he'd added no more looking at cute boys for you. they're all mine now

nooo that's the only good part of my terrible days, Phil had bewailed, and Dan remembered that he had laughed out of the sheer thrill of it, the casual acceptance of a stranger on the internet.

A ping! sounded from the browser and a tiny alert appeared. New messages! it declared. Scroll down to view them.

Dan scrolled down to view them.

shorgi! Phil had answered Dan's query about the hypothetical mix-breed puppy. no, shinorgi, he'd added a moment later. Even as Dan was reading them, another message popped up. Actually these probably already exist. I'm going to look them up, wiat

wiat, Dan mocked the typo, but he waited. Phil sent a picture a moment later, a beautiful golden-haired puppy with a curling tail. It had a wide smile directed at the camera, eyes bright and intelligent.

I WOULD DIE FOR HIM. WHAT A GOOD BOI, replied Dan instantly, abandoning his aesthetic use of all lowercase spelling.

SAME, Phil enthused.

Dan considered punching his computer or himself, just to get the image of the puppy away from him. Nothing that adorable should exist in this world. Humanity didn't deserve it.

i want to eat him, Phil added.

weirdo, typed Dan, but he knew what Phil meant, and wasn't that the strange thing about all of this? It had been three weeks since they'd started talking, and Dan knew what he meant.

I have to do homework now, popped up another message from Phil. send me some doggo pics to help me through these hard times.

Dan rolled his eyes, but he opened another browser and searched for cute dog pics, and he downloaded them, and he sent them to Phil.

He didn't realize he'd been smiling ever since he'd opened this chat.

~~~

Heat seared the back of Dan's neck as he weaved his way between milling, chattering groups. Music was a dull roar in the background, temporarily drowned out by the loud discussions all around him. The ground thrummed in the beat, beat, beat rhythm of the drums and the crowd's stomps in the Pit Stage.

Dan had just left the Pit Stage. Two of his friends were still there, jostled between screaming fans of The Prettyboys and doing their fair share of jostling as well, but Dan hadn't been feeling the usual buzz that came with listening to furious tunes. It had been just a little too frenzied, so Dan had simple squirmed his way from the heaving, bellowing throng, and made his way outside.

He didn't know where he was headed next. The rest of his friends were in the Dance tent, but Dan had had enough of flailing teenagers doing their best to embody their favourite dancer, so he wasn't going back after the disaster earlier.

"Sorry, sweetie," slurred a pink-haired woman as she bumped into him. Her makeup was sweating under the glare from the sun directly overhead, a more grotesque facsimile of the liquid pooling in Dan's armpits and making its way down his back. The woman disentangled herself with someone's picnic basket on the ground and left Dan, offering him a friendly parting wave and then chugging directly from the flask in her other hand.

Dan swiped ineffectually at the smear of sweat she'd left on his shirt sleeve, but then he gave up and continued on. He would go to the Main Stage, he decided. Muse would start in a little less than an hour and that's where they would be playing, so he might as well.

He'd arrived at the festival only four hours before, his mum dropping him off with a cheerful wave and a "call if your friends can't bring you back tonight!" and then a sterner "and you'd better be home by midnight," but Dan's stamina had worn down quickly. He wasn't sure if it was the lack of time spent throwing himself into every band's time on the different stages, unlike his friends, who had been here since Friday morning, or if it was the suffocating heat, or that he hadn't heard from Phil since yesterday morning. Sure, it had only been one day, but ever since they had started talking, they hadn't missed a day of communication. In any case, Dan's energy had dwindled, his feet ached, his stomach growled, and he wanted to curl up in the shadow of the nearest unused boombox and take a nap.

The grass bristled beneath his feet as he trudged toward the Main Stage. Despite the thousands of people packing it into the dirt beneath their feet, it was stubborn still. A few people had even spread blankets on the grass and were sprawled across them, sunbathing or just resting surrounded by the sparse crowd. Dan was almost jealous, as he could be doing the same if his mum had let him come Friday with the supplies he'd planned, but then, he didn't fully understand the appeal of willingly sacrificing oneself to be roasted beneath the scorching rays when a breeze, albeit a small one, could be obtained by simply walking and flapping his shirt back and forth every-so-often.

The crowds thinned as Dan walked further from the Pit Stage, but began to grow in size again as he neared the Main Stage. He was bumped into with every few steps he took, and while most people weren't as drunkenly apologetic as the previous woman, they let him sidle past.

His phone buzzed as he passed the entrance to the Main Stage. He finagled it from his pocket, wiping sweat on his jeans to swipe at the screen. It was a text from one of his friends to the group chat, asking where everyone was.

Muse in 40 mins! said the message. let's meet at the front b4 we miss good spots.

Dan didn't bother answering, slipping his phone back into his pocket instead. They would find him soon enough, probably.

It wasn't that Dan didn't want to be around his friends, it was that...well, yeah, he didn't want to be around his friends. He had an awful ache gnawing at him, the feeling that his friends were having the time of their lives and Dan was most definitely not having any time of his life. It might have just been that Dan had been looking forward to this for an entire year and the experience wasn't living up to his expectations. Perhaps it was because he hadn't watched Muse perform yet and the experience wouldn't truly begin until then.

An elbow thudded into Dan's side, interrupting his ruminations. He winced and leaned away, willing to let the person go past him and further into the stage area, but he was only jabbed again, and then once more.

"Ow," Dan finally complained, and he turned toward his assailant, and then. He stopped. He blinked. He breathed. "What are you doing here?"

Fiona scoffed at him. "Everyone in fucking England is at the festival right now, either here or in Leeds. As if I wouldn't be."

Dan recoiled, but he couldn't recoil very far. He hit the mass of bodies and came right back to his original position. "But you - " There was absolutely nothing that could have made this day any worse than it already was.

"What are you doing here?" Fiona retorted. Her hair was in a high ponytail, but it was bedraggled, falling in damp strands around her face. Moisture beaded on her forehead and upper lip.

She looked disgusting, Dan decided. "I'm in fucking England too, aren't I?" he snapped. Another biting remark was on the tip of his tongue, but a guitar sang noisily in the distance, interrupting him, and the electric twang brought him back to his surroundings and out of his focus fully directed at Fiona.

"I'm not talking to you," Dan decided. He made to turn his back on her, but the hairy chest of a burly man was right in his eye line, so he turned back toward her and crossed his arms instead. "I'm here to have fun," he announced, even though he had not had any of that all day. "You're just going to ruin it, so kindly piss off."

She looked unimpressed. "As if I want to be talking to you, Hobbit boy. I'm just waiting for my friends to get here."

Dan glared. The insult hit home, making its way right to the curls on Dan's head. "I'm waiting for my friends to get here," he said but regretted it as soon as he said it. Repeating what she said was a useless insult. He fished frantically in his mind for something with a little more bite, but Fiona beat him to it.

"You? Friends?" She laughed heartily, clutching her stomach and throwing her head back.

Dan did not look at the long, pale column of her neck. He did not look at the reddening patches of bare arm where her loose, eye-searingly bright shirt left little protection from the smouldering sun. He definitely did not look at the tiny freckles sprouting on her cheeks, prompted by the heat.

When she finished chortling, Dan pointed out, "Your laugh looks so stupid. You poke your tongue out, like this." He demonstrated grotesquely, biting down on his tongue and crossing his eyes.

Fiona just laughed again. "I do not."

She did.

Dan's phone buzzed again. He scowled at Fiona and pulled it out, accepting the escape. It was just another excited message about Muse from one of his friends, but Dan tapped languorously on his phone for a good few minutes, attempting to appear absorbed. He hoped Fiona would leave.

She didn't.

"Why are you still here?" he finally snapped up at her, shoving his phone back into his pocket with more force than it necessarily warranted.

"I literally just told you, I'm waiting for my friends. Besides, it's clearly annoying you. As if I'd go anywhere else when I could annoy you."

Dan sneered at her. She sneered right back.

They couldn't find much else to say, insults exhausted, for now, so they stood in silence, or whatever could be interpreted as silence with the distant scream of instruments and the loud babble of conversations around them. Dan's phone didn't really interest him, but he pulled it out again anyway, checking for updates about his friends' locations or how close they were from him. The closest of his mates was still a few minutes away, caught up in the straggling edges of the massive crowd centred around the Main Stage.

"You like Muse?" Fiona asked abruptly, and Dan almost jumped. He hadn't forgotten she was there, but he had expected her to respect the mutual silence.

"Yes," he said though, shortly, and opened the Tumblr app. He'd only scrolled through a few posts before he was interrupted again.

"What's your favourite album?"

Dan squinted at her. "Why the fuck do you care? What, are you going to find some way to mock me for it?"

She rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. "I'm just trying to make conversation, jackass. I'm bored."

"So? We haven't had a conversation in like…" Dan actually had to stop and think about that, "...I dunno, four years. When we talked about how my clothes sucked and then you pantsed me."

Fiona cackled. It was a truly malicious, rolling laugh that made something squirm in Dan's gut. He took it for disgust. It couldn't be anything more. "Ah," she said. "That was funny. You were wearing Winnie the Pooh boxers, I remember. I bet you still have them."

"I don't still have them," lied Dan.

"You do," she assured him. "So what's your favourite album?"

Dan considered answering it, but his suspicions were too great to allow him to freely give away such information. "What's yours?"

"Absolution," she said easily.

Dan did some more consideration and finally, he reluctantly allowed, "Origin of Symmetry."

Fiona nodded slowly, and something hopeful began to sprout in Dan's chest, but it was stifled upon her next words. "Absolution is better."

Dan scoffed and lifted his phone again, ready to continue scrolling, but Fiona added, "But Origin of Symmetry is probably my next favourite. Good taste."

He couldn't help his suspicious glare directed at her. "You're being weird," he finally decided. She was. Their insults were at usual par, but Fiona was acting differently, somehow. Dan couldn't quite put his finger on it. The crinkles around her eyes were less prominent, maybe, or her shoulders might be less tense as she talked to him. Something small seemed to have shifted in her, and Dan wasn't quite sure whether he liked it or not.

Fiona shrugged easily. "'M not being weird," she said. "I'm just relaxed. You can't punch me in a crowd full of people, you'll get tossed out of the festival."

"Neither can you," said Dan.

She waved a flippant hand. "I wouldn’t punch your filthy face anyway, I just did my nails."

Dan couldn't help a disbelieving stare at said nails, but he saw nothing other than the usual chewed cuticles and ragged nails. He would have been truly shocked if she had. Dan had never known her to paint her nails, not once since he'd known her. Makeup didn't seem to interest her either, as Dan had seen her wearing it maybe two or three times. It would be bizarre, he thought, to see her eyelashes as any colour other than their pale golden hue.

Dan wrenched his thoughts from Fiona's eyelashes. What the fuck.

Someone else jostled Dan, squirming past him to sprawl an arm over Fiona's shoulders. He was a little shorter than Fiona, with short red-gold hair and an easy grin that matched Fiona's. "Hey my little dude!" he enthused, rubbing his knuckles over her head and knocking loose another handful of strands to dangle around her face. "Finally found you!"

Fiona shoved him off of her, but a grin had spread across her face at the assault. "Get off, Martyn. Where's Cornelia?"

"She's hauling the cooler. We got beer - " It was at this moment that the man caught sight of Dan watching them, so he hastily corrected himself to " - water, that is," and winked, as if there was literally any liquid other than alcohol or sweat at the festival.

"That's Dan," Fiona said coolly, and made no move to introduce Martyn, but that was fine because Dan already knew her older brother. One couldn't have a mortal enemy without knowing their family members, after all.

"Ah, Dan," said Martyn, and winked again.

"Stop," Fiona complained. She shoved him again. "Go help Cornelia, you nutter."

He left, shouldering his way through the crowd, and Dan barely waited until he was gone before repeating, "Friends," in the same tone that Fiona had used earlier when mocking Dan's friends.

Fiona didn't look intimidated. "Just because they're family doesn't mean they can't be friends, too."

"At least I have actual friends," said Dan, feeling like he was lying once more. This one felt bitter in his mouth, a reminder that he felt utterly alone at this concert. This brief repartee with Fiona was the most alive he had felt in hours.

A shrug. "Whatever floats your tiny little boat," she said. She stood on tiptoe to peer over the people beside her. The gesture only served to remind Dan that, while he stood securely over six feet tall, Fiona was only an inch below him. She towered over most other girls her age, tall and lanky and too clumsy for her own height. It might be considered endearing - if Dan didn’t despise her.

"Ah, there they are," she chirped, evidently catching sight of Martyn and Cornelia. She dropped back down and smirked at Dan. "See you at school tomorrow, Hobbit Howell."

Dan's voice failed him at the worst possible moment, at the time she was finally leaving. He had no witty parting remark, no snappy comeback as she ducked her way between two jostling shirtless guys. He could only watch her leave, mouth gaping uselessly as he floundered for something biting to hurl after her. Nothing came to him, so he had to just stare purposelessly as she vanished from sight.

As if they had been waiting for Dan to be free from the hold of his mortal enemy, two of Dan's friends arrived via a pack of rowdy teenagers, making their way toward Dan. One of his mates reached out and snagged his arm to haul him further inside the Main Stage. "Come on, man, we've got to get a good place before it starts!" he yelled over the growing crescendo of the crowd.

Dan cast one look back over his shoulder where Fiona had disappeared, and then he followed his mates further into the people crushing ever closer to the stage. A crash of cymbals preceded his entrance and the crowd roared a unanimous approval.

Muse was here.

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faejilly · 5 years

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i am for you (13/?)

sorry for the delay in posting this; I did not prep ahead of time so I could post it before Family Holiday Weekend, and then I accidentally set the fandom on fire, and then the husband was sick, but. BUT ANYWAYS. Have some fluff as the news spreads to the rest of our extended hedge(s).

[alec]: want some coffee? My treat?

[lydia]: what happened where's the emergency who's dying what do you need

[alec]: five minutes of your time?

[lydia]: oh. That's easy, yeah. I'm at the Union. I can even give you ten minutes if you can get over here fast enough

[alec]: on my way

***

[misfitchat]

[magnus]: hey so we ended up telling Alec's family some news yesterday [magnus]: And I'd hate if you heard from someone besides me since you're all apparently like one step away from knowing each other already? but the chances of me managing to get all of you in the same physical location before Sunday brunch is honestly less than zero (and I'm not getting at all into "who comes first" conversations), so [magnus]: Alec asked me to marry him. The uh. Night we met. [magnus]: and I said yes. Well technically I said "ok" but [magnus]: I have no idea why I keep specifying that [magnus]: that's it I've got rehearsal this morning and my phone will be off, love you all, bye

***

[newchat]

[cat]: DID YOU GET THE MESSAGE FROM MAGNUS? [cat]: what the actual fuck

[tessa]: I have no damn clue

[dot]: Magnus finally met someone who is as Extra as he is

[raphael]: I didn't think that was possible

[ragnor]: Huh. That... explains more than it doesn't.

[cat]: what? How so?

[ragnor]: doesn't matter

[ragnor]: I'm more surprised by how un-surprised I am than the news itself. I wonder why. Magnus falls hard but he doesn't trust easily, and Alec has never struck me as reckless.

[cat]: You know. I know exactly what you mean? I should be horrified. And worried. And... stuff.

[tessa]: But they're so pretty together?

[dot]: Yeah. I agree, it's weird how weird it isn't.

[raphael]: But I'm still going to smack him upside the head if they don't give themselves a decently long engagement to make up for the rest of it

[cat]: Fair enough. I'll help, even.

[dot]: Should we throw them an engagement party?

[tessa]: Alec's going to be ramping up for finals soon

[cat]: As will Magnus, honestly, plus all the senior project performances

[ragnor]: Does no one care that I also have to prep for and then recover from finals?

[raphael]: No.

[tessa]: Engagement/Graduation party AFTER?

[cat]: Oh, that sounds like a good idea

[raphael]: I know just the place

[dot]: I can ask Clary who we need to invite for Alec. It's nice to talk to her again. She's all grown up in comparison to when I baby-sat her a time or two, so it's a little weird, but nice.

[tessa]: Is this a SURPRISE party? Magnus hates those. [tessa]: That's perfect.

[ragnor]: oh, Alec will hate that too. What a wonderful idea.

[cat]: Serves them right.

[raphael]: it really does

***

[groupmms]

[lydia]: they're engaged [lydia]: I miss one [lydia]: *1* [lydia]: SINGLE SOLITARY FAMILY DINNER

[maia]: and a good morning to you too, Lydia

[izzy]: it's not like you come to family dinner EVERY week

[lydia]: BUT THIS WAS NOT THE ONE TO MISS, WAS IT?

[lydia]: wtf is this monday even doing [lydia]: are we waiting until he gets a hold of Aline, or are we going to try and get to her first so she can yell at him before he's prepared? Oh, do you think we could get your Aunt Jia to yell at him? Or is that going too far.

[izzy]: that might be a bit much

[jace]: yeah, I think we'll let Mom field that one, she was delighted enough to get herself through that conversation better than I think anyone else could manage

[lydia]: the rest of you not so much?

[jace]: I'm mostly delighted? I mean. It's better, but it is. Uh.

[simon]: sweet and heartwarming and romantic and stark-raving-crazy-times?

[jace]: yeah, that. On all counts.

[lydia]: oh thank goodness, other people who are really conflicted about how happy they are for him, I was afraid it was just me. [lydia]: like, this ought to be all wrong and it's not but I feel like I should think it is?

[izzy]: no, that's about right. They do seem to be aware they're, you know, out there, but they really are kind of stunning when they're together so it's hard not to think it makes sense

[jace]: until they leave the room again and you're all. Wait. You've known each other a week? Two? But it seems right anyway? How am I as crazy as the both of you, now?

[maia]: the mutual in the crazy-times is what sells it, I think

[lydia]: yeah. That's true. At least they haven't set a date yet.

[clary]: about that! [clary]: while you guys were yelling I got a text from Dot about planning a surprise engagement party after graduation

[izzy]: Alec despises surprise parties

[clary]: I think that's kind of the point? Apparently Magnus doesn't like them either

[maia]: oh. OH, I think I like Magnus' friends

[jace]: huh. It does sound like we're all on the same "sweet and heartwarming and romantic and stark-raving-crazy-times" page.

[simon]: 🤜🤛

[izzy]: We will celebrate your adorable improbable relationship in the way that will make you the Most Annoyed because you just dropped this bombshell on us? I can get behind that.

[maia]: count me in too

[lydia]: we'll have to ask Aline if she thinks she and Helen can come back early

[jace]: and we DEFINITELY have to wait until we can get Max here

[simon]: yeah, I think we're all in Fray, let's get this show on the road

***

[overseasmms]

[alec]: hey, is now a good time?

[aline]: HEY! 👋🏻

[helen]: so, new boyfriend, huh? Introducing him to the folks already?

[alec]: Yeah. About that. [alec]: wait. How'd you know about that?

[aline]: Clary wanted to gush about your boy Magnus at about three in the morning, so she hit me up. It was very strange, drunk Clary talking about your hook-ups is a little disturbing [aline]: tho I suppose since he's a boyfriend, hook-up might not be the right word?

[helen]: uh oh he's not answering. Wanna bet he's glaring at his phone in shock? We'll have to give him a minute to come up with words.

[aline]: I will not take that bet, because OBVIOUSLY

[alec]: wow. Ok. Right. The actual word would be fiance. So. There's that.

[alec]: and that was not quite how I meant to do that, sorry

[alec]: well, at least I made someone else stare uncomfortably at a phone now?

[alec]: hello?

[helen]: what

[aline]: does my mom know? Don't make me tell my mom I don't know what she'd do if one of the children got engaged to someone they just met I cannot even imagine the face, she'd have to come up with something worse than the murder-look or maybe that's why I should be the one since long-distance the face might be less scary

[helen]: breathe, babe

[alec]: I don't want to introduce Magnus to Aunt Jia yet, I don't want to scare him off, please don't tell your Mom. I think my Mom was planning on it? If I'm very lucky.

[aline]: ok good. [aline]: ALSO HOLY CRAP CONGRATS and you're a lunatic, when did that happen?

[alec]: the lunatic or the engaged?

[helen]: I think we're assuming they're both the same thing

[alec]: ha

[alec]: fair point actually [alec]: and uh. First date? [alec]: But Mom sort of accidentally got us to admit it last night. We were going to not stress everyone out by mentioning it for awhile. Maybe a year. Or something.

[helen]: first

[aline]: date

[helen]: was it like a thrill of the moment really good sex thing and you just... went with it?

[aline]: omg you had sex on a first date I never thought you were that guy

[alec]: first sight

[alec]: hi — marry me — make-out against bus stop — go meet the siblings — sneak out early and go back to his place [alec]: best date ever? [alec]: That is, it was definitely my best (and last) first date ever, the question mark is more that everyone keeps looking at me like I've lost it. Which is. Not unreasonable. But. Yeah?

[aline]: wtf

[helen]: uh. Wow. How did that go over at family dinner?

[alec]: Mom said welcome to the family and got out the wine to celebrate and everyone else did... probably what you're doing at the moment with the weird faces and the trying not to call me a moron out loud because you're going to pretend to be happy for me at least until the shock wears off [alec]: at which point I'm hoping everyone will be GENUINELY happy, if liable to make fun of me for this forever

[helen]: and EVER & EVER. Yeah. That. That seems about right.

[aline]: I don't. I am. Wow. [aline]: I need pictures [aline]: I need to see who made YOU OF ALL PEOPLE turn into a hopeless impulsive romantic lunatic.

[helen]: He's always been an impulsive lunatic, he's just usually better at hiding the inciting incident so no one notices. Once he makes a decision he *flings* himself at it

[aline]: oh yeah. [aline]: the hopeless romantic isn't new either, really. Huh. I think the shock's wearing off already, this is actually entirely in character.

[alec]: I have no idea if that's an insult or not. So. Thanks?

[aline]: me neither so, you're welcome?

[helen]: on a slightly more serious note, I can't wait to meet the guy who's as much of an impulsive hopeless romantic lunatic as you are and thus SAID YES to this craziness, and I second the request for pictures.

[alec]: ha. I can get you pictures. And I'll happily talk about Magnus forever, where do you want me to start?

***

[misfitchat]

[magnus]: did I break the chat?

[cat]: sorry, we had to go yell a bit at each other in shock [cat]: and we weren't sure when you'd turn your phone back on so there didn't seem to be a huge hurry to get back?

[ragnor]: I am not at all sorry about that, you're lucky we yelled at each other in shock instead of at you in horror

[tessa]: BUT. We're not actually horrified!

[raphael]: inexplicably

[tessa]: AND. We do wish to say congratulations

[dot]: We're very happy for you! 🥂💖🎉

[raphael]: you're both certifiable, but since it IS the both of you, that seems to be working out all right

[ragnor]: I think what he means is that you're disturbingly perfect for each other

[dot]: And so pretty!

[magnus]: thanks? [magnus]: I mean, thank you. Really. It means a lot to me. To us! I can say that now. That's so delightful! And really weird.

[dot]: Magnus Bane & Alec Lightwood's DELIGHTFULLY WEIRD WEDDING

[tessa]: sounds about right

[cat]: in like five years, give us a chance to recover first

[magnus]: we'll try. [magnus]: no promises though 😉 [magnus]: (I promise not to elope without warning, and we've both agreed to a long engagement, but I cannot guarantee five years. But it won't be tomorrow.)

[tessa]: that's good enough, I think

[cat]: and we really are very happy for you, Magnus. I feel like you've been trying not to be *you* for a long time, and it's good to see you... not doing that anymore.

[magnus]: oh, kitty cat, I love you too [magnus]: I love all of you, and thank you. And I have to go do work and not cry at my phone so I'm running away again.

[tessa]: 😘

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llleeerrroooyyy · 5 years

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Environmentalism & Catholicism talk summary

The talk was by Dr Scott Powell and was titled "Catholics, The Environment, and the End of the World"

- "our very contact with nature has a deep restorative power" - quote by JP2 (the fav)

- Environmental consciousness has theological significance

- Pope Benedict quoted from 2010 that was saying that state of the environment is a huge crisis that cant be ignored

- quote attribution suprises people, most people assume its some random enviro activist, but nope its a pope.

- under his papacy the Vatican actually became the first carbon neutral nation (take that atheists ha)

- JP2 said at one point that you cant be authentically pro-life without being pro-environment (JP2 being the best, once again)

-Summer of 2015 - Laudato Si Encyclical came out

- the world finally started paying attention to what the church has been saying about the environment (note: nothing new in the doc, just a resstatement but people were hella shook)

- 2 big reactions to its publication

- people got very angry (eg the pope has no right to speak on these things hes a religious leader blah blah blah)

- people started twisting his words to fit their own political agneda (a big yikes)

- just a month or so later the Supreme Court ruled same sex marriage is now legal - everyone promptly forgot about Laudato Si and how angry they were (so much anger)

-Essential message of Laudato Si - We are NOT our own gods

-idea that applies to a broad range of moral issues

-Why does the Church think this way?

- all comes back to the big problem in the Church - human sin

-in 1967 a grumpy old guy named Lynn White Jr wrote an article about the historical roots of ecological crisis for the Science academic journal

-article was a big deal, defined conversation about religion & ecology for the forseeable future, the most cited document on the topic

-big claim was the Christianity was to blame for our ecological crisis bc Genesis gives us the right to abuse creation (hur dur)

- BUT HOLD UP THERES ANOTHER SIDE TO THIS STORY

- How we read Genesis matters!! because one way or another it gets cited in all kinds of contexts religious and non religious

- but it gets messy bc people only every frame it two ways

-atheist evolutionist, we all come from monkeys shut up about Jesus

-christian fundamentalist, everything happened in exactly 7 days bc we're taking this literally

-Both frames - wrong.

-side note - he talked about a debate he watched between Bill Nye and a Southern pastor and it was "like watching a train wreck" (i laughed, giggled and felt very validated by this burn)

-anyway what people dont talk about is the Catholic interpretation of Genesis

- Catholics teach the Bible is inspired by God and without error

-whatever the sacred author was trying to say - thats it

-Bible uses word "day" comes from translated hebrew word "yom" which can mean years,eons, etc

-its a story about the WHO not the HOW

- Why 7 days?

- in hebrew numbers are about quality more than quantity

-we're not trying to figure out "what time on thursday did God create the brachiosaurus"

- the word for 7 in hebrew, the same word used when making a covenant

-hebrews saw it as God saying vows to the world, everything he made he wedded himself to it, (ex: "I seven you")

-10 times it says "God says" and each of those 10 times creation responds

-creation is formless and void until he fills what is empty (at this point my mind practically exploded)

- he put fish in the sea , sun in the sky, etc

-7th day is day of rest - he vowed himself to creation, aka "seven'd" himself

-humans were created on the 6th day for the 7th day

-line 26 in the story "in image and likeness of God"

- hebrew word "selem" (idk on the spelling sorry) is word for image

- referred to statue/sculpture of the king put at city entrances so you would know whos in charge

- you are the "selem" of God - people should instantly recognize the king of our lives

-we are created by relationship, for relationship (woah)

-hebrew word for "to know" which is "yadow" doesnt mean to know about, it means to be the God of something

-aka the big PROBLEM THAT THIS ALL COMES DOWN TO

- using something of creation and making ourselves the gods over nature is WHY THE ENVIRONMENT IS IN TROUBLE WHY THIS ALL MATTERS

-some people think natural disasters are nature lashing out against us for our sins against creation/nature

-we're the only creatures on Earth where wee feel out of place, but Jesus became human to reconcile our relationship with God, creation is waiting for us to live out that call (woah!! woAHH!! woah!!)

-adam was essentially a glorified gardener - his task was to till and keep eden

- he fails at this (whoops)

-he's supposed to protect it, but fails because the snake comes into the garden and threatens eve (you had one job my dude, one job)

-it actually might not have been a snake tho

-"hanash" the word we translate as snake means something else in hebrew

-can refer to anything from a crocodile to a 7 HEADED DRAGON (never tell me the Bible is boring again yall i swear)

-so, to be in the image and likeness of God is to be a gardener

-ex: woman mistakes the risen Jesus to be a gardener, Jesus refers to himself as one, etc

-gardening means being faithful to small things

- small decisions to make ourselves holy, when we're holy creation will be satisified and will no longer "cry out in travail" (mic drop)

-all of creation will rise again just like us humans, he came to redeem ALL of it.

#anne rambles #catholic #seek2019 #environmentalism

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womanlalaboy · 5 years

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Panhik #4: Batulao Revenge Hike

My first official climb happened during a typhoon at Mt. Batulao in Nasugbu Batangas. The 2-4 hour climb became an excruciating hike of 9-long hours. Can you imagine the struggle? I can still feel the leg cramps whenever I think about it. Wanting to quit at first peak would sound unrealistic, but believe me when I say that for a beginner like me (a heavy one), the conditions that time were just too much. Nevertheless, we made it and we vowed to avenge that painful trek by doing another hike. We wanted to see the Batangas landscape on a sunny day so we plotted to do it on a February- thinking that it would be a cold, comfortable and a pleasant hike. It was a sunny hike, but never a cold nor a comfortable one.

There were many things we failed to take into consideration:

What's up on that very day? We failed to consider the actual day of our hike. I didn't realize that it fell on a long weekend- a Sunday followed by the People Power Anniversary the next day. Over a thousand people of all ages and sizes swarmed the place to do a hike. Some of those have been there since Saturday. Some were planning to camp and stay til Monday.

Since our day of hike fell on a very busy weekend, we also failed to anticipate the availability of public transportation. We had to ride a jeep to Silang and wait for a bus bound for Nasugbu. We found one that is full and settled to stand all the way to our destination. From Imus, Cavite to Batangas, including the waiting time, I spent a total of 5 hours just to get to the jump off.

I failed to consider my health. I’m lactose intolerant, but mindlessly sampled the mais con yelo in one of the stops at Mt. Batulao, and bought an ice cream at the summit. On top of that, I didn’t get to bring my medicine.

The climb nonetheless was still fun. We got a cool guide, Kuya Paeng who wore a pair of running shoes and a camouflage coat. He looked more like a politician than a guide, to be completely honest. He said that they have over 200 official guides, but at that time, they ran out of people so he volunteered. He used to guide people up there, so he knows the way around Batulao. Since there were so many people, we decided to team up with another group. We got to meet a couple originally from Palawan. They’re a bit quiet, but we got the feeling that they’re also fun to be with. It just took us a few peaks to get a glimpse of their fun side.

Both of them are fair-skinned so when they told us they came from Palawan and moved up here to work, we didn’t believe them at first. Then they started talking about their travels, and how they find the time to go out despite having busy schedules as teachers. We also initially thought that they’re not used to climbing as they only brought a few stuff and those string bags triggered me a lot. We’ve realized that they’re actually just more prepared and practical than we are. They brought lightweight clothes, jackets to cover them up, enough trail food and liquid. They really didn’t need much.

We’re lucky to have met such nice people. Kuya Paeng and the couple we hiked with laughed with us and listened to when we tell stories of our first hike at Batulao. We really got along. We became their third wheel and Kuya Paeng became our father, especially when my stomach started to ache and needed to release so badly. I felt it at first after I took my share of that mais con yelo we got from one of the stops. There’s actually a group who camped and were cooking sopas when we got there. They even insisted that we wait for the sopas to be ready so we can all share a breakfast together. Instead, we got ourselves some mais con yelo and an egg. We told them we’ll get our share once we get back from the summit. We weren’t able to catch them, but it was alright. That sopas would’ve made my stomach ache worse.

The struggle started when we were approaching the look-out tower. We‘re seeing more people and felt that the path we’re taking was crumbling faster and easily more than expected. We actually took the old trail, then the new one towards the look-out tower and then the old trail again. But regardless of the trail we decide to take, we always see a line of people. They are most visible whenever we trek through the ridges. There were several points where we had to stop as well and let those from the top pass through. This usually happen at steeper paths like the photo below:

From higher points, people lined up looked like ants trying to find their way to get food. We stayed the longest at the summit along with many other climbers. It looked like a feast of the Nazarene. I even joked about it and told my friend, “nasa’n ang poon, teh? Ready na ‘yung bimpo ko.” (where’s the patron saint? My face towel’s ready). We just laughed things off then bought ourselves an ice cream which was a very bad decision on my end. I felt a sudden adrenaline. At the time, I was really considering releasing my shit in the bushes, but the summit is an open area and regardless of grass length, people will still be able to see me. I asked Kuya Paeng to help us get down the fastest. He went down to help guide the others descend so they could lessen the people up in the summit. It took him quite a while so we just distracted ourselves with jokes. “Akala ko teh Feb. pa lang? Bakit parang napaaga yata ang bisita Iglesia ngayon?” (I thought we’re still in Feb. Why do I feel like Visita Iglesia came a little bit early this time?) I jokingly said.

Kuya Paeng came back and told us we could go down the slopes where those tall and sharp grass are rooted from. He made us a new path so we could go down fast. However, we were only able to do that from the summit down to the first hill. We lined up along with the others ready to descend. It wasn’t nice to wait there under the scorching heat of the noon sun and my will to hold my literal shit together. There was a guy that was really scared of going down saying in his breath he’s only good at going up, but never down. I told him, “at least, hindi ka natatae.” (at least, you don’t feel like taking a dump), and we laughed at our worries.

I was pretty good at convincing my body that I don’t need to take a shit yet. I’ve successfully distracted myself. Then a guide shouted from down below, “oh, tiis tiis muna sa mga natate d’yan, papaakyatin lang muna natin ‘tong isang batch.” (Let's try to be patient with this for now, especially to those who would need to take a shit. We’ll guide this next batch up first.” to which I shouted, “Kuya, ‘wag mo nang ipaalala, nakalimutan ko na nga, e!” (you don’t need to remind us. I’ve almost forgotten about it!).

Even with what happened, I’m glad that we’ve seen the summit and the range clearly. Actually, over a thousand hikers did that day. It was a rare event, said the locals. They get a lot of visitors during weekends, but this only happens during long weekends and long holidays. Though Batulao is a favorite among beginners and experienced hikers alike, this massive visit would be detrimental to the protection and conservation of the mountain. 200 of them guides weren’t even enough to accommodate the number of hikers. We descended by afternoon and there were still more coming.

The path for sure doesn’t look healthy anymore. There were more loose rocks than usual which can be dangerous if you’re not too careful. The boulders are really what bothered me. They were shaking. Imagine a thousand people going back and forth using the boulders to help them climb up and down. There are also more stops compared to when we hiked in 2017. This means more commercial goods being brought up in the mountains which will result in trail trash if there’s no proper waste management. And yes, I believe there is none as we’ve seen a lot of trash along the way.

Pico De Loro, another favored mountain in Batangas had to be closed several times to allow it to recuperate. This is a possible sight that can happen to Batulao if we continue to mindlessly do what we’re doing that contributes to its likely destruction. Here are a few insights from a traveler’s point of view that are worth considering.

Mindful consuming isn’t only healthy for our bodies, but also for our environment. If you’re reading this because you fancy mountain climbing, then for sure you enjoy what mountain climbing can offer- great scenery, memorable adventure, stillness, simplicity, a moment to contemplate and breathe. There are other activities that make you feel alive, but there’s nothing else like mountain climbing. If we enjoy doing things like this, we should at least pay attention to how we affect our mountains. Taking care of the very thing that gives us pleasure wouldn’t hurt. It’s as simple as taking the protection and conservation of the mountain in mind whenever you have to visit one. When you are mindful of what you consume, you are also mindful of what waste you produce. Do you really need to buy that bottled water? Did you really have to get a bag tag from every mountain you climb or pick up that interesting flower along the way? If we continue to mindlessly consume things we don’t ultimately need, then we are just demanding their production which would have to involve non-renewable energy in manufacturing and probably non-biodegradable materials that aren’t really designed to be up or downcycled. Also, let’s bring our own trash back home and make something out of those than just leaving them in the mountains. Let’s have a little decency. It’s free.

Conscious traveling should be a traveler’s mindset. We get more than what we give when we travel and it’s only as important to be conscious with what, when and how we are visiting a place as to being conscious if we would need to bring an extra pair of underwear. Always think about the date of our travel and how it will affect everything. I failed to take that into consideration and I’ve learned my lesson the hard way. It’s best to visit a place off-peak than swarm the place along with the thousands of people trying to maximize their holidays.

Consider the locals and how they actually live their lives there. Water in Batulao is scarce, and the locals would have to share theirs with the visitors. Even with fees, a thousand visitor is still too much to accommodate. Batangueños are just naturally hospitable and friendly to allow people like me to use their toilets or bedrooms when the souvenir shops and eateries are just filled with people. My friends and I settled with damped towels instead of taking a bath. We also maximized the water we brought with us instead of buying bottled water in the area.

Help the locals to capitalize on goods that would speak their identity. I always find it nice to try things that are specific to what a place can offer. Batangas Lomi sounds about right.

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Also see: Batulao photo sets Also read: Panhik #1: Mother Mountain Also read: Panhik #2: Braving Batulao Also read: TUCLAS Climbs Gulugod Baboy Also read: Womanlalaboy's Travel Guide to Gulugod Baboy Also read: Womanlalaboy's Travel Guide to Batulao

#womanlalaboy #travelogues #batulao #mountain climbing #batulao revenge hike #hiking #hike #trek #trekking #mountain #mountains of the philippines #batangas #philippines #pilipinas #pilipino #filipino #pinas #pinoy

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helihi · 5 years

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The Good, The Bad, and The Dirty: RWBY Vol 6 E 12

I wish I could’ve enjoyed this, but the fact that this episode could’ve been perfectly merged with last weeks episode for a rightful 23-25 minute episodes makes me angry.

Overall rating: 3/10

A.N.: First we got all buildup, now we got all pay off. Why do they keep doing this?

The Good:

Quick spoilers for the review ahead: most of the contents of this section are about the Bee vs. Adam fight. In fact, the 3/10 rating is earned because of this since I was just bored during the fist half and during the cliffhanger.

A quick shoutout to Ruby for figuring out an alternative way to neutralize Cordovin without yelling it or making it as obvious as Oscar’s plan was. TBH the writers did a poor job trying to execute the first plan by being just as obvious to make it not work.

This week the fight between Blake, Yang and Adam continues, but unlike last week, both girls get to fight by each others side. What’s really interesting about the scenes showcased on this episode is the way both adapt to their current circumstances and still manage to get that sweet Bumbleby combo we’ve experienced in previous volumes.

They are both quick on their feet, always in sync. Blake’s evasive technique and light hits help to destabilize Adam while Yang carries the punch (literally). She distracts him and positions him right where Yang needs him to be. Not only that, but she makes sure Adam cannot absorb any of Yang’s heavy hits, completely conscious of how that can backfire.

Of course, the ribbon combo attack the pair is known for makes a comeback. This time, Yang grabs what’s left of Gambol Shroud to protect Blake and is the one throwing her partner around.

The flying cat Faunus is not strong enough to break Adam’s stance and she’s thrown away, and her aura breaks. Like everyone guessed, Blake’s aura is purple, the same shade Yang’s bandana is ;)

Now is Yang’s turn to hold her ground against Adam while she keeps an eye on Blake, who could easily fall to there death. hOW THE FUCK CAN SHE CLIMB WITH HEELS.

“The moment of truth, Yang. Do you think you’re faster than you were at Beacon?”

Yang trembles.

“Me neither.”

Here’s the second thing I wanted to point out about this fight: Adam still tries to use manipulation to get the upper hand. He knows a part of Blake still fears him, and he knows Yang’s trauma is associated with him.

Again and again he has tried to exploit this, but once more: he fails.

Yang goes for an evasive tactic rather than an offensive one, more proof of her character development.

Adam continues taunting, because he has no other tools or tactics he can use. He desperately tries to clutch to power, even though last episode showed him that Yang and Blake are at their strongest when together.

This is why he wanted to sever that link in volume 3. Even if he didn’t know how good of a team they were, he knew the best way to break Blake was through Yang.

“What does she even see in you!” remarks how out of his element Adam is. He lost the fight before he actually lost it.

Yang’s Semblance makes a return, but TBH the animation was pretty underwhelming considering we’ve waited for its comeback for about 3 years. I think Adam’s Moonslice animation has been maintained. Everything from the color palette shift, to the way the red on his outfit lights up. His presence is there.

Yang’s Semblance doesn’t bust in victorious and glorious. It’s more like a tame flame. I appreciate the fire effects, and the way Yang’s moments are highlighted with 2D yellow effects, but where’e the frame distortion? The glowing red eyes? The final punch was nice, but overall, I’m disappointed.

Finally, the moment we all have been waiting for comes: Adam Taurus’s death. Have some popcorn peeps. There was no other way to end the whole arc, Adam was irredeemable.

If you wanted me to be honest, I thought Adam was going to fall to his death in some fight scenario where he was so consumed by anger and his obsession that he looses it; or Yang was going to be the one ending it.

Having them both kill him, with both halves of Gambol Shroud no less, is so fucking powerful and fitting. Of course, quite traumatic for Blake, who would be the one most affected by it.

I think they nailed the reaction. Aside from the obvs Bumbleby excitement, Blake breaking down, the remainder of the promise and Yang comforting her so delicately is the perfect way to end this arc.

Unfortunately, it isn’t quite as cathartic and beautiful since we’re cut short by the need to establish another cliff hanger.

The Bad:

I see people left and right on RT’s forms, Tumblr and YouTube praising the CRWBY for getting better at pacing or even “nailing” it.

Boi, oh boi, could you not be more wrong.

This episode could and should’ve been part of last episode. There’s no reason why any writer would cut the momentum episode 11 carried for a cheap cliff hanger and have the resolution to the fights be concluded 7 days later.

Do you know what real shows do? They make a two parter. A half an hour special.

I could bring up AtlA, but I’m going to bring up SU.

Do you know what’s going to happen next Monday on CN?

A 45 minute special Steven Universe season finale.

You know why?

Because the best way to finalize the diamond arc is by paying off all the buildup with a huge chunk of content! The decision to have the final 4 episodes group together to deliver some satisfactory pay off will be a blast.

Yes, we don’t know how season is going to end, but I can fucking tell you this special is the best way to end this arc.

SU’s atrocious schedule has made a lot of people drop the show, and I don;’t blame them. CN doesn’t know what its doing, and it’s purposefully killing shows with this (Se also: Adventure Time).

However, if there’s something the Crewniverse know how to do is delivering a story that can fit an episode.

A beginning/set up, a middle and a resolution/ending.

RWBY doesn’t do that. Episodes are: all build up, all buildup + some middle, some middle+tiny resolution.

The only way one can truly enjoy RWBY is by binge watching it, but unfortunately, RT doesn’t release the episodes Netflix style.

Do they change and adapt their writing because of this?

No, they don’t.

The problem wasn’t that the RWBY girls were separated, it’s that the writing team doesn’t know how to properly pace a story for an audience.

Also, is anyone bothered by the fact that no matter how many times Cordovin hit the Atlesian ship, that thing could still work?

Way to kill the momentum.

The Dirty:

I see a lot of people reflagging GIFs of Ruby and Qrow showing how much the girl has grown and how conflicted he might be, and TBH I see what you do.

I know Qrow looks at Ruby and probably thinks of Summer.

Summer is dead; Ruby is not, and Qrow wants to keep it that way. But Ruby is on her way to becoming an adult, she’s the leader on her team, a figure to her friends and the protagonist of the show. She has to show she’s prepared to take a stance.

Awesome scenes guys! You forgot something tho:

Rubys conflict.

Just like the glazed over Oscars big “this is what I stand for” moment of his arc, we never see Ruby at her weakest.

People complained of this during volume 4, but have you not notice she has not broken down or showed a real crisis? This 5 minutes with the apathy is not enough, and though I love her questioning Ozpin, I feel this needed more fuel.

Sometimes it feels like the writers know what a protagonist is supposed to sound like and act like, but don’t quite get how they got there.

Oh yeah, Grimm show up btw. We all knew this so meh.

Overall rating: 3/10

A.N.: Someone should really teach Miles and Kerry the ways episodes are structured. It’s season 6 and still haven’t grasped how to write an episodic series.

#RWBY #RWBY6 #Me #The good the bad and the dirty

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not that smart

draco malfoy x ravenclaw!reader

requested: Hello! Um if you could, i would love a imagine where a ravenclaw girl, who actually isnt that smart and has to study all the time, catches the eye of draco. And draco is all rude and teases her continuously about not being smart even tho she really is until they have to do a project together and he is forced to work with her. And then he starts to really fall for her because of how hard she works to make the great grades she gets. I love all your stuff and thank you for your time and everything!

word count: 1597

warnings: idk tbh just be prepared for anything, OH WAIT, theres like mentions of a KiND OF smutty scene? like its just kissing but it paints an image of hot draco if u read it soooo

a/n: wowza this took 5 ever, now i can do my max v and hugh imagines! this was super fun to write tho. writing for harry potter always requires a lot of research for me lol

Birds flew around your Herbology class outside. You were in the middle of a book when you heard your friend Draco Malfoy laugh along with his goons. “Of course I do. Do you really think I’d believe that the stupid sorting hat made the right decision? Sure, she’s in Ravenclaw but she isn’t that smart.” He laughed, sounding cocky. You rolled your eyes. He was always like this around people. Attractive bastard. You thought to yourself. “Yeah, Malfoy? Is Chinese Chomping Cabbage useful for potions or charms? Or neither?” You quizzed him, poking your head up from your book.

He began to turn read as he looked at the two boys who were with him. C’mon, Malfoy, we’re in fifth year for God's sake. You thought to yourself. “Uh,” He stuttered out an a lightbulb went off in his head. He smirked and crossed his arms. “Neither.” He said confidently.

“Incorrect.” Professor Sprout shrilled, appearing at the end of the greenhouse. “Used for potions.” You said with a sad smile and Professor Sprout confirmed. Draco was as red as a tomato having just been proved wrong. “Speaking of knowledge,” Professor Sprout turned to the class. “We will be doing a three week long project on the different plants in this greenhouse and their uses.” Professor Sprout told the class. “You will be paired with someone to do this in the time allotted. I will be choosing partners.” A collection of disappointed sighs was heard amongst the students. Even you let out a small huff. You were hoping to be paired with Neville. You liked Draco and he was your friend and all, but Neville was the best at Herbology and you truly wanted to compare notes with him.

“Draco, you seem like you could use some practice, so I will be pairing you with Y/N.” She told him and the other kids laughed and Draco was visibly upset. Not that the disappointment was real. Deep down, he knew you and had talked with you before. You were enjoyable company. But you were a halfblood and Draco couldn’t be seen with a half blood. Not in a friendly way. His family has bred him to believe all half-bloods were all stupid and dirty, almost on-level with mudbloods.

You knew of the feelings Draco had towards you and, though you disagreed, you understood and respected his wishes. In one of your small conversations he had even told you to be prepared. “I might say some mean things, but I might not mean them. Some of them.” He had said in a hushed tone. You two were just friends and in reality, he didn’t know you too well. But you knew all about him. You liked the boy. If only he wasn’t so mean. But you know why he’s like this. It isn’t his fault. You told yourself.

Once everyone was paired, Draco moved closer to you reluctantly. “Do you even know how to identify plants just by looks?” He asked with doubt. You held the book you were reading up. It was an illustrated guide to identifying all magical herbs and plants. “Oh.” Was all he said. “I’ll start taking notes on the plants I can find. You need to read so you can help.” You told him and he rolled his eyes with a glare. You brushed him off and walked away. Draco sat down and began to read. While you were investigating a Screechsnap, you caught a glance at the boy you were paired with,only to find he was barely a boy anymore. You had known Draco since you were eleven and here you both were, now sixteen and Draco’s baby fat had disappeared. His muscles were now more defined and his jawline clenched and unclenched as he turned the pages. You caught a glimpse at the way he sat and you noticed he had rolled up his sleeves to show his defined arms. You felt your face heat up as you noticed how, almost manly, he looked and you quickly turned back to the task at hand, shaking off whatever thoughts roamed your mind. Meanwhile, Draco was reading and he notice scribbles here and there on the pages. How could he not? They practically took up the margins that weren’t taken up with the book’s original text. Things like ‘Do not use for. . .’ and ‘Works best at this temperature with this plant’. Some even had page numbers directing you to different plants. Draco looked up at you, surprised you had been this thorough in your studies. He noticed a small redness on your cheeks and his heart skipped. She’s blushing. He thought to himself, quickly followed by, of course she is, you idiot, it’s bloody hot in here. His thoughts made his smile fade a bit and his head turn back to the book. Yet, no matter how many times that second voice spoke, he couldn’t help but listen more to the first one. It had been Friday the day you and Draco were paired together and as you returned to class monday, Draco noticed a small pouch slung across your shoulder. “What’s that? Where you keep your teacher’s pet awards?” Draco teased and you rolled your eyes, opening the door to the greenhouse. “You’ll see, Malfoy.” You told him. You got to your station and pulled out a small book and rolls of parchment paper that had writing all over it. “What’s this?” He asked. “It’s all of my notes over every plant in this greenhouse. All I have to do is copy it down in this book and draw a few illustrations and then we can turn this in a few weeks early.” You said simply and Draco was at a loss for words. After two minutes, you counted, he spoke. “We?” He asked, watching you pull out a quill and some ink. “Yes. We.” You told him, not necessarily bothering to look up. Draco’s stomach dropped. He was feeling. . . Guilty? “Why? Why would you turn it in if I didn’t do anything?” He asked quietly. You looked up, unaware of how close his face was to yours.You stopped moving abruptly but stayed in the same spot. You gulped and found your words. “I’m surprised you care. Besides, I don’t mind.” You told him and you locked eyes with him, suddenly aware of his hot breath fanning your face. “Well give me the book and I can do some of the illustrations.” He reached for the book but you placed a hand on his. “Truly, Draco, don’t worry about it. I’m fine.” But he did worry about it. He stayed up at night, thinking about why you would do that for him. The next couple days, you showed up to class with the same few things. The book, that began to grow with words and pictures everyday you showed up, the parchment paper that held all of your notes, a quill and some ink, and your original studies book. Draco, guiltily, walked around and pretended to take notes as you instructed him to do so Professor Sprout wouldn’t be suspicious. On the third day, Thursday, you came to class with just the book and quill in your hands. You set it down in front of Draco and he looked up at you. “I figured you would want to look at it before I turn it in.” You said blandly but your heart was racing. I hope he likes it. Your mind seemed to scream. You hadn’t been able to get Draco out of your mind. The image of him with his sleeves rolled, a couple buttons undone, hair a mess above you, stroking your face and kissing your lips, it simply just wouldn’t leave you alone. “This,” his voice snapped you out of your daydream. “Is wonderful.” He looked up at you. “The work and art is so detailed, Y/N, this is magic.” He said in awe. He looked at you and felt the urge to kiss you. He was wrong about you not being intelligent enough for Ravenclaw. You could be smarter than Hermione Granger. “It’s not, I promise.” You laughed at his words and he nearly swooned. Her laugh. . . Draco sighed in his mind. He closed the book and looked down at it. His name was signed on the front next to yours and that pang of guilt flowed through him again. “Thank you, Y/N.” He said, honestly. Your station was towards the back and most of the students were outside. The ones that were inside were either out of earshot or they simply didn’t care. “Anything for y- I mean anytime.” You caught your automatic response and changed the words quickly. But Draco caught it and his heart nearly lept out of his chest. His hand reached up to cup your face and he leaned in. Just bloody kiss her, mate. The voice inside his mind screamed. His lips touched your cheek and stayed there for a few beats longer than a friendly kiss-on-the cheek. He pulled away hesitantly to find that same blush he now adored on your cheeks. He then proceeded to take the quill from off the table and fix a misspelled letter on the cover. You had spelled Herbology ‘Herbalogy’. An early-morning mistake, the both of you knew. Your blush grew to a red when you saw what you had done.

“Thank you.” You stuttered out as Draco tucked his hands in his pockets. “Anything for you.” He said, deciding to leave his feelings to be announced later, and left the greenhouse.

hope you enjoyed!

#draco x reader #draco #draco malfoy #draco imagines #draco malfoy imagines #draco malfoy x reader #harry potter imagines #harry potter fandom #harry potter fandom imagines #hp imagines #fanfic #draco x ravenclaw reader #draco malfoy x ravenclaw reader

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hahcatallena · 6 years

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ukiyo | heechul | 4

(n.) living in the moment, detached from the bothers of life

pairing: kim heechul x reader (ft. bestfriend!taehyung)

genre: age difference, brothers best friend, smut

word count: 1689k

warnings: okay so I have no idea if I could get in trouble for this since the reader is yet to turn legal and there’s smut so… but y'all know what you’re getting yourself into everyone knows that heechul is an oldie lmao (tho I made him 7 years younger, meaning he’s 27… just to make sure eehhh)

PART 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 coming soon!

2:13am and he texted you, saying that he was standing outside your house now and that you should hurry.

You opened the door and before any of you could say a word, you signalled him to not say a word with your finger on your lip. He stood there for a moment, his eyes proudly locked on your neck that was still covered in the traces of his lips.

You let him in and the both of you silently walked up the stairs to your room so that Leeteuk wouldn't notice you secretly inviting someone.

Opening the door to your room, you told him to rush inside. You closed the door and locked it and just when you wanted to turn around to face him, he pushed you against the wood, connecting your lips. You went through his hair with one hand, while the other was placed around the back of his neck. His body was pressed against yours and when his left hand slipped under your shirt, you gasped. He hasn't done that before so it was a bit weird at first, but you let him. His hand drove over the skin of your body until it came to a stop when he found out that you weren't wearing a bra underneath, so of course he smiled into the kiss because he liked that. He started massaging your breast and played around with your hardened nipple.

Flashbacks to yesterday flashed through your mind, when you felt his erection pressed against you once again, feeling even more uncomfortable considering how hard you were pushed against the door.

Heechul disconnected his hands from your body to open his tracksuits jacket and took it off, leaving him in a simple white shirt. Shortly after he placed his hands on your hips and slid your panties off until they were hanging on your knees. From there on you slipped out of them yourself.

Not even ten seconds later he pushed down his own track pants and you were not even surprised by him not wearing anything underneath. Seems like he's always prepared for this stuff.

The both of you moved two meters to the wall next to your door, since it could've been heard if you continued this against the wood. You could feel Heechul pushing his tongue inside your mouth so you gave him access and it felt amazing.

"Do you have condoms?"

"What?" you shrieked. "I thought you-"

Why would you have condoms? When would you even have the chance to buy them and even if you did, you didn't even know which ones to get.

He looked at you in disbelief, slamming his forehead against the wall right next to your head in frustration, mubling something that sounded like fuck.

You couldn't help but feel bad now. He didn't tell you to get some but then again maybe you should keep some at home in the future. For your own safety.

"I'm s-sorry I, I didn't know." your gaze drops to the ground. You were ashamed. Should you feel this way? No idea, but it was not your fault only. "What now?"

Heechul pushed his head back to look at your lips, coming closer to softly kiss them in a gentleman kind of way. You felt your whole body shivering at the gentle gesture and drove your hands through his thic hair, pulling at the strands.

"You know," he said in between kisses. You started breathing heavily at how good he made you feel. He made his way to your ear and softly bit down on the earlobe. "we can be careful." he whispered seductively.

You gasped. Did he mean that? Was he serious about this? He must've been joking because everyone knows how we can be careful ends.

You stopped breathing and when he noticed that, he disconnected your bodies, looking at you awaiting an answer. He must've definitely noticed your nervousness so he placed his hands on both sides of your waist, smirking right into your eyes with a deep stare. "Nothing will happen, I promise."

It was wrong, so fucking wrong and you shouldn't even think about going with this bullshit but something told you that if you said no, it would be over. Over as in not only tonight, but you were sure that he wouldn't ask you ever again, which would be selfish, but you knew how he was like. You knew his character and this was definitely what he would do so what else was there for you to do but to say... "Okay."

Heechul bit his bottom lip, satisfied with your decision and harshly connected your lips with his again, only that this time it seemed more passionate. He moved his right hand down to your lower region and spread your juices all over your folds. "So wet for me." he said in between soft kisses against the angles of your mouth. Hearing him say that made your whole face heated up and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach once again.

He started stroking his dick and placed it in front of your entrance. "Do you want this?" Without hesitation you nodded giving him a yes, so he pushed in.

Other than last time, he pushed in completely this time, filling you up all at once. It was different. You didn't know if it was better or just about the same but you liked it. When he started moving, there was no pain anymore so when he asked if it hurt, you were kind of glad to say that it didn't.

You have to admit that it's weird, having sex against the wall, but this way there was so much more pressure. Good pressure as in you could feel him inside of you even better and god you loved the feeling.

It was only yesterday when he fucked you in the parking lot at the backseat of his car and thinking back on how yesterday you used a condom, you definitely liked feeling him so much more. It felt twice, no thrice as good to have his dick like this rather than some latex in between you two.

Heechuls hands wandered down to your buttcheeks and he squeezed them hardly. It didn't hurt, it felt amazing. He could do whatever he wanted and you swear that you'd let him. No matter what it was.

He kept on fucking you hard against the wall and you had no idea if it could be heard but even if it was, you wouldn't stop. "Fuck baby you're so tight."

Baby.

Your heart almost sprang out of your chest at his words. You smiled against his neck, your arms wrapped around his head to steady yourself somehow, while he grabbed your right leg to hold it up for better access and to push in even further. As he did so, you let out some quiet moans and so did he.

"I'm going to c-come soon." Heechul announced and it was not only him who was close to the edge. You could already feel your orgasm building itself up in your stomach. "Fuck, fuck I'm so close." he added.

One last time, he sped up and that's all you needed for the sensation to take you over completely. You hid your head in Heechuls neck and tried your best to hold in your moans while he was riding out your orgasm. Only seconds later his movements became sloppier "Call me o-oppa!" he literally begged and that's what you did. That's everything he needed to come. And he came so hard, spilling his cum inside of you, which felt so! good!!!

You stood there, still pressed against the wall, when suddenly, reality hit you and you jumped away from him.

"Fuck, fuck!!" you started to panick! "Heechul what the fuck!! You said you'd be careful!!" You sat down at the edge of your bed, tears starting to appear in the edges of your eyes. Your hands found the strands of your hair and out of frustration you pulled at them.

Heechul composedly slammed his head against the wall next to him, until he turned around to face a crying you. "Yah stop crying."

It was so obvious! So obvious that this would happen but no, you had to agree on this.

"What am I supposed to do now?" you asked the older, with your eyes still watering. He looked around, not really seeming to take all of this serious.

"We will just get you this morning after pill." he shrugged as if it was nothing.

"Tomorrow is Sunday there won't be any opened pharmacies." you drop your head into your palms. What are you going to do? This must be a joke.

"We can get it on Monday." he convinced you, still standing in the middle of the room, not even a bit nervous when he slid into his tracksuit pants.

Some part of you wanted him to sit down next to you and maybe, pull you into a hug or something. But he didn't do that. He was not the type of person to comfort someone so you didn't expect it anyway.

After some minutes of silence, he was completely dressed again and then picked up your shorts to hand them to you.

It was shortly past 3 in the morning. "I should be going." he said, looking like he'd do anything not to be here right now, maybe even annoyed. You just nodded, disappointed at his action and tried to form a smile.

You followed him downstairs and stopped when he turned around one last time. "Don't freak out this can happen."

That's all he's said after patting your head with a smile which you worriedly returned. Then he left and you closed the door.

Was tonight real? Did you really trust him with your body only for him not to keep his promise? He didn't even say sorry nor frraked out with you.

So why on earth were you still not mad at him?

a/n: sorry it's a short one but this must be my favorite so far bc smut huhuhu ^^

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