#just knowing we see basically nothing of them working together later always makes it not so fun reason we are robin

[happy-mokka]

Happy birthday to me!!! 🎂

Yeah. Hi. It's me. Middle-aged Aziraphale fangirl did his next big step in the direction of the big 50.

Wahooooo! Not really…

I hate my birthdays. Always did. Even as a child.

Now as this middle-aged queerish-dude I am still having a hard time, standing in the middle of things and being cheered on by others.

I was born. Great. Get along, people, nothing to see here. Can you all just go home please?

"Well, what the f*ck are you doing here then, right now, with this post, in the middle of an internet platform in front of a bunch of strangers?!?"

some of you might ask. And rightly so, I must add.

Way more than 12 hours before - it is now past 10 pm in Germany - so this morning after I woke up to be exact, I had seriously contemplated the possibility to call in sick on my birthday, and hide myself from the world, quietly sobbing on my couch. For the first time in my working life of 24 years. I had always been to work on my birthdays. No exception.

But the past months had been hard. I never really felt in control of things, still don't. Those who know me closer, know that I like to be in control. Always a plan at hand. Always prepared…

Only that it didn't really work out…hasn't for quite a long time. I just never admitted it to myself. Always kept on going. My family was always good in repressing things.

Don't show weakness. Keep on functioning. What will the others think? People depend on you!

My family also never really considered me being "a success story" by their standards. I am unmarried. Don't have children. No big career. Ok, I've put enough on the side to live a financial solid life in a nice appartment. But the first part really nagged at them, and through them at me.

So I was already unhappy for quite some time.

Together with an ongoing above-average and ever growing work-load at the office, this feeling of unhappiness turned slowly into dread and then deep sadness, until I felt close to breaking with the beginning of today.

Now, almost 15 hours later, I am here, writing this sappy stuff and am genuinely happy for the first time in months.

"What changed?"

Well, I was thinking about this a lot in the past hour. While sitting in the bus and later while walking home.

Honestly? Nothing really changed.

I got my eyes opened and my perspective adjusted by someone very dear to me. That's what friends are for, and she is the best of them. My bestie.

She is the one who got me addicted to Good Omens last year and pushed me onto this hellsite. She brought me Doctor Who and the Tardis (yeah, I know, shame on me, coming so late to the game…). She makes me constantly re-think my opinions and keeps opening new windows to look through on things I had missed or never noticed before. She is challenging me on a daily basis to be more than I normally would go for or did for many years. She became the closest friend I have ever had in my life. Sure, I know lots of people a lot longer in years. Some since Kindergarten. But none of them digged themselves so deep into the darkest corners of my soul. Places not even my brother or my parents ever got to see. She made me, a life long rather shy introvert, open up, despite the fact that she is even more introverted than I have ever been. I still don't fully understand all of it, but here I am, writing all this to an unknown audience, as proof. A year ago, this wouldn't have been possible, not even in my wildest dreams.

"So, you didn't realize this before?"

I did. It just got pushed aside by all the negative spiralling. Sometimes you don't see, what's right in front of you.

After work, I walked her home. I like doing that. Sometimes talking all the way. Sometimes just walking in silence side by side. At her place she handed me 2 presents and just like that, it clicked. Sometimes, it doesn't take much, if it comes from the heart…

People, meet my new Michael Sheen mug!!!

So, we basically bonded over Good Omens and as faith would have it, we are exactly Aziraphale (me) and Crowley (her) coded. 100%.

It makes me beyond happy, knowing that everytime I'll sip my coffee with my beloved Sheeny, on the other end of town she will sip her hot cocoa out of her corresponding new David Tennant mug.

Good Omens was not the only thing we found out to have in common. The common ground sometimes is really breathtaking and we still regularly stumble over new things it contains. So many things that we equally love. Books, movies, music, long walks, just sitting there in silence and taking in a beautiful view… On the other hand, we are so different in so many aspects, but with the feeling of it rather complementing than dividing us.

She loves to chrochet, I can't even hammer a nail strait into a sponge. Speaking of which, meet my 2nd gift: Audrey!!!!!!!!!

We watched "Little shop of Horrors" (the 1986 version with Rick Moranis) a few weeks ago. Both for the first time. Loved it. I immediately fell for "Audrey", the flesh-eating alien plant. Didn't speak anything out loud, still it didn't go unnoticed…and, yes, it is hand-made!!!

*sigh*

"So, what am I trying to say here?"

Good qestion…

Life can be cruel. Life will be hard at times. It will make you cry, like, a lot.

Try to not go through all this alone. Sometimes those that you least expect it from, turn out to become your anchor in the stormy sea or the lighthouse showing you the way. Build your own little family of friends (even if its just one). Hold them tight, once you found them. Love them with all that's in you. You will get it back ten fold.

To quote the great Neil Gaiman:

Why?

L🥰ve!

@uncleadelheid-will-eat-your-soul , thanks for being all that for me, little introverted geeky metal edgelord office girl, and thanks for enduring my annoying love for bad jokes and even worse puns…

P.S.: Sorry btw for the storm, lighthouse, anchor metaphors with you hating all that's related to the dark blue sea…I still didn't edit them out…maybe we'll be getting there. At least I left out fishy fish…

🐟🐠🐡🦈🌊🦑

#happy birthday #ineffable friendship #besties #love your friends #platonic love #little shop of horrors #seymour krelborn #audrey ii #michael sheen #good omens #david tennant #doctor who #tardis #friendship #friends #why #love #neil gaiman #sappy ramblings #optimistic #from the heart #personal #up close and personal

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Look, This is gonna be one of those things that sounds bad until you read the whole story. Please don't read the title and go to 'yta' without reading.

AITA for yelling at our friend that my brother isn't trans?

Look, My brother ISNT trans. He likes to wear kilts and sew, Which is what kind of started all of this. My brother is NOT trans, He loves being a boy (trust me, I can hear him enjoying being a boy in his room all the time. Theres no way he'd wanna chop it off(I mean this as a joke I don't actually know how the surgery works), He's told me multiple times that being told by others what he likes is 'feminine' and 'girly' upsets him because he's proud of being a boy and doesn't like being called a girl. Its not because he hates girls or thinks less of them, He just does not like being called the wrong gender which I'm sure you want to be called the correct gender too.)

Anyways lets begin. I (16F) am my little brothers (15M) best friend, Basically. We grew up together and do everything together, Including sewing. I liked it when I was younger, And eventually convinced him to try it as well. He loved it, And we love just sitting together and making random crap we usually end up selling at our yearly garage sale. (Our mom makes us sell all our unneeded crap every year, But we aren't complaining when we make like $100 for it, Mom and dad even help us figure out what we actually wanna keep (we sometimes see old things and go 'Oh I could never get rid of this' and then throw it away))

Sorry for the rambling, But you'll see why some of this is important to know.

Basically, We were getting our shit together for the garage sale, And invited over a mutual friend of ours, Who I'll call uhhh Ley (16F). Shes kind of obsessed with the LGBTQ and loves to help people 'realize' they're gay or trans or non-binary. By this I mean she'll literally bully people she 'knows' is gay or trans by always telling them they are and spreading rumors about them saying they are. The way she 'knows' these things are from gut feelings. I thought maybe she needed friends who would be honest with her and tell her gently that it needed to stop. She stopped being so bad with it and we even convinced her to admit to the rumors she started being fake. We've known her for around 3 years now, And she's stopped doing it as aggressively for 2 of those years. She still makes jabs and 'jokes' saying things like "Oh thats so girly, Are you sure you're not trans?" and "Oh thats such a boy thing to do, Are you a lesbian?", Both quotes she's said to me and my brother less than a week ago. I am straight and cis, So is my brother. We have nothing against the lgbt, We just aren't apart of it. We support the lgbtq as much as possible (with my part time job I like to donate some of my paycheck towards point of pride so people who need the surgeries or binders can get them), And are very open about supporting them.

While we were cleaning out my brothers room and finding stuff to throw into the 'sell' box (we like to do precleaning before our parents help us, It makes everything faster and less work on the people trying to help), And Ley found my brothers kilt. She did a long exaggerated gasp, Looking at my brother.

"So, How long have you been trans? Why didn't you tell me?? I knew it the whole time!"

My brother tried to explain that it was a kilt for men, And he wasn't trans, But she kept interrupting him saying crap like 'you don't have to lie I know now' and 'Its nothing to be embarrassed about, I knew ever since you started to sew'. The last straw for me was when she continued not listening to him and started to ask about how he was gonna come out as school. I yelled at her to get out, That neither of us were gay, Neither of us are trans, And neither of us are apart of any of the lgbtq. We are allies and nothing more. She tried to argue that he had a 'skirt' which OBVIOUSLY meant he was trans, I basically screamed at her that she was a stupid know it all who made everyone who wasn't apart of the lgbtq's life hell because she made sure everyone knew them as someone they arent (I know, I shouldn't of brought up 2 years in the past) and that I was tired of her trying to force everyone to be in the LGBTQ when its just not realistic. Not everyone is gay or trans, Some people are cis and straight. She started crying and left, We haven't spoken in a few days but I think I'm justified. I'm tired of living my life being told I'm something I'm not, I'm tired of seeing it happen to my brother too.

My brother later thanked me for standing up for him, Telling me it made him really upset when she said those things. To cheer him up we watched his favorite movies and I made him his favorite dinner (mom and dad both work day jobs so we both make lunch and dinner)

And for those who are gonna say that allies are apart of the LGBTQ I strongly believe the A is for aro/ace. Being an ally isn't a gender or sexuality

(unless people identify using ally/allyself of course or whatever it is, I'm not quite sure how neos work or whatever but I love to see how creative people get with it and am happy it gives people who don't identify with any of the normalized(? Idk the correct term but yknow the man woman and nb) genders a chance to be who they actually are)

Extra info on why I think I could be the asshole: I feel like we might've been able to explain it if we got her to shut up for a minute, But she kept talking over us. I feel like I went too far by insulting her, And I feel like I might be TA because she's also autistic (so is my brother though, And I have ADHD).

Why I think I'm NTA: My brother is really quiet and doesn't really defend himself often. He doesn't really know how to stand up for himself and is 'easy' to talk over (soft spoken, Quiet talking voice and nonconfrontational) which is why I believe I had to step in in his place, And I don't believe I did anything wrong defending my brother and making her stop calling him what hes not.

Anyways. AITA for yelling at our friend that my brother isn't trans?

To see later: PINK PANTHER

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[chrissturnsgirlll222]

okok you can make this super fluffy or u can add smut if you’d like, i don’t have a preference. i also can literally see this in my head so i’m sorry if there’s too much lolol. but basically reader + the triplets have been best friends since they were like 6, but reader and nick are closest. she’s had a crush on matt for ages and basically matt finally realizes what he feels (even though anyone w two eyes could see) and kisses her, but they get caught by nick and matt kinda runs out, later being scolded by nick saying smtg like “why are you doing this? she doesn’t need you breaking her heart over and over again anymore.” after that he confesses and at first she thinks he’s fucking w her before realizing he’s being genuine

sandbox

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary - this rec ^^

warnings - kissing, fluff, swearing, use of y/n (i think thats all)

word count - 2400??

NOT PROOFREAD

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me and the triplets have been best friends for as long as i remember. i honestly think i gained consciousness when i was with them. we have spent countless summers together just playing around outside. showing off our new toys, board games and just growing up together.

we were all inseparable from the moment i met them and have pretty much experienced everything with them. i was always super close with chris and he was even my first kiss at the ripe age of 8. nick and i met first during baseball practice and i was the only girl on the team. nick is my best friend in the whole world and that never changed as we grew up. matt and i are very different people. we always got along and played together as kids but as i grew up i developed feelings for him. i had an eye for him ever since we were 13 when he ditched his date and took me to 8th grade formal because no one else would. he was always my knight in shining armor.

i always thought he was attractive but as time went on i grew to love everything about him. i confided in nick about my feelings when i was 15 and have continued to express my feelings for matt to him. nick promised me that this would be the only secret he would ever keep from his brother and he has kept it for 2 years now.

which brings us to present day.

-

matt was driving me home from school since nick and chris were hanging out with their friends after school.

“did you see that amount of homework our history teacher gave us, i was ready to walk out the second she gave me that booklet.” i say. “oh i fucking know she can be ridiculous.” matt replies. he was driving with one hand on the wheel and the other tapping his fingers on the centre console to the music we were listening to. “matt.” i ask looking at the size of my booklet, “hmm?” he says watching the road. “do you think we can work on these together i really dont think i can get this done on my own.” i mumble, he chuckles looking over at me “i was just about to ask you the same thing.” he smiles.

“ok ill drive over later i need to do some things at home before i start homework.” i breathe. “sounds good.” he says.

once matt dropped me home i immediately began getting ready. although i would never admit it, i always tried my best to look my best when i was around matt. even though we have known each other for years i never wanted him to think i was unattractive.

growing up and watching the girls matt would take on dates and have all of those ‘firsts’ with always crushed me. he never knew it but he broke my heart countless times. the worst time was when we were 15 and he came to me nick and chris after hanging out with his first girlfriend and told us he lost his virginity. that was the night i confessed to nick my feelings for his brother. i spent the rest of that weekend crying in my room about matt when he did nothing to hurt me, i was just in my own head about loving him since i was 13. its safe to say nothing has changed since then and i have continued to be in love with him and i am now currently 17.

- later that night - 6:15 pm

i arrived to their house and walked in after being greeted by their mom and a hug from her. their mom treated me like my own as i was at their house more than i was at my own. she told me that there was dinner left over since chris and nick werent home if i wanted some.

of course all i wanted to do was just hangout with matt.

i made my way up the stairs to matts room to find him playing a game on his computer with headphones on. i walked over to him and tapped his shoulder. “oh y/n you scared the shit out of me.” he breathes clearly startled. i laugh and walk over to his bed and plop down on it. “i actually think i would rather step on nails for a day than do this history bullshit.” i sigh.

matt chuckles while shutting off his computer and grabbing his history booklet and sitting down on his bed. we both got right to work going from looking in our textbooks, to writing down answers, copying the answers from each other and wording them differently. we continued that same process for about an hour before my hand felt like it was going to fall off.

“oh my god matt i cannot do this anymore we need to take a break.” i sigh laying down on my back. “me too i think my head will explode if i keep going.” he agrees. i close my eyes and get comfortable in his bed while he grabs his phone and starts scrolling on it eventually turning it to my face “what do you think of her.” he asks showing me a girl that is in our history class. i just raise my shoulders in response. “words would be more helpful you know.” he chuckles. “i dont know shes the same as the past 3 girls you have been with.” i blankly reply. he hums in response and goes back to scrolling. “so helpful.” he says jokingly rolling his eyes.

“you never really like any of the girls i talk to huh?” he blurts. i freeze not knowing how to respond, i dont know matt maybe because ive been in love with you for years but your too stubborn to fucking notice it? i obviously wanted to scream I LOVE YOU AND I HAVE SINCE I WAS 13, at him but i didnt. my face goes blank and i just turn away from him and go back to resting my eyes even tho i know it wont last long. while me and matt had a great relationship as friends i always shut down when it came to moments like these. matt knows when something is wrong, all the fucking time. its frustrating in moments like these when i am literally mad at him for showing me a girl hes interested in but of course i cant tell him that.

“ok snap out of it what is your problem now?” he snaps. “matt i dont have a problem.” i state lying through my teeth. “anyone from a mile away can read that you are upset right now so just tell me what the issue is so i can fix it.” he pleads. “matt can you drop it.” i huff twars brimming my eyes, “no.” he pauses “why do you keep doing this, you always shut me out when theres a problem. i know that your upset and you know that i know your upset, just tell me whats wrong.” he explains.

“matt i cant.” i say as tears spill out. he lifts his hand to turn me over to see that im crying, his face saddens. i instinctually cover my eyes and sit up.

“theres clearly something wrong, what happened why cant you open up to me anymore.” he says. i sniffle and get up to use the bathroom. i couldnt stand to even look him in the eye. not knowing the strong feelings i have for him.

j went into the bathroom and broke down. i never broke like that in front of him before. every time this has happened i usually just go home and deal with it or complain to nick. this time i was looking him right in the eye and he saw what he made me feel. matts not and idiot he definitely knows why that upset me. if he didnt have a hunch that i was in love with him before he absolutely knows now. everything ive held in for the past 4 years has spilled out and i dont know how to handle what will happen when i walk back in to that room.

knock knock

“y/n can you open the door.” he says in a quiet tone. i put my hand on the handle and press my other hand to the door. “deep breaths” i keep repeating to myself. i crack the door open and matt sees me mascara on my face. puffy eyes and a sniffily mess. he grabs my face and either side and wipes away my tears. i just watch him as he does this. he moves forward to get closer and slowly connects our lips. i immediately melt into his touch and start kissing him back, wrapping my hands around his on my face.

we continue kissing as i wrapped my arms around his neck to bring him closer as he smiles into the kiss. i heavily breathe in as he slips his tongue into my mouth. my heart beats faster at the new feeling. i always imagined kissing matt but this is better than what i ever could have imagined. he moves one hand from my face and places it on my hip.

“what. the. fuck.” i hear nick say from behind.

we both stop and turn around and nick and chris standing behind us.

“nick please dont be mad.” i plead. “i will talk to you in a minute y/n” he says point at me “matt go to your room with me.” nick says sticking his hand in the direction of matts room.

matts pov

my heart was beating so fast as nick followed me into my room. kissing his best friend what was i thinking. she was my best friend too but their relationship was always closer but its still no excuse.

“what the fuck are you doing kissing y/n?” he yells, i open my mouth to speak but he interrupts me. “do you know how much you have fucked with her already.” he exclaims.

now im confused.

“you have been messing with y/n’s head for years now and you have spent the past four years breaking her heart over and over, she doesnt need you doing it again.”

i pause i thinking about his words rubbing my hands over my face.

“she has spent everyday loving you since we were 13 and has watched you countless times talk to girls and being girls around and she has always kept it in as to how she feels. unless you truly have feelings for her that to you was nothing. but matt, what just happened right there.” nick says shaking his head, “just might hurt her more than anything you could ever have done to her.” nick breathes before walking out of my room.

y/n’s pov

i walked into chris’ room after what happened and just cried as he watched me spiral. he surprisingly had nothing to say and the silence of the situation made it even worse. i was freaking the fuck out. i never anticipated kissing matt and especially not his brother, my best friend catching us.

nick walks in to chris’ room “y/n are you ok?” he asks. i look at him and just break down. he walks over and sits down on the bed with me and chris. chris friendly pats me on the shoulder and i smile at him “thanks chris.” i say and he gives me a warm smile.

we hear a knock on the door and see matt open it. “y/n please can i talk to you.” he says and nick looks at me with worry written all over his face. “its ok.” i whisper as i get up and nod at matt.

we close the door behind us and he begins. “nick just told me ive been breaking your heart since we were 13.” he breathes, “why didnt you say anything before.”

“matt i couldnt.” i say tears threatening to come out of my eyes again. matt looks at me with concern. “dont, dont look at me like that. you never felt anything for me now dont start now because you feel bad for me.” i say now feeling angry at him. “y/n but thats the thing, i always felt something for you. anyone with eyes can see that. you know that i never let any girl come into my presence without asking your approval, your the most important girl to me in the world nothing can ever change that.” he says looking at the ground. “bullshit.” i huff. “i dont believe you, if you really ever had feelings for me you would have seen that i loved you for 4 years.” i say tears pooling out of my eyes but i dont care, “4 years matt. ive been seeing you with girls for years envious of their life and then you pass them on like their nothing.” i say putting a finger to his chest. “4 years i had to keep this to myself to prevent it from ruining years of friend ship, not just between us but between your family.” i say pushing my finger on his chest harder and he steps back. “4 years that i had to get my heart broken by someone who didnt give a shit about me.” i say walking towards him now pushing him harder, crying even harder now.

he wraps his arms around me and i fight out of his grip. he doesnt let go as i stuggled but eventually i grow tired and just clutch on to him like if i let go i would fall. “im sorry.” he says petting my hair and i cry into his chest. “you know that i would never hurt you, you are the one person besides my brother that i care about the most.” he says resting his chin on my head. “i love you.” he says. i look up at him from his grip. i moved up to his face finding his lips and connecting them once more. this kiss more sweet than the last.

“ive waited to hear that since i was 13.”

-

thank you for reading xx

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a/n: i hope you guys enjoyed this and to the person who requested it i hope this lived up to your standards 🤍🤍🤍

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[myg-butterfly]

Nothing New

Ot7! BTS x Choreographer! Reader (Seokjin x Reader focused)

Summary: You get hurt and have to find a replacement. You just didn't think that replacement extended to your relationship with the BTS members. Will they still want you when you're nothing new?

Tags: ANGST (sorry), eventual fluff, Injured!Reader, Fem!Reader, Bangtan are kind of assholes, this isn't really proofread sorry, I also don't know how this shit actually works with Idol groups so I'm just making shit up lolsies.

A/N: HI omg sorry this took FOREVER. I was gonna have this done this weekend but we went to go visit family so I put this aside omg, but it's finalllyyyy here! I hope this lives up to your expectations. Thank you for all the love on the teaser, and remember, comments and feedback are always soooo appreciated!

Taglist: @bangteezbaby @thelilbutifulthings @hoshi-is-ult-bbg @juju-227592 @kikz165 @plexcaffeinate

All the members had just gotten home from rehearsal, and immediately went to find you just so they could throw silly little tantrums about you not being there.

The way they were pouting reminded you more of kicked puppies than world-wide sensations.

"It's fine guys, I know someone who can cover for me until I get better."

"But we like your choreography better." Taehyung whines into your shoulder and you pat his head in comfort.

"It's just a month or two, Tae."

You had broken your leg about a week ago, and consequently, you couldn't continue choreographing for the group until you were fully healed.

Which meant either the boys paused their learning, or you brought someone else in to cover for you - and you're all aware that pausing isn't really an option.

"But I'll miss you." Your boyfriends were overly dramatic, acting like you were leaving even though you all lived together.

"You'll still see me at home, it's not like I'm dropping off the face of the earth."

He huffs into your shoulder and rolls over so he's sitting next to you normally now.

"Anyway, how have you been? Have you felt okay?" Seokjin sits down on the other side of you and you feel yourself growing a bit shy under his caring stare.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

•••

"Hi! Thank you so much for covering for me. We're on a reall-"

"Save it, it's whatever. I always told you you'd need my help again at some point."

You don't like the implications in her tone but you pass it off with a small chuckle.

"Okay, so they already know 2 out of the 5 numbers for this album, and we were in the middle of learning the 3rd one. I taught it to Hoseok in advance so he can take over for that one. So you wouldn't need to be at the studio until next week. I'll send you the videos I took of the foundation of the other 2 numbers so you can learn it and then teach it."

She looked so uninterested in what you were saying, but you had to be professional.

You called her here in the first place.

"Kay, cool, got it. Also, can I get the guys' numbers? You know, just in case."

"Oh uhm, you can ask them when you see them next week… I'm not sure if they want me giving out their numbers to people they don't really know."

"Well they're gonna know me soon right? Don't be greedy, trying to keep all of them to yourself."

She giggles but you can feel that it's not really one of genuine giddiness and you hope that your discomfort isn't apparent.

"I'll ask them when I see them later today."

You plaster on the best smile you can and she gives you an equally forced one back.

"Okay. Bye!"

She basically struts away and you're left standing there; maybe calling her was the wrong move.

•••

Yep. Calling her was probably the wrong move. But it depends on which side of Y/N you ask.

On the professional side, this is absolutely great. They hit it off right away, all the boys growing comfortable with her rather quick (something HYBE valued a lot), and she was great at her job. Talented, bold, confident, friendly, the whole package.

On a more personal side, this was putting you on edge. How suddenly, all the guys would talk about was 'Joanna said this a rehearsal' or 'Joanna invited us out to eat'. It was always Joanna this Joanna that, and you knew they were just excited to have a new friend, to have someone who shares their passion, you couldn't help but wonder if their feelings for you were simply out of excitement. And now that you're not the newest thing around, would they still want you? Would they still talk about you with the same sparkle in their eyes as they do with Joanna? It left a pit in your chest.

And — yeah, calling her was the definitely the wrong move.

Finally, a long-awaited date with all of you. They were filled with energy, talking and joking on the ride there, and you felt your heart growing lighter, you still had them.

They even helped you get off the car with all the gentleness in the world, helped you get in your seat and made sure you were completely comfortable.

The lightness quickly weighed down into something much heavier when you saw Joanna walk in and make her way to the table.

And the weight felt like it had been dropped to you feet when the guys scooted to make space for her, Namjoon even standing up to hug her and letting her sit first so she'd be in between him and Jungkook.

How long has it been since they hugged you with such happiness?

"Oh my god, Y/N, hi! The boys didn't tell me you would be here."

Something about the way she said "the boys" made your hands itch, almost as much as your throat itched to say 'likewise'.

"Welp. I'm here. Haha."

Dinner wasn't fun, to say the least.

Joanna was blatantly saying shit to embarrass you the entire time, and it even worse, your boyfriends seemed to be soaking up her every word, laughing whenever she pointed out something embarrassing about you when she knew you in high school.

"Yeah! And when we choreographed together, she would always forget her parts." She lets out a giggle and Hoseok laughs too: what's so funny?

"It was only once or twice." You groan, mostly to yourself, but Joanna hears it.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

Everyone laughs at her words again and suddenly, you start to think that staying home was the better option.

"I've always said she has the memory of a goldfish. Sometimes it felt like I was doing all the work because i constantly had to step in and help when Y/N froze up."

She turns to you when she speaks her next question:

"How are you doing now that I haven't been here to clean up after you? Are you making Jimin do it?" She laughs and nudges Jimin, who's sitting next to her, on the shoulder, and he happily shoves back with a bright smile on her face.

"I'm fine, it's rare that I forget stuff lately."

She gasps in a dramatic manner, you wish she would just disappear already.

"You? Not wasting time in rehearsal? Because you forgot? That's unheard of!"

You hate the way pretty much all of the guys laugh at her words: they know how much work you've put into being a good choreographer. Why were they laughing at you?

Suddenly, you feel the person next to you pressing up closer against you: Seokjin.

You look at him and he has a soft smile on his face, but not towards Joanna; his entire focus is on you.

"You have a really good memory darling. We can tell you've worked on it." The knot in your stomach softens its grip after hearing Seokjin's words, and for the first time since you got here, your smile is genuine.

"Anyways, how'd you injure yourself?"

"Oh, we were doing some cardio and I tripped. Fell at an awkward angle and it twisted my leg. Haha."

Joanna laughs a little too hard at this.

"I've always also said that for a supposed dancer you sure are clumsy as hell."

Some of the guys giggle at her comment, and you look down at your lap: why were they laughing at you?

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Seokjin sit up a little straighter, and you suspect he's gonna say something.

"Supposed dancer?" He raised a brow and to most people, it would've seemed like he was just egging onto the joke, but you and the rest of the table could tell that there was a serious undertone to his question.

It was no secret in your relationship with the guys that Seokjin had a specific soft spot for you – in a relationship as big as yours, its bound that all of you will have your weak spots for one another: Jungkook and Namjoon, Jimin and Taehyung, Hoseok and Yoongi, you and Seokjin.

So you were more than relieved when he met your gaze from across the table; he knew you were uncomfortable.

And as everyone knows, he's not one to stay quiet.

"I just mean it's surprising that for someone so clumsy she went into the professional world where coordination is crucial."

Jungkook uses this point to tease Namjoon, and thankfully the attention is taken off of you. You catch Seokjin's stare again and this time it's accompanied with an apologetic smile and him reaching out his hand to hold yours.

As your hands meet on top of the table, you seem to be the only one who notices the look Joanna sends you at the display of affection.

•••

More days pass by and everyday they get home later and later until you're left going to bed on your own.

You'd made it a habit to wait for each other if one was out late, but it didn't happen often since you had almost the same working hours and when you went out, it was usually altogether.

You'd tried to keep that habit after your injury, but they were coming home later everyday, and you weren't sure you had it in you to keep staying up for them.

Especially on nights like this one, where when they do get home, you're dismissed almost entirely.

The door opens and you sit up, ready to greet them one by one with a hug and kiss, but most of them just mumble a "hey" or "hi Y/N" and walk straight to their rooms.

Only Jungkook and Seokjin genuinely acknowledge you, Jungkook giving you a hug and a peck on the forehead accompanied by a soft "Hi baby." before going to his room as well.

Seokjin also hugs you, but he picks you up while doing so: shifting you in his arms so he can carry you to bed with him.

As he begins to walk, your eyes meet and he sends a soft smile your way.

You barely start to relax in his hold when you realize that he's walking into your room, and you slightly panic at the thought that he's going to leave you alone in there.

Your slight panic turns into franticness as he sets you down and steps away from the bed.

"No! Don't-" Jin whips around at the sound of your voice, and you feel immediate guilt when you see his startled expression.

"Sorry, I- I know you're tired. Sorry, you can go."

Your attempts to decrease his worry don't seem to work, because he's already making his way back towards your bed.

"No, no. What happened? Whats wrong?"

"Its nothing." Seokjin gives you a stern look, you both know that lying to him is impossible.

"It's not nothing. Is it your leg? Or is it something else?"

"Its stupid" you mumble.

Noticing that you're unsure of yourself, he sits closer to you and brushes you hair out of your face in attempts to comfort you.

"Its not stupid if its bothering you" you feel your tears welling up again at how soft Seokjin's voice is. How soft he is with you.

"I just- I don't think I can be alone right now." You lean into his touch as you finally get at least some of the truth off your chest.

"You don't have to be. I was going to shower, do you want to join me?"

"I don't want to bother you."

"You won't."

"But my leg, I won't be able to stand for long."

"It's okay, we'll bring a stool in and I'll help you."

"But you're tired-"

"Never of taking care of you."

Something in your heart settles through the rest of the night, there is no other intention behind Seokjin asking you to join him.

He washes your hair and even dries it once you're out, he helps you get dressed and he goes to sleep holding you, and even if it's just for one night; all is right in the world again.

The next morning, Jin wakes you up and asks you if you'd like to come to rehearsal with the 7 of them. You're elated, to say the least. You knew it was a minimum thing, but your heart couldn't help but flutter at the thought that they wanted you around.

•••

Jin on the other hand, is pissed. Not at you, (never at you), but at his 6 boyfriends and how absolutely dense they could be, this being one of those moments.

He'd mentioned that you were coming with them, and all of them responded well: "I hope she likes the choreo!" "Yay! I want to hear what she has to say."

Their response to you tagging along wasn't the problem, no.

It was their response when he tried to tell them about how you were feeling that pissed him off:

"Wait guys, before we leave, I need to talk to you about something real quick."

All of them were attentive towards him immediately, so he thought they'd receive this better.

"It's about Y/N. And partially Joanna."

"Okay?"

"I talked to Y/N last night and she seemed upset. She didn't really want to talk about it but I'm almost completely sure that she's feeling left out, and I think it may partially be because of Joanna."

All of them begin to speak at once, until Taehyung's voice cuts through everyone else's.

"Why do you think it has something to do with Joanna?"

The 6 boys settle down and stare expectantly at Jin.

"Have you guys not noticed how backhanded all of Joanna's comments are towards her? Even when Y/N isn't present, she always makes a joke at her expense. And not to mention, we've been spending a lot of time with Joanna, much more than we've been spending with Y/N. I know if I were her I would feel hurt; being injured and spending the whole day cooped up alone while my boyfriends are spending all their time with someone who treats me like dog shit."

Jin wasn't sure what he was expecting the boys' reactions to be, but it definitely wasn't the outraged faces they were all giving him.

Jungkook is the first one to respond:

"I mean, I noticed the comments but I thought they were all in good fun? You know, since Y/N and Joanna have been friends for such a long time."

Taehyung cuts in next:

"And if Y/N is feeling left out, I mean I understand but what does that have to do with Joanna?"

Almost as if on cue, there's noise coming from the kitchen, meaning that you're awake.

Jin quickly gets up to go to you, but not before leaving the 6 boys with one final word, "Just pay attention to how she speaks to Y/N, you'll see what I'm talking about."

•••

It's hard to describe – the knowledge that you're being left behind without any obvious evidence surrounding you.

It's not something that everyone outside of your point of view might see, but you can feel it cutting through you deeply.

Not being able to do what you love, and on top of that, not being able to spend time with the people you love, it's a shattering feeling that claws through your chest.

Which leaves you where you are now: in the car with the rest of the boys on your way to rehearsal.

You thought that maybe being back in the studio would relight the spark that made the 7 men drawn to you in the first place, but even the car ride there felt cold and almost uncomfortable.

•••

The atmosphere changes the moment you step foot in the studio. It feels lighter, somehow. You don't know how to feel, not with the voice in your head insinuating that this lightness is because of Joanna; the guys are more at ease with Joanna than they are with you.

You usually hate being wrong: but now, you wish you could say the voice in your head was being irrational, yet you can't. Not when you turn around and see everyone besides Seokjin and Yoongi - who are off conversing to the side - gathered around Joanna, happily talking to her.

When did they stop looking at you like that?

Finally, she takes notice of your presence and makes her way over to you.

"Y/N, girly! Hey! Are you here to learn?"

You don't respond, confused as to what she's trying to ask you.

"Ya'know? Learn from the best! We've been so productive with this number."

She responds like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and you almost feel offended at what she's insinuating.

"Oh, um- I'm here to see what the guys have done."

Joanna blinks at you, as if your answer threw her off, before continuing.

"Oh. Ok then. Cool! And are the boys cool with that?"

You can tell, she wants this to sound passive aggressive. Kind on the surface, but a clear jab at your insecurities.

Jungkook quickly cuts in;

"Of course. Why wouldn't we be cool with that?"

Joanna stutters through her response, being caught off guard by Jungkook as she thought no one had heard her remark.

"Oh! I don't know, you might get distracted? You know?"

"We'll be fine."

This time it's Jin who answers, and even if it's a little selfish, you're glad that his tone towards Joanna is automatically cold.

"Okay thennnn!"

She turns to you:

"But if you start being a distraction I'll have to ask you to step out. Heh, step out. That's funny."

She giggles at her little joke (at your expense), and makes her way into the practice room.

Rehearsal continues as usual, and you feel a bit lighter as the boys all make jokes and include you while they stretch and warm up.

They start to run through the choreography, and your heart swells with pride seeing them dance; all their hard work really does pay off.

As much as you wish to get up and dance with them, or even get up at all, you know you can't. But just seeing them perform will do.

Once they finish, you start to clap and Jimin and Jungkook turn towards you with a playful vow.

"Its looking really good guys!"

All of the boys respond with a 'thank you' and a smile.

"I do have a couple pointers about some things I noticed-"

"Okay, let's run it again!" Before you could finish your sentence you're cut off by Joanna's squeaky voice.

Thankfully, Hoseok cares about what you have to say, and the rest seem to agree as well.

"Wait, I wanna hear what Y/N had to say."

"Yeah! It's felt weird learning a brand new number and not having any of your input on it."

"Y/N, go on." Seokjin is the one who speaks last, and the look in his eyes tell you that things will be alright.

"Ok, so first thing make sure you guys are agreeing on your directions, make sure that it's either a complete diagonal or if its a slanted move so you all move the same direction-"

"Oh yeah, I explained that to them already, they know." You're once again cut off by Joanna.

You use this as a chance to tease the boys, as you always normally.

"Oh, then why are y'all making that mistake huh?" Your tone is playful, and you see Hoseok step towards you with all the intent of playing along, when a gasp coming from your right stops you both.

"Did you come in here just to criticize?"

Of course it's Joanna.

"Wha- no. I was just teasing them. The dance looks grea-"

"I told you you were gonna distract them, and what did I say I was gonna do if you got them unfocused?"

"I didn't mean to, I was just giving pointers-"

"I've been teaching them for the last few weeks, I know what they need to focus on right now."

"But I know that it can look cleaner than it did right now."

"Well this is my choreography! I know what's best! You don't get to come in here and just start shitting on my work because what? You're jealous?! You think you're better than everyone else?!"

You're taken aback when Joanna starts to scream at you, so much so that you try to step back, completely forgetting that one of your feet is injured.

As you place your foot down, a soaring pain strikes from your foot all the way to your thigh. A sob escapes you and that's when Jin's protective nature kicks in full force.

In the blink of an eye, he's crouching next to you and picking you up while everyone else in the rooms stands frozen in place.

The ice is shattered when a wail comes from somewhere else in the room: it's Joanna.

Everyone's head whips to her direction, but for very different reasons.

Jin, for one, is beyond disbelief that she'd go as low as fake crying to get the attention back on her.

The rest of the guys seemed concerned, but not because of her. Rather because they just saw her true colors, how Jin was right, how they'd neglected you.

Seokjin picks you up and rushes out the door, leaving everyone else in the room frozen.

•••

You don't really process anything that happens afterwards. You just know Seokjin is with you as you go to the doctor to get your foot checked out, and that's enough to push you into a state where you know you can space out.

You couldn't comprehend it, how you were hurt and the rest of them weren't there.

Did they even care you were hurt?

It didn't make sense, that you were asking yourself this. When had things gotten this bad? How could they have let thing get this bad? It left you aching more than your injury, and you think that shouldn't even be possible.

When you get home, you find all the boys kitchen, a mess everywhere -much to Jin's despair- attempting to decorate what you assume is a cake. They're all focused to the point where they didn't hear you come in, and if they did, they're really good at acting like they didn't. You want to hide in your room, maybe ask Jin to hide with you, play into their ignorance, but the petty part in you is much quicker.

"Joanna doesn't like cake."

You speak without thinking about it first, and it's clear that none of them were expecting a comment like that, not even Jin, because their heads whip around instantly to you.

You panic for a little, thinking they'll get mad, but Hoseok and Yoongi start laughing at Namjoon's terrified face, at the maknae line looking like they're deer in headlights, and at Jin's round eyes.

Before you know it, They're all running up to you, and Seokjin has to grab you by the waist to make sure they don't knock you over.

They all speak at once, and you can only make out some things like "are you okay? what did the doctor say? im sorry." What cuts through all the rambling is Namjoon's smooth voice, sounding a bit exasperated as he speaks: "The cake is for you Y/N. We were making the cake for you."

Oh.

"Joon! You ruined the surprise!" Jimin stomps his feet, but you know he's not actually upset.

"Well we couldn't just let her think that we were baking a cake for fuckin Joanna!" Namjoon defends himself.

Yoongi steps in front of the two and turns to you, "It was supposed to be a 'Surprise / I'm sorry / We love you / Get well soon' cake but you got here before we finished."

His genuinely dejected demeanor makes you giggle, he looks like a sad cat.

"It's okay-"

"No it's not. Cake or not, we're all really sorry- hold on, we should sit down for this." Jungkook grabs your hand and leads you to the couch, the rest following suit.

You all sit in silence for a second before Hoseok speaks up:

"Well I guess I'll start." He sits up a little straighter so he's facing you directly, and you feel nerves run through you: was he upset? Was he going to scold you?

The guys seem to notice how you tense up, because Hoseok's face falls a into a small frown, while Jungkook scoots closer to you and Jin places a hand on your thigh.

"Y/N, I am so so sorry for the way we've been acting, and the way we haven't been acting. You got hurt under our watch, we should be the ones taking care of you, no questions asked, and we've failed to do that. There's really no excuse for how inattentive we've been. In our heads, or at least my head, I didn't really see you all day, so I thought that everything was okay because I still got to wake up to you, I still got to come home and feel comfortable knowing that you were here: we had your company. But I failed to return that company, we all failed to give you the bare minimum, and I truly am so sorry."

For the time you've know Hoseok, you've only seen him cry once or twice, so when you see tears start to fall from his eyes, it shakes you up and down. Before you can go console him, Jimin speaks up from where he sits beside Hoseok.

"Hobi's right, Y/N. We didn't pay you enough attention. We were too worried about ourselves to consider how our actions looked to you. The whole thing with Joanna, we did spend a lot of time with her, but even then, all we did was talk about you. Not in a bad way, obviously, but you just always came up in conversation. I don't know why I thought that talking about you would translate as 'we're still giving you our attention' as if you could read our thoughts or something. But again, we were selfish and careless, and I can't apologize enough for how we acted."

You appreciate Jimin's attempt at lightening up the mood, and you appreciate his words overall.

The next hour goes by in the same manner. The boys apologize one by one, not to just you, but to Seokjin as well, and before you know it, there's no one in the room that isn't crying, all of you a teary and snotty mess.

"We love you so much, Y/N. Please let us make it up to you. I love you so much." Yoongi's the last one to speak, and he finishes while walking up to you and bowing at your feet.

The rest of the guys join him, even Seokjin, and you don't know what else to do except throw yourself on the floor with all of them and cry.

The night ends with all of you cuddled up on the floor, until Namjoon and Jin make you all get up so you could go lay down properly.

They guys don't let you walk, no, Jungkook carries you while Taehyung and Jimin squish at his side in an attempt to stay close to you.

You all manage to squeeze into a single bed with you in the middle, hands everywhere trying to keep you close.

You feel warmer than you have in weeks, and meanwhile the guys do have a lot to make up for, with arms wrapped around you and sweet nothings floating in the room, you think this is a great start.

#bts #bts fic #bts au #bts fluff #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts drabble #bts hurt/comfort #bts ot7 x reader #bts poly #bts fanfction #bangtan

[cvntrlseecvntrlvee]

home is where the heart is

↠ pairing: wonwoo x reader ↠ genres: fluff ↠ word count: 900~ ↠ a/n: thinking abt bestfriend!wonwoo today 🥺 also ty to @hannieween who always reads all the little drabbles i type into her inbox, that’s how we ended up with this. she also helped write part of it, the an at the bottom will explicitly say which bits!! hope you guys like it uwu

bestfriend!wonwoo who keeps you company after your break up with your shitty ex boyfriend.

bestfriend!wonwoo who lets you lean on his shoulder while you guys watch the latest episode of bake off and you’re ugly crying with a tub of ur favourite ice cream.

how he tries to distract you the next day by inviting you to play mario party because some of the boys are over and he doesn't want you to wallow in your room by yourself.

the way, after the boys leave, he takes you into his arms while on the couch and letting you snuggle into the warmth of his chest as you sniffle a little. wonwoo smells like fresh laundry and he rubs a comforting hand up and down your back.

to you, wonwoo was home.

this is basically yours and wonwoo’s dynamic haha.

and he would never admit it out loud, but he honestly loves it. he loves as you ramble mindlessly, asking him pointless questions about nothing and everything at all. he remains quiet, but every now and then he’ll say is that so? setting you off on another tangent. 

you laugh at your own jokes, which makes him laugh as well. it's the kind of laugh that makes his nose scrunch and makes him push the rim of his glasses up a bit.

and when ur away for the weekend, visiting ur parents, and wonu is home alone, the silence is deafening, and he misses you. 

he misses you during breakfast, how you'd grumble about having to go to work and rant about the woes of capitalism and the five day work week. 

he misses you when he's rewatching the previous episode of bake off on the cold couch alone, and how you'd be telling him about the history of shortbread and something about an alliance between scotland and france. 

he misses you when he's out walking the dog after dinner and how you'd be talking his ear off about every little thing that happened to you that day, in chronological order.

wonwoo's life is quiet and greyscale when you're not there and he misses the colour of your laugh and your smile and the sound of your voice.

one night, he finally convinces you to go out to the movies with him. you've been feeling better lately, and you can't remember the last time you cried about your ex.

he buys you the biggest tub of popcorn, making sure the worker slathers it with extra extra butter (even though he knows its gonna give him a tummy ache later). and he watches you fondly as you try to choose between the buncha crunch or mike and ikes (his two favourites) before settling on both. 

he also gets you a cola slushie, but your hands get cold from holding the cup, making you clasp them together between your thighs when you finally go to sit down, and he wishes, god how he wishes, he could just grab your hands to warm them up a bit.

you guys decide to see the latest action movie, a genre which you love, but sometimes you can't handle the blood and gore that comes with it. so when the bad guy's about to get sliced to hell, wonwoo quickly throws his hand up to cover your eyes.

you grab his hands to move it away because im a big girl, wonu, i can handle a little blood (except your pants are on fire and you absolutely cannot) but he knows this and does not budge.

and when the scene is finally over and he moves his hand away from your face, you're still holding on to it, not letting go

wonwoo sends you a look but you've got ur eyes glued to the movie, as if holding his hand is a normal occurance (it's not) and you're not freaking out like wonwoo currently is (you are, in fact, freaking the fuck out).

wonwoo settles back in his seat, loving the way your hands feel around his and laces his fingers with yours. you keep his hand in your lap, squeezing everytime sometimes stressful or surprising happens on screen and wonwoo rubs back and forth on the back of your hand when you do.

when the movies over, you still don't let go of his hand, and neither does he. not when you’re picking up ur bag to sling over your shoulder, not when he's picking up the empty food boxes to throw away, and not when you're walking home together in the cool of the night, as you rehash the movie ending, swinging your hands between you when you get a little too excited with your theories

you're both still unwilling to let go of each other's hands when you make it back to your shared apartment, as wonwoo keys in the door code, and it isn't until you're in the hallway, in front of your two bedroom doors, that you realise neither of you want to ever let go.

so you don't.

you let wonwoo hold onto you tightly while you tell him you had a lot of fun tonight and he replies saying he always has fun when he's with you. and you get on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his cheek, both of your cheeks warming up.

and it isn't until then that wonwoo let's go of your hand, choosing to instead grab your face with both of his and leaning down to kiss you sweetly

wonwoo tastes like a mix of movie theater butter, fruity candy and salted chocolate.

and best of all, wonwoo tastes like home.

a/n: this is my first time writing something in this sort of format! let me know what you think!! also the first part aboutt he rambling and the bit aboutt he cola slushie are courtesy of v, she's really fab and you all should go read her writing 👀👀👀

here are some lil extra bits that i didn't put into the drabble but i still think are cute to think abt hehe

gif 1 by @jeonsupershy // this wonu when he finally gets the girl he's loved all his life

gif 2 by @meowonhao-main // this wonu when you shyly nod yes to wonu asking you out to a real dinner date

this wonu (yes, im obsessed w this photo leave me alone) when you climb into his lap to snuggle after a really shitty day at work

this wonu when you whine that his kisses are too sweet and you want him to kiss you like a man

this wonu when he's about to ask you to marry him and legally be stuck w his loser gamer ass for the rest of ur life

u when u say yes because he's YOUR loser gamer ass and u love him so SO much 🥺🥺🥺

#seventeen fic #wonwoo x reader #seventeen x reader #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo fanfic #writing #mine #title: home is where the heart is #author: cvntrlseecvntrlvee #band: svt #member: wonwoo

[cobaltperun]

i have a request if possible ? for a tara carpenter x reader , or any jo character as you see fit , but in my head , it’s always been tara and no gf au-

so basically , if you’re familiar with 5 seconds of summer , every time i listen to them (their self titled album, specifically heartbreak girl) i always come up with like scenarios of r, mindy, amber and wes being 5sos basically and having r write that song about tara and how she’s always calling/texting r about the problems she’s having with chad without realizing that r is in love with her

which ofc leads r to go to amber, mindy and wes to write that song together and having them preform at a local bar/club or something because they’re locally known and tara, sam, chad and the rest of the friend group is in the crowd, being supportive- but once they hear the song , they immediately know who it’s about and just look at tara awkwardly , and- that’s as far as i’ve gotten

Heartbreak Girl

Tara Carpenter x gn!Reader (Request)

First of all, thank you for the request, it kind of just flowed out and here it is. I went with gender-neutral Reader since you didn't specify the gender. I hope you'll enjoy reading this.

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Word count: 2.5k

It was happening again, your only saving grace being the fact you weren't there with Tara as she sobbed. You could almost see her, sobbing into her pillow to make sure Sam couldn't hear her.

And it broke your heart to hear you cry. It shattered it even more that she kept putting you through it again and again. Always for the same reason.

"I know I should have seen it coming, but it still hurts, you know? I still love Chad, I just can't get over him," she sobbed and you stopped pacing your room to lean back and rest your head against the wall. You knew the story, you heard it from Tara countless times. Tara and Chad were in a relationship, they worked the summer job together and met Liv. Chad fell in love and broke up with Tara. The rest was history, and Tara, sharing Chad's circle of friends, and still being in love with him, couldn't move on.

One time Tara told you she figured it would be easier if he cheated on her. He didn't. He just sat down with her one day and said how he felt. Two weeks later Chad and Liv went on their first date and the circumstances kept Tara and Chad as somewhat friends.

"I'm sorry for being a bother, Y/N," she must have noticed your silence.

"You're not being a bother, Tara, I just don't know what to say that I already didn't tell you before," you bit your bottom lip, knowing full well you were lying. You knew what you wanted to say. You wanted to tell her you loved her, that in her heartbreak she kept breaking your heart too. Another sob made you speak before you could think things through. "Let's go out, just the two of us," you suggest, realizing too late what you were saying. "As friends, of course, just to get your mind off of everything," you quickly backtracked, hoping the explanation was sufficient enough, hoping she couldn't hear the nervous tapping of your foot against the floor, or the crack in your voice when you said 'friends' or anything else that could give you away.

Because, as much as you loved her, as much as you wanted to be with her, you didn't want to push her into another relationship when she was vulnerable and still heartbroken. You also didn't want to be her way of getting over Chad and nothing more.

"I'd love to, Y/N," it sounded like she stopped crying. "Thanks for being my friend and always being there to cheer me up," her words, even if you just encouraged them yourself, still hurt you.

"Don't mention it, I'm here for you," you brush it off, subconsciously hoping maybe, just maybe, she'd realize how you feel on her own. You had no idea how mixed the signals you were sending her looked every now and then. In less than a minute you went from proclaiming friendly hanging out to promising to be there for her. "When do you want to meet up?"

Tara paused for a moment. "I'll call you tomorrow at ten to figure that out. Is that okay?"

You nodded and then frowned when you realized a moment later you were on the phone with her. "Of course."

And so you said your goodbyes, and you just slumped into the chair and dropped your head down to the table. A bit recklessly you tossed the phone to the bed on your side and silently expressed gratitude that it didn't hit the wall or drop to the floor. You sighed and placed your hands over your head, feeling like you were stuck in a never-ending cycle with Tara Carpenter.

Against your better judgment, you grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and began writing.

~X~

The friend date went well, better than you imagined it would and you and Tara hung out an hour longer than either of you anticipated. It was a nice change of pace and for a moment you actually convinced yourself you didn't feel anything romantic for her. For a moment, you were reminded of simpler times, when Tara really was just a friend in your eyes.

The paper waiting for you at your table broke that illusion and you grabbed your guitar, maybe you had something here after all. As you sat down to try different tunes you sent a message to the band, Mindy, Wes, and Amber, asking to meet up tomorrow for an additional practice.

~X~

The four of you met up in your garage where you kept your instruments, the guitars, and drums, anything else you needed you would just rent out for a couple of days. You were still a local band, so renting still saved you money.

"Let me see if I got everything right. You," Amber pointed at you, almost accusingly. "wrote this song about Tara and you don't want to confess how you feel?" she asked incredulously.

"Come on, it's not that obvious," you defended yourself and pointed at a line in the song. "See? Chad didn't exactly treat her bad, he just broke up with her."

"Yeah, sure, one line is going to convince everyone it isn't about Tara," Mindy added sarcastically and threw her arms up. "It's there for the dramatic effect, Y/N! Remember?"

"She got you there," Wes wasn't helping.

You picked up your guitar and began playing the tune you thought would work well with the song. "Listen, I think we got something good here," you tried to focus on the song itself. "Regardless of who it was written for," you muttered.

"You're kidding, right? A sad tune? You're making this a ballad? No way," Mindy went to her drums. "This needs more energy," judging by the tone of her voice she wasn't budging on this. Well, at least she was on board.

"We are totally adding 'Thanks for being a friend' to the lyrics," Amber teased and you just groaned and buried your face in your hands.

"Don't forget being a sucker for anything Tara does," Wes joined in, causing all three of them to laugh at you.

"You're the worst," you muttered, too embarrassed to look at them.

~X~

Over the next month and a half, you and Tara fell into a bit of a habit. The first two weeks she continued sobbing, and you'd ask her to hang out. The week after that she just complained and you still asked her to hang out. The past few weeks she rarely even mentioned Chad during your calls, but she still insisted you were friends.

Honestly, just the fact that she seemed to be moving on as weeks went by mended your own heart. Somewhere along the line, you found out you were fine with the way things were.

You walked her to her house, the backs of your hands occasionally brushing as you walked. The accidental touches became something both of you were comfortable with, as neither of you moved away from each other.

"You'll be performing tomorrow night, right?" Tara asked out of the blue.

You glanced at her and your eyes met. "Yeah. Are you going to come?" it wouldn't be the first time Tara would be in the crowd. Tara, Sam, Chad, Danny, Anika, and Liv were all supportive of your band, so they regularly came to your performances.

"You're not really asking that, are you? Of course, I'm going to come," she lightly jabbed your arm. "Besides, Mindy might have told me you guys have a new song you'll be performing for the first time in front of a crowd."

That little traitor.

With the way things were going between you and Tara, you were almost tempted to scrap the song, but the other three voted against it. "No pressure then, it's not like we haven't had a new song in almost four months now," what could you say, it was a bit of a drought period as far as creativity went.

Tara laughed and just for a moment you thought you saw something else in her eyes, something similar to the way you would so often look at her. "You'll do great," she offered a much-needed encouragement as the two of you stopped in front of her house.

"Guess this is it for tonight," you smiled at her.

"Mhm, I'm glad I was the one to ask you out tonight, as friends, of course," she took a step closer and tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. And then you froze when she got on her tiptoes and kissed your cheek. "Thank you, for always being there for me," somehow, this time she omitted the friend part.

"I," you cleared your throat. "did say I'd be here for you, didn't I?" you tried to brush it off as you usually did for months now.

The intensity of Tara's gaze captured all of your attention and for a moment you even considered leaning in. You didn't though, you weren't sure she felt the same, or that she actually moved on.

"I'll see you tomorrow night, then?" she asked, lowering her gaze to your lips before quickly looking away.

You noticed it, and you wondered if Tara could hear how loud your heart was drumming in your chest. "Y-yeah," you finally stepped back from her, and the tension you were trying so hard to ignore began fading.

~X~

Tara pretty much threw herself on her bed and buried her face in her pillow. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. What was wrong with her? Falling in love with you so quickly and almost out of nowhere. Especially when you so explicitly insisted on hanging out as friends. Perhaps you were insisting too hard to cover your own feelings? A girl could hope, right?

She turned her playlist on, hoping to find some peace in music. As if to spite her, the first song that played was Brian Fallon's You Have Stolen My Heart and she nearly chucked her phone into a wall. Groaning she turned around and tucked herself into a blanket. It was entirely your fault. With your charming smile and clumsy mixed signals, she could never entirely get a good read on them.

~X~

You were amazing on that improvised stage, just mesmerizing to watch and listen to and Tara found herself falling even harder. She also found herself ignoring Sam's teasing smile.

"Thank you, thank you! You are too kind! We'll wrap up the night with a premiere of our new song!" Wes yelled, hyping up the crowd.

"Let's hear an applause for Heartbreak Girl!" Mindy demanded, encouraging the crowd to interact with the four of you.

Tara was pulled to her feet by Anika and they both cheered. The name of the song, however, made Tara's heart skip a beat. Or was it the way you looked at her from the stage?

"You call me up, it's like a broken record, saying that your heart hurts. That you'll never get over him getting over you, and you end up crying. And I end up lying, 'cause I'm just a sucker for anything that you do," you sang, your eyes never leaving Tara's. It felt like there was no one else in the club but the two of you. But you weren't alone and Tara felt the awkward stares directed at the back of her head.

Did you actually write a song for her?

"And when then phone call finally ends, you say "Thanks for being a friend" and I'm going in circles again and again," now she had no doubt, that the song really was about her. She stopped cheering and just stood there, taking the lyrics in.

She saw you hesitating, probably since you noticed her reaction, and she just smiled. You smiled back and continued.

"I dedicate this song to you, the one who never sees the truth, that I can take away you hurt, Heartbreak girl. Hold you tight straight through the daylight, I'm right here, when you gonna realize that I'm your cure, Heartbreak girl?" did you...? Were you saying what she thought you were saying?

She wasn't reading this wrong, was she?

"I bite my tongue, but I wanna scream out, you could be with me now. But I end up telling you what you wanna hear, but you're not ready. And it's so frustrating, he treats you so bad and I'm so good to you, it's not fair," her heart skips a beat as you continue, quoting the promise to call you tomorrow at ten and once again singing the chorus.

"I know someday it's gonna happen, and you'll finally forget the day you met him. Sometimes I'm so close to confession, I gotta get it through your head, that you belong with me instead," the look in your eyes, the eyes that told her 'This is it, I can't take it back now' it vanquished any doubt she may have had about how you felt.

She just wondered how long you felt that way about her without saying anything? Definitely before you first asked her to hang out as friends, but how long before that?

~X~

The moment you ended the song and without any idea where the sudden boldness was coming from you jumped down from the stage and went over to Tara. You took a few deep breaths as you closed the distance and offered her your hand, the guitar still in your other hand.

Yeah, you didn't quite think that through.

Tara raised an eyebrow, clearly looking at the guitar, but then shrugged and took your hand.

"Uh, what now?" you asked sheepishly.

"Isn't that something you were supposed to figure out? Before you jumped down and came over?" she gave you a cheeky, teasing smile.

"I didn't think I'd get this far," you admitted, causing Tara to laugh.

"Just go behind the stage dumbass!" Mindy yelled, with the microphone still on. "And leave the guitar there while you're at it!"

You lowered your head and winced, trying to hide the blush on your face. Tara wasn't doing much better as she quickly pulled you behind the stage to escape the teasing.

You packed the guitar as both of you took time to compose yourself and catch a breath. "I really didn't think this through, did I?" you asked.

"No," Tara sat down on the chair near you. "You really didn't," she was fiddling with the loose thread on her shirt.

"I meant it, the song. Well, at least when I wrote it a month and a half ago," you decided to just be honest with her.

Tara raised her head to look at you, you could see hopefulness and uncertainty in her gaze. "What changed?"

You approached and sat down next to her. "I don't think you are still heartbroken," you took her hand.

Tara smiled. "I'm not. I'm in love with a clumsy musician that sucks at flirting," she leaned closer to you.

"Hey, it worked," you closed the distance, capturing her lips in a soft, gentle kiss.

"Mhm, how about we go on a proper date then?" she asked when the kiss ended and you couldn't think of any better idea.

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x gn!reader #scream #no ghostface au #band au #jenna ortega x reader

[lvrhughes]

Do You Know How Hard I Tried? | Cole Caufield

word count: 1.1k

pairing: Cole Caufield x gn!reader (??)

warnings: angst, no happy ending, swearing,

summary: It was never a good idea, yet somehow that was never truly the issue.

requested: Yes

i do not know how much sense this makes so bear with me, anyways pt.2 is here

not my gif!

It was a bad idea, anyone could see it.

The friends with benefits situation never worked, yet it was. Nothing had changed yet, simple rules in place keeping the peace. 

“Hey, mon amour.” Cole voice first to greet you, walking into the familiar arena, seeing the other players getting skates on. 

“Hi, Coley.” Sitting beside him on the bench, his arm wrapping your shoulders. “Missed me?” the teasing tone earning a small shove from the boy. 

“I don’t see why you guys aren’t dating, you’re basically already a couple.” One of the other habs player’s voice could be heard, the feeling of panic washing over you. Had Cole told them? Could he tell you wanted more? Was it obvious? 

“Shut up.” Cole’s arm removing itself from your shoulder before he continued, “I don’t want a relationship besides, no falling in love rule” 

A few confused stares and one question got Cole to spill, “You guys made a rule to.. Not fall in love with your best friend?”

Cole's explanation short, leaving out the benefits part. Earning a few uninterested nods from the team, pecking your cheek before running out to the ice. Leaving you to go to the stands, sitting to watch practice. 

It was a short practice, the game coming up later in the night, leaving you to wait for Cole to come out. First out as per usual, leading you out of the arena. 

“You coming tonight?” His voice hopeful, like always when he asks.

“Of course, how could I not? Now, you coming over?” 

His presence was enough to set your body on fire, his touch electrifying. His spot beside you on your couch, his tigh just touching yours. His next movements rushed, grabbing his bags in an instant. 

“Shit! I’m late!” the panic clear in his voice, trying to calm him before he ran out the door, saying a short bye and ‘see you at the game’. 

It wasn’t long before the game, the time passing fast. Entering the arena through a unknown side door, a little trick learned from Cole. Slipping in easily, walking your way to the hallway to see Cole, his figure leaned against the wall waiting. 

“Mon amour!” He practically cheered, rushing over to you for a hug, lifting you up slightly. 

“Hi Coley, missed me?” the teasing tone earning a scoff and a very sarcastic

 “No, never.”

“Sure, sure Caufield.”

His name called shortly after, being pulled away to play, not before pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. His disappearance leaving  you to claim your seat by the bench, the view of the team perfect. You could see the smile on his face as the team came out, skating a lap past you, winking as he passed earning an eye roll. 

To say the game went bad would be an understatement, the team had the worst loss of the season. Cole took  more penalty minutes than ever, too many players got injured, and of course a fight full of harmful chirps. 

Cole’s demeanor was completely different coming out, his stance not sad but not happy. His walk fast, pushing his way over to where you were in the hall. 

“Why’re you still here?” the tone harsh, setting you back a minute.

“Cole, I always wait for you, we always go home together.” 

His eyebrows raised at your declaration, earning a confused look from you. 

“Why would I want to see you right now, you’re the cause of this!” his tone was venomous, the words cutting deep. 

“What?” you could feel the tears clouding your eyes, his glare still hard.

“You, you’re the problem. If they didn’t see you they would’ve have anything against me.” 

“Who’s they, Cole?” 

“The other team! Chirping me for my partner blah blah how you’re so clingy, how you probably slept with half the team. If they hadn’t I could’ve kept it, I could’ve won!” 

The words striking hard, taking a minute to pause, almost physically stumbling at the words. His eyes never softening, His teammates slowly flooding around or through. 

“You’re mad, because I love you? I'm not even yours! Cole what the fuck, you’re mad at me because you couldn’t calm down over some chirps, they weren’t even about you, were you ever going to tell me?” 

“No, why did it matter? I just want you gone.” 

“Fuck you, Cole Caufield.” The players walking past froze at the scene, entranced in a way they couldn’t look away. A single tear falling down before you could tear, the arms of the team's captain quickly pulling you off track and into him.

His hand rubbing circles on your back, letting you sob while he whispered comforting words. Gently leading you into the locker room, kicking everyone else out. Sitting with you on his lap, the muffled sweet words never stopping.

“Is it bad I still want him?” That was the first question, he looked down at you, his eyes soft, the opposite of Cole’s.

“No, you love him and he loves you, he’s just being so fucking stupid right now.” There was slight comfort from Nick’s words, his gentle motions and calming tone ensuring it would all be okay. 

“I think I should go see him.” 

“Just be careful, he’s too angry to see straight right now, he thinks the loss was his fault. Because he took all the penalty minutes, because the other team chose him to chirp at.”

“I know, I’ll be okay Nick, I’m strong.” His slight chuckle at the words earning one from you too, leaning against him once more. 

“I know you’re strong, I just need to make sure you’ll be okay.” 

It wasn’t hard to find Cole, slouched on the hallway floor, his head in his hands, his hair a mess from running his hands through it so much. 

“Cole?” It was barely above a whisper yet he heard it, his head perking up at the sound. 

“Amour.” His tone was breathy, like a plea. “What’re you still doing here?” Quickly standing up to stand before you.

“We need to talk.” It wasn’t a question, more of a statement, he had no choice this time.

“What? No we don’t, you need to go.” His tone immediately defensive, pushing you away.

“No, this isn’t fair to me Cole!” 

“Why are you still here then! It’s like you're in love with me, god, you're like a lost puppy!” the emotions clearly still there, voices rising quickly. 

"Do you know how hard I tried? For years? I tried so damn hard not to fall in love with you and I'm still here." 

The words stunning Cole, his movement halted, his breathing stopped, the words sinking in. 

“Shit.” It was the only thing he could say, watching your figure walk away. “Amour, come back, fuck, I’m so sorry!” the pleas, useless, never stopping to hear them.

#mads writings! #cole caufield x reader #cole caufield imagine #cole caufield #nhl imagine #nhl one shot #nhl x reader #montreal canadiens #habs #montreal canadien imagine #canadiens

[sgstories123]

Ignorance is Bliss

“The girls seem to be having lots of fun. It was a good idea to come to Phuket during our semester break. Right, bro?” Wee Kiat asked Bryan, as they sat by the hotel poolside bar having their drinks. They had been watching their girlfriends, Cassandra and Val, playing with a large ball in the hotel pool. Bryan responded by raising his glass of mojito to his lips, “Yup. The girls are happy. We are happy.”

His girlfriend, Cassandra was in a white bikini, which contrasted well with her bronze skin. The bikini seems to make her average boobs seemed much bigger. It showed more skin and its cutting made her cleavage more obvious. Bryan was pleased to see so many pairs of eyes ogling at her. It made him proud that he had such a sexy and desirable girlfriend.

But he was really attracted to Val instead. Val was Wee Kiat’s girlfriend. Unlike the three of them who were in Business school, she was from Engineering school. She took an Economics elective and ended up in their class. His best friend in the university, Wee Kiat, paired up with her for an assignment and within a couple of weeks, started dating. It worked well for Bryan because now that Wee Kiat had found himself a girlfriend, they could go out on double dates. Bryan had always felt a little guilty when he had to split his time between his girlfriend and his best friend.

Bryan had always thought Val was a little plain. She seemed to be always wearing a tee-shirt and jeans. No dresses, nothing sexy, lacy or colourful. It was all very Plain Jane. Val had been hesitant about coming to Phuket with them. She made an excuse that she had several assignments to complete during the break but Cassandra managed to coax out of her that the real reason was that she did not have any swimwear. The two girls went shopping and Cassandra had selected a nice, luminous lime green bikini for Val. It was a little more conservative than Cassandra’s but it did show that beneath her usual dressing, Val had a very nice body. Her breasts were not large but she had a slim waist and a full ass. Put together, her body curves were good.

“Bro, you are one lucky guy to have Cassandra as your girlfriend. Look at all the guys staring at her.” Wee Kiat said enviously.

“Val is pretty too, Wee Kiat.” Bryan consoled his friend, giving him a friendly punch on his shoulder.

“Nah. Look at those breasts. They are huge when compared to Val’s. You must enjoy sucking them.” Wee Kiat turned to look at Bryan. “Have you ever breast fuck her?”

“Not my thing, lah.” Bryan laughed. “I prefer doggy-style, with her breasts all swaying about when I am fucking her.”

“Fuck, lah. You don’t know what you are missing. Val also like doggy, and missionary. Basically, she just wants to lie there and let me do all the work. Damn tiring.” Wee Kiat put down his drink.

“Then maybe we should switch partners.” Bryan joked, watching Wee Kiat carefully. But Wee Kiat did not seem to hear him, his gaze still out towards the girls.

A few hours later, they were in a nearby restaurant, eating a delicious seafood dinner. There had grilled prawns, black pepper crabs, sambal stingray, mussels and sotong. Food was so much cheaper here compared to Singapore. They also had plenty of cheap beer.

When they returned to the hotel, it was almost 10 pm. The boys decided to go for another round of drinks at the hotel bar. When they return to Singapore the next day, alcohol would be a luxury item. The girls were tired and decided to go back to their rooms.

Wee Kiat seemed to be in a good mood. He downed several mugs of beer before changing to cocktails. He was sharing many jokes and stories with Bryan, as they laughed over their drinks. By 2 am, the bar thinned out and Wee Kiat seemed to be drunk. He was much more quiet, his body hunched on the bar counter.

“Let’s go, Wee Kiat.” Bryan pulled Wee Kiat up. Bryan slumped Wee Kiat’s arms around his shoulders while holding on to Wee Kiat’s waist. They made small, unsteady steps towards their rooms. When they reached Wee Kiat’s hotel room, Bryan realised that he would need to rummage in Wee Kiat’s pocket to get the card key. Bryan did not want to set Wee Kiat down at the corridor as it would be too difficult to get him up again. Neither did he want to wake up Val as that might make things difficult for Wee Kiat later on. He decided to bring Wee Kiat into his room instead.

They moved one door down along the corridor to his room and he fished out his card key from his pocket. The door opened quietly and Bryan set Wee Kiat down on the sofa. In the dark, Bryan could just make out Cassandra’s silhouette. She was sleeping soundly. Bryan went through Wee Kiat’s pocket and found the hotel card key. A thought flashed through his mind. He looked at Cassandra and Wee Kiat again. Both of them seemed to be fast asleep. He lifted Wee Kiat’s legs onto the sofa, in a more comfortable position for sleeping. Wordlessly, he left the room with Wee Kiat’s card key in his hand.

Bryan entered Wee Kiat’s room quietly. It had the same design as his room, a double bed, a dressing table and a sofa. He walked over to Val who was sleeping on her side, her facing towards the door. She was dressed in a t-shirt and a FBT shorts. She had a slight pout on her face, which made her even sexier. Without another word, Bryan took off his clothes and got onto the bed. He slowly removed her t-shirt, without waking Val up. She was not wearing any bra and her breasts were now fully exposed. He grabbed them, squeezing them gently. Val moaned softly in response. He licked her nipples, flicking them with his tongue till he got them hardened.

“Mmm.” Val seemed to be waking up. He turned Val over, to face the windows, away from him. He hugged her from behind, still playing with her boobs and nipples with one hand while the other slipped into her FBT shorts. She was not wearing any panties either. Bryan was surprised that this Plain Jane was way more sexier than he had thought. His fingers fought through the pubic hair before arriving at her entrance. She was already wet. His fingers slid in easily through the lubricated walls. It was tight. He could feel her walls pressing against his fingers. He inserted another finger in, fingering her with increased pace. He was not sure if Val was fully awake but she was responding to him with moans that grew louder and more frequent. Bryan knew Val was near to orgasm. Her vaginal walls were clamming against his fingers and her ass was pushing back against his hard cock.

With a loud moan and a full body shudder, Val came. Bryan hugged her tight, his hands covered in her juices. He moved his head towards her, taking in her smells. Gosh, she smells nice. He gave her a kiss on her neck.

“That was so nice, Wee Kiat.” Val whimpered.

Bryan sensed that Val was going to turn around. He quickly pulled down her FBT shorts and guided his cock into her. He plunged in deep and hard, as he wanted to distract her with pleasure. It worked. Val moaned in pleasure, her body frozen with the unexpected invasion of Bryan’s cock. She clutched tightly at the bedsheets as Bryan started pumping her sideways mercilessly, in a spoon position. Then Bryan remembered that Val likes the doggy position as well. He withdrew his cock and turned her over, before plunging his cock from behind. Val screamed loudly. As Bryan banged her hard from behind, she panted with pleasure, trying to catch her breath. Bryan leaned forwards, kissing her neck and squeezing her breasts as their bodies rubbed against each other.

Val moaned louder and louder. With another shudder, she orgasmed again, her body arching backwards as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Her arms now weak, she slumped forwards onto her bed, her eyes shut with exhaustion.

Bryan turned her over. He spread her legs and insert his hard cock into her for the finale. He leaned down on her, squeezing her breasts and kissing her, as he got into the missionary position. As he rubbed himself against her, his cock sliding in and out of her vagina, Val started moaning again. She held his head, kissing Bryan deeply. Noting something amiss, her eye flew open.

“Wait. You are not Wee Kiat.” Val was confused. “You are Bryan. Stop. You can’t do this.”

Bryan did not answer her. He was so close to cumming. He kissed her roughly, drowning her protests while he thrusted deeper and faster into her. With one final plunge, he spilled his seed into her, washing her womb clean. He laid on top of Val, exhausted.

Val took the opportunity to quickly push Bryan off her, pulling the blanket to cover her body, in a desperate need for modesty.

“You should not have done this, Bryan. This is so wrong.” Val spoke softly as she finally realised what had happened.

“Look. You enjoyed it, didn’t you?” Bryan replied as he got up to put on his clothes.

“I did not know it was you. I thought you were Wee Kiat.” Val countered, her eyes red.

“Ignorance is bliss. If you did not know it was me, it was okay, right? You had enjoyed it, right? So, let’s pretend that you did not know and you thought it was Wee Kiat. Then everyone is happy.” Bryan offered his solution.

“Where’s Wee Kiat?” Val asked.

“He is sound asleep in my room. I will go get him now. Remember. Ignorance is bliss. Don’t need to let him know.” Bryan smiled before leaving the room.

Bryan opened the door to his hotel room quietly. As he entered, he was greeted by familiar sounds of moaning. He could just make out a silhouette of Cassandra squatting in front of a standing Wee Kiat, rubbing her breasts against his hard cock. Bryan cursed himself. He did not want to see this. He reminded himself. Ignorance is bliss.

[luvvvivii]

hi lovey!!

could you write a imagine of reader who is scared of cats so when Minho takes her to a cat cafe for a date she wants to back out but he basically makes her see they aren't so scary after all

if you write it could you tag me pls so I could see it?

hope you're doing good :)

a cat's surprise — l.mh

pairing - minho x gn!reader

genre - fluff, imagine

wc - 917

warnings - not proofread (get used to this), dear used as pet name, reader is scared of cats, probably inaccurate ways of befriending a cat but it's okay

a/n - hii, thank u for requesting! it shld notify u when I answer it but I'll tag just in case, hope u enjoy!! @jinnie-ret

synopsis - going to a cat cafe as a date with your boyfriend was not something you thought you'd ever do

"c'mon dear, they're not that bad." your boyfriend almost pleaded with you, his face pouting slightly.

"no minho. I will not be going to that cat cafe. end of. you know how much cats scare me!" you sighed — as much as you'd like to go with him, you could already imagine those small, ferocious beasts lingering around.

"I promise you yn, they won't hurt you. just come along, I'll pay for everything you buy? plus, if any of the cats hurt you in any way, I'll give you twenty bucks each time."

and so, that was how you arrived at your current predicament. slowly putting your shoes on to go on a date with lee minho to the cat cafe. you wondered how on earth you'd be able to survive, especially with so many cats all over the cafe. at least I get some cash, you had thought to yourself.

the walk to the cafe was an agitating one, you had no clue how you'd stay sane. whenever you saw a cat — no matter how close or far away — you would always go crazy. minho sensed your panic, and so he held your hand with a squeeze, shooting you a small smile of reassurance. it warmed your heart, so you took a mental note to do something nice for him later as well.

sooner or later, you both arrived at the cat cafe. even from the outside, you could see the cats frolicking around and mingling with the guests. you shivered. "are you sure nothing's going to happen to me?"

"one hundred percent, yn. now should we go in?" minho stretched out his hand for you to take, in which you gladly accepted with a giggle. being alongside your lover gave you a huge sense of comfort, so you brushed off the nerves and took in a deep breath.

the bells jingled above you as the door opened, acknowledging your presence to the staff. suddenly, all cat eyes were on you, and you felt your breath hitch. it's alright yn, they won't do anything. minho's here as well! you tried to calm yourself down, but it was not working like how you'd like. minho — as always — understood your fear, and so waited patiently before you continued to walk in. once you collected yourself together, you quickly walked over to a table and sat down, eyeing around to make sure no cats were hiding. minho chuckled at your antics and soon opened the menu to begin ordering.

your food had arrived, and so far, no cat had come in any proximity to you. of course, being the cat magnet, minho did have a few encounters. but none ever ventured over to where you were sitting. and rightfully so. eventually, you started to like the place a bit more. the decorations were very much up to your standards, and their sweet treats were absolute perfection in your eyes!

just as you were about to leave, a small, tabby cat slowly approached your feet. what would you do? you couldn't scream, of course not. not only would that be embarrassing, you'd cause a ruckus in the cafe, and nobody would want that. so you did the next best thing. you froze right in place. it was so abrupt, even minho — who had gotten used to your behavior around cats — was caught by surprise.

"hm, quick question dear. since you've done so well being around cats, why don't I teach you how to become friendly with them?" the idea baffled you. he could see what position you were in, yet still continued as normal? although you had to admit, you have come so far out of your comfort zone already, why not take the final big step? slowly, you nodded. minho smiled wider than ever, and soon crouched down to start your lesson.

"first things first, get into the position I'm in. nothing too serious literally just crouch down. then, slowly bring out your hand to their face. don't point it down towards them, that's seen as a threat." you hesitantly obeyed him and eventually carried out everything he told you to. soon enough, the cat slowly but surely walked over and sniffed your hand. then, rubbed his cheeks against your hand. you felt as if you were about to collapse, but stayed strong to show you could do this.

"perfect! he loves you already. now, I'm pretty sure you can pet him. go ahead and try for me." you did exactly so. and just as minho had said, the cat did nothing but succumb to your touch. you almost cried at how soft he was being toward you. you saw out of the corner of your eye the way minho looked at you with pride. he had always known about your undying fear of the small animals, and seeing you slowly come over that fear — especially one about something he was so fond of himself — lifted a slight worry off his shoulders. "at least they can meet soonie, doongie, and dori without trouble." he chuckled to himself. unfortunately, it was soon time for you to leave. with a bit of hesitancy, you followed minho out of the cafe and walked back home.

that night, you slept with surprising ease. it lifted your spirits to know that you were no longer absolutely terrified of cats. of course, it would take a while to completely get over the fear. but as of now, you were making perfect progress, especially in minho's eyes.

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#lee minho #leeknow #leeknow x reader #lee know #minho #minho x reader #skz minho #skz #stray kids #skz x reader #minho fluff #minho imagine #leeknow fluff #leeknow imagine #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff

[operationslipperypuppet]

out of all the broken trios, Jolene/Marabelle/Cobb is a little bit the most interesting.

to start, they're basically the second one introduced overall. they establish that Alanis/Thiala/Ulfgar is the beginning of a pattern, not an isolated incident.

second - we know the most about them the fastest. while it takes a while to build to backstory as to the why and how other heroes separated, Cobb explains what happened to his adventuring party the first time he's asked. they are also visited in narrative flashbacks more often than any other trio, iirc. we get to see Jolene fighting alongside her daughter in the endgame, saving the One Hells. Cobb is basically a member of the Boobs for two entire arcs, and comes back at the end for a bit. we see the most from them when it comes to fights and supporting new heroes.

third - their reconciliation is poignant and immediate. but it's also possible. Aryox is long gone, and Telaine likely wouldn't have heard him out. Thiala was a fascist, Alanis will never forgive her (nor should she). there is reconciliation possible and that happens for other trios, but not in the same way. when Cobb leans down it's because he's already forgiven Marabelle's mistake. Moonshine knows she can pretend to be Jolene because Jolene, too, would immediately forgive her sister. and when the context is explained to Jolene, all the ill will she ever had for her sister (which was likely low at that point) washed away.

fourth - Cobb and Jolene clearly and without exception remain a duo, friends, together, even without the third member of their party. Marabelle's assumed betrayal hurts them, certainly, but it does not have a long-term effect on their friendship. we don't exactly see independent duos with the other broken trios. not from the outset. when Jolene takes her place as the MeeMaw, Cobb remains. he's a stalwart defender of the Crick. there's nothing anyone could say to get me to believe he wasn't sent to Galaderon on Jolene's request, as he does in the later episodes when he travels to Irondeep and helps the Goo Gone Gang. he's an institution at the Crick, he makes the best fireworks shows (non-magical) and is someone everyone knows and cares about, in a place where someone he could have avoided due to baggage is in charge. but they don't really let the issues break apart their friendship. not that we can see.

and finally - it's the one that, now, we see as the most broken. Jolene was always going to outlive Cobb. it just happened tragically, and likely sooner than she expected. when we return to the Crick in campaign 3, an argument could have been made (by me, to me, at least) that Cobb was out on a scouting mission, and that Murph did backflips to get the Boobs to leave him behind in C1, so why would he tempt them with him again (this is a joke, to be clear). but that's not the case. he's gone, and Jolene is alone. the only member of her party to remain. Alanis let the breakup of her adventuring party crumble her: she meddled with the world for centuries, trying to right her wrongs; she’s still doing work to make sure Thiala’s actions don’t destroy the world and she may never be finished. Jolene would never fall into that path. she keeps working toward the advancement and protection of her community, even when it's threatened. she stays the defender of the Crick that she always was, the woman we know as an audience. she won't rain arrows down from her towers, she will always shine a light.

broken trios break the people in them. we have seen most of the other broken trios as shattered parts of the whole, where the individuals, even if they come back together, continue to show the baggage of their break. Cobb, Marabelle, and Jolene are the exception to that second half of the rule. and a little bit that’s because of the Crick and how they were raised and continue to live, but it’s also about who they are as people and how they (Cobb and Jolene) seemingly actively chose to not let what happened ruin that.

and if you were to ask me? the band of boobs will follow their path, especially given that hardwon is on his way back to them.

#naddpod #not another dnd podcast #bahumia #jolene cybin #marabelle cybin #ol cobb #ba2mia #I’ve waffled on posting this for hours bc it’s not a fully fleshed out thought but fuck it fine

[vargskelegore]

heyy im here with a request for shuri ^__^ how do you think being roommates with her would work? id love to see slow burn, angst, maybe a lil jealousy (nsfw maybe?), and fluff <3 thank you!

oh my god i think it’d be all over the place??? theres a lot of things that could happen, so here is what i think. (also.. all of this is fluff-- with implied sexual stuff. also black reader. forever and always.) this is also illiterate headcanons, meaning it’s not written in the way i write my fics with bulletpoints, its just thoughts i have and i write them down.

literally the reason why you don’t have shuri as your roommate in any of my fics is BECAUSE it would be so dramatic.

i like to think it’s a dream in theory but like pair that with all the other shit, and it would be a bit of a shit show. but in a good way. kinda.

y’all spend so much time decorating the dorm room tbh. lots of records that you and shuri picked up at the local mom & pop record shop.

i also like to think that shuri designed some stupid app for y’all to use to alert each other on dorm room things.

it’s nothing big to her, but to you it means a lot bc it shows she cares about how you two function as roommates.

basically a whole honeymoon phase when you two are first becoming roommates because y’all were already friends

but of course,,,, that kinda ends.

you two had a routine of who did what in terms of “chores”

usually shuri washed your clothes for you. you genuinely never asked her to do it, but she always did it because she was sweet like that.

for her, you would clean up the room.

it’s a healthy balance, and considering y’all are friends, it’s not awkward at all.

you two also eat lunch and dinner together all the time, and usually one of you pays for lunch, the other pays for dinner.

this only became a thing because you hated shuri paying for meals all the time, and so she thought it’d be a better idea for there to be equal playing.

so yeah, y’all live in peace and harmony for a while!

until she’s starting to get comfortable around other people on campus

you can’t blame her bc you literally were the one to give her advice on feeling comfortable around everyone

and since she’s known for being a princess, it’s expected to get attention from people.

but she definitely starts enjoying this attention

don’t get me wrong, she’s humble

but now she’s comfortable with... other girls.

you weren’t worried about guys, honestly.

guys were like. always shut down by her to begin with

or they just saw her as “one of the boys” (a cringe term, but a truthful one)

but because shuri was incredibly attractive, carried herself in a masculine way but knew how to be respectful to women because she is one

all of the girls are falling head over heels for her.

shuri is lowkey oblivious to this too.

like, one time you had dinner alone, some cheap chinese food on fry street or whatever,

you had told shuri but she didn’t even respond. kinda hurt too because y’all loved getting chinese food from this spot on friday nights.

so you’re back at the dorm, probably watching pose on your bed (it’s a very angsty show.. makes sense on why you would watch it.)

eating the chinese food.

and here comes shuri coming back into your dorm with a girl.

yes, you heard me,

a mfkn girl.

now y’all aren’t officially together so you couldn’t say shit but at the same time it’s like, mf you always text me back whenever i tell you plans????? why didn’t you do it this time???

she’s looking at you like ‘oh shit’

and you’re like

“yeah u done goofed, alright.”

and this girl she done brought to y’alls dorm is talkin bout some

“uh.. you didn’t tell me your roommate would be here.. your roommate is a majorette?”

so now this girl has a bone to pick with you as a majorette??? girl huh???

“uh, yeah. i hope that’s not a problem.. i just thought we could watch a movie or something.” shuri is freaking out like craaazy in her head

“..nah, that’s cool. text me later, shuri.” before you know it, that girl was GONE.

the silence between you and shuri is mad awkward now

literally you gotta be the first one to speak

“my text message wasn’t good enough to reply to?” your tone? bitter as hell.

shuri is cringing now bc she KNEW you were gonna bring that up.

“i swear my phone died. i was at a party.” oh shes going to PARTIES without YOU, now???? psh thats CRAZY

because you’re known for usually going to a house party but this time you wanted to chill at the dorm.

“a party, huh? you didn’t ask if i was gonna go?”

“you usually go, so i didn’t think to ask.”

“so now you just assuming?”

the way you two are responding to each other so quickly now is unreal. that’s how you know some shit is going down.

“i don’t see why it matters so much, i want to experience college life too.”

dammit, she has a point.

all you can do is stare at her.

“look, i’m here now, we can just watch whatever-”

“nah, too late now. i’m going to bed.” petty ass reader, you. you want her to KNOW you’re heartbroken 😭

shuri isn’t budging anymore. she can clearly see you don’t want to engage in conversation anymore.

you turn your laptop off, and don’t even bother plugging it in because you’re just so mad.

you turn off that lamp on your side of the room, and you pull them covers over you mad hard and turn around so she can’t see you.

mind you, she’s watching you do all of this.

it’s about twenty minutes of silence. you’re awake during all of this.

now theres some extra weight on your bed.

can you guess what it is?

hint, it’s shuri climbing into your bed to come cuddle you.

“look, i know i fucked up. usually i don’t mess up and not respond like this. i guess i’m just desperate to fit in, especially since this culture is so much different than mine. i want to experience it.” shes whispering in your ear now.

she stops talking for a moment to see if you’ll say anything, but you stay silent to keep pretending that you’re asleep. you can hear her lightly breathing, and god, does it send shivers down your spine.

“i guess i screwed over the person who showed me all of this stuff in the first place. i enjoy being roommates with you, your company is amazing and i wouldn’t want it any other way.”

you hear her stop for a moment, and her breathing stops with it. now she’s choosing her next words carefully.

“i know you’re awake. you don’t have to say anything, but just know, i really appreciate you.”

smooch.

this girl fr kissed your cheek.

now you can sleep in peace.

...

do you see why being roommates with her would be absolutely dramatic, now?

#shuri #shuri udaku #shuri udaku x reader #shuri x reader #shuri x black!reader #hbcu!shuri #black reader #headcanons #headcanon #sam answers asks #sam is obsessed with shuri #princess shuri

[hooked-on-elvis]

MY EYES... MY TEARY EYES! 🥹

ABOUT ELVIS AND GLADYS' BOND. ♥

"Watching the snow reminded me of Elvis' mother. She used to say that if snowed in Memphis when Elvis was gone, she always went outside and gathered up enough in a pan to make snowballs for Elvis to see when he came back. She put them in the freezer of the refrigerator to keep. Elvis loved to see it snow at Graceland." Excerpts from "Elvis: This One's For You" by Arlene Cogan.

No wonder why EP missed his mother dearly. There's many types of moms but the Gladys type of mommy is a true blessing - the ones which heart's that almost burst while trying to make you feel their love for you. It's almost a physical need to pour love in their children every way they can. Towards their children, they have all love languages at once: words of encouragement, sound advice, physical touch/cuddles, actions… It's suffocating, but in a wonderful way. Gladys Love Presley was the sweetest mom anyone could wish for. EP was fortunate in many ways - starting from his family - but what a misfortune was to lose Gladys so early in his life. Love is a dangerous splendid thing anyway. It's best to have it and lose it than never being touched by it. Gladys' love for her son was bigger than life anyway. ♥ -- Note: The excerpt from that book reminded me this footage below, where Gladys is playing with the snow with Vernon (C. January, 1958). There's also another book that mentions her saving some snow so that Elvis could see it later when he came back home (i don't remember what book, unfortunately, but I've read this before).

Above, pictures takes in 1957, during "Loving You" movie production. Gladys actually appears on the big screen for a few seconds in this Presley early movie. EP dances next to her while singing "Got A Lot O' Livin' To Do" by the end of the movie… It's so cute!

Photo 5-13: March 23-24th, 1958

Elvis was about to be inducted in the US Army. The photos showing the Presley's alone were taken March 23rd, a day before Elvis' army induction day. On the actual induction day, on March 24th (pictures 11-13), there's footage where EP's hopping a bus together with other fellow guys, heading to the army camp to the beginning of the basic trainning and his 2-year epic journey as Private Presley in the U.S. Army. Gladys was visibly shaken and heartbroken to see her beloved son go away and the reason why. Some family members and friends said Gladys was terrified thinking about the horrors of World War II that she seriously feared for Elvis' life and well-being as a soldier. She never got over it, even though Elvis and everybody else tried to convince her nothing was going to happen, after all they were living at the Cold War period, therefore there wasn't reasonable reasons in being anxiously alarmed. Nothing seemed to comfort Gladys. We know she sadly passed away on August, 1958, a few months after Elvis was inducted in the army. Years later, EP would say to one of his intimate acquaintances "my mommy really worried to death." It's so sad... in a poetic way. IDK what I'm talking about right now… It's like she couldn't live without her little boy, literally. Gladys was so close to her son! The reciprocity is true. She was the only person EP trusted blindfolded, with all his heart, body, mind and soul. Gladys only had the best intentions for her son. She didn't care about the money or fame. She actually asked him many time if it wouldn't be better/safer if he gave up his career and just became a business man, a owner of some local company in Memphis/TN, got married, had his own family, and lived a nice, calm, Southern life. EP used to get upset with that "nonsense" talk, because he loved his career greatly and everything was working out just fine for him... he was in love with his music and his fans. He was born to be the King of Rock and Roll and he worked very hard for it every single day. It wasn't right to chicken up. He wouldn't give it up his career, even for his beloved mommy. Yet, Gladys couldn't help herself but to worry something bad could happen if she was not by his side 24/7. A typical loving mom behavior. Even when she acted overprotective like that and drove Elvis insane sometimes, it was all out of the purest heavenly true love... and he knew it.

Although she was uneasy most of the time, thinking about Elvis' well being, the constant travelling on the road all the time, having tabloids badmouthing him, a portion of American society threatening to put him in jail, crazy passionate fans scratching the hell out of him, trying to touch him to the point they'd tear his clothes off his body, even so Gladys supported Elvis' career and was by his side whatever he decided to do. He knew how blessed he was having her for his mother, and Elvis did his best to protect his mommy's heart - even by hiding some of the bad happenings in his life from her. He wouldn't let anything break her heart... even himself.

Yet, so soon the day came when she was gone. Elvis never ceased missing his mommy.

Shantay Perrish, a dedicated fan shared the following story: "We arrived about 7:00 pm that following evening and were shocked to see Elvis leaving on his Harley with a blue flower arrangement strapped to the rear. I quickly went to the guard house shack and asked Harold Lloyd, "Is that who I think it was?" Harold said, "Yes that was Elvis, but don't follow him." We waited there and he returned to Graceland within the hour. Earlier that day we had gone to pay our respect to his mother at Forest Hill, never thinking of Elvis possibly showing up. The next morning we again went to Forest Hill Cemetery and there on Gladys grave was the arrangement of blue flowers we had seen the night before on the motorcycle. Elvis had been to visit his mother in a quiet personal moment."

Photos and excerpt from the book "Elvis Behind the Image."

This event possibly took place circa August 11th, 1977. A few days before Elvis Presley sadly passed away on August 16th. The photo 1 shows Elvis leaving Graceland that day and the photo 2 is Gladys' grave site with the blue flower arrangement he placed there for his mommy for one last time. Elvis assured to send flowers there often over the years since Gladys' passing, but this time he delivered it there himself. Isn't intriguing, to say the least?

Oh, mama liked the roses but most of all she cared About the way we learned to live And if we said our prayers Oh, mama liked the roses in such a special way We bring them every Mother's Day And put them on her grave Oh, mama liked the roses Mmmm Mama liked the roses

In loving memory of Gladys Love Presley ♥

#gladys presley #mom love #elvis presley #elvis #elvis the king #50s elvis #ep #army elvis #privatepresley #elvis fandom #elvis fans #Youtube

[mailjeevasfan]

hi! love your work <3 can i request some headcanons about living with matt and mello (together) it can me romantic or platonic, i dont mind either way ! tysm :)

that pic came out so low quality for some reason

thank you so much :’) i tried to do a mix and include a little bit of romance for each but i’d say it’s mainly general/platonic. i reaaaaally self indulged here

-matt and mello x gn! reader

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living with matt and mello hcs ❦

matt

-messy asf. he doesn’t do it on purpose but he’s just so unorganised and has a messy room and just causes chaos wherever he walks. that being said, he does know where everything is which pisses mello off SO MUCH. mello also routinely berates him for his mess

‘matt, what the hell is this on the counter?’

‘umm… the end of a cigarette?’

‘WE HAVE FUCKING ASHTRAYS FOR A REASON.’

-he is probably the one who is at home the most. he doesn’t like going outside, he just sits in and plays video games or watches tv. he only does anything productive if he reaaally has to

-that being said, you have to drag him out sometimes to avoid him getting too depressed from just sitting doing nothing for days. if you can’t motivate him then mello will gladly accept the challenge and come through without fail.

-matt is deeply appreciative of how thoughtful you and mello are, as roommates but also as friends. how well you know him, how easy it is for you to see what he needs when he’s at his lowest. once, (probably when he was drunk) and falling asleep on your chest, he expressed this out loud for the first time and you almost wanted to sob at his words. he comes off as someone who’s always so casual and sometimes maybe even awkward, so hearing this was a shock but a good one.

-if matt isn’t sleeping or sitting on the couch playing video games, he is probably lying on the floor or just doing weird shit. i can imagine mello coming home and just seeing matt doing a handstand against the wall, watching something (5 minute crafts) on his phone on the floor.

-dyes his hair often and changes up his look very frequently, so very often you find yourself following the smell of cigarettes only to the open bathroom door and find matt looking like patrick bateman due to him washing off his hair dye in the sink (cigarette still lit in his mouth, it’s basically a party trick at this point)

-whenever you have to go out he drags you back to bed and holds you as tight as he can with a smirk on his face

-whether you’re a smoker or not, you often light his cigarettes for him and it ends up being a much more intimate gesture than you anticipated. mello tells you to get a room

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mello

-he’s out of the house the most between the three of you but that’s kind of a given. lots of work to do you know being in the mafia and all, that kind of casual stuff…

-idk where i’m going with this or how to even explain it any more, but he always makes a conscious effort to keep alcohol in the house at all times like he is always just coming home with a bottle of something

-has lots of cool rock/metal posters in his room and when he’s not in his usual leather clothes he’s wearing band tees (u and matt steal them frequently and he pretends to be mad)

-honestly i want to say (solely for comedic effect) that he absolutely despises the smell of cigarettes in the house. you’ve never seen desperation like the kind mello exhibits when he begs matt to PLEASE SMOKE OUT OF A WINDOW.

-there is 100% a designated cupboard that is full to the brim with chocolate. all the same brand, flavour, type, whatever. literally everything. it’s all identical.

-when he’s feeling down about messing something up, even if it’s the smallest thing, he gets really really emotional and will immediately go to his room. he probably doesn’t cry often unless it’s angry tears but he doesn’t want even his most trusted people to see him like that. however you always know what to do, you leave him be but then convince him that he should let out his thoughts later, in a kind way of course. matt also helps him to feel better at times but you’re definitely there to bring him his chocolate and give him lots of hugs and kisses. he doesn’t speak too emotionally, but i can imagine a very soft ‘thank you’ after you help him

-blasts metal at 9am. no further comments

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both/all three of you

-matt cuts mello’s hair and mello occasionally dyes matt’s. matt gets so into it he thinks he’s a little hairdresser. they’ve also given each other piercings, they have about a 40% success rate. they’ve offered to give you one but you very politely decline. you always have to supervise in these situations because god knows what is going to happen with these two

-it is extremely common to have mini sleepovers in each others rooms. this is another thing that matt just gets a little TOO into, he wants the full shabam. he’s looking for matching pyjamas, chick flicks on the tv, endless snacks, and pillow fights. by that i mean he just starts relentlessly beating you and mello with a pillow without warning

-matt likes to shake you and mello awake at an ungodly hour and declare that you are going for a drive. he never actually plans anything for these drives, sometimes you don’t actually do anything but you enjoy them nonetheless. however it is extremely hard to get mello out of bed at a time he hasn’t decided on.

-you do the cooking, purely for everybody’s safety. mello likes to think he’s gordon ramsay but he fucks up the most basic things. matt is just a natural hazard with most things

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#death note #mail jeevas #mello #mihael keehl #matt #matt x reader #mail jeevas x reader #mello x reader #mihael keehl x reader #death note x reader #death note headcanons #i had to include redhead matt at some point

[storiesbyjes2g]

What I've been up to...

So if you remember, I've been quite busy over the past 3 months because of a class I was taking. I promised to show you some of my work, so here are a few of my favorite assignments!

(lots'o pictures and video under the cut)

I took a 3D animation boot camp, and naturally before we started animating we had to learn how to model. The program we learned was Cinema 4D. I know a lot of you have learned Blender, and your first project was making a donut. Well...we had to make a freakin' ramen shop...with the ramen! 😂 I added the textures later once I discovered there was a library, but I didn't quite know how to edit them at the time, so they're not the best choice, but hey. I learned something.

I forgot to grab the pic of the ramen close up. Oh well. All of this was made with basic shapes. Nothing fancy. That comes next.

Next, we learned different modeling methods. The method used in this next pic is called volume modeling. Always sims on the brain lol.

After we got our feet wet with modeling, we moved into materials and "lights, camera, action," which was half the reason I wanted to take the class. I still haven't gotten the hang of lighting, but it's really hard period and will take a while to master. Materials are basically the colors and textures you apply on an object. I didn't make these headphones, but I did make the leather and fabric texture.

You will see these headphones again and again because I could not leave them alone lol.

Before we began the animation portion, we learned one last method of modeling. I won't bore you with the details, but basically taking one element and cloning it a bunch of times until you have something else. For example, we only received one piece of each skyscraper. The buildings were whole, but we only received one of each. We used this cloning method to make an entire city block out of just a few things.

Finally, we got into animating. There two other assignments before this that I did terribly on and I'll never show them to another living soul, especially since animation is part of my job LOL, but I'll show you the animated version of this city. The still image was actually made after the video based on some feedback I got. That's why things look different.

Not my best animation work, but whatever. Still learning!

Alright, by this point we're nearing the finish line. There were some other assignments about composition and what not, but for the most part it was all about animation from here on out. This next one was my favorite one. It was basically putting everything we learned so far (minus modeling) into practice. We had to take any previous project and make a 15 sec commercial/product showcase. You know I had to pick up those headphones! (sound on!!)

I love timing videos to music. It's like the best part!

The next assignment was about camera movements and editing the video in After Effects. I don't have the before pic, but imagine this clip being brighter, a lot less vibrant, and having a cool tone at the beginning.

And finally! The ultimate test! That was the actual name of the project lol. Bring it all together and make something great. I modeled every single thing you see (though not very well LOL. gotta practice!) and created all the materials except the picnic table. It's in no way perfect and I plan to go back and make many edits, but I did it y'all! I've been working on this little by little for the past 3 weeks. Enjoy! (sound on!)

#non sims #work stuff #Vimeo

[worldsunlikemyown]

kotlc valentine's day hcs <3

Here you go!

KOTLC VALENTINE'S DAY HEADCANONS

Main crew first:

Sophie didn't really do Valentine's Day much before (what with being in high school at twelve years old) and honestly didn't get the point. When she found that elves had a Day of Love, she kept hoping one of her crushes would slip her something, but it's pretty serious among elves and a crush will, at most, send you a note because otherwise it's basically a declaration of eternal love. The first elf-Valentine's Day she has is with Keefe, when they go and sit beneath Calla's Panakes at dawn to share ripplefluffs that they baked together the night before.

Biana always gets hundreds of little notes at her locker (and grudgingly at least reads them all, because not doing so would be an awful thing to do). Her dream Valentine's Day is to be serenaded (which is unfortunate because modern-day elves aren't too big on serenading), and she's secretly relieved that nothing came of her crush on Keefe because his singing voice and musical skills really aren't that great.

Linh, just like Sophie, wasn't big on Valentine's day in the past, but Marella was -- not just because she was a prolific sender of notes (half to crushes, half as pranks), but also because who was giving whom notes was big for the gossip chain. Marella simply sends Linh a note in the morning, as traditional, and they meet up at the beach later to have an Aurenflare by the beach.

Fitz entertains hopes of doing something really dramatic for Sophie, but things don't end up working out (as we know). He gets a hail from Dex in the evening, who comes over with some shiny new gadget that Fitz accepts. They sit talking for a long time into the night.

Adults:

Grady and Edaline like to take some time away from work -- they often go away on a hike in some secluded mountains.

Alden and Della are not too big on the whole event, but they usually go on a nice evening date, and end up coming home a little tipsy and glowing.

Cassius does take Gisela out on dates -- very grudgingly, and it's clear they both hate it (both of them are secretly relieved when everything is out in the open because they don't have to suffer anymore).

Juline and Kesler are always very whimsical about it. They dye their hair fun colours, go to whatever the elf equivalent of theme parks are, and generally end up having a self-contained, civilised riot (and then a less civilised riot once they get home).

Brant wrote sappy letters to Jolie, and she responded in kind. They'd get each other little trinkets and leap to the top of a mountain to kiss in front of a breathtaking sunset (or sunrise).

Cyrah always used to make Prentice little brooches, and he wrote poetry for her. Nowadays he doesn't particularly like celebrating the day, because it was really special for him and Cyrah. Tiergan comes over every year, and they often end up reminiscing long into the night.

Ancients:

Fintan and Vespera are prolific gift-givers even on normal days, so elf-Valentine's Day is basically them trying to one-up each other on their dramatic and beautiful gifts. It usually ends with them curling up on a couch together and reading, petty lovers' rivalry forgotten.

Vespera and Luzia were all about dramatic gestures, so they had the most incredible dates -- some of the big ones were in caves decorated with light, and on a snowy mountain made to look like a ballroom where they danced alone together to soft music.

Fallon is the one who actually serenades his wife properly (Biana only got the idea from seeing the delight on her something-great-grandmother's face lol). They go on picnics in wooded clearings, culminating in an almost glowing Fallon playing the harp for his wife as the moon rises.

#kotlc #thanks for dropping by for a chat #sokeefe #kotlc biana #fedex #marellinh #gradaline #kesline #kotlc alden #kotlc della #kotlc cassius #kotlc gisela #ruedacted #cyrah endal #tiertice #fintan x vespera #luzpera #kotlc fallon #fallon's wife #thoughts on the lost cities

[loveneversleepss]

Lee know as tsundere

-Pairing: Vampire!Lee know x Vampire!f.reader

-Chapter warnings: switch povs, cussing, slow burn ish? Ex gets in the way(Felix), mixed feelings, fighting/gore, marking/hickeys, sweet praises, slight stalking, manipulation, kidnapping, nicknames, unprotected sex, hair pulling.

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A/N~ Im back y’all.. but only for a little while😭

"I've always felt empty. Until there was you."

Life was boring, dull, cold and dark. Everyday felt the same. Until a particular girl saved me. She saw something in me..

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Everyday was pretty normal for you. Nothing big or drama had been in your life. It was quiet. Until someone had messed up all that quiet. Your ex, Lee Felix. Sure it’s been a while since you two broke things off. But how it ended always messes with you. Never got reassurance. He broke it off saying ‘it’s the best if we don’t be together’ leaving just like that. You live in the same town. Occasionally bumping into each other thanks to how small the town is.

But honestly deep down. You still have feelings for him. He came exactly when you needed him. He saved you. Now you walk pass each other like strangers. Always seeing him on your way to work.. But there was another reason why you were so obsessed with him. In this world, vampires roam. Not the kind that can be harmed by sunlight, garlic or holy water. They hide in plain sight. The way they feed is the same, blood. But they can control themselves easily.

Usually vampires turn other people to feel less lonely, since they are immortal. But you never did, you won't. Unless you had to. Like if someone was dying. Vampires have super strength, super speed, regeneration and mind control. But you were different, you could move any form of liquid and form it into anything you want. You basically are the top of the food chain in the Vampire world.

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‘God will this light ever let me cross?’ You think. You’re stuck at a sidewalk, waiting for the lights to change so you could cross. You go on your phone for a bit, just so the time can pass by faster. Sooner or later a crowd starts to fill the area. You hate crowds. People always seem to not notice you and bump into you. That's not what happens when you're in a room filled with fellow vampires.

Until someone really fucked up. You out your phone back in your pocket. Deciding that you were getting bored of it. You look around the crowd behind you. So many people.. until the guy standing next to you catches your eye. He looks around your age, maybe a little older. Brown hair and lightly tan skin. Eyes that could make you melt. The top lip is slightly more pouty than the bottom. Just then you watch a man bump into the guy next to you, hard. He ends up dropping his phone, onto the street.

You watch as he sighs loudly as he goes to grab it. You see out of the corner of your eye a car losing control and swerving crazily. The car is coming alarmingly fast towards the man. At the last second you use your speed, you jump and push him out the way. The car flies right by you two and back onto the road. Luckily it didn’t hit anyone.

You landed on the guy and are on top of him. You look down at him and see he looks confused. “Are you okay?!” You ask him. His eyes are lost as he nods his head yes. You get off him quickly and everyone starts to crowd around you two. You help him get up and grab his phone from off the floor. “Please next time, be aware of your surroundings.” You tell him as you hand him his phone.

He takes it and you feel a shock from your fingers grazing along each other. You look at him and see a leaf in his hair. You smile and laugh lightly to yourself. “Here, lemme help you.” You raise your hand and take the leaf out of his hair. You make eye contact for a couple seconds. ‘His eyes are so pretty.’ You think. They have a thousand stars in them. “Thank you.” That’s the first thing he’s said this whole time. You smile at him.

“No problem.. are you sure you’re okay?” You ask him once again. He nods his head and smiles. His smile is gorgeous. His eyes crinkle up and he looks so pure. You look down at the phone in his hand. It’s broken there’s no way he’ll be able to use it. “Uh, do you wanna use my phone? Yours looks broken so, you’re free to use mine.” He looks down at his phone and tilts his head. As if he only just noticed it now that it’s shattered.

“Right um.. could I use it real quick? Just to make a phone call.” You nod your head yes and hand him your phone. He takes it, another shock comes from your hands touching. He dials a number and raises the phone to his ear. You hear the voicemail voice talk and he hangs up. He sighs heavily, "Guess I won't get a ride home." He hands the phone back to you and you put it in your pocket.

"Wait, you're bleeding." He points at your arm and you quickly hide it. "I'm fine," he grabs your arm that was tucked away and reveals nothing. "See? I'm fine." He looks at you confused and takes a step back. "I swear I saw a cut. You were bleeding." You shoot him a weird look and begin to gaslight him, "Maybe you hit your head too hard." You turn to cross the street, "Get home safe, okay?" And with that, you leave.

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I'm not crazy. I know that. I saw a cut on her arm, I know it. I look down on the street and see a puddle of blood. Then I notice on my broken phone, a smear of blood as well. I knew it. But how did the cut disappear in a matter of seconds? Who is she? I have to follow her. I have to know who she is, what she is.

It gets dark fast, she hasn't noticed me yet. I'm keeping a good distance from her. She walks to the rich side of the city, full of mansions and fields. I keep hiding behind bushes and trees right before she turns around. We arrive at a mansion where a party is going on, the music raging.

I watch her walk straight in, I can't go through the entrance without being caught. I'll have to go through the side. I make my way around the fence and to the side of the mansion. I crawl over to a window and see her inside. In a room where there are only 10 people, it's quiet, secluded from the rest of the party. The window is slightly open and I can hear the conversation.

"Enjoying the party, y/n?" A man with pale yellow hair with freckles asks her. Y/n? So, that's your name. "Not really," she huffs out as she keeps a distance from him. He pouts at her and attempts to put an arm around her, "Aww, you just need someone to drink." Did he say someone?

She pushes his arm off her and he laughs, "Still mad at me?"She rolls her eyes and his hand goes up as he motions for someone to come over. A frightened looking girl, around the age of 18, appears. "Don't you look tasty," the man strokes the side of her face. Her eyes begin to water, "please, don't hurt me." He laughs in her face and aggressively chokes her, "You're in no position to speak!" He twists her around and bites into her neck, my eyes widen. I fall back as I watch him suck the life out of her, her body stills and he shoves her to the ground.

I look at y/n and see the look of disgust on her face, "Really? This is your idea of partying, Felix?" That's his name, Felix. She kicks the side of the girl and gets no response. "You sucked her clean," she sits down onto the couch next to her. "Don't worry, we'll find you someone to drink." She leans against her hand and crosses her legs, "I'm waiting." I feel a hand on my shoulder and I quickly turn around. A man swings at me and I black out.

"Wakey, wakey," the blonde man appears in front of me. I startle awake and sit up. To find my hands tied together with rope. My head is pounding and I realize i'm sitting on the floor in front of 5 people, one of them is y/n and Felix. The man who knocked me out sits there as well, "you're a bold one. Following y/n all the way here," Felix sits in front of me with an amused smirk. "Did you really think she wouldn't notice? Your smell gave you away," he gets up and stands before me.

"Who are you people?" My voice is stern, thankfully. They all start laughing except y/n, "Isn't it obvious, we're vampires." I stared at them, I already knew that. "I'm Felix, that's Chan, Hyunjin, Changbin and y/n, who've you already met." The one who knocked me out is Changbin, he is clearly the strongest out of all of them.

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"So, what's your name, pretty boy?" He stays silent, glaring at Felix. "Speak!" Felix screams and his voice echoes slightly throughout the room. He sighs heavily, "Lee know," you feel your dead heart flutter. So, that was his name all along? It suits him. Felix crouches down to his level, "So, lee know, what's going to happen now is," He pauses as he grabs his chin. "My friend, y/n, is going to suck you dry now." Your hearts sinks as you hear his words, but you keep your cool.

"Why don't we just erase his memories," you begin to reason. Felix turns and smirks at you, "Where's the fun in that." He gets up and stands in front of you, tilting his head, "I promised you someone to suck. Here you go." You flash him a fake smile and push him aside, you walk slowly to Lee Know. Chan and Changbin pick him up and hold him still. You don't want to, you really don't want to. But if you don't, Felix will.

"I'm sorry," you whisper into his ear as you place your hands around his neck. You command your fangs to release and plunge into his neck. He resists heavily but is held down by the two men. His painful screams fill the room's air. You repeat in your mind, 'i'm sorry, i'm so sorry. I don't wanna do this.' Although you are doing it.

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The pain is excruciating. I feel all the blood in my veins being sucked out. I can feel my heart slow down. I scream and plead as loud as I could, begging for her to stop. My body begins to feel cold and suffocating. My eyes get heavy and I can't fight off the sleep. Blackness is all I see now.

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His body lays limp now as you pull away. Two holes on the side of his neck, from where your fangs sank into him. You wipe your mouth clean of his blood, you don't feel too upset. 'I hope you survive' you think as he's carried out. After a couple minutes, they come back and state that they threw his body onto the street. Leaving him for a stranger to discover the body.

You leave to the bathroom, you stare at yourself in the mirror. You feel tears form in your eyes and you let one fall. 'Please, be alive.' You repeat in your head. Although, you didn't know him, he was innocent. He didn't do anything wrong, and yet you still did what you did. You hear the door swing open next to you and Felix is standing there. He scoffs as he shuts the door behind him.

"I never asked to be like this, you forced it upon me." He walks over to you, looking at you through the mirror as he shushes you. "Feeling sorry for him?" He brushes your hair to one shoulder, you know where this is going. "He didn't deserve you anyway," his cold lips press against your neck, his hands on your waist. "He didn't get a chance," he hums against your skin which causes you to get annoyed. You push him off which causes him to get angry, "Don't pretend you don't like it." You raise your voice at him, "I don't! I wanted him, I wanted Lee Know." He growls, "You had him and you sucked him dry! If you were smart, you would've turned him!"

You shut up now, he's right. You should've turned him. "Forget about him, you have me." He attempts to pull you back in but you resist, "Get off!" You run out the bathroom and leave the mansion, heading home where you should've been all along.

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I wake up, my eyes slowly open. My head is on the floor, my arms above me. A perfectly dead position. I'm so thirsty. My teeth hurt and my body radiates with something un-human. I heard a shuffle of footsteps approaching my side, "Are you okay? Do you need help?" My body moves on its own and in a flash, I have this man in a choke-hold against the wall. "I'm.. so.. thirsty." I feel something grow out of my teeth and is sharp, my body reacts fast as I bite his neck. I suck as the blood becomes addicting, I don't stop until the screams stop. His screams. I back away as I see his eyes lifeless and his body falls to the floor. Did I just suck his blood? I look at my hands, did I turn into a vampire?

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You watch the mansion burn before your eyes. Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin and Felix are burning inside. It's the only way to kill them. You did it, finally. You're free. You walk off and begin to walk home, in the dark. You begin to laugh to yourself as you replay the night. You knocked them out successfully and set the whole place on fire. It was too easy. Revenge which you've been planning the last 7 months, ever since they made you kill Lee Know.

You're walking past an alleyway when you hear something, then you smell it. Blood. Someone's dying. You run inside and see a body on the floor. You reach them and touch their body, you hear their heart stop. "No, no." You mutter under your breath as you sit next to the body. You hear a cling then a cold, metal wraps around your wrist. You look at it confused and then another wraps around the other. You get launched back further into the alley and land on your back. You land with a thud and you quickly get on your feet, preparing to fight whoever pulled you.

You hear a swoosh behind you then next to you, then above you. You spot the body and the pool of blood around them, you concentrate as you warp it into a knife. You summon it to your hand and get ready. You hear someone land behind you, "Didn't know you could do that." You know that voice. Lee know. You turn quickly and there he is. You could faint. "You're alive.." You mumble softly, you slowly approach him. "You're alive," you smile in relief as your eyes fill with water.

You softly touch his cheek, his eyes mesmerized on you. "Thank god," now both your hands are placed on his cheeks. His expression changes, turning dark quickly, he grabs your neck, holding you against the wall while he holds your knife to your neck. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you," you're paralyzed. You scream out, "I killed them!" He lets you go after several seconds. You breathe heavily from being choked, "I killed all of them. Burned them alive."

"I believe you," he drops the knife on the floor and it returns to a puddle of blood. You listen and hear no heartbeat coming from him, "You're a vampire." You finally realize. He nods his head, "You turned me." You fall to your knees, your head falls in your hands. "I'm so sorry, I didn't want this for you." It's quiet, silent. He leans down and pulls your hands away, "I know, but it still happened." He wipes the tear from your cheek. "I mean, there are some perks." You look at him confused, not knowing what he means. He laughs, "Come on. Let's go to my place."

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He lives in an apartment, it’s cozy. You walk in, the kitchen is on your left and ahead of you is the living room. You notice it’s a mess on the counter, garlic, water and wood. "What's all this?" You say picking up a piece of garlic. He laughs to himself, "I wanted to know what kind of weaknesses I have." You giggle softly as you lay it down, “our only weakness is poison and fire.” He nods his head in understanding. You walk into the living room and scan the surroundings, he’s a reader. You walk past a bookshelf filled with books. A big mirror next to the tv, what’s that for?

You touch the cold hard surface and look over to lee know, “what’s this for?” He walks over with two wine glasses and a bottle of white wine, unopened. “Uh well, I’m a dancer. I use it to monitor myself.” Oh. So, that’s what it is for. You had much more dirtier thoughts since the couch directly faces it. He sits down and places the glasses down. You sit next to him as he pours it for you, he hands you a glass and you gladly accept.

You take a sip and start to get curious, “so.. what did you mean being a vampire has its perks?” He pauses as he sets the glass he was holding down. “Well everything is enhanced, I’m faster, stronger..” he pauses as he notices how you’re staring at him. You smile as you break away and put the glass down. “Higher sex drive,” your eyes shoot to his thighs, you hadn’t noticed how firm they were. Definitely a dancer bod, you analyze his clothing. Slightly baggy but you can tell he’s fit. “You done?” Your eyes shoot to his, you cringe internally on how you were caught daydreaming about him.

“Sorry,” you whisper as you turn your head back to the mirror, getting lost in your lustful thoughts. Imagine him pounding into you as he watches you through the mirror, being a moaning pathetic mess for him. “No need to be sorry,” his hand moves your face by your chin. “What were you thinking about, hm?” You get shy as he is getting closer now, so dominant. His eyes flicker to the mirror then back on you. His mouth leans over to your ear, “were you thinking about me fucking you in front of the mirror?” You feel the heat pool inside your panties as you feel yourself getting wetter by the second. “Do you want me to?” He places a sweet kiss on your soft neck, causing a gasp that sounds more like a whimper to leave you.

“Sounds like you want me to,” he nibbles softly on the skin. Making your eyes roll back at the feeling, it’s been so long since you had sex. You missed it. He begins sucking and you know that he’s making beautiful markings all over your neck. “Mm, lee know,” you moan out which makes him chuckle against your skin. “You sound so pretty, Kitten.” This new pet name does something to you. Your nails dig into your palms as you resist ripping off both your clothes. You bite your lower lip to keep the noises down which makes him annoyed. He pushes you down on your back, your head laying on the couch armrest.

“I wanna hear you, don’t hold back.” His arms lift up his shirt, revealing a set of abs. Your mouth drops slightly open at the beautiful sight in front of you. All yours. You can’t help but run your hand down his body, admiring it. His hand tugs at the bottom of your shirt, “take that off for me, baby.” You quickly obeyed as you ripped it off. His hand grips on the waistband of your pants, his eyes ask for permission. You nod your head, giving consent. His hands swiftly rip off your pants, leaving you in your panties.

He attaches your lips back together, his hand smooths over the wet spot on your panties. You feel your face flush hot and redden. "So wet," he mumbles against your lips. "Do something about it," you respond back eagerly, causing him to smirk along your lips. "Happily," he moves you quickly around. Your hands now placed on the couch's armrest, your body exposed to him while you watch him in the mirror. His body creeps over yours, his hand snakes down the front of your body. It slips down into your panties and finds your sensitive bud with ease.

The sensation makes your thighs tense up and your mouth to fly open to let your moans escape you. The pleasure so great and makes you beg and beg. You clench around nothing repeatedly wishing he was in you right now. Your nails dig into the soft material as you look deeply into his eyes. His eyes dark and concentrated onto you. You begin to squirm as you chase your high, so desperately wanting it. "Fuck, I can't take it." His hand falls as he pulls down your panties.

You fall limp on the ledge as you were just denied an orgasm. You whine as you turn to see him quickly unbuckling his pants. You get ready as you hear his zipper and push yourself up on your hands. You feel him edge into you and let a whimper like moan out. You feel so full with him inside you and when he begins to thrust, you're in heaven. Your eyes roll back and you thank god for giving him a higher sex drive. Which causes him to last way longer. "Fuck, baby." He whimpers out which causes a harsh pulse in your cunt.

You like hearing these noises. His hand pulls your body straight up so he can kiss you. The sinful noises and skin slapping doesn't faze you two. You reach your hand back into his hair and tug softly on it. He bites softly at your bottom lip, tugging on it softly. You have to pull away when you feel a cramp in your belly, knot-like. You finally reach bliss and he doesn't snatch it away. To help he starts to rub circles on your clit causing you to squirm and scream. "You're doing so good, kitten." He coos at you. You begin to feel overstimulated and grab his wrist. But he doesn't stop until your fluids drip all over the fabric of his couch.

He finally removes his hand and you fall onto your stomach. "We're not done, kitten." He yanks on your hair to reveal your face. He bends down to your ear, "Look at you." He grabs the bottom of your chin to look at your face in the mirror. "So beautiful, and all mine." Your lipstick is ruined and makeup smeared from sweat and tears. You hadn't realized tears had begun to fall. He begins to pound into you once more, pain mixed with pleasure. You don't resist so he can chase his high. You fully look at him through the mirror. His hair is all messy, chest rising up and down from how heavily he was breathing, eyebrows furrowed. Eyes hooded, full of lust and bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

What a sight. He lets out a loud moan as he pulls out of you quickly. You feel the white hot liquid drip onto your thighs. You let your body fall and relax as you shut your eyes. Exhausted.

You open your eyes and touch the unfamiliar sheets around you. You turn your head to lee know gazing upon you lovingly. You're confused, you fell asleep? Vampires don't sleep. "Confused?" You sit up and cover yourself, it's chilly. You touch his arm and it's warm, odd. Vampires are supposed to be cold to the touch. "What's happening?" He kisses your cheek as he pulls you close. "We broke it." You raise your eyebrows at him, "Broke what?" He leans in slowly, placing a kiss on your lips, "the vampire curse.."

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