#little ramble but yesterday I met my Uni friends for the first time!!! it was so fun

[weretheones]

Twenty-Four Hours- Daryl Dixon

Plot/Request: Anon requested- “Hi! I was wondering if you would do an imagine where Daryl and the reader were close, like friends who liked each other but never confessed. Then she gets pissed at him for leaving with Merle and the next time they see each other they have a big fight which leads to them confessing their feelings? By the way I love your blog!”

Word count:
 2,224

Warnings: swearing, nothing else i think? 

Note:
 hi hi hi heres another angsty daryl piece lol.. angsty daryl is the best daryl sry not sry. on another note i’m waiting on uni acceptances and i’m nervous asf.. 

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   The sight of Daryl and his brother brought a foul taste to your mouth. It’d barely been twenty-four hours since he left, but you knew things would never be the same. His choice had been made, regardless of his reappearance now. When he’d left you knew whatever the two of you shared was gone, shattered, like your heart.

  You’d begged him to stay, but he ignored your pleas.

  “Daryl, don’t go.” You mumbled, grabbing onto his arm. It was coated in dirt and blood. You looked up to his face with teary eyes. He refused to make eye contact with you.

  “I have to, (Y/N).” He grunted, shaking your hand off his arm. It dropped down to your side as you breathed shaky breaths.

  “What about all of us? What about the others?”  Or me, you thought, but a lack of courage stopped you from saying so.

  Daryl continued to pack up his stuff from the back of the car, weakly responding to you, “He’s my brother.”

  You looked into his distracted eyes as you croaked out, “You know the Governor’s gonna attack hard. You’re leaving us, we won’t survive without you there to help.”

  His eyes turned hard again. He swung the backpack around his body, settling it on his shoulder. He turned to you slightly, looking down at your boots.

  “You’re tough. You’ll be okay.”

  “No, Daryl.” You whimpered, exposing your feelings for a moment. It was a last resort. “Daryl, I can’t— I can’t lose you.”

  He hated the way your voice cracked when you spoke to him. He hated that he was the reason it was doing so.

  There was no denying the butterflies that erupted in his stomach for what you said. Not once did he consider he might mean so much to you. He thought you simply thought of him as a companion, nothing more. His heart fluttered as he thought perhaps you felt the same way he did about you.

  But then the thoughts of self-doubt sunk into him again. There was no way you could. Why would you even want to? You were amazing, he was, well, he was just Daryl.

  He breathed deeply, gripping the strap on his shoulder tightly before speaking again, “’N I can’t leave ‘m. I can’t.”

  You wanted to say something to make him stay but you didn’t know what. Hell, you’d already opened up yourself to him, basically confessing what he meant to you and even that hadn’t done the trick.

  It was useless. This was useless.

  You bit your lip, looking at his face one more time as a single tear rolled down your cheek. He finally looked at you, staring at the droplet making its way down your skin. His heart ached inside his chest, a look of weakness overcoming his face for a moment. When your eyes met you stared at each other, pain evident in both of you, before you turned on your heel and walked away.

  All you wished was for him to pull you back. To embrace you in his arms and tell you he wouldn’t leave. But he didn’t.

  This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t.

  But it did. Overnight your hopes of his return dissipated into anger. You were furious. The man had left, abandoned your family, to go be with his jerk of a brother. Only to turn back up in from too the prison after the Governor had attacked— killing Axel in the process.

  Axel was a good guy from what you could tell. Admittedly creepy, but a good guy all around. You found yourself blaming his death on Daryl, as well as the loss of the prison’s field.

  The others welcomed him sweetly as if he hadn’t decided to give up on them just hours ago. Carol hugged him and you forced yourself to ignore the ping of jealousy as you watched them embrace.

  Rick pat him on the back, squeezing his shoulder slightly. Daryl only nodded, but you could tell he was happy to be back. In fact, everyone was happy he was back. Everyone except you.

  You made eye contact across the cell block. Your eyes were narrowed into a somewhat empty yet harsh glare. He only looked at you, frankly too scared to say or do anything else. Before anybody could say anything you turned sharply and walked away. Again.

  The others hashed out the issue with Merle. Honestly, you couldn’t care less what they did with him. Put him in a cell or not, it didn’t matter to you. That Dixon wasn’t your problem right now. Daryl was.

  Night had fallen. You’d spent the day ignoring Daryl as much as possible, finding excuses to slip away whenever he entered the same room as you. It was mostly because you knew talking to him would only resort in a fight, but also, you were embarrassed by what had happened.

  In your eyes, Daryl’s leaving was a rejection. You had done all but kiss him to tell him how you felt, it was clear. At least, that's what you thought. Daryl still had managed to convince himself you only thought of him as a friend— and even that was pushing it.

  Noticing the tension that followed you, Rick asked you to take guard duty for a couple of hours. He figured that it’d help you get your mind off things, distract you. If anything, the fresh air would help calm you. You agreed, knowing he was right.

  It was quiet for the first hour. You didn’t really expect the Governor to attack again after today. It seemed all he wanted to do was trap you, starve you out. Perhaps in a few days, he may come back, but not tonight.

  Still, you watched with intensive eyes around the prison’s fences and the edge of the forest surrounding you.

  You lowered the binoculars from your eyes, letting them fall into your lap. Your body was leaning against the picnic table behind you. The metal was cold against you, the feeling seeping into your skin even through the thick sweater you wore.

  Walkers stumbled around the yard. They scattered it randomly, some finding their way to the second gate, where you were close to. You watched with sad eyes as the first spot you’d cleared in the prison was now overrun again.

  Remembering the glee that had overtaken you at that moment your chest ached. It was a beautiful day, hot, but beautiful. Everything had felt so right, so good. It had been the first win for you all in a long time.

  Now it was gone again. That glee replaced with fury as you thought about how it was lost. About everything you’d gone through since that day. Amputating Hershel’s leg, losing Lori and T-dog, almost losing Carol and more recently, Daryl.

  Daryl.

  Deep down, past the anger and hurt you were happy to have him back. Even if you weren’t together, he was still your friend. Someone you could trust, rely on. 

  As if your thoughts of Daryl summed him, he approached from inside the prison. You looked back at the noise of the thick metal door opening behind you, only to snap your head back forward when you realized it was him.

  He ignored the voice in the back of his head that called for him to go back. That you didn’t want him there, that you hated him for what he’d done. Still, he walked to the bench you sat at in front of the table, sitting a foot and a half away from you.

  His crossbow pushed into him as he leaned back slightly, but he ignored it, instead fiddling with the strap around his right shoulder.

  You refused to speak first, even if it was to tell him off.

  When he did, your shoulders tensed visibly.

  “You’re avoidin’ me.”

  You only scoffed, keeping your eyes glued forward on the walkers ahead of you. As if they were what actually plagued your mind.

  The looming sense of fear Daryl once felt was pushed away now, anger beginning to take its place. It grew inside him as he snapped at you, “Funny. You ‘ere going off ‘bout how ya can’t lose me, now ya can’t even look at me?”

  This only made your blood boil. You couldn’t believe how he would bring such a thing up. Especially like this.

  “Oh shut up, Daryl.” You spoke harshly, without as much as a look to him still, “Just shut up. I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want you here. Just go.”

  “‘Cuse me?—“

  You cut him off, standing up abruptly and turning to face him. You were screaming now, “Why are you even here? Huh? You were pretty fucking clear yesterday that you don’t want anything to do with me.”

  He stood up to face you now, leaning down to get in your face.

  “What’s your problem, girl?” He yelled back, “Huh?”

  Even in the dim moonlight, you both could see each other's faces grow red, the views protruding from your skin as you yelled with force.

  “You!” With just enough force you pushed his body back a bit. He caught himself with his foot and didn’t step forward again. Instead, you pushed yourself into him, raising a finger in his face accusingly.

  “You are my problem. You left, you fucking left.”

  “I had ta’!” He yelled back, defensively.

  Ignoring what he’d said you continued to yell into his face, “You left us, you left me! Fuck, Daryl, I basically begged you to stay and you still left.”

  If not for the anger spilling out of you, you’d be distracted by how close you were to him. Only inches separating your skin from touching.

  His head tilted down toward you, his body taking a defensive stance. “What as I ‘posed to do? He’s my goddamn brother!”

  Still ignoring what he was saying you just rambled, letting your all your thoughts escape your lips, “Hell, I even told you I needed you. How stupid is that? You still walked away, you still left.” With the feeling of tears flooding your eyes you paused for a moment, allowing your body to relax back into the ground. Without even realizing it you’d raised your body to reach his. Your head shook, a quiver in your lip as you spoke, softer this time, “And to think, I thought you cared too.”

  He inched back a little, no longer appearing so defensive as he had just seconds ago. His voice was still rough, but now a little nervous and a little softer, “I do.”

  You shook your head harder, looking to your boots. “No. Not like how I do.”

  “What do ya mean?”

  A bitter scoff left your lips as you looked back up to him now. “What do I mean? How else would I mean it? I fucking love you!” You're words left your mouth smoothly, and loudly, as you confessed your love for the man in front of you. “And you.. you.. broke my heart.” Yet when you spoke again, you stumbled over your words, “Y--you left.”

  Daryl had barely noticed. In all honesty, he was too shocked too. Never in his life would he expect those words to leave your mouth. Never would he have expected you to care for him this much, nevertheless love him. To him, it seemed silly. Like he’d thought yesterday, you were so great. Strong, smart, beautiful. How could you see him as someone worthwhile?

  Though his voice caught in his throat, he stuttered, “Ya— ya love me?”

  “Yeah. I thought it was pretty obvious.” You muttered to the ground. Almost instantly you regretted telling him if he’d left you earlier, you didn’t think now would be any different.

He continued to stammer, “I— I didn’t think—“

  “Look it’s fine you don’t,” With a deep sigh you cut him off, “You don’t have to say anything.”

  With sad eyes you looked down to your feet, watching as you began to walk away from your post and past Daryl. But as you stepped beside his dirty boots a hand grabbed onto your shoulder, pulling you back softly.

  Before you knew it, Daryl wrapped his arms around your body. He stuffed his face into your neck, holding tightly onto you. You hadn’t expected this, but that didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy it. Your arms snaked up his body, hugging him back tightly. 

  “If I had known, (Y/N).”

  “He’s your brother.” You mumbled, knowing that he had his reasons. You’d known that all along, but never wanted to admit it. It was easier to be mad at him than to cry over him.

  ”I don’t know how to do this stuff, (Y/N). I ain’t like this, never was. But I can promise ya this. I ain’t ‘ver gonna leave ya again, ya hear? Never.”  

  A shaky sigh left your lips as you basked in the comedown. The fight, the confession, and now this. It was a lot, but completely worth it for the feeling of Daryl’s arms around you now.

  You smiled into him as you nuzzled your head into his chest. He brushed his lips against the top of your head, leaving the softest of kisses.

  And for the second time in the last twenty-four hours, you knew things would never be the same.

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[harrys-oh-anna]

Another Kind Of Birthday

Plot: You join Harry to celebrate his birthday in Tokyo. But his friend lets slip that Harry might has forgotten to tell you some important information.

or

Harry doesn’t understand how sad you really are back home. Without him.

Warnings: This FLUFF paired with ANGST. I JUST WISH THIS MAN A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY

“Hey! What are you doing?” he scoffed, bending down to grab it up from the hotel floor and placing it back into your bag only for you to throw it out again.

“Y/N! Stop it!” he tries it one again.

“I don’t want it. Keep it.”, you threw the yellow hoodie into Harry’s lap.

It was the first thing you put over your head when you arrived. It smelled like Harry and you loved how you drowned in it and Harry on the other hand loved how you looked in it. So he told you that you should keep it and you happily agreed, immediately stuffing it deep into your suitcase. But now you didn’t want to have it. You don’t want to bring anything back home that reminds you of this horrible trip back. It made you sick.

“Oh look, at least the fair lady can talk to me again.”

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It’s been way too long since you have last seen Harry. Almost four weeks to be exactly and you yearned to see him. You missed his lazy hugs in the morning. His deep dimpled smile and how you could ramble on about every little thing that happened to you throughout the day.

This probably being the worst part. You are so used to reach out for Harry whenever something good or bad happens in your daily life. And now, with these tremendous time zones, it’s nearly impossible. Him being asleep when your awake and you going to bed when he arose.

Right now, Harry is in Tokyo, while you are at home in London. Harry is living his best life, while you must fulfil the daily tasks of a student.

Last year you were lucky enough to join Harry on his tour, but now you were in your last year of Uni, which means endless study sessions paired with endless essay writing.

You haven’t been away from Harry for such a long period for a while and it picked harder on you as you thought. At first you had the impression time flies by with how busy you were, but third week in it was not that easy anymore to be greeted with an empty bed after a long exhausting day. You were more than relieved that you would get to wake up next to your loved one again very soon.

This Friday is also Harry’s birthday and you were excited to join him in Tokyo for it. You loved this crazy city which is so different to what you are used you. And you were even happier that Harry would fly home with you on Sunday, finally being with you again. The whole package was way too good to be true.

The last week of your loneliness quickly flew by, as you got more and more excited every day. Calling Harry whenever possible to ask him what you should bring along and what he had planned for you two. And before you even knew it you found yourself on the plane to Tokyo.

The flight felt endlessly as you nervously tried to calm down and to sleep a bit, but as you finally wrapped your arms around Harry’s broad shoulders you couldn’t remember a day you ever felt more complete.

Back then you had no idea how terrible everything would play out. How devasted you would be and how many tears you would shred. Feeling even lonelier than before.

It all started on Saturday, you were still lying in bed with a deep sleeping Harry. He rested on his belly, his fringe hanging low in his eyes as slow puffs of air left his pink lips.

Last night you went out for his birthday party with his friends to sing some karaoke. Harry may have had three or five too many drinks, but you couldn’t care less. It was his birthday after all, he had every right and you loved to see him so carefree. Besides Harry isn’t known to be an affectionate drunk for nothing.

You dwelled in his fairy light touches and endless pecks. Oh god, did you miss them. Your heart bursting almost every time as Harry stumbled over to you with the microphone clapped close in his hands, singing an old cheesy love song, while pecking your face with little wet kisses.

He didn’t care that his friends called him soft and clingy, he had missed you at least as much as you missed him, and he wasn’t ready to share you with anyone. It was his birthday on top, wasn’t it?

So he made sure that he had your full attention. He knew that he doesn’t have to try that hard for it, since you were beaming at him all along. He did enjoy his own little show though.

The next morning you found yourself in his hotel room, tracing the tattoos on his arm to slowly wake him up of his drunken state. It didn’t work at first, his snoring only increasing but as you saw how his forehead crinkled and heard how he let out a low gruff of annoyance you couldn’t hold back a quiet chuckle.

“You are a real menace, you know that? Maybe I should have left you in that karaoke bar.” Harry’s raspy voice filled the silence as he joked, opening one of his eyes a bit to take a glimpse of you, a grin immediately spreading on his face.

“I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t have found the way back to the hotel without me” you mocked him, stroking his long hair out of his face so you had a better view of his green orbs.

“Stop the sass, birdie, it’s my birthday” Harry complained, catching your hand with his and bringing it close to his face to place a soft kiss on it.

“Actually your birthday were yesterday, today’s just an ordinary day like any other” you tried to annoy him further, but a squeal slipped out of your mouth as Harry turned around and pulled you underneath him, propping his body up on his forearms to hover above you.

“I think I need to look for a way to make you shut up, your only talking nonsense. It’s well known that my birthday not just lasts for a day but for a whole week,” a cocky grin adoring his features “And you know what that means. Endless wishes for me” he leans downwards, his lips almost touching yours.

“And now I wish for at least ten kisses” the cocky grin reappearing on his face as he finally closes the gap between your lips to kiss you deeply.

You didn’t know back then, that this cheerful banter would be gone soon. Oh, would you have cherished it, had you just known.

It was only a few hours later that you found your world shattered.

Harry and you were meant to meet up with Jeff and one of Harry’s new-found friends for lunch.

You weren’t really listening to what the others had to say. Some parts of the conversation were held in Japanese either way and you couldn’t understand a word.

You were totally lost into enjoying your sushi and just soaking Harry in, how his dimple appeared when one of the fellas joked or how he picked on his lip when he had to think something over and how his nose wrinkled a tiny little bit every time he tried to come up with a Japanese word that slipped his mind.

It wasn’t until the mention of your name that your attention was brought back to the actual conversation.

“Excuse me”, you apologised since you have missed the question that was direct towards you. Steve, a new friend of Harry had asked you.

“For how long have you planned to stay here? Harry seems even more happier since you’re here with us” you had to smile.

“We will be leaving tomorrow evening, I wish I could have spent more time here. Tokyo is incredible, I really do understand why Harry never really wants to leave this place” you answered, taking a glimpse of Harry who crossed his hands in his laps, looking down on them as he played with his thumbs. A frown appeared on your face as he avoided your eyes.

Somehow the whole carefree mood shifted suddenly. You didn’t understand why though. Did you say something wrong? You placed your hand ensuring on his thigh in hope to get him to place his hand above yours, softly running his thumb over your knuckles to calm you down. But you weren’t met with any familiar kind of reaction of him, as he still ignored you, his trousers seeming to be more interesting than what you had to say.

The uncomfortable mood didn’t reach to Harry’s friend though as he smiled and kept talking.

“Maybe we should get this lunch done then, so you and Harry can spend some more time together. Would be rude of us to steal your time with him, since it’s so limited. Have you already sorted out when you will visit him again? “

Visiting him again? Has Harry planned another trip to Tokyo? He hadn’t told you about it yet.

“No, we haven’t yet. I think we will enjoy London for a bit at first. Ben asked us to look after Ruby for a few days, I think she will keep Harry and me busy for a while” you beamed excitedly. You always loved how fondly Harry interacts with children and it made you think about how good of a dad Harry will be one day.

“Practising for parenthood then?” Jeff mocked both of you with a lop-sided grin.

You just shook your head, redness creeping up your cheek as you side eyed Harry furtive, who still didn’t show any sign of reaction to the conversation of the table. Was he angry with you?

“It’s such a shame that you have to fly home to study and couldn’t take the offer to stay here. I think the whole team would have loved to have you around for the next few weeks as well next to Harry. Steve stated popping an olive into his mouth, not knowing what he had just started.

Your mind went totally blank. You didn’t understand what he just had said. For the next two weeks next to Harry? He’s flying home with you tomorrow. He already booked the flights. And what offer?

“Sorry, but Harry has planned to record his songs in the studio in London. With Mitch, Sarah and Adam. Right?” you looked over to Harry, expecting him to agree with you and actually telling his friend that he messed things up. But Harry still hasn’t dared to look at you. His lips set in a straight line.

Your heart stop beating as you looked over to Jeff in full panic, who suddenly was way more interested in the napkin laying in front of him.

“Oh, I thought Harry had planned to stay for a bit longer in Tokyo, we actually wanted you to stay here as well, since he misses you a lot. I’m sorry.” Harry’s friend stumbled, finally understanding the chaos he caused.

Your hand slipped off Harry’s thigh, as you turned your body away from your boyfriend. The new tidings only slowly settling in your brain. What the heck did just happen?

You’re still confused about the conversation, heat creeping up your neck as Jeff hurriedly tries to find another subject to talk about. But you were way too caught up in your mind to hear a word that was said.

A few minutes later the tensed mood had disappeared, and everything was back to normal. At least for the men. Harry laughed out loud to the stupid jokes as if he still would fly home with you tomorrow while you were torn inside. You just wished for the lunch to be over. You felt sick.

You had missed Harry so bad all these weeks and knowing that you two won’t be separated again was the only thing that got you through the suffer. You won’t make it through other months without him, that was sure.

Tears started to dwell up in the corners of your eyes and as you were sure that you couldn’t keep them in anymore, you excused yourself to the toilet. Harry’s eyes followed you carefully through the crowd, his stare burning holes into your back. But you didn’t care.

Big tears fell down your cheeks as you watched yourself in the mirror. Your vibrant eyes from earlier were dull now and seemed empty. You felt hollow. How could Harry dare to not tell you that he had planned to stay longer. Why would he even want to? Didn’t he miss you at all? Because you missed him deeply.

Your tears only kept spilling. Realization and his unsaid words sinking in deeper and deeper. His silence was the worst part of it. You felt so stupid, so left out and embarrassed. You didn’t know what was going on in Harry’s mind, but you did know that you definitely couldn’t return back to the table you’ve just come from. Acting and lying as if everything was alright, when it clearly wasn’t.

You wiped away your tears as you took in a deep breath. Maybe you should just leave the restaurant and Harry behind. All you wanted to do was to cuddle yourself into the thick duvets of the hotel bed and cry yourself asleep like you did a few times before while Harry was gone.

You damned yourself for leaving your mobile phone on the desk but getting it now would only result in being asked what you’re up to and where you’re going. It probably would also only worsen the embarrassing feeling inside of you if you stormed off like a little child. You’re in a foreign city after all, which language you didn’t even understand. You wouldn’t risk getting lost just to prove your point. You weren’t that extra.

So you did the only right thing to do. Gathering yourself together and sitting it out until whenever Harry decides it’s time to leave.

The table went awfully quiet with your return, you didn’t dare to look up, but you could feel how everyone was watching you. Your cheeks turned a crimson red. They all knew that you had cried. Great.

You felt how Harry carefully tries to put his hand on your thigh, giving your knee a little squeeze as if to ask if everything was fine with you. His small gesture of care not having the calming effect on you as he hoped.

No not at all. It only made your sadness change into something else, but not into happiness, rather in total anger. How dared he? He doesn’t have the guts to tell you that he wants to spend more time in Tokyo and now he acts as if he doesn’t know what’s wrong? No, he crated this whole mess and the least thing you want is an insincere touch on your thigh. If he really cares that much about you, why isn’t he flying home with you then?

You scoffed as you slapped his cold hand off your thigh, not caring anymore if it caught the attention of the people around you. They knew all along that nothing was alright with you.

Harry on the other end felt a bit helpless with how to handle this situation as he bid the inner side of his cheek raw, deciding it was best to end the lunch and face his furious missus, before everything only gets worse. Oh had he known back that you both wouldn’t be reconciled with a few kisses and him promising to be back as soon as possible.

The cab ride back to hotel was filled with devasting silence. You didn’t want to look at Harry. You busied yourself with staring out of the window, soaking in the last few expressions of Tokyo before you would leave tomorrow. Alone.

You didn’t even wait for Harry to be done with paying and thanking the cab drive. You opened the door and just rushed into the hotel lobby, already stepping into the elevator, the doors closing before Harry could make it to them.

When Harry entered your suite, you already changed in your PJ’s packing the few belongings you had brought together. He just watched you. How you fiercely threw your things into your bag, not granting him one single view, not even an angered one.

Harry broke out of his frozen state as he saw how you pulled his yellow hoodie out of your bag in disgust.

“Hey! What are you doing?” he scoffed, bending down to grab it up from the hotel floor and placing it back into your bag only for you to throw it out again.

“Y/N! Stop it!” he tries it one again.

“I don’t want it. Keep it.”, you threw the yellow hoodie into Harry’s lap.

It was the first thing you put over your head when you arrived. It smelled like Harry and you loved how you drowned in it and Harry loved how you looked in it. So he told you that you should keep it and you happily agreed, immediately stuffing it deep into your suitcase. But now you didn’t want to have it. You don’t want to bring anything that reminds you of this horrible trip back home. It made you sick.

“Oh look, at least the fair lady can talk to me again.” Harry muttered underneath his breath, speaking just loud enough for you to hear the words.

“Excuse me?” you stood up, your hands resting on your hips. You couldn’t believe how bold he was.

“Yeah, you heard me right. How childish can you be? Not talking to me in front of everyone. Instead of just telling me what’s wrong.” Harry yelled back to you.

“Are you serious right now, Harry?” you laughed out in disbelieve.

“Yes, I am! Enlighten me!” Harry smiled deviously, he was well aware of the fact why you were so angry, but he couldn’t help himself.

“I can’t believe you Harry. Seriously, I don’t understand you at all. You promised me to fly back home with me tomorrow. You even told me that you booked your flight. And now I must learn through a friend of yours that you not just have decided to stay here for longer, but also decided for me that I don’t get to stay here with you. Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is for me?” you couldn’t help but raise your voice as tears started to dwell in your eyes. This was all too much for you.

“I wanted to tell you!” Harry blurted out, he knows that he isn’t handling the situation his best. Harry also knows that he did play you unfair and should ask for your forgiveness on his knees. But once again in his life, he was way too proud to admit it.

“When did you want to tell me?! When I’m sitting in the plane and it takes off with the seat next to me empty? You’re unbelievable” you just shook your head.

“No, of course not! Just tell me what you want me to say, Y/N. Just tell me, so I can say it and everything’s alright again” he mumbled, a hand running through his tousled hand. He was still exhausted from last night and he just wants to hold you close and cuddle a bit more, fighting with you really wasn’t on his agenda for his birthday.

Hell, of course he will jump on that damn plane with you tomorrow if it was that important, but you didn’t even give him a chance to make it up to you. If being without him is so devasting for you why didn’t you just tell him. He didn’t understand what the whole fuss was about.

“You don’t get it, do you? you ask him. You were confirmed in your assumption as you were met with an indeed puzzled looking Harry whose expression was so clueless and helpless.

“You really don’t get it.” You sat down on the bed in frustration, realization sinking in.

“This can’t be fixed with a simple sorry, Harry. Not this time. You always put yourself first and I can’t keep up with it anymore. I’m always the one who gets hurt and you come along and promise me some nothings and I say it’s alright because I do love you. But I don’t think you really do love me. If you loved me, then you wouldn’t hurt me all the time.” You took in a sharp breath as you looked up into Harry’s face for the first time since you started to pour your heart out.

His eyes widened with every word you have said. Your words ringing in his ears. This sounds bad, very bad.

“I need you, Harry. Especially right now. Everything is just too much and the only thing that got me through it all was you supporting me. And now I’m just hurting, I’m hurting so bad because I can’t keep living with sharing my boyfriend with the world. Sometimes Harry, I need you more than you think.”

“Y/N. Please.” He whispered, cutting through the silence that evolved the two of you, it already deemed him where this argument is meant to go.

“I can’t fly home asking myself when I will get to see your face again. If it’s in a month or three. I can’t. Maybe this whole thing with us is stupid.”, your heart broke more with every word that has slipped your mouth, hoping Harry would finally understand how bad you really were feeling. You heard how Harry let go of a deep breath he held in.

“No, it’s not. And you know that. You know I love you and you know I need you.” He whispered. “You didn’t even tell me that you feel that bad, you were always so chirpy on the phone when we talked. How am I supposed to know that you feel like shit back home?”

He walked closer to where you sat on the bed, sitting down on the floor in front of you.

“I’m sorry. Sometimes I’m too selfish, I know that. I’m just too proud to admit it. But I am. I hate being wrong, but I hate even more to see you sad.” He let the words of hurt and truth speak for him.

He’s never been a particular good talker. He poured his heart out into his songs, but today he had to. To make you understand that he never meant to hurt you. Never.

“I know a lot went wrong, but you need to tell me when something is bothering you. You always shut me out when your hurt and act as if nothing’s wrong. And it’s hard for me to see how you’re really feeling when I only get to hear your voice through a phone.” His ears were ringing from his own words and he felt a bit ashamed for how sensitive he was, but if it brings you back to him, it was worth it.

You nodded, you knew that you had a habit of shutting him out, not wanting to bother him with your worries when he was the one with the busy life.

Silence took over the both of you for a while, no one saying a word. You could hear the honking cars from outside. You played with your fingers and Harry picked his lip, like he always does when he’s nervous.

“What are we supposed do now?” you asked as you made up your mind. You loved Harry, with all of your heart and you know that Harry also loves you endlessly. In the end it would always be you two against the world and right now all you wanted was for Harry to hold you close and peck your tears away. To ensure you that you will be fine.

“Well, this isn’t how the weekend was supposed to work out. But it’s still my birthday weekend, and as you know all my wishes need to be fulfilled.” He looked up to you with a shy smile as you hugged your knees close to your chest, being grateful for his careful banter.

“And I do wish for a makeup kiss.” he opened his arms wide, inviting you to make yourself comfortable in them.

“And I also wish for you to sit next to me on our flight back home tomorrow.”

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A/N: Omg! I hope you liked it! I wrote this so quickly, so please be gentle with me. It‘s finals season but I still had to do it!!!! Love you all!!

#harry styles imagines #HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRYYYYYY #Harry Styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #one direction imagines

[yuhenglesbian]

Bad Coffee, Good Guys

Pairing: Cai Xukun x Reader 

Requested by: @yanjunify 

Prompt: First Time Flyer!Reader is nervous and her seatmate Xukun calms her down 

Genre: Fluff; University AU

Word Count: 1,996

A/N: Hey baby~ Congratulations on being done with your finals, I’m super glad and I’m sure you’ve done well. Here’s the fic you requested; I hope you’ll like it even though it’s not as good as the ZZT fic you wrote me. Have a safe flight and I hope you’ll have a nice seatmate! I love you 

P.S.: When will I learn how to name my fics well rip

“I’ll be fine mom,” you sighed into the phone for what felt like the thousandth in the week alone. “I’ve flown without her before,” you reassured your mother. “I’ll be okay.”

The said ‘her’– your closest friend at your university dorms– grinned at you when you got off the call. “She’s really worried, huh?”

You shook your head in disbelief. “You’d think we’ve never done this before,” you tell her and she just laughed– you couldn’t help but join in.

“I can’t believe you’re going to leave me at this hellhole for two whole days,” you tell her once you’re both done laughing and have started packing once again. “What am I even going to do?”

Your friend only smile and shook her head. “You’ve got to do some things alone, my bub,” she told you half jokingly, patting your shoulder encouragingly. “Who asked you to finish your internships so late?”

You pulled your best ugly face at her. “That is hardly my fault,” you whined, making her laugh as you zipped up her bags, after checking up that she had everything she would need for the flight. “You’re all set to go,” you said, getting up to hug her. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too,” she said, sincerely. It would be the first time since you’d both entered the university that the both of you wouldn’t be going home together– a reality you’d both been lamenting since the day after her parents sent emergency tickets for her along with a long call telling her how they needed her back early because her older sister was coming back after years.

“What will I do on the flight without you?” she asked you, once you’d both broken the hug. “I can’t even sleep because my pillow won’t be there,” she said, patting your shoulder.

It was your turn to laugh. “Suffer,” you told her mischievously, “this is what you get for leaving me behind here for two whole days.”

She squinted her eyes at you, faking anger and shook her head before hugging you one last time before her 4 AM flight tomorrow. “Good night, Y/N,” she said. “I’ll send you pictures when I’m home.” “You do that and I’ll block you on every account I have,” you said laughing– your laugh resonating in the almost empty corridor of your floor reminding you that you were one of the last people left here for the summers. “Call me when you’re home.”

***

You checked your phone to confirm your worst fear– you’d definitely reached the airport with four hours to waste until your flight; silently you cursed yourself for letting your family convince you that the traffic in your city “would definitely make you late, Y/N; you need to leave with a lot of time to spare.”

You sighed once again at the extremely fresh memory of your mother’s last call just a little more than an hour ago as you were leaving the dormitories and walked towards the check-in line– not like you had anything else to do, now that you were here.

You looked around studying the people checking in while you waited for your turn, sending in silent prayers to which ever supreme power was listening to not let you have a creep for a seatmate. The prayers were almost desperate as the line proceeded–  the airport seemed full of creeps today.

“Is this your first time flying?” someone asked from behind and you almost jumped. Turning around to the person, you were pleasantly surprised to see a gentle looking boy with bleached hair–  you tried not to judge him for it–  looking at you concerned at your reaction. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologised, smiling sheepishly and you couldn’t help but be at least slightly charmed by it.

“Yeah, sort of–  it’s my first time flying alone,” you answered, returning his smiled. “And it’s fine–  I just wasn’t paying attention so I’m at fault.”

“It’s okay,” he said, his smile not disappearing. “Good luck with your first flight alone–  they’re usually the worst,” he wished as the both of you went to separate check-in counters.

You couldn’t help but hope he would be your seatmate. Or someone as nice as him, you thought glumly because the chances of him being on the same flight were slim–  no one came four hours in advance to domestic flights.

***

The four hours passed easily as you found a cafe and got immersed in the novel you’d picked up just yesterday for the sake of having something to do on the flight. You didn’t even realize how much time had passed until your phone’s alarm rang reminding you that it was time to proceed to the boarding area.

You marked your page and sighed picking up your hand luggage–  which was just a backpack with all your summer reads and your laptop.

You looked around as you made your way to boarding, trying to make a final assessment of how your fellow travellers were and you couldn’t help but be slightly disappointed that there was hardly anyone who seemed to be of your own age– you could only hope your seatmate wouldn’t be some creepy middle-aged man like the ones you’d noticed at the cafe and hopefully a nice old lady.

Once you’d found your seat, you settled down and returned to the book until a voice distracted you again. You looked up from your book to see the boy from the check-in line smiling at you. “Looks like we meet again,” he said, putting his luggage in the overhead cabin and taking his seat next to you. “I’m Cai Xukun,” he added after a pause, “now that we’ve met twice the same day, it’s fate’s decree. I’m sort of glad now that I came to the airport so early.”

“Y/N,” you answered. “And was that a flirt?” you added smirking slightly– a part of you wondering where the confidence came from.

He shrugged in reply and returned your smirk with a smile of his own. “Maybe it was,” he replied, making you blush as he started on the book he had with him.

***

“How’s the solo flying looking so far?” he asked after a while.

“Good so far,” you answered. “Hopefully taking off will be fine as well,” you mumbled to yourself.

“Are you scared of flying?” he asked you– part concerned and part curious.

You nodded an affirmative. “I get sort of airsick during takeoffs,” you told him, honestly– his chatty nature making it easy for you to talk to him. “My friend usually distracts me when we fly together but she’s not here this time so,” you trailed off, sighing.

“Aah, I see.”

You find yourself flushing due to embarrassment as silence sets in between the two of you. “I’m sorry about rambling so much,” you say after a few moments.

Xukun looks at you, wide-eyed in confusion and you have take a few moments to come to terms with how huge his eyes are. “Oh no,” he says. “I was just wondering if it would be too prying if I asked you why your friend isn’t here this time– because you’ve mentioned her twice to me and then I got distracted.”

His honest response makes you giggle and Xukun is relieved that he hasn’t made things too awkward. “She went home early this time because she finished earlier,” you tell him. “We have different majors so our schedules didn’t coordinate.”

“Oh, what’s your major?” he asked curiously. “If you don’t mind me asking.” “Oh no, I don’t,” you smiled. “I’m a psychology major. What’s yours? You’re also in uni right?”

“Yeah,” he smiled, “theatre major. What’s it like being a psych major?”

“Not at all like it’s hyped up to be,” you sighed, “but it’s interesting even if it’s hectic. How’s it like being an theatre major?”

“Dramatically tough.” He shook his head. “I took a liberal arts course because I didn’t want to be too stressed– big mistake.”

“University generally is a big mistake,” you replied shaking your head and he nodded in agreement just as the transmitters crackled with the captain’s in-flight announcement before he passed it to the head flight attendant to talk about the safety procedures before the plane began its course on the runway before taking off.

“Well fuck,” you breathed, fastening your seatbelt making Xukun laugh. You looked at him confused and slightly offended at him seemingly laughing at your predicament.

“You’re really scared, aren’t you?” he asked, looking back at you intently. You nodded, unable to speak and taken over by shyness due to his complete focus on you.

“It’ll be okay,” he said. “Obviously that doesn’t make things better but like we’ll take off sooner than you think and I’ll be here if it gets too bad, yeah?”

You gulped and took a deep breath in. “Thank you,” you said.

He smiled gently. “You don’t have to thank me. I have a friend at uni who gets car-sick so I can imagine what it must be like for you.”

“W-would you tell me more about this friend?” you asked shakily, your stomach getting queasy as the plane began its ascent. “If you don’t mind, that is. It’ll keep me distracted.”

“Sure,” he said smiling. “He has some pretty interesting escapades at the dorms,” he added, grinning widely at the memory and making you smile back at him shakily by the sheer beauty of his smile and he began narrating tales after tales about his friend.

The take off went pretty smoothly– by the fifth “Tales of Cai Xukun’s Best Friend” as he called them, your stomach was hurting from laughing too much and not from the too intense desire to throw up. The two-hour flight also went by too smoothly and– in your opinion– too soon.

So when the transmitters crackled again with the pilot announcing that you would be landing soon, you found yourself feeling sort of sad. Usually, you’d be really happy that your way-above-sea-level ordeal had ended but this time it also meant that your time with Xukun had also ended and you weren’t really ready to part ways with your new sort-of-crush so soon.

“Wow,” Xukun said once the announcement was over, “that went by faster than it usually does.”  

You nodded. “Tell me about it,” you said, trying hard to hide your disappointment. “Seems like Fate only decreed this much time for us,” you smiled, referring to his earlier flirting– or what you thought was flirting, it was right?

“Seems like it,” he agreed returning your smile. “Or you could take me out for coffee once we’ve landed and we could give Fate a big fuck you,” he offered.

You looked at him wide-eyed wondering if you’d heard right. “I mean, only if you want,” he added, hastily reading your shock as a rejection– his ears turning a burning red. “You don’t have if you don’t want to of course but like if you wanted to, I mean– I would like that but if you wouldn’t then–”

“Xukun, I’d like to take you out for coffee,” you said, laughing slightly at how flustered he seemed to have gotten. “I owe you a thank you for being there for me during the flight so…”

“Oh, yeah okay. I meant to imply a date,” he mumbled almost to himself and you could feel your own cheeks getting hot at the idea of a date with him.

“I’d like a date too,” you said, your cheeks turning crimson as he looked at you surprised. “We can figure out a way for me to thank you over the summer but a date sounds nice for now.”

Xukun grinned, his ears still pretty red from the earlier shyness which was fast fading. “Give me your number over coffee and we have ourselves a deal.”

“Sure,” you replied, “but you find us a nice cafe because airport cafes have terrible coffees.”

#cai xukun #kunkun #xukun #idol producer #iqiyi idol producer #idol producer imagines #idol producer scenarios #nine percent #nine percent imagines #nine percent fics #nine percent scenarios #fluff #so much fluff #university!au #cai xukun fluff #theatre major!xukun #flight mate au! #is that even a thing lol #nine percent fluff #xukun fluff #fic request #late response #ask #mutuals 💕 #i hope you like it baby #you deserve like wayyy more than this fic but ily and im incompetent #chen linong #fan chengcheng #huang minghao #justin huang

[gingilocks101]

A Letter to a Poor Role Model

Dear D,

Sometimes I wish you were more dislikeable, because then when I complain about you, I wouldn't feel the need to clarify that I do like you. You're a lot like a girl I knew in second year in that regard: you're nice, but I have to like you at arm's length (and not just because there are social distancing restrictions in place).

I don't want to go to the pub with you, and not just because there’s a pandemic going on, because I didn’t enjoy going to the pub with you before everything went to Hell in a hand basket. Nor it is because I dislike the pub. I don't actually dislike pubs, but the group of people whose company I would enjoy in a pub is made up of three non-drinkers and two who barely drink at all. And if 5 of you are drinking soft drinks, you're far better off in a café, or a nice restaurant, or just someone's sitting room. It’s a much nicer environment: you can actually talk to each other without having to half-shout over screeching hen parties. No, I hate going to the pub with you because you're just so damn boring! From my perspective, going to the pub with you is either an evening of listening to you discuss obscure Roman history with J, a topic that I can't join in with, or listening to you bang on about politics and how much you hate Jeremy Corbyn. And inevitably, you’ll wind up rambling on about how you’re so autistic that you think people who cry at funerals are just embarrassing themselves, which I know isn’t even true so I don’t know why you’re trying to pretend it is. You're just trying to live a stereotype, and I don't understand why, but you have to stop. And when (if) I am included in your conversations, it's either to mansplain my degree at me, or to use me as a free therapist. Just because you’re interested in history doesn’t mean that you are the sole authority on everything that has ever happened anywhere. And why is it that when J goes to the toilet or up to the bar, you suddenly switch from Rome to going on about your abusive mother and how it's impacted your romantic life? Or how depressed you are because you hate your job, but you won’t find another one unless it’s with the police? Like, holy misogyny Batman! Women don't exist to be emotional crutches for men. Just because I'm a close female friend doesn't mean I'm your emotional outlet, that shit is Super Unhealthy. I love you, but get a fucking therapist, not an English Lit postgrad.

Besides, a lot of what you think you know about me seems to be based on stereotypes of women from the 1970s. I am not your emotional outlet to dump on. I don’t really give two shits about your romantic life. I’m fairly unmoved by other people’s relationships and romance, and I’m certainly not interested in guiding you through a romantic relationship because you don't communicate with your partner. Stop it. Grow up. And it bothers me, because all this shit with your dating life started being annoying when you didn't stop asking me how cute I thought you were with B. Constantly asking me “Aren’t we a cute couple?” whilst insisting you weren’t really dating, doing an odd little dance for six whole fucking months. I didn’t even know B, but obviously in your mind I knew exactly how she felt about everything because I am a woman, and all women are the same. I mean, come on, seriously? Fucking seriously? That attitude is what is embarrassing, not people who cry at funerals. But out of this whole “please jump in and sort out my love life because you’re a female and my abusive childhood has ruined my ability to connect to women” fuckery you keep pulling, the worst moment was when you developed a crush on little Je. You saw a pretty girl who I vaguely knew, and suddenly my loose friendship with her was transformed into some sort of reconnaissance mission to “assess her” as a potential girlfriend for you. That is one of the most fucked up things you’ve done. It doesn’t help that the girl in question was a twenty-year-old in her second year of undergraduate study, whilst you graduated university about eight or nine years ago. I don’t care how mature you think all university students are, you can’t try and date a twenty-year-old when you’re almost thirty. Undergraduates and other people in their late teens or early twenties are off limits to all those in their mid-to-late twenties or older. They’re only just learning how to sail their ships, whilst you’ve been living independently for almost ten years. I know you think you're still a student, babe, but to put it in perspective, when you started uni all those years ago, she was still in primary school. Primary school. Then, when you graduated university, you finished with a degree and a hangover, while she hadn’t even started her GCSEs. And you have to stop intentionally misunderstanding me every time I mention the large age gaps that you seem to pursue, because you only hear “large age gaps are the problem”. You need to open your eyes to the true issue here. Large age gaps aren’t the problem: large age gaps in your twenties are. If you were both ten years older, so you were thirty-nine and she were thirty or thirty-one, it wouldn’t matter. But she isn’t thirty. She is twenty years old, and she is still a student. You even met her in your capacity as a staff member. That’s enough to set off anyone’s alarm bells, but you just shrugged it off and looked for a loophole in the university’s guidelines.

All of which really leads me to the crux of the matter: the fact you still view yourself as a student. I spoke to P yesterday because the uni are advertising for "learning facilitators" and it's right up my alley. I spoke to Is this afternoon, and she agrees. But I'm worried, because I'm scared that if I don't detach from the uni soon, when I try to leave later, the anxiety will be too debilitating. And because, in the immortal words of Good Charlotte, I don't ever wanna be you, don't wanna be just like you... I look at your life, and I don’t want it. I see you boasting on Facebook about getting ID'd whilst buying whiskey, and asking people if they think you look young because you’re trying desperately to still be viewed as a student. I see you trying to date second year undergraduates, claiming the age gap doesn’t matter since you’re “both independent, mature adults”, and refusing to see why others may find it a bit creepy. I see you trapped in a job that you don’t like because you’ve been there too long, been at the university too long, but you still won’t even take steps to leave unless it’s to move straight into your dream job. I see you complaining about how much you hate your job whilst continuing to spend all your time in the university environment, refusing to even entertain the idea of having a social life which is not entirely connected to the university and its student population. I see your life and I don’t want it. I see your life and I am terrified that it’ll be mine.

When H suggested that you do something to boost your CV, like volunteering with the Scouts, a thing you would probably excel at, you said no. You said that adding something else to your social diary would mean that something else had to give, and you couldn’t give up your Monday night because you were always tired from the start of the working week. You can’t volunteer on a Tuesday evening because that’s when you socialise with all your friends (the students) over a homemade meal. You couldn’t give up a Wednesday evening because that’s when the university holds chapel services. Thursday evenings aren’t free because that’s when the university choir has practice. Fridays and Saturdays you spend your nights in the pub, and on Sunday evenings you’re in attendance at the university’s Catholic society. You spend all of your life in the same place, surrounded by the same people, and you won’t give up on any of it, then wonder why you’re always so miserable and hate work so much. And then you claim to be someone who is incredibly self-aware...

I worry about you, but I can't be responsible for you. Nor can I live my life like you. This job would be so good for me: it’s exactly what I want to do in the future, but I can do it now in a department I know very well, and without doing a PhD first. Luckily, P says that as long as I'm as self-aware as you think you are, I should avoid inheriting the curse that seems to plague you. Because if I'm this aware of everything that could happen (I didn't mention that that's an anxiety thing too) before I've even applied for a job, then I should be fine. After all, I don't need to accept the job if it's offered to me, but if I don't apply, then I'll never know. So I'll apply and cross that bridge when it comes (if it comes).

Please don't be hurt by what I've said. I mean it with kindness. You're my friend and I care about you, but you are not forever 21. You’re almost thirty years old, still trying to fit in with the latest crop of 20-year-olds, and it’s really time for you to grow up now. Look into your heart, and you will see that I’m right.

May the Lord bless you and keep you, until we meet again.

Love always,

Hannah

#gingilocks101 #gingilocks writes letters #if your life functions as a warning to others #it's probably time to make a change

[pinksausageduo]

us + our cat = our little family

member: kang daniel  genre: fluffy summary: you’re spending your holidays working at a pet rescue centre what happens when a gorgeous random guy comes and adopts your favourite kitten? requested: yes

it was the summer holidays and you were staying with your grandparents at their beach house

you loved it your grandparents were the best

you were walking around the area where you see a pet rescue centre which was opening for temporary hiring

the moment you saw it you dashed into the rescue centre

the thing is you absolutely adored animals

but unfortunately your dorm didn’t allow pets which is why you never got a pet

you took nearly any chance to be with animals

but around your area there was no pet shops or rescue centres so cri no animals

you talked to the manager telling him you'll be here for around two months and after a brief interview he hired you

the pay was low but you were fine with it since you had no friends and you had nothing to do except go to the beach and do homework

*one month later*

the job at the rescue centre was amazing

your job was to take care of animals and nurse them back to health

if you weren't at the rescue centre you were at the beach or studying

at the rescue centre you've basically adopted one of the cats

she was so cute and adorable and you do not get how she was abandoned on the street

she was super young and sooo cuddly and had fluffy grey and white fur 

when she was first brought in she was so skinny and bony and she looked so sick

you nursed her back to health and she became very attached to you 

you were the only one that she’d be fine with cuddling and petting 

she’d usually nip someone else if they try to 

you loved her so much and you couldn’t bear the thought of parting with her or her getting adopted by someone else other than you

since you rescued her on the night of the full moon you named her luna

one day your grandma got sick and your grandpa was out of town

so you called the rescue centre saying you couldn’t come in today

they were completely fine with it wishing your grandma a speedy recovery

you nursed her back to health for a date which mostly consisted her of pestering you about not getting a boyfriend lol grandma wait like two weeks she’ll have on by then

and her sharing stories from when she was younger and talking about your and her life in general 

she got better the next day so you went to work  

when you arrive at work your coworker who you were pretty close to you came running up to you, panting even though she barely ran that is me

she huffed her sentence out 

“luna is going to be adopted by this guy that came in yesterday, he played with her and stayed at the centre for a while and unlike everyone else she didn’t nip him once and cuddled and played with him”

“WHAT??!!!” you screamed (not too loudly tho because you didn’t what to get fire)

your thoughts running a million miles an hour 

who is this guy and how bloody dare he try to adopt luna

and why is luna so nice him cause you and him are soulmates

after freaking out and getting mad 

you realised you were never gonna adopt luna in the first place

and she deserves a loving caring owner

you went to see her so you can cuddle with her one last time before she gets adopted

when she saw you she meowed and you scratched her chin and you started patting her she purred happily

you held her close and you said to her “yah, luna apparently you were being nice to this random guy, do you not love me anymore”

luna in perfect timing nudged your finger in a way to say no

you smiled sweetly and kept on talking

“but i’m glad you’re going to a loving and caring owner, i wonder what he’s like? who is he?”

just at that moment you heard a cough, you whisked your head around

and there was a guy around your age, you won’t deny it 

he was gorgeous

with light brown tousled hair and warm brown eyes

he also had the cutest smile ever

your heart couldn’t help skipping a beat 

“that’ll be me?” he said answering with a cute smile and his hand up 

his hand was also rubbing his neck so you could see his defined arm muscles and his broad shoulders

you internally died who wouldn’t tho

“hey, my name is daniel and you must be the employee who cares for luna, it’s nice to meet you” he said while approaching you

“hi daniel, my name is y/n, i’ve been caring for luna since she came to the rescue centre, uhhh by the way did you hear all that?” you replied blushing 

he cheekily grinned “yup i did, it’s cute though but you’re welcome to visit luna anytime-wait let me give you my address” he quickly scribbled down his address and gave it to you

you stuttered “th-thank you so much, it really means a lot”  

you then beamed up at him which made him blush cutely

“you could also visit me as well” he said with a flirtatious wink

you blushed so hard and you couldn’t calm your racing heart

“that would be really nice, thanks daniel” you said with a sweet smile

he slightly blushed because he couldn’t help but appreciate how good his name sounded when you said it

he thought snap out of it daniel you just met just don’t make a fool out of yourself ignore the butterflies and keep the conversation going 

“but i’m only staying near here for one more month since i need to get back to university” daniel said in an apologetic voice 

“oh it’s fine, i need to go back to uni after a month too, which one do you go to?” you replied

“yonsei university” he said a bit hopefully

“wait actually so do i?!” you exclaimed

 “really?! then you can sometimes visit my apartement which i share with my roomate seongwoo and can visit luna.” he said grinning 

“wait, you’re daniel, seongwoo’s best friend, this is crazy, seongwoo is one of my best friends he’s always talking about you and how much we should meet” you said with a chuckle thinking of seongwoo’s crazy antics

“haha, you must be y/n he always talks about how great you are. he’s right by the way but he forgot to mention how beautiful you are.” he said smirking lightly as you blushed tomato red

YES SMOOTH DANIEL!! he basically screamed internally and damn she looks so cute blushing he thought and before he knew it words came tumbling out of his mouth

“uhhhh y/n are you free tonight? because if you are, do you want to come over at like 6 and we can have pizza and play with luna?” he asked nervously losing all the confidence he had 0.2 seconds ago 

“is this a date?” you asked teasingly to try and mask your absolute smile of joy

“no-uh-maybe uhh actually yes?” daniel rambled

“get me margherita pizza it’s my favourite, here’s luna, i’ll see you tonight” you said with a cute little wink while passing over luna

luna meowed as you passed her over to daniel, his face lightened up and eskimo kissed luna and then he beamed at you

your heart just melted because they looked so adorable

after you handed luna over, you basically ran out of the room because if you didn’t you probably would of died because your heart was beating that fast

*date night*

since it was a really low key date you tried to look cute but didn’t try too hard

you wore these black high waisted loose shorts with a cropped flowy top which was off the shoulder and your hair was down in beachy waves

you rung the doorbell at exactly 6 

daniel opened the door and damn he looked so good

in a tight white t shirt which was accentuated his shoulders and black basketball shorts 

he grinned at you his adorable bunny smile and commented

“wow, couple outfits huh? but you look gorgeous” 

“you don’t look too bad yourself” you said with a playful smirk

he invited you in and told you to make yourself comfortable and that’ll he get pizza and drinks

you snuggled into the couch wrapped in fluffy blankets and you heard a meow

it was luna you grinned and played with her and petted her

daniel was just admiring you and luna and how cute you guys looked

he sat down very close to you and set the pizza down, margherita of course, and the two cokes

you smiled at him and said “you remembered” “of course i did”

he looks at you and you realise how close your faces are 

but of course luna ruins the moment by butting in and laying on daniel’s lap

you see his face light up and he plays with her and pets her adorably 

then you start fighting for luna’s attention and it just ends up with luna being super confused and conflicted on who to go to 

daniel and you kept on playfully shoving each other and sticking your tongues out

one time as you were about to shove daniel he leans back too much and you end up on top of him

he smirks at you and you blush

and before you know it he’s leaning in and you are as well

the kiss was soft and gentle at first but then it became more rough and passionate as daniel deepened the kiss 

he took the lead and before you know it you ended up making out

you both stopped for air and both of you grinned at each other

you suggest “how about we watch the movie” because if you kept on going you don’t think you guys could stop 

he nods and turns on the tv 

he wraps his arm around you and you lean into his shoulder

as the movie goes on you end up full on cuddling with him 

you and him taking turns on giving luna pats and holding hands

whispering comments about the movies in each other ears

daniel occasionally kissing you on the forehead really sweetly and you grinning back up at him

the movie ends and you’ve finished all the food 

you both leave because he insists walking you home as you reach your front doorstep he kisses you super softly 

“goodnight, sweetheart” he whispers, his warm gorgeous brown eyes staring into yours

you blush and smile back at him and peck his cheek “sweet dreams daniel”

anyways these type of nights become super regular

you introduce him to your grandparents and your grandpa and especially your grandma heartily approve

you both love luna so much and you’re so happy he was the one who ended up adopting her

you become properly official after two weeks after a lot beach dates and midnight cuddles with luna 

you both return back to university which just ends up with seongwoo teasing both of you constantly 

you, him and luna are just like a small adorable family that loves each other so much

JUST WANT TO SAY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 230 NOTES ON MY GUANLIN SCENARIO!!! like what i do not understand you guys are amazing thank you sooooo much i loveeee you all. i’m trying to post everyday to try and build my blog a bit, even though i only have three pieces of writing do you think i should do a masterlist? also i completely give up on short bullet point scenarios because i always feel like something’s missing. so here’s another long one BUT GIVE LUNA SOME LOVEE!

#wanna one #produce 101 #produce 101 season 2 #wanna one imagines #wanna one scenarios #produce 101 imagines #produce 101 scenarios #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kang daniel #daniel #wanna one daniel #kang daniel scenarios #kang daniel imagines #ong seongwoo #daniel+cats will be the death of me

[ac-ars]

What if I want to watch (with) you forever?

you can find literally everything here, because i finished writing it like three minutes ago, my lazy ass couldn’t manage yesterday so 

also sorry for all jumping from scene to scene here

other ficweek fics

DAY 5: “We both came here to buy the same movie but there is only one dvd left let’s split the cost and watch it together I have popcorn at home”

What if I want to watch (with) you forever?

Matteo has met many people in his life in the most random situations. He bumped into Gastón first day of high school (that's pretty romantic, yes), he skated into Ámbar in Roller few weeks later. He met Nina when he casually crashed at Gastón’s place interrupting them in the middle of very passionate scrabble game and startled poor girl so much that she jumped along with the board, so the game was bound to end.

But the way he met Luna Valente was even weirder and less expected than water on Mars.

They started in pretty impolite way and it all because of one movie.

He missed the premiere when he was in Italy at this series of fancy family meetings and he forgot. He forgot well enough that person who reminded him like year later was Ámbar. She watched it with her boyfriend and posted it on facebook of course, the extra ass she is.

Matteo is very lazy person when it comes to such mundane things as movie, so he didn't bother himself with searching alone, not to mention downloading it. So he, being Matteo Balsano, preferred having the movie searched for him - he can do this, get the movie, put the disc into dvd player and give it to Gastón as soon as he watches it, because there's no way he'd be attached to something so unimportant.

That was what he decided to do in this beautiful rainy afternoon after classes. Go to the store, get the dvd and ignore people for one great evening.

But he wasn't the only one to have this idea.

Just as he said, he went to closest to uni store with all electronic shit and asked the employee about the movie. He looked at Matteo with completely done eyes, why would Matteo care though? He is going to pay for that so rolling eyes at customer is very rude.

Anyway, Balsano still follows him towards the dvds part. It's not that popular one since online cinemas and torrents, so there is just one person watching around. Matteo doesn't care about the girl until the employee - Pedro, as his tag says - turns to him and points at small brunette.

“She has the last copy we have in the store,” he whispers close to Matteo, definitely interrupting his personal space.

Italian just shakes his head and moves away to approach the girl. She smells nice- that’s the first thought that hits him. Something like fresh flowers and rain, but that’s not what he came here for. He peeks her over her arm; brunette is holding two dvds in her small hands. One is his very movie and the other one is some musical his mother adores.

“Could you please stop staring?” the girl mumbles not even looking at him.

“I’m not staring at you.” Matteo snorts. As if he’d be interested in her, ridiculous.

Brunette turns to him eventually with big frown and pout on her lips.

Well, now he is interested.

This long dark hair he did find too long at first is falling softly around her face with delicate, almost straight waves. With his knowledge he can guess she straightened her hair this morning, but the humidity and rain curled it a little.

Those green eyes looking at him with accuse seem to be ordinary at first sight, but there is something there. When he stares longer he notices other shades of green and immediately craves to count all of them. Her pouting lips slowly turn into small line taking all of his focus.

“I saw you were staring, your face was lowkey showing in the dvd cover.” She crosses her arms and her look is demanding explanation.

“It’s just…” Matteo hesitates for a second. “The movie, I want the movie.”

“But I have it, so there’s no way you are getting it.” Brunette shakes her head, making her hair bounce around her blushed cheeks.

He growls feeling Pedro’s eyes at them, but says nothing except looking at the girl with annoyed eyes. Eventually he sighs and looks at the ceiling. “Just let me buy the movie, you had two in your hands so you still can have the other.”

“I was first, so I’m gonna buy whichever I want and leave while you go to the book part and look for the one ‘How to be nice person’. Okay?”

Matteo blinks at her offended and decides he needs to give up talking to this weirdo before she sends him to hell or something. (He would pull her down with him and enjoy hell as much as possible though.)

With a sigh he turns to Pedro who's been keeping an eye on them. “I'll pay double for that, I just want a movie.”

Before employee manages to react at this the tiny brunette is in front of Matteo again with fire in her eyes and he knows that he probably crossed the line here.

She takes deep breath and the glare gets even more deadly. “Listen, you-” she pokes his chest with corner of dvd box. “Don't think that your fancy ass can buy my movie. I saw it first, took it with my hands first and I'm gonna buy this one as first, while you can be the first to leave me alone and find some other person to throw your spoiled nerves at.” As soon as she's done she turns around hitting his face with her hair and her scent and quickly goes to the cashier.

Matteo blinks completely stunned by the situation and looks at Pedro who's as confused as him. His eyes also seems asking to leave him alone so that's what Balsano does, still all speechless.

He isn't sure how he leaves the store but he notices the brunette looking for something in her shopper bag. This is probably the most stupid thing he does today, but he feels super bad.

His feet lead him towards her before he manages to think. “Hello.”

Brunette looks up at him with disgust. “What do you want, snob?”

There's something cute in her face when he looks at her for some amount of time. “I have popcorn at my place,” he blurts.

She crosses her arms. “Well, congratulations. Do you want a medal or something?”

“No, no,” he shakes his head. “I just want to watch a movie. You have the movie and I have popcorn and big tv at home.”

“I hope you know how it sounds. Do you want to show me kittens in the basement? Or your knife collection? Sorry, I'm not interested.”

The girl tries to go away but he takes her hand. “Caramel popcorn, please.”

She pouts and looks like she's considering that.  After that her eyes half close and he feels uncomfortable when she's looking at him like this.

“You better have caramel popcorn and tea at your place. And you will drive me home later.”

“If you want to go home later.” Matteo smirks automatically, because his conquering part woke back up.

She giggles covering her mouth. “I'm Luna.”

Luna. Pretty.

“I'm Matteo.” Luna's smile almost blinds him.

“I know that.” She shrugs and turns back to her purse. He stares at her with opened mouth. “You are Ámbar’s best friend, chill I'm not a stalker.”

Luna is rambling all the way to his home. He is driving and answering her every single time she asks about something or he just smiles when she squeals scrolling through his spotify list.

She also doesn't stop herself from expressing her disbelief in his assholeness making him almost giggle, but here it ends.

He knows he can at least make some fun if her, idea hits him in elevator and he can't keep grin out of his mouth. Matteo leads her slowly to his apartment listening about how she likes high places and asks if he has a balcony.

Italian opens the door with a key and as soon as they are inside he yells: “Lyra, I'm home!”

Just as he expected Luna frowns, stops taking off her jacket and asks with surprised voice. “Is that your girlfriend?”

He grins almost not stopping all waves of laugh. “She thinks that, I'm sure.”

Brunette looks even less comfortable, but Lyra runs to him quickly, probably she was sleeping before and he's gonna get scolded by her.

Luna looks at him all done, though she changes her face before crouching to the cat, (yes, cat), and picks her up. Matteo's eyes widen in confusion when Lyra meows at Luna and nuzzles under her chin. “I think your girlfriend likes me.”

“She doesn't like anyone, really.” He shakes his head.

“Well, I'm sorry to crash your idea, but she likes me.” Luna turns to the cat with soft smile. “You like me, don't you, pretty girl?”

Lyra bumps her nose with brunette’s cheek.

“I love caramel popcorn.” Luna mumbles with her mouthful of it. Matteo just looks at her with soft smile; it's been like an hour since they met and yet he knows he likes her enough to accept the possibility of Luna throwing popcorn around his clean living room.

“Oh I guessed that when you accepted my offer as soon as you heard of it,” he chuckles messing with her hair and she - surprisingly - lets him.

He notices she looks for the darkest popcorn in the bowl, the most wrapped in caramel and when she picks it up she turns to him. “Open your mouth.”

“What?”

She just nods raising her eyebrows. “Come on, I'm willing to give you the most caramel one so accept or I'm gonna feel offended.”

Next chuckle leaves his lips but he does as she says. It's not that bad, but well. “I'm sorry to burn down the picture for you, but I don't really like caramel popcorn.”

Luna looks at him like he's an alien. “So why do you have it?”

“Because my friends love it.”

She awws, her eyes soften. “That was cute. Now, focus on the movie.”

“Look, what he's gonna do now, Matteo.” She whispers dramatically to his ear between bites of popcorn as they are sitting close to each other on the couch.

Apparently Luna has no idea what could personal space be, but when it comes to her he doesn't really mind; why would he mind having pretty girl presses against him? Not gonna happen.

“How many times have you watched this one?” He asks playing with her hair and tangling it around his fingers. That gives him ideas, but he pushes them all back somewhere to his head.

“Many, and yet definitely not enough.” Brunette giggles making her arm brush with his. As much as he hates people he doesn't know much touching him, he would let Luna do everything. “That's why I wanted it for myself, to watch it anytime.”

Before the door closes on the tv she pauses the.movie. “Matteo, could you make me some tea if it's not a trouble?”

“Sure, come with me.” He nods and gets up reaching for her hand completely casual. She doesn't say a word and he knows she's watching his place carefully.

Damn, he doesn't mind her at all here, even if she jumps on the counter and starts swaying her legs.

“How do you know me, little lady?” Luna scrunches her nose in this adorable way at his nickname, but it's already stuck in his head.

“I told you. You are Ámbar’s best friend.”

“Then how do you know Ámbar?” Matteo rolls his eyes making her laugh.

Brunette sighs playing with the spoon he left next to her cup. “I’m the new Benson mascot, I guess. That’s very weird story.”

He notices she doesn't want to talk about it, playing nervously with her necklace, so he lets her ditch the topic. But she continues.

“Ámbar doesn't like talk about her other friends much, about you she just said that you are dumb.” She cracks a smile that turns into giggle while he frowns offended.

“I'm not dumb. She's just an asshole.”

“Then now I know why you are friends.” Luna sticks her tongue out at him as he pours hot water into her cup with teabag shaking his head by the way.

“Oh my stars, he really killed the kid.” Matteo stares with wide eyes at the tv and then at Luna. “That was super rude.”

Brunette wraps her arm around his shoulders and pats his chest with second of her hands. “I know, but it's just a movie, Matteo get over it.”

He sighs pouting at her. “You are rude too. I'm sure you left some wound on my chest with this box.”

“You are either being dramatic or want me to undress you to check that,” she states playfully, moving her hair behind her ear.

Matteo shakes his head at her. “Shut up. Do you want to see second part? I've heard it's already online.” Ehh, now he's gonna google the movie just for a girl.

“It's already late, I don't want to sit on your head whole Friday.”

“That would be interesting, though.” Italian laughs and she hits him with the pillow. “Come on, I wanna know what's gonna be in second part.”

Luna sighs, but his eyes and Lyra walking over her lap to cuddle eventually convince her.

She nods and he claps his hands before going to his bedroom for laptop. He leaves it on the shelf under the tv to connect them and Luna probably notices that his laptop was expensive, because she murmurs something like fancy ass.

“You like this fancy ass, don't deny.” He shots before he can think and she the only answer he gets is her blush.

“Can I get more popcorn?” Matteo almost drops the laptop.

Luna, probably just like Lyra, is ultimate cuddler. Matteo notices that not immediately, neither at the second thought, but he eventually discovers that she involuntarily moves closer to him. Maybe it could be also because she was cold, yet whenever he offered her something to warm up she declined mumbling him to keep watching. He feels like a kid when he tries to wrap his arm around her and pull her closer, but, bless the stars, she doesn't kick him; on the contrary actually. Her head rests on his shoulder without stopping eating the popcorn. At some point Matteo just asks her to give him some and she has less than zero problems with feeding him even if her fingers brush his mouth not once, not twice.

They exchange opinions and random comments, sometimes choking on laugh and sometimes on the popcorn.

“That was super hot, wasn't it?” She asks.

“Yeah, I wish I could kill zombie like this,” he answers playing with her hair again.

“It's not a zombie, silly, how you've been watching this movie and earlier one?” Giggle leaves her mouth and it's contagious enough for Matteo to start laughing as well. “Maybe Ámbar is right after all.”

Balsano moves his eyes to her, she's definitely closer than it would be considered as normal. “What?”

“Maybe you are dumb.” Her face is serious as hell so he doesn't get at first what she said.

“The only dumb you can use while describing me is in ‘he makes people dumb for him’, but not about me, little lady.”

Luna shuts him up with popcorn. “Whatever makes you feel better.”

“Oh shut up and watch how she fights with zombies.”

“They aren't-” This time he's the one to throw popcorn into her mouth.

“I hate her.” Luna mumbles. “Did you just see what I saw?”

Matteo shakes his head in disbelief. “They made out and she betrayed them all. Damn, I didn't expect that.”

“I need something to focus on, because I will get angry soon.” She growls looking for popcorn, but they've eaten everything.

He gets another stupid idea this day, but who cares? “I can distract you.”

“You can?” Brunette doesn't seem convinced.

Italian hums and when she nods he just takes her chin pulling her lips to his.

That escalated quickly.

Her lips are slow and he has no idea how to kiss slow. Luna kisses him back though, and he doesn't want her to stop so he accepts the pace she picked wondering how much he can allow himself. He also wonders if she really is into kissing on first date even if first date isn't any date; no matter what they are kissing now, her hands are around his neck and it doesn't seem like she is willing to stop.

Matteo brushes his fingers up her spine tangling them with her hair and pulling it down to have better access to her mouth and deepen the kiss. Their tongues find the other and Luna sighs softly making him shiver everywhere.

They pull away for few seconds, breathing not slowly not quickly, their foreheads leaning together.

“No matter how weird it sounds, how early do you wake up on Saturdays?” She asks biting her lower lip.

“Depends if you wake up early or keep me in the bed until noon.”

Grin appears on her lips. “That's good answer.”

He feels her kissing him again and he knows that it was indeed right thing to say.

“Will your girlfriend accept me in your bed though?” Luna asks with her lips brushing against his.

“You said yourself she liked you. But if she doesn't, I'm willing to stay with you on the couch.” His fingers move to her shirt and start undoing all buttons. There's this part of him waiting for her to slap his face when he reaches to the clasp of her bra. He knows he's letting himself do much more than he should, but she is doing exactly the same shivering softly when his lips move to her neck leaving trail of kisses behind.

“Matteo,” she mumbles pulling his hair as he teases area between her breasts with his nose. “No matter what you do tonight, the movie is still mine.”

#lutteoficweek #soy luna #lutteo #my writing #mylutteofw

[20yearstostart]

Wednesday 26th September, 2018

Dear Blank, 

There are three things that I want to talk about real quick before I go sleep. It is so cold tonight, I’m covered in three blankets and a jumper, but I’m still shivering. I can feel the iciness on my skin, but it feels like I’m freezing from the inside? Almost as if my heart is cold; I can feel it shivering too. I really am like an old lady from Fiji - nervous giggle. Speaking of old people from Fiji, my aaji came yesterday and it’s nice. She cool. 

Okay, so the three things; I thought of the whole day today and my friends (two people) asked me if I was okay. I am okay; my mind is just thinking up stupid theories that have already been established and existing for a thousand years. That is what I do with my life, and I so tired physically and my resting face is of a depressed bitch. Therefore, even when I am fine and thinking about GOT7, I look like my cat died and I loved it too much. 

By the way, Blank, did you know I am scared of cats and dogs? I ain’t scared of insects, fish or thunder and stuff, but I am scared of cats, dogs, loud nosiness and people jumping out and scaring me. 

But that’s not all, I am scared of inanimate things too; like height, and the water. And this leads me to the first thing I wanted to discuss. 

After going to a girl’s dorm today (I really don’t know her well), I realised something about myself. Well, a few of my already known things were reaffirmed, eg, I am super awkward, groups of three’s suck dick and I will eat or do things I don’t like just to avoid talking and have a purpose for my hands. 

Hold up, a little sidetrack, soz Blank - but, hands! 

They are so weird! What do I do with them??? Do I always just keep them stuffed in my pocket? When do I take them out? What if I don’t have a pocket? Is it okay to hold the rail while going up the escalator? When I’m walking next to a boy do I not put it in my pocket? If it’s cold, do I leave the one on his side out? Or do I let them both awkwardly fumble cause one hand is too obvious? Well, that made no sense, but I tend to overthink things a lot if you haven’t noticed. 

Okay, after being in a place alone with her and Dreamy, and not in a lecture hall. I realised I may be kind of weird. Okay- no, that wasn’t the point. The main thing from there was I feel like I know her cause Dreamy talks about her so much, but then when I see her in person, I realise she is a complete stranger to me. 

Nowadays, Dreamy looks like a stranger to me. Its weird, but every time I see his face. I register that it’s him, but I don’t know, it’s almost like he’s not how I remember him? 

Maybe it’s just uni work drowning him; he’ll be back to Gucci in a few days. 

Wow, I still haven’t made the first point yet, okay here it is:

People are like everything that I fear.

The things I fear are all so beautiful and lovable. The rest of the world seems to be in love with them too, just like I am. But I don’t go all the way through like them; I stop at a distant. Everything is so much more beautiful and better from a bit far. A dog is so cute from far away, a kitten is adorable, the ocean is beautiful and calm, and the view from the height is breathtaking and intoxicating. However, the closer I get to it, the more dangers I see; the more scared I become. 

The dog can bite and chase me, the cat can scratch me or just- I don’t know- touch me. The ocean is endless, deep and chaotic underneath the surface, sometimes above too. And standing on the edge of the view is scary; the plummeting floor, a step beneath my feet is terrifying. 

Everything is beautiful but from a distance. 

I think I am like that too; from far away I seem cool. At a certain distance you only see how sad and broken I am, but if you get closer you see how ugly I am. I’m not made of sugar goodness and sweet. I am mean and selfish, and no matter how hard I try I’ll always be bad. But there are good parts to me too; I always try my best to make others happy. I try to be nice, and uhh, there must be something else too. 

I went off topic again. 

People are like the things I fear because from far away, I feel drawn to people. I want to know them, to talk to them. I want to just indulge myself in exploring them. The thing is everyone I ever met, never turns ugly. If anything they shine brighter and it really is amazing how wonderful people are. But when I stand on the edge of diving too deep; when I find myself at a distant where I see them blinding beautiful, I get scared. I get terrified of them; well, not them, but what they can do. Can you imagine finding the most precious jewel and keeping it your pocket, and it sits there bringing you luck? 

However, there is a catch to it, it’s power fades away the more expect from it. And as humans, you can’t stop your wants from increasing, and you can feel it fade away slowly, the glow fading away. And then you find yourself with a dark rock, as the red glow faints. It doesn’t make any sense but that’s how I am with people. I feel like my neediness makes me more expectant, even if it doesn’t, any moment when I do expect the slightest, I stop myself. 

I feel like I’m being too clingy, and needy and annoying. When I am probably just normal, but I can’t help that feeling, and I shut them out completely until they are far away again. Once again beautiful, and slowly starting to shine brighter, but never for too long. I can’t become addicted to them. 

Is it possible to be addicted to people? I mean, I am addicted to GOT7 and Jaebum. Okay. 

So that ramble of a mess was the first thing. 

The second is too generalised and may be triggering: 

All boys are immature and girls drama-queens. 

I got this idea when I was on the train on Monday and the girl said, ‘people asked me how I couldn’t like my friend, and I just looked at them baffled because it’s pretty damn obvious he is an idiot.’ Okay, so it was those words exactly, but something along the lines. 

In my very well experienced experiences with boys, I have realised that in a more than average rate: boys are immature. The word immature means childish. My sister’s boyfriend, my cousin brother, Dreamy, homegirl’s boyfriend, best friend, sunshine, no offence to any of these them, but they are. You can’t do anything about it except for love them for it and I do love all of them (except for homegirl’s boyfriend- I really don’t know him well). 

And my extremely well-fed experience with girls; they tend to be drama queens. By this, I mean sentimental, especially around periods. Last Friday was a field trip for me and my angst loving heart, cause Dreamy, would say the slightest thing and my heart was like ‘nooo!’ I loved it, and so did homegirl with her boy. I mean, we’re not crazy heartbreak addicts all the time, just most times. 

And here is my conclusion on this very new result; people are fucking annoying, and it’s sort of a like hint from destiny to find the one for you. The thing is everyone sucks dick, but there are some people who you can love even if they suck dick. If you can handle their immaturity and mood-swings and love that along with their good qualities I think you’re doing great with your choice. 

It’s just that people are made of different ingredients, therefore we have different levels of immaturity and dramatic-ness, and different limits of being able to handle the levels; the correspondence that matches your limit/level is a great match, g. 

I’m too cold to write the final one so I’ll just sum it up. 

Sometimes people are having a shitty day and are in a shitty mood, and it’s not your fault at all. Some days are meant to be gloomy, too much sun is annoying. So, don’t blame yourself or try to solve them. Just ask if they aight so they know you care, and if they talk cool, if not then cool too. All I’m saying is don’t put other’s emotions (which is out your control btw) on you. OK, blank?

Good kid. 

It’s too cold. I’m freezing. 

Goodnight <3

#diary #ramblings #dear blank #I dont have a life #so I write about random shit #viola!

[thehungoverwriter]

A list of things that happened yesterday accompanied by rambling

Things that happened yesterday  Wake up at 8 Fall asleep and wake back up at 10 Chill Rocket League  Joint when Matas woke up around noon Skate to uni Greet uni mates  Deliver a pair of drunkenly borrowed shades to uni mate from lower semester whom I've tutored Get free pint because uni is celebrating a good review Shoot "Aha moment" video for uni assignment https://drive.google.com/folderview?id=0ByCbTk5hgTlKMFNldEpnWkpRc2s Get several more free pints and hang out in the sun with bunch of uni friends  Beers and cigarettes, really wonderful to see Sidsel Hjertmann and Rie. Mads Topp and Mads Sensei as usual. Slightly salty but honest and direct is Topp. "Where's Mathias is he coming at all lately it's like there's been a huge wall between him and magnus and the rest of the world". And he's right, too, they've both been smoking a ton of weed. But I have too. I think we all agree that we've been smoking a lot. Havetha cut down on that.  Rie is a godsend. I met up with her at Nordkraft the day before yesterday, and initially I didn't hug her. I'm so awkward and bad. But then later I just downright went over to her group and kinda looked shyly at her opening my body up as if to ask for a hug. She immediately (see? literally a godsent woman is she) stood up and we hugged. And the thing is, she doesn't hug like anybody else I've met. She embraces you with her whole heart, soul, body and mind. She plants a sapling in your soul, sprouting into a small tree that will grow within, inviting the kind of soulful peace only a tree can bring.  In reality she just hugs me really tightly and lingers, letting the hug last a few seconds. God sent.  Where was I? Beers and cigarettes? Yeah that went on for a few hours with uni arrangement, and then when the sun went away we took shelter inside, where the usual "fredagsbar" was going on. Greeted Pernilla's friendly ex boyfriend, as well as Camilla, the girl I went on my first date with. They work at the bar and serve beers, so it's nice because it's like you get to exchange a few words and then it's expected of you to dip out again.  Mathias joined at some point, to the (mildly surprised) delight of everyone. His face shined in a way it hasn't in a long time. He's told me he was very happy he went, and that he really struggled with doubts before finally getting on that freaking bus.  Oh! I skated to uni. That was a really nice ride. It's gotta be said. It feels awesome to skate. It's particularly noticeable at the bus station. Coming in on bus, you're literally a part of a mass transportation. You're everybody. Coming in on a skateboard? Well, I look badass coming into view on the bridge above, and then I skate down a really steep and narrow little bike path, where I've gotten past 30 kilometers per hour before. It's a thrill and yet it feels comfortable enough for me. Free adrenaline more or less oh my god I hope mum never finds out or sees this note.  Anyway, yeah, then I skate down the middle of the road, with loads of people in or waiting on, busses, literally getting to be somebody rather than everybody. (jeez this guy sure seems full of himself)  Later on the day when the bar was kinda finishing up (it's run by students whom I don't think get paid so it's kinda natural that people go away so they can get off the hook) we went up to Topp's place, in the apartment building next to the uni building. Details are kinda foggy but nice people were there and so were the cigarettes and beers. I really enjoy getting to go outside with a smaller group of people - the smokers circle - because it's such a chill atmosphere out there. Things get more personal as people feel less judged and judgey, at least in my experience. Also, any time spent with Rie is time that is treasured. You know I apparently admitted my love for her during new years eve? She wrote me the day after, asking me how I felt, as apparently she had told me she'd prefer we stayed friends. I was completely fine with it, as I kinda figured already that she'd prefer that, and also because I know how much she loves Århus, and how she's planning to go there soon. So you know... It wasn't heartbreaking in any way, and yesterday we finally got to talk about that whole thing face to face, and cement the fact that we're still really good and close friends, who basically love each other, but who don't date.  Anyway, where was I? Oh, it was also lovely seeing Mille, who is apparently Topps new neighbor. After Topps party, which was really sort of a middle party or something like that, a party in between two other parties. Technically I got drunk at 4 separate events yesterday, the free bar that was put up to celebrate the good accreditation, then the Friday bar, then Topps private party and lastly an actual official big party, arranged by the other party committee in our building. That was also a really good party, lots of nice people, and comfortable atmosphere.  I had a moment with Sidsel Hjertmann where it was just us two, and she basically showered me with kind words. She was relentless it was awfully good. It was the first time perhaps ever, where I've thought about kissing someone.  Hmm. This is already really long, and I haven't described McDonald's and the walk home yet, or the incredibly fun cart Mathias dragged me around on when we got silly drunk. I want to finish with a few words about Sidsel..  Sidsel is good. Emphatically and wholesomely good. She's a hero. A soulful, beautiful heart. She's so pure. Angelic. She's the kind of girl who loves the entire world and yet she is dead set on righting wrongs and making sure that people get to live good lives. She's incredibly strong, and I think she's starting to know that. At least I hope she does. 

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