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harrysgoldenline · 3 years

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When In Italy Part 3

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He remembered your order.

It was all you could think about after you sat down, a waitress coming quickly to your table and he gave you a look, asking you if that’s what you wanted. You gave a small nod and you refrained from commenting on it, not wanting to stroke his already enlarged ego you are sure has only gotten big since you have seen him last based on… well everything.

The waitress thanked you both, taking your menus and leaving the two of you alone, giving one another an awkward smile before you looked down at your hands, now regretting pretending to not know what to order in order to hide behind your menu a bit more.

“So…” Harry began, fingers drumming onto the table, “how have you been?”

You let out an airy laugh, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow before leaning back in the woven dining chair, warm Italian sun hitting your face as you looked out at the view and back to him, not even sure what to say. You, obviously, were not doing great and he was.

You open your mouth to start to answer but stop when the waitress comes back, placing the cool, water glasses in front of you and they quickly become interesting as you watch the condensation drop down from the glass onto the table.

“Y/n…” Harry began, looking up at you and sighing when your eyes met, “Can you talk to me? I just want to see what you’ve been up to.”

“What about you?” You counter, heart pounding against your chest, “I feel like you’re the one who needs to check in and share some updates more than anyone else, don’t you think?”

“I guess I deserve that.” He chuckled, taking a sip of water and looking at you over the glass causing you to scoff.

“I’m glad you think it’s funny.” you glare, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to calm your pounding heart, “really makes the whole situation better.”

“Okay, you’re right, I’m sorry,” He nodded, holding his hands up in defense, “but I didn’t know you were going to be there, I would have never brought her if I would have known that, obviously and I’m sorry it happened this way but I’m glad I saw you, I’m glad to see you.”

“Who is she?”

He looked surprised by your question, not expecting you to rip the band-aid off in the way that you did. But, you knew him. Better than anyone you’ve ever known in your life and you couldn’t understand why he was beating around the bush like this so much. You also needed this for yourself, not wanting to fall for his famous charm, looking into those beautiful, jade eyes you knew you would be done for.

It’s the reason your sitting across from at this table at all, not being able to resist his smile, his sot, caring voice as he asked you to see him, having no idea what you would be getting into all, you said yes without any hesitation and you decided in that moment, watching as he went around the clear high priority topic with ease.

“Her name is Olivia.” He sighed, “she’s the director of the movie I’m going to be in and…”

“You’re together?”

He didn’t answer, looking at his hands.

You nodded, taking his silence as the clear answer and you bit your bottom lip hard, tasting blood as your teeth sunk into the flesh, hoping the pain would stop the tears that were stinging your eyes. You could feel your hands shake and you let out a sigh, standing up from the table and running your hands over your skirt, frustrated he didn’t even have the nerve to come out and simply say it.

“I-I’m going to go,” You began to ramble, looking down at the water glass and you dug through your bag, looking for money to pay for your meal and tip the waitress, even though it wasn’t yet served to you, eyes burning as you did your best to keep in your tears.

“Please stay.” He whispered and you shook your head rapidly, pulling out your wallet and looking for a big enough bill, “Okay, let me just drive you back, put your wallet away this is on me.I asked you to come.” He added, pulling out his wallet and laying down a more than generous amount.

“No, please.” You whispered, stepping back as you stepped closer to you, “just, stay. Take my food with you. I’m gonna book a flight home and you guys can have the house to yourselves by tomorrow night.”

“Y/n-”

“Goodbye, Harry.”

You ignored his calls of your name, walking down the pavestone as you made your way through the quaint town, passing the many boutiques and gelato shops you two went through a dozen times.You also did your best to ignore the longing look of pity as you passed by the strangers, thankful your italian wasn’t as good as his, that way you didn’t have to also hear what they were saying about you.

You wandered your way through the beautiful village, wishing it brought you the same amount of joy as it always did, but not it just left you a bitter taste in your mouth, reaching for your phone and calling for a cab, looking up flights the second the car pulled up.

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Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of your alarm, heart wrenching at the realization that all of this was real and you fist rubbed your swollen eyes, sniffling as you sat up and the details all came back to you.

“He found someone else already.” you had sobbed into the phone to your best friend, clutching at your chest as your back was against the front door. “He already moved on, y/bff/n and he brought her here and-and… I-I got a flight home and I just don’t know what to do.”

You were beginning to hyperventilate, mind being unable to wrap around the fact that he had moved on so quickly, the man you thought you were going to marry, being together for years, had already moved on to someone else.

Your best friend had done her best to calm you, begging you to let them fly there to help get your things together, to at least meet you at a connecting flight so you weren’t flying home completely alone, but you didn’t allow it, knowing how much trouble they would get into with their boss.

“I’ll be there to pick you up.” they told you, after a long pause, their heart was breaking at the sound of your cries, “You’re gonna make it through this, y/n. I know you are.”

You weakly stumbled out of bed, walking straight to the closet and, once again, pulling your bags out and throwing them onto the bed, throwing your all clothes into a messy pile and zipping up the bag, pushing it into the hallway after quickly changed into a clean outfit, slipping on a pair of sneakers as you got ready for your flight home.

Forcing yourself to brush your teeth and run a comb through your hair was harder than you had ever imagined, hating to have to look at your reflection as the face of her was being compared side by side in your mind. You hated yourself more for wishing that Harry tried a little harder, wishing that he had ran after you and tried to at least explain more, extend the olive branch so to speak, even though it would never fully heal your wounds.

Your anxious mind wouldn’t stop reliving your morning with Harry and you couldn’t help but have regrets, wondering if you overreacted, wondering what would have happened if you stayed for the rest of the meal.

Could you ever be friends?

Pushing yourself away from the counter you hoped that the thoughts would subside, wishing you knew the answers but knowing you never would. You shuffled your way into the living room, curling up on the couch as you waited for the car to come pick you up and take you to the airport, not having the energy to reach to pick up the remote so you sat in silence.

Although it felt like minutes, an hour soon passed and you heard the knock at the door and you forced yourself up, grabbing your suitcase and wheeling it behind you as you opened the door, being greeted by the driver who took your suitcase from you and loaded it into the car as you followed behind, finding your place in the backseat.

The time went faster than you thought it would, the drive to the airports, the security line, flights, layovers, all of it. The next thing you knew you were walking down the steps of the airport, seeing the face of your best friend and running towards them, dropping your suitcase in the process as they quickly took you in their arms, holding you as tight as they could.

“I got you.” They whispered, rubbing your back as your tears sunk into the fabric of the fabric covering their shoulder, “I’m so, so sorry, sweetheart. You’re gonna be okay, I promise.”

��How do you know?” you horsley whispered, “my heart hurts so much.”

“I know, I know.” They whispered back, pulling back and looking you into the eyes, giving you a smile and wiping away your tears, “It’s going to be okay, I promise. You are an incredible human being, y/n, you are so unbelievably strong andI know that you can do this and I’m going to be there for you every single step of the way, okay?. ”

And they were.

Being there for you every single step of the way for the next two weeks since you got back from your trip and even moved into your apartment with you for a few days at first as you adjusted. Holding you every single time that you cried, always checking in and making sure that you were taking care of yourself and always being there for you to talk about everything, even though you weren’t quite ready yet, they were there for you when you were going to be and you couldn’t have been more thankful for that.

Now, after a couple weeks of healing, after your plummet on your journey of healing post break up, you felt like you were back on your way up. You started leaving your apartment more again and y/bff/n even got you to go out with them and a couple of friends one night.

Actually starting to feel better and even starting to feel a lot more like yourself.

Your phone buzzed and you quickly took a look down at it, seeing a text from y/bff/n

Be there soon! i can't wait to try out this new coffee place!

You smiled and sent back your quick reply, letting her know you were going to head downstairs touching up your makeup quickly as you looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled back at your reflection, seeing the glow and fullness starting to come back to your face, the circles under your eyes slowly disappearing more and more everyday.

Grabbing your purse off the kitchen counter and sliding on your shoes you got ready to leave your apartment, heading out the door and locking the door behind you, jiggling the handle to endure it was locked before turning on your heel to head out. You go to reach for the elevator button, but it dings as it announces its arrival and you step out of the way, allowing whatever neighbor to have a clear path to their apartment. Instead, you're met with a pair of familiar green eyes.

“Harry?”

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arvinsescape · 3 years

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Nurse Y/N

A/N: I’ve been working on this for a couple of days and happy to finally be able to post it. Mob Tom fic, i tried to add smut but i don’t think my writings there at the minute, i’ll do it eventually. Bit of a slow burn but not too much. As always i hope you enjoy.

Summary: You’re a nurse and you’ve always been on the right side of the law, what happens when you meet a man that sweet and caring but definitely not on the right side of the law.

Warnings: Language, mentions and hints of smut.

W/C: 4.4K,

You’d lived with your best friend for around a year now. A bad relationship had brought you to his door, he took you in and the rest is history. You were working as a nurse in the local hospital and you had no idea what exactly it was that your best friend did, he didn’t talk much about it, claiming he “just did odd jobs for someone”. You were sceptical to say the least, the amount of times he had come home covered in bruises led you to believe that his activities were probably not legal. But he never brought it home and being non the wiser made things slightly easier for you. It was your day off and you were stuck into a Netflix series when you saw your best friends name light up on your phone screen. You noticed it was 1am and wondered why he wasn’t home yet.

“Hi James. What’s up?”

“Y/N? Where are you?” He asked in a rushed tone. He sounded out of breath. You could hear the slamming of a car door over the speaker.

“I’m at home. Why? James what’s wrong?” You asked him, voice growing more concerned.

“I need your help. If I text you an address can you meet me there?”

“Sure. James are you okay?” You asked as you started to put your shoes on.

“I’m fine! I just need you to meet me.”

“Okay, text me the address.” You sighed as you hung up and grabbed your car keys.

Once you received the address you set off in the direction that your SAT NAV was taking you. As you came nearer to the destination you started to feel more and more uneasy. It was almost too quiet for London. You pulled into what looked like an abandoned warehouse, now you were really uneasy. You fumbled around your bag as you tried to find your phone, with a tight grip you dialled James’ number.

“Y/N? Where are you?”

“I’m outside but what is going on? Where have you brought me?”

“Stay there I’ll be out in a second.” He huffed as he put the phone down.

He wasn’t wrong, it couldn’t have been 30 seconds later that he arrived at your car, pulling the door open. He looked physically fine but the worry on his face still had you on your guard. What on Earth was going on? You glanced at the time in your car 1.10am. What the hell is happening?

“Y/N. I’m sorry for calling so late but I didn’t know who else to call. I can’t go to a hospital and I need one, so I need your help. I need you to do something for me.” He spoke faster than you thought physically possible.

“Slow down. What is it? Are you hurt?” You asked as you scanned him overlooking for wounds that weren’t there. What did he mean he needed a hospital but couldn’t go?

“The guy I work for. He’s been injured, someone managed to get a shot off on him.” He rambled as he pulled you towards the building.

“Shot! What the hell are you talking about? What do you do?” You almost screamed.

“Look. I promise I’ll explain everything Y/N. But right now I need you to help him. I can’t take him to a hospital it would be too risky. I need you to take the bullet out and stitch him up. Please, he’s my boss. He’ll make it worth your while.” He asked you with pleading eyes as he pulled you further into the warehouse.

“James. I’m not a surgeon! I don’t know if I can do that!” You started to panic now.

“You can give stitches though? He’s been shot in the arm, he’s losing blood, but I think the bullet is stemming the bleeding. I don’t think it’s lodged too far in. Please and I promise I’ll explain everything.”

The nurse in you was screaming at you to try and help who ever it was but you were frightened, you weren’t a surgeon. What if it went wrong? He could sue you; you’d lose your career. You weren’t supposed to do this off duty. So many things were running through your mind as James took you into another room that was filled with 4 other men. All dressed rather smart to say they’d clearly been involved in illegal activity. The man who James had informed you was the boss became apparent when you saw him clutching his arm. Blood dripping down it.

“Boss. This is Y/N, she’s a nurse.” James explained as you both stopped in front of him. He was attractive at first glance. Beautiful brown eyes and brown curls that were almost begging to have fingers run through them. You kept quiet, feeling intimidated as he stared you down, expression completely unreadable.

“Can you trust her?” The ‘Boss’ asked James.

“She’s been my best friend for years; you can trust her.” James answered confidently. You just shook your head, finally having the courage to speak up.

“Hang on just a second. What do you mean can you trust her? I’m the one who should be wondering that, your sat there having been shot, apparently need my help and you have the audacity to ask if you can trust me?” You almost screamed at the man in front of you. You don’t know what made you snap, maybe it was the stress of the situation or how tired you suddenly felt. James grasped your arm in a tight grip.

“Y/N. I love you, but this is no time to be head strong. Just please, be respectful, he’s an important man.” He said to you as he released your arm. Before you could say anything, the brown eyed man spoke first.

“No, that’s quite alright James. She’s feisty, nothing wrong with that.” He said as he smirked in your direction. He may have been good looking, but he was irritating the hell out of you. You just looked at him as if to say, “what the fuck?” He just smiled at you. “Now, I would very much appreciate it if you could help me out. I will pay you what ever you want, and I promise not to say a word to anyone about what you have done for me.” He gave you what seemed to be a genuine smile and you sighed. Perhaps doing what he asked was the fastest way to get to bed.

“Look, I’m not a surgeon. I might not be able to do much, but I’ll try. Let me have a look.” You said as you eyed him carefully. James had left to stand near the other 3 men in the room. You took his arm as you assessed the damage. Maybe you could do this. The wound didn’t look all that bad. “I think I can do this. It just, it will hurt, and I don’t have anything to numb the pain. In fact, I don’t have anything at all to work with.” You suddenly realised.

“Well I came somewhat prepared. Sam? Have you got the first aid kit?” He turned to one of the men. ‘Sam’ nodded and made his way towards you, handing you the first aid kit and making his way back to his original spot. This really was some strange operation.

“Like I said, this might hurt.” You sighed as you got to work.

“Okay. All done.” You said as you finished up the stitching. You were surprised at how little he flinched throughout the process. He must have one hell of a pain tolerance. “Take some paracetamol and ibuprofen when you get home. I really would suggest you go to an actual hospital to make sure I removed that bullet properly.” You said as covered the stitching with a bandage.

“Thank you very much. I’m sure I won’t be going to a hospital, not sure how I would explain a bullet wound without the police getting involved and what would I tell them? I’d have to tell them nurse Y/N helped me out in the first place.” He teased.

“Whatever, just please don’t sue me if you end up losing your arm.”

“I promise. Now how much would you like for what you have done. Name your price. It’s yours.”

“I don’t want anything. Just please don’t tell anyone what I did and try and stay out of trouble.” You sighed as you looked into his brown eyes. You really were tired now, thankful that you had a day off tomorrow, well today.

“I already promised that I wouldn’t say anything and as for staying out of trouble I’m afraid I can’t promise you that. But hopefully I won’t need your services like this again. Are you sure you don’t want any money?”

“I’m sure. It wouldn’t feel right to take money when I know I shouldn’t have done that. I really just want to go home and go to bed.”

“Whatever makes you feel better princess.” He said as he flashed you a genuine smile and that nickname made your stomach do things that you’d rather not think about. He wasn’t someone you should get mixed up with. That much you could tell.

“James? Are you coming?” You finally turned to your best friend and he just shook his head, saying that he had things to finish up there and with that you left. You fell into bed and as soon as your head hit the pillow you were asleep.

You woke up at around 12pm, having not gotten into bed until 3am and you were still feeling exhausted. You briefly wondered if last night was just a strange dream was just but you knew it wasn’t. You made your way downstairs and made yourself a coffee, yeah you were going to need caffeine to wake up today. You wandered into the living room where you saw James sat on the couch, he looked over at you.

“Y/N. Thank you so much for last night. I’m so fucking sorry that I dragged you into that, but I couldn’t let anything happen to him, he’s a very important man.” James rambled as you took a seat on the opposite end of the couch, sipping your coffee.

“I just want an explanation, James. It’s the least you can do.” You were still slightly pissed at him, but you knew he wouldn’t have risked you and your job if it wasn’t important.

“Okay. Look, I’m involved with the London ‘mob’ if you want to call it that. I’ve made it pretty far up in the ranks and that was my boss, the leader you saved last night. We were reclaiming some old territory when things went a little south and he got shot. I can’t thank you enough for what you did, and I promise I wouldn’t have gotten you involved if I didn’t have to.” He sighed. You’d stayed silent, taking in his words and you just sighed back.

“Listen, I’m still pissed but it’ll pass. I had a gut feeling you were involved in something illegal and I think you should get out if you can but please don’t get me involved like that again and we’ll continue to pretend that this never happened and you don’t do what you do for a living. The less I know the better.” James smiled at you as he hugged you.

“Thank you Y/N. You’re the best. I love you; you know that. I can deal with you being pissed; I deserve that much. I promise I’ll make it up to you, pizza for tea. I’m buying!”

Most people would say that you’d had a rather nonchalant response but honestly. You didn’t want to know more; he was your best friend and maybe you were trying to look the other way to protect your image of him or maybe you were still tired and your brain hadn’t quite caught up yet but you left it at that and he told you he was going to ‘work’ and off he went about his day as you started going about your own.

You’d just been for a shower when you heard a knock at the door. You hadn’t been expecting a visitor and assumed it was your friend who also had today off. You threw on your pyjamas which consisted of shorts and a tank top as you made your way to the door.

“You know Lizzy, you could’ve texted me before you decided to- “Your words were cut short as you opened the door. It wasn’t Lizzy at all, it was the man you’d helped last night, escorted by two other men that you didn’t recognise.

“If I had your number, I might’ve done sweetheart.” He said as he took in your attire. You suddenly felt self-conscious under his stare and wished you’d have grabbed your dressing gown.

“What are you doing here? How did you know where I live?” you asked him.

“My apologies but James said you lived together, and I know where all my staff live.”

“Okay, so what do you want?”

“I came to thank you properly for last night. You don’t want paying and I can’t take what you did for free.” He said as he watched you cautiously eye the two men that he’d brought with him. “Don’t worry about them, apparently I’m not aloud to go anywhere alone until my arm is healed. Mum’s orders and you know you don’t argue with your mother.” He said, trying to ease you, you still looked somewhat tense. “Can I come in? I’ll make them stay outside.” He asked and there was that genuine smile again. It made your stomach flip and you just nodded as you moved aside and let him in. Shutting the door rapidly as he crossed the thresh hold.

You hadn’t noticed his hands were full until he placed down a large box on your kitchen counter. “Do I want to know what’s in there?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“Well unless you’re allergic to anything in there, I wouldn’t be too concerned.” He teased. You made your way over and opened the box, it was full of god knows how many boxes of all different types of chocolate. “I did ask James and he said you loved chocolate so I thought I could repay you by starting there.”

“Well thank you but honestly I don’t want anything else. It’s not like you were on deaths door.” You joked back. Something about him set you at ease when it probably shouldn’t have.

“Well who knows? I might’ve lost my arm.” He laughed. You couldn’t help but laugh with him, it was almost contagious. “Tom by the way.”

“Wow. James didn’t call you Tom; I must be honoured.” You laughed.

“Well unlike James, you don’t work for me princess.”

“No, I suppose I don’t.”

“Cute pj’s by the way.” He teased as he eyed you again. You instantly wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling conscious under his stare, but not in a bad way, in a way that made your stomach flutter and heat rush to your cheeks.

“Um, thanks. Look, not to be rude but what do you want?” You asked as you locked eyes with him. God he was beautiful.

“I’d like to take you out to lunch, as a thank you. Don’t read too much into it.”

“Will you take no for an answer?”

“Not really darling.”

“Fine. Give me 10 minutes.” You laughed as you made your way upstairs to get changed.

He took you to a nice restaurant at the other side of town, it seemed expensive, but he didn’t seem to mind, it seemed like he knew everyone that worked there. He probably owned it; you came to realise. It was actually a lovely afternoon spent chatting and getting to know him. There were numerous times when you found yourself wondering how he ended up being part of a mob. He was sweet but every time you remembered what he did for a living you were reminded that you couldn’t let yourself go there.

“And where have you been?” James teased as you came through the door.

“Out.” You answered vaguely.

“With a certain brown eyed, brown haired mobster?”

“How did you know?” You asked, shocked.

“Well I know he was interested in how I knew you and then we didn’t see him again all day.”

“Right, well, he just wanted to say thank you.” You said as you joined him on the couch.

“Bullshit Y/N. I think he has a soft spot for you.” He continued to tease you. “I mean come on. He’s gorgeous.”

“It was just a thank you lunch!” You defended yourself. “Besides it wouldn’t be a good idea, you know with what he does for a living, if you want to call it that.”

“Yeah, but he could offer you protection and all the money you’d ever need. He might do illegal stuff but he’s not a complete monster Y/N.”

“James, please don’t go there.” You groaned as you took a slice of pizza from the box he’d ordered in.

“Okay, okay. I know that look though. That one you had when you came through that door. I just have one question for you.” He said as he laughed.

“What’s that?” You asked, mouth full of pizza.

“When are you seeing him again?”

You picked up the nearest pillow and hit him with it, mumbling a ‘fuck off’ as he laughed at you. You finished your night watching a movie before heading to bed, dreams of a curly haired, brown eyed boy flooding your dreams.

Two weeks passed before you saw Tom again. James had mentioned he wasn’t going to be in for the night, and you’d decided to read a book as there was a knock at the door. You made your way over and opened the door, there he was, alone this time.

“Déjà vu. I swear you had exactly the same thing on the last time you opened this door for me.” He laughed as he gestured towards your attire.

“I did. What are you doing here Tom?”

“I actually just came to see you.” He said as he made his way past you so you could close the door.

“And why’s that?”

“Look, I can’t stop thinking about Y/N. God knows I’ve tried but I can’t, and I know we hardly know each other but I’d like to change that.” He answered, he’d stepped slightly closer to you.

“Tom.” You sighed. “We shouldn’t. This isn’t a good idea, you know that right?”

“Trust me, I’ve been through this a thousand times since we last saw each other but I can’t help it. I think I like you, like a lot.” He said as he reached towards you, catching a strand of your hair as he played with the end of it. Your heart rate was starting to pick up at the closeness.

“Tom I-“

“I could give you everything and anything you want princess. I’d look after you and that’s a promise, I know my line of work is messy and comes with risks but I’m willing to risk everything for a chance with you.” He’d tucked the strand of hair behind your ear and placed his hand on your cheek, moving his face closer to yours, you could feel his breath on your lips.

“We shouldn’t” you whispered, although you knew you didn’t mean it. He just shook his head in agreement with you. Lips almost touching.

“If you don’t want to just tell me to stop.” He whispered against your lips. Your body moved before your brain could catch up and you connected your lips. It was like fireworks had exploded in your stomach. Your lips moved against each other as your fingers made their way into his curls, god they were soft.

He backed you up until your back hit the cool wall behind you, moving his hands to grip your hips. His tongue slid over your bottom lip asking for access which you gladly gave. Your tongues danced together like they were old dance partners. Knowing exactly how to move together and it made you moan slightly. You pulled back for a bit of air before his lips were back on yours. You’d never been kissed like this before. Almost as if he was trying to tell you everything through the kiss.

He tapped your thigh and you jumped, his strong arms instantly catching you as he pinned you further against the wall. Your mind was racing, this was possibly the hottest, most intense kiss you had ever engaged with. “Do you want to stop?” He mumbled against your lips. You only shook your head in response reconnecting your lips as he carried you through the flat, you directed him towards your bed room and the night was spent with you receiving the most amount of attention and pleasure you’d ever experienced with another human being.

You woke up with a warm arm wrapped around your waist, your mind flooded with the events of the night before. You smiled to yourself as you carefully removed his arm and made your way into the bathroom. You examined yourself in the mirror after having brushed your teeth and gasped at the large hickey that had been left on the sweet spot of your neck. You bit your lip and smiled. You threw on Tom’s shirt that he’d worn last night and some underwear, making your way into the kitchen. You boiled the kettle as you got two mugs out, lost in your thoughts you didn’t hear a second person enter the kitchen.

“Well someone looks happy.” James laughed as you lightly screamed and turned around to face him.

“James, I didn’t think you’d be back so soon.” You gasped, hand on heart as you waited for it to beat at a regular pace again.

“I recognise that shirt.”

“How can you recognise a white button up shirt?” You asked in disbelief.

He just laughed at pointed at the sleeve, you looked down and on the cuff of the shirt was ‘T.H’ embroidered in gold. Heat instantly rose to your cheeks.

“It’s none of your business!”

He threw his hands up in defence. “You’re right, it’s not. You look happy though, I’m happy for you.”

“I don’t- we haven’t spoken about it.” You sighed. Just as you spoke Tom walked into the kitchen, he smiled at you.

“I wondered where that had gotten to.” He laughed gesturing towards the shirt as he said morning to James. James shook his head and laughed.

“I’ll leave you two to it.” He grabbed his keys and wallet and walked out of the flat. Leaving you and Tom stood in the kitchen. He was shirtless and he looked good, you bit your lip as you looked at him.

“Morning princess.” He smiled as he wrapped you in a tight, warm embrace.

“We should talk about last night.” You mumbled against his chest. He sighed.

“Look, I meant what I said. All of it.” He kissed the top of your head. You pulled out of his embrace as you looked at him.

“I just- I know it might seem ridiculous because of last night but I want to take it slow. We should get to know each other. We don’t know enough about each other yet and last night, I don’t regret it but maybe we should take it back to step one.”

“Whatever you want princess. I promise I’ll look after you. I know my line of work bothers you and I hope that you can accept that it’s part of what I do but I understand if getting to know me more means that that is too much for you.” He said as he looked into your eyes. He was being vulnerable, honest and you knew you had to give him the chance. You’d regret it if you didn’t.

You went on dates and it would be three months before you found yourself in bed with him again. You fell hard and you fell fast for him. You ended up leaving your job in favour of becoming the woman who oversaw all of Tom’s books. He kept you safe and he loved you and made you feel more loved than you thought possible. Anything you wanted, you got. Anything you needed, you had. Anything you asked of him, done.

You never imagined that you’d end up dating a man on the wrong side of the law and being okay with it, being complicit in it but here you were. You married about three years in and nothing changed, he still made you feel the same way he had years prior. You had three beautiful children with him, and he was best, most loving father a child could hope for. You had two boys which he would do anything and everything for and your little girl well he doted on her completely, she was his little angel, couldn’t do a thing wrong in his eyes.

“You know I never thought I’d say this” he spoke one night as you were cuddled up in bed “but I’m actually thankful I got shot that night.”

“Most people wouldn’t be thankful for that Tom.” You teased him.

“No probably not. But I never would have met you had it not happened.” He said sincerely as he ran his fingers up and down your arm.

“No, you wouldn’t have. I’m always thankful I gave you the chance even if at the time I was wary.” You laughed as you kissed his chest.

“Admit it. I had you the second I kissed you and then gave you one of the best railings you’d ever had.” He teased which earned him a playful smack on the chest.

“Yeah that always helps.” You laughed as you rolled your eyes at him. You couldn’t be more in love with this man if you tried.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #mob!tom

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imaginesfora3 · 3 years

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Doorstep [Sakuma Sakuya/Reader] [NSFW]

(Also posted here on Ao3! Please enjoy my ramblings)

You’re surprised to see Sakuya on your doorstep.

Your boyfriend had been quite busy lately, juggling a part-time job as well as spending all his nights rehearsing with his troupe. If he had the energy left he’d text you a goodnight and an apology, to which you always responded that you understood perfectly well why you couldn’t see him. It left you feeling a little empty inside that it had been so long since you’d even gotten to lay eyes on him in person but there was nothing to be done about that, there was no way you were going to say that over text and make him feel bad for things outside of his control. You had been wary about not triggering any potential abandonment issues since you knew of his past, not wanting him to think you’ll up and leave him if he doesn’t bend to your will.

You were proud of him for finding a place for himself in the world, and you wanted him to retain that happiness while also having a little safe haven with you.

You were in college yourself so it’s not as though you weren’t busy, you had paper upon paper to finish, and the time you had left was good to recover what was left of your sanity. Would Sakuya being there make you feel better? Absolutely! But again, you didn’t want to push that pressure on him when he was already busy. Sakuya deserved someone who wasn’t selfish, he deserved someone who would only encourage him to keep living his life to the fullest and who would support him, stand by him, no matter what. You wanted to be that person because you loved him that much, Sakuya had been the only man to ever make you feel like you were walking on clouds, you couldn’t diminish how important he was in your life.

That’s why you just don’t get how this phone call went so sour when you were doing nothing but speaking the truth.

“Do you miss me?”

“Sakuya…” Ooh, that was a direct hit, it hurt to hear the way his voice cracked when he asked that. He couldn’t possibly imagine how badly you missed him, how much you just wanted to see him again, but for some reason those words won’t come out. You don’t want to pour your heart out to him over the phone, again worried that you would just be guilting the poor boy. You just don’t realize how unwanted you’re truly making him feel.

“You don’t miss me?”

“Of course I miss you! It’s just… It’s just okay that you’re busy, is all. We’ll see each other again. Got the rest of our lives, yeah?”

It didn’t sit right with Sakuya.

It’s not like he wanted someone to obsessively control or demand his time but to have you acting as though you didn’t care… It made his heart feel heavy in his chest. The odd amount of indifference made him feel on edge, like you weren’t being honest with him, but about what? Did you really not want to continue this relationship but you didn’t know how to break up with him? Sakuya just didn’t get it. He didn’t know how to confide his thoughts in his friends without seeming like a fool, this was his first real relationship after all and he wasn’t quite in the mood to hear that there were other fish in the sea.

“Sorry, I’m really tired tonight… I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You don’t have to rehearse?”

“I was going to come over for a bit before we started, is that… not okay?” Sakuya is gnawing on his bottom lip nervously, his heart sinking further, wondering what you might say next. The few seconds of silence that followed after made his heart ache, made him want to sob into his pillow, but he bit back those overwhelming emotions since he didn’t want to attract Masumi’s attention.

“It’s okay, Sakuya! I look forward to it! So just get some rest and I’ll see you then, okay?”

You’re cursing yourself after hanging up, wondering why you couldn’t just say what you wanted to. You wanted to say that you loved him, that you missed his cute face, that you couldn’t wait to shower him with kisses. You wanted to tell him he’d be lucky if he ever left your house again because you were willing to take him hostage for a day or two if it meant getting him all to yourself. So selfish of you to think like that, you couldn’t help but scold yourself over it, laying down and hoping these weird feelings disappear once you finally see your boyfriend again.

They don’t.

Sakuya doesn’t greet you with his normal cheery smile or a hug and you don’t move in, sensing his odd mood immediately. You invited him in and watched as he went right to sitting down on the couch, hesitantly closing the door; you might’ve contemplated for at least a solid two seconds about running out so you didn’t have to deal with the heavy conversation that was sure to follow.

“You don’t have to hide things from me.” Sakuya said with a pout on his face, the little frown he gives after looking out of place. “I want you to… trust in me. If you don’t care about me the same way…”

“I do trust you it’s just…” Sakuya is frozen, face growing pale as he realized you completely ignored his second statement. Did that mean…?

“You don’t have to walk on eggshells around me! We love each other, right? So, if we love each other, we can make it through anything!” He must’ve been reading the more romantic plays lately to spout out such an ideal without blinking an eye but it was so endearingly him, to the point where you couldn’t stop yourself from holding Sakuya’s face in your hands. Tears were beginning to gather in the corner of his eyes, likely from frustration, and you began to realize that all you had done to ‘protect’ Sakuya had only put up a wall between you.

“I do. I do love you, very much. You know that, right?”

“I don’t know how you feel!” Sakuya cried out, “You won’t tell me!”

Another direct shot but probably a well-deserved one. You hated seeing the pain you were putting him through, wondering if maybe breaking up would be the best. You clearly weren’t adept at relationships either if you managed to let things get this bad, to the point your boyfriend was in tears in front of you

“I remember the first time I ever saw you on stage… It was before the company became an actual company again. And you weren’t very good…” You swiped away a stray tear with your thumb as Sakuya nodded, “But I was invested ‘cause I thought you were so damn cute. I’m really glad that you got a chance to really act and that you’ve grown as much as you have. Getting to see you up on stage with the others makes me so happy because I know how happy you are up there.”

“…I’m happy with you, too.” His voice is soft, almost too quiet for you to hear but you’ve leaned in close at this point, your body naturally drawn towards him. “I like being able to see you in the crowd when I’m on stage. I know if I look at you too long I’ll forget my lines but just that glance is enough to make me feel confident! I want you to feel that way about me.”

“I do feel that way about you… Ugh.” You leaned forward, forehead resting against his as his big, puppy dog eyes looked into yours. “It’s not you doing anything wrong, Saku, it’s me. I just don’t want to bring you down…”

“I’m stronger than you give me credit for, you know?” Sakuya is pouting again, “I know you met me when I first joined the company but so much has changed since then. We’ve both changed since then. I just want us to grow together and not apart; I promise that I can help! Or at least support you!”

“I’m sorry I’ve been so stupid, Sakuya. Can you forgive me?”

“I love you.” Sakuya sounded breathless, the look in his eyes changing within seconds; it was something a little different now, a look you hadn’t known your boyfriend was capable of making before you first had sex.

His lips pressed hard against yours, practically knocking you back on the couch with the intensity. You heard him mumble out some type of apology but you’re too lost in his touch to care, your entire body screaming that the emotional stress had to be worked out somehow. That whole kidnapping plan might become a reality if he kept this up, how were you ever supposed to give him up after this? You needed him here to heal your heart and you had to make sure all the damage that had been done closed up on him as well, arms wrapping around his neck to keep him plastered against you.

“Bedroom?”

“Right here, please.”

Still so polite even while having a raging hard-on after a fight, the tears completely dried from his eyes now as he gave you a look of pure lust. The mood had switched so quickly once the air had been cleared and you were grateful for that, grateful for a chance to get rid of these sad feelings and replace them with a sensation that would make you both feel better. You’re both desperately stripping clothes but you’re faster, getting the jump on him as he’s just taken his pants off. You’re thankful he wore boxers for easy access because you can’t wait another moment for him to be inside you, straddling his lap while his hands rose to touch your hips.

“You’re so beautiful.” Sakuya smiled up at you, looking as if he was meeting a Goddess for the very first time. “I love you.”

“I love you even more.”

You both let out a gasp as he slid inside you, his head thrown back, revealing his throat to you in an act of submission. You’re pleased that he’s making your job easier for you as you leaned in to pepper all the kisses you could over it, giggling as he bucked his hips up in desperate need for friction. It had been so long since you had touched yourself let alone had sex, there was no doubt that Sakuya was in the same boat. You remembered the wide-eyed look he gave you after you asked if he even masturbated since he had to share a room, basking in the way your heart fluttered at how cute a totally red-faced Sakuya looked.

He was still noisy, just how you liked him, moaning at each movement and kiss you gave him. His head was only full of thoughts of you, just like they had been the past week. But these ones were more positive, full of happier memories, full of a hope for the future of your relationship. He could feel how much you loved him each time he thrust into you, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered sweet nothings into them. He had been afraid that he’d mess up the first time you ever had sex and you had promised to keep him calm, giving him quiet encouragement while taking the lead. He discovered that, while he did want to make you feel good, he liked it better when you took the lead and allowed him to follow. He liked hearing your voice directly in his ear, he liked hearing you whimper his name and tell him how perfect he was at making you feel good.

“Aah- I don’t think I can last much longer…!” Sakuya is starting to sweat but is still making noble attempts to keep a steady rhythm, his arms wrapping around your middle to bring you close to him. “Can we come together? I want to-”

“Mmm, yeah we can, I’m really close…” You reached down to touch yourself to help you along but Sakuya beat you to it, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes and another smile; you couldn’t resist him any longer, leaning in to lock lips with him again as you both come. You feel the desperate twitching of his hips, the way his fingers are digging into the soft flesh of your hips but never enough to so much as leave a mark. He was always gentle with you even within the throes of passion and you truly loved that your body was such a naturally kind, caring soul.

“I love you.”

Again, those three little words are exchanged.

Again, you return them, meaning them now more than ever.

You’re no longer surprised to see Sakuya on your doorstep because you’ve come to one simple realization.

You are his home.

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cosmiclatte28 · 3 years

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Dream a Dream (Renjun x you)

a/n: Hello! It’s been a while, but happy new year! Sorry for not updating any stories, as I mentioned in previous post I have several stories stuck because of home works and a busy week.

So, here marks my first oneshot of Renjun and first oneshot after the Christmas project! Without further delay, here we go!

Warning : angst but of course it ends beautifully you can also see I am simping Renjun now :D

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For the second time, you sigh and look into your brother’s eyes trying to find help. The dining room suddenly feels so suffocating and you try to cower yourself to feel smaller in this room. Across you is your brother, Jeno, and on his right is your father beside you sit your mother.

“I have told you, you are not going to Japan, not to study there.” Your mother continues her rambling. It is dinner, but she doesn’t seem to care. The atmosphere is ruined, for you, to enjoy the heartful dinner.

You want to backlash at her words, saying that no matter what she says, you will find a way to get that scholarship offer and fly to the Rising Sun country to pursue a degree. However, you know better to be quiet now if you still want to try and coax her tomorrow.

Earlier you were saying that your application to your dream university in Japan is accepted, Jeno was delighted when he heard this but your happiness come to an end right the second your mother went into your room and snatch the acceptance letter. Her eyes widened and the next thing you know, she stormed out of the room with a hard look on her face.

When your father arrives home, everyone is seated in their chairs and mother decided to talk about the acceptance letter and how you are not allowed to go.

“I’ve told you (y/n), you are my only daughter and I do not want to lose my only daughter.” She at first calmly says this. Then she continues “Didn’t I tell you already that you’re beautiful, pretty, charming, and those traits are enough to ensure you a rich husband that will fulfil your life perfectly.”

Your father doesn’t seem to object nor care, well you believe he is already tired listening the same thing going on for the last three years. Since your freshman year in high school, you’ve been telling your family of your dream to study in Japan, but since day one, your mother objected. Her reason was not because you’re dumb or your family cannot fund the tuition, it’s merely because she believes a daughter shouldn’t live a hard life. Studying and working hard are the responsibilities of the men she said, and women like you just have to find the rich husband, dress nice beside them and be their good companion.

“Mom, I know, but the world has changed. I want to pursue my dream like Jeno hyung.” You politely speak up.

Her grip on the spoon stiffens and she looks into you sternly, “Jeno should earn his degree so he can work successfully and provide good wealth for his family. You darling, I am offering you an easier path and I know just the perfect place to find you the dearest, rich husbands. Now enough of this talk, finish dinner and help me clean up the dishes.”

Jeno kicks your leg under the table to at least send you a signal that he is going to stand on your side. His face shows he is sorry for you, but he knows now is not the right time yet to speak up.

Dinner ended and you help your mom to wash the dishes. Well you do have maids, but they do not stay the night at home. The maids are only here from morning to noon, dinner must be taken care by your mom and you.

“(Y/n), for the sake of god. Stop acting foolish. I’ve seen you sneaking around to extra science classes at school, instead of going to the socialite gathering I signed you up for.” She said in disappointment.

You sigh, well in your private school for elites there is a silly community where the rich gathers and make bonds, attend weekend parties or social events, and if you’re lucky win one of their hearts and got asked a hand for marriage.

“It’s just a science club, they’re fun and I only go there once a week.” You lie, you go there every Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and just pop into the community once in a month.

Your mother chuckles, “You think I am stupid? I know you do not attend the socialite gathering, you always go home to finish a lab report. I mean you being in your room, without any loud voice of the TV nor any sound of you calling anyone means you either read or do something. You don’t read because your books are in the library.”

You curse in your heart, she really is as smart as Sherlock, why can’t she allow you to use your similarly brilliant brain to study rather than prepare to be a good wife.

“I am texting the school’s principal to ban you from that science club, you must attend the community’s events. Also, stop seeing that man from your science club, Huang? Huang Renjun is it? He isn’t as noble as the others, instead I suggest you learn more about that son of NA CORPS, Jaemin.” she wipes her wet hands on the towel and leaves you speechless.

You stand in front of the sink, perplexed that your mother knows everything about your secret. More surprisingly she knows Renjun, now who is spilling the secret here?

You go up to your room and sit on your bed. Your eyes drift to the duffel bag you’ve prepared this week. Your phone rings and you pick it up with a big grin.

“Renjun-a!” you greet him as you fling yourself to the big soft mattress in your lavender room.

There is a soft giggle from the other end, “Hey there princess,” he greets. You blush at the nickname, Renjun has been your best friend since the first day of school. You share a table with him and he shares the same timetable as yours. He is a fun guy with angelic features, blonde hair, and beautiful voice. Both of you love nature and has been in the science club and scout team for three years. This Friday there is a scout camp going on until Sunday and Renjun had helped you sign up for it, since your mother would maybe die if she knows her daughter is not only a science club member but also a scout girl.

“So, are you packed up for Friday?” he asks just in case you need help from him to get supplies.

You shake your head, “No need. Mom actually thought I am going to stay over at Victoria’s house. Well she promised she won’t spill any tea and lie for me as I promise her Jeno’s number.”

Renjun giggles, he knows you will find a way and he has no doubt that 97% of them always work.

“Great then, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. Good night luv, take care!” Renjun sends a flying kiss through the phone and you blush at this. He is not your boyfriend, but look at how comfortable he is to flirt around with you.

“Bye bye Injunie,” you squeak and close your phone right in time when the door opens and a wild Jeno appears.

“You’re staying in Victoria’s house?” he asks, apparently your mother told him not to pick you up tomorrow because you’re staying over.

You pull him into your side and glance on the door. “Shh, I lied. Keep it a secret, I’ll be in the mountain tomorrow. So, if there is no signal or bad reception.. please cover up for me.”

Jeno shakes his head, “Cover up? I need to lie again?”

You plead him with your puppy eyes he always lose to, “I’ll accompany you to the cat café next month for the whole week.”

He smiles “Nice, don’t worry I’ll pretend I know what you’re doing.”

You grin “Oh please work on the lie with Victoria, so if mom cross checks you two won’t be caught lying. I have put her name under your contact list.”

Jeno looks surprised, but just shakes his head. “Come here,” He pulls you into his arms and hugs you.

You breathe in and relax your shoulder, “I am sorry for what mom always do to you. I’ll try to talk with her when you’re away. Just take good care of yourself and have fun okay!” he ruffles your hair and kisses your forehead.

“Thank you hyung,” you whisper and detach yourself from him.

The next day, you’re very excited to finally leave behind your problems with mom and just enjoy your freedom in the camping grounds. It’s just near the mountain and the track is not hard. You and Renjun are a part of the officer team, considering the fact that both of you are senior here.

“Need help pitching that tent?” Renjun pops up behind you and you shake your head, “Nah, I’m good, almost done. Why don’t you help the juniors?” you point your chin at a group of struggling kids, well it is not surprising some of them are never raised this way but they have to choose one activity outside subject and the scout activity is always the one with least student. So, those who are late in registering will end up here.

You finish setting up your tent, help the others too and go with the activities. There’s nothing much to do, you just have to prepare dinner with Renjun while the other instructors will lead the troop to explore the areas and learn basic nature things.

You admit Renjun cooks better than you, although his cooking skills are just to the point where it is edible, yours are worse.

“How is this?” Renjun brings a spoonful of the red kimchi stew he is making, and you take a taste test.

Your eyes lighten up, “Hm this is way better than what you always make for me.” He sends you a death glare, but you’re used to it. “Hey at least I am saying something good.” You bump his shoulder and his smile relights.

“Look at the cute couple here, what are you two making this time?” A familiar mischievous voice makes the two of you turn your heads to sigh at the man coming to the cooking area.

“Haechan,” you sigh, “We’re not a couple and what are you doing here? What’s your duty?” you ask as you continue helping Renjun cuts up tofu and onions. Haechan is the most annoying yet dearest friend of yours.

“I am the guarding team, my job is basically in the night with Mark. Don’t worry, I won’t bother you two if you’re going to spend a time alone in the woods.” He winks and you throw him a spoon, that missed but he’s happily running away. Renjun stays quiet somehow after Haechan’s appearance but you don’t really take matter of it. He’s always quiet when he’s focused.

Dinner went amazingly well, all of the tired students enjoy Renjun’s kimchi stew and you’re glad you don’t have to wash the dishes, the students played a game and losing team has to clean up.

The night activity too was like the usual one, where we sit around the bon fire and tell stories. It is dark and now you’re alone with Renjun left by your side. He grabs a guitar someone brought and after taking glance around, Renjun picks the strings and start playing a piece of melody. You lean into his shoulder, something you’ve always done to him and watch as the starry night move above you.

“That is beautiful but why are you playing such a sad song?” you ask Renjun after the pretty angel plucks his last string. You cannot lie listening to a sad song in the night alone with Renjun hurts so much. You suddenly remember the small quarrel with your mom and you feel like you have to tell him this.

“Injun-a, do you know that there’s a lot of thing I want to share with you but sometimes I can’t find the right time to say it.” You avert your gaze away from his soft eyes.

“First and foremost, I am sorry that…” your voice trails off but Renjun stays there to listen, “I am sorry I cannot fulfil our promise to leave for Japan together.” You sigh.

It’s a small promise you made with Renjun on your first month of friendship and since then both of you have been working hard to get good grades and prepare the requirements for entering the university.

Renjun did not look surprised, but he is the best man in covering his feelings. Unlike Renjun who can read you like an open book, you cannot read him at all. He just plays with his fingers and after a while looks into your eyes.

“(y/n), I know it’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself, besides we can still figure out a way to fulfil this dream of ours.” He calmly threads your hair.

You shake your head, “It won’t happen Renjun, mom looks final with her decision. I am so sorry you have to leave by yourself.”

The young man chuckles dryly, “If you’re not going, then I won’t too.”

You snap at him, “What do you mean? It is your dream too!”

He nods, “It is my dream, and yours too. Our promise is to achieve our dream together right? So if fate decides to leave one of us behind, screw it I’ll stay.”

You can no longer hold back the tears in your eyes, who are you to deserve him? He really is an angel in disguise, always putting your importance first before his.

“Don’t cry, I am not going anywhere if you’re not there.” Was his last promise before he engulfs you into his warm shoulder and hugs you as the last bits of fire flickers in the dark and went out.

It is dark now, with only the moon shining over both of your face. Your glazy eyes met his and without second thoughts, you bring your lips to seal his. When there is no sign of objections you hold it there, letting Renjun takes over instead. One of his arm makes his way to the nape of your neck, gently pressing your head closer to him so he can devour you. So this unexplainable emotions in your hearts can be set free.

It’s not passionate, it’s rushed, full of hurt emotion, and sadness. You feel pain as you try to remember just how soft his lips are, after this you may never see him again. Renjun finally lets go and under the moonlight you can see him wiping away a tear. Your heart cracks, “Injun-ie,” you bring your thumb to wipe his cheek, but he is faster to hold your wrist in the air.

Your face shows surprise, is he rejecting you? He didn’t wipe his tear. Instead, he asks you a question you never expect him to ask.

“Do you ever love me as someone more than a friend?” his sincere question laced with dreadful pain makes you close your eyes.

“I love you to the point that it hurts Renjun,” you reply in a heartbeat.

He closes his eyes and forces a sad smile, “Can you just once, tell me you love me?”

You want to ask him what he means by once? You’ll tell him over and over! But since you’re an open book to him, he answers you first before you can even gasp

“I know you’re forbidden to love me, I don’t want you to say that to me. It’s a sacred word prin- I mean (y/n). You should only say that to the person you truly love.” He looks down on his feet. Your heart burns when he refuses to even call you by his nickname.

He’s not dumb, he knows how this society of the rich works. It is always them choosing their daughter and son’s partner. He knows your mother doesn’t like him, merely because she never invites him to any of the tea party or dinner. The school knows that your family had made a promise to Jaemin’s family that if their children are of different gender, they will tie the bond. It’s just wonderful how the whole school, including Renjun, knows but not you.

Yes, you and Jaemin both know nothing. Both parents just try to make it look “natural” by sending their children to the same school, put them in the same group of community, and make them see each other as frequent as possible.

You stop crying and look into his eyes, “Renjun, you say I just have to say that word to the man I really love right?”

He nods, he knows he is dumb for saying that. He should’ve just asked you out to be his before you and Jaemin become a thing, but that will just hurt you and him. And having to hurt more is not something Renjun needs right at this moment.

“I love you Renjun,” you whisper sincerely. This may be the only chance you get to say it out loud to him. And the brilliant boy seizes his moment too, “I love you too, princess.”

You and Renjun stay together for a couple of minutes in silence. Because sometimes silence speaks louder, and emotions are conveyed better. You did not know where tomorrow will bring you, but at least you’re not regretting your decision tonight that being telling your true feelings to the person you love.

end.

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sukirichi · 3 years

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— LOVE LETTER FROM ANON ; 💌

this is from an ask i received. i copy pasted and replied here as a text post since i can’t put “read more” on anon asks and it’s quite long hehehe. to the anon who sent me this, i give you loads of my love, thank you so much for everything !!

[ the ask ]

hi lovely,

i just read earned it and i have a couple things i’d like to say to you if you don’t mind. before i start, i completely understand if you don’t want to share this ask or even read at all which is fair. but if you do decide to read it, i know that one person such as me cannot change the decisions a writer had made such as discontinuing a series but i hope that this allows you some sense of peace or happiness towards your creation and end of earned it. i’m actually writing this is my notes before i send it to you so that’s how you know i truly mean it. buckle up baby!

i’d like to start with this; i just read and finished all the remaining chapters of earned it. i don’t know how to say this without sounding arrogant or cocky which truly isn’t my intention here, i promise so i’ll just say it as is. i swear to ever loving god, i’ve scoured the entirety of tumblr, ao3, fanfiction.net, wattpad, everything and anything, and it still isn’t very often that i find works like these, far and few between dare i say. ive looked through almost everything i could get my hands on to read in the jjk fandom and dear god, do you manage to keep on surprising me. i’ve read majority if not all your works along with following you on ao3 and tumblr, and i must say. i truly am so fucking impressed. completely and absolutely fucking floored if you will. the amount of plot twists and pure emotion you managed to put into this is only something i can dream of ever creating.

i cannot lie, it truly my hearts to think that people gave you so much shit over this to which ended in you deciding to discontinue along with your lack of interest which at least, is understandable unlike the hate. i literally cannot comprehend how people would be unhappy with the outcome so far after reading it since it was beyond fucking magnificent in my eyes. it kept me on my toes the entire time whilst never managing to bore me once and as someone with adhd, thats fucking hard to do, i’ll admit it. props to you. and as much as i want to grovel and beg for crumbs, something, anything to know about how it ends, i know that that will most likely accomplish nothing to both you and i so decided to just say this.

thank you for writing this. thank you for not only writing it but dealing with the experience of unwanted and negative criticism to the point you had to stop and discontinue it whilst also being generous and amazing enough to keep it up so other people could still read it. i really hope your proud of earned it and how it turned out so far, because if i were you, i’d be so bloody fucking proud i wouldn’t know what to do with myself.

my friends often tell me i overstep my boundaries and i really hope i aren’t doing that with this but i just really, truly, wanted to express my genuine appreciation and thanks towards your writing and towards you as a writer that puts out content, not to mention for free!!!!, for people like me. i also don’t want to seem as if i’m glorifying earned above all your other works, because that’s not what i mean. your writing is just… just fucking chefs kiss. sorry, my brains starting to run out of words at this point but oh my god. thank you for letting me experience the experience of earned it even though there was no proper end. i’d rather have that than nothing at all. and maybe i misread this entire thing, maybe you are goddamn proud of your work, which you fuckinf should be considering the pure quality it is. once again, chefs kiss!!

i just… i don’t know what to say anymore. your writing, quite literally, has made me completely fucking breathless in a good way of course. anyways, i hope this wasn’t too much of a ramble and at least managed to make you smile or something. have a lovely day sweetheart!!!! <333 :*)

OMG ANON PLS FORGIVE ME IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME DAYS TO RESPOND TO, I DIDN’T WANT TO GIVE YOU A HALF ASSED RESPONSE SO I WAITED TO GET MY MENTAL ENERGY BACK TO A HUNDRED PERCENT SO I CAN SEND BACK MORE LOVE TO YOU WHOLEHEARTEDLY !! FIRST OF ALL UHM…

you really made me speechless with this one, you have no idea. I’ve lost count of the times I’ve reread this and teared up a little bit because you know… I’m so shocked like I really have no idea what I did to receive such a sweet message because I’m just writing silly fanfics when I’m feeling it yknow? Or at least that’s what it seems like because it turns out I have a huge impact on others and I’m able to make people happy like I’ll never EVER get used to that feeling and I mean that in a good way !! Like I’m in a constant state of disbelief that people are this affected by my content and I’m just…

I’m so thankful truly PLEASE can I give you a hug I’m so happy sobs sobs sobs

also baby, thank you sm for this again AAAAHH. I’m not sure if you really mean ‘Earned It’ the mafia! gojo series or ‘Reckless’ the CEO gojo series though ?? Both are discontinued but Earned It was discontinued bcos my dumbass killed Naoya there and he was my favorite so I lost the motivation and it was all my fault SOBBSSS. as for Reckless though, yeah I’d say it was mostly the hate I got for it that demotivated me into continuing it :// but if this ask is meant for Earned It, then yes thank you so much for the kind words as well, though I didn’t really receive hate for it so no worries !!

and aaah anon im…I’m at a loss for words lmao but the part where you said where you would be proud if you wrote it, that’s really…LIKE IDK it just hit me bcos oftentimes I look at something I poured my heart into, but then I’d have days where I’d be like YIKES that wasn’t a good one. its so easy to forget the effort we put into something when we’re affected by external factors. and yeah even though I really don’t want to continue either series anymore, thank you for leaving me the important note of being proud of myself <33

although the series (earned it) wasn’t really something I’d properly executed and planned for, I do remember being passionate over it and feeling truly excited to update. even if it didn’t end out the way I wanted it to, it’s still something I poured my heart on and that’s magnificent on its own, so I’ll be prouder of myself from now on <33

no worries bb you are not overstepping any boundaries at all !! believe me when I say this ask truly do means a lot to me – more than you’ll ever know. messages like these are what keeps me going, as feedback is important to writers, but most of all it’s the genuine support and sincerity that gets to me.

I’m truly humbled and grateful right now. thank you for this again and again and again.

THIS MADE ME MORE THAN SMILE !! there’s a lot of things I’m struggling with even if I don’t publicly express it, but messages like these will always have a special place in my heart. I’m sincerely grateful for everything, and I’ll continue writing here and sharing my works!! It’s supportive people like you that make these moments worthwhile. I’ll never forget this message anon AAAAH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU THANK YOU YOU HAVE AN EVEN BETTER DAY OR NIGHT, you have me weak in the knees for this

OKAY BRB SOBBING IN HAPPINESS

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #suki: for keeps #uwu anon

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miraculous-mare · 4 years

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Firsts - Maribat March Day 1

I know I’m super late but this month is a mess for me. I’m doing my best to catch up, promise. This is a cute yet slightly angsty Marinette x Conner fit based on a text post by @incorrect-maribat. Friends to lovers and a ton of mutual pining. I’ll link the post in the morning as I can’t find it now.

@maribat-archive @maribat-march2020

Warning: Alcohol consumption

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It is statistically proven that, if one was to rank people’s attractiveness on an integer-based, numerical scale, the average score Marinette Dupain Cheng would receive from everyone on Planet Earth (and other planets, in both this and other dimensions), would be a 1000. Out of ten.

Of course, this number is heavily skewed: Marinette, who considers herself to be a zero, is an outlier and should not be counted.

Unfortunately (that is, for all real life applications of this metaphor) Marinette’s opinion of Marinette is the only one that does count.

Which, Conner thinks, is why she is currently sitting on his kitchen counter after another failed date, clutching a near-empty bottle of wine in her hand and explaining to him, in great and undoubtedly false detail, exactly how unloveable she is.

“But Mari,” he whines, not for the first time that night. “You can’t actually believe any of that crap. You’re gorgeous, incredibly talented, and I’ve seen you yeet super-powered aliens straight into walls! What’s not to love?”

“No, you don’t get it. It’s just…” she frowns and taps her fingers on the counter, as if trying to find the words. Conner notes that as the night goes on, and the bottle in her hand empties, her ramblings become less self-deprecating and more amusing. He wonders when the ladybug instincts will knock her out and he’ll have to carry her to bed, and thinks about having to sleep on the couch again.

Suddenly, Marinette sits straight up, almost knocking her head into the cabinet behind her. She brings her empty hand in front of her and waves it erratically, as of grasping for something invisible.

“I got it! See, it’s like this.” Her sentences are heavily punctuated, and she fixes Conner with a heavy stare. “Objectively, I’m not that bad, it’s just that no one is into me. It’s like, I’m a snack, but no one is hungry!” At that last declaration she sits back, a wide smile lighting up her face. Conner can’t help but think of how beautiful she looks, perched wine-drunk in his apartment in the dead of night acting like she’d just dispensed priceless wisdom upon him.

“Well, I for one am fucking starving,” he whispers under his breath, then quickly clamps a hand over his mouth. She can’t have heard that, he thinks, feeling his cheeks turning bright red. But when he dares to look up at her he sees her staring back at him, brows furrowed and face scrunched up. “No- Mari, I’m sorry, I was just kidding— hey, are you crying?”

She shook her head and took another swig from her wine bottle, but he could see the tears streaming down her face. In a flash, he was standing in front of her, pulling the bottle away from her face and cradling her arms in his. Shit. Conner hated watching Marinette cry, hated to see her reduced to a blubbering mess of blotched cheeks tears, hated to be responsible for it. “I’m so sorry Mari, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I- please tell me how to make it better.”

She doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she closes her eyes, trying to regain control. Conner can feel her body shake under his hands and has to resist the urge to pull her into a hug. She probably hates you right now, he thinks. What were you thinking? You can’t just hit on a girl when she’s vulnerable like that! He is about to launch into a fresh tirade of I’m sorry’s when she finally looks up, blue eyes watery. He expects her to yell at him. To pull him away from her and storm out of his apartment. He does not expect her to pull her arm back and slap him harshly on the chest. Superboy, invulnerable as he is, still flinches at the sudden contact.

“You can’t just say stuff like that Conner! It-it’s not fair.” She is sobbing again, her hand grabbing fistfuls of his t-shirt and her face buried in his chest. He stood frozen, stuck with his arms on either side of her, desperately wanting to wrap them around her but afraid she wouldn’t want him to. “Look, it’s just, I can never tell if you're kidding or not. One moment it’s like, you might actually be into me and the next you’re calling me your best friend again. And I know I’m gonna wake up tomorrow and be super embarrassed for having this conversation with you but you know what? I really like you! And I… I really like this wine. This is really good wine.” At that, she pulls him closer and collapses into him, her body slumping into his. Slowly, Conner lets his arms find their way to her waist and wrap around her.

“Hey, Mari. I like you too, yeah? We-we can talk about this in the morning, okay? Let’s get you to bed.” He got nothing but a soft grumble in return, and he pulls her off the counter and carries her into his room. She clings to him like a koala, arms and legs wound tightly around his torso, and he tries not to let the overwhelming smell of cinnamon body wash and strawberry shampoo and Marinette Dupain Cheng overwhelm him. She’s drunk, she’s drunk, she’s drunk, he thinks over and over, she doesn’t know what she’s saying. Still, as he lays her down on his bed and pulls the covers over her, Conner can’t help but hope they’ve unlocked something, can’t help but pray things might change between them.

He wishes her goodnight, still hovered over her half asleep form, and resolves to get her a glass of water and an Advil before he sets up the couch-bed. Yet, when he moves to stand, her hand grabs his arm and she holds him in place above her.

“Conner,” she whispers, her voice muffled by sleep and the covers. The dim light from the kitchen dances across her face, and Conner can’t help but stare at her glowing freckles. “Can you sleep here tonight?”

He’s caught off guard by her question. He’d always slept on the couch when she came over, no questions asked. “Are you sure, Mari? I don’t want to bother you, not when you’re alr—“

She doesn’t let him finish speaking, tugging on his arm to pull him down next to her. He doesn’t stop her.

It’s only once they’ve pulled the covers over each other, and Marinette has wrapped Conner’s body around hers, that he lets himself hope she was serious.

#maribat #maribat march #Marinette Dupain Cheng x Conner kent #mlb x dc

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country-club · 4 years

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Good Stuff - Rafe Cameron

Reader X Rafe Based on the song ‘Good Stuff’ by Griff Wordcount: 2.636 Summary: You and Rafe dated for a while and you just found out he got arrested. a/n italics are flashbacks and bold are the lyric. Warnings: mentions of drinking, drugs and sex in the slightest

Take it back to the start No, I can't tell you apart When we lost one another That's when I rediscover My memories in the clouds But no feet on the ground 'Cause I know I should forget you Why can't I just regret you?

Rafe just got arrested for shooting sheriff Peterkin. You couldn’t believe what you read. Rafe? Your Rafe? The Rafe you loved and cared for the past year. Though you had been broken up for almost a month now, you weren’t over him. Sarah had texted you the news. When you started hanging out with Rafe’s sister, Sarah, you came over to his house a lot. You always kind of liked Rafe, but never understood why. And though you have tried to ask about his day and chat, he always cut it short. Needless to say the two of you never actually had a conversation, until one night where Sarah had one drink too many. Sarah was with you at The Cut. The other Pogues had left a while ago, leaving you and Sarah for some girl-talk. It was fun and all until Sarah said she felt sick. You had too much to drink to drive and decided to call Rafe. You used Sarah’s phone and to your slightest surprise he answered quickly.

“What could you possibly want, Sarah? It’s almost 1.” He didn’t sound so happy.

“Hey Rafe, it’s y/n.”

“Oh, hey y/n. What’s up?” He asked.

“Well, I was wondering if you could come pick up Sarah. We’ve been drinking and she’s not feeling well.” It was quiet for a bit.

“Yeah I’ll be there in 10.” He finally said. Once he had arrived, Sarah had already thrown up some of the mixed drinks you had made her. Rafe pulled his car up and opened the window. “Hey sis, hey y/n.” He greeted you two. Sarah was completely out of it. You sat het down in the back.

“Hey Rafe. Thank you for picking up Sarah. Sorry if I woke you.”

“No problem. What did you give her?” You combed your hand through your hair.

“I- uh, we were messing around and she had asked me to mix her something, but I guess it was a bit too much.” You rambled. Feeling nervous because Rafe was talking to you, and a bit drunk seeing as you almost had as much alcohol in your body as Sarah by now.

“Alright, uh could you perhaps stay in the backseat with her? Don’t want to clean up any puke.” You nodded. It’s the least you could do after calling him at 1am to pick up his sister that you got drunk in the first place. The ride to their place was quiet. You made sure Sarah was alright and brought her to her room. You tucked her into bed and placed aspirin and water on her nightstand.

“Thanks again, Rafe. I don’t think I could’ve carried her this far on my own.” You smiled as you walked downstairs. Rafe was waiting on you, looking at his phone screen.

“So, what are your plans now?” he asked.

“Going home, sleeping out this hangover.”

“To The Cut?”

“Yes, home.”

“I could drop you off?” You thought about it for a second but agreed. Walking alone at this time wouldn’t be smart. Also, you don’t mind being around Rafe. You got into the front seat this time. Rafe put the radio on softly. The alcohol started kicking in harder. Your throat hurt and your legs started tingling. “Are you alright?” He looked over to you. You nodded and zapped trough the radio stations. Rafe’s hand brushing yours when moved the poke around.

The silence was killing you.

“You’re like really pretty, you know. Has anyone ever told you that?” Rafe was a bit shocked by your comment. He stayed quiet for a minute.

“You’re kinda pretty..for a pogue.” He replied.

“Now why do you have to say it like that. Just say I’m pretty, Rafe.”

“You’re pretty, Y/n.”

“Thank you.” You smiled proudly. And there was home. Rafe stopped the car and you reached for the door. Rafe decided to join and got out of the car as well. You walked up to your door and sat down on the porch. You tapped the ground next to you. Rafe looked around and sat down. “Why were you still awake?” You managed to ask.

“Just couldn’t sleep. You know those kinds of nights.” You nodded. You have had enough of sleepless nights in the past, and currently.

“I cuddle my pillow sometimes.” Rafe looked at you and burst out in laughter. You hushed him, pointing at your house. “Parents. But for real, it works. You seem kind of lonely, and when I’m lonely it works wonders.” Rafe put his hand on your shoulder.

“Maybe we should get you inside, y/n. Time for bed.” He stood up and offered you his hand, which you gracefully took. While standing up you tripped over air, leaning slightly against Rafe. “You could’ve just asked for a hug, you know.” You hit him playfully in the shoulder and opened your front door.

“Goodnight Rafe.”

“Goodnight, y/n.” Before closing your door you heard Rafe’s voice one more time. “How about you make one of those cocktails for me sometime?”

“I will.”

You had kept your promise. You had made so much cocktails for Rafe, some good, some really bad, but most of them alcoholic. In exchange for your mixing skills, you rarely had to cuddle your pillow at night. You take out your phone and open his Instagram page. He never posts, which means he never deletes a post once he finally posted something. There were about 5 pictures on here. The second to last one being your midsummers date. He looked handsome as ever. It was the first time the two of you were really out in the public, together, as a couple.

We were fighting fires every night when you met me And it's not fair at all

You were used to sneaking around with Rafe by now. You have been dating for a month, knowing that your friends wouldn’t be behind your choice. The Pogues barely got into fights with Rafe anymore. And though they thank Sarah for it, it feels like an accomplishment you achieved. The two of you had fought and argued a lot about him being an ass to your friends. You had told him you wouldn’t date him If he kept acting like this, so he promised to stop. And he kept his word. Today marks the day that Rafe hasn’t gotten in any fights with JJ, John B or Pope, for 3 weeks. It also marks 3 weeks of sobriety, at least of coke. Even before you started dating Rafe opened up about his use and you tried to help as much as you could. Mainly by distracting him.

So, today you decided to surprise him. You told him to come over to your boat. It wasn’t big, nor expensive. But you could drive with it and it was yours. You had lit fake candle lights and put little rose pedals around the deck, joined by a bottle of whiskey and snacks. As soon as Rafe arrived he saw the boat light up. He jogged over, only to see you, his princess, sitting between roses and pretend-candles, holding up the bottle of whiskey. Rafe got on the boat.

“Is this for me?” He asked shyly. You nodded.

“I’m incredibly proud of you baby and how much you changed the past month. In a good way.” He pulled you into a hug. You let go of him and looked in those beautiful blue eyes. Standing on your toes you pressed your lips against his.

“I love you, y/n.” Rafe said, making you crash into his lips again.

“I love you too, Rafe.” You let go of him, grabbing the bottle of whiskey. “So, what do you say?”

After a couple of drinks and the two of you messing around on the boat, you wanted to ask something. And, as if he could smell you wanted to, Rafe opened his mouth to ask you something.

“You first.”

“Alright, alright,” Rafe got up and sat down on one knee in front of you. “y/n y/l/n, do you want to go to midsummers with me?” You couldn’t help but laugh at his action.

“I thought we were-“

“I know, I know. But I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to introduce you as my girlfriend.” Rafe couldn’t stop himself from smiling after calling you his girlfriend.

“Okay, yeah sure, I’ll go with you.” No doubt.

“Now, what did you want to ask me?”

“I was going to ask if you were down for a swim..” Rafe nodded and got up. He offered you his hand and pulled you up as well. You tried not to yell at him when he threw you in the water. He jumped as well. The two of you playing around in the water before you wrapped your legs around his waist, and he held your back. You opened your arms wide. “I love you thiiiiiis much!” You exclaimed before wrapping your arms around the boy.

Why'd you leave me with the good stuff, babe And forget about the mess we made? Oh, I wish that my mouth didn't smile when I think of you But you left me with the good stuff, babe And I know that it's a crying shame It's a million times harder when I don't hate you

The latest picture he had posted was of you in his bed, wearing his shirt which was way too big on you. He loved it. He loved seeing you wear his clothes. Even more so if he could take it off.

It had been a crazy party at Topper’s. Both you and Rafe had some drinks, not too many though. You had spent the day with the Pogues and Rafe was very happy to see you at the party. You talked about your day before joining Topper and Kelce at a game of beer pong.

“Show ‘em how it’s done baby.” Rafe cheered you on.

It was around 1 when you gave in and went to the toilet. A new personal record, though you did arrive fashionably late. You made small talk with a girl waiting on her friend. Her friend came out and gave you a look. “You’re with Rafe right?” You nodded, really needing to go to the toilet. “I heard he’s pretty big, if you know what I mean.”

“I know what you mean.” Her friend tried to pull her away.

“So, is he any good?”

“That’s none of your business.” You tried not to get angry, feeling your blood boil. Why would anyone ask that? You get that she was probably a bit drunk and you didn’t quit understand why you were getting so protective over Rafe, but you were.

Her friend pulled her away and you finally went to the toilet. Once you got back outside and found Rafe sitting down, you put your arms around him, whispering in his ear. “Rumor has it, you’re packing.” You laughed. Rafe didn’t quite get it. You see, the two of you have been dating for almost 2 months, but with everything going on you decided to take it slow. Needless to say, you haven’t actually gone there with Rafe. You kissed his cheek. And his neck. You looked around to see nobody watching you and nibbled softly on his earlobe. “Wanna head to your place?” You asked. Rafe got up immediately and told Topper you were off. You were already making your way to Rafe’s place. Rafe running up behind you and picking you up. He carried you on his back the rest of the walk. Once you arrived at his house, you went straight to his room. You sat down on his bed and Rafe close the door.

“Have I told you how much I love you yet today?” He walked up to you and put his hands on your cheeks. You moved your face towards his, making your lips touch. He sat down next to you and you crawled on top of his lap, taking his shirt of and kissing him. He held you by your waist and started kissing you neck.

It was a beautiful night with a lot of cuddles and ‘I love you’s’. Oh, I try to rewind Every scene in my mind And for you, I've got tunnel vision And I've blocked out every collision And in another life, yeah Do me a favour and try To leave me broken and bitter So moving on's a little quicker

After 8 months of having a wonderful relationship with Rafe, things started to go south. Rafe was fighting with his dad, which led to him visiting Barry again. At the same time money was tight at home and you had to spend more days working. You not being able to see Rafe as much and him hiding his drug use from you, brought a lot of tension in your relationship.

You spend the evening with the Pogues at the beach, drinking. You had just got done with working and went straight to the beach. It was just Kie, Pope, John B, JJ and you tonight. You were playing some games and talked for a while.

“So, what’s up with Rafe, y/n?” JJ asked. You were unsure why and looked at him confused. Pope tried to hush JJ, but that didn’t stop him. “Your little boyfriend is acting up again.” He said. You only just realized both JJ and Pope were covered in little cuts and bruises.

“What happened?” You looked though your phone in your bag.

“We were just delivering some groceries and I guess he is done playing nice. It was fun while it lasted.” Pope added. You were speechless. You also had 5 missed calls from Rafe.

“I’m so sorry guys, he’s been getting in fights with his dad lately.” They didn’t blame you. Your conversation was cut short when you heard a car pull up. It was Rafe. You got up immediately. So did the other Pogues. “I got it guys.” You reassured them. You walked up to Rafe, who got out of his car.

“Baby, why have you been ignoring my calls? I was worried.” He pulled you into a hug. You were confused.

“I was at work Rafe. I just got off.”

“Right and you don’t even check your phone?” He seemed angry with you. You shook your head.

“No, Rafe, I was hanging out with the Pogues.” He started to laugh.

“Right those Pogues.” It was your turn to get angry.

“They are my friends Rafe.”

“I can’t believe you left me for them. I need you, y/n.”

“Rafe, I know things aren’t easy for you at home, but that’s no reason to hurt my friends.” Rafe started to realize his fuck up.

“Is this it then?”

“Only if you make me choose.” You would pick the Pogues over Rafe, even if it meant breaking your own heart. “Maybe it’s for the better if we stopped seeing each other. We’ve been fighting and I know you’re using again.” Your voice was quiet. Not wanting Rafe to throw a tantrum in front of your friends. You would miss him, but you needed a break. You needed to find yourself and get your own shit together.

“Goodbye, y/n.” Was all he said before getting into his car.

After your breakup you missed Rafe so badly. It hurt walking past the places you two kissed, you still haven’t been to Sarah’s place and you try to avoid Figure 8. You put your phone down, grabbed your pillow and let it all out.

#rafe cameron #rafe #obx #outerbanks #imagine #drew starkey

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baseballbitch116 · 5 years

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Possessive

Request: “Can you do an angsty Paul Lahote x reader story but with a happy ending? Like they can be arguing and he either phases too close or whatever you’d like but ends on a good note please?”

Word Count: 1359

Warnings: angry paul, 2 cuss words

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If there was one thing your boyfriend was known for most - it was his temper. Paul certainly wasn’t the nicest or most level-headed guy, but he had a good heart - something that you brought out of him. But due to you being his imprint and how basically obsessed with you he was, he became extremely overprotective and possessive.

You spent a hell of a lot of time on the Reservation, and obviously formed friendships with the other members of his pack. For the most part, Paul had no problem with this. You suspected it was mostly because of their wolf telepathy - they could never try anything without him finding out about it. They were also rarely alone with you, so Paul had no reason to worry. But that still didn’t stop him from showing off to them. He literally never wasn’t touching you in some way or another. If you were together, he was near you - end of story.

The times that Paul got the most jealous or possessive were when you were around people outside of the Reservation. Such as this time - you had agreed to meet up with a kid you grew up with for coffee.

The day started off fine, like most others. You sat on the porch steps of Emily’s house, watching Embry and Quil wrestle in the yard as the other boys spent time with their imprints. Paul sat behind you on the top step, you between his legs and his arms resting on your shoulders. You laugh along as the boys try to determine who is superior, and it’s a pretty close fight, but Embry wins. You lean your head back and look up at Paul, enjoying his grin at the boys immaturity. His gaze falls on you and you feel him hold you closer against his body, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“Y/N, what time did you say you had to leave?” Leah speaks up from her spot on one of the porch chairs. You mentally curse yourself, realizing that you forgot about your plans tonight, and that you forgot to tell Paul.

“Shit, four. What time is it?” You ask, sitting up straight, much to Paul’s dismay.

“Leave where?” He questions, his body stiffening a little as you begin to stand up.

“Three fifty.” Leah responds, and you huff irritably, heading over to the porch table and grabbing your phone.

“Hello?” Paul speaks, and you distracted ask “Hmm?” As you shoot a text to Peter that you were running late.

“Where are you going?” He asks, standing from his spot and leaning against the railing.

“I uh, ran into a kid I grew up with the other night. Remember? I told you we lived next to each other for years. Well he asked if I wanted to catch up a little, I’m supposed to be meeting him for coffee now.” You ramble, avoiding looking Paul in the eye. Everything is silent after you finish speaking, everyone knowing Paul is likely about to get mad. “He? He’s a guy? You’re meeting for coffee?” He repeats, and you finally look him in the eye. You shove your phone in your pocket and take a few steps toward him, running your hand up his bare arm.

“Yes baby, but you have nothing to worry about. I promise. I won’t even stay long, I’ll come right back here and spend the night.” You say, not waiting for his response as you give him a peck on the cheek and start walking down the steps, waving bye to everyone else.

“Wait wait wait.” He calls out, jogging after you. “Why the hell are you just telling me now?” He presses, standing in your way so you have to stop. You let out a small sigh and shift your weight, hoping he doesn’t seriously start a fight over this.

“I started to yesterday. You didn’t want to listen to me though, remember?” You remind him. You had begun telling him but he kept kissing your neck and running his hands over your body, not listening to a word you had said.

His face stiffens again and he clenches his jaw, nodding shortly. “Babe, it’s just coffee, in a public place, with someone I think of as a brother. I’ve known him my whole life and nothing has ever happened between us. Can’t you trust me?” You argue, trying to hurry up, given that you are already going to be late.

“Yet you’re in such a rush to leave me for him.” He mutters, his voice noticeably deeper now.

“Seriously, Paul?” Is all you respond with, moving past him toward your car. He feels himself getting worked up and he tries hard to control himself but his mind is wandering and getting the best of him. You open the door but he suddenly shoves it shut with his hand aggressively, startling you. “Paul, knock it off.” You hear Sam holler, and he ignores him, his glare focused on you.

“You do not need to be alone with him if you aren’t planning on doing anything with him.” He basically growls. You roll your eyes, a bad move on your part, and pull out your phone as you feel it buzzing. “Hello?” You answer your friend’s call, glaring at Paul.

“Hey, I just got here and they’re actually closed for the day cuz of a pipe leak or something.” Peter says and you huff exasperatedly.

“That’s just great.” You respond sarcastically. “What do you wanna do then?” You ask, glancing up at Paul who is staring intensely at you, obviously listening in.

“Not sure, what about you?” Peter responds. You rack your brain for a moment, trying to think of somewhere to hangout.

“How about La Push beach?” You ask, tilting your head at your boyfriend as if to say ‘I told you so’. This would be a great way to see your friend and also not have to leave Paul and make him suspicious. You see his face lighten up a little and he moves toward you, pulling you into his chest by your elbows and giving you a kiss on the top of your head.

“Okay, that works.” Peter agrees, and so you tell him where to go and hang up. You punch Paul in the chest lightly and look up at him expectantly.

“Sorry.” He mutters, leaning down to give you a kiss on the cheek. You nod and wrap your arms around his torso, rubbing his bare back lightly, resting your head against his pecs.

“You’re irritating.” You mutter with a sigh and you feel his chest rumble with a small laugh.

You guys headed over to Paul’s house and you changed into a pair of short shorts and a tank top. You always had spare clothes over his house ever since you began spending the night more often. “Why so short?” He questions, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he presses his front into you, holding you tight against his half naked body.

“Because I would like to swim.” You mumbles, running your hands through your hair in the mirror. “If you behave tonight I’ll reward you.” You tease, swaying your hips a little so your ass brushes over his groin. You hear an animal like sound emit from him as he dips his head down to your neck and nips at it, his hands pulling you closer and falling to your thighs.

“Don’t tease me.” He groans in your ear, kneading at your thighs as he kisses down your neck.

“Ah ah ah, we’ve got somewhere to be now, since you were so worried about me being alone with him.” You say, pulling out of his grasp and smirking at him. He rolls his eyes and pouts at you.

“But you’re so gorgeous. I won’t last.” He whines like a child, stepping toward you again and trying to pull you in, but you walk past him with a chuckle.

“That sounds like a you problem.” You call out playfully over your shoulder as you head outside toward the car, lovesick Paul trailing behind you like a puppy... ;)

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totally-incorrect-theatre-quotes · 4 years

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Sick Day (fanfic)

While the votes were very close the sick day prompt won out last night, and I was kinda grateful because I had already started writing some of it before I got most of the votes. I’m sure you guys were looking for something more fluffy since my last fic was nothing but sadness and while I delivered some what this is still gonna be kinda sad, but I promise it has a sweet ending! I’m not sure if I’ll post this one to Ao3 but we’ll see :)

TW: sickness, mentions of death, mentions of Nosocomephobia

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The one thing that makes getting the flu even worse is getting the flu during spring break. No missing school because school is already out, so the days off just get wasted laying in bed with one stuffed up nostril, a pile of tissues sprawled on the bed, and the blankets half n and half off because it’s somehow both too hot and too cold. Lydia didn’t get sick often, but when she did it was never fun. Two days before she had felt a fever coming on but decided not to say anything because she still wanted to hang out with Wendy that night, but the next morning she woke up shivering and turns out she had a temperature of one hundred and two. Not the end of the world, but to say Lydia was annoyed was an understatement. Growing up her dad was always paranoid about germs, something Lydia thankfully didn’t inherit, but she still didn’t want to deal with him, lovingly, quarantining her. She took the thermometer, wrapped herself in a blanket, and went to seek the guidance of the ghosts. Ghosts can’t get sick, so they should have nothing to worry about.

Barbara instantly pulled Lydia over to the couch while Adam ran around frantically trying to think of what sick people need, even though all Lydia asked for was a drink of water and maybe some Tylenol to bring her fever down. She ended up with a bowl of chicken noodle soup, slippers, about four different kinds of flu medication, and a cold compress. The first night she just slept on their couch, begrudgingly comfortable as a result of all the stuff Adam brought up to the attic. She would wake up every hour or so feeling crappy but she did get some sleep that night, hoping that maybe she was just tired and not actually sick, she read that online somewhere before. Unfortunately, when she woke up the next morning she definitely was still sick and it was not getting better as quickly as she would have liked. Her throat was all scratchy, she had a terrible headache, and she felt her body burning up under the blankets. She kicked the blankets off her and winced when her warm feet touched the freezing cold ground, she forgot that the Maitland’s couldn’t really feel the temperature so it was always a guess if it would be a sauna or the arctic up there. She coughed into her arm and shuffled downstairs to grab something small to eat, even though she was sick to her stomach she knew that she couldn’t take any medicine on an empty stomach. She managed to eat about half a piece of toast before feeling like she was going to puke, and she quickly swallowed down two pills. She sat down at the table with her head in her hands.

“Not feeling good?” Delia asked form behind her, Lydia simply groaned in response her throat too sore to even speak at this point, “Yeah I heard the flu was going around, I thought you got your flu shot though?”

She rolled her eyes not wanting to get into the debate of how the flu shot isn’t 100% effective and if she hadn’t gotten it she would be much sicker than she was right now. Instead, she just let Delia ramble on about what essential oils and crystals she thought might help ease the symptoms. It was almost soothing monotony as Lydia downed her second glass of orange juice hoping that maybe the extra vitamin C would destroy whatever virus was wreaking havoc on her immune system. Instead, it just made her stomach feel worse. By the time her father came down for the morning Lydia was almost passed out leaning on the table despite the fact she had just woken up maybe fifteen minutes before. Charles walked up to his unusually pale daughter and pressed the back of his hand to her forehead.

“Honey, you’re burning up.”

“I‘ve got a fever.” she mumbled, “Barbara thinks it’s the flu.”

Charles stopped dead in his tracks, he didn’t mean too but he couldn’t help himself from thinking about the past, and what signs he had missed, and now he was starting to overreact. This was a flu, people get the flu all the time, not every fever is a death sentence. Not every stomach bug is a sign of...he wasn’t going to let himself get sucked into it again. He didn’t want to frighten Lydia. Besides she knew as much about the whole ordeal as he did, if she thought something more besides a flu was wrong she would have told him. He forced himself to put on a sympathetic smile, “I’m sorry sweetheart, I hope you feel better soon. Will you be okay if I go to work?”

Lydia nodded knowing fully well that even when Delia and her dad went to work she still had the Maitland’s in the attic if she needed them. Her plan for the day was to either pass out on the couch or in her bed under all the blankets and preferably with her cats to keep her company so she didn’t feel obligated to make conversation. The first day or two of the flu was usually the worst, so she just wanted to sleep through it. She could see the look in her dad’s eyes though, he was worried about her. It would have come off to most people as fatherly or even endearing but to Lydia, it was nothing but a source of anxiety when her father worried about her like that. She sighed a breath of relief when he did eventually go off to work. She pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders, scooped up Cation in her arms and figured if Kraken was roaming somewhere around the house and would come join them whenever she saw fit. She had just about settled on her bed when her phone went off and she saw a text from her father asking if she was alright. She replied with a quick yes, hoping it would satisfy him for now, but she was rewarded with a series of four more texts asking if she needed anything, if she wanted to go to the doctor, if he should come home, and once more asking if she was feeling okay. Not wanting to fuel his compulsive questions but not wanting to make him even more worried she tried to reassure him that if something bad was happening he would be the first to know, she did also gave to his one question and requested some popsicles for her sore throat.

She put her phone on silent, started watching a movie on her laptop and drifted off to sleep after about forty-five minutes. She wasn’t sure if it was the fever or the flu medication she had taken but she had the strangest dream, and that was a statement coming from the girl who lived with ghosts, and had been to the underworld before. It was nothing out of the ordinary at first, she was at school but instead of all the uniforms being white button-up shirts and black plaid skirts/ black pants they were an ugly green and yellow color. The details were fuzzy but the dream ended with her math teacher marrying the Sandworm and somehow Lydia was the maid of honor. It was very confusing but also entertaining so Lydia was slightly annoyed when she was woken up by a particular demon whom she had forgotten she had promised to hang out with the afternoon.

“Sorry BJ, I can’t really hang out today unless your idea of hanging out was sitting on the couch and watching TV while I pretty much sleep the whole day.”

“What the hell is wrong with you kid? You look like you saw a ghost.” BJ laughed very hard at his own joke and even though she was super out of it she still had it within her to fake gag at his lame attempt at comedy.

“I’m sick.”

“Well, that’s pretty pathetic. I were you and I was still a living human I simply wouldn’t be incapacitated because of some bitch-ass virus Like RIP to you but I’m different.”

“You’re also already dead and didn’t you live like during the black plague?”

“And that sure as hell didn’t kill me. It would take a lot more so some dumb virus to take me now.”

“I think the plague was bacterial,” Lydia replied, straining her voice to argue with him. Under no circumstances would she not argue with Beetlejuice.

“Same difference,” he waved his hand dismissively, “Anyway since you aren’t going to be any fun today while you milk this fake illness I’m going to go bug the Maitland’s. And while you’re at it...can you tell that bastard cat of yours to stop staring at me? It gives me the creeps.”

“Don’t be a jerk, Kraken loves you!” Lydia snapped defensively, pulling her cat up and presenting it to BJ, “She’s just a baby…”

“Look, there’s only room for one bastard in this house and that role is already taken.” BJ glared once more at the cat who seemed utterly indifferent to the presence of the demon. He walked through Lydia’s door but just to be a prick when he was outside of it he opened it partway and flipped her off. Grumbling Lydia got up to shut the door, hoping she’d be able to fall asleep again. She couldn’t, her cough was getting worse and it was making it impossible to lay down comfortably without feeling like she couldn’t breathe. She had to compromise and sit up in bed with her pillows stacked up behind her. She watched the clock with an almost obsession counting down the minutes before she could take another dose of the cough medicine and get some kind of relief from the symptoms. By the evening it felt as though she had been hit by a bus. Her muscles ached, she could hardly keep her eyes open, and her whole body felt like it was on fire. Barbara had tried to make her something for lunch but she could only manage a few bites before pushing the rest of it away, even the smell making her feel like she was going to throw up.

“Maybe you should see a doctor when your dad gets home.” Adam suggested, “Not much they can do for the flu but maybe the can give you something stronger for your cough just so you can get some sleep tonight.”

“I’ll be fine!” Lydia snapped a little too harshly, “I’ll be fine, it’s just the flu. I don’t need to go to the doctor.” Adam backed off and left Lydia alone in her room. She couldn’t stop shivering even though she was boiling under the blankets. Her teeth clattered against each other and she felt a dizzying pressure building up in her forehead and sinuses. The hours in the day seemed to drag on with cruelty, she tried to distract herself with videos on her phone but she couldn’t keep focused on them long enough. She wanted to sleep but every time she was about to drift she would need to cough or her stomach would get upset, or her head would start pounding. She would alternate between her bedroom and the attic but nothing was comfortable. By the time her father and Delia got home from work Lydia was huddled out on the couch, her knees tucked into her chest and she was muttering feverishly in her half-awake half-asleep daze.

Charles rushed over to Lydia and his heart sank down to his stomach as images of Emily flashed through his head. He felt Lydia’s forehead and quickly grabbed the thermometer to check her temperature. He was devastated to read out that Lydia had a temperature of one hundred and three. Instantly fearing the worst he shook Lydia awake and told her that they were going to the hospital.

“Wait, what?” Lydia mumbled, still not completely aware

“The hospital, you’re burning up. You look like you’re about to faint, come on get your coat and shoes on. Can you walk?”

“Can I wh-? What are you talking about, of course, I can walk. Dad for god sake I have the flu. I feel like crap but I am not dying!” Charles tensed at those words and Lydia glared at him, shakily standing up with the blanket still draped around her shoulders

“Lydia, you’re not making sense. Please, just for me. Can we just please go to the hospital, I’m worried about you.”

“Dad you’re being ridiculous right now! You’re always worried about me!”

“I’m your father! It is my job to worry about you, now can you please get in the car so I can take you.” He was begging her at that point, he didn’t know what overcame him and Lydia wasn’t sure why she was so opposed. She felt awful, a fever at high was not a good thing, she logically knew that there was nothing wrong with going to a doctor but some part of her was shouting at her not to. She felt tears welling up in her eyes and she didn’t understand why, she wasn’t upset she was annoyed. She was annoyed at him for being so overbearing. Charles noticed this and went over to her, she slumped into his arms just taking in the much-needed hug. Lydia just kept repeating that she didn’t want to go to the hospital, and he nodded, “Okay, okay no hospital alright? But can we please go to the doctor or the urgent care? Honey, I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

After a brief and silent car ride Lydia was sitting in the urgent care waiting room with a mask over her mouth and nose to keep her from contaminating anybody else in the waiting room. It was already dark outside and Lydia leaned up against her father’s shoulder while they waited to be called back. She stared blankly at the wall trying to ignore the fact he was staring at her, even though we was pretending to scroll through his phone. He had one arm wrapped around her, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly and while she wanted to be stubborn and pull away she really did find comfort in him holding her. He was never unaffectionate while she was growing up, he would give piggyback rides and carry her, and hug her but he was slightly more distant since her mother had died, any kind of affection she got from him was cherished, even if she wanted to be a sullen teenager.

“Deetz?” the male nurse called out

Charles helped steady Lydia while they walked into the examination room. They took her temperature and Charles explained a list of symptoms after Lydia tried too but couldn’t speak as clearly as she was trying to. The nurse scribbled some notes down, swabbed the inside of Lydia’s mouth and said that the doctor would be in shortly

“Man they take you from one waiting room to another huh?” Charles tried to joke in an attempt to ease the tension. Lydia was having none of it and she kept her eyes down on her phone while she was ranting to Barbara about how annoyed at her father she was. Though Barbara quickly proved to not be the ideal ranting partner in this situation so she turned to BJ who she knew would always agree with her no matter was as long as he got to complain too. After another twenty minutes of waiting the doctor came in holding a sheet of paper in her hands, “Bad news, you definitely have the flu young lady. Luckily it looks like it’s a mild strain even though I know it sure doesn’t feel like it huh? I’m going to prescribe you something to help you with that cough and something to work on killing the infection. Is there anything else I can help you with today?”

Lydia was about to shake her head no when Charles interjected, “Are you sure it’s just the flu?”

“Pretty positive, flu swabs are fairly accurate why?”

“But you’re sure it’s not something else, like something I don't know..” “He wants to know if you think I have cancer.” Charles jolted his head and looked at Lydia with such disbelief that she had to scoff, “Don’t act so shocked dad, that’s what you want to know. You want to know if I have what mom had.” She turned her attention back to the doctor and in her strained and scratchy voice, she said, “My mom she had non-Hodgkins lymphoma and apparently she started out with just flu symptoms too, she died. He’s worried that I’m going to die too, so can you just tell me if I do or don’t have cancer?”

Stunned the doctor fumbled a response, “Mr. Deetz Lydia has the flu. I am truly sorry for your loss and while I cannot say for absolute certain without doing blood tests I am fairly confident that Lydia simply has the flu. She doesn’t have any of the other tell-tale symptoms of the condition that your wife had. Now, do you have any other questions?”

“Yeah can I go home now?” Lydia demanded

The whole ride back home Lydia sat with her arms crossed and her head leaned against the car window. Her father wouldn’t talk to her, she wouldn’t talk to him. It was obvious to everybody else that something happened between them the minute they walked in the door. Lydia instantly went towards the stairs but Charles went after her, insisting that they need to talk. She waved her hand and slammed her door shut, complaining that she didn’t feel good and wanted to go to bed. She didn’t lock the door though, she knew it made everybody in the house angry if she locked the door when they were fighting. They respected not to come in if she didn’t invite them, but the rule was not door locking. She curled back up on her bed, cuddling with a chatty Kraken who was already lounging on her mattress. Within thirty seconds there was a knock at her door, and she threw her pillow at it in response.

“Lydia we need to talk about this, we need to talk about what you said at the doctor today.”

“What I said?” She laughed shaking her head, “Just come in dad, I know you’re not going to go away until you do and I feel like shit and want to go to bed so let’s get this over with.”

Charles cautiously opened the door and sat down on the edge of Lydia’s bed, mindful of the collection of tissues and bottles accumulating throughout the room. Having felt better since taking the medication the doctor prescribed she sat up in her bed and looked at her dad, waiting for him to scold her for behaving like a child in the doctors. She wouldn’t deny it, she acted very immaturely but she was so sick of how he was treating her that day.

“Can we talk about it?” she questioned, “That’s what you wanted isn’t it?”

“I wanted to say I was sorry, Lydia. I know that I probably made things a lot worse for you. I know you aren’t feeling good and I didn’t mean to scare you with the whole...anyway it doesn’t matter the details. I shouldn’t have overreacted when you told me it was the flu, I trust you to know your body. I just don’t know what came over me, seeing you looking so sick and pale, it had me terrified. I just couldn’t imagine losing you too.”

“Dad I’m okay.” she tried to explain, “I’m fine.”

“I just, I don’t understand why you got so worried when I suggested you go to the hospital, you had a really high fever. Lydia, I understand that our relationship is going to require a certain give and take but when it comes to safety I think we need to make some more compromises. I was probably jumping to conclusions when I thought the worst but even the nurse was concerned when he saw how high it was, we should have gone to the hospital.”

“I didn’t want to go to the hospital.”

“But I don’t understand why.”

“Yes, you do! And it kills me that you can’t understand it, you think it scares you when you see me getting sick and having the same symptoms mom did, imagine how I feel! I am terrified any time I get a cold or I have a stomach bug or even a bad headache because I worry that the same thing that happened to mom is gonna happen to me. I know there’s a genetic link, it’s not a high one but it scares me too dad but the thing is you’re supposed to be the calm one. You’re supposed to be the one convincing me it’s just the flu and that I’ll be okay in a few days, I shouldn’t have to convince not only me but my father too. Any time I’m sick I dread telling you because I know exaclty how you’re going to react. That’s not good dad! It’s making me afraid to come to you and god forbid I do get sick like that how long am I going to unintentionally ignore the symptoms because I’m afraid to tell you! I don’t want to go to the hospital dad because I’m afraid I might not come back, and I know that’s crazy. I know I’m being dramatic but that’s what happened with mom. She was fine one day and the next day you’re driving me to the hospital and she tells me she has maybe a few weeks to live? Can’t you get why I might not like hospitals so much anymore?” Lydia was trembling slightly now weak from the flu and the medication she was on, “There’s a line in the sand dad, there has to be because the worst part about being sick right now is that you looking at me like you might blink and I’ll be dead. Do you no understand how stressful that is?”

He bowed his head, “Lydia I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you but it’s been so hard since Emily died to not go right to the worst-case scenario.”

“And I do the exact same thing, but the difference dad is that I’m your kid. I need you to have a level head about this, and I don’t mean to just attack you because you all kind of do it. You all smother me with attention when I’m sick or hurt, I love you all but it’s suffocating sometimes when all I need is to stay in bed and take some Tylenol.”

“I’m sorry, I’m going to try harder to be better about it, alright? I promise, but I need you to promise me that you won’t hide things from me. Your mom tried to mask the signs, tell me she was okay, and not that it would have saved her but you can’t lie to me alright? We’re in this together, okay?”

Lydia nodded and hugged her father, rubbing at her eyes both in fatigue and in an attempt to clear away the tears welling up in her eyes. For the rest of the night, she and Charles sat in the living room wrapped in blankets, watching reruns of old movies on the television. Lydia burrowed her head the crook of his arms and eventually dozed off into the first peaceful sleep she managed to get that day. Though he was incredibly uncomfortable in that position he just relished in the closeness he felt in that moment. He couldn’t help but to remember when Lydia was small and he and Emily would spend hours trying to soothe the fussy baby, both of them completely exhausted when she would finally fall asleep but neither of them able to look away from the tiny human they had created. She was so grown up now, so funny and intelligent, wise beyond her years, but despite all of that when he looked down at his sleeping daughter’s face he could still see that little baby he cradled all those years ago.

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my-hetero-side-just-won · 4 years

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Hello everyone! So, if you’re because you enjoyed my last fic, I sincerely apologize because this one is way worse. Despite being triple the size of my first fic, it’s more horrible. But I promised I would post soon so I’m just going to go with it. I hope you like it! (Warning: very slight nsfw. Also I’m sorry because this is full of fluff, sap, and some angst. But it’s very sappy. You might cringe, I apologize. Also, just a note, I know it seems really lazy that I didn’t write the actual Hell dream. I’m sorry, but I’ve tried writing Hell dreams before and they always sound very cheesy/different from the Hell dream in Book of Mormon. I hope you can look past that. Enjoy!)

Sneaky

Kevin turned around from the shopping list he was making when he heard the door open.

“Oh, hey Arnold! So, how was your time with Nabulungi?”

“Man, Nickelodeon and I had a great time! First we hung out, then I explained the plot of The Hobbit to her, and then she showed me how to text on her device! It was awesome! But I missed you, best friend!” With that, Arnold wrapped his mission companion into a hug.

“I missed you too, buddy.”

Arnold began to explain his night minute per minute to Kevin when Kevin suddenly felt a strange feeling on his rear end.

Did someone just grab his butt? Kevin looked behind him where he saw Connor grabbing a snack from the cabinet.

When did Connor get so smooth? Kevin started to contemplate this. Then, he got a better look at Connor’s face and saw that the boy was blushing like crazy. Ah, that was the awkward ginger he knew and loved.

Meanwhile, all Connor could think about was the awful Hell dream that he was going to have for that.

“Are you okay, Kevin? You look a little...out of it.” Arnold said, looking between Kevin and Connor.

“Huh? Oh, yeah I’m fine I just…” Kevin watched as Connor hastily went to his room.

“Sorry, I have to do something Arnold.” Kevin began to walk after Connor.

He got into Connor’s room and found Connor curled up on his bed.

“Con...you good?” Kevin looked at the sad ball that was his boyfriend.

“Kevin…” Connor whined.

“Yes?” Kevin sat down next to Connor.

“I’m sorry…” Connor avoided eye contact.

“Yeah, what the hell was that back there?”

“I just wanted to be flirty. And sneaky. And sly. And romantic. And,” Connor blushed, “sexy…”

Kevin laughed. “Well, you were adorable, I’ll give you that. But what if someone had seen you? You have to be careful with that Connor. I mean Arnold was right there. Right there. Luckily he was too distracted to notice, but you could’ve outed our relationship...and me.”

Connor sat up. “I’m really sorry...I didn’t think about that.”

He had gotten caught up in the moment and forgotten that Kevin wasn’t out to the others like he was. After the excommunication with the church, Connor had come to terms with his homosexuality and told the other missionaries. However, this was all very new to Kevin. He wasn’t quite ready to come out and Connor wasn’t going to rush him.

“If it makes you feel better I’m sure I’ll have one heck of a Hell dream tonight.” Connor said, smiling sadly.

“Aw, babe.” Kevin grabbed Connor’s hand and intertwined their fingers. “Do you wanna spend the night in my room? Arnold’s a super heavy sleeper so I doubt he’ll wake up and see us.”

“Oh, I don’t wanna intrude…”

“Please?” Kevin stretched out the word.

“Fine…” Connor said, resting his head on Kevin’s shoulder.

“Now, as much as I’d love to spend the whole day cuddling together, Arnold is going to come looking for me. I’d rather me find him than have him find us. But meet me in my room tonight, twenty minutes after lights out.” Kevin planted a kiss on his boyfriend’s forehead and walked back into the living room.

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Connor laid down in his bed, considering what to do. He could stay in his room, have a Hell dream, and deal with it alone. Or he could attempt to stay up all night and avoid the Hell dream all together. Or he could sneak into Kevin’s room, like they had planned, and he would have someone to comfort him when he woke up from his Hell dream.

While the third option was the most appealing to Connor, he felt sort of guilty about just barging into Kevin and Arnold’s room. But Kevin had invited him…

Connor considered what would happen if he just stayed in his room. He’d go to sleep feeling upset, he’d wake up in the middle of the night and sob about his Hell dream until he went back to sleep, and the next morning Kevin would be angry at him.

Screw it. Connor was going to Kevin’s room. He only got to be in Uganda for two years. He was going to make the most of it.

Connor looked at the clock. 10:22. It was two minutes after they had planned to meet. Connor carefully crawled out of bed and sneaked into Kevin’s room.

Kevin sat up and spoke a faint, “Hello.”

Connor sat next to Kevin, unsure of what to do next. “So…” he said, anxiously running his hands through his hair.

Kevin giggled. “C’mere.”

Kevin laid down and motioned for Connor to do the same. He wrapped his arms around Connor and kissed him on the cheek.

“Kevin?”

“Mmhmm?” Kevin said, nuzzling his face into Connor’s shoulder.

“How are you so good at this?”

“Good at what?” Connor could tell Kevin was beginning to fall asleep, as he was mumbling and pushing all his words together.

“Relationships? Like, this is your first one and you’re so perfect at it.”

“I dunno. I’m a natural.” Kevin smirked. “Now let’s get some sleep, mkay?”

“Okay...goodnight, Kev.” Connor kissed Kevin gently.

“Night Connor…”

•••

Connor woke up, covered in sweat. A single tear rolled down his cheek but he quickly wiped it away.

The next thing Connor noticed was his hands. They were insanely shaky and he couldn’t stop them. Next, his breathing. He was breathing quickly and loudly, and couldn’t slow down.

“Mm…” Kevin stirred in his sleep. Connor looked at Kevin. He began to worry he would wake Kevin up. He tried to quiet his breathing.

Connor slapped his hand over his mouth and tried to calm himself, which somehow only made him more upset. His breathing got quicker and a couple more tears escaped his eyes.

Eventually, Connor’s heavy breathing woke Kevin.

“Whoa, hey, Connor, are you okay?!” Kevin sat up and put his hand on Connor’s shoulder.

Connor opened his mouth to speak, but was hyperventilating too much for any words to come out.

“Hey, shhh, I’m here Con. It’s okay. Whatever it was, it was just a dream. You’re okay.” Kevin said, pulling Connor onto his lap.

Connor embraced Kevin and put his head on his shoulder. Kevin rubbed his back until his breathing eventually slowed.

“I’m sorry, Kevin.”

“Connor, it’s okay, you have nothing to apologize for. Do you want to talk about it?”

Connor slowly nodded. He inched off of Kevin’s lap onto the bed.

“Well...it started like a normal Hell dream: Demons everywhere telling me how I’ve sinned, Satan telling me that I shouldn’t be gay, Jesus explaining how I’ve disappointed him, my parents crying about their awful son…” Connor flushed, “you...being cute and flamboyant.”

Kevin smiled.

“A-and then I started to feel guilty for being attracted to you, but then Satan started explaining how I’ve sinned more than I ever have when I grabbed your butt, and he convinced me I was going to Hell, and you started explaining how I ruined your life and made you uncomfortable and how I’m so gross and disgusting and the worst sinner ever, and—“

Connor’s rambling was interrupted when Kevin wiped a tear off Connor’s cheek. He hadn’t even realized he had been crying.

“Connor...none of that is true. I know that doesn’t help much, but I love you so much, and I promise I don’t feel that way.”

“I just really don’t want to go to Hell. And I don’t want to be the reason you go to Hell—“ Connor’s voice cracked and he started to cry harder.

“Hey, shh, it’s okay.” Kevin said, rubbing Connor’s back. “Come here.”

Kevin laid down with his boyfriend, rubbing his thumb up and down Connor’s tear streaked cheek.

“Can I tell you something?” Kevin cupped Connor’s face.

Connor sniffed. “Yes?”

“When you grabbed my ass—“

“Your butt—“

“Con, I can’t believe that even while you’re sobbing from your Hell dream you’re going to censor me.” Connor smiled. “But anyway, when you grabbed my ass, it was really cute. But not near as cute as the embarrassed look on your face.”

Connor began to blush. “Well, you see, I just—you know I thought that...I just felt—“ Connor sighed. “I love you, Kevin.”

“I love you too, Connor.”

“...also the shocked, concerned look on your face was super adorable.” Connor laughed as Kevin rolled his eyes.

Connor rested his head on Kevin’s shoulder, and eventually they fell back asleep.

#McPriceley #Book of Mormon #i really don’t know how to feel about this one #I like parts of it #hopefully the next one is better #hetero-side fics

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bxoken-heartss · 4 years

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NIGHT CHANGES: H.S PART 2.

A/N: Hey everyone! So this is part 2 of the Harry Oneshot I posted. Sorry for the long wait Mamita and hope you enjoy it!

WOrds: 2000+

Warnings: Cringe?

Genre: Cute, Fluff.

Pairings: Harry x Samantha (@papichriscnco)

Samantha’s P.O.V:

I woke up to the loud tapping (more like thundering) at my bedroom door. lazily open my eyes and before I can utter a quiet ‘Come in’ the door flew open as I jerked up and sat on the bed in shock.

“Wake up you lil shit…” yells a voice as I shielded my poor ears

“Well hello to you too loser….Now leave me alone Stella…. You’re just too annoying..” (I’m a bit of a conceited jerk..Forgive me) I reply as I rub my eyes stretching my arms up a bit

I absolutely hated being disturbed in my sleep..

“Okay DArLin’…You can sleep and I’ll tell of your BOYFRIEND to leave you alone…” Stella says as she smirks emphasizing on boyfriend

Shit…So all that confession wasn’t a dream! I mentally thanked the guts I had gotten a week ago.

Things turned out pretty good for us.. Our parents were more than Happy (at least mum was…Dad looked a bit protective…but eventually agreed)

Yesterday at Dinner he had asked me if we could go on a date..And I obviously agreed…cause why nOt??

But it wasn’t any date…It was my FIRST date…That’s why it bothered me so much…

“No! Oh my goodness! I can’t believe I slept through! I just thought I’d rest my eyes for a while…”

“If I were you I’d keep myself busy with something else…Cos’ I wouldn’t trust myself..”

“Ha.Ha.Ha…So funny Stel..Sometimes I wonder if you’re my best friend or my rival.” I reply as I get off my bed

“Your best friend definitely..or wait…I’m your savior…You would have slept through and kept Harry waiting.Thank Me!” Stella remarks as she shoves a towel and a lot more things into my arms as she pushed me into my washroom.

“Freshen up quickly!! We can’t waste anymore time..QUICK!” Stella yells as I lock the bathroom door.

I asked for a best friend…not a god damn mother or a loud speaker. I wish there was a volume controller in her or something. Don’t mind me.. I’m just grumpy I didn’t get enough sleep.

~ ~ ~

“Aha! Looking Fresh and Gorgeous Sammie!” Stella remarks as I walk out of the bathroom in a bathrobe

“Okay…Now what do I wear? What hairstyle do I do? What shoes do I wear? What nail polish do I wea- -” I begin rambling,my anxiety kicking in as soon as realization sinks into me

“Done, done and done…” Stella remarks as she points at all my requirements for the night

“Oh my! Stel…You’re just…” I begun

“Amazing, Awesome, fantastic…I know!” Stella finishes off as she does a sashayed her hair

“You’re a lifesaver!” I reply gratefully

“Yeah yeah…I know…Now go change into these and I’ll help you with your hair…”

“Okay sure…” I reply as I go back to the bathroom to change into the dress she had given me.

~ ~ ~

“Umm…Stel…Why am I wearing this again?” I ask her staring at my own reflection in boredom

“Let’s just say I know Harry..And he wouldn’t like anything fancy..so maybe a picnic or maybe a I don’t know..some cozy place…Nothing fancy.” Stella replies as she does my hair

“So…did he tell you something about the date?” I ask her hopefully

“I may or may not have helped him.” Stella replies as she smiles smugly

“Come on Traitor…Spill the details..” I threatened

“Oh come on… It’s a surprise darlin’.. and Harry would probably sue me if I did to…so ehh…Can’t do..” She replies merely shrugging

“At least give me a hint…” I insist

“It’s a Date…Ta daa!!!” Stella replies stupidly yet with pride.

“That’s downRighT obvious!!” I reply rolling my eyes

“Come on Sammie!! Just waittt a bit longer… It’ll be worth it..”

“I remember you texted me the day I confessed…At midnight or something.. how did you know I did…?”

“You told me you were going to confess and besides I was there spying on you…”

“You were what??” I asked surprised

“Ah…What? I said nothing! Did I??” She asks nervously looking away

“You were there??”

“Duh! I had to check if you messed up or not…If you did, then I had to obviously butt in and make sure you don’t mess..Somehow you had gotten the guts and nope! No you couldn’t mess up so as a supportive caring respectful bestie- -” Stella begins

“You DeCiDe to SpY on ME and HARRY?!?” I ask as I wear my sneakers

“Tsk..Tsk…you make it sound so stalker- ish…I was just observing to make sure nothing went wrong.. That’s all..” Stella replies as she folds her arms

“Okay okay..Thank you I guess?” I reply

~ ~ ~

We began talking about abSoLuTe nonsense trying to pass time and it was considerably working. Suddenly I hear the doorbell ring.

“Go get it!!” Stella ushered me as she practically shoved me off the couch

I quickly hurry up and open the door only to reveal Harry standing in front of me, looking as perfect as usual

“Hey…Manna…” He breathes out surprised as he continues “You look.. Beautiful..I mean you always do..But I don’t know..you look even better today..” Harry says as he hands me a box of chocolates…not just any chocolates..my favourite chocolates.

“Haz…You didn’t have to..” I reply as he leans down and pecks my lips

“PDA!!! MY EYES ARE BLEEDING!” Stella says as she shields her eyes

“Sorry that you don’t have a boyfriend Stella…”

“At least I had the guts to go and confess and not waiting for my crush to confess because I was too scared, eh Styles?” Stella remarks proudly as Harry stayed silent

“Oh will you stop harassing my boyfriend for heaven sake Stel.” I reply rolling my eyes playfully as I handed Stella the chocolates “Keep them somewhere…”

“No promises Sammie!! Well you kids have fun..but not too much FuN…” Stella replies as she shuts the door.

We both walk over towards Harry’s car…He being the obvious gentleman he was opens my door for me as I smile gratefully at him..

The ride was comfortable and quick too.

“Where are we going Haz?”

“It’s a surprise! Did Stella tell you about it already? As you already looked rightly dressed for the venue..”

“She just gave the clothes to me..No explanation..”

“Thank goodness…I thought she’d ruin it.”

“She didn’t…” I reply

~ ~ ~

Harry parks the car and gets out, opening the door for me again as I took a hold of his extended hand..He locks the car and guides me towards the venue linking each of our arms’ together.

“Hey…Could I blindfold you? I want this to stay a surprise!” Harry admits a bit nervously

“Oh okay! Sure.” I reply as Harry ties a blindfold around my eyes restricting my vision as he holds my hand, guiding me through.

~ ~ ~

“Where are we going Haz?” I ask within like two minutes of blindfolded walking

“Well…we’re…We’re here…” Harry replies excitedly as he removes my blindfold

I let my eyes adjust to the lighting. It was an ice skating rink arena sort of things, a few couples skating around.

“Surprise? I thought…this would be nice…” Harry says as he looks at me

My face just looked absolutely surprised as I gaped at the ice skating rink. Probably one of the biggest ones I’ve ever seen

“D- -do- -err..do you l- -ike it?” Harry asks nervously

“Haz!! I love it!!! This is absolutely amazing!” I reply hugging him

“Now let’s go get our skates and we’ll be all set to go…” Harry says as he takes my arm

~ ~ ~

“How are these?” Harry asks showing me a pair of ice skates as I tried them on

“Too loose…” I reply as I remove them

“These?” He asks

“Too highlighter ish Haz…My eyes!” I reply as he softly giggles

“This one?” He asks handing me a pair of ice skates

“Perfect!” I reply as I put them on

~ ~ ~

You make it look effortless Haz..“ I say as I skate beside him

“Oh come on babe…You are a natural.. I’m just awestruck by how terrific you are at this..” Harry says as he hold my hand spinning me around…

“I really like this a lot…I hope you realize that.” I say as I spin around and stop.

The laces of my ice skates come off. Before I could even bend down to tie them, Harry takes up the initiative and kneels down

“Allow me babygirl…” Harry says as he ties them tightly safe and secured.

“Thanks Haz” I reply as I plant a quick peck on his cheek, a tint of pink evident on his cheeks.

“Anytime princess…” He says as he holds my hand

~ ~ ~

We try skating around as if we were dancing. Both of us were naturally talented dancers so we skate elegantly whilst dancing around carefully with grace, well most of them time Harry was just goofing around like a clown showing me super cool tricks.

Harry stops after a little bit as his gaze turns to a couple who tried out super wacky poses that would be hard even on bare ground.

“Manna…Look at that! We should totally try that out!” Harry urges as his eyes gleam with happiness

I really don’t think that’s the cleverest idea Harry had come up with..but I didn’t want him upset.

“Are you sure it’s going to work out? I mean, it looks super risky..we could end up hurt or something..”

“We’ll be careful..come on let’s try it out…It’ll be fun!!” He remarks

~ ~ ~

We observed the entire steps for a solid ten minutes as we mildly practiced it. The last part was the hardest….It involved a lot of lifting and spinning around.

It was fun…well it would have been perfect…if the both of us hadn’t fallen and broken a bone or two?

“You don’t know how sorry I actually am right now…” Harry almost whispers, tears glinting his eyes “ I just wanted this to be perfect..” He breathes out as a nurse patched up the sprain in his left arm with a huge white plaster

“It’s okay Harry…I had a lot of fun.. Dates were never meant to be movie perfect, eh Haz? It was fun! I absolutely enjoyed how you goofed around… honestLy,it was perfect… I couldn’t have thought of anything better.” I reassure him whilst squeezing his hand softly

“But I hurt you…” He said as he looked at my ankle, which was sprained

“So? Your arm’s sprained too… It’s fine! We are both used to ending with up injuries one way or another!” I replied laughing as I remembered the endless amount of times we had gotten injured..

“I’m sorry…” Harry mutters and before he continues to ramble on, I interrupt him with a kiss…

Well a simple kiss slowly turning heated..until a cough snapped us back to reality.

“Look y'all..I appreciate young love and stuffs..But can you continue this after I patch her up?” The nurse asks Harry with a smirk on her face

“Oh right..sorry..We got a bit carried away..” Harry admits sheepishly

“Well too obvious..” The nurse muttered as she plastered my sprained ankle

“The night is ruined all thank to me..” Harry grumbles to himself

“Nope Haz…The night’s still young. How about we we take out some food and go over to your place and have a movie marathon?” I suggest

“That sounds great…But are you sure you enjoyed the…now ruined date?” Harry asks as he looks down, evidentially disappointed

“Haz…Come on…I li- - loved it.. nothing was ruined. So what if it was a bit messy? We can learn from these silly messes so that our future dates turn out good…It’s completely fine Harry!” I reassure him

He smiles shyly at me as he quickly pecks my cheek.

~ ~ ~

Our drive back (I drove, because my left ankle was only sprained, as Harry couldn’t steer the wheel and control the gear) was comfortable…I mean, everything involving him was obviously supposed to comfortable.

We took in a lot of takeout, drove our to Harry’s house as I parked the car and helped him out. He helped me walk in and shut the door behind them.

“Let’s get changed into something more comfortable…you can use the room downstairs.”

“Okay..Thanks…I can help you if you need help..” I offer

“I’ll manage…” Harry replies as I walk into the guest bedroom changing into one of his oversized t-shirts as I walked out only to see him changed I to a loose shirt

“Wow…You look cute in my shirt..I mean extra cute..” Harry smiles as I settle down next to him, our food laid out in front of the mini table laid in front of us.

“Thanks Haz…” I reply blushing a bit as he wrapped his arms around me

“Which movie are we watching?” He asks as he hands me the remote

“I was going to ask you the same..” I reply as I look at him

“Well… We’ll just watch anything then..” He says as he switches on the TV and flips through the channels as he found the opening credits of Titanic playing…

“Titanic? Aww!! Yes please!” I usher him as he keeps the remote down

I grabbed a few snacks and handed a few to Harry as we shared everything, cuddling each other just simply enjoying each others’ presence and watching a movie…

Nothing Fancy…nothing out of the ordinary apart from the amount of excessive love surrounding us…this was all I’ve ever wanted.

I looked at him, as he looked at me… Our gazes fixated on each others’ eyes. He wrapped his arms around my waist as he pulled me for a passionate kissing, our lips moving in sync as my hands trailed into his brown curls..

“I love you Manna…” He breathes out as he looks at her

“I love you too Haz…” I reply as I pull him into another kiss.

#one direction #harrystyles #requests #fluff #cute #h.s #fiz's works

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milkacchan · 5 years

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I'm sorry

Request for anon: Can you please do Klaus x female reader soulmate au. Where at the age of 18 you can basically communicate through thoughts. And maybe readers family was close to Reginald so reader watched the siblings train with Vanya so they're not realated. And they couldn't conunicate before as klaus left on/ near his 18th. So maybe they meet up at the funeral and over the years they have not overly communicated but when they have its just been funny exchanges. Thanks. Sorry if this is too specific or vague!

Yeah! So. I hate it. But it took me 4 days to write so I'm posting it. I hope it was what you wanted!!

"Why can't I train with them?" Y/N asked, looking at Reginald.

"You aren't one of the 43, Y/N. We've been over this." He mumbled, walking away. Vanya took the young girls hand.

"You're only eight anyway. Besides, who would hang out with me?"

Y/N giggled. "You'd be so lonely without me."

"I may be 5 years older- but you're more fun." She poked the girls nose.

It usually went like this. For some reason or another, Y/N stayed with the Hargreeves often, also watching them train. Vanya and Y/N were always sidelined but Vanya didn't mind. She enjoyed looking after her. They were best friends- as good friends as a 5 year age gap would allow. And when Vanya started to close herself of even more- Klaus took her place.

Y/N was the baby of the family. She was the daughter of a close friend of Reginalds. At some point, just staying over changed and she began living there. She didn't hate it, but she didn't enjoy it either. The way Reginald treated the others- she got away with special treatment and she hated it. However she retained the relations she had with each of the siblings.

Once they turned 18 however, it seems to deteriorate. Allison grew angry of the treatment, as did Diego and Luther. 5 had gone missing and Vanya didnt talk much anyway. Klaus though, he left one night. The day before he turned 18. That hurt. She didnt have anyone else. Not to mention it was obvious how hard she had been crushing on the male- even though she herself blew it off as some stupid hormonal crush. She thought he would at least stay until she was 16, but he didnt. He promised he would.

She went through the years without him, she went through bullying and awkward body changes- depression and Anxiety- those never went away and she buried her feelings for him and moved on. When she turned 18, she left too, politely as no matter how much she hated it, she loved the old man. He took her in when her biological father died. He taught her what she needed and helped her grow. He told her about soulmates, he told her about his soulmate. She cried everytime she heard the story. She joined the air force and crawled to the top. And she thanked him.

For the first year of her coming to age, she heard nothing from a soulmate. Not a single thing. She tried so hard- to say something. She'd ramble but she never hear anything back. She had accepted she didnt have a soulmate by the time she was 19 and by 20 she heard something.

It was early in the morning, about 4 when she did.

'Do pigeons have feelings?'

"What the fuck?" She mumbled to herself.

'No. No they don't fucking have feelings.'

'Thank you for your wisdom.'

'You're welcome?' She waited after that. Nothing. Her heart sank and she felt tears in her eyes.

She picked up her phone and called Vanya. Vanya answered with a groggy but concerned hello.

"I heard them." Y/N sniffed. "I heard them and it was something so fucking stupid and no they're gone again."

"Are you on leave?"

"Yeah- for a few more days."

"Come over?" Vanya asked, praying you'd say yes.

"Can I?"

"Yeah. Always." She soothed.

"I'll be there soon." She mumbled, wiping her eyes and then hanging up.

When she arrived to Vanyas apartment, she was greeted with a hug and a cup of tea.

Over the next four years- the voice was on heard a handful of times. They knew some small details about her- she was in the airforce, she was in her 20s- but not much more. The small, short encounters the two had were funny. They were humorous and she didnt hate them. However at some point she decided it wasn't worth and she gave up on her soulmate. She didn't like whoever was hers. She thought he was a sick. Vamya was all but happy and tried to talk her out of it, but she wouldn't budge.

That was years ago. She'd let all of it go. She has focused on work and now the death of her 'father'.

She approached the steps hesitantly- Vanya had texted her that she was already there, so it shouldn't be a big deal. She'd have someone there to talk to. She straighted and smoothed her uniform before opening the door quietly and stepping in. All heads turned and Vanya was the first to stand up and wave. Y/N smiled slightly and met Vanya half way before giving her a hug.

"Hey Van," She mumbled. "Good to see you."

"I missed you." She hummed, pulling away with a smile. "I'm glad you came, I know you didn't have to."

"Why's she here?" Allison waved Diego off, hugging Y/N after Vanya stepped back.

"Don't mind him, real question is why are you wearing a uniform?"

"Yeah, what's up with that?" Klaus questioned. Y/N didn't even spare him a glance.

"I uh- when I turned 18 I joined the air force. Mr. Hargreeves encouraged me too actually." She answered timidly, all eyes on her.

"Of course he did." Diego scoffed.

"You know, I didn't ask for it." She snapped. "I didn't ask for him to treat me different and I always hated the way he treated you. I tried to talk to him about it so don't get pissy with me Diego. After eight years of service I really don't have the patience."

Diego went quiet and looked down. He mumbled something under his breath before sitting down.

That's when Klaus originally started to piece things together. His soulmate was in the Airforce, she was in her 20's. That's all he knew.

"Are you seeing anyone?" Allidon asked, Vanya immediately looked at her and then Y/N.

"No."

"No soulmate?"

"No. I don't believe in it."

And Klaus wasn't sure why but he felt nauseous.

"What do you mean?" Klaus asked looked up at her.

"I mean I think it's stupid. Why do I have to dedicate everything to someone I havent met. Why do I have to be with someone who's a prick instead of finding my own love? Is stupid. The predestined bullshit is stupid." She looked at him, ignoring the way her heart sped up. Ignoring the butterfly's in her stomach- she was trying to be mad at him, she was trying to hate him for leaving like he did.

"What do you mean he's a prick?" Diego looked at her this time, concern laced his voice and worry swam in his eyes.

"In the 7 years I've been able to hear him, he's said about 6 things to me. He's never answered, never cared. He's an ass so I gave up. Now can we please move on?"

After the funeral service, she was pulled aside by none other than Klaus.

"I need to talk to you." He looked at her with frantic eyes.

"Klaus-"

"Please. Five minutes, please." He continued, desperately.

"Fine. Five minutes. Go."

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." He started, "I left when I promised I wouldn't. It's been eating me alive."

She sighed and looked down. "Stop."

"No- it was such a dick move, I just needed to leave and I was- Dad was going to kick me out. I was getting high all the time so I left before he could-"

"Klaus." She interrupted, her throat stung. "It's fine. I don't care about it anymore." Yes she did, she knew it too, this apology helped. He mumbled something under his breath that she didn't catch.

"What?"

"Did any of the conversations with your soulmate not make sense?"

Y/Ns heart sank. "Yeah..there was this one about pigeons having feelings- in. That was the first time he talked to me."

Something else under his breath.

"What?"

"Oh you're gonna kill me..." he said, paling, "I think I'm your soulmate."

"Klaus what the fuck do you mean?"

"Um. The first time I was sober enough to talk to my soulmate I asked about pigeons. M-My- My head. My head really hurts and it's hot and I know my soulmate was in her 20's and in the airforce and I know she had seven siblings-"

"No. No, I refuse to believe that. I refuse to believe you would ignore me like that."

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"For fucks sake, Klaus!"

"I was high all the time, trying to drown out the dead! Too high to remember soulmates were a fucking thing. I was soberish for a few years after I left. I didnt hear anything so I thought I didnt have anyone. By the time I remember they were a thing I didn't think i was good enough for whoever I might have."

"Who gave you that fucking right?!" She yelled, her voice at this point shaking. "Who gave you the right to ignore me because you thought you weren't good enough. Do you know how much that hurt?! You're such a fucking prick!"

"Y/N-"

"Do you know how much it hurt?" She whispered. "I just don't know what to say."

"Let me make it right, please let me make it up to you."

"I don't know.." she paused. "Klaus, it hurt. You left. I was alone and I lived thinking my soulmate hated me- and I want to be mad but I can't. Not at you. I always did like you- I don't know if I can-"

"Please Y/N, please." He pleaded and Y/N looked at him. He looked sincere, he was crying. "I messed up, I know I did. I messed up so bad and I know it's not going to go to normal anytime soon but please give me a chance to start making it right."

"Okay, okay." She nodded and he cupped her face, kissing her forehead.

"Thank you."

#klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves #the umbrella academy x reader smut #the umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy angst #the umbrella academy fluff #the umbrella academy #ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves x reader #allison hargreeves #vanya hargreeves x reader #vanya deserved better #vanya hargreeves #five hargreeves #number five

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fallen-imagine-angel · 5 years

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Journalism Club - Peter Parker x Reader

Notes: Here it is, the fluff fic I promised! I hope you guys enjoy reading this because I loved writing it! I’m actually really happy with how this one turned out. I hope it satisfies after the heavy angst I just hit you guys with. As always, asks/DMs/requests are almost always open so drop on in!

Summary: Peter Parker joins your journalism club and helps you save it from getting shut down.

Journalism Club

Peter Parker x Reader

Requested?: Haha no.

Word Count: 3,616

Warnings: cleaning wounds, that’s about it. FLUFF! :) (btw (Y/n/n) means your nickname)

You watch as the school newspaper bin stays full the entire week, not a soul stopping by to take one and read it.

Sigh. It’s not like you worked hard on it or anything.

“I’m sorry, Miss (Y/l/n), but I can’t continue the journalism club if you’re the only member and no one reads the newspaper.” Your principal, Mr. Davis, tells you.

“Mr. Davis, please, give me another chance. I’ll get the people to read it, I swear! And I- I’ll start a...a sign up sheet and put it in the hallway, advertising for the club!” You promise, scrambling for last minute ideas. You couldn’t get this taken away from you.

“Fine. One more chance, that’s all I’m giving you. If you don’t get people to read the school newspaper by the end of the semester, and if you’re still the only member, then I’m sorry but I’ll be forced to shut down the club.” He sighs, resting his head in his hands.

“Yes, sir. I’m on it. Thank you.” You grin and run out of his office, heading straight toward the classroom where you keep your journalism equipment.

Blinded by the need to save the club, you run straight into a boy on your way.

“I’m so sorry--” You and the boy say at the same time.

“No, really, I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You apologize, helping the boy up. You don’t have time to hear the rest, though, because once he’s on his feet you’re gone again.

You shove open the door and get to work, starting on a sign-up sheet to be posted in the hallway.

~+~

The next day, you post your sign-up sheet.

You spend the entire day walking by the sign-up sheet purposefully, watching the lines fill up with signatures.

Or, you would, if the sign-up sheet was filling up with signatures. Instead, you go up to it at lunch and read the zero names that have been written down.

You hang your head in defeat, staring at the sheet for a little bit longer before heading to your journalism room. The job wouldn’t do itself, after all, and you still have the rest of the semester to provide newspapers.

~+~

The next morning, you go to the sign-up sheet to tear it down. What’s the point, anyway? If no one was going to sign up for the club, then it shouldn’t waste wall space in the hallway.

As you approach it, though, you see one name scribbled on the first line.

Peter Parker.

“Who’s Peter Parker?” You mumble to yourself, taking the sign-up sheet off the wall and bringing it back to the journalism room. You set it on your work desk and go through a list of people you know.

Peter Parker doesn’t ring a bell.

~+~

Finally, the class hour for journalism rolls around. You head straight to the journalism room, finding a boy already standing in there. You drop your stuff on your desk rather loudly and he turns to face you, eyes wide.

“Sorry, this is the journalism classroom. Can I help you?” You mutter, taking out your computer to get to work. You vaguely recognize the boy.

“Yeah...I, uhm, I’m Peter Parker. I signed up for journalism yesterday?” He introduces himself. Then it hits you.

He was the boy you ran into the other day in the hallway.

“Oh! Sorry for being rude, most people don’t really take it seriously. I’m (Y/n) (Y/l/n), nice to meet you, Peter. I think...I think I ran into you in the hallway the other day?” You point out, cheeks burning in embarrassment but you need to know if it’s the same guy.

“It’s fine, I get it. And yes, you did run into me. That’s okay, too, though.” He smiles, causing you to smile back.

“Great. Let’s get to work! We need to create a school newspaper for next week. I will warn you, the school newspaper doesn’t really get read a whole lot, if at all. Don’t be disappointed when most of the papers are still there at the end of the week.” You inform him ahead of time.

“That’s fine.” He nods. You smile at him.

“Perfect!” The two of you spend the rest of the time working on the newspaper together. You didn’t think it would work very well since you have to get used to working with a partner instead of alone, but you both took it in stride.

You found out very quickly that you work well with Peter.

~+~

A few weeks later, you’re being plagued by the fact that you still have to figure out a way for the student body to start actually reading your school newspapers. You haven’t brought it up to Peter yet, although you probably should.

On the other hand, you and Peter had become best friends through this journey. You hadn’t realized how lonely you were until he showed up and ever since, you two had become inseparable.

“(Y/n), you okay?” Peter asks as you walk into the journalism room, dropping your bag onto the floor with a huff.

“Fine.” You groan, falling into your chair.

“You don’t look fine. What’s up?” He sits on the edge of your desk, pen in hand.

“It’s just...okay, listen, before you even got here...Principal Davis threatened to shut down the journalism club if I didn’t figure out a way to interest the student body enough to read it by the end of the semester.” You explain, burying your face in your hands.

“Well...I have an idea.” He hums. You peek at him through your hands.

“What is it?” You grunt, not really in the mood for some lame idea that you’ve already thought of.

“We could get an exclusive interview with Spider-Man to put in our newspaper.” He smiles innocently, giving you the smallest bit of hope.

“Yeah, that’d be great, Peter! One problem, though. We don’t have contact with Spider-Man, so how would that happen?” You growl, covering your face again.

“(Y/n/n)...I have my Stark internship. I’ll just ask Spider-Man next time I see him if he’ll do me a solid and set up a weekly interview with you.” Peter sets a hand on your shoulder. You take your head out of your hands.

“Seriously? You’d do that for me?” Your eyes light up. If you get this interview, it would make your school newspaper blow up.

“Of course I would. I’d do anything for you.” He grins, nudging your shoulder.

“Aww, thanks! You’re the bestest best friend ever!” You giggle, hugging him.

“You, too.” He shoots back, scrunching up his nose. You laugh.

“Okay, as for the interview thing, just tell me his answer once you’ve asked him. Take your time, though, it’s not super urgent. We still have a couple of months.” You smile, bringing out your computer and getting to work on your newspaper.

“Will do.”

~+~

That night, you get a text from Peter.

Pete: Just talked to Spider-Man. He said yes! Can you do late night on Monday night? He said he’ll swing by your apartment.

You: Seriously?? How’d you get Spidey to say yes?? Also, absolutely! Give him my address. By late night does he mean like early morning hours?

Pete: I didn’t really have to do anything besides ask to get him to say yes. And he said probably early morning hours. I gave him ur address. You doing good?

You: Better now that the newspaper will probably be read now. Ur a lifesaver, Pete! <3

Pete: Just being a good best friend. Love you, goodnight.

You: Love you too, night.

You fall back onto your bed, giddy as can be. You actually have an interview with the Spider-Man.

Your club won’t last just another semester with this exclusive interview column.

~+~

The weekend goes by as slow as possible since you have something to look forward to on Monday for once. Not to mention school on Monday is more of a nightmare than usual. Peter made it better, though. He usually does.

You’re sitting on the bed of your apartment, waiting for Spider-Man to show up. It’s about two in the morning.

There’s a tap on your window. You spin around and see the red and blue clad superhero hanging upside down outside your window. You grin and open it up, letting him crawl in.

“Hey, there.” He uses his voice changer, probably so you won’t know who he is if you ever see him in real life.

“Hi! I’m (Y/n) (Y/l/n), pleased to meet you.” You stick out your hand.

“Uh...Spider-Man, the pleasure’s all mine?” He laughs, shaking your hand. You pull out the chair from your desk as he sits down on your bed.

“Before we get started, is it okay if I record this conversation?” You ask.

“Absolutely.” He nods immediately.

“Great. So, Spider-Man, is it okay if I call you Spidey? I dunno, that’s probably overstepping. Forget I said anything--”

“Spidey is fine. For you, anyway. I don’t want random people calling me Spidey but I feel like we’re friends at this point.” He chuckles at your nervous rambling. You almost faint.

You’re friends with Spider-Man.

“Okay, cool. So, Spidey, is there a certain thrill to saving people from danger? Like, an adrenaline thing, so to speak?” You ask, holding your tape recorder out to him so it’ll pick up what he says.

“I’d say yeah, there is, but that’s not why I do it.” He answers.

“Why do you do it?” You ask, writing down stuff in your notebook with your other hand.

“I do it because...well because I want to see the city safe. This is my home, too, and I want to see the people in New York City living life to their fullest and knowing that I helped people do that. I don’t want anyone to have to fear the streets.” He explains. You look up at him for a second, glad that he’s not secretly a jerk under the mask.

He’s doing good for the right reasons.

“I’m glad to hear that. Do you personally know Tony Stark, aka Iron Man? And what about Peter Parker?” You ask next. He laughs.

“Yes, yes I do know both of them. Tony Stark is my mentor in being a superhero. I know Peter because I’ve seen him do a few jobs around the compound. He’s a cool kid, you know.” You swear he’s smiling under the mask.

“Oh, I know it. Peter’s my best friend.” You say, mostly off the record since it doesn’t have much to do with the interview.

“Yeah, he’s talked about you a bit.” Spider-Man nods.

“Really?” You quirk an eyebrow, only half-listening as you write things down.

“Yeah, says you’re his best friend and stuff. Thinks you’re really cool.” The eyes of his suit blink slowly. You nod.

“Glad it’s mutual then. He’s the best.” You smile and look up at Spider-Man, seeing him already staring at you intently. You press the stop button on your tape recorder.

“Spidey...can I ask you a personal question? I swear I won’t ask who you really are under the mask, I won’t overstep that boundary ever, but I do want to know...how old are you?” You whisper, putting down your pen to let him know that this is between you and him, no one else.

“Promise not to put this in your newspaper?” He asks, and you hear the slight quiver in his voice. He wants to trust you.

“Promise. You can have Peter look over the column before I put it out.” You swear. He nods.

“Okay. To keep things less narrowed in, I’ll tell you that I’m in high school. I’m, uh, I’m in your grade.” He tells you. Your eyes go wide.

“Holy crap. For real? Do you go to my school?” You gasp.

“I can’t tell you that. For all you know, I could be homeschooled by Tony.” He reminds you. You nod.

He’s a superhero under Tony Stark, of course, he has private tutoring from the billionaire.

“Right. Sorry, overstepping. Anyway, let’s get on with the interview.” You find yourself nervously blushing.

Oh no.

No.

You’re falling for Spider-Man.

~+~

The next day, you bound into journalism class with a giddy grin on your lips.

“You okay?” Peter laughs as you sit down in your chair, the smile not leaving your lips the entire time.

“Better than okay. We’re going to save this newspaper and...Spider-Man is actually really cool.” You blush, starting to type on your computer.

“Yeah? Did he say anything about me?” Peter jokes.

“Actually, he did. He said you’re really cool and that you talk about me a lot.” You tease, sticking out your tongue at him.

“What can I say? All true things.” He kids, shooting you finger guns. You shoot them back and both start to get to work.

~+~

The next few weeks go by exactly like that, and your newspaper has gotten more and more reads every week. The student body is loving the Exclusive Spider-Man column and your club is saved. Principal Davis even said he was considering promoting the club on the school website.

Things have been going great with Spider-Man, too. He comes every Monday night at about one or two in the morning and the two of you talk until almost four or five in the morning. You’ve lost a lot of sleep on Monday nights because of it, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

In fact, you’ve developed a not so small crush on the superhero.

It’s currently a Thursday night and you’re already excited for Monday again.

You go to sleep with the thought of your next interview on your mind.

~+~

You wake up in the middle of the night to tapping on your window. You groan and get up, seeing Spider-Man tapping at your window.

“Spidey? Am I dreaming, because you’ve never come on a Thursday night before.” You yawn, opening up your window. He tumbles through, clutching his side. You see your carpet start to stain with blood.

“Holy-- you’re bleeding. Oh my gosh.” You gasp. You run to the bathroom and grab your first aid and sewing kits. You see his body littered with cuts and bruises.

“Bit off a bit more than I could chew at once this time…” He jokes, leaning up against your wall. You don’t complain about the blood stains, knowing you’ll play it off as a really bad nose bleed or something to your parents if you couldn’t clean it up before they saw it.

“This is going to sting.” You press the cotton ball of rubbing alcohol to his various cuts, seeing the veins in his neck strain as he holds in his grunts of pain.

“You almost done?” He sucks in a sharp breath as you clean another cut. You shake your head, knowing you can only get to most of the cuts but not all of them.

“You, uh, you need to...take off your suit.” You blush, knowing this could get awkward really fast. He nods and gets up, shedding the suit but keeping his mask on. Your cheeks turn a bright red as you notice his toned abs and arms. You keep your focus on helping him, though. You continue to clean his cuts as he sits back down again.

Once you’re almost finished, you tend to a large cut on his neck. It goes under his mask. You stop, your fingers hesitantly hovering over the edge of his mask.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, his eyes staring deep into yours from behind the mask. Your eyes flicker from his cut to his eyes, not knowing what to say.

“Uh...this cut is under your mask. I don’t know...I don’t want to overstep.” You whisper.

“You can pull it up to my nose. Is that far enough to clean the cut?” He asks. You nod and lift the mask up to his nose, showing his lips that look vaguely familiar to you but you can’t place from where.

You get to work again, cleaning the cut on his neck and placing a patch of gauze over it. When you’re done, you sit back and look at him.

He’s already staring at you.

“...I’m done.” You murmur, eyes briefly fluttering to his lips. You’re about to speak again when he leans forward and presses his lips to yours. You’re shocked, too stunned to move. When you don’t kiss back, he pulls away.

“Did I overstep?” His voice is shaky, almost scared. You shake your head and pull his face back to yours again, kissing him back. He responds immediately, arms snaking around your waist as yours loop around his neck.

You pull away after a moment, breathing heavily.

“I can’t believe Spider-Man just kissed me.” You giggle. He laughs, pulling the mask over the rest of his face again and getting up to put his suit back on.

“Yeah...I can’t believe the girl of my dreams just kissed me. Um...I should get going now, but...I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” He smiles and climbs back through the window, swinging away into the night.

You sigh dreamily.

Wait.

He said he’d see you at school tomorrow.

~+~

The next day, you’re frantically searching for anyone with a cut on their neck. You don’t see anyone.

You get to journalism class, throwing down your backpack in frustration. He could have just said that flippantly, on accident. But he could have accidentally let it slip that you go to the same school.

Peter furrows his brows at your frustrated state.

“You okay?” He asks, sitting on the edge of your desk.

“I’m fine, I just-- ugh!” You throw your hands up in defeat, looking over at your best friend. You see him wearing a turtleneck.

He hasn’t worn a turtleneck in a while.

“Are you okay? I didn’t think it was cool enough yet to wear, like, winter weather clothes or anything.” You accuse, narrowing your eyes at him. You see him fidget.

“I just get cold really easily. Felt like wearing a sweater today. I wear sweaters regularly, (Y/n/n), you should know this.” He laughs it off.

“Yeah, but I rarely see you wear a...turtleneck. Got a hickey to hide, Parker?” You tease, but you have an underlying motive.

But there’s no way it could be him.

“You know me, always hooking up with girls.” He rolls his eyes jokingly since you both know that’s not like Peter at all.

You see a piece of gauze poke out from underneath the sweater.

“I knew it!” You gasp.

“...That I always hook up with girls?” He gives you a weird face. You shake your head vigorously, hands reaching out to roll down the neck of his turtleneck, showing the piece of gauze that had a small bloodstain on it seeping through.

“You’re--”

“Shh!” Peter covers your mouth with one hand and rolls up his turtleneck with the other.

“You’re Spider-Man?” You whisper, eyes going wide.

“Don’t tell anyone, please!” He pleads, grabbing your hand. Your stomach erupts in butterflies.

You kissed your best friend.

Your best friend kissed you.

You have feelings for your best friend.

“I won’t, but...You kissed me!” Your hand flies to your mouth, covering it as it forms into an ‘o’.

“You kissed me!” He accuses, eyes wide at the thought of your friendship ending over this.

“I-- Obviously you’re not upset about that because you knew who I was the entire time--”

“Are you upset about it?” He looks hurt.

“No.” You admit.

“Wait...so you liked the kiss? And you don’t care that it was me?” He asks, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“I did like it and no I don’t care.” You blush.

“Cool...cool, cool, cool. So, like...uh, what does that mean?” Peter bites his lip, looking anywhere but you.

“Just kiss me, Parker.”

“Okay.”

You lean in and he meets you halfway, pressing his lips to yours more feverishly than he was last night. You throw your arms around his neck, happy that everything worked out in the end.

Plus, your best friend boyfriend? is Spider-Man. How cool is that?

You pull away, a smile on your face.

“Do you want to know a little secret?” He whispers, his arms still around your waist.

“What is it?” You hum.

“I originally wasn’t going to sign up for journalism until I saw you at lunch the day you posted it. I couldn’t bear you being that sad so I signed up and let me tell you, that was the best decision I think I’ve ever made.” He grins, kissing your nose.

“I’d have to agree. You do like journalism, though, right?” You laugh.

“Oh, I love journalism. You helped me figure that out. Plus, taking all the photos for it? Awesome. I think we make a pretty good team.” He teases. You lay your head on his chest and he puts his chin atop your head.

“I think we make the best team. And now that I know who you are, it makes us even better.”

“What are we, speaking of?” He asks, causing you to look up at him.

“Well...I dunno, what are we?” You turn the question around on him.

“Uh…(Y/n/n), will you be my girlfriend?” He asks, gazing down at you with pure adoration in his eyes.

“I’d love to be your girlfriend,” you lean in to whisper in his ear, “Spidey.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He kisses you again.

So, in the end, the interviews with Spider-Man went much better than you ever anticipated.

Plus, you saved your club. It can’t get much better than that.

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My Gillette Experience + Pre-Show M&G. 7.28.18 -- Extended Edition

I’m sorry this has taken so long to post, but it’s literally so hard to get my thoughts together because I’m still so overwhelmed by the fact that this even HAPPENED to me. I’d convinced myself it wasn’t in the cards, that Taylor didn’t know me, and that I needed to find a way to be okay with never meeting her. But then, IT HAPPENED. (I’m going to write the whole story from the time I got the DM and it’s going to be really long, so if you just want to read the Taylor part, I’ll write it in bold so you can skip to it easily. Just keep scrolling. I’m just posting the long version so I can look back on it whenever I want and never forget anything. I’ll post just the Taylor part individually too in case you don’t want to hunt for it.)

Friday, July 27th, I had the worst day at work. I work in a cafe, and the AC was out in the kitchen which made the entire place SO hot. Literally, it was 92 degrees in the building and we had the ovens on. I live in Florida, so it was disgusting and I felt so sick. We were shorthanded, I was stressed out about my flight, dealing with some pretty intense anxiety about meeting people I had never met before because I’m shy af, and just overall feeling kind of bleh despite being so excited for the concert the next day. I found out as I was on the way to the airport that my flight had been delayed nearly three hours and that set me into panic mode, because it would put me in Boston around 2 in the morning instead of 10pm. Eventually it got pushed back to only an hour delay, which made me feel a little better, and I passed the time in the airport just walking around the shops and scrolling tumblr. Jaime @cages-boxes-hunters-foxes texted me to tell me that one of my best friends Meredith @meredithswift had just met Taylor and I was SO excited for her because I’ve known how much she wanted this since we started talking in 2008. Jaime was like “you next!” and I was like “noooo, it’s not going to happen for me.” Taylor was intent on making me look like boo boo the fool.

Right before I boarded the plane, around 8pm, I took a selfie at the gate because I was bored and tagged Taylor in it on tumblr and said “I’m coming for you, Taylor!” I didn’t even know she was online, and she never liked the post, so I didn’t think anything of it after that.

I boarded the plane, but there was a RIDICULOUS thunderstorm going on so we sat on the tarmac for nearly two hours, and I had been DMing back and forth with Jeannine @it-feels-like-a-perfect-night all day, so when I saw a notification on tumblr, I thought it was her...until I opened it and it said taylornation. All of my internal organs came flooding out of my ass in that moment and landed on the plane floor beneath me, not clickbait. I literally didn’t believe it was real for a whole hot ass minute because things like this do not happen to me and I was LITERALLY sitting on a plane about to go to Boston so WHAT WAS HAPPENING??? I open it, and they asked for all my information, and when the best time to call was. I was like????!!!? I’m LITERALLY SITTING ON A PLANE LESS THAN 24 HOURS BEFORE MY SHOW AND YOU WANT TO KNOW WHEN THE BEST TIME CALL IS???? YESTERDAY???? I ALREADY HAVE MY BAG CHECKED, I DON’T HAVE TIME TO BUY ANOTHER OUTFIT, I LOOK LIKE A RAT!!!! So obviously I said “I don’t land until midnight but anytime after that, thank you so much!”

At this point I’m in such shock I literally have no reaction other than to stare unblinking at the seat in front of me and go into full body tremors. I’m pretty sure the girl next to be me on this flight thought I was scared of flying or something, because I was literally shaking so hard I could hear my teeth chattering together. My heart rate shot through the goddamn roof. If you don’t believe me, here is a helpful graph from my Fitbit. I hit 117 BPM from 58 BPM. I’m pretty sure that is indicative of an actual heart attack.

I didn’t know what to do, so I immediately texted my mom and I KNOW it says the message is confidential and you’re not supposed to tell anyone but I needed my mother to know that if her only child died mid-flight, it was taylor nation’s fault and to tell Taylor I loved her. It was VITAL. The southern jumped out -- I literally haven’t called her mama since I was 10, I don’t even know.

I also told my friend Lindsey @lskbe because I once promised her she’d be one of the first to know if it was ever going to happen and she was a GEM even though she DIDN’T ANSWER ME RIGHT AWAY BUT ANYWAY!!!! (screenshot provided by her). She made me a playlist titled 7.28.18 on spotify and everything for the occasion because she is extra and I love her.

I spent the next 2 1/2 hours literally trying not to pee myself with anxiety and excitement because then of course I start thinking WHAT IF THEY FORGET TO CALL? What if it’s just merch? What if I’m boo boo the fool? What if this isn’t real life? Then we hit turbulence and my thoughts turn darker like WHAT IF THE PLANE CRASHES AND I DIE BEFORE I MEET HER? I literally had to make Jaime reassure me multiple times that turbulence wouldn’t make the plane crash and that I would survive. We love her logical brain. So obviously now that I’ve stopped panicking it’s time to take selfies to post later.

I finally make it to Boston and at this point I think I’ve dissociated because I just can’t even think about it anymore. My brain was on overdrive and I didn’t even know how to process. It was either shut it down or shout it from a rooftop and I COULDN’T TAKE THAT RISK.

I got to meet my sweet honeys @straightlinedownx and @heypay FINALLY and it’s up there in my top ten best moments of life. They’d just gotten home from Night 2 so they were pretty spent and it was 1:30 in the morning, so we all headed to bed, but if you thought I was sleeping, you’re WRONG because I was literally peeing every half hour because I was so nervous and excited. I was like a chihuahua I swear to god. I was talking to Brittany @messthatuwanted for most of the night trying not to be suspicious and I guess I did a pretty good job because she NEVER FOUND OUT until I wanted her to. Which is what her snake ass deserves tbh. I literally didn’t get to sleep until 4:30 in the morning and then I woke up at 6:45 am and was like...well they said they’d call me in the morning, and technically it is morning, so I should stay up. Clearly logical. Obviously. We love anxiety. I couldn’t turn the ringer on for my phone because I was sharing a room with people and I didn’t want to wake anyone up so going back to sleep was a risk I wasn’t willing to take.

I spent most of the morning internally exploding, and I eventually told @heypay because I needed someone to tell me I was being crazy and that they would call and she did a very good job at this, so thank you Paige, you’re the love of my life. We were all laying around, relaxing, watching Lejla and Liana’s pet rabbit eat a salad, you know...typical things friends do, when I got a call from a NYC number and shit my pants. I got up from the floor so fast and ZOOMED to the kitchen and Paige followed after me and practically shoved me out of the apartment door so I could have some privacy lol. It was Sydney from Taylor Nation and she was a sweetie and asked how my flight was and and rambled on about delayed flights and I was like....I literally do not care, I’m so sorry, please tell me what I NEED TO KNOW WOMAN I AM DYING!!!! Eventually she cuts to the chase and is like “have you ever had an opportunity before?” And I was like um...hehe..it depends on what you mean by an opportunity because I REALLY JUST WANTED HER TO SAY THE WORDS and she was like “have you ever met taylor before?” and I was like NO!!! I HAVEN’T!!!! At this point I’m shaking so hard I had to lean against the wall for fear of falling down the stairs because THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING, HUH? Then she asks if I’m going to the show with anyone who hasn’t had an opportunity before and I said YES, my precious baby Emily @straightlinedownx. So she asks for Emily’s information and thank god I had checked her facebook to find out her birthday before just in case they asked (since they asked for mine) because IT WAS A STRESSFUL TIME. So she tells me I’ll get a DM within the hour letting us know when we’re verified and where we should pick up our envelope between 4 and 5 pm and I’m just saying thank you over and over and over again because WHAT ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO DO LIKE WTF IS EVEN HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!

So in my head I had this beautiful thing planned for how I would tell Emily she’s meeting Taylor, but it turns out beautiful plans can’t happen when your brain is literally exploding, so instead of doing this elaborate thing where I filmed her reaction and everything, I just went over to where she was lying on the ground and kicked her. As friends do. She turns around and I’m like “Come. Here.” I was probably terrifying, I’m so sorry Emily, but I didn’t KNOW WHAT TO DO. So she follows me out to the kitchen and WHAT DO YOU SAY OTHER THAN WHAT IS HAPPENING???? SO I JUST SPIT IT OUT AND SAID “We’re meeting Taylor” and she deadass goes “No we’re not.” Just so casual. And I’m like “We are. We’re meeting Taylor tonight. I got a DM on the plane and they just called me. I’m bringing you. We’re meeting Taylor.” AND THIS DUMB BICTH GOES “ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO BRING ME????” AND I’M LIKE “BICTH YES????? OF COURSE I DO???” And then she just kept doing this the rest of the day and it was my favorite thing. Here she is in Starbucks ten minutes after finding out.

So we spent the rest of the day obsessing over make up and hair and we headed to the stadium around 2 PM because we wanted to make sure we had plenty of time to meet up with people and buy merch etc. Here’s us waiting for our ride (photo credit to angel @iknowplacesclean and a big thank you for letting me stay at your apartment spur of the moment!!!)

We met up with Steph ( @thesethingswillchange), Leyton, Jess ( @jtmaster13) , and Sammi (@slytherinraven13) and I got to tell them all what was happening and they were SO happy for us because they’re literal angels on earth.

Once we made it to will call and gave them our names, THEY DIDN’T KNOW WHAT WE WERE TALKING ABOUT so I started to panic, naturally, but it was chill because they found it eventually and we immediately started taking pictures with the paper. Some nice lady offered to take one for us, bless her, because the struggle was so real.

By this point I had told all of my friends but Jaime @cages-boxes-hunters-foxes and Brittany @messthatuwanted because I was planning on snaking them the way they snaked me when they met Taylor, and it brought me the greatest joy in life since they both thought I was incapable of it. Little did I know that Jaime was on her way to SURPRISE ME AT THE SHOW which was a MESS since I was in REP ROOM WHEN SHE WAS LOOKING FOR ME! But more on that later. So we met @ninetay89 at will call and we were all so excited for each other because honestly it’s what we all deserved and we just kind of hung out, waiting in line for the gates to open and that’s when Meredith @meredithswift came RUNNING towards me full force. Meredith and I met when we were 13 and 15. We were each others first online friends, and we became full blown stans together. She was the one that convinced me to make a taylor tumblr blog in the first place way back in 2010. We’d never, ever met before that moment and it was honestly one of the highlights of my entire life. I love her with my whole entire heart and it was one of the best hugs I’ve ever gotten. We didn’t let each other go for like 3 minutes. It was great.

The gates finally open and me and Emily ZOOM up to the 100 level bathrooms to fix our make up because the humidity was KILLER and we were legitimately melting. Then we had to run back down the stairs to meet at the bottom of 129/30 and met up with @sunflowershealing and she was SO sweet! I’m so glad we got to meet!

So a security guard comes up to us and tells us we’re actually supposed to meet at the TOP of 129, which isn’t what the paper said but it’s FINE, so we go up MORE stairs and it’s honestly beginning to feel like gym class now but it’s fine because I will do hours of cardio for Taylor Swift if need be. So we go up only to be told to go back down the stairs AGAIN because what is organization and they give us our wrist bands and we’re GOING TO REP ROOM BITCHES.

Let me just say that I was chill literally the entire day. I was excited, yeah, but I wasn’t nervous or anything. Even when we got to Rep Room, I was totally fine. But when I saw the Rep Room doorway, I was jumping up and down like a five year old because how was this REAL LIFE? I never in a million years thought when Taylor shared the fact about Rep Room and showed us the inside that I would ever see it in PERSON. And here I was, walking through the arch??? SOUNDS FAKE. So we get in there, and there are three polaroid cameras sitting on a table next to the throne, but I wasn’t sure if we were allowed to touch them since I’ve heard that a lot of pre-show meet and greets weren’t allowed to do much in rep room. So Emily and I just kind of hang out next to them and hope for the go ahead, which Steph from Taylor Nation eventually gives us and then she has to help our dumb asses put film in them because we’re USELESS. But it’s fine. We take pictures on the throne first, and they came out so iconic honestly I will never take a better picture.

Obviously I had to take a picture with the iconic rainbow dress.

My one singular complaint about the polaroid idea is that rep room is SO dark and it doesn’t really work well with the film.

There was water, coke, diet coke, and sprite available to us, but not the booze or the cookies that were in previous rep rooms. Probably because it’s pre-show or because there wasn’t media that night, I’m not sure. Anyway, we’re able to mingle for about 8-10 minutes maybe? Maybe shorter than that, but Steph tells us to put the cameras up and line up. We were third from last to go in of about 5-6 groups. I’d say there were about 10-12 people in there. I’m pretty short, so I couldn’t see Taylor when they opened the curtain to let the first group in, but I heard someone say “She’s wearing the purple Olivia shirt” and I was like...I literally hate her. Everyone keeps talking and I just wanted them all to shut UP so I could HEAR HER SPEAKING. Eventually, we’re a few groups from going in and I hear her laugh and that’s when it really started getting real. This was really happening. I was about to meet Taylor. Surprisingly, I managed to STILL hold it together. Right before we went in, “Type” by Todrick Hall comes on and I was screaming because I KNEW that would be her favorite song on Forbidden.

So they open the curtain and she’s standing RIGHT there and she opens her arms so wide and goes “oh my god hiiiiii” and without hesitation I just go right into her arms and wrap her up so tight and said “Hi, I’m Megan!” and she starts laughing and goes “I know! I picked you last night, I see your posts all the time, I saw your selfie like I’m coming for you...and I was like I’m coming for you, I sent your post to TN and was like I need her, bring me her.” Literally I wish I could describe in detail the noise that came out of my mouth when she said I know, because it definitely wasn’t human. I was like “YOU KNOWWWWW???” But i literally growled it like some kind of rabid animal, I’m SO sorry, Taylor. That was the first time I lost my chill, which surprisingly only happened twice.

As soon as she drops that bomb on me she turns to Emily to hug her which is what she DESERVES but I was so shook by what she said that I was leaning in for another hug but her back is to me now so I kind of halfway climbed her back I HATE MYSELF. Like my hand was gripping her shoulder and my other hand was pressed against her back and I had to physically talk myself off the ledge like BE COOL BITCH, BACK UP, DON’T BE WEIRD! So I just subtly slide my hands off of her and step back...only to embarrass myself further by stepping closer to Emily, aggressively rubbing her back and shouting “THIS IS EMILY! WE LOVE HER!!!!” Honestly what the fuck is wrong with me? She goes “Thank you guys so much for coming!” And I literally PANTED out “THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR INVITING ME!” Literally I was malfunctioning. I needed to be rebooted.

She turns back to both of us and shimmies her shoulders because she clearly wants me dead and goes “Sooooooooo....” and without hesitation I go “We need to talk about ‘Look What You Made Me Do’” and she’s like “okay, what do we need to talk about?” And then...I did it ladies. I literally told her I didn’t get the joke when it first came out, it flew right over my head and I thought she was being serious about the old taylor being dead and I was so worried about her that I threw up in a parking lot. She goes “Oh my god WHAT? That makes me so sad!” But she was laughing so hard, she threw her head back and covered her mouth, and for a split second I’m like DID I HURT HER FEELINGS??? DOES SHE THINK I HATE THE SONG??? So I was like “NO NO BUT I LOVED IT!” and she goes “You threw up!” And I’m like “BECAUSE I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU! I WAS LIKE IS SHE OKAY????” And she literally can’t stop laughing, she’s doing that stupid dolphin laugh she does and I literally wanted to smoosh her face between my hands because I adore her so much and she is so fucking cute and GOD I WANT TO DIE. So she goes “I was literally climbing out of a grave dressed as a zombie, you didn’t get how that was supposed to be funny???” And I was like “NO, I understood it was a joke when the video came out but for a whole week before I didn’t get the joke!” And she goes “Ohhhh, when the single dropped and you listened you were like WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER???” And she just kept laughing like honestly what the fuck is my life? I made Taylor Swift LAUGH? ME??? (Emily said everyone in the room was laughing, like the security at the door and everything I literally want to jump off a cliff.) So I was like “YES EXACTLY! I was like is she okay? I’m so worried about her, I need to know that she’s okay!” And she like...touched my arm and goes “But you’re okay now, right?” and made the most INTENSE eye contact like...if there is one thing I will say about meeting her, it’s that she keeps eye contact with you the WHOLE time and you know she’s hearing everything you say, she’s paying attention to every word and you KNOW she cares. And I’m like “yeah! I get the joke now, I get it, I swear!” And EMILY GOES “I don’t think she’s okay...” like honestly... drag me.

So I attempt to change the subject and the bitch CUTS ME OFF and leans in to me, looks down at me with this smirk on her face and goes “....do you need me to explain the joke to you?” like she was TEASING me, but I was being DRAGGED. I was like “NO, I get it now! I get it!” BUT SHE EXPLAINED IT ANYWAY. She explained that the whole concept of the line came from how people were saying Taylor Swift is over, she’s dead, and she was making fun of the whole cancellation culture that social media and media in general has, so she decided to just be like “Ohhhh, cause she’s deaaaaaad” (and she said it in the funniest, whiniest mocking voice I literally can’t stand her) to show them all how stupid they sounded when they said things like that. To paraphrase because I don’t remember exact wording, she said that’s really just the whole tone of the album, reputation, itself. That there are a lot of things that go into building a reputation, but that a reputation isn’t real, it’s a perception that can be formed by any number of things, true and false, but isn’t always based on what is actually happening. It’s fake, just like the old taylor being dead is fake, it’s a joke. I think the entire time she was saying this I kept repeating “No I get it, I get it” because I wanted to be sure she knew that I got it, but I think she really just wanted to explain it in general and I’m so glad she did, because I loved the insight. And then she goes “BUT IT’S SO FUNNY NOW because they’re like ‘What is she doing with the snakes? Why is she doing that? She’s so annoying!’ And I’m just like BECAUSE YOU TWEETED IT OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN EVERY SINGLE DAY! YOU’RE JUST MAD BECAUSE IT DOESN’T BOTHER ME ANYMORE!” And I shit you not, she was literally screaming this in my face, and acting like she was scrolling through her phone and laughing like...I was scared lmao. I just kept saying “I’m so proud of you, you just took it back, it’s what you deserve!” God, she’s so pretty when she laughs I can’t stop picturing it and hearing it and I don’t know where I could possibly go from here, I’ve peaked.

She turned to Emily then, and I’m not going to share what happened there because it’s Emily’s story to tell, but I’m literally so happy that she gave her the love she deserves. The moment they shared touched me so much.

When she looked like she was stepping into position for a photo, I suddenly flashed back to everything my friends who had met her already told me -- that if you stop talking, the M&G will end, but if you keep talking, so will she, so I sort of side stepped and started talking to her about how I’ve dealt with some pretty toxic relationships in the past couple years, and how it breaks my heart to think she’s ever felt the same way as I have in those moments of vulnerability and hurt, but that I was so thankful for songs like Dear John and Better Man because it made me feel less alone. And she goes “it’s always nice to know that you’re not alone in feeling the way you do, I totally get it. But that’s why we’re all here, isn’t it? That’s why we come to a stadium and we sing and dance and cry (we said cry at the same time, what kind of shared brain bullshit?) with each other, because we understand each other. We have that connection.”

From there it got a little personal for me, and I want to keep that for myself, but she gave me the biggest, tightest hug and said some of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me and I’ve never felt more loved in my entire life than I did in those few minutes in a room with her. She said “I love you sooo much” and I said I loved her too, and then she asked what we wanted to do for a picture and Emily goes “I wanna do a smoosh...” because she’s the cutest person that has ever BREATHED and Taylor looked so confused so we both said at the same time (at the suggestion of Paige) “Can we do a Taylor face sandwich?” and she got so excited and was like “YEAH, I’ll smoosh your faces to mine!” So we got in position for that I knew I grabbed onto her, but I didn’t actually know what part of her I grabbed, I think I was reaching for her hand forgetting that her hand was on my face LOL.

Anyway, we got our picture, she told us she loves us and hopes we have fun at the show and that she was so happy we were there and Emily manages AT THE LAST SECOND to go “CAN YOU PLAY COME BACK BE HERE.....please” and I’m like “Yeah, like....tonight.” And I felt so bad because I know I sounded so forceful and I DIDN’T MEAN TO. And she goes “Well, I can’t tonight because I promised someone else I’d play a different song, but I promise I will play it at a show soon, I know how much you guys want that one, I promise.” And we thanked her and told her we loved her and took our autograph and our dignity and got the hell out.

I remember I was shaking when I came out of rep room, but I wasn’t freaking out really. I was still pretty chill. Chiller than I expected to be. We got about halfway back to her seats and I screamed “WHAT DID SHE SAY???” because for about five minutes, I blacked out completely. It was such a whirlwind of emotion that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to feel again. When we got back to our seats, the sweet angel that is Steph came over to me and asked how it went and I managed to get out “I said Hi, I’m Megan and...and....and...” and then I completely LOST MY SHIT and started SOBBING in Steph’s arms. I literally could not process that she KNEW WHO I WAS! I’M A LITERAL GARBAGE CAN! WHY DID SHE KNOW ME??? WHY DID SHE LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT? WHY DID SHE LAUGH SO MUCH? I COULDN’T PROCESS!

Steph: Meg, Taylor wanted to meet you, how do you feel?

The sobbing didn’t last long and I recovered just in time to meet my sweet baby Lauren @iknowplaces13 which I was SO EXCITED FOR! She was so happy for me and such an angel BUT THIS WASNT THE END OF THE ANGELS because JAIME APPEARS OUT OF THIN AIR TO SURPRISE ME (even though Dani @screamedsooloud ruined the surprise by accident but it’s FINE) and at this point, I still haven’t told Jaime that I met Taylor and I’m squirming trying to get out of the vice like hug she’s giving me so i can pull up my sleeve and show her my wristband LOL. Eventually she lets me BREATHE and I yank my sleeve up and go “SURPRISE, Snake!” and she literally is the blinking man gif, just no actually expression, raises her eyebrows, looks down at it and back at me and just goes “....when?” and then LAUNCHES herself at me because she is the sweetest, purest bean on the planet and was so genuinely happy for me. She’s listened to me cry about how I was sure this would never happen for so long and she kept telling me she was sure it would happen in Tampa and it was SO fun to outsnake her for once. I started telling her the story and every time I’d tell her something new, she’d tackle me again, it was so PURE. I love her with my entire heart. Here’s a picture after I’ve cried all my eyeliner off.

And then I snaked Brittany @messthatuwanted for snaking me because it’s what she deserved:

The show was obviously amazing and we had great seats near the B stage and were able to make it to barricade, which was such a highlight to an already amazing night. I danced so much and sang at the top of my lungs and had a full on breakdown during long live that Emily the angel had to hold me through because I literally could not cope. Just full on sobbing for half the song. I had so much fun with Emily, Steph, Jess, Sammi, Leyton, Lejla, Sarah, Paige, and everyone else I spent time with this weekend. I’m forever grateful to Taylor for bringing so many amazing people into my life, I don’t deserve any of you and I can’t wait to reunite with 99 percent of the people I met at Gillette in Nashville.

I quite literally had the time of my life with you, @taylorswift. Thank you so much for loving me like I love you, thank you for loving my friends and for bringing them into my life. I’ll never forget you as long as I live.

#7.28 #rep room #rep room story

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UPDATE on Hunter of Huntresses’ future... (and my writing, and my life...)

Hunter of Huntresses:

First thing I want to make clear: I’m not going to abandon the project. Like I said, I’ll write it till I feel satisfied with the conclusion. So I will update the series till I am comfortable with the ending I want––good things don’t last forever after all. Moreover, if I force myself to write, my work’s quality will suffer as well.

Writing:

I really enjoy writing. What started out as a way of productive procrastination became a full-blown series due to the many readers of my smut. I am eternally grateful to those people who support, criticize, and comment. Our interactions on Tumblr messaging (though few) and the comments section on my work have been very motivating. As Daniel Pink theorized: the best motivation for specialized laborers include autonomy, purpose, and mastery. Because of my fans, I gained a purpose, improved my mastery, yet maintained my autonomy.

However, I recently encountered my first instance of...writer’s block? Well it wasn’t a full block, more of a “I just finished my exams, my grades aren’t what I want them to be, Imma take a break.” kind of block. So yeah, I got lazy. Sorry.

But that won’t stop my commitment to finishing and completing a series, so don’t worry. What it does show, however, is how I can lose motivation quickly. As embarrassingly as it is, I’m human too. I got other hobbies outside writing, such as drawing and gaming, which I’ll discuss later. Primarily, I want to talk about me writing, in general.

A bunch of friends and I have conceptualized this...well, universe of sorts. Sort of a like an anthology or series centered around a unifying main character of sorts. Maybe if we get shit done (which two of them have already made content), I can post it here...but no promises. I like to keep my smut-writing and personal interests separate. As I said, I really like writing. So working on this shitshow may become a tragedy for smut updates. I’ll try not to let it get to that.

Fanfiction is something I want to bust into, as well. I’ve got a rough idea for a Blake x Jaune fanfic, might include smut, but more plot-centered than the smut I post. I may or may not get to it. Someone said I was like the Coeur Al’Aran of RWBY smut. I guess I’m more similar to him than I thought, especially since I like Blake’s character and want to capitalize on Jaune’s lack of character development. Blake pre-Volume 4 was one of my favorite characters for potential development mainly because of how mysterious she was.

You can skip the parenthesis text.

(I don’t really ship Bumblebee because I just physically can’t. I’m the type of straight male who can’t get off to gay porn of any sort; guy on guy, girl on girl, dickgirl on guy, dickgirl on girl, etc. I just can’t. Like a lot of straight guys talk about lesbian porn but I’m just there wondering how the fuck does that turn you on? Literally just two girls and a dildo, it’s over-complicated sexual intercourse. I don’t fuck with futanari bullshit because I think it’s the biggest turn-off for me, excluding gay male porn. So yeah, sorry if I came off as homophobic, I guess. Funny thing is, I’ve got gay friends whom I hang out with simply because we watch the same anime, read the same manga. And they don’t get the big deal about gay porn either. Some of them watches hetero-porn exclusively, like me. Anyway, I’m rambling.)

Okay parenthesis text over.

But enough about fiction and fanfiction, let’s talk about smut. I’ve got a fuckton of ideas apart from Hunter of Huntresses that I would like to write about. These include various themes and tags, such as loving sex, or tentacles, BDSM, and even NTR. While some of these aren’t most people’s cup of tea, I want to write what I want to write––I’ve got ideas for stuff like Naruto, The Incredibles, and others. My next work would most definitely be Mass Effect content. Look forward to that once I slow down on Hunter of Huntresses a bit. I do have a bunch of outlines for more RWBY smut as well, so those who came for fics about Jaune dicking girls down, rejoice. I still have a few independent and not-so independent ideas from Hunter of Huntresses. Like for example, Ren fucking RWBY MILFS set in a stereotypical American high school setting.

Life:

I’ve got a shitload of free time...in a sense. My college days tentatively start in August, and right now I just need to watch out for Graduation practice from my high school and Evaluation Exams in May. That means I can update more, right?

Meh.

I’ve got hobbies and social life too––the former including drawing and gaming. I’ve recently picked up drawing again, a hobby I put off for two whole years due to enrolling into a much harder high school curriculum––something I slightly regret due to how shitty the curriculum was executed by my school. I literally did not have a Physics teacher for eight class sessions. What the fuck. So now I got back into drawing, both traditional and digital, mainly because of a girl I met who totally whipped me and I may or may not have a slight crush on her because she’s probably the most perfect girl I’ve met and I’m praying this attraction isn’t fatal but holy shit I’m drawing just to impress her.

As for gaming, I play League of Legends a lot. People say it’s cancer, I tell them it isn’t cancer if you’re playing with the right friends. And let me tell you: losing streaks with friends is far more fun than having a solo winning streak. I used to spend all night gaming, sleeping at two in the morning on weekends. This stopped when I enrolled in the aforementioned curriculum. I consciously made an effort to study harder and quit League of Legends, and it paid off, mostly.

TL;DR and Synthesis:

So overall, these are the factors which may affect the future of my writing ‘career’ or something: other writing pursuits, and other hobbies, and the upcoming college freshman year in August.

P.S. Don’t worry about my mental health, ayt? I’m fine, really. I’ve known suicidal people who have actually attempted self-harm, and trust me, the problems I have aren’t ones that would actually make me kill myself. I’ve got a lot of things going for me right now. As Papa Franku detested, I am “high on life, I don’t need to get high on drugs”.

Sorry if the post got a bit rant-y or smth. I just needed to explain shit to the fullest.

#sazerex #update #hunter of huntresses #rwby #the future

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