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cinemastyles-blog · 11 months

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Was It Worth the Wait?

Summary: Anon request - “i was wondering if you could maybe do one where we're his gf we're on tour with him and the boys and we tease him with dirty talk, messages, pictures and stuff just before he goes on and he's really sexually frustrated and then they fuck afterwards (he's desperate but please not any dominant harry) preferably Ihh”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, sexting, teasing, sexual insinuation, unprotected sex, fluffy smut, filth right off the bat

Master

LONG HAIR HARRY

You sat in Harry’s dressing room, waiting for the boys to get done with their meeting about their future rehearsal schedules before their show tonight.

You get up and walk over to lock the door. You grab his one button up and strip down to nothing but your black lace underwear.

You throw on his unbuttoned shirt and make sure to just cover your nipples as you sit on your knees in front of the mirror.

You held your phone up, getting the angle right before snapping a few photos, switching positions every once in a while.

You get up, get dressed and go unlocked the door. You walk over and sit down on the couch, scrolling through the photos you just took.

You go to Harry’s message thread and tap on the best photo, hitting send and waiting.

A few moment later, you see his name pop up at the top of your screen, are you fucking kidding me right now?

What are you talking about, babe? You smirk and bite your lip.

You know what. I’m at a meeting, y/n. I don’t need anyone else seeing that body. I’ll have to kill them.

You giggle, yeah, you’re right. Just look at it secretly. I have others. Want to see?

It’s a few moment before Harry answers, but when he does it makes your heart skips a beat, what I want to see is you bend over taking my cock, but that can’t happen right now. Can it?

Your thumbs tap the screen and you can feel yourself growing wetter by the second, I mean it could. I feel like I’m so wet for you right now. I feel like I need you so bad, baby.

Y/n.

Harry.

Stop it.

Stop what?

You know what.

Fine. I’ll just do it myself I guess.

You laugh and cover your mouth as you have fun with him, “He’s too easy.”

You’re bluffing. Where are you?

In your dressing room, still naked. Aching to get a hold of that cock.

You know Harry has a show tonight. There isn’t going to be any time for him to get a hold of you before hand.

The door opens and you jump, looking back to see one of the security standing there, “You okay?”

“Yeah, why?” You sit up and look at him, “Did Harry send you?” He nods, “Yeah.”

You roll your eyes, “Of course he did.” You laugh and sit back as he sighs, “I’m so annoyed with this boys.” He laughs and shakes his head, “I’ll leave you be.”

You really had Leo come check on me?

I knew you were bluffing.

You bite your lip and lean back as your thumbs tap the screen in a steady rhythm, I might have been bluffing about being naked, but that doesn’t mean I can’t always get naked.

You get up and quickly lock the door, taking your shirt off as you send him a selfie of your bare shoulders and upper chest, leaving your boobs out of it for now.

Don’t do this, y/n. There won’t be enough time before the show.

You take another picture, moving the camera down more, showing the tops of your boobs, I know but just think, this will just wind you up so when you come off stage we’ll have the hottest, filthiest sex ever.

You bite your lip and send him a picture of your boobs before he can answer, Can’t wait until you have your lips around these and you cock buried deep inside of me.

You knew you needed to stop, but you can’t help yourself. Winding Harry up was one of your favorite things to do because it made him angry and that led to the best sex most of the time.

Y/n. Baby, knock it off. I can’t afford to have my cock hard right now and you’re making it extremely hard not to.

You put your shirt on and let out a sigh as you unlock the door, okay, okay. But this doesn’t change the fact that I’m still craving you.

Fuck, we’re going straight back to the dressing room after the show.

You smile, knowing you’re going to get exactly what you want, I promise I’ll make it up to you.

You better, you just made me miss half of this meeting because all I can think about is your tits.

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“Break a leg, baby.” You press your lips to Harry’s and go to lean back but he grabs your waist tight and pulls you to him, “you drive me insane.”

You smile up at him, “It would be boring if I didn’t.”

He smirks and nods, “Yeah, you’re right.” He leans down and kisses you, “I gotta go. I’ll be back for you.” He winks and jogs over to join the other boys, doing their pre show ritual.

You make your way out and sit in the section dedicated to family and close friends. You talk with some fans as you wait for them to come on stage and when the lights go down, it gets insanely loud.

The intro plays and they appear. Harry instantly finds you, singing songs towards you and does something he’s never really done before.

He forgets the words.

You cover your mouth, trying not to laugh, “Oh no.”

You really got into his head. He can’t focus because all he can think about is you.

Naked.

Wanting to sit on his cock.

He clears his throat and cracks a joke, causing everyone to laugh. You smirk up at him and he shakes his head with a smile.

The fans notice me they go absolutely feral. You and Harry have been publicly together for two years now, but it still doesn’t change the fact that the fans go absolutely nuts when new pap pics drop of you two walking down the sidewalk holding hands.

You dance with the fans and take selfies with them throughout the night and talk with them as the boys mess around on stage.

Eventually, the show is coming to an end so you say your goodbyes and head to the dressing room faster than ever.

You sit on the couch, biting your lip and bouncing your leg as you wait for Harry to make his arrival.

You hear the loudness of them coming off the stage and entering the hall way and your heart starts racing. Harry always gets you going, no matter what he does. You fall more in love with him with every little thing he does.

The door opens and Harry stands there, his chest rising and falling quickly and a smirk grows on his lips, “What happened to being naked in my dressing room?”

He shuts the door with a slam and locks it, discarding his shirt as he walks over to you. You get your shirt off and toss it before he pushes you back and lays his body on yours.

“You made me forget the words to the songs I sing every goddamn day.” He groans and kisses down your neck, “As said, you drive me insane.”

You run your hands through his hair and moan as he pushes his bulge against your clothed pussy, “Harry.” You whimper out, “Please.”

“Take ‘em off.”

He stands up to take his jeans and boxers off as you quickly take off your pants and underwear. You lay back and spread your legs, “I need you so bad.”

“I know how you feel.” He leans on the couch and lays his body over yours. He kisses you as he reaches down to rub the tip of his cock on your soaked folds, “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

“I’ve been all damn day.” You pull him in to kiss him and gasp loudly as you finally feel him inside of you, stretching your walls like you craved all day.

He doesn’t waste anytime and slowly pulls out and pushes his cock deep inside of you, “Fuck. Y/n.” He groans as he kisses down your neck and dips his head down to take a nipple between his lips.

You arch your back and wrap your legs around him, “Shit, yes baby. That feels so good.” You moan and roll your eyes back, “Fuck, Harry.”

He moans against you, switching to give your other nipple attention, too.

His thrusts are slow and he makes sure to push his hips against yours each time he slides back in, groaning as he feels you clench around him, “Cum for me.” He breathe out, “Fucking hell.”

You moan and dig your nails into his skin, moaning loudly as you squeeze his cock with your walls, “Fuckfuck, shit.”

He crashes his lips on yours, moaning as he feels you cum around him, “Is that what you wanted all day?” He watches as you come down from your high, “Because it’s what I wanted.”

“Fuck yes.” You tighten your legs around him and open your eyes to look at him. You’re panting, “Feels so good.”

He smirks and speeds his thrusts up, “You feel so good.” He goes back to playing with your boobs, licking sucking and nipping the skin around your nipples, moaning as he feels his urge to cum escalate quickly, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon.”

You nod, “let me taste you.”

He groans and kisses you before he stands up, pumping his cock as you shift down to the floor in front of him. You rest back onto your calves and open your mouth to stick your tongue out.

He moans as he looks down at you. His hair falling down over his face makes him look so hot.

He gasps and watches as strings of cum coat your chin and mouth. You close your eyes and move your tongue to catch it. You lean up and wrap your lips around the head of his cock, sucking until he gasps again, “O-okay.”

You lean back with a smile, “Was it worth the wait?”

He chuckles and nods, “It’s always worth the wait, baby.” He stands you up, “Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”

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madewithspice · 2 years

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Hi,saw how you were doing matchups, may I request for AoT and KNY if they’re still open?

name is Ethan, he/him pronouns, ENTP 7w8(MBTI and enneagram), bi but have a stronger preference for women

Likes: include watching anime, researching on anything making me curious, working on a few hobbies like photo editing,writing and drawing, but I would love to find more in the future, also into self improvement a lot. I also love travelling to different places and unique experiences

Dislikes: probably something that restricts my freedom too much, very hot weather, failing at something, people who are rude in general(not in the playful sense I’m down for that but like always insulting and not knowing when it gets too far)

Add info: 5’ 6”, Asian with Chinese descent,ambiverted but more introverted,love languages I can accommodate anyone but for me receiving it would be quality time and physical touch, i have 0 relationship experience so yeah I’ll probably be a bit shy in it 🙃

That should be all, hope you’re doing good and take care!!

Hello, yes thank you for requesting and for waiting patiently for my slow arse. You take care too :)

For AOT I match you with Sasha Braus

I hope you meant it when you said you like receiving physical touch because this woman will pounce on you, cling to your arms/legs and just generally be an accessory for you. Sasha loves how soft you feel and how you smell. She’s the type of gf just to take huge sniffs of you while hugging you. She likes to hold your hand but she’ll walk more in front rather than besides you, just so she can drag you when she sees something exciting.

As known world wide, Asian food just hits different 🤤 and who better to gorge on Asian food with than the foodie herself. Whatever you make or get, she’ll gladly eat it. But just because she’s a glutton doesn’t not mean she doesn’t makes sure you eat too. She’ll message daily asking if you’ve eaten and God help you if you say no. She’ll rush over with food and feed you whether you want her to or not.

She especially loves how shy you get. It’s one of her favourite things about you. The way you can’t hold eye contact with her for too long and the brushing mess written all over your face. Connie and Jean will endlessly tease you over it until Sasha asks where their s/o is which promptly shuts them up.

For KNY I match you with Tanjiro Kamado

You meet Tanjiro whilst he’s on a journey and you’re taking some pictures of a pretty sunset. He asks to see and you comply, beginning a new friendship for the both of you. The next time you two meet he invites you along to a secret location where “the best pictures of a beautiful view can be taken”. While showing each other your photographs of the view, you notice a few of you. “ I did say a beautiful view” I canon Tanjiro as a smooth mf

Tanjiro is a respectable gentleman and will take things so slowly just to make sure you’re comfortable. He’ll ask before holding your hand, before hugging you, before anything. He’ll always let you pick the dates or the food order. Basically, he’s a no.1 simp.

He will definitely tease you but not too much. He loves watching you get passionate over your hobbies and works. He’ll proudly show off your art to anyone that will look in his direction and now you have a whiny Zenitsu following you two around, stating it’s not fair that he’s alone and you two have each other. That is until he sees Nezuko and chases after her.

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krappykawa · 4 years

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fake dating headcanons with atsumu, oikawa, and kuroo

ANON ASKED: “hi i really like your writing 🥺🥺 could i request fake dating with atsumu, oikawa, and kuroo? like they told their teams that they have a girlfriend but they dont lmao so they ask one of their classmates to pretend to be their gf so the team can meet her? and they end up falling for her along the way :)) i look forward to reading more of ur works!! 💖”

atsumu x f!reader, oikawa x f!reader, kuroo x f!reader

genre. fluff

warnings. language

word count. 6.3k

note. DAMN this one got away from me ... 6.3k words for a headcanon post ...... sorry anon i’m not sure if you wanted a long post but i mean, here we are lol

note 2. had to repost because something was up with the tags lol i hope it works fine this time

ATSUMU.

- the team has a favorite twin and it’s osamu, we all know it

- one day after practice, the team finds out that one of the first-years managed to get a girlfriend

- most of the inarizaki vb team is single at that point in time so it starts a conversation about relationships

- somewhere in the conversation, aran says, “osamu, man. I can’t believe ya haven’t gotten a girlfriend yet. yer easily one of the best-looking people in the school.”

- osamu just shrugs, but atsumu’s like “huh??”

- “hey ‘samu and i have the same face. don’t cha mean that we’re some of the best-looking people in the school??”

- the guys in the locker room exchange glances

- aran‘s like “look, atsumu. don’t blow up on me or anything, but most girls don’t really want to date you.” (keep in mind that aran’s strictly speaking about the girls that aren’t a part of the miya twins fan club)

- “and why the hell not?”

- at this point, aran’s looking at literally everyone in the room and pleading with his eyes for help because he doesn’t want to start a fight with atsumu

- suna takes pity on aran and says, “hate to break it you, miya, but girls don’t want to date a guy who’s a massive asshole”

- now, atsumu could care less if the entire goddamn world thinks he’s an asshole, but it rubs him the wrong way that his teammates think that osamu’s a better catch than he is

- sibling rivalry pride or whatever

- so atsumu goes “i think my girlfriend would disagree because oh will ya look at that, she’s dating me!”

- he was most definitely not dating anyone

- osamu raises an eyebrow at him because to his knowledge, atsumu didn’t have a girlfriend

- “since when did you have a girlfriend?”

- osamu looks at atsumu with knowing eyes and smirks. “yeah sumu, who’s this girlfriend of yours? I don’t think i’ve met her yet.”

- atsumu knows he’s gotten himself in some deep shit

- but still he’s still full of pride, so he says, “i’ll bring her by to practice tomorrow.”

- now miya atsumu has a dilemma because there are some things he just shouldn’t lie about (because now he’ll never live it down if he can’t figure out a way to get himself out of this one)

- atsumu knows that he’s got that fanclub that would probably be more than willing to date him, but the thought of being in their presence for longer than two seconds makes his skin crawl because he doesn’t think he could handle the excessive screaming

- so that night he decides to go to the bakery down the street that he frequents because they have some of the best macarons in town

- you’re one of the bakers at that bakery that works the shift when he usually comes in for his weekly macarons so you two are acquainted

- you also go to inarizaki, so you hear the rumors that circulate around atsumu, but you don’t really pay much attention to them because he’s not that bad whenever he comes into the bakery

- like sometimes if he tries to only order 2 macarons but notices that there are only 5 macarons left, he’ll buy them all just to make your life easier

- when he comes in that day, he has this troubled look on his face. “hey y/n. can i just have my usual? oh and an iced matcha.”

- you like to keep tabs on your regulars and what they order, so when he orders an iced matcha, you know that something’s probably up (he never orders drinks from there because he said that his brother would kill him if he didn’t bring him home a drink too and having to carry the two drinks up to their apartment is hassle enough)

- you’re in the middle of making his drink when you decide to ask him what’s up “everything alright?”

- it’s almost time to close up and you two are the only two left so you figured you had time for small talk

- “i may have outright lied to my team about havin’ a girlfriend.”

- “you don’t?” that surprises you because so many girls at your school have a crush on the miya twins (you would know because your best friend is practically in love with osamu)

- when atsumu shakes his head dejectedly, you don’t quite understand what he’s so down for

- “you do know that there are like 50 girls that are practically lining up to date you right?”

- “yeah, but they’d expect a real relationship and i’m no good at those.”

- “why not?”

- “i’m too argumentative, let's just say, plus i’ve been told that i kinda come off as an asshole.”

- “and volleyball right?” you would know since he always comes into the bakery after a practice and he looks like he’s both dead and alive

- when you hand him his matcha and packet of macarons, he pauses

- “listen, don’t take this the wrong way but yer single right?”

- you almost smile to yourself because wow for a guy so attractive, his way with words isn’t great

- “i am.”

- he stands there for a good 20 seconds just looking at you with that look in his eyes that tells you that he’s trying to ask you something but he doesn’t know how to do it

- “you want me to act as your fake girlfriend don’t you?”

- cue atsumu chuckle @%EUTYDJBCJWER)*&# hhhhfs

- “ya know, i’m kinda seein’ why i get called an asshole all the time. it doesn’t sound as great when ya’ say it like that.”

- you agree to pretend to be his girlfriend, but on the condition that your best friend will be able to tag along if osamu’s gonna be there

- and that’s the start of it

- you visit his practice the next day before work and his team looks at you in surprise because they were 100% sure that having a girlfriend was just another one of atsumu’s lies

- they all kinda stare at you a little extra too because you’re really pretty

- “aye, get yer asses back to volleyball and stop starin’ at my girl like that.”

- you know it’s all fake, but him saying that kinda makes you blush anyways

- when you first agreed to fake dating him, you weren’t expecting that you’d have to spend too much time with him (he did tell you that he wasn’t looking for a real relationship) but that changes because osamu’s insistent that atsumu should at least try to be a good boyfriend and eat lunch with you and stuff

- you’re both aware that osamu doesn’t buy your little arrangement one bit

- atsumu’s got this raging pride when it comes to his twin brother, so he actually listens because now he’s made it his personal mission to convince osamu that you and him are actually dating

- it takes a while for you two to get into the hang of it, but once you do, it’s like a regular routine

- you and your best friend eat lunch with the twins (you and atsumu both watch as your best friend fumbles her way into talking with osamu), you drop by before work to give atsumu a kiss on the cheek before practice, he drops by the bakery after practice nearly everyday, and you come to his games while wearing a jersey that he lent you

- his teammates like you a lot and tease atsumu all the time because they claim that you’re way too good for him

- surprisingly, he always gets a little protective when they say things like that and always slips an arm around your waist

- one day when you’re over at his apartment, you help atsumu learn how to make macarons (with some help from osamu)

- it takes a while because he would get mad at the macarons when they would come out in weird shapes

- “stupid macarons! they got it out for me i’m tellin’ ya! they’re being like that on purpose!”

- LITERALLY A CHILD

- you learn to like that about him though

- dates with him are usually on the weekends (you both drag osamu and your best friend out with you) and it’s always something fun that osamu suggests because atsumu wasn’t joking when he said he sucks at real relationships

- most of these dates consist of holding hands as you walk around the streets until osamu sees a restaurant he wants to try out

- he always insists on feeding you at least once in your meal

- he also loves doing the walrus-chopsticks face?? (he only started doing it because he liked hearing you laugh)

- as time passes, you two start going on dates without osamu and your best friend (atsumu always claims that it’s because he wants to show osamu up, but you start to notice that osamu doesn’t even find out about these dates most of the time)

- you secretly like these dates better than those with osamu and your best friend because atsumu feels more at ease and will develop a softer tone around you during these dates

- eventually, he starts to always greet you with a forehead kiss whenever you’re in public (you’re not sure if he does it just because his brother is watching, or if maybe he might be starting to like you)

- you try to make your brain forget that most of the time, he kisses your forehead before osamu even walks in

- one day after practice, you’re waiting for him because you didn’t have a shift at the bakery that day

- he walks out of the club room looking mildly pissed and you’re a little wary

- but then he gets to where you’re standing and just pulls your waist towards him and full on kisses you

- mind you, this is your first kiss on the lips with him

- it’s not a quick peck either, like you can hear the wolf whistles from his teammates in the back and you’re left breathing hard and flushed pink afterwards

- damn if that’s what his kisses are like, you suddenly wish he’d do it more often

- “what was that for?”

- “nothin’”

- sometime in the future you find out that he did that because his teammates were once again talking about your relationship and one of them joked that atsumu paid you to pretend to be his girlfriend

- he knew that what you had wasn’t necessarily real, but he just had the urge to kiss you then (he swears to you that he doesn’t know why)

- he does know why. it was because it was starting to slip his mind that your relationship was fake and the reminder made him a little mad at himself

- he realizes that maybe he’s fallen in love with you when osamu brings it up

- atsumu had asked for osamu’s help because he wanted to surprise you by making you mochis for your upcoming four month anniversary of being his fake girlfriend (typing this out was so funny, this man is so whipped he doesn’t know it)

- “ya know, when i first met y/n, i was sure that it was all fake and that you’d slip up about it one day. i guess i was wrong.”

- atsumu doesn’t say anything to that because in his head he’s trying to convince himself that “no. this is all still fake.” but it’s hard to convince himself of that when his hands are covered in the rice flower that he’s using to make your favorite dessert for your four months of faking being together

- he tries not to think about what osamu said when he gives you the gifts later that night

- he tries not to think about it when he gets that funny feeling that he’s been feeling for a while now when he sees the way you light up upon opening the box of mochis

- he most definitely tries not to think about it when you accidentally give him your second kiss of the relationship because you were caught up in the spur of the moment

- it’s on the way home back to his apartment that night that he realizes he’s fucked

- because good god he’s fallen for you

- he tries to break it off after that

- you’re confused at how sudden it is, but you let him break it off because at that point you’re already in love with him and are still too scared to say it because you keep remembering how he always said that he didn’t want a real relationship

- IDIOTS IN LOVE YOU'RE BOTH SO .

- he tries to go back to normal after that

- but for the love of everything he just . can’t

- his eyes always linger a little too long on the door right before practice because you would always come see him before going to work

- his feet would instinctively move in the direction of the bakery after practices until he realizes what he’s doing and forces himself to go home

- his eyes would scan for your figure wearing his jersey during games until he remembers that you probably weren’t there and that you most definitely wouldn’t be wearing his jersey

- he wants to kick himself because the reason he asked you to be his fake girlfriend in the first place was because he didn’t want a real relationship

- yet here he was. wallowing because if there’s anything more he wants, it’s a real relationship with you

- osamu gets fed up with him eventually

- “take yer ass to the bakery right after practice. i’m not letting you into the apartment until you see her.”

- and surprisingly, he actually listens to his twin brother

- he walks into the bakery for the first time in a while and says “hey y/n. can i just have my usual? oh and an iced matcha.”

- you look up at him then because you vividly remember that night. how could you not?

- you’re in the middle of making his drink when you decide to ask him what’s up “everything alright?”

- “i may have outright lied to myself about loving you.”

- you nearly drop the drink in your hands

- “‘tsumu? what are you on about?”

- “i know i said that i’m no good at real relationships. but i’ve found that i want to learn to be good.”

- a pause

- “i want to learn with ya.”

OIKAWA.

- this poor boy is always the butt of the jokes that come from his team

- seriously though. it’s always “tease oikawa day” (he teases them back so it’s all good)

- but one day, they’re all in the locker room when hanamaki brings up this girl that he’s planning on asking out because he’s not sure how to do it

- oikawa, being the little shit that he is, goes “step one, makki. have my face. step two, have my amazing personality. step three, ask her out.”

- he barely ducks in time to miss the shoe that comes flying towards his head

- “makki! such unbecoming behavior! my advice is perfect!”

- matsukawa snorts and says “perfect advice my ass. you can’t even get anyone to like you. let alone go out with you, crappykawa.”

- “don’t spread lies, mattsun.” oikawa clicks his tongue like a mother scolding his child. “or do you seem to forget the dozens of confessions i get on the daily along with the girls that you three complain about all the time because ugh shittykawa’s gonna make us late if he keeps talking to them” (he’s so dramatic lol he says that last part in this weird, whiny voice)

- iwaizumi scoffs. “doesn’t count when you reject every single one.”

- “i do not!”

- “right. right. as if you don’t make them cry because you’re so nice about rejecting them too.” (oikawa frowns at that one because he doesn’t mean to make them cry)

- “yeah, shittykawa, you’re pretty bad at love in general. i’d die before listening to your advice.” (this one is from matsukawa)

- “there’s also the fact that the girlfriend’s you did have all broke up with you because you would rather cuddle with a volleyball than cuddle with them.” (this one is from hanamaki)

- oikawa scowls at them “i don’t cuddle my volleyball.”

- “sure you don’t. just like you most definitely don’t have a name for it either.”

- “leave iwa-chan the second out of this!” (he drew an angry face on his volleyball too because he claims it looks like iwaizumi)

- iwaizumi groans. “i hate you. so so much.”

- at this point, oikawa knows they’re right, but he’s also really prideful. “and besides. i would suggest taking my advice because i got a girlfriend just today!”

- he most definitely did not

- “sure you did. hey mattsun, i bet a week tops until she breaks up with him.”

- “nah i’ll bet five days.”

- after practice, oikawa came up with a plan for the next day to get himself out of the hole he dug for himself

- he usually got confessions before school, so he told iwaizumi that he was going to school early to practice and instead waited for a girl to confess to him

- but the moment he saw this second-year walk up to him with a little box, he knew he wouldn’t be able to do it

- he couldn’t do that to this innocent girl

- and he tries to say yes to her. he really does.

- but he can practically hear his older sister’s voice yelling at him about how “even when you get popular and get confessions from people left and right, i don’t want you leading anyone on. you only accept a confession if you actually like them.”

- he’s probably more scared of his sister than he is of his own mother, so he says no to that second-year, even when she starts to frown and walk away

- he’s leaning against the gym and rubbing the bridge of his nose when he hears you

- “everything alright?”

- you two were pretty close because he found out that you had a crush on iwaizumi in your second year and tried to set you two up (it didn’t work because he’s pretty bad at being a wingman)

- even when iwaizumi rejected you, oikawa had already grown to like your presence, so you two stayed friends despite how his best friend broke your heart

- “y/n-chan! what are you doing here so early?”

- “just returning a book to the library before the librarian knocks down my door and kicks my ass for having an overdue library book. what are you doing here so early?”

- “would you believe me if i said that i was practicing volleyball?”

- you look him up and down, and the smell of fresh cologne reaches your nostrils. his uniform is neatly put together.

- “looking like that? no, no i would not.”

- “well, what would you believe?”

- “i don’t know .. the truth maybe?”

- “the truth is embarrassing and is defamation to my good name.” that makes you raise your brow at him.

- “okay now i only want to hear the truth. i will not accept anything but the truth. now tell me, what kind of embarrassment have you proved yourself to be this morning?”

- “so mean, y/n-chan! now i see why you so very adored our precious iwa-chan.”

- you groan because you don’t want to remember that rejection. “oh just hurry up and embarrass yourself instead of embarrassing me.”

- “but it’s quite embarrassing.”

- “come on, spit it out.”

- “i may or may not have told iwa-chan, makki, and mattsun that i have a girlfriend when i don’t have one.”

- you look at him like he’s the dumbest person you’ve ever met, because at that moment, you really believed that he was. “couldn’t you just … i don’t know … accept one of your many, many confessions?”

- oikawa tells you about his fear of his sister and the second-year that just confessed to him

- you find yourself admiring his sister because she’s probably the one person on this planet that can humble oikawa tooru (the next person to be able to do so will be you, but you don’t know that yet)

- after hearing his explanation you get an idea. “can’t you ask someone to fake being in a relationship with you? you know, so you don’t get the angry sister devil/angel thing on your shoulder?” (LOL if you don’t get what the angel/devil thing that i’m talking about is, it’s like when you have an imaginary angel and a devil that sits on your shoulders and criticizes every choice you make)

- “are you offering, y/n?” he has that shit-eating grin on his face again, so you know he’s mostly joking

- “hmm, i don’t know. i think you’ll have to formally ask me to be your fake girlfriend. it’s only polite after all.”

- oikawa blinks for a second because he didn’t actually think you were serious. “what?”

- “are you going to ask me to be your fake girlfriend or not? maybe throw in a flower and i’ll say yes.”

- oh. oh.

- well, he wasn’t going to let what might be his only opportunity to get someone to fake date him pass by

- he looks around and sees a small flower on the ground and picks it

- he takes both your hands and puts the flower in one of them before saying, “y/n-chan will you, take me, oikawa tooru, as your loving pretend boyfriend, and save me from irrevocable embarrassment?”

- you laugh in his face because he’s trying so hard not to laugh through his “proposal.”

- “minus points for not getting on one knee but i guess i do.”

- you mainly did it because you may have already gotten rejected by iwaizumi, but you did like the possibility of being friends with him, and fake dating oikawa would probably let you do that

- you also kind of felt bad for oikawa, knowing that he wasn’t exaggerating how embarrassing it would be if his teammates found out he was lying

- when you and oikawa walk up to the seijoh third-years while holding hands, makki and mattsun are jostling each other while iwaizumi looks mildly surprised

- “see matsun! pay up!”

- oikawa and you both look in surprise as mattsun reluctantly shoves a few bills into makki’s awaiting hand

- oikawa’s looking between them both. “what bet did you use me for this time?”

- “i bet mattsun that you and y/n secretly liked each other.”

- blink blink

- iwaizumi sees the mildly awkward situation brewing so he says, “anyways, y/n if you ever get tired of this dumbass, you’re more than welcome into our group. we’ll just kick oikawa out.”

- after that, you and oikawa fall into a dating routine easily (you have a pretty busy schedule too so both you and oikawa understand each other schedules well)

- usually this is where oikawa’s relationships fail. he spends so much time with volleyball and the team that he doesn’t really spend time with his significant others

- it’s different with you though. maybe it’s the fact that the stakes aren’t so high because it’s only a fake relationship after all, or maybe it’s because unlike his past significant others, you don’t mind spending most of your time and “dates” with the other seijoh third-years, or maybe it’s because he remembers that locker room conversation and he wants to prove to makki, mattsun, and iwaizumi that he can be a good boyfriend (even if it’s a good fake boyfriend)

- dates with oikawa are usually laid-back because he’s tired from practice (so like walks in the park, getting ice cream, or study dates where you don’t get much done because you spend most of it just laughing and cooking in his kitchen)

- you find that he’s secretly a decent cook (the only thing keeping from saying that he’s a good cook is because he can’t cut vegetables for his life, and he also managed to accidently burn the onions you were trying to caramelize).

- neither of you acknowledge the fact that since nobody’s there to see those dates, you two technically don’t have to go on them since it’s only a fake relationship

- oh and takeru LOVES you

- seriously. he thinks you’re probably the coolest person ever (he tells you one day that he thinks you’re even cooler than oikawa and oikawa is a pouting mess the rest of your day. you can only pull him out of his slump when you jump on his back and force him to run to the bakery and buy milk bread)

- sometimes you’ll come with oikawa when he needs to watch takeru

- as takeru teaches you how to receive a volleyball, oikawa will watch you two with a little smile on his face (this loser is so whipped like man people passing by reminisce on how they were young and in love once because oikawa looks at you like that. oikawa doesn’t notice that he’s doing it though.)

- you sometimes spend time at his house with iwaizumi or on select days just by yourself (mostly for study dates or for watching weird sci-fi movies that oikawa seems to love)

- since you’re at his house so often, oikawa’s mother takes a liking to you because “you finally got her boy to care about something that isn’t volleyball.”

- it’s when oikawa groans a “moooom” in response that you start to feel those pesky butterflies

- oikawa will run up to you after games and just hold you tightly (he tells himself that it’s because his fan club and the team are watching, but really it’s because he can’t thank you enough for being there because he just plays better when you’re watching)

- my god, dUDE . he has no idea that he loves you like . MAN .

- mattsun, makki, and iwaizumi always tease oikawa about how you’re so much cooler than him

- oikawa whines to you and says, “y/n-channn they’re being mean again!”

- “what do you want me to do about it?”

- oikawa pouts like the baby he is and says, “kiss,” while pointing to his cheek. you give in and a round of groans comes from mattsun and makki. oikawa looks so smug and those pesky stomach feelings come back. iwaizumi is smiling to himself.

- speaking of iwaizumi

- you two become best friends after he finds you looking dejected as you wait for oikawa to get out of practice. you confided with him about how your relationship was all pretend. you might have also told him that you may be teensy bit in love with his captain

- iwaizumi tells you that, “there are some things you just ... can’t fake. the way that shithead looks at you is one of them. trust me.”

- he also tells you that his suspicion that you and oikawa had this weird spark was what kept him from ever reciprocating your feelings and why he rejected you (oikawa literally tried being your wingman before by texting iwaizumi things like “did you see how pretty y/n was today? don’t you think she was pretty?” and “iwa-chan! y/n is so funny and that’s coming from me, so she really is funny! i think maybe you should talk to her to see what i’m talking about (≧◡≦)”)

- at this point everyone knows that you’re in love with oikawa for real (except for oikawa himself)

- everyone also knows that oikawa’s fallen for you (except for oikawa himself, and you because you refuse to believe it)

- the moment he realizes he’s in love with you is on another one of those dates that you both know you don’t have to have but still choose to have anyway

- you’re making milk bread and he’s helping to measure the ingredients when he turns around to see you covered in flour and he just kinda stops

- and he realizes

- like yeah he’s been getting that small tugging feeling with you a lot over these past few months

- but now he finally realizes it’s because he’s in love with you

- he’s staring for a long time and for a second you think he’s going to make fun of your flour-coated self, but he’s staring at you with that look and you’re confused

- “everything okay? is there something wrong? did you mess up the measurements?”

- then an idea hits him

- “something’s wrong. it’s kind of embarassing though.”

- “what is it?”

- “no but it’s really embarrassing.”

- “what .. what is it?”

- cue cheeky little grin. “i think i might’ve fallen in love with my fake girlfriend. i don’t have another flower to ask her out though. i hope she doesn’t say no.”

- you kiss him for the first time then and take pride in the fact that you get him covered in flour in the process

KUROO.

- it happened the second day that you were at the tokyo training camp

- kuroo was with bokuto and a few of the karasuno first-years when bokuto started telling the first-years that kuroo had a girlfriend because he saw kuroo helping you carry your bags the day before (listen . this man is like . clueless when it comes to emotions sometimes i’msosorry)

- kuroo got this confused look on his face because he thought he would remember getting a girlfriend. “i do?”

- “don’t you? remember the girl you were holding hands with yesterday?”

- this was all some big misunderstanding

- so basically what happened was this: you’re shinzen’s team manager and you were tasked with carrying bags of equipment to the training center. kuroo was waiting for kenma to finish talking with lev (more like trying to avoid though lmao) and noticed that you were struggling so he came over to help

- kuroo figured that bokuto must’ve seen him holding the bags for you and assumed that something must’ve been going on (or maybe he looked over for the split second when kuroo held your hand in order to transfer the bags to his hand)

- he was about to clear things up when lo and behold, you walked into the gym

- “kuroo look! it’s your girlfriend! hey, come join us!”

- bless bokuto’s soul. bless that poor, oblivious soul.

- you walked up to them and looked at kuroo like “what??”

- you remembered him from the day before, but you didn’t remember ever agreeing to being his girlfriend of any sort

- he smiled apologetically at you and asked to talk to you on the side

- “what’s going on? why did he call me your .. girlfriend?”

- “look i’m sorry, bo’s a little … i don’t know. he saw me carrying your bags yesterday and assumed. i’ll clear things up, don’t worry.”

- when you two headed back to where bokuto is standing, it was obvious that kuroo’s smooth-sailing explanation wasn’t happening anytime soon

- because lev was there, and so was yaku

- “KUROO-SENPAI? THIS IS YOUR GIRLFRIEND? SHE’S VERY PRETTY SENPAI!” (bless lev’s soul too. another part of the extremely oblivious club.)

- yaku took no hesitation in teasing kuroo. “since when does kuroo ever get any girl to like him? this is new. no offense, of course.”

- kuroo tried clearing up the air by saying, “guys- listen this has all been som-“

- hinata doesn’t let him finish either lmao “YOU’RE THE TEAM MANAGER FOR SHINZEN!” (extremely oblivious club member number 3 here)

- “a team manager, kuroo? what’d you do to get her to say yes? is she a chemistry nerd too?”

- “bo-“

- they kinda just went like that back and forth, and kuroo kept getting interrupted

- you were just laughing to the side because it was kind of funny

- you also kinda felt bad for kuroo because damn his friends had like no faith in his romantic skills at all??

- maybe that was what made you say it, but after his friends were done teasing him you said, “he’s kind of a catch though, don’t you think? nerdy and funny is a girl’s dream isn’t that what they say?”

- kuroo blinked at you because what??

- once kuroo got you alone by asking you to take a walk outside of the gym, he asked, “so … what does this make us?” (surprise, surprise, he never got the chance to tell them about the misunderstanding)

- you just shrugged because really how bad could this be? “i felt bad at how much they were teasing you, so we could keep up the fake boyfriend/girlfriend thing for the week. it shouldn’t be too bad. plus it’ll save you the embarrassment of having to tell your friends that you didn’t actually get a girlfriend.”

- you guys did pretty good for the week of the training camp

- you’d cheer him on in secret if he got a spike or a block during a practice game while simultaneously still watching shinzen’s game

- you two walked around the halls when bokuto was watching just to keep up pretenses

- you learned that he’s a major nerd during these walks, which you found really endearing

- on the last day of camp, he tried to throw pieces of broccoli in your mouth (he didn’t stop until he finally got it in after his 9th try)

- you guys initially planned to “break up” after the camp was over

- but here comes bokuto again

- “hey y/n! kuroo, akaashi, and i were gonna go out for karaoke tomorrow if you wanna join.”

- you grew to like bokuto too so you said you’d come

- it was actually a really fun night

- you and kuroo sang a duet together

- he also stole some of your ramen

- you took a video of bokuto as he serenaded akaashi

- when you guys are leaving to go home, bokuto goes “you two are so cute. y/n do me a favor and don’t break up with kuroo until after the qualifiers would you? i wanna play him at his full game.” (again. seriously, he basically is the greatest accidental wingman ever)

- “we can’t break his heart, can we?”

- “no, we can’t.”

- and so your fake relationship starts

- you don’t get to visit each other often because you don’t live in the same vicinity, but you guys text often (it’s a friend thing, you both swear to yourselves)

- on weekends when kuroo’s not spending time with kenma, he’ll ask you to meet him at a park or a cafe (you two always send selfies to bokuto during every date)

- dates with him are always really fun because he’s spontaneous and also very active so sometimes he’ll take you by the hand and just drag you places

- he is not afraid to smear different colors of ice cream on your nose and call you some obscure name from some really old movie that he may have watched that week

- he also makes you push him on the swings

- the little kids get mad because what is this rooster man doing taking up a swing when he’s so old

- you laugh at him when the kids eventually come up to him and ask if they can use the swing

- dates will usually last the whole day because you’re both fine with just walking around and randomly finding stuff to do

- with all that time spent talking, you two also get to know each other really well

- like basically your life stories

- it took him a while to open up and at first he insists that you tell your story first, but after a while you notice how he starts letting little things about his life slip here and there until he starts telling you bigger portions

- you also get really close with kenma

- not close close the way him and kuroo are, but kenma would probably see you as his second closest friend

- that’s why sometimes kenma tags along with you guys (it doesn’t feel like third wheeling or anything because both you and kuroo enjoy kenma’s presence as much as each other’s)

- eventually, once you two got the hang of it, you’re like the couple that everyone likes

- because you’re both pretty funny and overall just have nice vibes

- his team starts to call you mom and dad as a joke because sometimes when shinzen doesn’t have practice, you’ll stop by at nekoma at the end of practice just to say hi

- they’re not wrong about the mom and dad thing though (it’s a really cute dynamic though i swear)

- your team used to not like him at first because they were protective of you, but eventually they reluctantly warmed up to him

- they threatened to demolish him if he hurt you though

- LMAO ANYWAYS .. MOVING ON

- you guys have lots of study dates too!!

- since you’re both busy because of volleyball related things, a lot of your schedule lines up with each other (this also means that kuroo knows when you haven’t had time to study)

- you’ll be sitting on his bed on your stomach with your legs draped across his thighs as you read your textbook and he’ll be sitting against his bed frame reading one of his assigned readings (i also like to think that kuroo has glasses for these readings that only you and kenma have seen)

- sometimes, when you finish studying before he finishes, you’ll come up behind him and just start to play with his hair

- his hair is actually really soft despite looking like a bird built its nest in it

- you also have two of his jackets that are just lying around your house

- he likes when you wear them because he thinks you look so cute (he doesn’t tell you that though)

- after a while, it’s like both of you have forgotten that this was all a ruse just so bokuto wouldn’t get heartbroken after you two break up

- at this point, kuroo has learned all your quirks, habits, and has also memorized your schedule

- like … he doesn’t realize that he’s fallen for you until someone points it out

- he realizes he’s fallen for you on the day that shinzen loses in the tournament (this would be your last match)

- now nekoma just played a game, but kuroo’s first instinct is to check whether or not shinzen won (he’s been doing this for every game in the tournament)

- when he sees that you lost, he knows that you’ll be sad and in need of a pick me up

- as kenma and him are packing up, he says, “shinzen lost today. i probably can’t make it to your house tonight. y/n will probably want to go out with her team for a bit, but she’ll probably crash at my place. do you think i should make her a strawberry cake? or maybe she’ll want onigiri? no, she’ll probably want the cake. she always gets the little smile with her one dimple whenever she eats my strawberry cake. makes me proud.”

- kenma’s just looking at kuroo with arched eyebrows because HIS BEST FRIEND IS WHIPPED

- kuroo doesn’t get why kenma’s looking at him like that because he thinks about things like that all the time. “what??”

- oh kenma knows your relationship is fake

- so he just looks at kuroo and says, “try to refrain getting down on one knee today. i doubt you have a ring, and i’ll bet that y/n will want a confession of you being hopelessly, madly in love with her before you propose by the way.”

- kuroo kind of freezes and blinks at him.

- “wh … what?”

- “kuro, do i really need to spell out for you that you’re totally smitten with her? you have been for a while now.”

- “have not.”

- “yes, you have.”

- “have not.”

- “yes, you have.”

- “have not.”

- “yes, you have.”

- at this point, kuroo knows that kenma’s onto something, but kuroo doesn’t wanna jump to conclusions until he sees you again

- when you knock on his door and run straight into his arms that night, he knows kenma’s right

- like you’re balling into his chest and he gets that feeling that he wants to hold you forever and never let go

- and he knows. he knows.

- after you start to calm down, he offers you the cake that he made just for you

- he swears that he feels ten times lighter after he sees that exact smile with the exact dimple on your face

- now kuroo may be loud, and rambunctious at times, but when he loves, it’s quiet, simple, but not any less there

- as you finish eating the cake, kuroo notices that there’s a few pink crumbs on your lips

- and he kisses you

- like a “slow, hand on the cheek, nose touching after he pulls away” kind of kiss

- “i made a realization today. kenma told me to hold back on proposing, so i’ll go with confessing instead.”

- you’re looking up at him with your heart beating hard in your chest

- “i think you might’ve made me fall in love with you.”

sorry if there are any mistakes lmao i tried catching all of them but ... 6k words ...... yanno. .....

#oikawa x reader #oikawa headcanons #oikawa fluff #atsumu x reader #atsumu headcanons #atsumu fluff #kuroo x reader #kuroo headcanons #kuroo fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff

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nataliedanovelist · 3 years

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GF - Timestuck AU: The Power of Mabel ch.7 (finale)

While fighting over a time machine so one twin can win a pig or the other can win the heart of a girl, Mabel is left stranded in a snowy forest with no time machine and no brother. Oops.

ch.6

AO3 link

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Ford sat on the kitchen floor with his back against the cupboards, clinging to his knees, his glasses still in hand. His throat was sore and his eyes hurt and his nose was runny and his heart was raw and broken, and yet he wasn’t done crying. Though he was done sobbing and occasionally crying so hard he thought he would throw up, free-flowing tears still streamed down his face as he hid the bottom-half of his head in his beefy arms.

“What do we do now?” He moaned.

Stan looked at the know-it-all who didn’t have a clue. He sighed and moved to sit next to him, his back against the cupboard and his knees up by his chest as he combed his mullet. “I dunno… Sit here and die?”

Ford hiccuped a cruel laugh and buried his face in his arms fully. “I wish I could.”

Stan snorted. “What’s that saying? The good die young?”

Ford groaned and started to sob again.

Stan rubbed his back, his head against the cupboard and he looked up at the ceiling. “O-Okay, okay… Let’s think about this. So we never made up, or something else really bad happened between us, and that’s the timeline Mabel was from, right?”

“Right.” Ford gruffed, lifting his head up and rubbing his eyes dry.

“So, since that didn’t happen, or it happened differently… B-But that doesn’t mean she’s… She’ll still exist in our timeline, won’t she? She’s gonna be okay?” He asked the scientist, digging for some kind of hope.

Ford sighed and rested his cleft chin on his arms. “As long as what happened didn’t interfere with Alex’s life too much… Which I don’t know how it could… Mabel and Dipper should still be born in 1999. There’s a small possibility they’ll be different than what they once were, or because of some unseen butterfly effect, their birth might be different or might not happen at all… But…”

The eldest by fifteen minutes slipped his glasses back on, stood, and said stubbornly, “I’m going to do what I can to ensure it is a better future than what the kids had. Our entire family was broken because of what we did and didn’t do. Clearly either one of us went insane or died or something horrible, and I won’t allow that to happen.”

“I don’t think we gotta worry too much about that happening.” Stan said from down on the floor. “I mean, if Mabel changed things so much that an entire reality changed, then we don’t really gotta do much except not screw this up.”

Ford laughed and held out a hand to his twin, who gladly clasped it and stood. “You’re right.”

But the men were disheartened to finally notice the mess in the kitchen. Mabel’s cake batter sat on the flour-dusted counter, the oven was hot and ready for baking, and the muffin tray was on the floor from where Mabel dropped it. Ford looked down at the sweater he was wearing - the sweater she had knitted for him - and without a word he walked to the living room and saw Mabel’s knitting sitting on the couch where she had left it, a completed red sweater with a golden heart on it.

Ford smiled mournfully and held the sweater as Stan joined him and gasped at the sweater. The big brother held it out to the little brother and croaked, “We’ll see her again.”

Stan smiled, cleared his throat, and took off his hoodie and snagged the new sweater to slip it over his old white t-shirt. “Yeah.”

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July 22nd, 1980

Ford held the lantern up to better read the writing in the cave. He peered at it and was intrigued by a description of a being with answers. It would be summoned if he read out-loud, and though there were many clear warnings against this, the desperate scientist was extremely tempted.

“Sixer! Let’s move before we get caved in or some shit.” Stan called as he walked up to Ford. “What are you reading, cavemen graffiti?”

“Look, Stanley, there are tales of an all-knowing being with answers. It could help me with my theory…”

“Nope.” Stan grabbed Ford by the collar of his trenchcoat and dragged him away like dragging a child out of a toy store.

“Stanley! Let me go!”

“That shit’s got bad voodoo written all over it! You’ve gotta be inhaling toxic cave gas or something to think summoning a demon is a good idea!”

“We don’t know it’s a demon.”

“Really? Then why does that wall read in old blood ‘Do not summon demon!’?”

“Huh. Well, um…”

“That’s what I thought, now don’t make me pick you up and carry you. Let’s move.” And he lightly shoved Ford forward to lead the walk away from the cave and through the tunnels for sunlight.

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Alex’s wedding was wonderful and a joyous day, but it also made Ford and Stan nervous. They both agreed not to say a word to anyone (as far as Fiddleford knew, Ford had found the girl’s parents and all was over and ended well), and white they were happy to be one step closer to meeting the kids, they were slightly worried that something might be different than Mabel’s timeline.

She never told them her mother’s name. Did Alex marry someone else? Did they marry at the correct time? There was no way of telling, and they both agreed to allow themselves to enjoy the day and maybe drink a little. Or a lot.

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When Shermie called and told them that Alex and Dana were going to have a baby, Ford choked on his coffee and Stan dropped the phone. They silently exchanged looks and were terrified that there was only one baby. But it was seven months before the end of August, so maybe the new parents were choosing to keep everything a surprise. Knowing Alex, that is something he would do, especially if there were twins. A beautiful surprise for his twin uncles.

So they congratulated Shermie and made him swear to call them if anything happened so they could be there. And despite their fear, they were very joyous of becoming grunkles again.

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August 31st, 1999

The entire week leading up to the day, the men were incredibly anxious. The birthday was on 31st, which meant Dipper and Mabel could be born at 1am on the 31st, or 11pm on the 31st. They had no way of knowing, but as long as that damn telephone stayed silent, they weren't leaving the house all weekend. Neither of them slept the night of the 30th, just in case.

Finally, a little after coffee on the 31st, the phone rang. Both Ford and Stan tackled each other and fought for it, but Stan sat on Ford and grabbed it first.

“Stanley, get off me!”

“Stanley, what are you doing to your brother?” Shermie chuckled on the other end.

“Nevermind that, Sherm!” Stan laughed. “What’s going on with you?” He asked casually, though he smiled down at Ford, who smiled back, despite still being sat on in the kitchen.

“Well, you guys know I’m gonna be a grandpa soon…”

“Really? Had no idea.” Stan said sarcastically as he stood up to get off Ford. “So? Is it happening now?!” Ford ran down the hall.

Shermie laughed. “Yup. I just got here myself and Alex and Dana got here about twenty minutes ago.”

“Piedmont Hospital, right?”

“Right.”

“We’ll be there in six hours.”

“It’s an eight hour drive!”

“I said six hours!”

“STANL-” But Stan hung up the phone.

Stan hurried up to his attic bedroom and dressed in his baby-blue Hawaiian shirt and slacks, while also grabbing a suitcase he’s had ready all week, prepared to stay as long as Alex and Dana needed him.

He ran back downstairs with suitcase in hand, with Ford by the door, and they sprinted into the Stanmobile and drove down the road.

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Shermie was waiting for them in the hall, beaming with joy, and his little brothers ran to him for a tackle-hug.

“Good to see you, Grandpa!”

“Congratulations, Shermie!”

“Thank you, thank you!”

“Did we miss it?!” Stan asked. “Has it happened yet?!”

Shermie grinned and nodded. “Yes, everyone is safe and fine.” And he opened the door.

The aged explorers beamed (and no, they weren’t crying) to find Alex holding one baby and Dana holding another baby. The eldest pair of twins high-sixed and cheered and then gently approached the little ones, beaming down at them.

It was like they had been holding their breath for twenty years, and now they could finally breathe.

“What are their names?” Ford asked quietly, seeing how each newborn was sleeping soundly.

“This is Mabel,” Alex introduced, giving the bundle to Stan.

“And this is Mason.” Dana said tiredly, giving her son to Ford to hold.

Stan and Ford were a bit concerned with the name change, but one look at the baby boy relaxed them. Of course a name like Dipper was a nickname.

“Matching names, huh?” Stan asked cheekily, cradling Mabel and looking down at her with shining brown eyes.

“We couldn’t help ourselves.” Alex chuckled.

Ford’s eyes were glued to Mason. While of course he had been dying to see Mabel again, he had also been excited to meet his science-loving nephew. He was so cute and small in his polydactyl hands and Ford knew it would take a lot more strength than what he had to let him go.

The author tore his eyes away to see his twin looking down at Mabel with tears in his eyes, holding her close to his heart and trying really hard to hold it together, but his joy and peace was far stronger than any bad habits that stopped him from showing his emotions. Stan lightly kissed Mabel’s cheek and Ford saw his lips barely move, though he didn’t hear what he said. Which was fine by him. Ford smiled back down at Mason, finally content.

No one heard him say it, thank Moses, but Stan couldn’t help himself. He had whispered to his niece as quiet as a mouse, “I’ve missed you, pumpkin.”

And finally, after all these years, the small hole in the boys’ hearts could be filled.

THE END!

#GF #gravity falls #gravity falls au #timestuck au #fanfiction #stangst #thank you guys SO much for reading!#im sorry i hurt you last chapter #hopefully this makes up for it ^^;#august 31st

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shananigans402 · 3 years

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1-65 will do, please. Thanks fuck face :)

I knew exactly who this was and I was so tempted to not reply, but your punishment is having to read through all my answers and remember them forever or you fail the friend test. To everyone else, please do not click unless you want to be very bored, my answers are not interesting lol

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you? Nope

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you? Assuming 5 is the most, 1. Maybe 2.

3. The person you would never want to meet? The person who sent me this (jk I’m excited for our eventual meet up where we hit up a strip club first thing 🙏)

4. What is your favorite word? I answered with ‘conniption’ the other day and still have not found a word I like more.

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be? Already answered this, fruit tree! I also like palm trees, maple trees, and willow trees. I know that’s not the question, I’m just saying random shit now.

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought? It took me a long while to remember where I was this morning. I honestly don’t remember, I was rushing to get ready for an early morning meeting.

7. What shirt are you wearing? My Orlando Strong shirt

8. What do you label yourself as? Lesbian

9. Bright room or dark room? Bright room

10. What were you doing at midnight last night? Sleeping? Possibly checking on a feverish little beeb who was going through it with her second dose of the vaccine.

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far? No idea. I like various ages for different reasons, but this age so far is not bad.

12. Who told you they loved you last? Probably my sister 🤷‍♀️

13. Your worst enemy? The person who sent this ask.

14. What is your current desktop picture? The apple pic of Catalina island that changes based on time of day (yes it’s the default, don’t judge me)

15. Do you like someone? Lol yeah I hope so 😂

16. The last song you listened to? Pretty Girl by Hayley Kiyoko

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up? Definitely @raginage

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face? I feel like I can only attack Raginage so many times. Can I pick a fictional character? This week I was real mad at Dave in The Darkness. BaBe!

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do? Lol no one, you’re talking to a person who feels very uncomfortable with anyone doing anything nice for them.

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional) Not this again. Last time I said eyes? Still no pics, sorry

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do? What would I look like? Do I get to design myself like a sim? I honestly don’t know what I’d do because I doubt the world needs another clueless white man walking around, so maybe just stay at home.

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it? Nope. And my last answer to this was awful. I do think I have a fantastic ability to annoy my friends but in a way that’s just amusing/endearing enough to make them still want to talk to me 😌

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of? Unique? Uhm well my two big fears are confined spaces and deep water so a submarine is like my worst nightmare.

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal. Oh this is going to sound so odd. To be clear, I’ve had better sandwiches, but my go-to is provolone, turkey, roast beef, and spicy brown mustard or whole grain mustard. Please don’t judge me.

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it? Travel budget for future trips to visit my buds and get into trouble and eat food. I know $100 won’t go far, but it’s something.

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go? Well, after my last answer I want to visit my friends! But there are too many people to visit and I only have one ticket. So change of plans. I’m going on a solo trip to Greece. Or Argentina. Or Iceland. Or Bali. Damn, I’m indecisive.

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be? Rabble red blend. Just a solid red wine. Also because @viola-lloyds stole my answer the other day (Juneshine; to be fair I asked her this question but whatever) and I don’t want to copy her.

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? Oh I answered this one, something about respecting others. Yeah, a nice rule like that. Want to establish some healthy communication on this island.

29. What is your favorite expletive? It’s still fuck

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno? But what about my PLANTS. Can they count as loved ones? Probably my laptop, I know that’s lame but like...I have a lot of stuff on here. Or the collection of cards I have that my granddad drew little drawings in, I want to get them all framed.

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? To be honest, I don’t know if I’d change big life events in case it altered the trajectory of where I ended up. So idk maybe the ending of Bly, let’s give those lesbians have a happy ending!

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world! Italy! But wait, let’s get back to this sleeping with celebrities and super-powers bit...

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back? Oh that’s a really tough question. I always wanted to meet my great-grandma Olga because she seemed like a really awesome lady.

34. What was your last dream about? I can’t remember, this is bothering me because I wish I could! I’m sorry. My gf recently had a dream where I kissed a dude right in front of her. It made us both very uncomfy lol

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]? I hate this question because I can only think of one thing.

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital? For surgery, yeah

37. Have you ever built a snowman? But of course!

38. What is the color of your socks? Not wearing any? I was wearing blue ones earlier. Jfc my answers are so boring.

39. What type of music do you like? Lots! I tend to listen to indie, classic rock, and some pop

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? Sunsets!

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor? Chocolate or a variant (chocolate peanut butter, chocolate caramel)

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer) LA Rams or Seattle Seahawks. I know they’re in the same division. It’s tough. (Please don’t ask me why these teams)

43. Do you have any scars? Yep, mostly from burning myself on ovens. I simply get too excited for my food.

44. What do you want to be when you graduate? I...have graduated?

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? Well bestie recently said I have “lesbian hands” and I think that’s code for man hands so maybe that hahaha

46. Are you reliable? I try to be!

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be? How many more times will I watch The Darkness before I learn my lesson? (Related: When does other bestie finally admit to her fetish?)

48. Do you hold grudges? Not typically, no

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create? A dog and an otter? Can we domesticate otters? No, a horse and a large bird, create a pegasus and then free travel.

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had? Oh god. I don’t even know where to start today tbh. Damie and pokemon and cosycon and looming and feet and [redacted] and developing apps for VP. So many fantastic conversations.

In real life, probably the time I was at a laundromat in Italy and this guy wandered in with a beer, sat next to me and my male roommate, assumed we were a couple, and proceeded to give us bizarre life advice. I wish I could remember more of it, but it was so odd.

51. Are you a good liar? Hmm I’m okay at it I think, that is, I can convince people I’m serious when I’m actually joking. But I don’t like actually lying if it’s not just teasing someone.

52. How long could you go without talking? Probably a few days if I had to.

53. What has been you worst haircut/style? The haircut I got before studying abroad! It was too short and I was so sad.

54. Have you ever baked your own cake? For a birthday? No. For fun? Absolutely.

55. Can you do any accents other than your own? Not well, no

56. What do you like on your toast? Butter and/or honey and/or jam

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of? My beautiful depiction of a scene of chapter one of Private Dancer.

58. What would be you dream car? An electric car of some sort. I don’t know enough about cars tbh

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain. Nope but sometimes I’ll play music and dance and maybe softly sing.

60. Do you believe in aliens? Yep! Definitely

61. Do you often read your horoscope? Almost never unless someone sends it to me.

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet? Already answered, A

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons? Dinosaurs! 🦕

64. What do you think about babies? What do I think about them? They’re pretty cool. Just tiny little humans.

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of. I was very nice and let you correct your mistake and submit one after the fact:

In your opinion what is the best thing you can cook, like your speciality? My favorite thing to make is pasta, I started making my own sauce and I’d love to make pasta from scratch sometime.

#read up @raginage #this is what you get #responding to these out of spite took far longer than i thought lol

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oftenderweapons · 4 years

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The Conversations - part 3/3

Characters: Hoseok, Taehyung

Wordcount: 2.2k words

Genre: slice of life, discussion of NSFW topics, conversation

Rating: suggested 18+

Hello readers! I’m back and I bear gifts!

This is the final installment for The Conversations. In this piece Tae and Hobi discuss their relationships with their girlfriend, Lace -- Tae’s gf -- and Giggles -- Hobi’s --, sharing some spicy details and offering each other advice. Since I consider them the “freakiest” among the guys, do expect some TMI.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: so much BDSM I had to read a handbook, impact play and dedicated objects, bondage and restrictions, themes of domination and submission, use of safeword and mentions of subspace. Voyeurism and exhibitionism, adult clubs and dungeons, public sex, masturbation and oral sex. Blindfold, powerplay, roleplay. Mentions of a sextape... :’) (also hints of a possibly angsty Namjoon future fic, I had to.)

Wordcount: 2.2k

And here is my masterlist :)

Enjoy!

“Hey hyung, sorry for last night.” Taehyung said, sitting beside Hoseok at the lunch table in the common room.

“It’s okay, no biggie.” Hoseok already had a bright smile on, warm and honestly unbothered by the event.

“I didn’t knew Giggles was at your’s.” Taehyung opened his lunch, starting to analyse the various boxes and cups.

“Yeah,” Hobi’s ears turned reddish. “It was a surprise for me too.”

“How is it going?” Tae cheered as he found the main course. Beside him Hoseok stirred his noodles.

“It’s great. She’s fantastic. How about Lace?”

“She’s doing great. We’re doing great.” Taehyung looked around a little to see if anyone could possibly overhear. “We experimented with a riding crop. Best decision of my life.”

Hoseok laughed out loud, smashing his free hand enthusiastically against the table. “Glad to know. Giggles prefers the paddle. Or my hands. But yeah, Lace gives crop vibes.”

“She’s a huge freak.” Tae took some kimchi, mixing it with his rice. His mouth still half full, he muttered. “But I guess I am, too.”

“As long as she likes that there’s nothing wrong.” He too took a bite of his own food. “Wanna share?”

“What? No.” Tae filled his mouth some more. “I mean, I have to ask Lace first.”

“I mean the food, you pervert.” Hoseok bent over his dish, “though I guess nor Lace nor Giggles would oppose.”

“God, Lace is such an exhibitionist.” Tae said, motioning to his side dish and inviting Hobi to take what he liked.

Hobi also put his smaller boxes in the middle. “And you’re a voyeur, which works just fine.”

“Match made in heaven. Does Giggles like it too?”

“She likes it enough. But, she’s not that visual. She prefers focusing on other senses.”

“I kinda reckoned.” Taehyung remembered the previous night, when he’d endlessly knocked on Hobi’s apartment door only to have his hyung come to the door half undressed, faux leather pants on, his forehead sweaty. Behind him, Tae could recognise a woman -- well, Giggles -- fully naked, sitting on a chair, wearing nothing but a blindfold. And several feet of rope.

“Freak.” Deadpanned Hoseok.

“What about you, freak?” Tae also stirred his noodles, enjoying the steam coming from them together with the heavy smell of soy sauce and fried peppers.

“Do you want me to say I enjoy having her at my mercy, nothing but a blabbering mess, incapable of getting away or understanding what’s going to happen to her?” Hoseok was overly descriptive on that. “Because yes, I do.”

“So not only blindfolded but also tied up?”

“If she’s not behaving, then yes.” Hoseok suddenly looked stern.

“I bet she doesn’t behave much.”

“At all.” Hoseok smirked. “I think I should change her punishment to something she enjoys less.”

“Lace hates not touching me.” Tae fits a huge meat roll in his mouth.

“Giggles is not bothered, as long as I’m touching her. She needs to feel some sort of an anchor, a safety line, so to say.”

“Well, I’d need one too if I were tied up and in the dark.” His mind wandered back to one of his first times with Lace, when he’d let her cover his eyes with a thick silk scarf tied behind his head, his body at her mercy, as she observed him and touched him without him knowing where she’d land her attack, without his intense gaze following her every movement and making her flustered. She had confessed feeling free, unjudged. Not that he would ever judge her, but he knew that he would feel conscious too if he were the one in the spotlight, were the roles to be reversed. He knew he would feel freer without his lover looking at him, analysing where his attention gravitated. But this happened at the beginning, when they were still learning. Now their most pressing need is watching each other.

“Well. Once it got bad. She got into subspace. Only time she used her safeword. That’s why we don’t use handcuffs anymore.” Hoseok’s face was instantly dull. He still tortured himself for what had happened that one time. The look in Giggle's eyes as he let her wrists free, the angry red marks on her skin showing the indentations of the metal. The way she had seemed so broken, so lost. And the heavy tears falling on his chest as she hid in his form, clinging to him.

"Just once? Me and Lace had to use them a couple times. Both of us. Sometimes she's not in the right mindset and she asks me to stop and cuddle her. Sweetest thing in the universe." His eyes turn dreamy. "After her taste, obviously."

Hoseok laughs and punches him lightly. "TMI, bro."

"Come on, if Giggles tasted that sweet you would boast too."

"I'd rather keep that honey all to myself."

"Greedy." Taehyung poured himself some cola, watching it fizzle before downing it in one go. "By the way, do you have any good role play suggestion? I'm thinking of surprising her during the weekend but I'm so tired I can barely think."

"Strangers at the hotel. Book a room, meet at the lobby and then go upstairs to fuck like bunnies?" Hobi said it without even thinking.

"Done that."

"It's a classic. Giggles loves it. She fucks me like a slut." He snickered softly, nothing but dark mischief in his voice, but also undying fondness for his beloved.

"And that's TMI." Tae quips.

"You asked."

"Yeah, fair."

"Maid and master. Or butler and madame. You pick." Hobi drank some Sprite directly from the bottle.

"Cliché." Taehyung tutted and proceeded with his meal. “I don’t know. Not really.”

"Artist and muse? I don't know man, you're super picky." It came out with his typically whiny intonation, his tone a rollercoaster as he got deeper into thought.

Taehyung stayed quiet for a few minutes, mulling over the possibility. “Could do.”

The other man slurped in his noodles, finishing them and sipping the soup. “So, roleplay, uh?”

“It makes me feel freer. Like I’m not V from BTS. Like I’m just a boy who loves his girl.”

Hobi nodded. “You don’t know the incredible amount of places I wish I could fuck Giggles.”

Tae clapped his hands and laughed. “Like that one time at the restaurant. Damn, you disappeared for half an hour.”

Hoseok stood up to discard his container, then sat down again. In the meantime he reminisced. How Giggles had smiled mysteriously at him, holding his hand and carefully taking him away from the main scene, into a corridor and then to the restroom. He remembered how she’d palmed him heavily, how he’d cum in her mouth after five minutes of her devoted ministrations. He remembered how Giggles had fingered herself as she was sucking him, waiting for him to be done so he would crouch down, bunch up her skirt and eat her out until her eyes crossed and her legs quivered, lost in ecstasy.

“Sometimes I wished I could just get lost somewhere like in an alley or drive off in the countryside and get it all loose.” Hoseok huffed quietly as he cleaned after his meal, grabbing an half empty tube of ice cream and setting it on the table, again sitting beside Tae. “Make her take off her panties while we’re out for dinner. Do her against the mirror in the elevator.”

“The one back at the dorms...” Tae arched an eyebrow, nodding knowingly.

“Yeah. Or like… Go to a club and just finger her on the dancefloor. Or in a dark nook.” His eyes crinkled shut.

“I get it. People knowing you sucks sometimes. Lace and I wanted to go to one of those... dungeons? Or maybe like an adult club. One of those places where you can perform in front of a crowd. Try some real exhibitionism. And some serious bondage.” Taehyung finished his own meal, discarding the finished cups and plates and grabbing a spoon to share the ice cream.

“Like, shibari?” Hobi asked, making eye contact with his friend.

“Yeah, why not.” Tae shrugged. “Lace would be interested. We’ve done mild things before and she enjoyed, but those are things you need to learn with an expert and just thinking of all the things that could go wrong makes me shiver.” He took a big mouthful of ice cream, almost freezing his brain in the process.

“I took an online course. Kinda fun.” Hoseok smiled and turned a bit shy. “Giggles was ecstatic. We learned some extra knots together, from a book our teacher recommended. She’s a keen student. Very dedicated.” He exploded in bubbly laughter.

“Would you let her tie you up?” Tea asked.

“I don’t know if she wants to, but I would let her.” Hobi blushed. “I wouldn’t mind. She’s talented. And disciplined. Very careful and diligent. I know I would be in good hands. What about you?”

“I’ve already let Lace tie me up.” Taehyung was absolutely confident, his voice neutral. “I enjoy letting her manhandle me every now and then.” He shrugged again, blowing his cheeks and rubbing at his chin. “She can do that. Honestly, she did take some lessons and taught me a few things. We explore a lot together.” At this, his eyes moved to the floor, a bit flustered. Lace knew his body like no one else in the world. He had spent years living in it and getting to know it, but his girlfriend had put body and soul into exploring him, memorising every small tell, every little quirk and sweet spot. Lace had unravelled him in a couple weeks, studying his anatomy with a maniacal precision. And when he allowed her to take control of him, her knowledge showed. Her fingers could draw endless pleasure, keeping him on his toes for hours and then making him explode like fireworks. But the most important thing was the way she had learned to soothe him, to care after him, her affection like balm to his bitter moods and darkest nights.

“Glad for you.” Hoseok gave him a pat on the shoulder, drawing him in for a hug.

Taehyung was getting ready to leave. “I got to talk to Namjoon. He’s giving me feedback on some lines in English. By the way, have you heard of him and Vixen?”

“What?”

“Had a fight. He’s hell-bent on making it up to her.” Tae scrunched his nose. “Guk sorta walked in on them in the studio the other day. I don’t know if they made up.”

Hoseok pouted. “Joon temper’s sucks. Boy got some pent up pressure and he’s gonna blow a fuse someday or other. Plus Vixen’s no saint.”

“She holds him accountable for his bullshit. Takes good care of him. Plus, man, she’s a keeper.”

“Truly.” Hobi thought back to the sparks between her and Namjoon everytime they’re together. If that wasn’t love, then he didn’t know what it could ever be. Probably it was the way Giggles searched for his hand when she was afraid, the way she always looked at him when she found something funny, or that small breath she held every time he said her name. Or even the way he needed to bury his nose in her neck when he needed to rest. How he always put his hand on the small of her back when he needed her at his side, when he looked for support and protection.

Taehyung already had his hand on the handle of the kitchen’s door when Hoseok stopped him. “How do you store your… stuff, with Lace?”

“You mean what? Toys? Porn? Pics?”

The older huffed. God, he’s really shameless. “Your vids?”

Taehyung’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh. That stuff. I assume you’re not hiding it from her?”

“I was thinking of shooting something. I need safe storage.” Hoseok rubbed at his forehead, crossing his arms.

“Avoid phones. Worst thing. Get yourself a good camera and a decent memory card. Like 72GB. Keep all the stuff in the memory card or pen drive. Lace and I have it in our bedside table. Never keep stuff on the phone or in cloud.” He pointed a finger towards Hoseok for emphasis. “I would recommend an action camera, which is practical like a phone but safer. But if you do use a phone, no connection, no wifi, nothing. Just a phone used like a good ol' camera. Move all the stuff away as soon as you’re done.”

“Yeah, that was sort of a given..” Hobi nodded. “So, a camera? Suggestions?”

“Depends? Handheld or tripod?” Taehyung asked, checking his phone.

“You know me. Hands on my girl, and I like shifting a lot.”

“Tripod. Definitely. I’ll send you some links for reference tonight. Enjoy.”

#bangtan sonyeondan #bts smut #bts scenario #bts imagine #bts reaction #bts headcanon #kim taehyung #jung hoseok #hoseok imagine #hobi imagine #hoseok reaction #hobi reaction #taehyung imagine #taehyung reaction #hoseok one shot #taehyung one shot #bts conversation

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gnostic-heretic · 4 years

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Hi! I'd love for you to respond to this, but ONLY if you're comfortable! I'm planning on writing a hetalia fanfic with a trans character. I researched a bit, but I feel that my fic could be read as problematic: my trans character (MTF) is introduced as her assigned gender with a different name, only to be uncovered later. She dates pre transition, but get back together. Is this realistic? You've written fic w/ trans characters before, so can you give any tips of advice? Thank you for reading!

hey dear, thank you for reaching out! i’m more than comfortable giving advice but remember that i’m just one trans person, so this does not represent a consensus- i encourage you to reach out to a trans friend to do a sensitivity reading, if you and your friend are comfortable with that!

i say this because a lot of people would say this scenario of portraying someone pre- and post-transition is a no-no, but i think it’s doable (i’ve done it myself!) if approached in a sensible way.

and yes i do think it’s possible for a character to date someone, break up for unrelated reasons, transition and then meet that person again and fall in love again. it’s a sweet idea! it’d be lovely to see your character grow and be more content and confident and finally *herself*, and find love as herself :) plus at least in my experience, a lot of cis partners of trans people do a lot of serious questioning and self exploration when their partner comes out so it can be interesting from the other character’s perspective as well. i’ve seen for example many gfs/wives of trans women realize they’re wlw when they previously never questioned their sexuality. so it can be an interesting journey for both characters to go on and for you as a writer to explore!

my first bit of advice is to read read and read. read what trans people have to say on the subject of writing- i know there’s more than one post floating around on tumblr with advice for cis people on how to write a trans character. and read the experiences of trans people, how they talk about their own “egg cracking” (if you don’t know, i’d start by searching what “cracking your egg” means- and hint: it’s not always “i played with dolls as a child”), transition and their own past present or their future plans. and as you read remember that there is no singular standard “trans experience”- transition is not linear, and there’s no such thing as a transition that is “complete” or “incomplete”. some trans people feel really intense dysphoria, others don’t and are mostly fine with the body they have. some trans people want to start hrt asap and to have every medical procedure available, for others, coming out is enough, in many cases they might want to have surgeries, but hormones are the only thing that’s accessible because of the cost of surgeries and long waiting lists.

keep in mind that everyone experiences gender in their own unique way, so a trans female character doesn’t have to be hyper feminine, and a trans male character doesn’t have to be super masculine to be “good representation”.

also i’d say to read up on harmful tropes to avoid as well, i’m gonna tell you some just off the top of my head and offer advice on how to handle tricky subjects - portraying trans people especially trans women as violent or predatory/creepy is a big NO (i know this might be obvious to you, but this is also for everyone else reading this out there). there’s nothing wrong with writing negative or morally grey characters but this is a damaging and dehumanizing trope with a long history of being used as propaganda against us.

- on the same note i’d say to avoid portraying your character as easily offended, overly sensitive, quick to anger etc etc. another (more modern) trope used to mock and ultimately harm trans people is to paint us as “special snowflakes”

--> a good thing to remember is that anger can be portrayed as righteous, as it is in this situation, and assertive so that would be a good place to start if you have to write about the character being rightfully angry and sad, upset at discrimination she might experience.

- avoid the dramatic scene in which a character is found out to be trans by undressing them and “revealing” something about their body. also tied to transphobic ideas (trans people “trick” people into thinking they are their gender) and to trans panic defense that legitimizes the murder of trans people.

--> a good way to reveal that your character is trans is... simply to make her come out. have a talk! there’s so many possibilities from it being heavy and awkward, to light hearted and heartwarming :)

- this one is a more complicated thing to handle, because i know some will disagree with me on it... but i’d advise you to steer away or ask for a second opinion/sensitivity reader if you’re gonna write The Sad Mirror Scene TM in which a trans person gazes at their own body in the mirror (or even without the mirror tbh) and points out everything that is “male/female” about it. personally i think it’s bad but in a more subtle way... the focus on our bodies and everything that is considered “wrong” with it can have creepy or outright transphobic implications. also it’s way overdone js

--> instead of the long gazing scene i’d mention those things in passing and incorporate them into her daily life, because it is something we live with every day and not just in all-at-once intense dysphoria sessions: maybe she has broad shoulders, so she wears a cute blouse with a lot of ruffles to conceal that a bit; or maybe she’s out and about, on the way to her laser hair removal appointment, and feels awkward about having a bit of shadow (so she treats herself to buying a new concealer on the way home);

--> also don’t forget about small moments of gender euphoria and trans joy!!! so maybe she gets a new haircut after growing her hair out for a long time, or takes her estrogen for the first time and cries of happiness, or she tries on her fave bra and notices that her breasts have grown a little bit or they feel sore which is a good sign!. etc etc. these are just examples so don’t sweat it :D but showing the happiness that comes with being trans and not just the sadness of it is really important imo for everyone thinking about writing a trans-centric story

- in general i’d be careful for anything that implies trans people aren’t “really” the gender they are, or that deep down we’ll always be our assigned gender. sometimes it’s not the outright essentialist statements but the more subtle things that can go undetected to cis people, but we see them. stuff like: the character deadnaming/misgendering themselves (so for example, when she comes out, no “remember deadname?”, or, “i used to be a man”) equating genitals with gender (even as a joke), or making the cis experience out to be universal (that feel when pms, am i right ladies? :) <-- this kind of statement even in good intentioned fun can feel exclusionary and should be perceived as such by your character), body shaming or implying certain non-conforming characteristics (ex: a strong jawline, broad shoulders, narrow hips, small breasts on a woman) are inherently “bad” or inherent to trans people only (plenty of cis women have all of those above listed things).

--> i know that dysphoria can make these last things appear to be inherently negative to the person, but you might counterbalance this by making her confident about other aspects of her personality, and making your other characters compliment her and paint her insecurities in a new light. for example she might feel self conscious about her height, but maybe her love interest loves her beautiful, long legs; or maybe more simply unrelated to anything she’s insecure about, she’s smart and hard working, she’s a science genius, she’s the best of her judo class and could kick your ass, she has really nice hair, or really striking eyes, or a very pretty color of very chipped nail polish. details are the key!!! and remember that value and beauty are subjective!!!!

and last but most important of all... please write your character as HUMAN!! we trans people are just regular people, like anyone else in the world. we aren’t just defined by transness, we have lives and passions and talents and our own problems completely unrelated to being trans. so please keep that in mind while writing your gal! and don’t let everything i’ve typed above intimidate you, most of it is obvious stuff and i’m sure you’ll be fine! good luck with your story!

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loove-persevering · 5 years

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You Don’t Miss Her (Shawn Mendes Imagine)

Description: (Request!) Shawn and reader weren’t the closest of friends but when Shawn finds out his gf has been cheating on him, reader is the one that’s there for him. It’s been a long time and now reader and Shawn are together. what happens when they happen to bump into Shawn’s ex? Angst (for the reader) but fluff please!

It wasn’t how you expected to spend your Friday night, you were unlocking the door to your apartment when Shawn your neighbor came up and he looked really distressed like he had been crying. ‘’Are you okay?’’ You ask him.

He looks over at you a little shocked, you hadn’t ever really spoken to him before it was more of your mail getting mixed up at the most. ‘’Yeah,’’ He says glancing over at you before turning back to the door walking inside and slamming it shut, you flinch slightly hearing how loud it was. You look at the door for a few seconds before walking inside your apartment, throughout the night you heard the loud music coming from the other side of your bedroom wall, you weren’t trying to sleep or anything it was just that loud.

You walk into the kitchen and notice the box of cookies you had made earlier was still sitting there, you decide it couldn’t hurt and you pick it up walking next door. You try and knock loudly so he can hear you over the music, but that seemed impossible. You kept going wanting to make sure he knew who they were from and eventually you hear the music go down and then he swings the door open and was now standing in front of you.

‘‘These are for you,’‘ You say handing him the container, he looks down and takes it a little hesitantly and then back up to you, ‘‘You seem like you need them more than me right now,’‘ You laugh. ‘‘Mind to keep the music down though?’‘ You ask him and he gulps nodding his head slowly. You give him a gracious smile before turning back walking next door before you fully enter though you hear him call out to you.

‘‘Do you want to come in and have one with me?’‘ He asks, he didn’t sound suggestive like he was inviting you to bed he just genuinely seemed like he wanted your company. You agreed and walk back into his apartment, it was set up the same as yours with a few differences.

You sat down with him and at first it was really awkward but eventually he began to open up, ‘’I’m sorry I was rude earlier in the hall,’’ He says taking a bite of one of the cookies, ‘’You made these?’’ He asks.

‘’Yeah, this morning! And don’t worry about it,’’ You say to him.

‘‘My girlfriend cheated on me,’‘ He says letting out a laugh of disbelief. ‘‘Sorry I know we just met but I feel more comfortable telling someone I barely know than talking to any of my friends right now,’‘ He says.

‘‘I get that,’‘ You say taking a drink of the milk he poured for you. ‘’How long were you together?’’ You ask him.

‘‘A year and a half, I know it sounds crazy but I really thought she was the one you know?’‘ He asks looking up at you and you nod giving him a sympathetic look, ‘‘We just clicked instantly and I would’ve bet you we would’ve ended up together,’‘ He says letting out a bitter laugh, ‘‘Look how that turned out.’‘ He says leaning back into his chair.

‘‘I don’t know you very well,’‘ You start off, ‘’But there are a million different people out there, and I know that sounds lame and cliche but it’s true. You get so use to this circle of people your around and you forget there’s a whole world out there filled with even more people.’‘ You say. You had always thought about that, when you’re in a relationship a serious one all you see is a future with that person, but when it ends and your still hung up on them you seemingly forget there are millions of people out there in the world. ‘’I know it just happened but just think about that while you’re going through this you know?’’ You ask him. He watches you with an intense gaze and you smile at him making your way up from the chair, ‘’I should go, I have work in the morning,’’ You say to him.

He walks you to the door and you turn around once you make it into the hallway, ‘’It was nice to officially meet you,’’ You say to him beginning to walk toward your apartment.

‘‘Wait!’‘ He asks and you turn around, ‘‘Could we do this again?’‘ He asks you. You nod yes at him and smile and you see one on his face as well, you then turn back around and make your way back home.

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It’s now a few months later, and those short talks turned into long talks. They slowly began to transition from talking about his ex to talking about yourselves, Shawn got to know a lot of you in only a few short months and now he seemed to be a constant factor in it. You take the key to his apartment that he gave you walking in, it was pretty early in the morning but you were suppose to go to the mall to find an outfit for your interview at a chance of a job promotion.

‘’Hi,’’ You say walking into his bedroom, he was getting dressed, ‘’Wow, good timing,’’ You say giving him a cheeky smile as he pull the shirt over his head, ‘’Damn, I take it back.’’ You say laughing. He walks over to you wrapping his arms around you and leaning in and kisses you deeply for a few seconds.

‘’Hey,’’ He says simply. ‘’Ready to go?’’ He asks and you nod smiling at him.

Thirty minutes later you were in Top Shop looking around for some business casual clothes, ‘’What do you think of this?’’ You ask him holding up a pair o beige with black polka dot pants, ‘’With like that one top I wore on our first date, the long black shirt?’’

‘’I think that would look good, it’s not too formal and it’s different. It’ll make you stand out I think,’’ He says.

‘‘Wow, you’re good at this,’‘ You say smiling walking over to him getting up on your tip toes and kissing him lingeringly, ‘‘I’m gonna go see if they have a different pair in my size this has a stain,’‘ You say and he nods. You walk away finding a worked and she goes to get you a new pair, when you walk back you see Shawn standing with a girl talking to her. He looked uncomfortable, ‘‘Hey,’‘ You say softly feeling bad for interrupting.

‘‘Hi,’‘ The girl says turning to you a odd smile on her face as she glances back to Shawn, ‘‘Shawn?’‘

He looks from her to you with a sympathetic smile, ‘’Y/N this is Stella, Stella, Y/N.’’ He says, he sounded really off like he didn’t want to introduce you to. You recognized the name after a few seconds, Stella was the ex that cheated on him.

‘’Nice to meet you,’’ She says. ‘’Shawn and me use to date back in the day, right Shawn?’’ She asks looking at him, you finally take your gaze away from her and look to Shawn who was already looking at you.

‘‘Yeah, Stella but that was a long time ago,’‘ He says looking at her annoyed.

‘‘Seven month’s isn’t that long, especially when we dated for a year and a half,’‘ She says reaching out putting her hand on his arm.

‘’Didn’t you cheat on him?’’ You blurt out. Shawn’s head immediately turns to you shocked as well as Stella who just looks annoyed. ‘’I think that automatically lessens your intimidation against me,’’ You say smugly. Shawn looks at you completely shocked, ‘’We should go,’’ You say finally breaking eye contact with Stella and looking to Shawn, you grab his hand pulling him along with you.

You don’t even bother buying the pants you just sit them down and walk out of the store, ‘’Y/N! What was that!’’ Shawn asks when you finally make it out of the door.

You turn around slightly hurt at how mad he sounded, ‘’Really?’’ You ask him and he looks at you confused, ‘’She walks up and all of a sudden you don’t know how to say fuck off? You practically let her walk all over me Shawn,’’ You say to him.

‘’No I-’’ He begins but you cut him off.

‘‘Was I like a rebound or something? Like were you just waiting for her to come back or?’‘ You say hearing the hurt that laced your voice and Shawn looks at you his face scrunching up in disgust.

‘‘You really think that Y/N?’‘ He asks.

‘‘I mean you moved on pretty quickly from her,’‘ You say to him crossing your arms.

‘‘You’re annoying,’‘ Shawn says walking away from you, you follow him from behind realizing he was your ride. Once you finally made it to the car you get in slamming the door he does as well. ‘‘I was never waiting for her to come back Y/N, I don’t care about her anymore.’’ He says not bothering to start the car.

‘‘Then why did you get all quiet?’‘ You ask him.

‘‘Because, that’s an awkward situation Y/N. Anyone would feel awkward if they were in that situation.’‘ He says. It was true you’d feel awkward too, but he still should’ve stuck up for you more.

‘‘Yeah, but she was sitting there talking about how long you dated, right in front of me and you didn’t say one thing Shawn.’‘ You say and he finally looks over at you, ‘‘I know that was awkward I do but I’m your girlfriend and if someone is talking bad about me practically right in front of the both of us I want you to stick up for me,’‘ You say to him.

He looks over at you a small smile breaking out on his face, you look at him confused. ‘’I think you stuck up for yourself pretty well,’’ He says letting out a laugh that causes you to smile as well. ‘’She was so shocked,’’ He says.

‘’So were you!’’ You defend.

He goes quiet for a few seconds after that and then turns to face you, ‘’You’re not like she was, and I told you that first night I thought she was it for me,’’ He says and you felt a slight twist in your stomach remembering he did say those words, ‘’Don’t over think that,’’ He says smiling already knowing you would. ‘’But I was wrong, Y/N. This right here feels right, I know it hasn’t been long but this feels right you and me, it’s different than what I had with her.’’ He explains as you watch him intently, ‘’I don’t have to worry with you.’’ He says and you smile.

‘‘You never have to worry with me,’’ You assure him, he smiles and leans in and pecks you on the lips. With him you didn’t have a worry in the world.

#Shawn mendes imagine #shawn x reader #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes angst #shawn mendes fluff

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szopenhauer · 4 years

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Did the last person you kissed celebrate your last birthday with you? no

Who is the person you would least like to be stuck in a lift with? Why? smelly drunk puking rapist murderer - do I really have to explain? If your parents looked in your inbox and read your messages, would they find out anything you didn’t want them to know? my sexts Have you cried at all during the past week? ... When was the last time you felt disappointed? What was the reason? now, no comment Who was the last person you had an argument with? how would you feel if that person never spoke to you again? both good and bad

Do you like forks with three metal pokers, or four? I don’t care Would you ever wear a hat with cat ears on it? I already do

Have you ever eating raw sugar by itself? when I was a kid I was stealing it from my grandma’s sugar-bowl Do you paint your left or right hand fingernails first? I don’t recall but probably left as I’m righty What about for your feet? not that I paint them but whatever What’s the scariest thing you’ve ever done? hmm... Do you think fish are cute? some can be If you found an ant on your food, would you still eat it? doubt it How much do you weigh? 42 kg now

What was the shortest amount of time you’ve known someone before you’ve dated them? but dates or relationship?

Do you have any theatrical experience? If so, what have you done? just school

Don’t you hate it when people talk about their relationships constantly? every subject you talk about constantly is getting on my nerves tbh

Is there anything you need to say to anyone? I don’t know how/what/if I should/want to

If you could have anyone to do your eulogy, who would it be and why? my dad

If given the choice, would you rather go to Subway or a Chinese restaurant? Subway

Do your neighbors annoy you in any way? many ways

Whose car were you in last? I was in a taxi

How late did you stay up last night? I barely slept at all because of cannula/venflon and feeling like I’m choking, also noise and anxiety

What were you doing at 12:30 this afternoon? coming home

Who did you last see in person? mom

When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you? today (my father)

What is on your wrists right now? finally nothing and that feels weird, I constantly want to fix my ID wristband but it’s not there anymore

Where did you get the shirt you’re wearing? second hand - it has an elephant and Perfectly imperfect written on it

Do you like clowns? very

Are you listening to anything at the moment? I am

Do you twitch when your falling asleep? it happens at times but only rarely

Are your dishes in the dishwasher clean or dirty? we don’t own a dishwasher

Are you at home or with friends more often? home and I like it that way

Would you date someone 15 years older than you? noooo

Do you own a strapless bra? nah

How are you feeling at this exact moment? it’s complicated

Are you someone who worries too often? absolutely

Do you ever wonder how other people see you? obvi

What is one good thing you’re known for? How about one bad thing? don’t ask me

Are you taller than most? lmfao

Are you the type of person who likes to be out or home? take a guess...

Has anyone ever said i love you to you and not meant it? it seems

Do you regret going out with the last person you did? going out as dating or just spending time with somebody outside?

When was the last time you showered? few days ago because I couldn’t move my arm :(

Who did you last talk to in person? my mother

Do you ever have days where you just don’t do anything? yeah

Have you ever been extremely tired but refused to go to sleep? hahaha

What’s the longest amount of time you’ve been stuck in traffic? not sure

What area of math are you best at? Worst? dunno

How do you feel when you meet someone with the same music taste as you? only Dorota had similar taste in music to mine not counting my current gf’s love towards 80s songs that we share

How often do you “half-ass” things (put little effort in)? often?

Do you ever feel self-conscious when you eat around other people? yes

Has a teacher ever made you hate yourself/your work? sure

What’s something that makes you incredibly nervous? everything?...

If you don’t have glasses, how would you feel if you had to get them? mixed feelings

If you do have glasses, how would you feel if you didn’t need them anymore? -

Have you ever considered going to art school? I have considered and am slightly regretting that I didn’t

How quickly can you write an essay? depends

Favorite episode of Spongebob? it’s not my fav but I remember the one where Spongebob painted the room most (why tho?)

Do you have any silly/odd emotional connections to anything/anyone? would say so

Do you play with your phone in awkward situations? I might

Do u own a rolling pin?: u don’t? :o

What’s your ideal indoor temperature?: never checked

Does your kitchen have a theme?: ... apparently poop is the theme

Are u a pack rat?: mhm

What’s the grossest thing u have found in your food?: bug, hair, piece of plastic...

Do u like ice cream sandwiches?: why not

Ever worn a flower in your hair?: for a moment

What surgeries have u had?: none

What health problems do u have?: what health problems I don’t have?...

Do u like to sleep in?: yasss

Don’t ya just hate foot cramps? who likes those?

Would you say you have an infectious laugh? not really Shouldn’t you be doing something else right now? omg thx for a reminder :o What is something you worry about often? every single thing Do you walk fast or slow? compared to?... Would you consider yourself healthy? Both mind and body. not at all Does sitting in waiting rooms drive you insane? not as much as majority of people, I can wait for a long time when I see the point and don’t feel the worst, I don’t need much entertainment to not get bored What form of public transport do you use most often? bus Would you consider yourself an adrenaline junkie? the opposite Have you ever been arrested? If so, why? I’m an angel Do you ever put sticky notes around the place to remind yourself of things? I have shitload of notes but they’re not sticky Would you eat a spider for $50? hell no Would you rather be a kangaroo or a koala? koala Are you easy to talk to? am I? Can you juggle with more than two items? I can’t juggle with one item pfft At airports do you ever worry your luggage won’t arrive? scary but luckily I don’t travel by plane What other windows have you currently got opened? fb, youtube, tumblr drafts, google translator and google searching Who else is in the same building as you? my parents Would you like a penny farthing bicycle? maybe Would you ever consider visiting Ireland? what for? Would you like to visit Venice? no thx Did you ever eat leaves when you were a kid? my sister did Do you have any flags in your house? we occasionally put polish flag on balcony Are there any ‘keep off the grass’ signs where you live? just don’t throw trash on the ground on cemetery Have you ever walked on the grass with such a sign? that’s rude unless you really didn’t notice or had no choice Are you double-jointed? could say so At school which area of science did you prefer: biology/chemistry/physics? definitely not physics Which did you prefer between geography/history? neither Have you ever driven a tractor? didn’t have an opportunity Does the smell of the countryside bother you? animal shit does Do you drink more water or juice? water

Sweater weather or tank top weather? Which do you prefer. I like it hot, I hate winter but I enjoy sweaters Is there a cat in the room you’re in right now? stuffed only Do you enjoy going to the movies? prefer to watch movies at home

Are you an animal lover? I admire from afar How tall are you? according to my doctor I lost 2 cm Is there anything you want to ask anyone right now? God Are you gay, straight, bi, lesbian, asexual, or not sure? asexual/lesbian Are you more negative or more positive? negative Have you made any life altering decisions lately? I’m deciding

Do you have any songs currently stuck in your head? not atm Have you made a CV? several Where is the last place you applied for a job? (If you have) which was the last one... Are you photogenic? I’m ugly

What are you listening to right now? stopped because family member is asleep What are you going to do tomorrow? shopping if anything

Have you ever been judged on something you wore? been bullied

Think QUICK what word begins with c? clown :D

Are you a funny person? I believe Be honest, do you go for looks more or personality? personality is more important but I’m picky

Are you a flirty person? a bit

Are you homophobic? I’m homo myself so...

How would you react if someone said you ruined their life? I know I ruin everybody’s lives

If you’re home alone, do you still close/lock the door when you use the bathroom? I don’t lock ‘em even when I’m not alone

What’s the stupidest song you’ve listened to today? nothing stupid

How is your hair currently styled? it’s dirty and after this survey I will wash my head finally

Do you ever stay up late just to be awake oh well...

Would you ever write a letter to someone you haven’t met yet, like your future spouse? I don’t think so

Would you rather spend the day watching movies or on an intense hike? entire day just one thing?!

Are you stressed about anything? always Have you ever stood on a frozen solid body of water? too dangerous for me Are you one of those people who take like, 50 Facebook quizzes at a time? whoops :x What’s on your bed? it’s so clean/empty that it freaks me out Are you texting anyone? no longer

Did your last beverage contain caffeine? it was just water

Did you get any friend requests on Facebook today? did not

What’s your least favourite song by your favourite artist? for example - one of my fav bands - Queen - I dislike Radio Gaga and We will rock you

What’s your best friend’s middle name? no middle name!

Who was the last person to comment on your Facebook status? my partner

If the person you miss turned up at your door now, how would you react? woah wtf

Where were you THREE hours ago? in here

What are you wearing right now? my leggings with colorful heart pattern

Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? parent

Have you bought any clothing items in the last week? I got two shirts and socks

What day is tomorrow? Friday

Do you remember the first person you ever kissed? we’re together now again

Ever use someone else’s toothbrush? that’s disgusting, don’t!

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melyaliz · 6 years

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Now or Later

anonymous: Jason x reader they've been dating for a while and she's become rlly good friends with Roy who she met via Jason and one day Bart comes from the future and he sees Jason's gf and he's like hey mrs Harper! And Roy Jason and gf all are like wtf does that mean and then Bart is like oh shit after he realised that he's entered the past but of a different time line. He said Mrs Harper bc in his future, Jason didn't come back to life, she met dated and married Roy. Gimme jeason drama jay! Heheheheh

Fandom: DC / Young Justice TV show

Pairing: Jason x Reader X Roy Harper

Notes: Happy Halloween! I love how none of my stories are ever on trend with the season.

All Masterlists @melyalizarchive

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“Good luck kid,” she said as Bart grabbed the power core he needed for his time machine. Her gray and white hair pulled back in a braid half her head shaved showing off her scars proudly. Once beautiful now hardened by the turn on the world. “Go save our world, save my husband,” she said before pulling out her crossbow shooting at the minions who had them almost cornered. Trying to make his an escape root.

“I will,” Bart said nodding before dashing off. Leaving her to fend for herself. He knew she could. He prayed he was right as he ran.

Or maybe she wouldn’t have to if he succeed.

Crash the mode.

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You laughed tossing your hair back as you pulled out your crossbow. A million other weapons strapped to your back but there was something about the sound of a bow that just was so comforting.

“Don’t worry Hot stuff, you covered hot stuff” you said letting another round of arrows loose on the crowd. You had been flirting with your boyfriend Jason and his outlaws this whole mission.

Ok more like flirting with Starfire the whole mission.

“Watch out your girl is going to leave you for Star” Roy laughed as the red head in question ducked letting her adversaries fall from the arrows.

“Many would, given the choice,” you added jumping down high fiving Roy.

“I don’t see why you must leave anyone to be with me” Starfire said knocking out another goon with such grace she made it look like a dance.

“See Jason I don’t have to leave you.”

“Ok haha so funny.” your boyfriend said coming up behind you shooting a goon who was running at you with a huge ax. Who even were these guys? Like, ok Paul Bunyan, who uses an ax anymore?

“I don’t see how you can’t appreciate how hot this is” Roy added summoning the jet as the four of you come together ready to be picked up.

Turning you laughed leaning forward as Jason pulling you into a deep kiss -there may have even been some tongue, “I don’t really share well” he mumbled and Roy made gagging noises next to you.

“Gross. Just get a room you too”

“Aw Roy don’t be jealous, I promise I’ll give you Jason back soon,” you said pulling at Jason’s belt winking up at your boyfriend as the Jet floated overhead dropping down a rope for you. “But, not tonight, tonight I was promised a much overdue date night.”

Date night was amazing, as was the morning after, and the morning after that.

In fact date night turned into date week and probably would have been longer if a certain redhead hadn’t barged in.

“Jesus you two! It’s 3pm. Where are your clothes!?!”

“That’s what you get for barging in Roy!”

“Well, I wasn’t expecting you too to STILL be in bed.”

“It’s a bedroom what else would we be doing in here?”

“Ok, ok, but still…”

“What brings you to our love nest, Roy?”

Roy laughed at your comment, eyes still on the ceiling, “Dick apparently needs us at Young Justice Hall or whatever they are calling it these days”

“Ok”

Roy stood there glancing down at you “Ooookkkk” you said again waiving your arms to shoo him out.

“Alright, alright I’m leaving!”

After he left Jason leaned toward you kissing you on your shoulder, “I love you” he whispered, “Not sure if I mentioned it,” he added tracing a few of your scars that ran across your shoulder, “but you are perfect”

“You may have… just a few times” you whispered kissing him on the lips

He chuckled as you deepen your kiss, his hands wandering across your body

You pulled away “Don’t start or we will never leave...”

Letting out a moan Jason flipping you over so you were straddling him. His arms wrapping around your waist. Kissing your hips, stomach, chest, as you looked down at him trying to muster the will to fight him.

“Ohhh make Dickkie bird wait” he told you between kisses making his way to your lips.

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“How’s your little one doing?” Dick asked Roy as the archer waited for the rest of his team,

“She’s good, oddly good. You would think with her mom she would be a little more of a… handful.”

Bart was only half listening as he waited with Jamie and Tim for the Outlaws to show up. He knew Roy a little in passing but had never met the rest of the team, but he had heard stories. Apparently, they were deadly accurate and still hadn’t come across a mission they couldn’t complete. Perfically in sync. Something they Young Justice needed at the moment.

You walked confidently into the base. Don’t show any weakness. While you didn’t like new things you also knew this was a good change. Much like your team’s name suggested sometimes you guys didn’t always do things… above the books.

As you walked into the base a red-haired boy, you assumed was the speeder from the future, looked up. When he saw you his eyes light up. “Y/N Harper!” Impulse said dashing toward you giving you a hug.

“Fucking what?” Bart pulled away to see Jason standing behind your mouth open,

“Oh… uhhh… Roy said his daughter so… I thought you guys were already married. Who are you?” The last comment was at a very annoyed Jason.

“What is he talking about?” Roy asked coming up next to you. You glanced from Bart to Roy who looked like he had gotten punched in the gut. That was nothing to the look Jason was giving you. His face was white as you knew he was coming to the same conclusion you were.

“I… uhhh, got to go” Bart mumbled dashing off

“Please tell me that isn’t the kid who is from the future,” Jason said his hand taking yours holding it just a little tighter than normal. You winced as you looked from Jason to Roy. The awkwardness thick in the air. Part of you (ok all of you) wished you could dash out like Bart.

Dick sighed rubbing his temples “Yeah, shit you must be that woman he was talking about.”

“What woman?”

It turned out that in the future you took Bart under your wing teaching him. Bart hadn’t said much other than your husband, Roy had died trying to save your kids, a few years before Bart had come to the future.

Also apparently you were a pretty badass.

Halfway through the story that Dick and Jamie pieced together, Jason had left. Next to you Roy hadn’t stopped moving obviously totally conflicted. Maybe as much as you were.

Years Eariler

Jason had called you in for backup. The two of you didn't know each other long. Meeting while both going after the same ring of gangsters you both had decided to work together instead of copeet. And after that you both kept running into each other. Whether intentional or not you would never admit.

But this was the first time he had officially asked for your help.

“I need your… spark.” he had told you as you both lay in his bed. You laughed rolling out from under the sheets grabbing your shirt that had been thrown across the room the night before.

“Anything for you hot stuff.”

So you had been sneaking around the large warehouse setting up your beautiful explosion when you noticed the archer, Arsenal, in a bit of trouble. His back against the wall while trying to take down 7 or 8 guys. Not that he wasn’t doing a good job, but Jason had asked for your help so why not?

Three went down as you shot your crossbow Arsenal taking out two by bashing their heads together as you jumped down knocking out another. One more ran toward you only to shot down, one in the leg one in the arm.

“So you’re Y/N”

“How did you know?” You asked turning to the red-haired archer.

“Ohhh just a hunch” Roy laughed pulling out on arrow shooting a gunman who was behind you. You glanced over your shoulder before turning back to you pulling out your explosive trigger.

“Ready to blow this popsicle stand?” you asked “I loaded up this building with so much CC there will be nothing left but dust.”

“Please tell me you added some fireworks in.”

You laughed “obviously, what other way could you celebrate New Years?”

“Of course you are Jason’s.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Present

“Hey” Roy said taking a seat next to you.

“Hey” you mumbled looking up at him

“What are you thinking about?”

“The first time we met”

Roy smiled running his hand through his messy red hair before putting his hat back on, “Awww the day you met your future husband.”

“Not funny,” you said rolling your eyes, “Why are you taking this so lightly?”

“I mean I’m the one who lucks out in this scenario.” Roy chuckled “I mean even my death sounds pretty epic,” However, his smile faded when noticed you weren’t finding the same humor in this situation. “But in all seriousness, it doesn’t mean much. If Bart is right and Jason was dead in his timeline things… are different now.”

You both lapsed into silence.

“Hey Roy, that time we met and you said you knew I was Jason’s because of a hunch, what did you mean?”

Roy sighed looking down at his boots as he tapped his heels, “Only Jason could find the perfect woman.” he said looking up at you.

“Roy,” you whispered feeling your heartbreak, all those memories of Roy. those glances you had always thought were just your imagination. All those lingering touches, hugs that were just a big tighter. Those smiles and jokes. You had banished those thoughts as you just being a silly girl.

“Look,” Roy said turning to you, “Maybe I have feelings for you but I also love you as a friend too. And Jason, I love Jason like a brother. And I’m not the type to break a great thing. And Jason and you are a great thing.”

“But in another world, we were a great thing.” you whispered doubts creeping in. Maybe you were meant to be with Roy. Maybe you had made a mistake with Jason and it was the faits way of correcting itself. It wasn’t like you hadn’t made mistakes before in your life. Many mistakes. Some had scars to prove it, both inside and out.

Maybe you chose the wrong one.

“Hey that’s not fair, I’m trying to be the bigger person here,” Roy said

“What am I supposed to do?” you said looking at him. Roy shrugged,

“Are you asking me? The king of bad decisions?”

You couldn’t help but crack a smile, you both had that in common. Something the two of you had always joked about. You and Roy would just be in so much trouble if Jason wasn’t always bailing your asses out.

Jason.

Standing up you shoved your hands in your pockets. “I have to go,” you mumbled walking away leaving your future husband (in some timeline) behind you.

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“Y/N, I’m not letting you go”

You looked up from the bag you were packing, off to find answers. I mean this is the world where Gods existed and boys from the future came to save us all from blue aliens who were trying to destroy our planet. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibilities you could find the answers to the questions you were looking for. Maybe on some himalayan mountain or some sandy beach. (You hoped it was the latter)

“Jason, what if this is the universe telling us we aren’t supposed to be together? I mean I don’t want to wreck the timeline.”

“The universe also said I was supposed to be dead and look at me, do I seem dead.”

“I just…”

“Do you have doubts… about us?”

You winced, it would be a lie. But it wasn’t really Roy that gave you those doubts. It was yourself. You had always been a lowner. Someone who relied on themselves. And now here you were, being told your good friend was your husband and your boyfriend was… well not.

What about your children? Bart had said you had kids. If you didn’t end up with Roy would that mean they would never exist? And Roy was, Roy. Your good friend, someone you would trust with your life. Something you had never thought you could do again. Trust.

But Jason, he had been first. He was… Jason. The man who had pulled you from a very dark path and took you on the adventure of your life. You loved him so deeply sometimes it hurt. And you couldn’t lie, scared you.

What if you weren’t supposed to be with any of them? What if this was life’s way of finally catching up. Pulling away from the good… no amazing thing you had.

Your fingers danced over the scars on your arm. The scars that reminded you that you didn’t deserve either of them. Didn’t deserve that happiness you had felt.

Your head hurt.

“I don’t know Jason.” he pulled away from you as he if you stabbed him, a hot crowbar at the heart. “No Jason. I just. I love you, you said grabbing his hand. I love you so much it’s just. What if I was meant to be with Roy? I mean, what if we aren’t meant to last. I just…”

“You love me or you don’t,” Jason said eyes hard.

You winced, your whole life had been running from people, believing they would always leave you. And there was a certainty that something would work out, but it wasn’t with the man in front of you.

Maybe safety was with the other. Or Maybe rocking the boat would tip it.

What were you supposed to do?

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jungnoir · 6 years

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Hey could I get a Mark scenario where his gf doesn't get into the college she wants to get into and he tries to cheer her up :) thank you

I’m the anon that requested the mark college scenario and realized I didn’t specify nct mark. Thanks

no choir;

mark lee | “I gathered you here to hide from some vast unnameable fear, but the loneliness never left me, I always took it with me. But I can put it down in the pleasure of your company.” when everything feels a little too overwhelming, the most simple and most important comforts come from his touch. high school!au. | 1.8k words. | angst, eventual fluff.

a/n: mood music is also where the title and lyric in the desc is from!

He likes to think he knows you well.

Mark was your boyfriend as much as he was your best friend. You had always preferred to fall in love with someone who was closest to you because it meant that they knew you completely, as scary as the thought was. And, in your mind, if there was anyone to know you so terrifyingly well, it had to be Mark Lee. Because you trusted Mark, you knew Mark and he knew you.

So he knows that that too sunny and too bright early evening when his messages to you about your incoming acceptance letter go unread, something is off. You wouldn’t shut up about your top pick possibly accepting you for their upcoming freshman year for months. You were counting down to the day that you would receive the letter, when the usual annual rounds of fall acceptance letters would go out. Just as quickly as he realizes it, he’s grabbing his phone and slipping on some pair of sneakers with the laces untied and flying in the breeze as he rushes down the sidewalk to your house.

The route is familiar and well-traveled; many times before, he’d walked you down that same path with ice creams in hand during the unbearably hot summer months and cuddled you closer into his side when the wind turned prickly. The only other time he’d ever taken this path with the same urgency and rapid beating of his heart reminiscent of right now was when you’d been sick and alone at home and he’d have rather been damned than leave you miserable without company. Back then, his worry was minute. He knew you’d get better, knew it was just some silly common cold that’d pass with some rest and lemon tea and lots and lots of disgusting cough syrup. This time around though, he had a feeling he could not bat away that worry so easily.

His mind doesn’t click with his surroundings until he’s scurrying up your empty, slanted driveway and fishing the spare house key from the dirt of your mother’s beloved flower pot, the key with an “M” lightly carved into the metal because it wasn’t so much a spare key as it was Mark’s key, really. He knows he probably looks ridiculous to your loitering neighbors that water their plants and enjoy the warm weather on their lawns; the lazy day he had intended to have in bed was clear in his red plaid pajama pants and the toothpaste stained tee shirt hanging off his lanky shoulders, as was the rush apparent in his frazzled, windblown hair and feet stumbling around as to not trip over the laces he couldn’t bother to pause and tie.

When he has your front door open, he’s greeted by the silence of the home. He’s aware your family is out, but he knows you’re there just by the view of your favorite shoes tucked near the front door like usual. He takes the time to fix his gaze on himself in the mirror near the entrance, the sight of his nervous look staring back at him causing him to fidget with his wild head of hair. He lightly tosses the key back in the pot and shuts your front door.

His walk to your room is also a familiar path. He recalls a time when he could only wish to get so close to your bedroom door early on into your relationship. Now, he was standing before the closed thing, his heart in his throat for all the wrong reasons.

Mark was never good with words. You’d always been understanding about that. It didn’t make him any less upset that he could never really comfort you with inspiring reassurances when you needed them, and it didn’t make him feel any less nervous when he realized that maybe a hug and kiss wasn’t going to fix this.

With all the grace that Mark Lee can muster, he enters your room.

You’re sat at your desk, legs pulled up to your chest with your chin resting on your knees. Your laptop is open to a video montage and, the closer he gets, the clearer he reads the title “videos for a bad day”. There’s an opened letter sitting in your trash can, and he just makes out the seal of the college you applied to. He frowns deeper, “(Y/N)?”

Perhaps you hadn’t heard him throw himself in through your front door because you jump slightly in response… and don’t turn.

This was where it got tricky for him.

What he wanted to do was give you a long, TED talk-esque pep talk that would get you back up on your feet in no time. He wanted to lay out how the college probably sucked anyway and you had dodged a bullet, clearly, if they couldn’t pick a good student when they were right in front of their face. He wanted to make you laugh even, because you were one of the few people who truly found his lame jokes funny.

You continue to stare at the screen, shots of tiny puppies playing with their owners and beautiful scenery decorated your screen but you didn’t react to any of them. Reaching a hand out, Mark boldly pauses the video, and as he expected, you still don’t react. Most likely, you were far too deep in your own thoughts to comprehend what was on screen before you.

His hands fall to the arms of the chair and he begins to swivel you around until your hunched form is facing him, eyes finally showing some life when they meet his. He crouches down until he’s a little lower than eye level with you and lets his fingers dangle down to your folded arms wound tightly around your calves. The moment his fingers brush over your skin, goosebumps follow in their trail. He looks up from your skin to you, “Hey…” Mark calls softly.

You swallow audibly. You know, you know the lump in your throat is too thick for you to speak around without sounding strangled or like you’d been crying for an hour (you had been, but for once, you were nervous for him to know that). You so desperately wanted to keep up some kind of apathetic facade because he and so many others had reminded you time and time again that there was a possibility they wouldn’t take you, that you should have two or three backups just in case. You’d done it all of course, but that didn’t mean your heart still wasn’t foolishly set on your top pick. You had planned everything from how you’d decorate your dorm to what you’d say on that beautiful graduation stage four years down the line. And now… nothing.

Were you not enough?

“Hey.” You whisper, hoping that it’ll hide the strain in your voice (it doesn’t).

Mark bites his lip to suppress a sudden need to babble out a bunch of useless things he knows deep down would not soothe your hurting soul. Your future, your life, your dreams of who you’d be and what you’d become had been thrown completely out of the window the minute you’d received those daunting words (”We regret to inform you…”). Maybe it was too dramatic, maybe you were too absorbed in your own head because no, this wasn’t the end of the world, but it still hurt like a bitch.

If the stress of graduating and beginning this new, scary chapter of your life wasn’t already enough to weigh you down, this letter surely was the kicker.

Instead of speaking (because he still needs time to think of what to even possibly say), he gently prods at one of your hands with his own, fingers trying to slip into yours. You let him lock his fingers with yours together without fuss, your eyes following the movement he makes as he runs his thumb over the back of your hand. The skin burns there, a recurrent detail whenever Mark would be so gentle with his touch.

He tugs your hand to his mouth and presses a closed mouth kiss where his thumb had just been, fingers squeezing yours. He breaks eye contact with you just for this and you’re thankful, because the way your breath hitches and the way the tears gather at the edges of your eyes all at once is something you don’t want him to see right now.

Ever the frightful one, Mark is surprisingly ready when you catapult out of the chair and into his waiting arms, hands still locked together and tucked to your chest as you bury your face in his neck. He immediately holds you strong and sure with his free arm, his own eyes prickling with tears too at the soft sobs that rack your chest in waves. He listens to you cry with a heavy heart, wanting nothing more than to brush away the pain along with the tears, but only one of those things is so easily remedied.

He can only tell time by how much more orange the sun gets behind your window blinds. His arm gets stiff from the position but he still holds you steady. Your hands are warm and clammy but his grip never ceases. At some point, when your tears stop and your sobs come to a halt, he has had time to think of what he could say to comfort you.

Sweetly, he kisses your temple, “You are more than enough.”

Because Mark knows you, of course he knows you.

You hold him just a bit tighter, “…Your heart is beating really fast right now.”

Mark is flushing instantly, his hand twitching away from your loosening hold as you wipe your eyes and look up at him. You notice the trail of red along his lovely skin and watch it spread to the tips of his ears, “I-I wasn’t sure what to say to you before… I didn’t want to annoy you with something stupid and cliche.”

You hum, smiling slightly into his shirt as you retake his hand in yours. “You know… I think at first, I wanted you to say something stupid and cliche. Anything to make me feel better. But… there’s something about your touch… it kinda does the job all on its own.”

Mark looks down at you in surprise. This was surely news to him.

You’d never said a thing about the way he would touch you, only that you knew it was his love language. He had always assumed your acceptance of it was more in understanding rather than… appreciation. “It does? So, this is okay…? Just holding you is okay?”

“More than okay,” you whisper, bringing your tangled fingers to your lips to press your own kiss to his knuckles, “please… you don’t have to think about saying anything grand. Just… hold me.”

Mark takes a moment to compute this. Then, his arm brings you closer, tucking your head under his chin with a content smile. “Okay. Yeah, okay. I can do that.”

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hungoverfromreading2 · 6 years

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Screw destiny

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Request: Hi! Could you write a one shot with Jealous!Sirius bc I really feel like he would be incredibly possessive with his gf but his jealousy comes from his insecurities like with his past and what happened with his family I guess he feels like he will never be good enough for someone as happy and joyful as Reader and so when she understands that she just comforts him and reassures him Thank you, you’re amazing❤

A/N: Over 1K words.

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Sirius was sitting with James, Remus and Lily by the fireplace trying to read the components of a potion they had to brew but he was rather distracted as he watched Y/N standing by the staircase with Renner. She had been spending a lot of time with the tall boy lately and Sirius wasn’t liking it. Renner handed Y/N something that she took with a shy smile and hugged him before walking towards her boyfriend.

Sirius’s eyes narrowed as Renner checked her out from the back, his eyes lingering a little too long for Sirius’s comfort. Y/N sat down on the couch, Remus on one side and Sirius on the other who immediately pulled her in for a kiss. The kiss lasted a little too long considering they were sitting in the Common Room and she chuckled as she pulled away feeling bashful.

“What did Renner give you?” Sirius asked throwing an arm over her shoulders. His voice laced with a thick coat of jealousy.

“A chocolate frog.” Y/N held up the sweet treat to show her boyfriend.

“Why?”

“Because I helped him with his Potions essay.” Y/N replied calmly, well aware of her boyfriend’s jealousy. She shook her head at her boyfriend and rested her head on his shoulder. Sirius sighed in relief and picked up the textbook he was reading. He glanced back at Renner who now sitting with his friends across the room but his eyes kept flitting over to Y/N.

Sirius loved Y/N beyond words but he was constantly afraid he would lose her due to his own insecurities. He had never known the meaning of true love until Y/N entered his life. Kindness and compassion were words he had heard of before but never thought they would become such a big part of his life.She was like sunshine to him and he was addicted to her light. But the tragedies of his past were never far from thought. Sirius was afraid Y/N would one day grow tired of helping him carry his baggage and leave him for someone easier to love. Someone who didn’t require constant reassurance. Those thought kept him up several nights but he never told anyone. Not even James, although Sirius suspected he knew.

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Midnight rolled around as Sirius lay in bed unable to fall asleep. He kept picturing the smile on Y/N’s face as she spoke to Renner, wondering if he could make her happier than him. Sirius threw the blankets off of him and snuck out the dormitory. He made his way up to the astronomy tower and sat there letting the cool breeze clear his mind.

He was gazing into the distance, lost in thought when he felt somebody sit beside him.

“You okay?” Y/N’s voice spoke softly.

“How did you know I was here?” Sirius asked still facing forward.

“Cuz I’m a crazy stalker girlfriend.” Y/N shrugged.

“And I’m a jealous insecure boyfriend.” Sirius mumbled finally meeting his girlfriend’s y/e/c eyes. “We make quite a pair”

Y/N chuckled and reached for Sirius’s hand but he pulled it away and wrapped it around his legs instead.

“Y/N, I’m sorry if I suffocate you.” Sirius began in a low voice. “I just love you so much and I’m afraid I’m going to loose you to someone tall, dark and handsome like Renner. And I know being possessive isn’t helping my case and trust me I’ve tried to shove the ugly insecurity down, but I’m not used to so much happiness in my life. I’m afraid reality is going to come knocking and take you away from me. I want to believe that we’re meant to be together but sometimes it feels as if destiny messed up, like you’re supposed to be with someone else- someone better and I’m just a.. a mistake.” Sirius’s voice broke on the last word and tears brimmed his eyes that he furiously wiped away.

They sat in silence for a minute, Y/N absorbing the words that had just left her boyfriends lips until she reached forward, holding one of his hands in her own and spoke softly.

“Sirius, I love you. Maybe more than you’ll ever believe but I do. I love you so much.”

She cupped Sirius’s face gently turning it towards her own as she bore into his grey eyes and continued.

“Your past doesn’t determine your future, it doesn’t define you. Yes, you can be a little jealous sometimes but I love that about you. It shows me that you care, that you’ll protect me. I'm sorry you experienced so little happiness in your past but I promise to fill your future with peace and elation.”

The tears were freely flowing down Sirius’s eyes now. Y/N gently wiped them away and kissed his cheek.

“Screw destiny, we make our own destiny. And if you think loving you is a mistake, then I’m willing to keep making this mistake for the rest of my life.”

Sirius chuckled lightly and murmured, “I love you” before pulling Y/N in for a hug. They sat there for a few minutes, letting the warm embrace comfort them both. When they broke apart Sirius cupped Y/N’s cheek and pulled her towards him, connecting their lips in a gentle kiss. Y/N wrapped her hand around the back of Sirius’s neck letting her lips show him how much she really loved him. They finally pulled apart breathless and panting when Y/N started laughing.

“Baby, just so you know, Renner is gay.”

“Are you sure? Cuz he checked you out when you were walking away.” Sirius frowned at the memory.

Y/N blushed “Actually I sat in some ink earlier that day, he was probably looking at the splotch mark on my skirt.”

“But then how do you explain the staring? He kept looking at you when we were studying.”

Y/N giggled as she thought back to the conversation she had with Renner.

“If I tell you, promise you won’t tell the others?”

Sirius nodded encouraging Y/N to continue. “He has a crush on Remus.”

Sirius’s eyes widened at the revelation, he definitely didn’t see that coming. He couldn’t wait to hear details about Y/N’s conversation with Renner but for the moment he was just lucky to be sitting under the stars with the love of his life by his side.

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Feedback is appreciated :)

#sirius black #sirius #sirius x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius x y/n #marauders era #marauders au #hogwarts

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joeltaylorredden · 3 years

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I had died every day waiting for you and it scarred me, and you too from what you’ve told me. I’ve loved you for thousands of years and all along I believed I’d find you. The one, the TRUE one. You’re the one I was always searching for by not settling for anything less than love. Like shit, I didn’t know what love was at the time but I went through trial and error figuring out what it wasn’t. I spent countless months to years afraid of settling for anything less than pure magic in such slim hopes to one day find the one with the other half of my heart or die completely alone. I’ve believed there was that ONE in this world of 7 billion with the other half of my soul/heart since I first learned what “love” was and that’s my idea of a fairytale because what are the odds? I was going to find that one or die trying. Because that’s always been the driving force to get me to keep standing, because everything else in this life seems so empty if there’s no one there to speak your language, view the world through the same eyes. Find interests and passion in the perfectly right things. Someone that will never let you feel alone in this full but yet so empty planet. How did you manage to fill all the missing pieces in my heart from the moment I met you. It wasn’t simply hope because that isn’t promised and Personally it would be a disgrace to try to explain the way it felt to meet my 1 in 7 billion with emotions. Because it isn’t a fleeting feeling when you meet the one. It’s a feeling that will never leave. People talk about what’s inevitable but the only thing In this whole life I’ve been 100% sure of is the moment it turned from grey to color. I’ve done almost every drug out there but none could replace the feeling I feel in her presence when she would laugh behind that beautiful voice while saying something along the classy lines of “go fuck yourself” and close in on me reminding me with her brushing touch that comforted me in new weirdly odd fulfilling way like a small healthy meal that fills you up better than a heaping load of junk food can. I’ve never experienced physical comfort like that because I’ve always hated hugs since I can remember. With a look in her eyes that spoke to me in a language only I was built to decipher to read “you are home ” because I’ve come to learn that actions speak louder than words ever will. I can now start to understand looking back, she loved me way more than I realized. Because the whole time its all really up in the air we all know the best moments are the ones that are happening without knowing

Or putting a title on it, and when we met and starting talking a huge sign didn’t appear in the sky saying “YOU FOUND YOUR SOULMATE” that would of made it too easy and it just doesn’t work like that because it would mess up a huge section in the journey and steps of passion we experienced like a game of “poke the bear” okay alyvia did have some bear alpha energy but probably not the best simile but we can just say we’d both been in constant back to back to back “relationships” that were truly nothing ideal to the romance we have had imagined and dreamed of growing up watching lion king and Cinderella, where there’s no cheating, no lieing , no abuse just pure faith and trust and fun in the one who caught their eyes and it was truly a remarkable beautiful story.

Welllll I wanted that faith and trust love story shit since before I could even remember

I was I true romantic inspired by the one and only Taylor swift.

But through the years I just loved and loved and poured every ounce of my faith in a girl and in return I got zilch, given up on, bored of , felt as if I was some freak show for conveying real emotions feelings and care.

So I learned after the third strike out and crying my eyes TF out in my dads basement at 16 after visualizing a whole 30 year plan talking getting married and kids and the house with a girl that barely knows my last name…

Heartbreak hurts when it’s the first pretty girl that you thought was out of your league gives you a chance has a car and even gives you your 2nd kiss and totally just disappears when I thought we were gonna get engaged and be high school sweethearts. This generations majority became to shy away from the high school sweethearts thing so they could just have a free for all “having fun” to find their spouse in college so it’s “less work more fun”

As for me, I wanted my princess. The one that would commit & follow our dreams happily together no questions. It doesn’t have to be that hard right? Just find a pretty girl and be cool enough for her to want to stick around.

I tried that andd I found out I love wayyyy too hard . I would date girls that I didn’t think were all that great but I had hope, like no butterflies in any sense. No connection just a beginner at this “I’ll be your Prince Charming stuff” and I thought every guy just picked girls they saw potential in and they both just grew together from scratch as long as they both agree to commit and work on it it’s gonna go somewhere.

Welp I found out pretty fast i didn’t feel like Prince Charming regardless how hard we worked on the relationship like it was a boat we each took turns working on and both hopped in. anything deserving to be called Romantic was all just for the movies at this point in my life because I would Find myself either bored out of my mind with a girl that I didn’t vibe with In any category expect the fact She was a girl I was a boy. Gave up on the L train it became just a waste of time and was pretty draining.

And on the other side of things I go for a girls just for their looks because I didn’t really understand personality and morals back then so I’d get totally turned inside out by some girls who were totally lost for love because james kissed lainas best friend in 5th grade now she doesn’t trust fuckboys” and hooks up with any male or female that gives her attention that one night and THAT SHIT starts a domino effect of everyone wants to have fun but not get close to anyone so they’re heart won’t get broken, the first few hookups might get hooked but male or female will just move on within the hour or week with someone new because one “just wasn’t feeling it”

I saw this all play out before me before I had ever “Hooked up” (had sex) with a girl and I swore I wasn’t going to be like any of them because I’m a romantic and I’m gonna “fall in love” with the girl I first have sex with like how could I not. So skip the bs I date a girl she’s never had sex just like me. So she’s head over heels for me and I think she’s beautiful but she’s just different, like we gotta different vibe going on internally but since we’re both 8s and we could atleast look romantic together we’re just gonna look like hoes if we breakup and move on to someone else.

Also this is my first real intimate gf that’s on the same energy as me and attraction that I’m not scared of or bored she just looks good and we had an alright when we’d hangout, but my shitty ass friends at the time got it stuck in my brain I had to have sex soon with someone or I’ll be the “loser” so my eyes were on one prize and that’s where I lost my dignity I believe. We ended up getting closer and closer to booking up every time and then finally did, on the floor so my bed wouldn’t squeak with my stepmom upstairs and the door open. It was pathetic.

Felt good for a second but I was pictured it being so much better than, that…

So the people I was hanging out with at the time made fun of me for talking to that girl so what does any 17 year old do trying to have a reputation for a bunch of nobodys that think they can run other people’s lives morals and fantasies by embarrassment.

I break up with her. find a new girl bring her to a kick back and take her upstairs to this old

Guys water bed and have a 8 sec ride looking back it felt like 8 minutes 😂😂 but hell naw it was 8 pumps if that 😂 we go back downstairs and I expect to chill all night with this girl w her on me at the party like she was my date. But naw she hooked up w one person I came with in less than 30 seconds of me coming down stairs with her. That doesn’t feel good either…

Plus one more guy after him…

I had it, I was done feeling with my heart and thought it was time to just feel with my you know what, so since I left my morals on the floor in my basement I would wait for any people I would hangout with to bring a girl around and I’d swoop her up because it had been done to me.

I came to realize some shit doesn’t feel good regardless if there’s a reward with it.

Because now that I’m texting my homies date behind his back that made my conscience eat at me twice as hard and then I got my turn and fell for the girl who was obviously for everybody but i was new so I believed whatever her preying cute face would tell me and get me to do for her. Because this generations relationships became a scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours till we get bored type of deal and you dont want to be caught dead as a hopeless romantic in this fucked up society of hos and manhos or you’re gonna go under and never come back because drinking is a high school over the counter medication for depression or sadness, and if you were cool enough you’d do coke once or twice then three times and shit I’ll do four and five I already came this far anddddd then a gram a night then an ounce and then selling the cocaine and it’s a lot bigger deal than realized and jail happens. Then it’s a spiral of fucking bullshit.

From friends dying of overdoses to getting clamydia to being insecure about what the people at school heard about what happened over the weekend. The people who said They had you forget when your face down in the dirt and they talked you into doing drugs that would start a new chapter of my life

Called love isn’t real ,fuck bitches ,be broke and homeless with three new addictions and no sign or thought of a future because I just want to get fucked up to not feel sad anymore cause of that girl and my I thought all bestfriends/ brothers just did me sideways for the 20th time I was so obvious that some people really aren’t genuine and don’t even know what a real friend is because all they know is the next face is either a liability or an asset. I hate it. I can say I played a part in the dumb shit and wasn’t the true me and looking back now I was very lost and that’s why I decided to start keeping record of the ones who do the things that friends don’t do and mark em off the list regardless of who they were because I was so ready to live a real life with real friends because I’ve only been surrounded by traiters and I’m not buying it anymore, only very strong willed people can become something better then the way they were raised up and the morals that were put in place and I haven’t really met many at all so I just am gonna take the easy route this time and gonna stay away off in my own lane.

I shoulda done it way earlier, coulda learned from j cole 3 times and fuck the peace sign.

I just wanted some friends cause there was no family for me at home regardless of what I did.

Never good enough , got what a thought was a dream girlfriend who was my ride or die for 5 years but did things out of spite to me like hookup with my friends I called brothers literally. I don’t think I ever loved her truthfully she was just really pretty and chill kinda just rode with the good but didn’t have too much of a plan or dreams like I did and that is another sign I should of taken more serious, because one thing I’ve learned is no one ever grows from the way they came so don’t wait for someone to go back to the way they were because it’ll never happen everything In this world is either evolving up or there are things diminishing down if someone has changed the chances of fully restoring them after life experience it’s a absolute 0% unless you have a memory eraser device but even then if there’s a change there’s no way we can go to exactly exactly the way it was, even the world is evolving every moment, so if someone misses the “old you” that was a thought of you just a mere figment of their imagination. Its better if you move to bigger and better things and if you wish for them to be in your life don’t dwell on it too much because if they are good for you and that means they believe in the best you, they’ll take the step forward to initiate the relationship again, but if you’re doing great and they still can’t find the peace of mind to love you exactly for who you are it’s time you get what you’ve always deserved and put your focus forward or your blessing that is twice as worth the time than your backwards or you’re gonna lose them all going back down to who you evolved from!

I finally found closure when she reminded me of my dad. Not on my team and just a boring ass time anytime we’d be together she literally was just pretty and that’s all she was to me, she didn’t know how to entertain or have a relationship, there might of been some downs but if you love someone you adapt to whatever situation conflict and confession then I met this girl who interested me and I spent a lot of time with her but the fact she wasn’t willing to put her pride aside fucked with the relationship, I was used in ways by her and she was caught up in another guy when I confessed that I was really really into her but the sad thing is she just didn’t respect her self enough, and I was on and off with her for a while and she fucked with my heart because it was my first try at something real after a while of being scared of commitment and being totally played by the long term ex, then one night the newer girls friend maya decided to link me with her friend in Denver so we could go to her boyfriends work and we pulled up at her house in bfe Denver to me at the time

And it’s hard to remember all the full details of the night but I remember that I was single for once in my life like actually single and committed to being that

but then I met her…

right now because mine read those words only to her and it feels as if these eyes were made for the sole purpose of .

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The Serpent Or Me - Part 3 (Bughead/Serpent!Jughead x Serpent!Reader)

Jughead has never cared about fitting in, as long as he has Betty and the gang he knows he has his place in Riverdale. However, Southside High has brought him an odd comfort and new friends very easily. The serpents have taken him under their wing, one in particular y/n has started to show him how things work in the gang. Jughead starts to grow a fondness for y/n that feels uneasy, he’s stuck between two worlds. Where or who should he choose?

Part 1 Part 2

Characters/Pairings: Betty, Veronica, Kevin, (Mentioned) Bughead, Serpent!Reader.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1672.

Notes: Apologies this took so long! I’ve scheduled a day next week to write, going to get working on future instalments of this. I’m still sticking with the 3 POVs (Jughead, Reader and Betty) but I want to bring in the other characters’ storylines to create a fuller story. The plan is to release a new part every Friday. Fingers crossed all goes to plan.

Masterlist. Read on Ao3

Betty’s POV

Sometimes you just need your best friend and a strawberry milkshake. Ronnie and I had arranged to meet up at Pop’s for a mid-week girls night. I needed to rant and I think Veronica needed to as well.

I sat in my usual booth waiting for Veronica, Pop brought over our milkshakes, we didn’t even need to tell him what flavour anymore. I looked around the diner and you could tell Riverdale was unsettled. First Jason Blossom’s murder and then Archie’s dad being shot in this very space, everyone felt tense. So much for the Town with pep.

The door chimed, Veronica finally arrived, only ten minutes late. She slid in the booth opposite me, her shoulders were slightly slumped.

‘I really needed this.’ Veronica started sipping on her chocolate milkshake.

‘You okay V?’ I asked, knowing the answer already.

‘Oh you know, usual Archie stuff. I’m not sure what else I can really do.’ Her eye contact was hesitant, she twirled her straw round the glass.

‘Has he opened up anymore? I’m really worried about him. In all the time I’ve known Archie, I’ve never seen him like this.’

‘He’s pretty much shut down all his emotions. I’m really worried too B, I think he might be planning revenge. When he does dare say a word to me, it’s only ever about the police investigation. Do you know if he said anything to Jughead?’ Ronnie looked at me with hopeful eyes, but sadly all I could do was disappoint her.

‘He text me after he visited him last weekend, I’m afraid he got the same. Jughead’s just as worried as but I think he’s got a lot on his plate right now.’ My mouth twisted as I finished the sentence. I could feel my hands clenching. Ronnie put a manicured hand on mine.

‘B, what is it?’ She raised her eyebrows at me, concerned.

‘It’s just-’ I bit my lip. Saying it out made it real.

‘Jughead is officially a serpent. He did his first job. I tried to talk him out of it but he was so set on it. I’m still getting used to him being at Southside High and now this.’ I could feel tears running down my face. All my emotions had been bottled up since I saw Jughead on Friday.

‘Betty, I had no idea you were feeling this way. I’m so sorry.’ She squeezed my hand, her eyes softening in my direction. She passed me over a napkin. I dabbed at my wet cheeks, but now I’d started I’d need a lot more napkins.

‘What’s made it worse is he’s buddied up with this girl, y/n, she’s another serpent. When he first mentioned her, I didn’t think much of it but they seem to be together a lot, just like we-’ I couldn’t say it out loud. Veronica gave me a nod, knowing how painful this realisation was. I missed Jughead so much, the more time he spent at Southside High, the more I feared for our relationship.

‘Have you met this girl? Or even seen her? Betty, nobody could compete with you. Jughead loves you, I know it’s hard but if anyone can get through this, it’s you and Jughead.’ Ronnie knew exactly what I needed to hear. There was a reason she was my best friend.

‘Thanks Ronnie.’ I gave her a little smile back. I felt bad I hadn’t been better at comforting her.

‘You know things are going to work out with Archie? You’re Veronica Lodge, you can conquer anything that comes your way.’ I tried my best to lift my friend up, she needed it. Veronica gave a chuckle back. Her phone started to buzz.

Mom: You coming home soon? I need to talk to you xx

‘Well I can conquer almost anything, just not curfew unfortunately.’ I gave her a fake puppy dog face. She laughed at me, the sound was comforting and familiar. Ronnie took out her purse but I quickly stopped her.

‘This is my treat.’ A grin grew across her face. We stood up from the booth and I put my arms around her. She gave me a light squeeze before letting go.

‘Thanks Betty. I needed this little escape. We need to do it more often, deal?’ There was a little desperation in her voice, unlike her usual confident tone.

‘Definitely. I needed this too.’ Veronica’s phone buzzed in her hand again, she glanced down at it quickly.

‘I better go, Mom’s being super cryptic with her texts. Better go find out what she wants. See you tomorrow Betty.’ She quickly turned on her heels and was out the door. I slid back into the booth and took out my own phone.

Me: Hey, just thinking about you… xx

I sat patiently, waiting for a reply. I looked around the diner, it was pretty quiet. There was a family a few booths up from me, they were laughing in unison. I stared over to the back booth. It was where you used to find Jughead most nights, working away on his novel. I couldn’t even remember the last time we spoke about his novel. My phone vibrated, I looked at the screen. It was not who I expected.

Kevin: Hey my favourite blonde, what are you up to Friday night? It’s been forever since we had a sleepover, I miss my bestie :( x

I smiled down at my phone. Through all the craziness of the past year, I’d lost touch with Kevin.

Me: You bring the movies, I’ll provide the popcorn. I miss the old times, this is exactly what I need. :) x

Kevin: Me too, can’t wait! X

At least Kevin was reliable to text back quickly. I was really looking forward to Friday, Kevin was great at getting me out of my head and seeing the bigger picture. He had a little knowledge of what I was going through too, after his relationship with Joaquin. Plus he always picked the best movies. It was a welcome distraction.

I sipped the last of my milkshake and got ready to go, as I slipped my jacket on, I felt my phone vibrate again.

Jug <3: I’m always thinking about you, my Juliet x x x

My stomach filled with butterflies. We were going to be okay. Right?

‘The Breakfast Club or Pretty in Pink?’ Kevin asked, a DVD in each hand.

‘Pretty in Pink first, then Breakfast Club.’ I answered cheerfully, 80s movies were my favourite.

‘Good answer.’ Kevin put the DVD in my laptop and made himself at home amongst my pillows. I laid back, positioning the cushions to make myself comfortable. I took a deep breath, this felt right. My hair was down and my onesie was on. I turned to look up at Kevin, he was wearing his favourite plaid pyjamas. A sly smile lit up his face as he noticed me.

‘Betty, I know I’m gorgeous but the laptop is that direction.’ He pointed forward. I couldn’t help but laugh.

‘I’ve missed this so much.’

‘Me too. I’ve missed you Betty.’ He gave me a humble smile.

‘I’ve missed you too Kevin. I’m sorry I’ve not really been there for you. This year has been crazy.’

‘Can you remember when the biggest problem you had was how you were going to ask out Archie?’ I blushed, we both laughed at how ridiculous that seemed now. I let out a sigh.

‘Who would have thought it… you and Jughead.’

‘I know.’ I murmured.

‘How’s things with you two?’ Kevin asked innocently. I fumbled with my hands. If me and Kevin were going to get back to normal, I had to be completely honest with him. I sat up right and turned to him, his face looked curious.

‘Things are complicated. He’s officially a serpent.’

‘Woah, personally I didn’t think Jughead had it in him.’ I rolled my eyes at him.

‘Well he does unfortunately. I’ve only just started adjusting to him being in Southside and then this happens. Plus there’s this girl he’s become friends with, y/n. She’s getting to spend all this time with him, time that I should be spending with him.’ I pulled my knees up and hugged myself. I could feel a hand on my head, Kevin was lightly stroking my hair.

‘It’s going to be okay Betty. Things will fall into place. I’m the Sherriff’s son and I managed to date a serpent. If I can, then Betty Cooper certainly can. I honestly think Jughead’s just looking for a family right now and the Serpents are really tight. Just make sure he knows you’re there for him. That’s all that matters.’ He put his arms around me and pulled me into a hug.

‘As for this girl, you can’t expect Jughead to not make friends right? I know he’s got this whole emo loner vibe going but everyone needs friends to survive high school, especially somewhere like Southside. And hey, if you’re really curious, ask to meet her. It shows you’re taking an interest in his new life.’ As I soaked in Kevin’s words, I could feel my thoughts unknot. I gave his arm a little squeeze.

‘What would I do without you, wise one?’

‘I have no idea, I’m basically a life coach.’ I let out a little laugh.

‘Seriously, thank you Kevin.’ I sat up, he smiled sincerely at me. I grabbed the bowl of popcorn from the bedside table.

‘Now as much as I love chit-chatting, I’d like to check in with Molly Ringwald.’ He quipped.

‘Not a problem.’ I passed him the popcorn. I decided to take Kevin’s advice, I quickly grabbed my phone from my desk.

Me: Hey Juggie, miss you as always. Kev is here and we’re watching 80s movies, I’m sure you’d approve. So I was wondering if I could maybe meet some of your new friends, like y/n or whoever. I feel like a gf should surely know who her bf’s friends are, haha :) xxx

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~♥ PRIVACY PLEASE ♥~

[I’m honestly trying to make this as little set up as possible. SO. What happened after where I left off yesterday is not quite of consequence. Corey took Lucy back to the hotel, Lucy cried a snot-ton, and she managed to stop by the time Maddox rolled back around. And really, for the first time since she’d been there, the room seemed dead quiet, even after he’d returned. Before, any time he came back in, he’d be kind of loud about it. (Perhaps not intentionally. But maybe so?) Not this time, though. She heard the door open, and that was about it. She fell back asleep too easily.

This morning was filled with the same as yesterday-- too much sight-seeing accompanied by the lady who was always on her phone. How many business calls could one person get a day, honestly? ‘It’s the last show in NYC,’ Corey said. ‘I have to make sure everything’s set at the next venue.’

Lucy really didn’t care about the nature of the calls, but dang it if it wasn’t completely unfun to look at tourist attractions with no company.

It all seemed to last too long, and she seemed all-too bored by it, but the time to return to the venue had finally arrived, and Lucy wasn’t sure what she was going to do when she got there, but she figured it was going to involve sitting in a room backstage again.

And, as if she could tell the future, yup, that’s where Corey sent her. ‘Sorry, kid’, she was told. ‘~Orders are orders, so don’t leave’ with an eye roll thrown in.

Okay, so, again, Maddox had told Corey to keep Lucy away. If anything, that only served as more proof that he thought things were over. Why wouldn’t he just say it to her? It wasn’t fair to her. (Not that she really thought she deserved any sort of fairness, but ya know.)

Night falls, and sets start, and Lucy can only hear garbledness, but it’s there. And so, Lucy wonders, if things are as over as they appear to be, why is she following rules set by him? Because maybe she hoped things wouldn’t be too easy for him. It’s not like he would notice her in a crowded room anyway, right? Not being blinded by stage lights, and through a swarm of sweaty people. Ew.

So, our child here, with her adventurous self, decides fuck the law, and she’s gonna go out there. She’s gonna stand out there, and she’s gonna listen to some mind-melting music, and she’s gonna let her sorrows drown in the sounds of dumb electric guitars, and drums that are surprisingly not busting from the intensity with which they are being played. Yay and all that stuff.

Maddox’s set is already over by the time Lucy is trekking on out, and she automatically assumes he’s gone backstage anyway, so she doesn’t even begin to search through the sea of people for him. She just starts walking through, looking to see if there’s a good corner she could hide in. The answer was a solid ‘no’, because most of them seemed to be occupied, and that left poor Lucy swaying like an idiot somewhere towards the side of the room.

And she stayed there for a few minutes, letting her brain bleed through the music, and then she’s suddenly being spoken too. She barely noticed because, again, how can anyone hear when this music is being played, you feel me? But, she turns, and it’s some unknown fellow thing that looks like he’s been going far too hard in the pit. AKA, he’s sweaty and gross.]

You look lonely swaying over here by yourself.

[Lucy raises an eyebrow, because did she even ask.] I’m not.

You’re by yourself though. [He says it like he’s had the greatest revelation of all time.]

I’ve noticed.

Want some company, pretty lady~?

No thanks.

Don’t be that way.

What way? A way with standards? [Lucy ain’t haVING THIS, SON.]

You’re being pretty rude, ya know. I came all the way over here to check on you.

I bet that’s what you were doing.

You could at least talk for a little while.

Could I?

Conversation never hurt anyone.

I get the feeling you don’t have conversation on your mind.

Whatever you’re down for.

I’m down for you fucking off.

You don’t have to be a bitch about it, you know.

You didn’t have to come over here either, and yet, here you are.

Alright, ya know what--...

[Maybe he was starting to step into her space, but before Lucy knows it, there’s someone in between sweaty guy and herself. Guess who that someone is? Nope, it’s not Corey.]

Back off, meathead.

And who the hell are you?

The guy who was on stage ten minutes ago. Fuck off.

You think you can order me around just ‘cause you’re ~with the band?

I think I can order you to do whatever the hell I want to.

White knight over here saving random concert chicks, I see.

She’s not a random concert chick, asshat. She’s my girlfriend. Now back the hell off before I get security to kick you out.

[The guy raises his hands like ‘wHATEV’, and he backs off. Lucy is looking at him, because did he just refer to her as his girlfriend????? whAT? Maddox looks at Lucy like she’s in trouble tbh, and he starts pushing her back towards backstage by the shoulder without a word.

Once back there, Lucy is looking at him like ‘df’, and she’s super confused, even. He’s shut them both in the same room. What? wHAT?]

-- Girlfriend?

[Maddox just looks up at her, and he does a bit of a sigh, and, tbh, he ignores that.] I told Corey to keep you back here.

I didn’t listen.

Damn it, Lucy. I had a reason for that.

I know. I get it. You don’t want to see me.

I don’t want you surrounded by a bunch of wasted punk assholes. That’s what I don’t want.

Why do you care what happens to me?

[He gives her this look that says ‘how is that even a question?’.] Nothing’s happening to you on my watch, alright?

[Okay, so she’s gonna mention the gf word again.] -- Why did you tell that guy I’m your girlfriend?

[Another deeper sigh comes from the boy.] Can we-- Can we talk about this at the hotel please?

Are you gonna to actually talk when we get there?

Fu- Yes, I am. That’s why I’m asking.

Then, fine...

Fine.

[And so, out the room they are going now. And are they actually going to ride to the hotel in the same car? Bet. Are they going to be completely silent in said car ride? Bet. Are there going to be no words spoken even walking up to the hotel room and getting in there. Bet. Did they not even tell Corey they were leaving? BET.

In they go, and down on the couch goes our Maddox, but Lucy takes a seat on the bed that’s just slightly across from where Maddox is, yup. They’re sitting on their beds. Mhm.

She looks at him, and she waits for him to say something first, but tbh, he’s just staring at his lap. Come on, my boy, you’ve had all car ride to stare at your lap. Say something.]

I’m still here, you know...

I know, okay?? Just--... [A huff, and a look up to her.] I’m having trouble thinking about what to say.

You could start with what I asked you before...

I called you my girlfriend because... despite-- everything... I-- I’d find it hard to call you anything but.

Does-- that mean...?

[A sniff even.] We-We need to talk about this. Because there are a few things that I want to know.

... Like what?

For starters... this guy’s name, age, birthday, address and social so I can look him up and beat the shit out of him.

[Breathy, humorless laugh #753.] I don’t think I know all of that.

I hope you know his name, at least.

... Hayden.

[Does his lip curl? Yup. How is it that that name sounds so close to ‘JORDAN’?] Where’d you meet him?

The mall. He-- took my phone and put his number in it. [An eye roll.]

[A jaw clench.] Did he know about me? [A nod from Lucy.] Fucking--...

I wasn’t gonna do anything with the number. Really. I was gonna forget all about it, but... everybody got so... busy. And I needed someone to talk to. It was a stupid thing to do. I know.

If you’d just told me that you felt that way, rather than pretending like you were fine, I would’ve done something about it, you know. I would’ve told everyone to fuck off, and said screw it to the damn meetings. You kept insisting you were fine. Why did you do that??

I didn’t want you to feel bad.

Yeah, well, I’ve felt pretty fucking terrible the past couple of days, so lot of good that did.

... Do you hate me? I already told you I’d understand if you did.

Lucy... You’re infuriating. You’re compulsive, and you don’t think shit through, and you have a tendency to be selfish as hell. You seem like you’ve picked up all of my worst damn traits, and you’ve learned the other half of the shit you do from one of the shittiest people in the world. But, fuck, I could search my whole damn life, and I’d never be able to find anyone who makes me feel the way you make me feel. And none of that goes back to hate.

And what does that mean???

It means that... I love you. Come what fucking may, right?

So--...

But, damn it all, Lucy, I have to know that I can trust you. I have to know that this shit isn’t gonna happen again just because you’re lonely. Because this tour isn’t gonna be the last one, and if I have to think that this is gonna happen every time I’m away--...

It won’t. I swear.

I don’t want to be worried that you’re kissing people, or who knows what else, just because you’re lonely. Because... I never thought that shit was possible-- being, ya know, faithful. But being faithful to you is the easiest thing I’ve ever had to do. I need you to tell me... promise me, even, that it’s not too hard for you.

It’s not. I swear. It was one stupid mistake, and it’s never gonna happen again. I’ve never hated myself more than these past few days. I just want us to be able to start over-- I want to forget it ever happened. I-I can do that, if you can do that.

[Sigh #762. He stands from the couch, and he grabs her hand and pulls her to stand in front of him.] I definitely want to. Believe me.

If I have to prove every day that you don’t have to worry about me-- that you can trust me, I’ll do that, Maddox. I will. Just don’t make me have to lose this. Please.

... Tell me you promise.

I promise, Maddox. You’re the only person I’ve ever loved, and I will never put what we have in jeopardy ever again. I mean that.

[There’s another pang in his chest. Another lil twinge. And maybe the whole time since he’s grabbed her hand, he’s been looking at that lil ring right there, and contemplating it, and contemplating the Moulin Rouge soundtrack, and ~how wonderfulll life is~~~, and just how ~miiiiiserable life had been thinking that he might end up losing her... It wasn’t something he wanted to be reality for him. He didn’t want life to be like it was before her. He didn’t want to be who he was before he loved her. Because she gave him a reason to be a better fucking person, and that was just one thing in a list of many things why he loved Lucy Warner.

So, he takes one more step forward, and he rests his forehead on her forehead, and tbh, he’s probably finally had one tear escape his eyeballs that had been misty all throughout the weekend. And, God, you just couldn’t stop Lucy, as it had been throughout the weekend.

And so, the forehead-resting very quickly becomes a big hug, and they’re probably squeezing the dang life out of each other, because it’d been far too long since they’d been able to hold each other like this, and perhaps they were re-storing the feeling to memory.]

I’m so sorry.

I know-- I know. I’m-- I forgive you.

And I love you.

Lucy Warner, I love you too.

[For the first real time since forever ago-- here we go. God bless.]

[And it’s stupid full of the love, bro. Because, lbr, that kiss on her first day didn’t count, because she could hardly kiss him back for all the guilt eating her alive. But here, now, it was real. Too real, even, and it’s TOO BEAUTIFUL, AND I’M CRYING.

They stay that way, RE-STORING MORE MEMORIES, until the boy pulls back, and he’s breathless, ya know, because they had probably been in that emBRACE for a long time, and, well, no breathing.

But, there’s a heavily-lidded look to Lucy, and there’s a couple of breaths in even before he speaks, but here he does now.]

You’re not tired, are you?

[Lucy raises an eyebrow in confusion.] No?

[A nod.] Good, because we’ve wasted a shit-ton of time already.

[And then he’s back on her, and THIS HAPPENS EVEN.]

[Which SHOCKS Lucy, because WHEN HAS HE EVER? She’s too into it, however. Way too into it. She’s gotta say something about it. Off she goes.]

Since when are you able to do this??

Carrying sound equipment for a month does a body good.

Mm, yeah. I have a feeling it’s gonna do my body good too.

You bet.

[TO THE BED.]

You know how you said you’re willing to forget any of that shit ever happened?

Mmmm-hm.

I’m gonna make sure of that. It’ll be like that little shit never existed. What was his name?

Who the hell cares?

Right answer.

[OKAY, LET’S GIVE THEM THEIR PRIVACY NOW. TAKE A LOOK AT THE POST TITLE. OKAY, YUP. THE END.]

#privacyplease #pt 1 #?#2.4K I AM SCREAMING #I'VE NEVER DONE ONE THIS LONG

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