#this is just an idea meant for the best kind of angst and drama

[kat-rose-griffith]

Okay but what if Buck starts dating guys publicly (preferably Tommy but an exploration montage would be fun) and like Eddie starts being a bitch about it and he’s even confused what his own problem is. Meanwhile Buck starts to think that Eddie has a problem with him being bi even though he was completely fine and supportive when he came out to him. Then all of that leads to tension on calls and that builds up into buck confronting Eddie, assuming that he’s homophobic, and it gets heated and Eddie insists that isn’t what it’s about. Then Buck gets up in his face and goes “then what’s your problem” and then Eddie, even surprising himself, just goes right in and kisses Buck. They’re both shocked but neither of them pull away. The kisses become deeper and more urgent. They’re all over each other, things are escalating, then eddies cellphone rings and it’s his girlfriend’s picture flashing across the screen. She’s been watching Chris and wanted to update him. He’s flustered and entirely overwhelmed by what just happened. He very awkwardly stumbles his way out of Bucks apartment (or wherever they’re at) leaving Buck standing there with his entire world flipped upside down

#911 abc #911 #this is just an idea meant for the best kind of angst and drama #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 fox #oliver stark #ryan guzman

[ilys00ga]

life after his enlistment.

pairing: yoongi x reader

synopsis: how life/the relationship was like after he enlisted.

genre: fluff, established relationship, yoongi enlisted, they are trying their best, idk if I should call it angst or hurt/comfort, but there's some kind of ✨️melancholy✨️ in this (predictable much), I effing miss him sm more now :(.

warnings: t.w: if u are just like me, prepare to be missing yoongi sickeningly after this. gosh, it feels like a hole in a chest rn. idk what to do w myself. oh btw some ideas mentioned here are purely my own opinions, so it doesn't have to be "facts" or "all true." if u have different opinions or if u disagree with any it u can reach out to me about them, I would like that, but that's that, enjoy!!!!!!!!!

A/N: this was a request made by @kimvante2013 I hope it meets ur expectations! this was so fun to write, I liked this a lot. feel free to send more reqs or anything u want :)

PS. English is not my first language, so you know the drill.

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the problem wasn't that you couldn't see him, no.

since his duty was different from that of an ordinary individual, you both were able to spend the nights in each other's arms.

when he comes back home after duty, sometimes he's met with an empty house where he'd wash up and start preparing something for you to enjoy munching on once you get back home at a later hour of the day. other times, he comes to a busy, warm house. you blasting your favorite drama on the TV while doing the laundry in the middle of the living room, or just chilling and waiting to welcome him with mellow hugs and kisses.

and when he's on duty, he can't always contact you, but he whispered kisses laced with promises into your lips before leaving on his first day, and he would never dare to break them. not that he wants to anyway.

sometimes you'd wake up to post-it notes sticked on random surfaces and items around the house, or good morning messages of love and kisses. sometimes he calls during lunch breaks to check up on you, reminding you to drink water and eat well because that's yoongi's most precious habit of showing that he always just cares.

"don't forget to layer your outfit today, I just saw that it's gonna be awfully cold."

"did you like the bouquet I sent? want more? cook me ___ tonight xx"

"hi, don't forget to drink a cup of water right this instance or you'll shrivel up and die."

"it snowed on my way here this morning, let's go out this weekend and have some fun :]"

when days are too hard to handle, weighing one of you—maybe even both of you at the same time, cause life is a bitch like that—down and burying you under the ground, you'd send long voice messages to the other. never expecting an immediate reply. just simply pressing record and spilling all the bottled negative energy that clogged your brains and chests.

so, the problem wasn't really that you couldn't see or talk to him..

the problem was that neither of you were used to any of that.

you weren't used to being away from each other for long hours throughout the day (even though he often went on tours and job events aboard), or not being able to talk and/or see him whenever you wanted to—atleast whenever your shift agreed to let you. you're stuck on this routine for months. you were so not used to that.

over the years, you and yoongi grew to become a pen and a paper: two different items that are meant to only function and be paired together. one can't be capable without the other.

yet you try to avail yourselves of the situation and take it all easy. slowly, like waking up and leaving a warm, comfy bed at 5 in the morning to gain some purpose somewhere out there.

so, while staying away from one another for several hours a day comes with heavy challenges and even melancholy at times, that doesn't mean it can't be fruitful for your relationship.

since for it to grow healthier, a couple, intentionally or not, sometimes needs to take some "time off" to preserve the connection and intimacy between them.

you always remind yoongi of how much you had missed him during the day, which is something that never failed to put a smile on his face and trigger a stream of butterflies in his stomach.

love and yearning are two inseparable powerful emotions that one can't defeat, and absence makes the heart grow fonder. that's the beauty of the challenge your relationship was subject to at this new stage.

"I am still me, you are still you. everything's gonna be alright." yoongi would say as he hugs your face into his chest.

he always reminds you that this new chapter the two of you have entered together, hand in hand and with shaking hearts, is one that he'd been dreading but looking forward to for a very long time.

a chapter that made him understand how much he needs your existence in his life. to be himself and to be the somebody you need and deserve.

and he makes sure to translate that into your skin as he traces it with his lips and fingertips when you finally fall into each other's embrace.

#yoongi #bts #yoongi scenarios #yoongi drabble #yoongi fluff #yoongi x reader #bts scenarios #agustd #yoongi angst #min yoongi #bts imagines #bts fic #bts army #bts yoongi #bts enlistment

[mixtape-racha]

jealousy, jealousy | bang chan

your boyfriend got a bit in his head when he saw your co-worker turn up for your tour rehearsals... but he had no reason to worry, did he?

words: 2.05k // warnings: a sprinkle of angst, jealous/slightly possessive chan, insecure!chan, idol!reader, actress!reader, idol!chan, overall fluff | based on this ask sent in by anon!

after the success of your latest drama, your company thought it would be the perfect time for you to embark on a world tour - fans were at an all time high and interest in your career, both in korea and globally, was soaring. you were of course elated at this - the idea of seeing so many of your fans across the world was mind-blowing and an opportunity you couldn’t turn down.

of course, that meant many late nights powering through songwriting, producing, choreographing and discussing visuals for how you wanted your concert to look. finishing a drama, releasing an album and embarking on a tour in the span of a few months was more tiring than you’d ever know your job to be.

sadly, that meant a lot less time with your boyfriend, chan, too. between your chaotic schedule, and stray kids preparing for a comeback, you barely saw your partner. the most you’d been in the same space in the last month was a few fleeting hours after he’d gone to bed and before you’d woken up.

while chan was almost completely nocturnal, you were undeniably an early riser. you’d always been more productive in the early morning, opting to finish your tasks as early as you could, as to enjoy the rest of the day. it was a strange combination, but it worked wonderfully. you balanced each other out in the best way.

so whenever you could, you invited chan to come and watch you rehearse. you also did the same with many of your friends, enjoying the fleeting time you got to spend in the same place at the moment, but chan was alway top of your list. some friends liked to turn up and surprise you too, appearing in the practice room or the venue you were rehearsing at to shower you with support and gifts.

just like today.

in your recent drama, you had played a florist who never believed in real love, being swept up into the world of a handsome model with whom she inevitably fell for. you were beyond lucky to feature in such a star-studded cast in such a respected and well-received drama, and even luckier to have someone like nct’s jaehyun playing your romantic counterpart.

the two of you had become increasingly close during filming, and you both walked away from set having gained a true friend for life. jaehyun was like a brother to you - worryingly because of all the fans of your drama that shipped you off-screen, and because of how awkward it made filming kiss scenes.

sometimes the enthusiasm of the fans wanting you to date got a bit much - you and chan were very open about your relationship, and you had made it very clear both publicly and privately that you and jaehyun were strictly friends. but that didn’t stop people from taking a sweet, platonic moment and running with it.

thats why you were kind of glad no one saw jaehyun entering the kbs arena, where you were currently rehearsing for your opening concert the next week.

jaehyun had walked in with a bunch of flowers and a smile while you were taking a break,and you were ecstatic to see him. it had been too long, in your opinion. placing down your water bottle, you jogged over to him, wrapping him in a tight hug.

“jae! what are you doing here?”

he shrugged, offering you the flowers - which you gratefully took. “can’t be in the gangseo district without coming to see my favorite florist rehearsing, can i?”

mood and energy skyrocketing, you and jaehyun sat down, digging into the lunch provided by your company’s staff, catching up on anything and everything worth gossiping about since you last saw each other.

unbeknownst to you, however, chan had also arrived just after jaehyun approached you, hoping to catch you on your lunch break and have a chance to eat with you. upon seeing you with jaehyun, however, he hesitated.

he knew that you and your co-star had become very close friends during the grueling months of filming, and he was more than understanding of it. after all, he had grown up with twice and was undeniably close to the 9 girls under the same company as him. so, he didn’t understand why his stomach flipped and his chest tightened at the sight of you laughing with another man.

you and chris had a very solid relationship. you had sat down and created boundaries and expectations before you even entered into your relationship 2 years ago, and you never had any reason to distrust each other. he also knew how much you had missed your friend in the months you had been so busy, and completely understood why you were so excited to see him.

so, he stood back and chatted with your staff, letting you have some time with jaehyun before approaching you. he was willing to wait, fighting to ignore the worming thoughts of anxiety in the back of his head. he wasn’t that kind of boyfriend, he told himself, so he had no reason to get upset.

laughing loudly to a story jaehyun had told you, you caught a glimpse of familiar blonde curls across the dining hall, heart jumping when you focused and realized it was your beloved boyfriend.

“channie! hi, baby! come here!” you called, unable to fight off a grin and blush when chan smiled and walked over to you and jaehyun.

“hi, babygirl.” he chuckled at your enthusiastic state, kissing the top of your head as he took a seat next  to you.

he was quickly dragged into your ongoing conversation, catching up himself with jaehyun and enjoying having some time with you. on the other hand, you noticed that chan was being a lot more clingy than usual - having a hand on your waist or thigh the entire time, and constantly leaning in to plant kisses across your cheek and head.

not that you were complaining in the slightest. it had been too long since you got to feel chan’s presence this close to you, and your heart was soaring at the mere idea of it. just having him so close made you decide to ask for a couple of days rest, and spend it wrapped up in his arms in your shared apartment. he truly was the love of your life, and you had missed him more than words could describe recently.

but something was definitely off with him. you and chan were known to be a very touchy couple, pda being right up your street for two people whose love language was physical touch - but this was different. this was like he was trying to prove a point. but, why would he-...... oh.

the realization that chris was jealous that you were spending time with jaehyun, while unnecessary, was actually very cute. you knew deep down the incessant shipping of you and you co-worker by fans got under his skin sometimes, but regardless you had a very solid relationship. so, in some strange way, you found it endearing that he would still get jealous.

after about an hour, jaehyun announced that he’d have to take his leave - he had a schedule with his group and needed to head back to his company - leaving you and chris to bask in each other for a bit longer.

climbing onto his lap, you curled up in your boyfriend’s arms, hands instinctively reaching to fuss with his hair. “i’ve missed you, honey,” you sighed. “been too long since i got to see you properly.”

“missed you too, baby. just glad i caught you when you weren’t too busy.” the smile on his face was soft, but there was a slight bit to his voice that he was sure you would miss - he wasn’t even intending for it to come out.

your eyebrows furrowed slightly, leaning back to look at his face, quickly noticing the sour expression on his face. something was clearly bothering him, between the touchiness and snappy attitude, but you couldn’t figure out what it was.

shifting your position so you were straddling his lap, you cupped his face in your palms. sighing softly, you stroked the frustration wrinkles out of his skin, concern showing on your face.

“wanna tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, bubs?”

“its nothing, angel,” chan huffed, hands sitting on your waist. “just being silly and overthinking again.”

you wholeheartedly disbelieved that was the case, knowing chan better than he knew himself sometimes. racking your brain, you begged yourself to pick something out that could be the cause of his current despair. until it hit you.

“this wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with a certain coworker of mine, would it?”

when chris couldn’t hide the way his eyes rolled and ears flushed scarlet, you knew you had hit the jackpot. clearly something with jaehyun had upset chris, or even just slightly annoyed him - he was never any good at hiding his emotions.

“tell me what’s up, channie. i can’t help fix it if i don’t know what’s wrong.” you gently pushed, hoping he would cave under your proximity and allow you to share the burden of what was affecting him.

he was silent for a few moments, eyes screwed shut and his grip on your waist tightening slightly. then he blew out a breath, his grip loosening once again as he looked up at you with those big, brown eyes you adored.

“i just- sometimes i think the fans that ship you two are right. you get along so well, and seeing him surprise you here today just… kinda made me think maybe you would work better than us. and the thought hurt. i wanna be the one who makes you smile like that when i surprise you.”

chan’s confession made your heart drop. was he really that jealous of jaehyun and your friendship? had you done something to make him feel this way?

“love… you know you have no reason to be jealous, or upset, or worried? jaehyun is just a friend, and just a coworker. and you know i tolerate the shipping less than you do.”

you prayed that your reassurance would help, but when he simply shrugged you knew it was too much. sometimes chan’s anxiety got the better of him, and in those times it was hard to get through to him. even if he knew you were telling the truth, something in the back of his head told him that maybe he wasn’t good enough.

but you persisted.

“no one could ever compare to you, my love. you’re my hope, my light. and no matter who comes along, they could never make me feel as much love and appreciation as you.”

a small smile tugged at his lips, and you breathed a sigh of relief that your words were getting through to him.

“i know,” chris mumbled through his ambivalent expression. “i know, and i have no reason to feel like this. i’m sorry, baby, i didn’t mean to worry you, i just get scared one day you’ll realize you could do better.”

you both let out a little chuckle, amused by the way you were both talking like the end of the world was beginning. you softly kissed his full lips, with one last promise of forever in your throat.

“chris, baby. i get it. you don’t have to apologize. just remember that i got paid to kiss him as a character, while in character,” you jabbed him in the chest lightly to emphasize your point. “but you - not him, nor anyone else - you are the one i come home to at the end of the day.”

his face was flushed with emotion, shining through his eyes and into the way his dimples creased his skin as he looked at you with so much love you thought you would burst into a heap of fluff.

“i chose you, chris. i choose you everyday, and i always will.”

ears flushed slightly red, overwhelmed with your confession, chan held his hand out, pinky pointed towards you.

“we’ll always choose each other, yeah? forever. pinky promise?”

wrapping your pinky finger around his, you kissed his cheek gently, reveling in the way he smelt like home.

“pinky promise.”

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#mixtape-racha fic #chan drabbles #chan x reader #anon asks #chan fluff #bang chan #bang chan fic #bang chan fluff #bang chan x reader #stray kids fic #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff

[hyuckmov]

haechan — be my birthday

ex!haechan x reader, (feat. best friend jaehyun, mark and renjun being besties) 4k, angst for the most part, but then fluff, ends happy. a/n: when i said i was thinking of writing something else it was not this... but i just suddenly had the idea for it because i was thinking of birthdays i guess. oh and because i am unoriginal and running out of ideas this is inspired by a few songs too. the title is a song featured in the drama my liberation notes which i absolutely love! anyway i'm sorry if the ending is kind of bad, i wanted to flesh it out but also i wanted to leave it at that. additionally the flashbacks were HELL for my tenses so i apologise for any inconsistencies in grammar. thank you for reading my past two works, and do send me an ask if you enjoyed any of them, or this, or if you would just like to say hi! loosely includes sequences based on 21 by gracie abrams, and me and you together song by the 1975 so i recommend listening to those!

“we forgot the candles.” 

“who’s we. you’re in charge of the cake for the night!” 

“yeah but that doesn’t include candles.” 

“mark!” 

mark looked sheepishly up at renjun, who glared at him fiercely, a look that mark could see even in the dim light of the pantry. outside, the party raged on, and if mark and renjun had to hazard a guess, haechan should probably still be on the pool table, doing a dance as the crowd cheered him on. it was his birthday, so everyone gave him a free pass that meant he could do whatever he wanted. to be precise, it was his birthday week – a week which gave him a free pass to prank, to bicker, and to take the last piece of whatever food was in the fridge. 

but really, it was a lot more than a birthday week. birthdays always reminded haechan of you, and this was his first birthday without you by his side. that was enough for his friends to be gracious, to let him be as obnoxious as he wanted, if only to distract himself from the fact that he wasn’t bothering you about his gift, and you wouldn’t be there to smear cream on his cheeks. 

“renjun, what if we asked y/n to bring some candles over. i know she always keeps some birthday candles in her kitchen drawer.” 

“are you insane?” renjun hissed, and even though they were the only ones in the pantry, he looked around to make sure haechan hadn’t materialized at the sound of your name. “no way. she wouldn’t show up, and i doubt seeing her here, not as his girlfriend, would do haechan any good.” 

mark mumbles to himself about how it was just an idea. “who else do you think has candles at this hour?” 

“i could run back and check. but you’ll have to tell everyone to wait-” 

“what are you guys doing in my pantry?” 

mark and renjun both jumped at that. haechan was standing at the entrance, his brows furrowed in suspicion. slowly, he frowned and asked:

“are you two fucking?” 

“what? no! haechan what the fuck!” flustered, mark ran his hands through his hair and renjun made a gagging noise, distracted from their relief that he hadn’t noticed the party hadn’t brought out a cake yet. 

“it’s just a little suspicious, but okay i believe you.” haechan leaned against the entrance. “i was just coming to tell you guys that i’m a little tired. could you guys keep the party going? i just wanna take a break.” he smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

renjun looked at his friend in concern. most people believed haechan loved being at the center of attention all the time — loved being the loudest and brightest presence in the room. and he was good at that: was good at making everyone feel comfortable in the room, somehow magically easing any awkward tensions or filling the silence easily and casually. but it would be too much for anyone to take on that role at all times. you had always been there to sit with him when he wanted to be quiet, pulling him away from the party when you noticed his smiles faltering and his eyes glazing over. and now, without you by his side……

“of course.” he settles. “do you want one of us to keep you company?” 

“nah.” giving his head a shake, he bounced on his toes, ready to go. “thanks guys. you two keep making out.” 

and with that, he disappeared up to his room.  

x

leaning against his bedroom door, haechan closed his eyes and let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. the party should have been fun: they played his favorite songs, all his favorite games, mark was pushed into a pool…and yet it really didn’t feel the same. he hated himself a little in that moment, for letting you become such an irreplaceable part of his birthday, something he couldn’t avoid or escape from. he wondered how many birthdays he would have to go without you to finally be able to forget. 

and although he had been trying to avoid it the entire night, he thought about his 18th birthday, the day he confessed to you. 

it was a party not unlike this one. he remembered sitting next to you for most of the night, your cheeks flushed as you leaned in close to him to ask “are you having fun?” for his birthday wish, the one you insisted he couldn’t say out loud because it wouldn’t come true, he had wished that you would like him back. 

after the cake-cutting, mark had spilled punch all over your shirt, and that was everyone’s cue to go home after the party. he remembered sitting in the bath-tub, you in your camisole washing your shirt in the sink, complaining about mark and whoever had let him anywhere near the punch bowl. and he just couldn’t help himself: the warm bathroom lights framing your face, something so domestic about the way things were. this is how i want it to be for the rest of my life, he thought to himself, giddily.

“-next time we have to mark-proof our things so mark can’t get his hands on them, -” 

“y/n?” 

“-one more time i swear, haechan-?” you had turned to look at him, his serious tone taking you by surprise. 

“will you go out with me?” 

“oh.” you swallowed.  

haechan grimaced, because this was as good as a rejection, wasn’t it? stupid birthday wishes he thought. it’s all the same, whether i say it out loud or not. never wishing for anything ever again. you’re looking at him, really looking at him, as if you’ve never seen him before in your life. you hasten to say, “not in a bad way! it’s just…” 

we’re best friends. it doesn’t feel right. i don’t like you like that. 

“it’s fine.” haechan pushed himself out of the bathtub, everything felt too cramped, the bathroom suddenly too small for the both of you. you were looking at him with confusion and conflict written all over your face, so he put on his easy smile. “i was just messing.” he forced out a laugh, the hollow sound bouncing off the tiles. “it’s fine, i swear. i didn’t mean it.” 

he had no idea why, but he seemed to have made it worse. your face flared red, and you turned back to the sink, scrubbing at your shirt even though it was practically clean already. “that’s okay.” 

worst birthday ever. that’s the last thing he thought before dozing off on his bed, you having rushed home immediately. but suddenly, not even 10 minutes later, he was being woken up, the doorbell ringing frantic and loud. realizing you had forgotten your shirt in the bathroom, which he was having trouble looking at, he wrung it dry and ambled over to the door, hoping you would just take it and go. 

but the moment he opened the door, he immediately had his arms full of you. you had jumped into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist, his hands supporting you reflexively. you had pressed your forehead to his, and you were so warm. i’ve liked you for years, you idiot. he couldn’t believe his ears. it’s you, it’s always been you.

in present day, haechan shook his head to rid himself of the memory. he could still remember every moment of that night clearly: the look on your face. how it felt to hold you for the first time, in a different way than he had ever hugged you before. waking up next to you, in his shirt. it was all too much. he wished you were right there, with him, that very moment. he wished he said something when you were walking out of his life. he wished he had held on to you when you came back. 

x

“are you sure you don’t want to go over? we can still make it. they’re probably stalling because they forgot the candles or something.” 

“it’s okay.” you say, in a small voice. you’re staring up at the ceiling, your mind wandering to the gifts in the back of your closet that you had bought for haechan in the months leading up to his birthday. before you broke up with him. and before he wouldn’t take you back. 

jaehyun sighs and comes over to you, sitting down at the edge of your bed. “y/n, today means something to the both of you. are you sure you don’t want to go?” 

“he doesn’t want to see me anymore,” you insist. “i don’t want to ruin his birthday.”

because those were the exact words he had said to you when you showed up for jeno’s birthday dinner, sitting diagonally across the table from him. your heart was beating out of your chest the entire time, especially when he joined you as you leaned against the wall, asking you how have you been. 

“i’ve been…” you trailed off. admittedly, not very well without him. unsure if he wanted to talk  about the breakup, you went with “i got a promotion at work.” 

“that’s great.” he smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. as if he wasn’t there with you as you were finishing up presentations to get this promotion. as if he hadn’t made you coffee in the dead of night when you had to take a call from an overseas client. 

“how about you?” 

“i can’t do this y/n.” haechan exhaled, and you felt like a child who had been caught red-handed: in that moment you knew he saw right through you. 

“can’t do what?” 

“the small talk. the pretending we don’t know each other, the pretending that i haven’t been falling asleep next to you and waking up next to you every day for the past few years.” 

you felt a pull at your heart. surely, he was willing to forgive you if this was how he felt? surely he still wanted to hold on to you? the words came out in a rush. “haechan, i’m here to say i’m sorry. i am really, really sorry. i was scared we were moving too fast, you’re the first person i’ve ever loved and put so much of myself into.” haechan closed his eyes, and you hated that. you hated that you couldn’t tell what he was thinking anymore. talking faster, you tried to get through to him. “i got scared. but these past few weeks have shown me that no matter how scared i am it is 10 times better, no, a 100 times better if i’m spending it with you. i love you haechan, -” he winced at that, and you wanted to disappear. “i love you. please say you’ll be with me again.” 

haechan took his time, and you hoped he was listening. you hoped he understood exactly how you were feeling. but a part of you saw it coming when he said no. 

“you don’t get to do that, y/n.” he opened his eyes, and you immediately wished he hadn’t because there was so much hurt inside them. “you don’t get to end things when you’re scared, and come back when you realise you need me.” 

“i know that.” you plead with him, the guilt stabbing at your chest. “i’ll never do it again, haechan. please believe me. ” 

“that’s just not good enough y/n.” he lowered his head. he was sorry too. “i just…don’t want to see you anymore.” 

you felt like you had been struck. but you knew somewhere, that you deserved some part of this. and so you gave jeno your present, hugged him goodbye, and left. and you hadn’t seen haechan since. 

today, you been unable to take your mind off him. you wish you could fall asleep, but something about it being haechan’s birthday kept you awake. after hours and hours of spiralling, you called jaehyun hoping he would help you go through things so at least you could stop feeling so helpless. 

in the first hour, jaehyun scoured his social media for you, finding photos of haechan at the party and zooming in on them as the two of you debated whether he was happy or still upset about the breakup. 

photo of him sitting poolside with another girl? “she’s dating jaemin”, jaehyun clarified quickly, before the hurt could sink in.

photo of him bent over his mug? “he looks so sad.” jaehyun insisted. “he definitely misses you.” 

“he has bad posture, we all knew that.” you scowled. 

jaehyun glared back. “do you need a photo of him bawling his eyes out?” 

“if only he didn’t look so undeniably like he was having the time of his life!” 

“that is so untrue.” jaehyun swiped to refresh his stories, and hurriedly clicked on one uploaded by jeno. haechan, doing the liam payne dance on a table, throwing a wink at the camera. the screen went dark as jaehyun threw his phone against the wall. “oh no, my phone is dead. let’s do something else.” 

“jaehyun…” you whined. “i just want to know how he’s doing.” 

“we need to disconnect from social media, y/n.” he insisted. “it’s ruining our brains.” 

eventually the verdict, made with the web version of instagram on your laptop, was that haechan was perfectly fine — and although jaehyun pulled up a blurry photo where haechan was making his way to his room as counter-evidence, you dismissed it because he might have just been on his way to the bathroom. 

“if you just go see for yourself-”

“no!” you sit up. “if you go about this logically, i broke up with him. that was my move. and despite that, i went back to him, then he rejected me. i can’t go back again. i can’t take another turn.” jaehyun looks at you sympathetically, because if you put it like that, you’re truly not allowed to go back. 

“so that’s what we’re going to do? we’re going to wait for him to come to you?” 

“but he’s not going to, that’s the thing.” jaehyun bit his lip. he didn’t want to give you false hope, because the way you put it: when you told him the whole story, it was highly possible that you and haechan had just been right for each other at the wrong time. 

you were distracted with the ceiling again. as casually as he could, he retrieved his phone, and decided to text mark. 

jaehyun: mark? u there?  mark: yea mark: bruh this party is not going well jaehyun: REALLY mark: we forgot the candles

jaehyun: oh  jaehyun: how's haechan doing mark: ngl he’s not doing too well i think mark: he misses y/n  jaehyun: what???? i thought he rejected her mark: yeah but he lowkey wishes he didn’t. actually idk or something along those lines

jaehyun: should she go to the party  mark: i have no idea. does she want to? jaehyun: she’s scared he doesn’t want her anymore mark: :(  mark: i genuinely don’t think that’s true

“who are you texting?” you look up at jaehyun, and he flushes with guilt. 

“no one. look, y/n,” he turns around to face you completely. “what if haechan regrets rejecting you, and he really misses you. would you go to the party?” 

you screwed up your face in thought. “no.” at jaehyun’s sound of protest, you repeated yourself, “no i wouldn’t. if he regrets something he has to come over and tell me. like how i went over and took back my breakup.” 

jaehyun groaned. you had a point and you were being stubborn about it. 

jaehyun: well she won’t go over. he has to come over and apologise if he wants her back

mark: really? 

several minutes pass. you’re drawing random shapes on your duvet, and jaehyun stares at his phone. and then- 

mark: asked haechan what he would do if hypothetically she was willing to make up  jaehyun: what’d he say  mark: does she really?  jaehyun: what’d you say 

mark: jaehyun this is haechan 

mark: does she really? 

x

“we need more snacks if we’re going to start a movie marathon now.” jaehyun put on his sweater, and grabbed your keys. “i’ll run to the store and get some. don’t fall asleep okay?” 

you nodded. you had finally come up with a viable solution, which was to distract yourself with as many movies it would take until you fell asleep, enough soju to knock yourself out, and a lavender scented candle. jaehyun had been surprisingly supportive, but you knew you had been difficult to comfort today and he was just glad to agree on something that wasn’t mindless guessing and guilty rants. walking to the kitchen to get out a bottle of soju, the sound of your doorbell suddenly pierced the quiet. was jaehyun back already? padding over to the door, you called out “already? also, didn’t you bring the keys-” 

the door opens, and you think you’re hallucinating, because haechan is standing there. no, he’s not just standing there, he’s moving towards you, and suddenly his arms are wrapped around your waist, and he’s buried his face in your neck. 

“haechan.” what are you supposed to do if you’re not sure if this is reality or not? you dig your fingernails into your palms and it hurts. you bite your cheek, and it stings. 

“i’m sorry.” he mumbles into your skin, and you’ve missed this: his lips moving against your neck, the low rasp of his voice when the hours drag past midnight. he pushes himself away from you, and through his bangs you can see his eyes. you haven’t seen them up close in a while. “i thought, if the feelings went away, if i could just stop thinking about you…” incoherent, stammering, and absolutely the picture of the boy you were sure you were going to love your whole life, he pressed on. “but i couldn’t. i can’t. i miss you all the time. you’re sorry for walking out on me, and i’m sorry for acting like i never knew you. i mean, it’s you-” he puts his hands on your cheeks, and his eyes shine like he has his whole world in his palms. “leave all you like. get scared, and run away. i’ll be waiting. i know you’ll come back to me. i love you.” 

you can feel yourself start to cry. “i was so sure you weren’t going to come over today.” 

“i was so sure too.” he lets out a breath. “so, so sure. i didn’t think you’d want me after what i said.” 

“oh haechan.” you hold him against you. “who wouldn’t want you?” 

x

instead of the movie marathon, the soju, and the lavender, you and haechan opened the presents you were going to give him. jaehyun had disappeared for the night: you would thank him some other day, but not now — today was for haechan and haechan alone. 

“you left your own birthday party?” 

“it’s okay, they don’t miss me.” haechan yawned a little, as he followed you in, his hand firmly in yours. neither of you wanted to let go: and so he clung to you as you went to get a glass of water, stumbling back to your bedroom, giddy at the feeling of having the other by your side again. 

crossing over to your closet, your hand still in his, you rooted around in it. “i have so many presents for you, you should open them right now.” you begin tossing them out onto the bed as haechan sat on the edge, playing with your fingers. 

“it’s not even my birthday anymore.” haechan’s head was reeling, as he realised he was sitting on your bed, in your room. he missed it too much. he hadn’t been here in months. but still, he pointed at the clock, which read 1:11 am. 

“i don’t care.” dragging out the last of the parcels, you looked at him tenderly, the both of you basking in the light of the relationship just healed. you felt like you were falling in love for the first time again, feeling inexplicably shy when he took your hand, as if he had never done so before. had he always looked at you so fondly? was his hair always this mussed up and lovely in the dim light of your room? was it too soon to kiss him? “i’ve really, really missed you haechan.”

your eyes flickering all over him were driving him insane. groaning, he swept the gifts to the side of the bed and clambered over to you in one swift motion, and before you knew it, his lips were slotted against yours. eagerly, you pushed your body against his, and once again felt his arms come up to hold you against him. the feeling of everything being new and exciting buzzed through your veins, as he ran his hands up and down your sides, your eyes closed and savoring every touch. 

coming up for air, you leaned back to look at him. his lips were swollen and his hair a mess, but the look in his eyes, his pupils dilated and his gaze unwavering, stirred something inside you. “someone’s hungry today.” 

he let out a laugh, and you felt like you wanted to press your ear against his chest to hear it vibrate against you. “i didn’t even get to have cake. stupid mark and his candles.” 

suddenly, you gasped. “haechan!” 

pulling away from you reluctantly, he blinked. “baby? what’s wrong?” 

“i haven’t said happy birthday to you.” sadly, you press your face against his, just like you had all those years ago when you told him you liked him. “happy belated birthday haechan,” you said, softly. 

he smiled, and the look lit up his whole face. it was that look that told you things were going to be okay. 

x

'you are cordially invited to haechan’s second 22nd birthday party. '

mark read out-loud off his phone to renjun the next day. renjun was nursing a terrible hangover, and moping around the kitchen trying to find the coffee machine (which mark could’ve sworn he saw chenle steal last night). mark and renjun were the only two who stayed over last night to watch haechan’s house while he left to do god-knows-what. 

“again? another birthday party? but his birthday’s over!” 

“that wasn’t a real party. i’m having a do-over.” haechan sauntered into the kitchen, hopping up onto the counter. he was really only here to pick up the toast you liked to eat for breakfast, and he wanted to get back to you immediately. 

“why?” renjun complained, giving up on the coffee and peering in the fridge. “it certainly felt like one.” 

“y/n wasn’t there.” haechan says confidently, and way too brightly for mark and renjun’s taste. “and plus, you guys forgot the candles to my birthday cake and just didn't bring it out. what’s a birthday without a cake?” 

“you were the one who left. also, ignoring that. ” renjun straightened, looking at haechan. “did you get back together with y/n?” 

haechan smiles, and it’s a dead giveaway. “yeah.”

mark let out a sigh of relief. “thank god. someone will bring the candles this time.”

#haechan angst #haechan fluff #haechan scenarios #nct angst #nct fluff #nct scenarios #nct imagines #haechan scenario

[starflungwaddledee]

Okay you gave me permission so now it's time to go fully autistic

*inhale*

So something I'm really interested in (mostly for my Bandee x Marx bias) is that comic with Marx and Bandee interacting, like, what's their relationship in this au, how'd they get to that point and heck, what was even happening? also it kinda seems like Bandee may be the main guy in this au or is just really important which makes me happy as Bandee isn't treated the best by Nintendo at all (hell, Sakrai said he didn't add Bandee into smash because he didn't like him) so seeing Bandee get the spotlight always brings me joy

And about the Meta and Galacta comic, it seems like Bandee plays a factor here too, with the mention of him being what gets the most reaction out of Meta and that makes sense because canonically Bandee is the weakest of the four and most likely to die quite easily, so it would make sense for the others to be protective of him

ALSO META BEING SEALED AWAY AND GALACTA SAYING HE'LL TAKE GOOD CARE OF, I'M ASSUMING BANDEE, DOES THAT MEAN GALACTA TAKES META'S PLACE??? HELLO???

anyway hi im really invested and also your art is fucking astounding

hell yea, fully autistic! the best kind of message! thank you also for the sweet words about my artwork ahhh! but hoo boy isn't this The Ask Ever. okay, let's get into it!

Bandee is, i think maybe obviously, my most specialist little guy ever and everything i make is likely about him in one way or another. so you're correct that he is indeed the main guy in both these AUs; he is the central protagonist which i think he deserves!!

(but he does also go through the angst blender a bit, just like... a warning. i adore happy endings but before that i do tend to meat-grind my faves pretty well in the drama machine.)

clockwork heart is actually a spin-off of awtdy (we do a little AU-ception in my household) which is our* primary au. (*a lot of my au work and headcanons are fleshed out very collaboratively with my girlfriend! the initial concept for awtdy was her idea, which i then very meanly shoved my bandee-important agenda into lmao)

awtdy sets this basic alternate world-state: during the Haltmann invasion, Galacta Knight defeats Meta Knight in battle and makes a wish on Star Dream to trade places.

this causes all sorts of terrible fun problems for everybody and basically gives rise to a bad timeline that a lot of folks do not come out of intact (rip floralia)

the Meta Knight vs Galacta Knight comic covers an important turning point in the story, where Meta Knight lets slip that he cares about Bandee the way he cares for Kirby. Meta Knight has an especially strong reaction to this for two reasons:

one is because, as you said, of the three remaining heroes Bandee is the most vulnerable-- seasoned and experienced fighter he may be, but against someone like Galacta Knight? 💦 he's still ultimately just a mortal dude. this obviously puts him at terrible risk, because Galacta Knight also considers him far more expendable than Kirby.

"i'll take good care of him" is transparently a threat and not actually... you know, kind.

secondly is because (unbeknownst to Galacta Knight) Bandee uniquely remembers Meta Knight. he knows that the timeline is screwed up and Galacta Knight is not meant to be there, and is actively working to rescue his real dad mentor. Meta Knight knows that if he's found out, Galacta Knight won't hesitate to kill him.

suffice to say the guilt of this would drive him capital i Insane!

as for the Marx "hurt like hell" comic, I am actually sorry to have to tell you that that scene is their first ever interaction in this au! 😂 in this alternate version of the story Marx is also aware of the timeline fuckery (due to his existence as an eldritch, temporal little creature) and he tracks Bandee down late in the game with a risky trade offer; which Bandee refuses. that's what's pictured in the comic!

it goes on for quite a long ways after that; though I don't know if it'll tickle your ship dynamic quite right because Marx is mildly antagonistic towards Bandee (and everyone) the whole time. so while they are cursed to be Stuck Together By The Narrative they are not really close or even particularly friendly.

they do indeed interact in it quite a lot, and I personally think Marx would gladly shoot his shot if he was offered it; but Bandee is neck-deep in a different ship for the entirety of awtdy and is especially miserable/pining as hell throughout clockwork heart.

but that's okay because Bandee is, uh-- totally fine!! he's normal. he's fine. he's very very fine and things will be very very okay.

#hopefully this last lil doodle is not too dark? #wanted to give u something for your marxdee needs bc i feel like i'm letting a fellow bandee rarepair shipper down 😭 #watch me skirt actually dropping my rarepair tho. even rarer than marxdee apparently! #anyway thank you so so much for this ask and your interest?! blew my mind that anyone cared even a little bit about the stuff i'm making <3 #my art #bandana waddle dee #awtdy au #clockwork heart au #asks #cw angst #cw blood

[setsugekka]

𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕪 𝕜𝕚𝕕𝕤༉‧₊˚✧

𝒷𝒶𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃

ׂׂૢ business attire | 12k ↳ colleagues/rivals to lovers, porn with plot, explicit sexual content.

summary: You have no qualms with doing what it takes to get ahead professionally: a white lie here, a bit of cheating there—sleeping with your boss? Simple.

Until a business trip with a rival colleague puts quite a wrench into all of that.

ׂׂૢ of floral lace | 11.2k ↳ strangers to lovers, meet-cute, unrequited (?) pining, explicit sexual content.

summary: Wedding planning is a stressful enough job as it is, without the added trouble of a handsome best man who can't seem to take his attention off of you.

But when it comes to 'meant to be,' maybe he knows something that you just don't quite know yet.

ׂׂૢ get you alone | 6k ↳ coworkers to lovers, idolverse, forbidden romance, explicit sexual content.

summary: In which your new job as the company financial advisor makes one thing loud and clear: the no dating the talent policy is one that is quite frequently disregarded.

ׂׂૢ hate & hurt (with all my love) | 12.5k ↳ childhood friends to lovers, friends with benefits, heavy angst, romance, sexual content.

summary: two things always remained true:

1) for better or for worse, change is inevitable.

and 2) chan always came back.

──☆ 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚜

❤ 22:27pm

𝓁𝑒𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒽𝑜

ׂׂૢ little do you know | 35k+ ↳ friends to lovers, kink exploration, explicit sexual content.

summary: Lee Minho is handsome, kind, and successful; yet can’t land a long term commitment.

And when it comes to the skeletons tucked away in his hedonistic closet, you’re going to find out precisely why that is.

ׂׂૢ a painted ship on a painted ocean | 26k ↳ arranged marriage au, historical au. royalty, slow burn, angst, idiots in love, sexual content.

summary: Forever was simple: meet a man you love, and live happily ever after.

A hope built on lies, and when it all comes crashing down, you find a new faith inside of the atrium at the countryside.

ׂׂૢ outsourcing | 5.8k ↳ ethical non-monogamy/hotwifing/cuckholding, explicit sexual content.

summary: With monogamy as the assumed, standard relationship model, what happens when a few years down the line, you and your husband come to the understanding that both of you are interested in exploring more?

You call his friend over for dinner and entertainment, of course.

ׂׂૢ west side | 6.5k ↳ kitchen table poly, explicit sexual content.

summary: a very special valentines with your two boyfriends.

ׂׂૢ harbinger | 16k ↳ supernatural, horror, fantasy, sexual content.

summary: Three months for a chance at saving his life, and simultaneously, changing yours.

But who’s saving who?

ׂׂૢ bad idea | 3.6k ↳ enemies to lovers (kinda), explicit sexual content.

summary: stuck in a vacation home with nobody but the most annoying man in your friend group, there’s not a lot offered to help take the edge off.

a couple of glasses of wine and a crazy idea might, though.

ׂׂૢ the sun will rise, and we will try again | 11.6k ↳ friends to lovers, unrequited love, angst, porn with plot, explicit sexual content.

summary: Minho would tell himself everyday that it was good enough. That he was happy enough. Content enough. Alive just enough.

He chose you over himself, you just never really knew it.

──☆ 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚜

❤ 2:30am

𝓈𝑒𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝒷𝒾𝓃

ׂׂૢ hedonism | 10.2k ↳ friends with benefits, drama, porn with plot, explicit sexual content.

summary: Spring break with your boyfriend Jisung was supposed to be relaxing, except for the fact that you desperately want to fuck his best friend, Changbin.

𝒽𝓌𝒶𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝓎𝓊𝓃𝒿𝒾𝓃

ׂׂૢ obvious | 1.8k ↳ established relationship, explicit sexual content.

summary: hyunjin adores the sight of you. all versions of it.

ׂׂૢ 8 degrees | 2.3k ↳ established relationship, explicit sexual content.

summary: hyunjin loves so many things about you, and your willingness to placate his adventurous streak is certainly one of them.

𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒿𝒾𝓈𝓊𝓃𝑔

ׂׂૢ open 24 hours | 4.5k ↳ meet cute, strangers to lovers, explicit sexual content.

summary: The little store just below doesn’t have much to offer beyond stale chips and lukewarm drinks, but the guy who works there more than makes up for it.

──☆ 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚜

❤ 3:14am

[naancypants]

I think I've pinpointed the main reason I'm so viscerally unhappy with the direction the writers chose to go in with Nace -- obviously this is just my opinion, so any use of objective terms like "supposed to be", etc is not meant to be taken literally. It's just me airing out my takes on the storytelling.

For me, one of the most appealing things about Nace is how they juxtapose all of Nancy's other romantic endeavors. From the beginning, it's been different with Ace. He isn't a fast-moving hookup or a form of escapism. He gradually grows into the role of a best friend, a partner, someone she is emotionally open with, and the person who can keep her steady when shit hits the fan. Ace's presence encourages Nancy to embrace love (especially self-love) rather than facilitating her urge to push it away.

I associate Nick and Owen, Nancy's season 1 ships -- which ideally would establish a starting point for her -- with Nancy resigning to choices or circumstances that are out of her control, and having to move on from something she really wanted to make work. Both of these relationships were ripped from her grasp, thus leading to pain and reinforcing her belief that she isn't deserving of That Kind of love.

Do you see where I'm going with this?

Season 4 has essentially applied these negative season 1 traits to Nancy/Ace, her supposed endgame, with the curse and how it has torn them apart. I've always believed her endgame should break down these patterns entirely, not slap a new coat of paint on them. The idea is for Nancy to learn that true love doesn't HAVE to be painful, that love shouldn't break your spirit. Not when it's the right person. There's no real reason to be rehashing angst and hopelessness and rebounds this late in the game -- not with Ace, who is narratively recognized as The One. This should be the relationship for Nancy that symbolizes joy and the warmth of falling for a friend. It should feel cozy and stable. Why would we want to validate Nancy's belief that great love must come with great suffering? I've always loved Nace for the themes of growth that it reflects in Nancy's character -- that she is learning what real love feels like, that she is embracing her most authentic self, that she has moved away from the closed-off girl we met at the start who used relationships as a distraction from her pain.

Ace is supposed to represent comfort, security, and a safe haven from the strife that surrounds Nancy's life... yet now he is the central cause of her strife. I don't want her to be miserable because of whatever is going on with Ace. I want Ace to be her solace from whatever else is making her miserable! That's how this relationship was built to function!!! That was the entire point!!!!!

I can't help but feel like this star-crossed drama sours their connection a little, when I ship them specifically for the way Ace has always been an anomaly for her; someone with whom she could let her guard down and communicate freely due to the harmonious undercurrent between them. Now they can't make it through (1) conversation without 'breaking up' or stabbing each other in the heart. It's exhausting. It's counterintuitive to everything I love about them. I don't expect a relationship without its bumps in the road, but their arc is so dramatic and heightened now, it's like the writers have disregarded why these two worked so well together in the first place.

All I ever wanted was a sweet little slowburn coworkers-to-besties-to-lovers arc where they both surprise themselves by falling for each other 💐 of course I'm still rooting for them to end up together, but it hurts to know that what was once my #1 currently-airing OTP is barely even a shell of what I hoped it would be.

#nace #cw nancy drew #cwnd #cwnd spoilers #negativity tag #analysis post #feel free to ignore meeee i just needed to put it into words

[krmy2386]

Admirals’ Daughters

Beau “Cyclone” Simpson x Kazansky!Reader

Sorry it took a while! Hard to think up the right idea for Cyclone!

I made up a character to be the Asshole because I couldn’t sacrifice one of the lovable ones (and I named her after a particularly mean teacher I had in high school🤣🤣🤣)

PLEASE DON’T STEAL!!!

Be Kind!😅❤️

Warnings: Age gap(not specified) Iceman’s death, begging, ANGST!

Summary: Reader overhears her boyfriend talking about the reputation of Admirals’ daughters.

✨Whose ready to see our Admiral Simpson beg on his knees???

My dad, Admiral Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, died 2 months ago. It somehow feels like it was just yesterday, and also a lifetime ago. He was a decorated pilot for the navy, a great friend to everyone who knew him, and the best father anyone could ask for.

My dad and I talked about everything. It was hard to keep things from him, so he immediately knew when I started seeing someone new. Thankfully he was patient enough to let me tell him on my own time.

When Beau “Cyclone” Simpson and I finally came clean about our relationship, we had been secretly seeing each other for about 4 months. We met for the first time at a Family Day on base. There had been a small award ceremony for my dad and the other Admirals, Beau included. The day activities were over and I was waiting for my father in his office when Beau came in. He said he saw me that morning and wanted to get to know me more. I thought it was one joke at first. Many pilots have tried over the years with many Admirals’ daughters. But deep down I felt he was different.

Despite the obvious age gap, we actually had a great relationship. Unlike previous boyfriends, Beau treated me like a Princess. Yes he was older, by a fair amount, but I knew he loved me and he would take care of me. Thankfully dad knew that too. He said he didn’t expect this, but was relieved that it was someone established rather than some young-buck just screwing around. We took that as him giving us his blessing.

No one else knew. Beau said he didn’t want anyone on base talking about my family even more than already did. But I suspect he didn’t want to deal with the gossip and other drama that came with being with an Admiral’s daughter. I had heard horror stories from Penny about how they used to talk about her.

I understand his point, but its hard to be okay with someone you love wanting to keep you a secret.

————————————————————————

I try to breath as I sit in my car, preparing to walk in to the base.

When I was little I loved going to the base with my dad. It was so exciting to see all the planes and watch them take off. Even as I got older I just enjoyed spending time with my dad. Now, that place is a grim reminder that my dad is gone.

I told my mom I would pick up the items from his office. Most of the big stuff was already gone, so it was mainly just pictures and plaques left. I knew my mom couldn’t handle it. My “Uncle” Maverick offered but I felt like dad would want me to do it.

I finally got out of the car and walked to the front door. I was greeted by Maverick who walked me to his office. I knew how much my dad meant to him. This was going to be as hard on him as it was on me.

“How are you holding up, kid?” Uncle Mav asked as we got to the office door.

I sighed, “I’m not great, but I’m better than I was.”

Mav chuckled, “I understand. He told me you know?”

“About what?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“You and Cyclone.” He said, and I froze.

“Mav-“ I started to explain, but he interrupted.

“I support you, Y/N. Don’t Get me wrong I don’t always see eye to eye with that man. But your father was actually happy with the relationship.” He smiled, “He made both of us promise to take care of you after he was gone. I trust he will.”

“Thank you! I Love you Uncle Mav!” I hugged him tightly.

“Love you too, kid!” He signed looking at a picture of the two of them.

“Did I ever tell you about the first time I made your dad ride my motorbike?” He laughed.

We spent the time in the office telling stories of my dad and reminiscing. It was exactly what my dad would have wanted.

————————————————————————

After about an hour we were done. We were headed to leave when we heard voices outside of the door.

“I hope Y/N will be okay.” Said a female voice I didn’t recognize, “We all know the reputation of Admirals’s daughters.”

They clearly didn’t know I was here. Why were they talking about me?

“Look at Penny. She went wild when her dad died.” The unknown voice said.

I saw Maverick’s face. He looked ready to bust through the door. Maverick reached to thrown open the door but I stopped him. I wanted to hear what they said.

“Y/N will be fine. She’s a strong girl. You two need to mind your business.” Warlock was quick to intervene.

“She’s just staying the obvious, Warlock.” Said a voice Y/N knew quite well. It was Beau.

“Maybe we’ll get lucky,” unknown added, “maybe she’ll find a healthy coping mechanism for her daddy issues. Unlike Penny.”

At that moment my heart broke.

Maverick saw it in my face. Before I knew it he opened the door.

“Well Y/N, I think that’s everything.” Maverick said loudly, he wanted them to hear and wanted them to feel embarrassed that they were gossiping about us. The two men and the woman all froze at the sound of Maverick’s voice.

“Thanks for your help Mav! I really appreciate it!” I said, still trying to process what happened.

“Hello Y/N, I’m Captain Stanfield, it’s lovely to see you!” She said, clearly thinking she got alway with talking about me.

“Likewise.” I said, I recognized her from the funeral. She had only been here a few months. What right does she have judge if me and Penny?

I glanced at the two men. Warlock just looked at the ground, poor guy was probably terrified. And Beau just stared at me.

“Well, I’m leaving. Best of luck to you all.” I said turning towards the door, trying to leave before my tears actually fell.

“But you’ll be back,” Beau said worried. He quickly caught himself and added, “for Family Days and what not. You know your family is always welcome.” Of course he was hiding us, again. That’s what he was concerned about? That my family shows up to support a program of cocky pilots talking behind people backs? I’ve had it.

I took one step closer to him, and stared into his eyes. In a split second I decided to make them pay for what they said. For me, for Penny, and for all Admirals’ daughters who get trashed talked by grown ass men and women

“No,” I stated clearly. “I never want to see any of you. Ever. Again.” I said, now trying to contain my rage instead of tears. “I will never set foot on this base again.”

Then I turn my attention to Captain Stanfield, “And the next time you want to comment on any Admiral’s daughter remember just how much that Admiral did for you. How much they sacrificed, how much work they did to keep your asses safe. And remember how much pain their family went through when he died.”

As I turned and rushed out of the door I heard Maverick yell, “Ice asked you to do one thing! You fucked it up!”

I practically ran down the hallway crying, clutching the box of my dad’s things before I finally made it to my car.

How could Beau say that? Did he agree with her? Was that why he wanted to keep us a secret?

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I dropped the box off at my mom’s house before heading home. It was like I was on auto pilot as I drove. I was in a state of numbness from what happened that day. I had way too many emotions in my head. I decided to get a hot bath in hopes it will wash the crappy feeing off of me.

I sat in the tub with bubbles and a glass of wine. I just started thinking.

Why didn’t Beau want to tell people about me?Was it the age thing? Or the Admiral’s daughter thing? Or was it something else?

As I was sitting in the tub I heard furious knocking on my door. I knew exactly who it was.

“No.” I said out loud to myself. “No. No. No. I am not letting him in.” I knew I needed to stand my ground on this.

After a minute or two the knocking stopped. I was relieved he’d given up so I could have peace. But also slightly offended he quit so quickly.

Then the bathroom door swung open and I screamed.

“Y/N! It’s me!” Beau said trying to calm me down, “you gave me a key remember?”

“Get out!” I hissed at him. I grabbed a towel trying to cover myself while I stood up.

“We need to talk.” He tried to reason.

“I’m in the tub! Does now look like the time I want to talk?” I yelled.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before.” He said trying to joke.

I glared at him as hard as I could. “Well considering we are no longer together, you no longer get to look. Get out!”

He looked crushed at my words, but he nodded and walked out so I could get dressed.

So much for peace.

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I knew he was downstairs. I knew no matter how many times I told him to leave, he wouldn’t. Not until he at least tried to talk things through. I got dressed as slow as I could. I wanted him to suffer a little more.

I finally walked downstairs and saw him sitting in my couch. Head in his hands, and he was crying. Through out our time together I had seen Beau in many different situations, but I honestly had never seen him cry.

“Beau,” I said softly, “you need to leave.”

“No. Not until we fix this.” He said.

I scoffed, “Fix what? My ‘daddy issues’?”

“Princess,” he started, “I’m sorry. I should’ve spoken up. I shouldn’t have let her say that-“

I stopped him there, “What about what you said? You agreed! Do you really think I’m the kind of person to act up when something bad happens? You really don’t know me do you?”

He stood up and stood face to face with me.

“I know everything about you. Your favorite color, your favorite food, your fears, everything! And I know that loosing your father has been the hardest thing you’ve ever dealt with and yes I am worried. I’m worried that I don’t know how to help you though your grief. I’m worried because I couldn’t handle if something happened to you. But no, that doesn’t excuse what happened today. I’m so sorry, Princess.”

I felt my resolve slipping at that nickname. He called me that jokingly the first time we met. He said since my dad was basically the King of Top Gun that I must me the Princess.

“Beau, it’s not just today.” I sighed. “I can’t- I won’t be your secret anymore. I deserve more than that.”

Beau nodded, “I know. I told them.”

I was stunned, “you told them about us?”

“Yes. I told Stanfield, Warlock and Hondo. Maverick said he already knew. I should’ve figured Iceman told him.” He scoffed.

“Yeah. Maverick told me today that he knew” I said remembering how supportive he was.

“I told them that I am in love with you. That you are the best thing that had ever happened to me. And if anyone ever talks about you again I’ll either have their wings taken or their bodies in the ground.” He said seriously.

I looked up at him, “Beau, I don’t know if-“

He immediately fell to his knees in-front of me.

“Please! Please forgive me! I can’t lose you!” He said desperately.

He grabbed me and pulled me into him, hurrying his head into my stomach. “I’ll do anything just please forgive me!”

I thought back to what was said. I know he is concerned and I know I can for give him. But there is one thing all of them need to do.

“I forgive you Beau.” I said and his head shot you to look at me, “There is one condition.”

“Anything!” He said fully prepared to do whatever it takes.

“Penny deserves an apology. She’s had enough crappy things happen to her, she doesn’t need anymore rude pilots trying to get a laugh at her expense.” I said.

He nodded quickly, “Done! We’ll go first thing tomorrow!” He said standing up and pulling me in to a kiss.

When he kissed me it felt like all the breath was taken from my body. When we pulled apart he hugged me and let out a huge sigh of relief.

“If it makes you feel any better,” he started, “Maverick threatened to have Phoenix beat up Stanfield.”

I laughed, “He needs to be careful. My dad isn’t there to get him out of trouble anymore.”

“No, but I am,” Beau said, “Your dad made me promise to look out for you both. He knew I loved you and he wanted you to be happy. But he was very much concerned with Maverick getting himself killed.”

We both laughed. I knew Beau would fulfill his promise to my dad.

Both of them.

Thank you for the encouragement❤️❤️❤️

@bubblesmaketheworldgoround-blog @b-bradshaw @t-rexs @quentinfiletmignon @boringusername3 @bbooks-and-teas @abditory-writes @mys2425 @k-6196 @superioraxolotl @disneylaanddicaprio @jedi-issue-scopes @svndancekidd @rosiahills22 @timbradfordsboot

#top gun maverick #cyclone #beau simpson #jon hamm #pete maverick mitchell #x reader

[danpuff-ao3]

the obvious one: snarry!

Hiya Ashes!!!! Thank you not only for sending an ask, but for giving me an opportunity to chat more about my beloved. 😍 Very kind of you!

1.) What made you ship it?

I answered this a bit yesterday in a different ask from Liv, but basically some combination of Harry and Snape being my favorite characters, and the idea sort of clicking after I read a Drarry fic where Snape had the hots for Draco ("okay...Draco/Harry...Draco/Snape...but what about Harry/Snape????") After that I dived into the deep end of the Snarry pool and never came up for air. 🤣 They just clicked for me.

It's like...I don't know. I guess I love them both so much (and always did love them) for a reason, and the more I read the more it made sense. At first it was the taboo nature that appealed to me, not gonna lie. The age difference, the student/teacher, the love/hate, the angst. There were so many darkness and grittiness and angstiness in those earlier fics that simply sang to my soul. I was so young (11) when I discovered it, so I don't think I was rationalizing it back then, but over time it just...I saw more of their similarities and how they fit together and how they worked together. I saw all the ways they could clash and and fight and break, and mold and mend and heal. All they ways they could be each other's strength, and weakness. The ways they could make each other better, and make each other worse. The ways they could hurt each other, the ways they could fulfill each other.

Typing that all out reminded me of a song that always gave me Snarry feels:

And then I crashed into you And I went up in flames, could've been the death of me But then you breathed your breath in me And I crashed into you Like a runaway train, you will consume me But I can't walk away

"Crashed" by Daughtry

2.) What are your favorite things about the ship?

OHO WHERE DO I BEGIN????

First of all, they're soulmates. No, I am not accepting criticism at this time.

The stag and doe patronuses???? Helloooo. Meant to be.

Also: their synastry: here and here.

The "wrongness" of it between the age gap, the power imbalance, and Harry being the savior while Severus is a spy (and ex-Death Eater.) Not to mention all the complicated ties and baggage with Snape's ex best friend being Lily and his school bullies were James (the father) and Sirius (the godfather.) Imagine an AU where everyone lives...even if Severus never was a Death Eater, or Harry's professor, how much drama would ensue just from those ties alone???? SO MUCH AND I LOVE IT.

Harry's fame and Severus' infamy. How everyone will always hero-worship Harry and see him through rose-colored glasses while Severus is feared and/or hated by so many people (particularly his pupils.) The popularity/unpopularity alone would raise so many eyebrows and raise so many questions.

I love their flaws. Severus being such a snarky bastard, and Harry being a sassmaster. Severus being so temperamental and rude and strict and proud. Harry being reckless and a bit self-righteous and pretty hot-headed himself. They're both rather intense and obsessive. Even their physical flaws do things to me. Harry's wild hair and his knobby knees. Severus' hooked nose and greasy hair.

I love their virtues, too. I often wax poetic about flaws, but the good stuff is just as nice! They're both curious, and passionate, and bold. They're both intelligent in their own ways, Severus more academic and Harry with more intuitive, gut-knowledge. Severus being so skilled in the mental realm, Harry in the physical. The ways those different intelligences complement each other and balance each other. They're both magically skilled and powerful. They love both love magic. They're both a bit adventurous, Severus with his experimentation and invention, Harry with his quests and sneaking. They're both very strong, and brave. They both overcame so much hardship in life, from their younger years and onward, neither of them really catching much of a break. They both played such vital roles in the war. They were both used as tools and weapons in the war effort, seen more for their use than personal, individual value. They were both determined to help and win and do what was right. Both were willing to die for the cause (and did.) They're both loyal, devoted, determined men.

They can see themselves in each other, for better and worse. And once they break down the walls between them, those parts of them can meet and blend and work together.

Best of all...for two men who were once seen as worthless, as targets, and later valued for their usefulness, all the joy they can find in being seen for themselves, and accepted and understood and even loved for those things. And how two men who suffered so much finding love and joy and fulfillment in one another. And I love to imagine their future together, totally obsessed with each other, challenging each other, and growing together. Traveling, maybe, with Severus foraging for material and studying new things while Harry explores new places and hobbies and meets new people. Their individual goals aligning, giving them space, but also a place to meet, and all the things they can respect in one another.

3.) Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Hmmm!! Nothing I have a problem with regarding Snarry, but maybe my preferences can cause issues! See, I really like the more questionable parts of their dynamic. I like the underage stuff, I like the student/teacher. I love dub-con and angst. I dig the toxic relationship vibes. I dig the love/hate. I love the fighting and the tension. I love them when they're mean. I love it dark and gritty and awful. I love the weird stuff. I have an undying devotion to "ugly" Snape. (Better explained: here.) (Sorry for all the extra suggested reading LOL.) I like other characters having negative reactions to the relationship.

For all the "issues" I need there to be love deep down, and passion. I need them to be absolutely bonkers for each other, even if they handle it badly.

I've had some of my favorite stories and depictions come under fire before but a gal likes what she likes, what can I say 🤷‍♀️

(....sorry for talking your eyeballs off 🤣 But idk what anyone can expect when getting me going about Snarry!)

ship asks

answered: Dramione, Snarry

#asked & answered #ship asks #snarry

[maya-matlin]

Hi! I’d love to hear your view on Julian and Brulian? Like other people have pointed out, he had a whole different personality initially before they decided to lean into his dorky side. But even when they wisely tried to make him adorkable, there’s just something about him I don’t fully love and trust—maybe it’s the actor’s line deliveries, or the way even as an adult he’s so fixated with a group of high schoolers from a school he didn’t even attend (a movie and then a documentary in which he inserts himself lol?!), or just how he he seemed less of a real character than just a love interest for Brooke. And honestly I thought he had more chemistry with Alex! I love the idea of Brooke with a sweet but strong dork, but as much as I like some brulian gifsets, when I actually watch their scenes they just don’t click for me. I hope this makes sense!

I like Julian fine. He wasn't one of my favorite characters, but I thought he mostly fit into later seasons OTH. But I have to admit that there were several occasions where I would compare him to Lucas. It wasn't just within his relationship with Brooke. Julian was friends with Nathan, close with Jamie (even making him his best man!), was involved with both of Lucas's main love interests and like Lucas, created media. Even though Clay was technically Lucas's replacement, Julian was the one primarily serving that role. His characterization was kind of all over the place. Like you said, Julian literally changed personalities based on the season. I'm not sure if it was a deliberate shift in the writing or if Julian's personality changed because of Austin Nichols. I have no insight on this. I haven't watched a single interview with Austin and have zero behind the scenes tea other than he dated Sophia for years.

In terms of weak performances, the worst was by far in season 9 when Julian fell into a dark hole after leaving his son in the hot car. I wasn't at all sold on the angst or Julian's pain. Julian was just selfishly throwing himself into danger and inserting himself into Nathan's kidnapping arc just to make himself feel less guilty. It didn't suit him. This is a perfect example of comparing Julian to Lucas. I completely understand that the Lucas/Dan history meant the two teaming up was highly unlikely, but Chad 100% could have pulled off the tough guy stuff in that context. Then at the very end of the series, Julian essentially replaces Lucas when he writes HIMSELF into the story of Lucas's high school life, stealing the moment where he makes the winning shot at the state championship. I mean, it was probably just Mark Schwahn's petty bullshit, but still.

LOL yeah. Looking back, Julian's introduction was kind of sketchy. To a degree, I think that was intentional. Julian showing up as Peyton's jilted ex was a misdirect. We were meant to think he was going to cause trouble for Lucas and Peyton only for him to end up with Brooke instead. So with that knowledge, it turns out Julian decided to read Lucas's book and, like the entire world apparently, realized it was the greatest story ever told and became personally invested.

You're making complete sense! I feel the same way. I'm aware Julian is a good man and was a loving, devoted husband to Brooke, but I just don't feel it. The actors were doing everything right and the writing was solid, but there's just no passion. It's nice, but it's not particularly exciting. I'm happy for Brooke, but my feelings don't go beyond that. When it comes to Julian/Alex, I pretty much agree. I'm mostly glad they never got together because their friendship was so good and genuine that it didn't need to be muddled up with relationship drama. But at the same time, they pulled me in far more than Brooke and Julian ever did.

My stance is pretty much that it should have been Brucas together with Naley in the final episode. Julian was only in Tree Hill for Brooke. Peyton wanted out of her hometown, even attempting to leave multiple times to go to Jake, and really only came back for Lucas. Both Brooke and Lucas had a lot of love and nostalgia for their small town and seemed truly happy returning to it after college. It just makes sense.

#Anonymous #Ignore my cringy pro Brucas paragraph even though I stand by it

[theehcneypot]

CHAPTER ONE: WE MEET AGAIN. 

PAIRING: Seijuro Akashi x OC (Kasumi Hashimoto)

TYPE: Drama, Angst, contract marriage AU

WORD COUNT: 2,314

WARNING(S) FOR THIS CHAPTER: Cheating, Swearing, slight violence? if I miss anything let me know please.

A/N: This is the first chapter of this story  that I’m writing, I’ve had this story idea for awhile and finally decided to write it. I hope you all enjoy this piece from me, I do have many more story ideas I plan to write but I’ve had the most muse for this one!

“CONGRATULATION!” her family cheered, hearing their cheers brought a bright smile to Kasumi’s face as she made her way over to her parents and siblings stood. “We are so proud of you Kasumi! “ her mother spoke as she walked over and gave Kasumi a hug “we know that you are going to do great things!” her father declared giving her his brightest smile. Hearing the encouraging words from her parents filled Kasumi’s heart with so much joy. Today was her graduation day, and she had finally gotten her masters in medicine, feeling extremely accomplished the only down side of today was the fact that her fiancé and best friend weren’t here to celebrate with her due to work. 

But knowing she would see Aoi tonight at her bachelorette party and Hiroto tomorrow at their wedding kind of made up for it. After taking pictures, saying goodbye to her classmates and having dinner with her family Kasumi and her sisters sent their parents home. Arriving at the hotel Kasumi and her sisters were met by Aoi was checking in “hey! I’m soooo sorry I had to miss your graduation” she pouted as she ran up to hug Kasumi, causing Kaori to give the female a disgusting look before turning to Kaiya who mugged the female. Knowing that neither one of her sisters like Aoi and only tolerated her for her sake, Kasumi ignored them and hugged Aoi back. Hooking arms with Kasumi, Aoi led the way to the hotel room with Kaori and Kaiya trailing behind the two.

Once the bachelorette party came to an end Kaori and Kaiya had left to go home, while Kasumi laid slumped over on the couch and Aoi went to call Hiroto to come and get Kasumi. Fifteen minutes later Hiroto arrived and went to the room Aoi told them they were, stepping inside he found a drunk Kasumi sound asleep on the couch. “Must have been a wild night” he commented as he bent down and moved a strand of hair behind her ear, “Hiroto...” an alluring voice called startling him. Turning in the direction of the voice, he was met with Aoi who quickly threw herself onto him seductively rubbing up and down his chest with a devilish smile plastered on her face.

“Aoi you know we can’t do anything, especially while Kasumi is sleep” he whispered trying to pry the female off of him whole glancing back to make sure that Kasumi had not woken up. “But babe, she’s passed out drunk she isn’t going to wake up” she whined, placing a kiss on his neck “plus I really, really want you so bad” she purred as she continued to trail kisses along his neck before playing her lips onto his which turned into a full blown make out session in front of a sleeping Kasumi. But what Aoi and Hiroto fail to realize is that Kasumi wasn’t sleep, she wasn’t even as drunk as she claimed to be.

Listening to the disgusting sounds of Hiroto and Aoi making out, Kasumi held down the puke that threaten to release itself as she continued to listen to the two people she thought she could trust.  “Let’s take this to the bathroom, you love that don’t you?” Hiroto suggested as he started pulling Aoi towards the bathroom, “go ahead and start the water babe I’ll be there shortly” she spoke sweetly giving him one last kiss as she watched him go into the bathroom. Turning back to look at Kasumi with a sinister smile etch across her face bent down to Kasumi’s ear “Hiroto is mine and I refuse for the two of you to get marry, just you wait Kasumi, I will have what was always meant to mines” she whispered before walking to the bathroom and shutting the door behind her.

After five minutes Kasumi got up from the couch, hearing moans and grunts coming from the bathroom, she turned her face up in disgust as she fought the urge to bust in there and catch them in the act. Quickly gathering her things she swiftly and quietly made her way out of the room. Pulling her phone out she quickly sent a text to the group chat consisting her, Kaori, Kaiya and Mayumi, hoping that one of the three were still up. Finally outside of the hotel, she hailed a taxi, sliding in she gave the driver the address to her apartment. The whole ride to her apartment, Kasumi starting thinking of her next move, after somewhat witnessing what Kaori and the rest of the girl were hinting at, the only think she could do was blame herself for not reading the room or taking notice sooner.

If she had she probably wouldn’t be dealing with this dilemma to begin with, but what’s done is done and Kasumi knew that she definitely wasn’t going to marry Hiroto. Once she arrived at her apartment, Kasumi’s phone rang, glancing at the caller ID it was Kaori who was calling. “You okay?, Did you make it home?” Kaori started questioning, not allowing Kasumi to get a word in. 

“Would you shut up and let me talk!” she shouted into the phone, making Kaori stop mid-sentence.

“Look can I come and stay over at your place, I’ll explain everything once I get there I just need to grab my things as quickly as possible” she spoke hastily making sure she said everything she needed before Kaori bombarded her with more questions, giving Kasumi the okay, the sisters hung up with Kaori saying she would be in five while Kasumi grabbed her things. Turning the lights on she looked around the place that held so many happy memories for her but was destroyed tonight after discovering Hiroto infidelity and with her best friend at that. Knowing she only had a few minutes before her sister arrived she grabbed her duffle bag and started gathering her essentials, stopping briefly as she stared at the photo frame that held a picture of her and Hiroto on their first date, she grabbed the picture frame glaring at it as an urge to throw it across the room and shatter it into pieces rose. But she didn’t, not wanting to raise any suspicions when Hiroto came home and find her gone she set the frame back down on the coffee table.

Hearing the sound of a car horn, Kasumi knew that Kaori had just pulled up. Double checking to make sure she had everything she needed she locked the apartment up and made her way outside to her sister’s truck. Throwing her back in the back seat, she hopped up into the passenger seat and buckled up herself up. Glancing over at Kaori, not being able to hold it in any longer “y-you were right all along” she announced just before breaking down in front of her twin. Realizing what her twin meant, Kaori reached over and hugged her sister trying to console her as much as possible. As much as she wished she wasn’t right, Kaori always had an inkling feeling about Aoi, making sure she was already she went back to her original position and pulled off heading to her house as Kasumi told her everything that happened back at the hotel.

A little after midnight. 

On the east side of Tokyo, a sense of heaviness filled the air as heavy gray clouds obscured the sky. Light rain pouring down, pinging against the glass window of a black luxury limousine, on the inside of that limousine sat a shadowy figure, glaring at the scene that was taking place on his laptop screen. Seething with rage as the scene continued to unfold in front of him, after a few more minutes of watching Akashi slammed his screen down, throwing the laptop across the backseat. he felt disgusting after listening and seeing his fiancé Ichika all over another male. But it wasn’t the fact that she was making love to another man, oh no Akashi she Ichika was slut the day he met her no but really boiled his blood was the fact that this bitch thought he could pull one over him.

Listening to her explaining her plan to her lover of how she planned on duping Akashi and his family of their money and ruining their reputation due to some old family rivalry, pissed him smooth the fuck off. Crossing his right leg over his left Akash began to plot out his next move, he knew that there were a couple of ways could go about this. On one hand he could publicly break off their engagement and humiliate her to the public but then there was the possibility of her family hiring someone to try and get close to him and his family, and trust was something hard for Akashi to do, with his wealth and status he was never sure of who he could and couldn’t trust which is why he kept most people at an arm length except for those that he grew up with.

Thinking about that his trust issue made him even more angry to know that three years were wasted on him spending his time with Ichika just for her to turn around and betray him, time that he wouldn’t be able to get back. Another option would be to hire someone to just make her and her family disappear but he felt that would be too simple and easy and for his last option would be to find someone else marry, at least that way Ichika wouldn’t be entitled to any of his and his family assets, but who could he find on such short notice, not to mention it would have to be someone he could trust that would betray him like Ichika did.

“Boss, where would you like to go now?” Aiko, his driver asked, causing Akashi to emerge from his thoughts, knowing that if he went home he wouldn’t be able to control his anger and end up doing something drastic and irritational. Grabbing his phone and went to his contacts scrolling through until he landed on Midorima’s name, pressing the call button he waited for his friend to answer, hoping that the male was still up at this hour of the night. Knowing how intelligent Midorima is, he would be the one to help him figure out what to do next with this situation.

“Hello” a monotonous voice answered, indicating that Midorima had finally picked up the phone. “Are you home? I need to speak with you, it’s urgent” Akashi responded as he signal for Aiko to drive toward Midorima’s house. “I’m at Aomine’s house with Aya, so come here if you need me” he reply, hearing Aomine in the background asking Midorima who he was talking to and inviting over to his house. Akashi gave Aiko the command to go to Aomine’s house “I’ll be there shortly” he spoke before disconnecting the call. Placing his phone in his suit pocket, he closed his eyes while Aiko drove to the destination. Thirty minutes later, he arrived at Aomine’s house, waiting for Aiko to come around and open the door for him, Akashi took a deep breath as she stepped out of the car, seeing many vehicles parked he wondered if Aomine and his wife thrown a party and didn’t invite him due to his fiancé. Standing in front of the door, Akashi rang the doorbell, awaiting for Aomine or his wife Kaori to open the door.

Suddenly the door swung open revealing Aomine, who welcomed his former captain, Akashi pushed passed him and stepped inside the house immediately looking for Midorima “who pissed in your cereal?” he questioned noticing his grim demeanor, any other time Akashi would greet the other party back as a sign of manners, but Akashi was still furious about Ichika and her plans. Once in the living room Akashi notice that Midorima wasn’t the only one here, but so were the rest of his former teammates and Kagami as well as their significant others.

“Why are you all here? he inquired, as he glanced around the room at each individual seated. “Kasumi stumbled upon a betrayal tonight” Kaiya answered, “the real question is what’s going on with you? Shouldn’t you be preparing for a wedding tomorrow? Kaori asked as she folded her arms across her chest, with one brow raised. Not ready to speak about his discovery of Ichika, Akashi ignored Kaori’s question completed and turned his attention back to Kaiya ready to ask a follow-up question “what’s going?” he asked concern laced in his voice. Before anyone could say anything “Kasumi found out Hiroto had been cheating on her!” Kise blurted out causing everyone to glare at the blonde including his girlfriend. “And with her best friend!” Takao spoke up from the floor, causing everyone to turn their attention to him “where the hell did you come from? and how did you get in my house?” Aomine asked, confused on how they didn’t see him here.

At that moment Kasumi wished she could run away from the humiliation she felt in that moment that her business had been broadcasted in front of the Akashi Seijuro. Although were never close they did hang in the same group of friends and during social event the two would even talk occasional from time to time and she held a lot of respect for Akashi even though he come off intimidating. Lifting her head a little so she could glance at the male, but quickly looked down, unable to meet the male’s eyes, as she pressed her lips together tightly. Staring at Kasumi, Akashi could tell that the female was embarrassed, thinking of a way to make the situation less awkward, he cleared his throat as a way to get the female attention “Well...looks like we meet again, Kasumi.”

#the arrangement. #akashi seijuo #knb akashi #knb. #knb #akashi x oc #seijuro akashi #anime fanfic #anime fanfiction #knb x oc #knb fluff #knb angst #kuroko no basket #seijuro #akashi seijūrō #anime

[agentravensong]

who wants to hear a new story idea i just came up with this morning? no one? cool, let's do it.

inspiration-wise, it's a kind of more meta take on the stories of choice-based "interactive drama" horror games like the quarry - not meta in the sense that the characters become aware they're literally in a video game (this story idea isn't meant to be a game; would probably work best as a tv show tbh), but in a more indirect sense. it would also be better written /lh

the premise is we have a group of young adults who were all in high school together, and the youngest of them has now just graduated from college. to celebrate, they organize a meet-up with all their friends at a camp in the woods where they all spent a weekend as high schoolers, as a "let's reconnect and see how far we've come" sort of thing.

now, all the characters have slightly different memories of what happened that weekend those years ago, as they discover when they first arrive for the reunion and start reminiscing. they've even had nightmares - some more frequently and more harrowing than others - of terrible things that happened there. but none of them* believe those nightmare versions with supernatural elements to be true (because otherwise why the hell would they go back?). * except for potentially a character one or a couple who decide to risk going back to see what the truth actually was and/or to settle unfinished business

unfortunately for them, it's not long into their reunion when they start finding hints of a supernatural horror haunting the woods, and those "false" memories start resurfacing. the truth they eventually uncover is that, as teens, they not only lived through a quarry or until dawn -like scenario in these cursed woods, but they were also trapped in a time loop.

you see, the forest is home not only to [insert monster type here, still working that out, will take suggestions], but also some guardian spirits, who used their powers to guide the teens and rewind the events to try and minimize their suffering (they're, essentially, player analogs). the spirits ultimately saved the kids by taking on the curse of the forest in their steads, and were able to lock away their traumatic memories in the process. unfortunately, because of that choice, the spirits have grown weak in the intervening years, and the amount they'll be able to help the characters now is much more limited. this time, the humans are, for the most part, on their own.

with their four-to-eight years of additional life experience (will work out the specifics later), and their sporadic memories of how things went last time (blurring the lines between past and present), can our protagonists succeed in not only re-surviving the horrors of the woods, but also ending the curse for good? will their weathered bonds with each other get them through, or will they unravel from the stress, time apart, and unearthing of secrets both old and new?

and are the forest spirits truly the noble protectors they appear to be, or are they concealing ulterior motives of their own? after all, does every person stop playing these games once they get a good ending... or do some of them go back to see just how badly things can go?

all questions that could or could not be answered, in this story i will probably never write.

some bonus fun stuff:

i figure the characters would all have been fairly trope-y as teens, for the sake of creating a contrasting with their (slightly) more grown-up, developed selves. i would have to do more research for this, cause i'm not typically a consumer of this genre

potentially, one or two of the teens actually got left behind in the past (either having died with the spirits unable to save them and/or having in the intervening years become a grizzled survivor type). the other protags, of course, don't know this, with their memories telling them the lost souls simply stopped being in contact shortly after the trip. lots of angst potential for when they learn just how wrong they were.

as mentioned above, i'm not sure what type of monster would be most fitting for this story. i like the idea of it being a type that can infect humans such that they turn, ala werewolves or vampires, for the purpose of having at least of the protags having gotten infected in the past and not knowing until it resurfaces at the reunion. plus then the monsters hunting the group could be other humans who have gotten trapped like this and suffered a less fortunate fate. could also be the case with the spirits, regardless of the rest of this.

that's all i have for now. very up to hear what anyone else thinks of this concept :)

#do i dare tag this with the things it's inspired by? #...fuck it. #the quarry #until dawn #let me know if i should throw any content warning tags on this #narrative nonsense

[1d1195]

I LOVE THE BURN! And you could spoil the entire plot and I would still EAT IT UP!

It is a bit ‘sad’ to look at it that way especially experiencing such intense emotions that are often not the best. I would not wish it upon anyone even on my worst days. But for me I guess in irl I don’t ever really feel that people see me for me so even if its through here it feels nice to know i'm not weird lol 

OMG TWIN FLAME VIBES 😭 That’s so true 😭and it’s so sweet to think of it that way! It honestly feels like we were meant to meet again in this lifetime 💗

There will always be people who will critique everything that you do/post. No matter if it’s your best or worst. But I really do believe you have good judgment when it comes to these things. It’s so sad to see people just leave mean feedback to you and other writers on here. The majority of the time no one is doing any harm with their posts, so I have no idea why people have so much entitlement to those things. Like Dryer Sheets was SUCH A GOOD STORY! I suffered so much(in a GOOD way) with them because their characters and situations were so complex! But I loved it so much!! But watching it update in real time felt so frustrating as a reader only because OF OTHER READERS WHO WERE NOT GIVING IT A CHANCE! I think at that time I probably wrote my longest ask solely because I was defending Harry and the MC lol I'm so sad you are dreading your update for them :(  I personally would LOVE to see what you have for them in separate little updates just so you can have freedom of exploring their relationship/dynamic! Like there was so much more to be explored! BUT I do understand why you would want to cram everything because I could not imagine just seeing those types of anons coming your way. It hurts no matter how long you've been doing this. Either way, whatever you see best, I AM HERE FOR IT!

Also, YOU DON'T SOUND CONCEITED! You are so sweet and I'm glad that you are aware of it!  

Now the new Dolcezza extra BESTIE?! WTF THAT WAS SO GOOD! I AM SCREAMING THE SUSPENSE WAS TOO GOOD! I was so immersed it felt like I was watching a scene from a movie unfold! I loved how the beginning was set up with them trying to figure out and put everything together! When i tell you every time he called her "honey" I WANTED TO VOM! But my girl is so smart, of course she came up with the "date" idea! But reading Harry go to the other tables and telling them to not let her leave with him 😭 PAIN but it was the good kind! I really LOVE when you write suspense/action scenes! You do this type of drama so well, like I was scared for her even though I already know she will in the end be safe! This was so good bestie!

Sending you the best vibes! Hope you are treating yourself well! love you lots!-💜

YOU'RE DEF NOT WEIRD (or if you are, I am too and I'm pretty comfy about that so don't worry)

😭 I loved writing Love and Dryer Sheets. It was so different than every other story I've written and I agree, it was one of my most complex couples. I'm sad I don't love it that much anymore. It just felt like something I had to finish by the end. I have a couple cute things lined up for them (I don't think I could do anymore angst with them, they've both suffered enough hahaha). I'll definitely consider not cramming everything together 😊

I'm so glad you liked it! 💕 It's so nice of you to say that I do drama/suspense well because I think I struggle with it (thinking of how stressed I was writing Protection Part 8-10). However, I'm not the one reading it for the first time, I guess? That sounds dumb of me. But to me, it's just like words on my screen that I've written, it came from my brain. I don't see it as suspenseful if that makes sense because I processed it already I guess? 😂 BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I'm glad it came out well, I do really like this version as well (although I think it kind of rushed toward the end to get back in her apartment so it would line up with the remainder of the story but whatever, that's not why I wrote it! 🤭)

Hope you have a fun weekend planned, bestie!

xoxo

#💜

[cathygeha]

REVIEW

Faking Love with the Billionaire by Serenity Woods

The Auckland Billionaires/A Boss in a Billion #3

 Love, LOVE, L-O-V-E this author and series – enjoyed this one and can’t wait for the next…will it be Saxon or perhaps how Evie and Victoria find one another?

 What I liked:

* Heidi Rose Huxley: youngest sibling, from New Zealand moved to teach in England, has backstory issues to deal with, teacher of young entry level students, happy, thriving in England, loving, kind, loves history, difficult relationship with her father, had a Titus smooch to remember at sixteen

* Lawrence “Titus” Oates: wealthy, only child, on the cutting edge of artificial intelligence science, internationally known, humble, unassuming, has a difficult relationship with his father, a planner and problem solver who gets what he wants, BFF with Heidi’s brother Hux

* The plot, pacing, story, and flow of the story

* The connection between Heidi and Titus…and the slow burn that sizzled, steamed, and then ignited

* The communication between Titus and Heidi that was mature and the lack of angst and drama they managed to avoid

* The fun of going on balloon rides, visiting historical sites, learning more about IVF, weddings in spectacular sites, and so more

* Finding out how previous characters from the series are doing

* Meeting Saxon…I think this is his first mention…maybe not…and hoping he will get a book of his own

* Knowing that there will be another book in the series

* All of it really…except…

 What I didn’t like:

* Who and what I was meant not to like

* Thinking about controlling, abusive and domineering men whoever they might be

 Did I enjoy this book? Yes

Would I read more in this series? Yes

 Thank you to the author for the ARC – This is my honest review.

 5 Stars

     BLURB

 Faking love with your brother’s gorgeous best mate is never going to end well…   When Titus Oates calls to ask me if I’d do him a favor and accompany him on a visit to a potential investor in the UK, I hyperventilate and have to breathe into a brown paper bag.   Ever since I was sixteen and he kissed me at a birthday party, I’ve had a huge crush on him, so I’m not going to pass up on the chance to spend some time with him while he’s here. The wealthy investor owns a stately home in Devon, and the week promises to be great fun, with a murder-mystery night and even a fancy ball, so I’m excited to agree.   Titus intends for us to go as friends, but the problems start when the investor immediately assumes we’re a couple. Flummoxed, I don’t correct him, and we end up in that awkward situation where we can’t break the charade without embarrassing ourselves. So we decide the easiest option is to pretend to be an item.   Unfortunately, when we end up sharing a room, the sizzling attraction that’s always been between us inevitably turns faking love into making love. Titus is going back to New Zealand after his visit. And I work in the UK. We can’t possibly have a future together. But a short-term fling seems like a great idea, until it’s time to part…   *   Contains no cheating, no cliffhangers, just a scorching romance and a heart-melting HEA :-) Book 1: Talking Dirty with the Billionaire Boss Book 2: One Night with the Billionaire Boss ​Book 3: Faking Love with the Billionaire Boss ​Book 4: Cinderella and the Billionaire Boss

#Serenity Woods #a boss in a billion 3 #the Auckland Billionaires 3 #Romance #billionaire romance #fiction #NZ Romance

[vitos-ordination-song]

One of my least favorite things a story can do to me is create some kind of big secret between characters and create drama around it only to drop the ball on that narrative. I was frustrated w tgcf for making Hua Cheng’s identity and true feelings a secret the whole time, though it did have the characters at least talk about things and there was a narrative reason for it (so there could be a big final love scene where Xie Lian learned the truth). But I remember being really frustrated w the ending of Merlin back in the day—that show was never great but it was at least consistent and fun. However the entire show is premised on a secret and lie between the main characters, whose relationship is the cornerstone of everything, and they left the resolution of that to the final episodes and there wasn’t even really a payoff. Just a muted scene where Arthur finds out and he dies shortly after. Boo

Naruto is honestly even worse because it introduces the big secret, one that’s determined his entire life and struggles: that he’s the Nine-Tailed Fox host. However this secret just gets… dropped? There’s a point where Sasuke sees the Kyubi but it’s not really treated as a big deal, it’s too late in the game for it to even matter, since Sasuke’s left the village and Naruto is farther along to getting acceptance. And no other character is shown even finding out. I remember feeling weird when, after the time skip, it just seemed like everyone knew. It felt like the idea that this was a character struggle was dropped; his backstory was still trotted out for angst purposes, but there wasn’t a sense of history. I will say that I think Naruto’s fight with his dark side is pretty good and works along these lines, but as far as dealing with what it meant for him to be a jinchuriki socially and any interesting conversations that could have happened with his friends, it never happened.

I feel like the best time for them to have found out would have been the Gaara arc—I mean he literally says in front of Shikamaru that he has a demon just like Gaara, and Gaara doesn’t doubt the statement! Shikamaru’s supposed to be a thinker, what was going on there? Lots of people had lots of clues, and besides it would have worked dramatically; in parallel with Naruto having to deal w Gaara as a depiction of what he could have been, or his darker inclinations, he could have had to deal with people’s reactions, especially given that the Leaf already has a negative view of jinchuriki and Naruto’s ignorant classmates’ first impression of one is Gaara.

[darawringtwenties]

Attack Attack! - Someday Came Suddenly Record Label: Rise Records Release Date: November 11 2008 If there is one band encompasses “scene” culture, it’s Attack Attack. This Ohio outfit made quite a stir when they dropped their monumental debut LP, Someday Came Suddenly, in 2008 on Rise Records. There’s a lot that you can say about this band, as well as what they helped to influence and inspire, mainly within metalcore and the “scene” itself. This record is very important, in particular, even if there are a lot of metalheads that would disagree. To understand this record’s importance, you do have to understand its history first, because Someday Came Suddenly is a record that could have only existed in 2008. It’s dated but in the best ways possible. You see, while metalcore as a genre is more widely accepted and enjoyed now, it was not respected that much by anyone that considered themselves a metal fan in 2008. The early to mid-00s did give us bands like Norma Jean, Every Time I Die, Converge, The Dillinger Escape Plan, Botch, and a lot of bands in the mathcore scene that metalheads typically liked, but what they despised were the emo and post-hardcore bands that were on the other side of the coin. I remember when it was the trend for people to post “memes” with certain metalcore bands saying they were “metal” with a “tr00 metal” band saying something along the lines of “lol that’s cute.” I used to see those quite often, and they were very irritating, because these metalcore bands are still “real metal,” whether these elitists want them to be or not. Attack Attack is one of the first bands in the metalcore scene to take electronic and pop music and combine it with the heavier stylings of hardcore and metal. At that time, metalcore and electronic music wasn’t mixed at all, but Attack Attack helped to inspire a few different subsets of metalcore, including electronicore, which is the idea of combining metalcore with various kinds of electronic music. They also helped to inspire “crabcore,” which has its roots in a weird and silly way, but there is something associated with that. Crabcore got its name from the way that the band positioned themselves in the music video for “Stick Stickly,” because they looked like crabs, so the joke was that it was called “crabcore.” That eventually ended up meaning synonymous with the crop of bands that relied heavily on breakdowns, clean choruses and screamed verses, as well as lyrics about relationships, teenage angst, and generic things like that. That was also called “Risecore,” coming from Rise Records, which Attack Attack was signed to, as well as a lot of other generic metalcore bands at the same time. So many generic metalcore bands were signed to Rise, it was just called “Risecore” after awhile, but you could also call it “crabcore” and you could have an idea of what people meant by that. While a lot of albums in that style haven’t aged well one bit, Someday Came Suddenly is one fo the first albums to do this, and because of that, I still really enjoy this album today for its innovation and interesting mesh of ideas that only could have worked in 2008. That’s the thing, this album wouldn’t work now, but for 2008, it was a fresh idea to take metalcore and put electronics and autotuned vocals in there. I’ll admit that this record is pretty rough around the edges in spots, but a lot of the songs on here are iconic for being staples of the Risecore genre back in the day. This album is also notorious for its drama, although if I had to more specific, it’s the band itself is more notorious for it. This record is just what kickstarted a few very important and prolific careers within metalcore, those being Caleb Shomo, Austin Carlile, and Johnny Frank. You might know them from such bands as Beartooth, Of Mice & Men, and Bilmuri. Vocalist Austin Carlile would perform harsh vocals on this album, and I absolutely love his vocals here, but due to problems internally, Carlile would be fired from the band, and on the band’s follow-up record, there would be a lot of shots taken at Carlile. The same could be said for Of Mice & Men’s 2010 self-titled debut album, where there are a couple of songs that take shots at Attack Attack. The feud between them was one of the most high profile ones at time, at least right before the Issues vs. Woe Is Me drama that happened in the early 2010s. Regardless of the drama, however, this album is just a lot of fun. Songs like “Bro, Ashley’s Here,” “Party Foul,” “Shred, White, And Blue,” and the classic “Stick Stickly,” these songs are just a blast to listen to. At only a half hour, this album breezes by, which is one thing I always appreciated about bands like this. They even have a really solid interlude track just simply called “Interlude” that’s a straight up electronic rager. It’s only a couple of minutes long, but it’s also ’s a nice little break from the heaviness that you’ve heard for the first half of the album. We also get a nice piano-driven outro simply called “Outro” that’s only a minute long, but the rest of the album is very engaging and energetic, as well as extremely fun and catchy. These guys really helped to pioneer of putting catchy hooks into metalcore, which hadn’t really been done yet by that point. Attack Attack went on to release two more albums, the 2010 self-titled (or the 2011 reissue with a bunch of bonus songs), and 2012′s This Means War. I’m probably going to review the former, but the latter album I don’t care for at all, so I have no desire to talk about it. I might bring it up in my review of the self-titled, but that’s about it. They did get back together a couple of years ago, although with almost none of the main members that people care about, so this band is a shell of its former self at this point. They do have an EP out, along with some singles, I think, but I haven’t heard anything from it, nor bothered to care, because why would I care about this band if the original members aren’t in it? This album, however, is easily their best, and the one that’s pretty much essential to any fan of the mid-00s metalcore scene. Attack Attack helped to bring the idea of catchy choruses and screamed verses, as well as more of an electronic sound to metalcore as well. It made the genre more accessible to kids that otherwise wouldn’t listen to it. That’s why I can’t really fault bands like Sleeping With Sirens, Pierce The Veil, and bands like that, because they took post-hardcore and metalcore and made it catchier and most accessible. Yeah, sure, there are way better bands out there, especially ones that do this style, but I can’t fault kids for enjoyting them. Attack Attack is one of the first bands that got me into metalcore, and I wasn’t super familiar with scene culture before I heard this record, but this is one of the records that did for me, and I was hooked into this sound and all of these bands. If you hadn’t heard this album, or you haven’t heard in awhile, I’d revisit it and give it another listen.

#attack attack #someday came suddenly #rise records #stick stickly #of mice & men #sleeping with sirens #pierce the veil #metalcore #metal #heavy metal #post-hardcore #caleb shomo #austin carlile