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bgomtori · 9 months

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16 : jealousy? maybe..

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written + smau !!

note: y/n gets slightly jealous, bad english.. 😭😭

as the teacher was going around the class to collect the exam scripts, you quickly stretched your aching body. who decided that it was a good idea for you guys to sit quietly, in a room for 1 hour and 50 minutes to do two math papers. for what seemed like forever, the invigilator was finally done counting the number of exam scripts, and dismissed the entire class. everyone groaned, expressing how tired they were and quickly went to their friends.

" y/n! " you turned around to see chaewon's dumbfounded look, already predicting on what she's about to say.

" WHY WAS THE PAPER SO HARD THIS YEAR. I SWEAR WHEN I FIND OUT WHICH TEACHER CREATED THE PAPER, IM GONNA GO RAMPAGE ON THEM BRO. IM ACTUALLY GOING TO LOSE IT. IM GOING TO FAIL, LIKE ACTUALLY. " chaewon whined, shaking you around. you felt that everyone was staring at you two with a weird look, you quickly apologised to the surrounding classmates, and shushed chaewon,

" shut up bro, you're so loud. at this point if you pass it'll be a miracle. " chaewon stared in disbelief,

" are you calling me stupid right now. " she folded her arms, you quickly packed your bags and bidded goodbye to chaewon before she could start physically abusing you.

you walked down the hallways towards beomgyu's classroom, pushing pass the crowd. you stared at the sign that had beomgyu's class on it, slowly peeking into the classroom. you noticed that the class was empty except for beomgyu and another girl. the girl was pissing you off, she was practically giving your man heart eyes!!! unbelievable. you decided to stay civil, not wanting to create a scene, and waited outside, staring at your phone, listening into their conversation. beomgyu noticed you peeking your head into his classroom, and immediately wanted to leave, not like he wasn't already planning an escape route from the girl confessing to him.

beomgyu felt extremely uncomfortable around the girl, despite rejecting her, she still insisted to hang out with him.

" sorry but my friend is waiting for me. " beomgyu apologised, hoping that she'll finally leave him alone, but he was so wrong.

" is it that y/n girl, what's so good about her anyways? just hang out with me beomie" the girl rolled her eyes. beomgyu stared in shock and disgust, he cringed when she called him the nickname he'd only let y/n use.

" i already said no. get that through you thick ass skull. " beomgyu said aggressively, the girl furrowed her eyebrows at beomgyu's sudden retort and backed off and quickly walked out of the classroom. beomgyu paced towards where you were waiting. he nudged you that he was done as he waved at you. you hummed in response before walking down the stairs, beomgyu followed along beside you.

" who was that girl, she's kinda weird for asking you out on an exam day.." you asked, curious, despite it not being any of your business.

" just someone who just confessed to me. apparently today was a special day to her, that's why she asked me on an exam day.. why? are you jealous? " beomgyu teased, you pursed your lips, you definitely were but you didn't want to admit it, the feeling of the jealousy butterflies really made you uncomfortable, you bit your lip hesitantly, thinking of a response.

" nope, just curious. " you replied nonchalently, beomgyu noticed your sudden pause before replying and smirked,

" mm i think you are though.. " you turned to face him with a ' what the fuck? ' look. he chuckled at your reaction, knowing that you would try to fight back, he decided to say something before you could.

" hmm, if you don't like me being asked out, why not you give me one of your hairties, i'll place it around my wrist. " beomgyu suggested, the tip of his ears turning into a slight red colour, slightly embarrassed that he said that. he waited for your response, dying to know your answer, he's been wanting to ask for your hairtie for a long time, wanting to show everyone who he belongs to. you stared at him in shock, feeling the back of your neck starting to get warm, silence thickening as you thought of a response.

" i don't mind you getting asked out.. you don't need to go to such extent.. " you answered, avoiding the stares beomgyu was giving you. beomgyu frowned, a disappointed " oh " left his mouth, which made you have second thoughts. you fiddled around with the two coincidentally matching hairties on your wrist, it was two regular black hairties with similar looking cat charms on it. you bit your lip in hesitation,

" wrist. " you mumbled out, loud enough for only beomgyu to hear. beomgyu stopped in his tracks, tilting his head in confusion. you couldn't bare the silence, embarrassment creeping in as you felt the back of your neck and cheeks grow warmer by each second under his gaze. you just grabbed his wrist and placed the hairtie around it, adjusting it nicely.

" wha- " beomgyu stared at you in slight shock. his ears turned a darker hue of red. he wanted to die at that moment, he was flustered, extremely. flustered. you give him a nervous smile,

" you're lucky i have matching ones, now people will know who it belongs to. " beomgyu felt his heart racing at a faster pace, he swore the world sround you two stopped. he paused for a good 5 seconds before noticing that you were already at the main gate, about to leave the school compound. he quickly ran towards you and sent you home like normal.

#beomgyu fluff #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu smau #beomgyu x reader #txt beomgyu #txt scenarios #txt smau #beomgyu #txt imagines #txt fanfic

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stevie-petey · 3 months

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hiiiiiiiii honey <3 could we get a blurb about bug telling steve about jonathan’s outburst towards her after he took the pictures of nancy and steve’s reaction to learning about it???? it would be so so appreciated by me <3 you’re the best ever <3 MWAH

(i am being held against my will to write this jonathan sweetie im so sorry) (i love u val) (u are evil)

i know this isnt necessarily what u MEANT but ,,, ive been dying to expand upon bugs kindness and how it may seem annoying and pathetic, but its hers ! its her kindness !!!

enjoy <3

"no way you guys havent wanted to strangle each other at least once." steve remarks one day as he watches you and jonathan work side by side at the cash register.

jonathan had been bored today and decided to join you and steve at work, something that you're very happy about, honestly.

"oh, ive definitely wanted to strangle jonathan," you say, writing down a new shipment receipt while the boy next to you doodles.

steve rolls his eyes. "old married couple squabbling doesnt count. im talking, like, full on betrayal and hurt here. you guys are always so... you, and it has to be an act."

jonathan snorts. "shouldve seen the fights we had last year. surprised y/n didnt kill me with her bare hands."

"i dont believe you."

"no, hes right." you look up at steve. "he threw a jacket at my face last year and then told me we werent family the night he took those pictures of nancy. then cried in my arms like a day later."

steve stares at you, shocked.

"i also then slept in nancys bed and lied about it. and tried leaving you behind a few times."

"that you did," you flick jonathans ear, causing him to wince in pain. "you deserved that."

"i did."

during this entire exchange, steve hasnt said a single word. hes still stunned, baffled by the fact that jonathan could be so cruel to someone so wonderful.

"wait a second," he looks between you and jonathan. "and youre still friends?"

"yeah." you both say at the same time.

steve cant fucking believe it. you do anything and everything for jonathan, that much is obvious, and sure. steve has seen jonathan do small acts of kindness towards you, devote the same back, but to throw a jacket at you and belittle you? and now here he is, joking about it alongside you. as if it was all okay in the end.

"youre too nice sometimes, y/n." the words leave steves lips before he can stop them. once he realizes what hes said, he looks up at jonathan and panics. "sorry, man. im sure you guys talked it out and... yeah."

jonathan shrugs. "no, youre right. she is and i was dick."

"im right here, you know."

steve winces. "sorry."

"its fine, honestly." you go back to scribbling shipment orders. "i am indeed too nice, but i dont ever really see the point in holding a grudge? i mean, jonathan apologized and i understood the stress he was under. sure, it didnt erase all the hurt he caused, but after almost dying immediately after being mad at him for not including me in something... i dont know. it felt silly to hold onto that anger after. childish, even."

jonathan and steve share a look, for once both seeming to think the same thing.

shes too good.

you hate that they do this. you hate that people view your kindness as a weakness. after the hell youve been through, long before monsters even came to hawkins, youve learned the hard way just how rare kindness is.

now you try to be kind to everything and everyone, no matter what it may cost you.

the kindness is yours, no one elses.

and if that makes you weak, then at least it made you better.

you tear two pieces paper from your notebook, scrunch them up into balls, and then throw them at steve and jonathan. "stop pitying me. im kind and i love that aspect of myself. i dont care if it makes me vulnerable or pathetic. its a piece of me, and i wouldnt change it. if you dont like it, then that belittles me even more than emotional outbursts ever could."

jonathan sighs. "youre right, bug. youre a very kind and lovely person and its what makes you a joy to be around, paper balls and all."

steve plays along. "definitely a better super power than spider-man, dare i say."

"okay, lets not get ahead of ourselves now," you giggle, appreciative of both the boys. they may not understand or like the way you view the world, but theyre at least trying.

its all you could ask for.

even if steve later on that day pulls you aside to whisper, "i think i can kick jonathans ass this time, if you ever need it."

and its enough.

#southelroy #ask #come home blurb #set in between seasons 1 and 2 #m speaks #m's writing #bug lore #wdtai insight #bug is the quote #and so i try to be kind to everything i see #and in everything i see #i see him #thats bug #and its what makes her so beautiful

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froggibus · 1 year

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Bullet Train - Cole Cassidy

Pairing: Cole Cassidy x reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: though you've seen many weird things on the train, the man dressed as a cowboy has got to be the strangest

CW: first meet, gun violence, poor judgement, cassidy being dumb in 2 languages, talking to strangers

i wrote this after watching bullet train lol + now im tempted to do more cassidy. also this has been sitting in my drafts for a month saved for a rainy day and today is that day cause I am dying!!

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It seemed like everyone on the train had at one point been staring at the man sitting in the aisle across from you. You couldn’t blame them—it was hard not to stare. He was dressed like a cowboy, afterall. As the night grew later, the stares started to die off until he was finally able to watch movies on his holopad in peace.

The door at the front of the cart opened with a hiss, the cowboy man flinching when it did. You could see the way his muscles immediately relaxed upon seeing the pretty lady with the food trolley step onto the platform. Most of the cart was fast asleep, with the exception of a businessman towards the back who was clicking away at a keyboard, an older woman flipping through a book and a figure in the front who was shrouded by the sweater he was wearing.

It took no time before the trolley was between you and the cowboy man, the lady asking if you wanted something in Japanese. You bought a bottle of iced tea and thanked her, returning to stare at the seatback in front of you and fiddle with the impossibly tight cap of the bottle.

You could hear her asking the man if he wanted something, and force yourself to suppress a laugh when you heard him respond in Japanese. His language skills weren’t horrible, but spoken through his Southern accent it came out as a jumbled mess. A smile forced its way onto your face.

The woman, upon hearing him speak, immediately switched to English. This time, you couldn’t help but giggle at the interaction. The man finished ordering practically half of the trolley and paid the woman. She flashed you a smile before making her way to the back of the cart.

“Guess she wasn’t a fan of my Japanese,” the cowboy said.

It took you a moment to realize he was addressing you, amber eyes taking you in. “You’re American,” you noted. “You’re a long way from home.

He shrugged, “I’m looking for an old friend.”

You didn’t really care that much, and turned back to trying to open the bottle cap of your drink.

“You wanna hand with that?”

You sighed, but handed him the bottle nonetheless. You were shocked to see a metal hand grab it from you before he effortlessly removed the cap and gave it back to you.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime, pumpkin.” He reached an arm out to you, “Cassidy.”

“Y/n.”

He stretched his arms above his head, poncho slipping off his shoulders to reveal more of his physique, “so what brings you around here?”

You examined him, wondering how much you should tell him. Despite the cowboy getup, he didn’t look like a complete weirdo. In fact, he was super handsome. Chocolate brown hair tumbled down the back of his neck and framed his face perfectly. He had a chiseled jaw, covered in well-groomed facial hair that wrapped around his mouth. His eyes were what really caught your attention, though. They were filled with warmth, something you hadn’t seen a lot of in recent days.

“Just needed some time away,” you admitted.

“Fella did you wrong?”

“Something like that.” You change the subject, “so, this friend of yours—is he in Tokyo?”

He nodded, “Hanamura, I think.”

“You think?”

Cassidy sighed and scratched the back of his neck. “He doesn’t exactly know I’m coming,” he said, “it’s been a long time since I’ve seen him.”

You could relate to that. It seemed so long since you had company, the memories blurring the longer it got. Based on the look in his eyes, he felt the same way.

You took a swig of your drink. “Were you guys close?”

“We were on a team. We spent a lot of time together.”

That doesn’t answer the question, you thought, but said nothing. Clearly he was still coming to terms with things himself, and you didn’t want to pry. There was a thump on the roof above, the cart rattling.

Cassidy’s eyes widened and he was on his feet in an instant, hand reaching into one of the leather pouches on the belt strapped around his waist. “Well, darling, it’s been a pleasure.”

You blinked a few times, too stunned at the sight of the revolver in his hand to say anything. He gave you a flirty tip of his hat, and charged to the front of the train car. As soon as the door opened in front of him, you could see two figures dressed in all black waiting for him.

You pounced to your feet, ready to warn him, but the door was already closed. He has a gun, he can handle himself, you tried to tell yourself. It didn’t work, and you found yourself racing to the front of the car and smashing your hand against the button to open the doors.

You stepped onto the luggage cart just to see two men sprawled out on the ground. They were still breathing, thank god. Still, there was no sight of Cassidy.

You heard ruckus from the next cart over and ducked inside. There was a group of people now, dressed the same as the other figures, and they had him surrounded. He seemed to be holding his own pretty good, knocking people out and tossing them like they weighed nothing. His back was wide open though, and just as you realized that, so did one of the other figures.

Before you even realized it, you were tackling them to the ground, snatching the knife out of their hand and slamming it into their nose. Blood gushed out of their nose and they instinctively went to cover it, leaving their jaw wide open. You remembered something you’d been told a long time ago, and struck the side of their jaw hard. They went limp.

Cassidy whirled around, eyes dancing with mischief, a smirk on his face, “thank you, darling.”

The other people laid around the traincar, in varying poses and states. Cassidy had taken care of all of them in the time it took you to take out one. It was clear you were dealing with someone a lot more powerful than you thought.

“Doesn’t really look like you need my help, to be honest.”

He shrugged, poncho slumping off of his shoulder to reveal a gash that was leaking blood down his chest. He quickly pulled it up, eyes meeting yours, “no need to worry, pumpkin.”

“Who are these people, anyway?”

“Let’s just say I have a bit of a reputation.”

You raise an eyebrow, “a bit?”

“You’re pretty good in a fight,” he changes the subject. “Where did you say you were going again?”

“I didn’t.”

He smirked, “then how would you like to join me? You seem to know the area, that could be useful.”

“Are there going to be more shadow ninjas attacking you?”

“Oh, darlin’,” he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and squeezed you closer to him, “you have no idea. So, do we have a deal?”

“Deal.”

#cole cassidy #cole cassidy x reader #cole cassidy x you #cassidy x reader #cassidy x you #overwatch #overwatch imagines #overwatch x you #overwatch x reader #overwatch 2 #ow2 #ow #bullet train #cowboy x reader #cowboy #cowboy x you

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thebattleofstarcourt · 2 years

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Eddie Munson Request!

I a sucker for the opposites attract trope, and I just imagine Eddie with his grunge hard metal self, having a super frilly girlfriend, you know how when high school boys walk around with their girlfriend’s scrunchies on their wrist, kind of a sign of claiming the dude? Imagine Eddie with a frilly pink scrunchy or something! How would he react to it being given to him, or how would hellfire react as well!! Hope you like the request! Can’t wait for you possibly writing this out because I love your writing style, literally counting the hours for you Eddie POV later on today!!

a/n: omg i am so sorry for just now seeing this but in my defense i have worked doubles 2 days in a row and im slowly dying inside! anyways i LUV this rq and thank u thank u thank u for ur kind words it fr means the world. (i acc just finished writing this n i'm alr starting a second part so . kudos to u and ur big brain)

this is fem!reader btw

(part 2)

look, they were trying to pay attention, they really were. it was just kind of hard to focus on hearing eddie’s insane new campaign idea while he had a baby pink scrunchie on his wrist.

it was just so jarring. not because he was a dude wearing a pink scrunchie because god knows none of them – especially eddie munson of all people – care about the rigid cage that is gender roles. it was because it was eddie that was wearing it.

eddie, in all his black skinny jeans, metalhead glory, was willingly choosing to disrupt the cohesion of his style – one they thought to be so carefully curated – for a frily, pink chiffon scrunchie.

i mean, he has long hair. they assumed, silently, of course. (being the friends that mike, dustin, and lucas are, they’ve gained the ability to communicate solely through their shared looks – and morse code, occasionally).

it’s not like he’s above picking up the easiest-to-steal looking thing and stuffing it in his pocket at the store. so it’s not like it means anything, right?

“what the fuck, guys?” the topic of unspoken discussion said, raising his hands in the air. “why’re you acting so weird? i thought you’d piss your pants at this campaign.”

“no, the campaign’s awesome, man.” dustin said.

“totally awesome.” lucas agreed.

“so why are you three acting like someone drew a dick on my face?” eddie asked, then proceeded to pull at his cheeks, accentuating the scrunchie even more. “no one did, right?”

“no, you’re good,” dustin said. “i think we’re just a bit… distracted, that’s all!”

“distracted by your fake girlfriends in idaho?” eddie joked, laughing to himself while the younger boys scowled.

“el lives in california and she’s real.”

“you’ve literally met max – ”

“that’s beside the point!” dustin interrupted. in reality, he would’ve been offended too if last summer hadn’t already desensitized him to the no-one-believing-you-have-a-girlfriend thing. “we were just curious about that thing on your wrist.” he pointed, squaring down at the scrunchie in question.

“this ol’ thing?” eddie pulled on it, snapping it against his wrist. “t’was a gift.”

“from who? the tooth fairy?” erica said, causing her older brother and the band of freshmen to immediately shush her.

“on the contrary, lady applejack.” he said. “it was a gift from my lover. one from this realm of reality, no less.”

“lover?” lucas asked.

“it means girlfriend, lucas.”

“i know what it fucking means, asshole.”

“why’d you have bring that up?” gareth sighed, “now he’s gonna spend the next thirty minutes gushing – ”

“who’s got the fake girlfriend now, munson?” mike taunted. clearing.

“nah, she’s real,” jeff said. “you guys just never met her ‘cause she graduated when she was supposed to.”

eddie kicked jeff’s leg under the table while the boys gaped.

“you, eddie munson, have a girlfriend –”

“you know i can kick you out of hellfire, right, sinclair?”

“i’m not saying that is unbelievable that you have a girlfriend.” dustin defended. “it’s just, ya’know, i would never imagine you with someone like… that”

“like what?” he challenged. even though it was mostly a façade and he didn’t actually care what three fifteen-year-olds think about his romantic endeavors.

“like, one that gives her boyfriend pink scrunchies!” he said, turning to mike. “i mean, nancy doesn’t even do shit like that. that’s, like, the type of shit that jock’s girlfriends do to mark their territory!”

“well, i hate to break it to ya’ kid, but my girl’s got territory to mark.” eddie smirked, twirling the scrunchie around with his fingers. “you wouldn’t imagine the type of offers i get from girls who want free weed and a di –”

“if you finish that sentence i’m reporting you to the police for child endangerment.” erica said, silencing the entire table in one fell swoop. well, almost all of the table, sans jeff and gareth who were hiding their laughs behind their hands. because unlike the freshman, they knew exactly what kind of sap eddie was. and that was one who would do anything his girlfriend tells him to, from wearing her girly little scrunchie around school to committing arson, probably.

“applejack is right,” eddie said. “this is not a conversation for your innocent little minds. let’s pick up where we left off!”

“wait, i still have questions –”

“ask me when you still don’t have a baby face, henderson.”

“i meant about your girlfriend!” he huffed. “like i’d take any of that kind of information from you.”

“hey, it’s either me or harrington.” he defended, “and from what i heard, you don’t wanna take any from him.”

luckily for him, that imagery got the boys disturbed enough to finish the rest of their session in peace, with them only speaking up when they got distracted enough to forget what they were talking about before. at nine on the dot, eddie called the night, and began packing up, the rest of the club shuffling out one by one.

“i thought you said she was coming home on sunday?” jeff asked once the freshmen were out of ear shot.

“she came back early.” eddie smiled. “she got on the train right after class and showed up at three in the fuckin’ morning. when i saw her out of my window, i thought i got too high and started hallucinating.”

“that’s awesome, man.” gareth said, patting him on the back. “you should tell her to come to hellfire while she’s back for break.”

“oh, she’s definitely coming,” eddie grinned. “gonna shut those little assholes up for good.”

#wc:964 #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #ask #joseph quinn #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #established relationship #eddie munson x girly!reader #eddie munson headcanons #request

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fallenclan · 5 months

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okay, I have a few songs in mind for that Otterslip pmv! Just to let you know what to expect between all of these :) Give me your thoughts on these songs, I love these all dearly and really want to create something with all of these.

Toba the Tura by Forgiven Durden

Introduction to the Show by ミラクルミュージカル (Miracle Musical)

Alternatively, I use the Hawaii Part II Part II demo for Introduction to the Show because that version goes so hard. 10/10 demos. The piano is so crisp.

Time Machine by ミラクルミュージカル (Miracle Musical)

I will be using either the 1st or 2nd demo if I decide to do this song. The polished version on the official record won't do for Otterslip.

The Rockrose and The Thistle by The Amazing Devil

Worms by Viagra Boys

Poplar St by Glass Animals

I'd have to do this one carefully. Might have to edit my own version of the song for the pmv

I will be watching this post, so if anyone has more ideas.... then please share them in the replies or smth :)

-🎲

YOUR MUSIC TASTE IS SO GOOD. all of these songs are fantastic and they fit Otterslip so well,,, i've listened to almost all of them before but i still had to make myself a little playlist to refresh my memory and listen to them with the context of Otterslip in mind. devastating btw, in the best possible way. putting my thoughts below the cut bc they might get a little long!

Toba the Tura:

SUCH a good song. especially for Otterslip. a few lyrics that really stood out to me.

THE LAST ONE ESPECIALLY. that whole ending monologue just SCREAMS Otterslip. the girl he loved vacating to a new place? his daughter dying and going to the afterlife. a mountainous wall of stone to separate themselves from him??? its. a fucking mountain. they live in a mountain. theirs would be the light, his would be the dark. oughghghghg sobs and wails and cries forever

Introduction to the Snow:

what if i cried. man this song is so fucking SAD. and also not in a way. would work fantastic if one wanted to do a really lonesome depressing take on Otterslip's exile. im picturing an animatic with very few pov changes, just Otterslip maybe watching the stars or traveling through the outside of Fallenclan's territory, up until "you'll live forever tonight" and the piano afterwards, then i'm seeing lots of glimpses of his past life in Fallenclan, and the events leading up to Stormsight's death. ougghh

Time Machine:

GOD THIS WORKS SO WELL WITH HIS EXILE. "you'll have enough time to spend some time alone" HES LITERALLY ALONE. dice anon youre going to turn me into an Otterslip apologist. hes literally leaving today

The Rockrose and the Thistle:

jaw drop. a friend of mine introduced me to this band a while back but HOW HAVE I NOT HEARD THIS ONE. this song fits Otterslip so good its crazy. here's a couple lyrics that stick out to me

i'm definitely seeing some hints of Grassroot in this song. maybe he's singing it to her, maybe she's singing it to him, idk but shes There. ouches

Worms:

i've never heard this song OR this band before and it fucking RULES so first off thanks for pointing me in that direction. second OUGH i can see the Otterslip here. no lyrics in particular stand out to me but the Vibes... man the vibes they fit so well. i can see him singing this to Stormsight, esp since the "the same worms that eat me will one day eat you too" has such a threatening sound to it,,

Poplar St:

MY HEART. god this is so good and it works so well. again no lyrics really stick out to me in particular but MAN. the stress on "free falling love addict" is getting to me. considering Stormsight fell to his death. ouch.

conclusion! these are all fantastic song choices and you are a fucking genius. i'm almost temped to something with Toba the Tura myself, except i know I'd never finish it lmao. and as a side note, if you've never heard the Chonny Jash covers of a lot of Miracle Musical songs i would highly recommend. they aren't for everyone but personally I like them better than some of the originals, even.

and back to the topic of Otterslip: here's all the songs I have on his playlist at the moment (though i will be adding. probably all of the ones youve suggested.) in case you wanted more inspiration or simply some good tunes to listen to.

ty for your wonderful ask!!! you have given me much to think about...

#fallenasks #fallenmusic #dice anon

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weidli · 1 year

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ok i know so much has been said about That Scene of long goodbye job already and most of it correct (every time i think about that one post about how instrumental it is that eliot dies first i stare at the ceiling for 3 - 4 business days) but i watched it today and now im thinking too hard about the fact that the only thing hardison says once he's in the van is did eliot make it? and then eliot reaches out to hold his hand to reassure him. says, i'm here. and eliot, in this story, knows he's dying, of course he does, he's a hitter and a damn good one at that, he knows how human bodies work, he knows how his body works. he doesn't know what's going to happen to parker and hardison, but he knows he's dying. and the last thing he does is reassure hardison (who probably is not at that point aware enough to realize what's going on apart from the comfort of oh eliot's here, we're all here, it's going to be okay). hardisons last thought when dying is making sure that parker and eliot are both okay, as well as he can in his state, and eliots last action (besides holding parkers hand also) is giving him what meagre comfort he can

and parker knows that both of them are dying and watches it happen and chooses to follow ... man i know it's just one of nate's stories in the end but everything about this drives me insane

#i have to go sleep but also hrhdjdkbfmfkd #you know .#apologies if this makes no sense i am up entirely too late. brain scrampled egg #leverage

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wishful-seeker · 7 months

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CRPS is extremely unpredictable.

Yesterday i had to ice my knees 5 different times for 20 minutes each, and take 2 scolding hot baths for 40 minutes each.

Today ive iced once and did physical labor. I was bending over, filling pots with soil, walking a LOT more than usual, and i feel fine afterwards.

But these good days happen literally once every... 5 months maybe? Yup thats not an exaggeration.

5 months ago i could jump on a trampoline for a few minutes a day.

For the past 3 and a half moths ive been stuck in bed.

So hard to have absolutely no stability.

I was doing 2 hr ketamine infusions once every 6 weeks and thats just not doing anything anymore.

Then i found out that is the ketamine protocol for depression, not fucking chronic pain.

Ive basically been taking an advil when i need morphine lmao.

Im gonna have to travel 7 hrs away to a doctor who specializes in CRPS and ketamine.

Honestly super upsetting that my state prioritizes depression treatment over crps so no one here even knows what crps is let alone understands how to treat it.

The correct protocol for k that we will be doing is 5 DAYS STRAIGHT OF 4 HOUR INFUSIONS EVERYDAY, then the weekend off THEN 5 DAYS AGAIN.

And the reason thats in capslock is because ketamine makes you high as fuck, and through IV? Literally feels like im dying and seeing God every single time, which, spoiler alert: is INCREDIBLY hard to deal with. Yeah its cool, but its fucking hard man. Just opens your eyes to a million things and you're hanging onto sanity by a thread.

But its worth it. People get full remission from this, so im doing it.

Wish me luck these next few weeks 🙃

#cripple punk #CRPS

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areiton · 9 months

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Cap-IM Rec Week Day 3

It’s All About AUs today!!! AU’s are my favorite, when talented authors take my favs and put them in a completely different situation and world and still makes them recognizable. Whittling it down for today’s rec list for @cap-ironman was especially difficult, but here are five of my favorite kinds of AUs.

(By Any Other) Name by Captain_Panda

When Steve went down with the Valkyrie, he thought his days with dragons were over.

Then he meets Tony Stark, who inherited Howard Stark's dragon.

As the kids say: "It's complicated."

This Dragon!AU series is my favorite dragon AU. The world building is excellent, as is the relationship developed between Steve and Tony. I think I’ve read it a half dozen times and already look forward to the next reread.

Knight of Wands by Sineala

Steve has reigned as king for ten years, and in a few days peace will finally come to his kingdom. Representatives of the Kree Empire are soon to arrive for the negotiations that will end the war between them once and for all. Steve is looking forward to settling down, with his hand-picked Avengers at his side -- led, of course, by the masked knight Iron Man -- and also his trusted advisors, the most beloved of whom is Tony, his court magician, the most powerful mage in all the land.

But when Steve's life is endangered, Tony makes the greatest sacrifice of all to protect his king, a sacrifice far greater than his life. And when Tony disappears under mysterious circumstances, Steve learns that even his closest friends keep secrets that he could never have suspected.

I have a soft spot a mile wide for King/Lionheart stories, especially when Steve is the king and Tony is advisor/wizard/knight. It’s just a perfect dynamic, and as always, Sine is flawless at telling a story.

I Whisper Your Name on Each Star I See Falling by JezebelGoldstone, littleblackbow

The day Natasha first told Steve her idea, he never would have dreamed that her fool notion would land him here: watching the train roll into the station and trying to wrap his mind around the fact that somewhere in there is the man who agreed to marry him.

Steve, an alpha farmer living outside a small town in the Rockies who doesn't want to admit how lonely he is, has been exchanging letters with omega Tony for nearly a year. When at last Tony arrives in Big Eden, Steve is confronted with the fact that he doesn't know Tony as well as he thought he did - and falls for him harder than a landslide anyway.

This one is hard--arranged marriage au’s are near and dear to my heart, and picking just one was near impossible. But how soft Steve is with Tony in this one breaks me every time I read it, so--here you are.

Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree by Annie D (scaramouche)

Steve doesn’t mind that Tony doesn’t return his feelings. He just would've preferred if it didn’t come with the side effect of his coughing up flowers and possibly dying.

I struggled between hanahaki or soulmate AUs, and decided on this because I’d put soulmates in an earlier list this week. Hanahaki is both beautiful and heartbreaking, just the way I like my fic. This one is amazing.

ad astra by Areiton

The first time he kissed Tony Stark, the stars danced overhead.

Ok, I might be cheating a little by including my own AU here, but. I really love this one? It’s a space AU which I always love, and plays with the movie from 2019. Anyway, it remains one of my favorite pieces of writing.

#capimrecweek #cap-im #stevetony #stony #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain america

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mybiasisexo · 1 year

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Entangled - Part 6

Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader

Chapter Warnings: Language | Alcohol Consumption

Word Count: 6.6k

Author Notes: Firstly, happy belated birthday to the loml 😔 *plays Virgos groove by Beyonce*. Sorry for the delay y'all, its that time of year🚶🏾‍♀️. It feels so good to have yeollie back! Im eager for his solo! But yes, its finally D-Day!!!! Myeon is getting married y'all!!! (in the story not irl....unless 👀) Ive learned that establishing setting is not my forte, hopefully y'all can pick up what im putting down.

As always, feedback is greatly appreciated and I hope you like the chapter 😊💕

“I can’t do this.”

The words brought you to an abrupt stop in the middle of the busy sidewalk. People brushed past you, sucking their teeth in annoyance, but you didn’t notice them. You didn’t notice anything as you stared blankly at the ground.

“What?” A tall figure loomed over you, long bowed legs obscuring the gum covered sidewalk. He let out a chuckle. “We’ve only looked at one apartment. But, if you’re tired, it’s okay. We don’t have to look at any more today. I’ll reschedule.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.” Your eyes fell shut as your head began to pound. You started rubbing your temples to try to relieve the sudden pain. It gave little relief. A whimper left your mouth, the small noise caught the man before you’s attention. He took a step closer, the small action had you feeling claustrophobic, like walls were closing in on you, despite being out in the open. Your throat and eyes were burning, chest constricting painfully. These reactions weren’t new. No. You had been feeling like this for weeks. The best way you could describe it was as though you were being pulled deep into the sea. Being dragged along against your will. The current was too strong for you to swim out of, and you were choking, drowning, panicking….

It felt like you were dying.

Inhaling deeply, you worked up the courage to look up at your fiance. He met your gaze, caught the tears shining in your eyes, and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. That confusion quickly turned into concern once he registered your distress.

“Chanyeol, I….” Your voice gave out, cutting your confession short. Instead, you shake your head, hoping that was enough to convey your conflicting emotions.

“Baby?” His hand wrapped around yours, the one with the band that represented your forever.

The happiest you’ve ever seen Park Chanyeol was the moment he slid that engagement ring onto your finger. The way he couldn’t help but smile whenever he caught sight of you wearing it never went unnoticed. “What’s wrong?”

You were pretty sure you were having a panic attack. The pain in your chest only grew, made it so hard to catch your breath you began to gasp. The effort collected onto the corner of your eyes, spilling over onto your cheeks in hot streaks.

It was too late now.

Or maybe it wasn’t. Chanyeol’s eyes bounced back and forth between your own as he nervously rubbed his lips together, stretching them into a line so thin, you no longer could see the pink flesh.

“I don’t think we should do this,” you managed to gasp out. There it was, now out in the air. You took him in, wearily awaiting his response to your words.

“Oh….” He visibly deflated, and for a second you thought he understood what you were saying. But, he perked up immediately. His optimism made you sigh in dismay. “You can just move in with me! We don’t have to get a new apartment. I just assumed–”

“Chanyeol!” You yelled, shutting him up. Your once flaccid fingers gripped his tightly. He winced, but didn’t attempt to pull away. If anything it allowed him to focus more on you.

“Please,” you begged hoarsely. “I…I don’t want to marry you!”

The silence that followed was suffocating. The whole world froze for an immeasurable time, you swore even those around you stopped moving as well.

He just….gawked at you. As though he heard your words, but couldn’t fully make out what they meant. You could see the wheels turning in his head, replaying what you said over and over until they gained meaning. It took some time, but soon his eyes began to flutter and his chest expanded, inhaling a ragged breath. While he breathed in, you exhaled.

You were worried you had broken him there.

“You don’t…? Marry…? I….”

With wide eyes, you silently encouraged him, in the hope that he put two and two together.

“I don’t understand.”

“What is there to not understand?” You asked, frustration sharpening your words. “I don’t want to marry you anymore, Chanyeol.”

“But–but why?”

His heart was starting to break, the situation fully dawning on him. It’s a devastating sight, watching him realize he’s about to lose the love of his life. You wanted to look away, to avoid the pain that would come from the weight of his anguish. Seeing his suffering was just as wounding as if he were the one to break up with you instead. But, you had to push more, had to shove the knife a few inches further so that you could kill this completely.

“I’m not ready. I thought I was, I really did, but I need to be alone–”

“Alone?” He spat out the word, as though that weren’t a part of his vocabulary, which you imagined it weren’t. “But you love me? Why do you want to leave?”

Your lips shook so much it grew difficult to speak. “That’s not enough. I wish it was, but it isn’t. You have to let me go.”

“You want me to let you go?” He asked in disbelief. “We’ve been together for four years! We’re planning on getting married in a few months! You’re all I know! Please, baby, tell me you aren’t serious.”

You remained silent and it only pushed him further into a panic. “We don’t have to get married now, if that’s what you want. We don’t have to move in together. We can wait. I can wait. We can slow down, focus on other things until you’re ready. Just please, please, Mel! Don’t do this. Don’t leave me.”

“I’ve already made up my mind,” you said. Chanyeol shook his head in denial, protests left his lips, but you continued, raising your voice so it overlapped his. “I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to be with you anymore, Chanyeol! Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

“Don’t say that!” He cried, tears streaming down his face. Your hands balled into fists, fingernails dug deep into your palms, drawing blood.

Chanyeol fell to his knees, gasping for breath before you, and begged for you to stop. To think about this, to love him back. Love him. Don’t you love him?

He reached for you and you took several steps back and that rejection seemed to snap something inside him.

He immediately stopped crying, face falling in shock. His hands were still stretched towards you, hands open for your embrace. The only sound coming from you both were his ragged breaths.

He stared at his empty hands as though seeing them for the first time, confusion washed over his features. Did you just…deny him? He then took in his surroundings, took notice to the small crowd forming around you, who took in the show with either pity or curiosity. It grounded him, made him aware of the scene he was making. Slowly his arms lowered back to his sides, and he silently got back to his feet, brushing his pants off and sniffing, wiping away the wetness on his red face.

“Let me take you home.” His voice was gravelly and deeper than you had ever heard it. You hated the way it caused your heart to speed up, your lower abdomen to burn with want. That was the opposite of what you should’ve felt.

“Yeol, I don’t think–”

He doesn’t give you time to finish. Quickly, spinning around and heading towards his car without making sure you were even following. You had to jog to catch up with his wide steps. You remained silent. You understood. No one deserved to get dumped in public like this.

Once you were both in his car, he drove off without a word or glance over to you. Even the music remained off, which was never a good sign of his state of mind.

It was only a fifteen minute drive to your place, but it felt much longer.

He parked in front of your complex, turned off his car, and you both just… sat there. You played with your fingers, and tried to ignore the way the streetlight ahead hit your engagement ring, causing the light to bounce around the car. It was beautiful–a great representation of Chanyeol’s feelings for you.

“I’m sorry,” you finally spoke, feeling wetness on your hands. “I hate hurting you.”

His hands curled tightly around the steering wheel. “So, you want to go through with this? You really want to call off the wedding?”

You nodded, albeit reluctantly. “We’re not ready–at least, I’m not. I don’t want to grow to resent you, Yeol. And if we get married now, I will. I know I will. I’m starting to think that I’m not the type to get married, to be tied down. I… want to swim.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, and your heart leapt. It should have made you feel cold, instead it warmed your heart.

You couldn’t help but reach over and cup his cheek and smile ruefully at him. “You’re going to make a wonderful husband, Yeol. Just not mine.”

“Don’t say that.” He ordered again, voice cracking. He reached up and grabbed your hand, holding it firmly against his dampening cheek. For the second time, he broke down. Weeping the loss of his soon-to-be bride. You held him. Let him lean into your touch for the last time, to savor the feeling of his soft skin beneath your fingers. This truly felt like a farewell. Like you were never going to see him again, and if that were the case you wanted to remember all the things you loved most about him while he was still in front of you, even as he fell apart around you.

You sobbed with him. Mourned for the future you both had planned for, the only future you saw for the last few years. He had grown to be all you knew, and it wasn’t as easy as you were making it to leave him.

“I love you,” he cried. “I love you so damn much. I don’t want to lose you.”

That only made you sob harder. Fuck, you loved him too, and you wished you could tell him that. But that would only make it harder for him to let you go, and you needed him to. You both had to move on.

“I’m sorry,” was all you could muster. You repeated that word over and over, hoping he would grasp the weight of your regret.

The sun was in the middle of its descent when you both were able to finally catch your bearings.

Chanyeol let go of your hand, took in the ring and closed his eyes, readjusting in his seat so that he could lean back and stare unseeingly at the darkening sky through his sunroof.

“Now what?” He asked.

“We move on,” you said between hiccups. “I’ll inform everyone in a week. Give you time… to come to terms with everything.”

“I can’t believe you’re actually doing this,” he muttered, still looking at the scramble of stars ahead of him. “I thought you loved me.”

You took a massive breath and let it out in a gust, clearing your throat of the burning ball building within it.

You needed to go before you said something stupid, like you changed your mind. There was just one thing left to do.

You started taking off your ring.

Hands brought you to a stop.

“What are you doing?” It was said so fiercely, you jerked back, startled. When you locked eyes with Chanyeol’s, they were aflame. The fire in his eyes reminded you of the infamous painting of Lucifer.

The intensity had you gulping in fear.

“Keep it,” he said through gritted teeth.

“But–”

“No,” he repeated, just as intensely. “That’s yours. Hold on to my heart for me. I only want you to have it.”

“Chanyeol….” Your eyes clouded over again with fresh tears. There was a change in him. Instead of being the victim, he was being strong, fully coming to terms with what was happening.

His grip on your hand tightened slightly, “You said you want to be alone. Fine. I’ll leave you alone. But, I want you to remember that there is someone that loves you. I will always be in love with you. Even now, when you’re leaving me. Even if you find someone new, I will always be here–waiting for you to come back to me.”

“What if I don’t come back?” You can’t help but ask.

“I don’t know if you will,” he said. His authenticity only made you feel worse. “But I’ll be waiting all the same.”

He squeezed your hand. “So, please, Mel, do this last thing for me. Keep the ring.”

Hot tears streamed down your face and he brushed them away with his thumbs before leaving a lingering kiss on your forehead.

“I love you.”

His confession had you sobbing. He was letting you go completely, and it had you regretting the decision. You loved him so much and you leaving at the end of the day had nothing to do with him. This was a selfish choice, but it was one you knew you had to make. You had to do something for yourself for once, and this was it. Putting yourself first wasn't easy, but it was necessary for you to grow into the person you wanted to be.

“I know you still love me,” Chanyeol continued. “But I think I’m starting to understand what you’re trying to do.”

“I’m sorry,” you said for the hundredth time.

He gave you a small smile, taking in your features as though it were for the last time, which was a high chance it would be. “I know.”

That’s enough of a goodbye to you.

You stare at each other for a moment longer, wanting to prolong the inevitable. But, finally you pulled away and opened the door, stumbling out. Holding your hand to your chest, you felt the cool metal of your engagement ring against your burning flesh–the physical representation of his heart.

Despite breaking it, it was the only thing that gave you strength.

It was what got you through the loneliest year of your life.

Until he took it back.

You awake the next day more exhausted than before you dozed off. Cracking open an eye, you see Sehun fluttering around. His dark hair is wet, dampening the shoulders of his white t-shirt that’s tucked into black slacks.

He notices you and grins. “Oh! Good morning.”

You groan as you stretch. “What time is it?”

“It’s a little past eleven. I was just about to wake you. I have to leave here in a bit.”

You sit up, squinting. “I need a shower.”

“You’re free to use mine, although you didn’t bring anything with you.”

You sigh. That means you’ll have to go back to your room.

“There’s breakfast on the table. Eat first. You’ll have just enough time to get ready after.”

You nod while letting out a large yawn. Sehun walks past you and you grab his wrist, pulling him to a stop. He glances down at you questioningly, and you answer with a smile. “Thank you.”

He matches your smile. “Of course. Now go eat.”

He pats the bird’s nest on top of your head before disappearing into his room, leaving while you’re in the middle of eating. You take your time, chewing slowly as you work up the courage to head over to your suite.

Once in the hallway, your eyes are drawn over to the door a little off to your right. The one Chanyeol vanished after kissing you last night. Your breath catches as you remember the feeling of his lips against yours. The way his hands cupped your face. The desperation in his gaze and voice. You shake your head and realize that you had started walking over to the room instead of your own. You let out a shaky laugh, you can’t go to him. Not yet. Not after last night, not before going to a wedding of all things! Still… you find yourself lingering. Hoping, maybe, he’ll open the door. That he’ll find you waiting for him, that you both can finally have the talk you’ve been dancing around since first locking eyes a few days ago.

He doesn’t come out, probably already left for the wedding, and with disappointment sitting heavy in your chest, you shuffle back over to your suite.

It’s quiet when you finally enter. The door to Seulgi’s room is closed, but yours is open. You creep in to find your best friend sitting at the vanity, blow-drying her hair. You lock eyes in the mirror and she jumps from fright.

“Morning,” you wince. “I just have to grab my things to get ready.”

“Are you going to get ready at Sehun’s?”

“Yeah. Thought it would be easier on everyone.”

Seulgi pouts. “We were going to get ready together.”

“That was before Yerim decided to hate us.”

“Actually, she might’ve already gotten over it.” She sees your confused expression and sighs. “Chanyeol stopped by earlier.”

Her words cause you to completely freeze. You don’t even breathe as you register what she just said. You had missed him.

“He did?” You ask, anticipating her answer. That bitter iron taste slowly leaking into the back of your throat.

“Yeah. He came by to talk to Yerim. I guess one of the boys told him what he did last night. He sounded very apologetic. They spoke for a while, but I didn’t hear anything. They went in my room and closed the door. He asked for you as well, but I told him that you weren’t here, and that talking to you probably wasn’t the best idea.”

You hum noncommittally, thawing again. Seulgi is right. Neither one of you are in the best place mentally at the moment. And despite wanting to speak to him privately, you are a bit apprehensive of being alone with him.

“Yerim spoke to me afterwards,” Seulgi continues, unaware of your inner monologue. “It was to ask if I booked her flight, but still. She didn’t sound as angry, so whatever he said must have calmed her down.”

“So, she’s still going to leave?”

She lets out a heavy sigh. “Unfortunately, she won’t budge. She will be flying out right after the ceremony.”

“This is all my fault.”

She lifts a hand, halting your words. “Don’t start. You know that it’s not. Now get over here and dry the rest of my hair, I can’t reach the back.”

You can’t help but smile at her bossy tone and walk over, grabbing the dryer out her hands and gladly complying.

When that task is done, you slip into the shower. Once clean, you head back to your room to get dressed, but when you open the door, Yerim is on the other side.

“Oh!” You startle.

“Oh, you’re here….” She averts her gaze, and it kills you a little.

You call after her. “I know you’re still angry, but can we talk? Just us?”

She sighs but relents with a nod, heading back to the room she shared with Seulgi until last night.

She sits on the edge of the bed, you remain standing.

“I’m sorry,” you start. “I’m sorry for not telling you the moment I realized he was your date. I should’ve said something then, but when he pretended to not know us, I don’t know, I didn’t want you to think I was making things up or trying to meddle.”

“It’s true that I most likely wouldn’t have believed you at first,” she says. “But I still believe I was owed that much. I could’ve talked to him about it and we would’ve figured things out together, instead of him making the decision himself.”

“You’re right,” you agree. “You should’ve had a choice. By not telling you, I took that away from you. I just couldn’t bear to break your heart, Yerim. When you came down to the hall that first day, it was obvious how happy you were. I didn’t want to take that away from you. I would rather swallow my pride and jealousy, and endure the pain of seeing him with somebody else, then ruin your joy.”

Yerim’s quiet, pondering over your words. Her next words surprise you. “You were jealous?”

You huff out a laugh. “Is that all you heard?”

She shakes her head, but you catch a small smile. “It’s just weird. You being jealous of me.”

“This whole situation has been weird,” you say.

“That I can agree with.”

It’s silent for a breath and she seems to sober up. “I believe you.”

That’s enough to have your head whipping over to her.

“I believe that you had my best interest at heart, but at the end of the day, he still kissed you and you still lied to me. I can’t forgive you–not now at least. Not when it’s all still so fresh.”

“I understand.” And you did, although it hurt to hear. “I wish things went differently. You deserved better.”

“Thank you,” she says with a watery smile. “You did too, you know?”

You eye her skeptically and she notices, rolling her own. She says your name. “You’ve been caught in the middle this whole time. I don’t know what has been going on between you and Chanyeol, but I know from that kiss, that you both had been holding back for my sake. It wasn’t fair for you to have to do that.”

You think about the other almost kisses and can’t help but to disagree with Yerim’s words. Yes, you were holding back, but it was only a matter of time before you had cracked yourself.

“Chanyeol was never mine.” Yerim’s words catch your attention and you refocus on the broken-hearted girl, who was looking very introspective and mature at the moment. “I know this now. He was here earlier. He apologized for last night and the way he handled us, and it was so obvious, I can’t believe I hadn’t seen it the moment you were back in his life. He never really liked me. Maybe he thought he could, but it seems more like he saw a way to try to forget you and took it. I just so happened to be a willing participant in his charade.”

“He wasn’t using you,” you can’t help but defend.

Her smile turns sad. “He still cares about you, and I have a feeling you still care about him also.”

“Yerim….”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me. Just be honest from now on. Okay, Mel?”

You groan and she laughs, it rings sincerely.

“What does that even mean, anyway?”

“Long story,” you dismiss with a wave of a hand. “So… we’re good?”

She contemplates for a moment, scrutinizing you before giving you a nod. “We’re about twenty percent good.”

“I’ll take it!” You pull her into a hug before she can fight you off and leave her room in higher spirits.

You get ready with Seulgi and the two of you are back to feeling excited. With the ceremony looming, it’s easy to get lost in your excitement for Junmyeon. Thoughts of Chanyeol are forgotten as you laugh and dance to the playlist Seulgi created specifically for getting hype over the event.

The massive hotel Junmyeon will one day inherit has two wedding venues. One is outside by the shore, while the other is in a building connected to the hotel. He decided to have his ceremony in the latter, which you are grateful for. The sun is beating heavily this late afternoon, and you know your makeup would melt off if you were outside for too long.

The hall is magnificent. In the center is a long elevated runway, the end of it splits into two, so it’s like a T shaped stage. The surface of the stage is a screen, showing a moving image of the sparkling blue sea, it’s waves gently overlapping each other. At the edge of the stage, in the middle of the horizontal top of the T is a white arch with peach flowers wrapped around it with golden vines. At least six chandeliers hang low from the ceiling with icy diamonds softly sparkling against the golden hues of the light. Either side of the runway is lined with rows of chairs all facing the front where the bride and groom will be saying their vows.

Yerim, Seulgi, and yourself sit on the right side of the stage, in the fourth row. The place is filling up quickly, the event close to starting. The three of you sit silently as you wait with baited breath. Why are you nervous? You don’t even know, but your foot keeps tapping restlessly and you can’t stop wringing your hands.

Finally, the lighting dims and the orchestra from the dinner when you first arrived starts playing. Everyone turns to the double doors that open at the foot of the walkway and the officiate walks in before taking her place in front of the arch. Then comes two pairs of grandparents, followed by both Nayeon and Junmyeon’s mothers, both dawning beautiful hanboks in peach and champagne respectfully.

Once they are seated, the music changes and Junmyeon comes waltzing in, a hand in his pocket and a brilliant thousand watt smile on his lips. You can’t help but smile as well, basking in his joy. He acknowledges people in the audience while you all clap at his arrival. When he’s beside your row, you catch his eye and you both share a wink as both Seulgi and you throw him a thumbs up. He pats his chest in gratitude before moving on to the other guests. Seulgi turns to face you and you both lean into each other. Your friend is actually doing it. He’s actually getting married.

Once Junmyeon takes his place in the front, the wedding party enters. You wrap your arms around Seulgi’s waist, resting your chin on her shoulder as you watch the rest of your best friends walk down the aisle. They all look incredibly handsome. All in charcoal two piece suits, white button downs, silky champagne ties, and hair all gelled back, exposing their foreheads. They’re all just as joyous as the rest of you, big smiles on all of their faces. Chanyeol is the last one to enter, probably because he’s the tallest, and you purposely avoid looking at him, knowing you won’t be able to handle him like this. You wouldn’t be able to handle him like this on your strongest day, but after the kiss, it’s just not realistic.

The music changes again, lilting to the familiar tune of Here Comes the Bride, and everyone stands and shifts their attention to the open doors in anticipation for the star of the ceremony.

Nayeon glides into the room, her father at her side, and she looks absolutely stunning. She’s wearing a lacy long sleeved gown that floats down into a big train. appearing like fresh fallen snow. Her hair is braided back into a knot, revealing her beautiful face. Her big eyes are shiny with unshed tears, and despite not being that close to her, you can’t help but grow misty eyed. She’s undeniably gorgeous, embodying everything a bride should. You can’t take your eyes off of her.

She makes it to the front, her father passes her hand over to her husband’s and goes back to his seat, leaving the two to smile up at each other, and you’re sure they’ve forgotten there are others in the room.

Your attention gets pulled to the right, where Junmyeon’s groomsmen stand, and you lock eyes with Chanyeol. It’s the first time seeing him after his drunken confession and it knocks the wind out of you. He is the most handsome man you have ever seen, but his beauty is haunting with his perfect features fallen in despair. It’s as though seeing you in this setting reminds him of what he lost, of what could have been. Three years ago, he would be in Junmyeon’s position, staring lovingly at his bride-to-be. Instead, he watches her in the crowd, with longing in his wounded heart.

It’s enough to bring back that bitter iron taste this wedding has shoved down your throat.

“I know,” you mouth to him, and god didn’t you. You give him an understanding nod and that seems to be enough to console him. He sucks in a breath, finally blinking away the strong emotions of regret and helplessness, and turns back to his friends.

Now that the couple are at the altar, everyone sits down, allowing the event to proceed.

The ceremony is quick. The two share their vows. Nayeon’s is sweet and she barely gets through them, nearly bursting into tears every few words. Junmyeon’s is cheesy, riddled with dad jokes, but there is no denying his devotion to her. Baekhyun and Chen, who both minored in choir, sing a few songs for the newlyweds that only make you even more emotional. After that, the couple turn to the crowd, bowing before you all. Nayeon lowers her head, but Junmyeon gives a deep bow, falling onto his hands and knees to press his forehead to the stage. Then they walk to the tail end of the stage and finally share their first kiss as husband and wife. Junmyeon, ever the showman, dips Nayeon and the crowd hoots and cheers for them. It’s all very sweet.

That marks the end of the actual ceremony, so they head back to the arch and take pictures with guests for about twenty minutes. Everyone wants a picture with the newlyweds. Yerim doesn’t wish to, but both Seulgi and you are practically forced to by the boys. You both get on the stage and catch the way Nayeon takes in your matching champagne colored dresses with dismay before quickly brushing it off.

Just because you weren’t in the wedding didn’t mean you weren’t going to show your support. You are also close friends with Junmyeon, so he may have let it slip what color the boys will be wearing, hinting that you both should maybe get dresses in that color as well.

You shimmy up to Sehun, who holds you close, and smile at the camera. The whole college crew gets a bunch of pictures together and it is filled with laughter and silliness, as it always is when you’re all together.

Once you’re done with the photo op, you head back over to the ballroom, where the reception is being held. Seulgi and Yerim break away to go to the hotel room so that Yerim can leave, her flight is in a couple hours. Seulgi tells you she’ll be right back. You want to go with them, but don’t want to agitate Yerim any more than you already have, so you instead enter the room alone. None of your friends have arrived yet, so you just awkwardly stand by the food, not really hungry. You take in everyone present and get overwhelmed with loneliness. It’s not too long though, before the groomsmen all enter. You chuckle when the crowd applauses at their arrival, the mini celebrities.

Jongdae finds you quickly and makes his way over.

“What are you doing, hiding in the corner?” He asks. You attempt a smile, having little faith in the strength of your voice, and shake your head in answer.

“Are you hungry?” He asks. You shake your head again. He furrows a brow. “Where’s Seulgi and her sister?”

You shrug and clear your throat, trying to tell him in so many ways what’s going on. He takes a pause, eyes roaming your face and posture. You aren’t sure if he catches on, but he must have seen something because he nudges your shoulder and gently grabs your wrist, pulling you over to a table already inhabited by Jongin and Baekhyun.

It’s not long until the newlyweds make their grand entrance, and soon after a DJ starts playing fun music and the ballroom lights dim, allowing for a little laser show to bounce shapes across the walls. The tables are situated in such a way that allow for a makeshift dance floor in front of the DJ table. Sehun arrives with a whole tray of champagne and hands them out. Seulgi makes it back just in time to join the toast.

“To us,” Sehun murmurs simply. You all gently clink your glasses together, basking in the love you all have for each other.

“Is she gone?” You finally find your voice to ask Seulgi after taking a sip of the obviously expensive drink.

She nods, exposed shoulders falling. “She didn’t want me to wait for her. She said she’ll text me when she makes it there.”

You rub her back and she leans her head onto your shoulder. You take in your dapper friends. “You all did so amazing, and look very handsome in your suits.”

“The best groomsmen ever,” Seulgi adds, throwing them a finger heart.

“Why, thank you,” Baekhyun says, smoothing his suit jacket.

“We’ll keep the suits for the next wedding,” Jongin adds.

“Which will probably be Jongdae at this rate,” Sehun says.

Jongdae laughs. “Hey now, let’s have this baby first. Then we can start talking about marriage.”

“Should we bet on it?” Baekhyun asks, smiling conspiringly.

Jongin groans. “You never play fair.”

“You’re no fun. The only one that ever plays with me anymore is Chanyeol.”

“Where is he anyways?” Seulgi asks, lifting her head off of you so that she can continue drinking.

“Around here somewhere,” Baekhyun says, tossing a hand dismissively. You surreptitiously glance around, but don’t see him. You try not to show your disappointment.

“He was helping the crew put away chairs before I left the venue,” Sehun reveals.

“That’s nice of him,” Jongdae says.

“Always such a sweetheart.”

“I thought he was an asshole?”

“He’s a sagittarius,” Seulgi shrugs. That’s enough of an answer for you all. You get the suspicion that he’s being ‘nice’ as an avoidance tactic and you’re jealous you didn’t think of it yourself.

Another twenty minutes pass, and even though you love being around your friends, you just want to be alone and sulk. Now that the wedding is officially over, you can’t shake off that dark rotten feeling sitting heavy in your gut. There are so many negative emotions swirling around you, darkening your aura, and there’s only one other person that you feel you can talk to about it, but aren’t even sure if he wants to.

The others have been drinking and some have worked up the courage to get on the dance floor. The groomsmen really know how to put on a show. The crowd instantly cheers, glad to see that people are starting to let loose. You’re thankful to see Seulgi join them, she’s honestly one of the best dancers in the group, and she needs to let loose right now.

The only person that sits at the table with you is Sehun.

“I think I’m going to go,” you tell him, trying to act regretful.

He takes you in quietly. “I’m glad you stayed for this long. I didn’t think you would come to the reception.”

You raise a questioning eyebrow at him, but he gives you a smile full of pity as an answer.

“You look beautiful, by the way. It was smart of Junmyeon to tell you the color. I did notice that Yerim didn’t wear it though.”

“She’s not one of us….” You let the sentence trail off, catching how defensive you sound.

“You’re right,” he acknowledges around the rim of his flute. “She’s not.”

You study him for a moment, taking in the way he turns away from you to watch your friends dance battle. You want to leave, but find yourself hesitating, waiting for Sehun to say what he wants to say.

“What are you waiting for?” He asks instead, turning back to you. “Go before they notice. If any of them catch you, you won’t be leaving this reception until we all get kicked out.”

You grin gratefully before quietly slipping out. You feel bad for not saying goodbye to Junmyeon, but you’ll see him again some day. Plus, you know he won’t hold it against you.

The lobby is empty when you go to hit the up button on the elevator and rub your cold bare arms as you wait for the doors to open. Once they do, you climb in, hit the floor number, lean against the corner and wait for the doors to close, trying to keep your mind clear of any thoughts.

Right as the doors are closing, someone sticks their hand out, causing them to open again. Your heart both plummets and soars as Chanyeol rushes in. He locks eyes with you and freezes in shock, not expecting you of all people. He catches himself quickly, throwing you a wistful knowing grin. “Couldn’t stomach it either, huh?”

Just like when Jongdae found you at the reception, you can’t find your voice, only an itchy feeling you can’t scratch. His presence brings on an onslaught of emotions that get caught in your throat, choking you with the overwhelming feeling of longing and hurt and regret and frustration and other things you can’t instantly place.

He swallows thickly at what he sees in your expression, and turns away from you, going to press the button to his floor, only to be reminded you’re both heading to the same place.

The doors close, trapping you in with the one person that’s been on your mind constantly since you stepped foot onto this island. The elevator is thick with tension, the silence almost overbearing, causing you to sweat a little. It’s full of all the things you both want to say to each other, full of things you’ve never been able to say to each other. You want to start rambling, to fill the silence that is only awkward because you’re making it that way. Your chest is heavy with all that you need to tell him piled onto it, but you find that you can’t seem to find the right words, despite everything. You dare a peek and a squeak leaves your mouth when you catch him already looking at you. He seems to be just appraising you, taking advantage of having you this close to him after such a long time. The moment your eyes lock, he straightens to attention, letting you know that he’s willing to listen to whatever you want to say.

How he knows that’s what you want is beyond you, but you’re relieved to know he’s allowing you this.

Unfortunately, you still can’t seem to vocalize the millions of thoughts running through your head.

There’s a ding and then the doors are opening, letting all the tension out with it like a deflating balloon. You make your way out. Chanyeol trails a few steps behind you. The heat of his gaze stiffening your shoulders as you make it to your room.

Once you arrive at your room, you find yourself hovering, unable to pull out the key to unlock the door. Chanyeol walks past you, towards his own room, and you swallow down the disappointment flooding your mouth.

You finally reach into your bag to grab that key, but the sound of urgent footsteps catches your attention. Chanyeol rushes back to you.

“Do you, uh, want to come to my room?” He asks, avoiding your gaze. Your heart leaps as you watch him scratch the back of his neck.

The word is leaving your mouth before you can even contemplate.

“Yeah.”

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dotster001 · 1 year

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I saw your event (two days before it ended, man am I lucky) and wanted to ask for a Twisted Wonderland matchup

To put ut plainly. Im an asshole

Low empathy and lack of need to give a shit about anything. I'm very cynical and view the world as this place where nothing good comes without a cost.

When something good happens I'm quick to find a fault with it and I'm a lazy person. I have goals but I couldn't give enough of a damn to try and accomplish them.

When I'm angry and will go for insecurities, I'll make it hurt which I admit is a very toxic trait that I'm working on fixing, it's slowly getting there but still quite which is why I added it.

And that's all i can think of right now...OH WAIT im a dark humor type of person, sexual humor as well, i tend to see innuendos in a lit offf things, and that's abt all I can think of...

Thank you and congrats on the milestone ♥️

Event Closed

(glad you were able to hit the event, cause I had fun with this one 😂 honorable mentions to Jamil and Ruggie, but...)

I match you with Floyd Leech.

Low empathy and lack of need to give a shit? Welcome to the Leech family, you'll fit right in. I thought about you with Jade, but realized you were too alike. Meanwhile, Floyd is used to his cynical brother, but brings some fun to life. If you're settled in a cynical point about something, Floyd can take that viewpoint, and smash it to smithereens as he does a chaotic break dance. Or he'll back you up on your viewpoint, with the most stoic expression on his face. Pick your poison.

Too tired to accomplish your goals? Fine with Floyd, he just wants to cuddle anyways. But if you want him to push you, he will. He goes with the flow. You don't even need to tell him what you want, cause when it comes to those he cares about he is incredibly insightful. (On a side note, if he is feeling lazy today, don't you fucking dare push him. I can't say for sure what he'll do, but it'll probably involve you being stuck somewhere with him for hours until someone can come save you.)

Go for his insecurities. It makes him laugh. Not in a, he looks down on you way, but in an, aw, look how well shrimpy knows me way. He won't do it back unless you want him to. But he sees it as a love language. Look at you! You see me! Not as half of a pair, but as me! (What a weird little freak)

Look, I'm super ace so idk how to sexual joke, but I know for sure Floyd does. He might give you a run for your money. If you want to get him to laugh really loud, drop a good out of nowhere, and he'll be dying. Yes, he has gotten kicked out of class for laughing too loudly at a sexual joke you made. But he'll do it back to you, regardless of the consequences, so be on your guard.

Again, he has perfected the art of the dark joke. Some people can't tell if he's kidding, or if he's really killed people. But if you can keep up with him, he's enamored. Head over heels. Bewitched. Hopefully, you don't have a "that's too far" joke, cause he has millions to drop on you.

The time had come. The part of the relationship everyone fears had arrived. Meeting the parents.

Floyd, as usual, was no help in preparing you for the encounter.

"What are they like?"

"Sometimes they're boring, sometimes they're not."

"I've never even met land Mafia, how do you act around mafia from the ocean?"

"I dunno."

"What if they don't like me?"

"They don't like a lot of people."

Useless. All of the "information" he gave you was useless. But now that you were seconds away from the arranged get together, he seemed more readily available to help.

"How should I act around them?"

"Honestly, Shrimpy, just be yourself," Floyd said with a soft smile.

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard," you scowled.

"Nah, for real. I'm gonna be running their empire one day, and they wanna make sure the person by my side is a bad ass and tough as stone. They're probably gonna be mean to you on purpose, at first, to see if you can handle it. But I know you can, cause my shrimpy bites, and bites hard."

"Only when you beg," you smirked, causing Floyd to giggle.

"See? Nothing to worry about. Plus, if everything goes wrong," he took both your hands in his, and gave a lovesick smile, "we can always just kill them."

"Aw, I love you so much baby."

"Love you too, shrimpy."

#matchups #1.5k followers #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader

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brandnewhuman · 2 years

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CAN I GET THE SINCLAIR TWINS WITH A S/O THEY JUST FOUND OUT HAS A DEGREDATION KINK YES, I'M DOWN ATROCIOUS NO I DON'T REGRET IT

Y/N TRAUMATISING THE

SLASHERS ONCE AGAIN

House of wax edition

☆STARRING☆

Vincent Sinclair ☆ the sad little waxy man who is secretly the most unhinged fucker on earth but we keep looking at him like a innocent baby just because he looks submissive and breedable

Bo Sinclair ☆ greasy himbo with no working brain cells yelling at people he plans to murder that he will call the police if they don't oPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR, cause apparently ThIS IS HIS TRUCK

CONTENT:

Tw: obviously there's degrading ecc, canon violence, mentions of murder, NSFW, mentions of blood and there's definitely more so be careful

A/N: *sighs* i open requests and this IS THE FIRST THING YOU ALL ASK FOR. HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU ALWAYS SO HORNY BROS. YOU ALL ARE GETTING TOO DAMN COMFORTABLE WITH THIS SHIT. Where do you all get this ideas? WHERE?!. Anyways I hope you enjoy it cause it has cost me my spot in heaven and a couple of weird Google searches

BO SINCLAIR:

To think this was going to be a nice funny little blog full of fluff and angst and nice things.

Now look at me, fueling someone foul need to be called a piece of garbage to get turned on

YOU KNOW WHAT I ALWAYS SAY ABOUT BO HAVING ANGER ISSUES

But for the sake of giving you all your horny content let's say he does have anger issues

Yeah you already know where this is going

The first time he found out you needed jesus in your life was, yes you guessed it, when you first came to ambrose

As soon as he saw you he knew you were going to the basement

He felt bad for you since you seemed so nice and so shy plus you were completely Bo's type

He would have NEVER thought you would end up acting like a SINFUL WHORE

he was going on with the whole tying you up and whatnot

"You were not dying to get here, were you? This is what you really want behind all that shy bullshit act you have going on"

If you were to be honest you were enjoying this

And if you were not turned on before now you're whole brain has stopped working and you're on fire

When he heard the small moan leaving your mouth bro was almost shocked

"Did you just.. you know what never mind"

He tried to think that maybe he just misheard but

YOU DID IT AGAIN AND LOUDER

MY POOR MAN WAS HAVING A LIFE CRISIS WHILE YOU WERE HERE HAVING THE SMEXY TIME OF YOUR LIFE

he was trying to process the whole thing while you were like: 👹 mmm yes do it again

Bro felt the 50 shades of trauma right then right there

and being the fucking gremlin you are you EVEN ASKED WHY HE STOPPED

he was like "ight I'm out of here"

He just left you there cause if you were enjoying this then there was no point

And because honestly wtf was that y/n WHAT THE ACTUAL FACK

Ironically enough, being so into Bo's kinky shit and being so horny is what saved you

Initially he thought you would be just a way to kill time between victim and victim and that's why he kept you around

Well, he was in for a fucking surprise

Obviously the relationship took a more deep turn

You still had to see Bo getting angry tho.

You both fell in love so hard that Bo's temper improved around you

Maybe it was because with you he could do all the things that makes him feel better without feeling ashamed of it

Today was a particularly tough day

Victims kept being rude and he had to spend an extra hour chasing them around so he wasn't really in the greatest of the moods

So it wasn't really that much of a surprise when he went all aggressive and mean during smexy time

You basically are free therapy for him

The more you get turned on by him talking to you worse than how he talks to jonesy the more he falls in love with you and the harder he fucks you

IM SORRY, YOU ARE FUELING THIS MAN WORST SIDE WITH THIS KINKY FUCKERY.

WHATEVER CONSEQUENCES COMES OUT OF IT ARE ALL ON YOU

Eventually he would say sorry and occasionally feel bad for some things he had said

He never insults you or degrades you in things he knows could actively hurt your feelings tho

And sometimes he worries about being to rough or to cruel

You know that most kinks come from traumas ecc so he does wonder what the fuck has happened for you to be this fucking wild

He doesn't complains tho, keep it that way y/n your beloved Bo likes the feral horny energy

VINCENT SINCLAIR:

Not gonna lie I would like too to be called a bitch by vinny

I would never shut up about the fact that vinny is not the fucking innocent Babe everyone makes out of him

This bitch would not hesitate to push your head down for a blow job if he deems you're being too much of a brat

I JUST FEEL THAT DEPENDING ON HIS MOOD HE DECIDES WHEN AND HOW TO BE A TOP

And this is one of those occasions where he decided how and when to be a mean top

You have been pestering him all day, distracting him from work he has to do

so now he is pissed because not only he has like too many pending wax figures to do but he can't focus anymore with you around

He literally grabs you by the wrists and looks at you deep in the eyes

Now vin can't really talk much. We all know that but it's like…

His whole demeanour gives off so much without even speaking

Like you just know he's calling you a fucking whore without even have to ask

He was not really mad at you but kind of irritated and tbh he didn't meant to be so aggressive but you have pushed all his buttons

I- he was certainly surprised but not disappointed

You tried so hard to hide your reaction but vinny can read you like an open book

It only takes one look at your eyes, the red on your cheeks and how you wiggled slightly under his gaze trying to tone down yourself and keep at bay your inner turmoil

THIS UNHINGED FUCKER IS NOT HAVING ANY MERCY

Would it been a different situation where he was not feeling this dominant he would have just caught fire in front of you

But now? Rip your horny soul my friend

he just keeps staring at you until you, keeping you in place using his hands, until you just get too worked up and can't hold it anymore

As soon as you divert your gaze from his a smirk is forming under the mask and he slightly tilts his head to the side amused by your curious reaction

Picture this PICTURE FUCKING THIS

Every time he notice you getting more and more turned on by him being mean the more he denies you to come until you're practically begging him to do it

And if you even try to move in any sort of way to help yourself he will be punish you even more

He would do everything he can to ensure you won't be able to bother him while working for a good few hours

I just feel that from now on this whole thing would be a huge inside joke between you and him

He would put you in the most embarrassing situations cause he has no fucking chill

But in the end it all works well cause both of you are having lots of sinful fun

Like Bo he would never use anything really hurtful against you

But unlike Bo he would never feel that bad for being mean

Cause everytime he has to do this is because you're acting like a WHORE AND NOT LETTING HIM FINISH HIS WORK

The wax play combined with this stuff? 10/10

#slasher community #slasher fandom #slashers #slasher fanfiction #horror movies #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #sinclair brothers #vincent sinclair x reader #brian van holt #house of wax #slasher

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ficsforeren · 6 months

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thank you for telling me not to apologize for being awkward instead of saying im not awkward >///<

SPOILER!!!

aaa.. i really love your fics. i havent read them all yet but im in love with your The Last Song, especially In Another Life. TLS broke my heart into pieces (the last chapter), i wont lie that i didnt read it in full (i cry easily at puppy videos, im not sure i can handle Eren dying. especially that version of him). nonetheless i will apply what Eren said in IAL, the series has been a great experience for me. not only because Eren was literally written ineffably, but because i really learned a lot and i was able to relate so much.

im still having a hard time accepting the whole death talk in general, because (i feel like such a loser hahaha, but im happy because—-) i love him so much, but i should try and learn (note:try). and apply.

i just want to say.. thank you. and i dont know how to make that sound like i mean it (i tried formatting after much thought, hopefully its not cringey). its so hard for me to express it in words how grateful i am sometimes, but i really do mean it. maybe its because its probably just one thank yous that you get out of probably hundreds a day—- i think youre an amazing writer.

thank you. not only for bringing Eren to life, for helping me get through shit through your stories.. thank you for sharing your knowledge through your writing. thanks for inspiring me. to be and do many things. thanks for helping me cope through Eren. i know it probably sounds so sad, but i really imagined him comforting me in actual.

man, hopefully i dont sound too much like a creep. i often tend to be overwhelming. just ignore this if its toomuch anksksks i really dont mean anything bad. its just that.. i think a character is only as smart as the author is. and.. man, im so in love with Eren Yeager 😭😭😭

he deserves so much love.

and you do, too.

BABEEEE HIIIII SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY!! I've been busy with life so I just got back to tumblr today 😭

can I tell you just how HAPPY you made me feel with your message??? "its probably just one thank yous that you get out of probably hundreds a day" BABE ONE THANK YOU COMING FROM YOU MEANS THE WORLD TO ME WHAT ARE YOU SAYINGGGGGG

I don't know if you've read my other asks before but I think I've mentioned a few times just how insecure I am of my writing and that I constantly have this feeling that I want to delete all of my works 'cause I think they're cringe and embarrassing and just in desperate need of improvement, so whenever I receive messages like this, it really makes me feel appreciated and I'm really REALLY happy that my stories mean something to you 😭😭😭

UGH I JUST WANT TO HUG YOU AND KISS YOU AND GIVE YOU ALL MY LOVE YOU'RE SO SWEET AND KIND AND THIS MESSAGE MAKES ME SMILE SO MUCH THANK YOUUUUUU

(also, this message is so heartwarming and thoughtful and you sound lovely!!! please don't apologize for being who you are, I think you're very sweet and adorable 🫶 I wish I could write a reply as good as the message you sent me but I hope you can feel how grateful I am to have a reader like you)

#i want to have your message printed out on paper asfagasdg I LOVE THIS SO MUCH #thank you so much for spending the time to write this for me seriously it means a lot to me 🥺#if you want something fluffy to cheer you up you can read my spidergirl AU it has zero angst i promise 😁#I'm sending MILLIONS OF KISSES your way ❤️❤️❤️#kana answers stuff #kana gets some love!

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yourimagines · 7 months

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hi!! i have a request if you’d be open to writing it:)

could you write a story where the reader works for the ufc and was there when khabib was still fighting and they became close (ik that wouldn’t actually happen but for the story lol). so now when islam fights the reader is interviewing khabib about all of the training and he decides to ask her to go meet islam with him and they hit it off so well and start talking and it’s all just fluffy pre and post fight (you could make it islam vs charles)

thank you so much! i’m dying for some ufc fluf❤️

I hope you like this one ✌🏻

Friends from work

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers; fluff

Y/N POV

I was waiting for Khabib to show up to our interview. “You sure he will show up?” The camera man said. “Yes of course, I know him.” The camera man nods. ‘Come on Khabib, don’t do this to me.’ People around me where getting bored. “He’s to late, maybe he doesn’t even show up.” “He will show up.” I said while picking up my phone, ready to calll him. The door went open and Khabib with his team walked in. “I’m sorry Y/N I’m late.” I walked up to him. “It’s all good, I’m glad you’re here.” I gave him a hug. “I’m also happy.” I smiled at him. “Good, let’s start the interview then.” We both walked over to a large sofa. He placed his drink on the table and sat down, I followed him.

“Welcome Khabib, thank you for your time today.” I nodded at him

“Thank you, no problem.” He gave me a small smile

“We heard last week that Islam is going to fight Charles, now how’s the team preparing Islam for this fight?”

“A lot of training.”

“A lot of training, do you coach him Khabib?”

“Yes, I coach him.” He took a sip from his drink

“So how does a training day look like, is it a lot of sparring or is it more balanced, what do you guys on a training day.”

“We prepare him for the fight, sparring, wrestling but also running.”

“So basically you guys do little bit everything.”

“Yes but not the little part.” He says while I’ll chuckled.

“So Khabib, the training goes like it supposed to go, when the fight is happening who wins?”

“Islam.”

“Islam will win?”

“Yes, he’s in a good form, training hard, has a good mentality so he wins.”

“I’m excited for the fight, I’ll be there and you will be there also, coaching him from the sideline.”

“You gonna love it.”

“Yes I will, Khabib thank you for your time today.” I smiled at him

“No problem.” He gave him a friendly nod

The cameraman said it was done and everyone started to pack up. Khabib stood up, holding his bottle in his hand. “Are you doing the interviews?” He asked while I stood up also. “Yes, the pre and post interviews.” “I want you to come with me, to Islam’s training.” “Really?” “Yes, you are my friend, so why not.” I smiled at him. “Text me where and when then.” He nods.

——— training day———

I followed Khabib to his own training room. “Guys, this is Y/N, she’s here today to watch.” “Only watching?” Islam said as he walked up to us. “Hello, I’m Islam, your Y/N right?” I gave him a hand. “Yes, nice to meet you Islam.” He smiles. Khabib pats him on his shoulder. “Let’s start.” They started their training, I sat down on the ground and watched them. The rest of the team was also training along.

Islam planted himself next to me. “Having fun?” “Yes and you?” “Im a bit nervous, having a woman here looking at me.” I laughed. “Im not looking at you, I’m looking at your coach.” I nodded at Khabib who was training someone else. “Your good friends with him, he talks often about you.” I looked surprised at Islam. “He does?” “Yes, telling us it’s important to see the good people , not only focusing on the bad ones.” “But what do you think, is he right about me?” He smiles. “Yes he is right about you.” I giggled. “Thank you Islam.” “No problem.” He stood up and joined the group again. I smiled to myself. ‘I’m their friend now.’

——— pre fight interview———

I waited for Islam to talk briefly about the last few days before he gets in the octagon. “Hello Y/N.” Islam walks up and stands in front of the camera. “Hello Islam, good to see you.” He nods. “So how do you feel, in less than a week you are meeting Charles in the octagon, are you confident, feeling at your best, tell us.” “I’m good, everything is good, I can’t wait to meet him in the octagon.” I smile at him. “Your trainer Khabib said that you are going to win, what does that with you when people support you.” “That they are smart.” We both laugh. “It means a lot to hear it from your friends and family but they are right I’m going to smash this guy.” “Well I still want to wish you good luck for the fight and we see each other after the fight.” He nods. “Can’t wait for our next meeting.” And with that he walks away. ‘Cheeky guy.’

——— Fight Night———

I sat down at my seat, holding a snack and a drink. “What do you think he stays champion?” A random guy next to me asked me this question. “Yes but it will be a brutal fight, they are both very hungry for this fight.” The guys nods. “I think Charles is going to smash your guy.” I just smiled, staying friendly. “We’ll see.”

(Alternative ending 1)

I was right, both fought till there was nothing left. Islam won the fight and stays Champion. I stood up and walked to the back, ready to interview him and to congratulate him. “Y/N, we need to get them both.” My manager said. “Both fighters?” “Yes, make sure you get the winner first. That’s way more important.” We sat our camera up and waited for the fighter to walk in and do their post interviews.

Islam walked in with Khabib following close. They walked straight up to me. “Islam, congratulations on the win.” I said with a smile on my face. “Thank you Y/N.” Islam replied back with a smile on his face. “Islam, it was a very intense fight, you both were fighting till you both were bleeding and out of energy, how was it for you personally?” “Good, Charles is a very good fighter but only one could win tonight and I had to be me.” Khabib laughed. “Khabib, what are your thoughts about the fight.” “Good, he only needs to be more patience.” “Just like his coach?” Islam laughs, Khabib pointed a finger at me. “Watch out miss Y/L/N, you teach him the wrong things.” He said with a small smile on his face. “Okay, I think it’s time for you guys to celebrate this win, are you guys going to celebrate this and how.” “Yes of course and you are coming with us to see how we’re going to do that.” I smile at him. “I would love to join the party, once again congratulations on your win.” They both nodded and gave me a quick hug. “You are coming right?” Khabib asked me. “Yes, but first I need to interview Charles.” “We wait, just hurry up.” I smiled at him. “I will, you know me.” “That why.” I laughed and they waited for me to finish this up.

(Alternative ending 2)

I was wrong, Charles won and that means Islam lost his championship. I stood up and walked to the back, ready to interview the guys. “Y/N, interview both of them tonight, the winner of the night Charles and also Islam I wanna know his next plan’s.” My manager said. “Okay so both?” “Yes make sure you got Charles, the winner is way more important.” I nodded, we started to set up our camera and waited for them to show up.

The first who walked in was Islam, Khabib following him closely. They walked up to me, Islam looked very defeated. “Islam it’s not the result that you wanted, what are your next plans.” He signs. “Training more and win some more fights.” I nodded and looked at Khabib. “Khabib, your his coach, what are your thoughts on this fight.” “Well he loosed his belt and he needs to train to get it back.” “So back to the training room then, are there any plans for tonight or are you guys done and ready to go home?” “No we go back to our hotel and try to forget this loss for tonight and tomorrow we will look back at it and learn from it.” I nodded. “Well, thank you both for stopping by and I’m sure you get a new shot at the belt.” I hugged them goodbye. “Y/N.” Islam whispered while I hugged him. “Yes?” “I hope you do stop by tonight.” I smiled at him. “Of course.” He smiled back at me. “Good, I’ll see you tonight then.” “Yes, text me your room number.” “I will.” They walked away as I waited to interview the new champion Charles.

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flesh-into--gear · 2 months

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@rozecrest this was just easier but im so glad you liked it!

honestly you can't go wrong with any of his albums.

Purgatory is hilariously strong from start to finish and has these tracks which i love (i love the whole album but, in order)

I Swear (To God)

Feathered Indians

Tattoos

Purgatory

Universal Sound

Lady May

Live at Red Barn Radio I & II in absolute entirety tbh but the usual standouts are here

Shake the Frost

Deadman's Curve

Charleston Girl

Rock Salt and Nails

Follow You To Virgie (oof, about his mom, its a hard listen some days but FUCK its good.)

Bottles and Bibles

Country Squire was a mild style change-up, a little more honky-tonk. it's got some great tracks on it but it was also a mild writing departure for him as well, focusing a little more on country tropes and a LOT more tongue in cheek (the song Ever Lovin' Hand is a masturbation joke wrapped in a song about missing the person you love a lot). probably his weakest album? but:

Creeker

House Fire

Peace of Mind

All Your'n

Long Violent History is a kinda cool album, it's all instrumentals, old school holler jams and stuff. kinda hard to get into unless you're from that kinda thing i would assume? just reminds me of when i was a kid at thanksgiving and christmas back when we still spoke to my dad's side, and he and my uncles and one of my aunts would all get together and jam on some old gospel and bluegrass tunes. everybody brought instruments.... ah well. but i digress. you can take me out of the country but ill always be a big tomboy butch who gets a little too excited around jacked up trucks of a specific set of years, or the smell of gas and oil in the morning.

Can I Take My Hounds To Heaven i admittedly completely checked out on because i was deep in covid depression throes so i can't and won't comment because it won't be an accurate representation so.

Rustin' In The Rain I still haven't taken time to fully check out, as im working through a music backlog, but.

In Your Love is an incredible song and go watch the video because it cut me deep as fuck. i know a lot of people still stuck in those mines and i have friends with family members dying today because of coal companies. and im a trans woman from backwoods VA with all my roots in Appalachia from both sides (we had a handful of bootleggers in the family, explains a lot tbh). song hit me hard, in a good way.

anyway! im sorry! thank you for listening to me ramble about an artist i really enjoy! one of these days i should really just start a podcast called "Nobody Asked" and it's just me screaming into a microphone about stuff like this!

like dave matthews! like yeah i get it "ha ha dad rock" but come on!

Live at Radio City with Tim Reynolds is a fucking MONSTER album! and dave is a good guy! or at minimum is actually worthy of supporting because the dude has been doing activist things quietly and loudly for longer than ive been alive! and their music spans so many genres!

Eh Hee

Bartender

Still Water / Don't Drink The Water (back to back! they must be listened to together! please listen to this and Bartender off Live at Radio City)

#41

Two Step

Satellite

Some Devil

Grace Is Gone

and thats not even touching a fraction of this man's catalogue, he's been making music for forty something years

ahain im sorry i just really really love music and GAH theres so many artists from my chilhood and teen years and stuff that get so undeservedly swept under a rug because... i really don't know why. i feel like a lot of artists immediately get written off because of styles or genres or whatever and thats just so unfair and upsets ke geeatly.

that's not directed at you whatsoever rozecrest to be clear lmao sorry it may have come off that way

also anyone who has an interest in bluegrass/gospel go listen to The Seldom Scene's "Old Train" and "Live at the Cellar Door" in their entirety

#music

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sobeesknees · 8 months

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bro old school harvest moon games (cant speak for the new ones) were so goddamn hard for dumb kid me

specifically talking about harvest moon ds (cute)

it was one of my first games ever, so i didnt even know that wikis existed for that thing and i never even thought about googling it bec ive never had to do that before??

i was consistently broke, there was never enough stone or wood, i didnt know jack shit about anything

i reached probably year 3 or 4 with less than a hundred sprites, still less than 30k to my name and man it was such an experience bec my first ever heart event was from Sky and it left me gobsmacked. I didnt know that was a thing?? Kid me kept returning to that fountain at night trying to trigger another cut scene bec i had absolutely no idea

I WAS SO DUMB BUT THAT GAME SO WAS HARD

It was a min-maxer's wet dream, seeds that could go up to level 99???? tools that went to level 99???? motherfucking milk that went up to level 99?? OH YOU WANT LARGE MILK?? literally spend your days destroying your DS screen with the milking mini game. You want to win the animal festival?? EASY just destroy your screen with the petting mini game daily and dont let your cows die without making offspring or youll have to buy one and start with zero hearts again 🫶

and it was like so emotionally devastating. i think my save file was cursed. i remember my animals dying because of a horrible storm that destroyed my STONE barn (that i specifically saved up for because it was less likely to get destroyed) and it got me so fucked up i stopped playing for months since stone was so hard to come by and i used everything i had for that fairly new barn.

my sister and i were so traumatized from all the destroyed buildings and wasted money and resources we started storing chickens in the stable. we wouldve pushed all 4 cows in there if we could.

and i was so dumb, in an earlier save i managed to not stockpile hay or was way too fucking broke to buy some hay so my chickens actually died from starvation.

anyway yeah im a filthy rich motherfucker in year 2 in stardew valley now and id like to thank all my dead cows and chickens from harvest moon, your sacrifice made me who i am today

also i dont remember which harvest moon game this was but i remember finding out that if you dont get married to your chosen npc of choice some bitch will steal your man so yeah

#i play with spreadsheets #every tile is for kegs #no chicken will die again #stardew valley #harvest moon

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