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beomgyw · 2 months

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SUMBEAM BEACH

you chose take a walk

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the sun dips low, painting the suburban street in a warm, golden glow as you step out for a laid-back stroll. grabbing your headphones, you decide to head to the beach, the one you always loved, sunbeam beach. it´s a bit of a hike from your place, but that was the charm—it gives you time to saunter. plus, it holds a special spot in your heart, with its towering waves, silky sand, and a treasure trove of memories. it was the spot where you, kai, and yunjin used to hang out after school, back in the day.

as you meander down the sidewalk, taking in the familiar sights of unchanged houses and new spots replacing the old, a sudden whoosh pierces the air, followed by the unmistakable thud of a football hitting the ground just inches away from you. you nearly jump out of your skin.

glancing up, you caugtch sight of the ball rolling to a stop right at your feet. you look around, trying to searche for its owner, figuring that some kids might be missing it.

and that's when you see a familiar face approach, looking like he got stuck with the short end of the stick and now he's on a mission to retrieve the lost ball. "y/n! hey, sorry about that. passionate shot... did we hit you?"

"oh, taehyun. it´s cool, really. no harm done. you're playing soccer?"

"yeah. just getting some practice in," he says. "where you off to?" he asks. but there's something else in his tone. you found strange that he was trying to make small talk in the first place.

"i'm just talking a walk, i was thinking about strolling down to sunbeam beach."

"oh, sunbeam?" his eyes light up. "could you do me a favour?"

"um, sure."

"i'm trying to contact my friend, he's probably out surfing there, at sunbeam... so caught up in it that he's not answering the phone." he says, seeming annoyed. "if you see him, could you give him a heads up? it’s important."

"yeah, of course." you tell him.

"oh, and keep an eye out . i haven't spotted jintaek around, and that´ not a good sign." he says. you chuckle, thinking he's laying it on thick, but he doesn't crack a smile. you bid taehyun farewell and carry on toward the beach.

no amount of tourist invasion could strip sunbeam beach of its magic. you near the water's edge, catching sight of a lone figure silhouetted against the setting sun, riding the waves with effortless grace. sure enough, it was the boy taehyun had mentioned.

you take a leisurely stroll along the sandy shore, making a mental note to keep an eye out for the surfer once they emerge from the water. but then, amidst the sound of crashing waves, a ringtone cuts through the air. you glance around, finding no one nearby, until your gaze falls upon something peculiar lying in the sand—a towel and an ancient flip-phone, the source of the persistent ringing.

intrigued, you approach the abandoned items, suspecting they were left behind by some forgetful beachgoer, probably on the older side. you scan the area, hoping to spot a lifeguard tower where you could leave the phone for its owner to retrieve later. however, the phone continues to ring incessantly, and you deduce that someone might be trying to locate it. with a shrug, you flip open the phone, revealing a lone contact: taehyun.

you answer the call. "taehyun?"

"who's this?" comes the familiar voice on the other end.

"it's y/n, i'm down at the beach. i think i stumbled upon your surfer, or at least his phone," you explain. "is he like, a septuagenarian or something?"

"he's a mess, that's what he is. just tell yeonjun to meet me asap," taehyun responds urgently. "gotta go now."

"wait… y-yeonjun?" you stammer, but taehyun has already hung up.

next thing you know, a shiver runs down your spine as you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder. "hey," a soft voice says from behind. you're reluctant to turn around, but you have to.

"hi," you manage to mutter. he hasn't changed a bit. well, except for those broader shoulders and that more chiseled jawline. but it’s not like that's a downgrade. choi yeonjun; your childhood crush and remarkable heartthrob.

"i am so sorry," you blurt out, practically thrusting the phone toward him. "i thought maybe some older person had forgotten it—like, not that you're outdated or anything for having a flip phone. i mean, it's kinda cool, you know? not letting high-tech companies win the battle. it's, uh, it's hot, actually… in a philosophical way," you stumble over your words, feeling your cheeks flush.

he just gazes at you with an amused smirk, and you're painfully aware of how much you're babbling, but he doesn't seem to mind, maintaining his cool demeanor. "the thing is, i was gonna answer to see if someone was looking for the phone, and then I saw that taehyun was calling you, and i know taehyun so i picked up, and now i'm sounding like a total weirdo, so, um, sorry for intruding on your call. i should probably head out; it's getting late, and i've got work tomorrow… so, yeah, i should– i should go sleep." you say.

"aw, cute girls are always in a hurry," he says with a smirk.

WHAT THE FUCK. your mind reels. you could've had a heart attack right then and there. but in a stroke of genius, you muster up a response. "i can slow down if you want, for you," you tell him, his grin sending you into another dimension. "y-you should probably call taehyun back, though. he said it's important."

he looks like he had other plans for the next minute that didn't involve talking to taehyun, but duty calls, so he dials the number. you fiddle with your fingers as you listen in on his side of the conversation.

"sorry, you know i forget about everything else when i'm surfing," he says. "what do you mean he's not around? come on, it can't be that serious." he scans the area as if he's looking for someone. then, his gaze briefly meeting yours, a flicker of concern crosses his face. "alright, got it. i´ll get out of here."

he hangs up the phone and then looks at you. "i can't explain right now, or you'll get a wrong idea of me," he begins to say. "but we need to get out of here, like, right now."

"um, sure..." you say. you don't even care. this is yeonjun. the yeonjun. talking to you, flirting with you. not knowing who you are...

"mind if I walk you home?" he asks, and you can't help but nod enthusiastically. of course you don't mind. "i'm yeonjun, by the way," he smiles.

you return the smile, feeling a rush of excitement because, yes, he is indeed yeonjun, your yeonjun, and you've always liked him so much. but now you're horrified to realise it's your turn to respond with your name.

he looks at you, anticipation shining bright in his eyes. "and i—" you start to say. "—will tell you my name when you've convinced me you deserve it."

he liked that, you can tel by his smirlk. it´s his kind of game. and you can play it now. and so, the one and only choi yeonjun is now walking you home, fulfilling a childhood dream. this is everything little you had ever wanted. if you had stumbled upon a magic lamp at thirteen, your three wishes would've been to write a book that made more money than harry potter, to see park jintaek's go through some medieval torture, and to have choi yeonjun fall for you.

after some minutes of light banter, you start to wonder if you should tell him who you are. that girl he likely remembers with pity. that stupid little girl who confessed to him with naive hope. what were you even thinking at the time? that he'd suddenly want to date you? that he'd fall head over heels for you? you remember his face, the discomfort evident as he gently turned you down—the only time you ever saw him act awkwardly around a girl.

no, you can't bring yourself to tell him. not yet, at least. on one hand, you want to enjoy this for a bit longer, on the other hand, you don't think you can take the absolute embarrassment.

"say, are you sticking around here for the summer?" he asks, hands casually tucked into his pockets. he is and will always be the coolest boy you've ever seen. "because i happen to be an outstanding tour guide. i'll dish out anecdotes about every nook and cranny you won't find anywhere else."

"oh, no. i used to live here when i was a kid," you reply. "just came for the summer after some time away."

"guess everything that goes must come back," yeonjun says. "looks like you won't be needing a tour guide, then. is there anything else you need? because i'm racking my brain trying to come up with a not-so-lame excuse to see you again after tonight, but I'm drawing a blank."

"hmm, turns out you're not as smooth as you thought," you tease.

"well, you feel like a pretty big deal to me, so i don't wanna mess it up," he admits, flashing a smile.

"highly unlikely you will," you assure him. "so, are you just here for the summer, or are you stuck here permanently?"

"it´s pretty permanent, yeah," he confirms. "i really love this place, couldn't imagine leaving. i work as a lifeguard here, spend most of my time at the beach. that's just the way i like it. and i teach surfing too, if you ever fancy a lesson. i'll give you a masterclass, no charge."

"i'll consider it," you say, feeling a bit embarrassed. "i don't wanna sound like a loser, but i'm a little scared of going too deep into the sea."

"i can help you out," he says, narrowing his eyes playfully, and you can't help but feel your cheeks flush with heat.

but then you reach your house, and he raises an eyebrow, confused. "you live here?" he asks.

"yeah, it's my grandma's spot. my cousin is staying with us too, he—" but then, horror strikes as recognition flashes across his face. you realize your mistake; you'd walked there on autopilot, never considering that he might know the place.

"y/n?" he says, his voice betraying his surprise.

"please don't hate me." you blurt out, nerves gnawing at you.

"no… i'm just… i didn't expect—" he trails off, clearly thrown off guard.

great. you've managed to crack choi yeonjun's cool facade not once, but twice in your lifetime.

"i'm sorry i didn't tell you sooner. i was just so embarrassed. please, forget you ever knew me," you plead, feeling the weight of your mistake.

"yeah, you should have said something earlier," he admits, and you wish the ground would swallow you whole. until, unexpectedly, he continues, "now i've gotta rethink my whole strategy."

"w-what?" you manage to stammer out.

his warm grin returns, eyebrows relaxing. "think about the surf lessons, alright?"

"s-sure, i… wait, so you're not mad at me for not being upfront?"

"what do you mean, not being upfront?" he replies casually as he starts to walk away. "we just met."

and just like that, he leaves you there, cheeks flushed, absolutely melting.

so, that just happened.

you're gonna have to meditate, or hypnotise yourself to stop thinking about yeonjun and be able to sleep, but you better knock yourself out because tomorrow's your first day of work.

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elly99 · 10 months

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pho-ever

Hanni was in Chicago for Lollapalooza. Just over five years ago she sat next to you everyday at school. Hanni was a Gucci ambassador. But in one of her pictures you see her wearing the socks you got for her way back when.

You were surprised to say the very least. It had been quite a while since you'd stopped communicating regularly. Maybe the occasional birthday greeting or 'how are you' only for things to fizzle out after a few days. Though you missed how it used to be, when not a day went by where you weren't talking, you understood that your lives were very different now. But still you wonder why she would do this now after all this time.

Would it be worth asking her? You did miss her after all. Why not ask an old friend how she was doing? You had nothing better to do at 3 in the morning.

"hey hanni! just wanted to ask you how you've been doing. i know you're probably quite busy right now so no worries if you can't reply right away. chookas for tomorrow!!"

You were going to leave it there and try to get some sleep, but to your astonishment she replies almost immediately.

"heeeyyy!! thank you!! i'm doing great! just a little nervous for tomorrow but i know it'll be fun. it's so nice hearing from you again!! how have you been? i was thinking about you recently"

"oh really? cuz i saw you posted a picture with those socks"

"yeah man! i'm never gonna lose these!! they mean a lot to me"

That hit somewhere deep in your heart.

"really?"

"what do you mean really? don't act surprised!!"

"well i am! i mean we don't talk as much as we used to. and you haven't been back in melbourne for so long"

"doesn't mean i'd forget about one of my best friends!"

"you still consider me that?"

"of course! don't you?"

"pho-ever hahaha"

"pho-ever ❤️"

You take a minute to think about what to say next.

"hey hanni honestly the real reason i texted was because i've been missing you a lot recently. i went through high school and i'm in uni now but after you left i just never had another friend like you. nobody ever got me like you did. and i know we've changed and grown up a lot since then but i feel like you'd still get me. you've always been special to me. so yeah i've just been feeling a little lonely lately"

Instantly you regret sending something so heavy. And your worry only builds as the minutes go by without a reply. But she surprises you for the third time that night. Because she's calling.

"Hey, brooo! It's been so long! It's good to see you again!"

You'd seen so many photos and videos of her since she debuted but there was something so strange about seeing her like this on your screen. She was the perfect juxtaposition of dazzling stardom and warm, nostalgic familiarity. She was still the Hanni you loved from all those years ago but it felt like you were meeting her for the first time again.

"Sup, bro," you chuckle. "It's good seeing you, too! I wasn't expecting you to call. Sorry I look like a mess. It's 3 AM."

"Oh, yeah! It's really late for you! Well, I just wanted to call quickly to say that I miss you a lot, too. You know being here in Chicago has had me thinking a lot. Like, it's hard to believe that I've come so far and I'm really so grateful and honored."

"But you deserve it, Hanni! You've worked so hard to get where you are now. I'm so proud of you, by the way."

"Aw, thanks, man! But, yeah. Sometimes I find myself missing the simpler days. Everything's moving so fast now and sometimes I just wanna go back to the old days of just messing around at school. With you and all our old friends. That's why I wore those socks. Just to remind myself of where I came from. Of all the people that are so important to me."

You catch yourself tearing up at her words.

"Hey, Hanni, we didn't ever say 'I love you' to each other, did we? I don't think that's something we ever said to each other. I mean, kids don't really have a good grasp of that, right? But as I grew older and realized just how important you were to me, I was like, 'Yeah, I love this girl.' So, yeah. Just thought I should say that," you laugh nervously at your sudden confession.

"And I love you, too! I guess my way of saying that back then was sitting next to you everyday," she laughs with you, her radiant smile easing your nerves. "I know I haven't been able to visit in years and I'm really sorry about that! But I promise as soon as I'm able I'll come see you. I'm also sorry I haven't kept in touch as much recently but I hope you know I think about you a lot. I'm sure when we meet up again it'll be like nothing changed. We can go back to singing What Makes You Beautiful like there's no tomorrow."

"God, I miss that."

You make eye contact and you recognize her look just as she recognizes yours.

"BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE!!!"

This time you laugh together and it really was as if nothing had changed.

"Speaking of what makes you beautiful, you should go get your beauty sleep. It's so late!"

"You're right. I should at least try to be a functioning human, right? But thanks so much for calling, Hanni. I really appreciate it. You're the best."

"Hey, no problem, man! I really missed hearing your voice. Reminds me of home."

You have no answer for her sweetness.

"And whenever you feel lonely, remember I'm always here, ok? Just text me any time! I'm always here for you. I'll do my best to send you my own updates from time to time as well."

"Alright, will do, bro. Have fun tomorrow! I know you're gonna devour it."

"I'll do my best!"

"You always do. See ya, Hanni!"

"Good night! Get lots of sleep, have sweet dreams and eat well tomorrow! Love yaaa!"

She was too good for the world.

After the call you smile to yourself in the dark. Deep down you knew that, no matter how much time passed or how much distance there was between the two of you, you both still had a piece of each other in your hearts. Since she left years ago she had gotten herself new jeans but she'd keep those old socks pho-ever.

#hanni x reader #hanni #hanni new jeans #newjeans x reader

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convexicalcrow · 2 years

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Scar saw Cub crossing the Great Bridge from Pix's empire, eyes still sunken and glowing. He'd been trying to help with wrangling all of Joe's cats, but that was proving impossible, given he wasn't Joe, and the cats just did not care for him at all. Indeed, Joe had given up an hour ago, leaving Scar to feed over a hundred cats all clamouring after the fish Joe had left him with. Feeding a few cats was fun! Feeding this many cats was a nightmare.

To be fair, though, it had been a welcome distraction from Cub. Scar had grown used to always knowing where he was, because he could always find him through the hivemind. But he'd been cut off a few days back, probably when he got corrupted, and Scar hadn't expected that would hurt. Perhaps not seeing much of Cub helped the pain dissipate, along with all the work he was doing in Jimmy's base. Let his mind think of other things, his hands do other work, rather than think about Cub. He'd be fine, though, right? Cub knew what he was doing.

That thought lingered as Cub approached. His demeanor seemed… cheerful? He waved and jogged over, seemingly happy to see him. Scar, to his credit, was happy to see him too. He was just confused by what had happened and why he'd been kept out of potential prankage.

"Scar! Hello there!" Cub called as he fought his way through all the cats. "It's like season five all over again! Are these all yours?"

"Oh, no, no! They're not mine! Sir Joe of the Hills bred all these cats. I forget why now. I'm not sure he even remembers. I'm sure it was for something important, though," Scar said. "Haven't seen you in a while either, Cub. Been busy, hey?"

"Yeah, yeah, something like that," Cub said. "Just had some stuff to do, you know how it is."

"You've been spreading skulk all over the place, or so I've heard," Scar said.

Cub smiled. "Maybe, maybe. It's the best kind of prank, though, because it's invisible. You can't see what's causing the skulk to spread, just that it's coming from somewhere. It's genius."

"Genius, yes, and also very annoying. It's very you, Cub, I'm proud of you coming over this new server and pranking everyone just for fun. Right?" Scar said.

Cub laughed, and it wasn't a laugh Scar found reassuring. "Gotta spread the skulk, Scar, gotta spread the souls, and welcome the darkness, my friend."

Scar was afraid he might say that. Clearly someone had to intervene, and he wasn't sure anyone but him could get through to Cub. "Yeah, see this? This skulk possession thing? That's a problem. And it's not just my problem, but your problem. The Vex are so angry, Cub, because the skulk took something that rightfully belongs to Them! And even beyond that, I miss you! I can't feel you anymore! I want my Vex buddy back! Surely you're not going to throw away all our years of Vexing together away for skulk, right?"

Cub looked confused. "But I-I didn't… I didn't choose this, Scar. I didn't! I just- Shubble sent me into the fog, and I came out with all this extra power! And all we did was spread catalysts! There's nothing wrong with that, right?"

"We are holy vessels for the Vex, Cub, and that vessel has now been desecrated! And you're just going to laugh it off as a prank? Nothing serious? You are the greatest Vex magician the Vex have ever known. Come on, Cub, you're better than that. This isn't you. Come back to the Vex. Come back to me. I can't live without you, Cub. We've been through too much together. Please," Scar said, unsure if any of his words would work but unwilling to keep quiet about it. "How much of the last week do you even remember?"

Cub gazed away, scratching the back of his head. "Bits and pieces. But it's like that with the Vex. What's the problem? Also, once again, I didn't choose this, Scar. I was taken. I don't even remember how! I just walked into the fog, and walked out looking like this! I don't know what happened! And I can't fix it if I don't know how it happened, alright?"

Scar crossed his arms as he looked him over. Part of him didn't think Cub was lying. But Cub was good at lying about things just like he was. It's why they got on so well. "Do you actually want to fix it, or are you just saying that? Because you look pretty happy to me."

"In the lucid moments, yes, yes I want to fix it. I just-"

Cub was suddenly grasping his throat, and Scar panicked, grabbing hold of him tightly. "No! No, we're not doing this. Not today, skulk!"

Scar summoned some Vex magic and sent it all to Cub, focusing on burning back the skulk corruption as best he could. It was an imperfect spell, of course; Cub was the master of this stuff. But it did seem to work a little bit. Some of the skulk on Cub's skin did seem to retreat, and Cub collapsed in his arms, breathing heavily.

"Alright, skulk, you've picked the wrong vessel to infect. The Vex are coming for you, and you can't win," Scar said as he lifted Cub into his arms and carried him back down the bridge.

#hermitcraft #convex #cubfan135 #gtwscar #fanfic #skulk cub #scar pov #lost memories #forced possession #scar tries to help #with vex magic #and it kinda works #fog - skulk cub fic series

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dailytomlinson · 2 years

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B104's Mike and Steph

Steph: Louis Tomlinson, welcome to the show!

Louis: Hello, thanks for having me!

Steph: Indeed.You know him, you love him, his song, Bigger Than Me, has been a big hit in our station and if we can get right into it, I understand that the video of the song was shot in Iceland and... Tell us about that experience, how did you decide?

Louis: It was amazing! I've been luck enough to be, been to Iceland before. The song, in my opinion, it carries a certain level of ambitious, kinda big song and chorus so I wanted something that kinda matched that vision, visually ambitious and Iceland, as a place, is just beautiful, every way you look, so kinda was the most appropriate place to create a video like that.

Mike: So, Steph, you were possibly thinking about taking your husband to Iceland?

Steph: He has always wanted to see the Northern Lights and yeah, I can only imagine you've seen them--

Louis: I haven't, I wish, I wish I had. No, I had, I've been, I wanna say three times? Two times? Three times now to Iceland and every time we've been...

Steph: It [lights] have just not shown up!

Louis: It's just, yeah, haven't been a good time to see 'em, unfortunately, yeah, but amazing, amazing place, it do look amazing. Are you gonna go?

Steph: Yeah, we're planning for our anniversary coming up, so probably the next two or three years.

Louis: Nice, nice! Big anniversary, is it? Is it big anniversary?

Steph: Well, next year is our 19th [anniversary], so it's been a while--

Louis: OHHHHH, OKAY OKAY!! Love that, love that! Congrats!!

Three: [laugh]

Steph: So BTM is the first song, of course, on FITF which comes out in November 11th and, can you describe your inspiration for the album? Maybe give us as a hint on the musicians you've collaborated with you...

Louis: Yeah, I was lucky enough on this album to work more artists than like professional songwriters, and you get a different kinda of duty of care with every single song, it's so important and has it's own importance whereas sometimes you go in with professional songwriters and it's not the case of everyone but people are kinda looking the singles and that sometimes the creation of the creative process and I find that really really fulfilling working with more artists in general across this record, and in the sense of inspiration, this whole album was written with the next tour in mind and by far the most excitement I've had as an artist is in those moments and I'm lucky enough to have an incredible energy and atmosphere with the fans at the shows so is just about trying to meet them [fans] in the middle, really, and create as much excitement through the music coz I know they're gonna deliver it as a crowd.

Mike: Will you turn the mic to the crowd?

Louis: [very excited] YEAH

Mike: Is that because you forgot the lyrics?

Louis: [laughs] Is funny you should say that because I'd say maybe one in four gigs I normally forget one of my lyrics, one of the One Directions one but hm, sometimes, I'm : take a breath, man... These days, I'm not used to sharing the stage with me own like, you get a little bit knackered so every now and then you be like 'alright, you can sing it'. That's why I'm blessed, because they [fans] always singing back to me, it'd be pretty awkward holding the mic out there and getting nothing in return! I'm, I'm lucky like that, man!

Mike: OMGosh, that'd be the worseeee

Louis: It would be horrible, man!

Mike: You hold the mic and they go, 'I don't know what you're talking about'

Louis: Exactly!

Mike: That's when you know the crew is going in the wrong direction

Louis: Yes! Maybe time to hang your boots then!

Mike: Hey, talking about something you do with the fans, this Away From Home Festival you do, which is pretty incredible, tell us more about that.

Louis: So the first year was, last year was the first year we did it, and I had the idea for a while, it's always been a dream of mine to put out a festival, an event, of that size. The first gig we made was free, was basically just a thank you to the fans for how incredible they've been but also me and meself at the time, at lockdown was missing live music massively so was kinda a celebration of like music being back as well and hm, I mean, was a dream of mine, to do it every year but I didn't know how it was gonna go the first year and first year was a success. We just done the second year, which was in Spain, and the, the level of growth from first year to where we are at now already feel pretty drastic, so, something I'm really really proud of, it allows me to be able to a) give a platform to, you know, up and coming bands to, maybe wouldn't have access to that kinda of opportunity at that time in their career but also [b] this has been really exciting and really enjoyable for me, I get a real opportunity to say to my fans 'This is what I love listening to', and I actually find it really fulfilling now that the festival just gone this year, watching the reaction from the fans, loving the music that I also love, that obviously fills me with pride. Definitely.

Steph: We're following our twitter feed and all the fans from various countries that were putting hat like a committee 'Come to our country'--

Louis: [laughing] Yeah, yeah, yeah!! Exactly!

Steph: So, do you have an idea of where you'd like to do the next AFHF?

Louis: I... I've got a couple of ideas, but all depends on specifically what direction we wanna take next, for example, I'd love to do it over 2, 2 days as oppose to one day next year, so it might be where the most appropriate place to pull off something like that is, I'd like to to bring it here, to America, but I don't know about next year, might be a year after but at some point, definitely. Be a shame not to bring it here.

Mike: I think you just pick the place you wanna vacation in, and go there!

Louis: That's a smart idea, maybe I'd start with that. I'd like to that, I like that! Yeah!

Mike: How do you find the bands that you bring in... It can be a very though start, [Louis: nods in agreement] its a though business, you know it is [...] How do you find the bands that you bring to these festivals? To give them a little leg, a little start up?

Louis: Lot's of different ways, really, something I'm, something that's always been really important to me is bands on the up and kinda helping in whatever way I can in the development stage of these people's career but also lots of different ways that land them a lap. It might be a banda I'm a fan of and maybe supporting that band kinda peak my interest, or there's loads of like in the UK, there's this thing called BBC Introducing, they have a massive support for like up and coming bands so its just, its just, I have my own ways now and every now and then and is a choice, you kinda have to go out and find these bands but if you spend one hour a week, you'll definitely find some great, great, stuff and sometimes it just lands on your lap

Steph: Now, we were talking about having the fans sing back to you when you hold the mic but do you think is the most beautiful thing that your fans do, or have done, for you?

Louis: Do you know what? I, I, I, do get asked this every now and then but it's hard to put it into one thing, really, wow. I feel immensely lucky, is any opportunity that my fans have to kinda show me their love and dedication, they come in tenfold every single time! So, for me, it's just the consistency of like from the start of my career, right now through to me doing my solo stuff, just the level of passion, that I see from the fans at the shows, around release times, wherever it might be, it still blows my mind. It really does.

Mike: It's a pretty crazy idea and this is such a... I don't know how people handle it. You went for a song contest--

Louis: Yeah, the XFactor

Mike: And the next thing you know, your career was skyrocketing like a roller coaster and everything's happened and now you're on your own, I mean, how do you handle that at such young age?

Louis: Well I-- No, go on

Mike: Coz what age you discovered that?

Louis: 18

Mike: 18??

Louis: And I was the oldest in the band as well

Mike: I've a son who's 18 and I have a daughter who's 17 and 18, crazy age, everyone asking 'what are you gonna do with your life?' and suddenly you have this coming rash. How do you handle that?

Louis: I will say where we were lucky and obviously it was very quick rise for us in the band, but where we were lucky, is that we had each other and we often used to speculate when we were younger, what it would be like going from this experience on your own. Now, we're all obviously going through it now on our own but with the experience we've had with the band, and also, a little bit older now, it was just having for all the like minded people going through the same experience, people that you could actually talk to about what was going on your life. That helped massively, and I think if you were kinda tacking it on your own, I've had a lot of ?? for every solo artist, especially young ones, because it does, it can be challenging at times and that's why it was good to have the lads to kinda lean on when you needed to

Steph: We're talking to Louis Tomlinson, his album FITF is coming out on Nov 11th, the single BTM you can hear on the station and the beautiful video shot in Iceland, and I'm doing that because we have a lot of questions from fans. Who is your favorite football player at the moment?

Louis: Uh, good question, ehh, I would say lets go with Jude Bellingham, plays over in Germany at the moment, English lad, great prospect, so will go with Jude.

Steph: Ok. And [...] what's the best topping-ice cream combination? That you enjoy the most, perhaps.

Louis: Now, topping or flavour? Coz... I don't really do toppings but mint chocolate ice-cream. That's the one. That's the one.

Steph: And you can't never have just one little cup, it has to be like a tube.

Louis: Massively, yeah, yeah.

Steph: Performing live gets a little bit less nerve wrecking as time goes on? What do you tell yourself before performance to keep your nerves from getting to you?

Louis: I'd [sigh] It's a difficult question because you definitely still get nervous before every single gig. I'd say live TV is kinda like 10x more nerve wrecking than actually a gig, but I do think that as time goes on you become more comfortable and once you build up a consistency where I've been lucky enough to do my tour routine 80 times, on the last show I was still really nervous, but you got the muscle memory of 79 shows before that and you know you're going to be able to get through and you can do it to a good level so I think that consistency in time has a way in the nerves a little bit. In terms of what I say to meself before I go on stage not a lot, really, I normally just have a deep breathe and get like 10 seconds to meself in me head just before I walk out and then... Coz, the thing is: there's nothing you can thing in your head, it's not very human, really, to be out there and have that kinda level of attention and hear the screams, so you kinda just gotta cross your fingers

Mike: You still get nervous? I think, in a way, is kinda good?

Louis: Oh yeah, man but yeah, definitely, definitely. My vocal coach always says there's not really a big difference in terms of feeling nervous and excitement and I think if you didn't get nervous before those situations, I think it would make it all feel a little bit more dull. Part of the pay off, is part of the pay off!

Mike: DO you feel the energy from the crowd?

Louis: Massively. I've done a lotta shows this year and and 90% of the show is where it tells you where it's going. Shows you're tired, or a little hangover, or whatever it might be, and what is incredible is when you feel you're not really ready for the show and you walk out there and you're hit around the face with that incredible adrenaline and reaction from the crowd is undeniable. You really do feed of their energy, specially in those moments where you really need it. You really feel it.

Mike: Do you ever sneak into a bar and do a little karaoke?

Louis: Do you know what the funny thing is? About karaoke is? I really do NOT like karaoke. Not gonna lie, the thing is, Im tryina think of a decent analogy, but can't think of one at the top of me head, but when I spend all me life singing, to go in socially and sing, on me down time, it's a little bit excessive. I enjoy watching everyone else, definitely, but singing meself? Nah! Do enough of that in my life.

Steph: Are you planning going on tour?

Louis: Yeah, definitely, it's my favorite part of the job, I'll do as many tours as the fans allowed me for to be fair, so yeah, definitely, at some point next year, I think we're just finalising all that

Steph: Can we play Charlotte [a fan]'s question? No, so I'm going to pretend to be Charlotte from Arizona

Louis: Have you got the accent? [laughs]

Steph: What color do you think I should paint my nails?

Louis: Great question. Hm... What color do I think you should use? Sounds like a question to yourself, really, whatever you think you should. Never painted me nails, so I don't know.

Steph, impersonating the fan: What's your favorite color? Maybe I will paint that color?

Louis: Let's go red. [To Steph] Very nice, very nice!

Steph: Some of the more ?? questions fans have asked you? Can you even share?

Louis: There's, there's... What did I get asked the other day in an interview and I was like ?????? I don't know if it was a fan question or not, but who's the nicest smelling person you've ever met, that's what I was asked the other day and I don't go around smelling people, you know? So I have't got an idea, man! [laughs] Yeah, there's often some more random questions. Me least favorite question is when people ask me if I was a super hero, what super power I'd have [laughs] [Steph: that's one of Mike's go to] YEAH YEAH HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA

Mike: Got some quick questions for you. Cat or dog?

Louis: Dog

Mike: Do you have dogs at home?

Louis: I have two dogs. I'm not a big fan of cats. Don't trust them.

Mike: The other one slipped me mind...

Steph: It didn't, it was the superhero question!

Louis: EXACTLY, EXCTLY! [laughs] YEAH YEAH, at least we know! [laugh]

Mike: What do you do on your down time?

Louis: Hm, just really normal things, really. The other night [???] we went out to the bar to watch boxing. I mean, just really obvious social things really. When I'm back home I like to spend time with me mates, maybe go for a drink, maybe watch the football, just pretty normal. I watch a lot of rubbish TV

Mike: Any reality show?

Louis: I ain't got much time for any reality show. Ironically, I came through one, TXF, other than that, I got no time for that. I like a lot of crime stuff, there's a lot of stuff on Netflix. A lot of mysteries.

Steph: How do would you like to be remembered in the future?

Louis: Hm, that's a big question, as an honest person, I suppose I kinda fit both: I'd like people to remember me by doing the right by people and 9 times out 10 I always try to, so yeah, that would be nice.

Mike: I think it's a nice birthday gift to release the album on your [Steph's] birthday.

Louis: Is a nice gift, isn't it? [laugh] You're welcome, you're welcome!

#b10422 #louis tomlinson #200922 #FINALLY FINISHED IM SO LATE FOR WOOOOOKRRRRR #long post

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after-nine-at-the-oasis · 1 year

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Hey guys xD

LOL "pain is a stimulant" xDD

As he deserves tbh, so valid 😌😌 >:))

Aww PHEW yeah she's fine 😅🥰🥰

At first I thought somehow she got a scrape or something on her head but it was just Tommy checking her eyes lol

Thank goodness <333

Y'all all did it, but you especially Grace :'))

You put in the effort form the very beginning <333

My girl 😭❤️❤️🥰

LOL yeah how to explain this to your husband XD

OPE there he is now XD rip girl good luck lol

AWW themmm 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰🥰

Y'all I literally love them so much <333

I can't even 😭😭❤️❤️❤️

Awww themm :'))

Nah I mean they did help but they weren't the ones who were here first xD

Lol Judd sounds like he's boutta go for him xD

LOL he is XDD

I mena he did show up but FAIRRR lol xD

HE <333

Judd of course 🥰🥰❤️

He loves her so much :')) :'DDD

YESS it is a skill that can be earned 🥰🥰

What a slay honestly :'DD

YESS now go home y'all deserve it 😭🥰❤️ xDD

My idiots <33

But also of course they're very smart, Judd too but Grace specifically right now :')) like focusing on her lol

My babeys :')) ❤️❤️❤️ <3

Aww hey guys :))

Lol xDX

I mean you are stealing it from him xD

LOL yep see xD

Ooh that sounds good

I mean y'all are acting like it's good lol xD

Good for y'all :))

Ooh interesting activities :D

Fun I mean not like weird lol

OPE :o

Oof yeah it is expensive xdd

Okay I don't actually think he's part of the trafficking ring but still this is sus xdd

I don't think he's trying to distract Owen or something even though I did first think that automatically that's just because this show has broken my trust one to many times XDD

But nah not genuinely

Oof still sucks though xd

OOPE :OO so THAT'S what we were focusing on there lol

I figured something had to go wrong or be revealed for this scene to exist xD and also because I don't think that the journal and such count as revealing information about the family lol

Anyway D: oh no it's like a disease or something isn't it? Like Parkinson's or something DD:

HUNTINGTON'S???

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Oh my gosh

Oh C R A P

This ain't good 😭😭😭😭

Aww dude I'm sorry :((

Ohh that's where the pause earlier at the name came from 😭 he was forgetting his daughter's name 😭😭 that sucks dude I'm so sorry :'((

That's so sad 😭

Ahh died with it but not from it :'((

And passed it on to you guys xdd

But YEAH BACK TO NO OFFENSE SIR THE MORE IMPORTANT PART: ITS HEREDITARY

OHHHHH NOOOOOOO 😭😭😭

TK AND OWENNNNN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

I am S T R E S S E D this is not okay 😭😭😭😭 DDDD':

I'm sorry though guys :'(( for all of you <33

Not like sorry for but sorry for as well I mean just this sorry is addressed to all three of them xd

And I mena his family too now that I think about it

Even if you guys don't have it :'((

Because like there's a chance they won't get it

Pretty darn 99.9% sure on that XD

Well 100% really xD but anyway

I'm sorry y'all 😭😭😭❤️💔

But aww yeah he does still want to spend time with you that's not the only reason he came down :')

While he still can though as well probably

So it's probably still a bit of the reason xd

Yup :'(( xd 😭😭😭

You're gonna be fine :')

Nah you guys are gonna be fiiine :')))

This is fine 😌

You're gonna be fine :'D

This is gonna be fine :) :')

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'm not okay :'))

#9-1-1 lone star #911 lone star #oasis's 9-1-1 chatter #this reason this took so long to catch up on is because I kept having to pause to think about the ending snd the promo xdd #or stress about it and be in shock anyway lol

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amberjazmyn · 2 months

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unbreakable

𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - unbreakable

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - tears, insecurities, comfort

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - with the lyrics of shane filan's song "unbreakable" we will see the four male supernatural actors or their partner deal with insecurities, a verse or line or two of the song describing it

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - lyrics, as always, will be in bold italics and everything else in normal font and in lowercase.

masterlist listen to "unbreakable" right here!

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jensen ackles:

when you lose your way and the fight is gone, your heart starts to break and you need someone around now.

you didn't know what to do anymore. you had lost your way and you had no more fight let in you, your heart was starting to break and all you needed, all you wanted was for jensen to be with you. but, he wasn't able to because he was in vancouver for filming for his show, supernatural. and on top of that, you had been told specifically to not contact your boyfriend unless you really needed him and it was important. so, you had deduced after racking your brain if your mental health was important or not that, you would contact jensen so, you did.

jensen

jens...can i call you?

hey babes, what's up my sexy girl? course you can call me, are you okay?

no, i'm not okay, jens.

oh, okay um, yeh, of course, you can call me!

dial tone

y.n rings jensen

jensen picks up

"hey, darling, what's wrong?"

"i...i need you here with me...but...but i know you're not here and i just..."

"...hey, hey, slow down babe, what's wrong? you sound like you're crying, what's wrong?"

"i don't know, babe, that's the thing! i just...i need you and you're not here!"

"oh, love, you're having a panic attack, did you remember to take your medication?"

"shit...i knew i had forgotten something...no, i...i completely forgot i'm so sorry jens..."

"...don't apologise y.n, it's not your fault! you must have been so caught up in doing something else you could have easily forgotten. it's okay to forget! just take them now, do you have water with you and have you had food in the last couple of hours?"

"yes, i have water with me and i have had food in the last couple of hours, i had a chicken and rice salad actually..."

"...*giggles* that's good babe, i'm glad you had a chicken and rice salad, that sounds lovely,"

"yeah, it was quite lovely actually...umm, i'm sorry for ringing you whilst you're probably busy..."

"...no, y.n, don't apologise, please. in all honesty, we're not even busy anymore and it's actually just me and jared left on set, misha, rob and alex left ages ago,"

"oh, really? i thought you had interviews..."

"...no babe, that's next month but, we talked about you and the rest of the wives coming with us, remember?"

"oh, yeah, we did talk about that, i remember now..."

"...okay, that's good y.n. sit tight alright, i'll be home in the next ten or so minutes, alright? i'll let andrew and bob know and they'll understand completely, besides, we don't have anything else to film today, so, sit tight, and i'll be home soon, i'll text you a white heart to let you know i'm on my way, okay?"

"okay, thank you, babe...i love you and i'll see you soon,"

"don't thank me babe and i love you too, see you soon,"

less than a couple of minutes later and you had received a white heart emoji from jensen, letting you know that he was on his way home to your vancouver apartment and he'd be home in two hours, give or take about twenty or so minutes and you could deal with that. so, whilst you waited for your actor boyfriend to return home, you threw yourself on the couch after you had successfully taken your anxiety medication and turned on the tv, flicking through the channels until you found one that was coincidently playing a showing of your favourite movie, titanic. so, you kept it on the channel, grateful that it had just started its run since it was a three-hour movie, by the time jensen was home, there would still be at least one hour and a few minutes left of the movie for him to watch. even though jensen had at least seen the movie hundreds of times and knew the whole movie script inside and out yet still said in public that he didn't like it. so, with you cuddled up on the couch and the throw blanket and somewhat down from the panic attack you had had during the phone call with jensen, you watched the james cameron movie intently and with your full focus on the movie.

a couple of hours later and you heard the garage door open, even though you still felt shitty and gross from the anxiety and panic attack, you still felt yourself smiling knowing that your boyfriend, jensen was home and you were no longer alone in the big apartment anymore.

your eyes slightly lit up when jensen rushed in, a look of sadness in his eyes as he walked straight over to you, "hey darling, i am so sorry you had to wait so long for me!" jensen whispered as he pulled you in for a hug as you just rested in his embrace, titanic playing in the background

"i don't care, you're home now and that's all i care about," you mumbled softly, tears that you had held back surfacing again as you squeezed jensen tighter

"i missed you, darling!" jensen mumbled back as he hugged you tighter which made you feel more grounded and safe

"i missed you more. thought i was going to implode or die before you came home," you sighed as jensen nodded his head in understanding, he knew all to well what it was like in your head since he had gone through similar in his own mind and seen it happen to jared

"i'm glad you didn't do either! let's sit back on the couch and watch the last hour or so of titanic, okay? you're okay, you're safe, i'm home now and i'm not going anyway again," jensen whispered as you nodded your head

moving back to the couch and throw blanket, thankful it was a tv commercial, you and jensen cuddled under the blanket again and rested against one another comfortably. watching the rest of the movie you two loved the most. and you felt unbreakable and it was all because of your wonderful boyfriend, jensen.

jared padalecki:

just close your eyes while i put my arms around you and make you unbreakable

jared had been inconsolable for what felt like an eternity. he had just been let off by the san antonio basketball team he had been with the last two years because he was told he was too tall to be a professional player for their team. sure, it was devastating for jared since he was being let down from his biggest dream but, it was also devastating for you since all you wanted for your boyfriend was for him to become a professional basketballer and actually live out the dream he had for himself since he could remember. you knew jared would be upset but, you never dreamed he'd be this upset and cut up about it. in all honesty, you thought it was complete bullshit that jared was "too tall", you could have sworn you'd seen taller but also shorter professional players in basketball and that they were just being narky because other players had heard jared run some lines for one of his new acting auditions in the locker room and were paying him out for it. which, was another thing you thought was bullshit, why did jared deserve to be paid out all because he was running lines for an audition and, not just saying them but, running them better than any of the other players could act it.

but that was beside the point, your boyfriend was beyond devastated and crying rivers and you didn't know what you could do to help him or what it was that he needed to stop his cries. that was until you realised, whenever you were inconsolable and jared didn't know what it was you needed, he just asked you one simple question and 99.999 per cent of the time, it worked...

...so, you asked jared the very same question...

"...j, do you need a hug?" you whispered after you had slithered yourself into the dark bedroom, jared hidden away underneath the blankets and bedsheets

with his head peeking out from the top of the blankets, his head nodded with no words spoken as you softly smiled and made your way over onto the bed.

climbing onto the bed and underneath the blankets and bedsheets, you scooched over to your inconsolable boyfriend and pulled him in for a hug as he rested his head on your chest, your hand covering the back of his head and the other arm around his waist. you could just feel jared letting go on your chest, his tears drenching your camisole but you didn't care, it was obvious jared needed to cry until he was crying himself dry. all you did was hold jared as tightly as you could when you suddenly whispered something else to your distraught boyfriend.

"...close your eyes, jared, you're exhausted, try and get some sleep babe..." you whispered as jared nodded his head, sniffling as you lowered the both of you further into the bed

you still held onto jared as he closed his eyes and tried to sleep. the more sleep he was getting, the fewer tears were being cried which made you sigh a breath of relief. you were glad that jared was getting some sleep since the last few nights he'd been laying awake and overthinking and wondering the "real" reason why he was cut from the basketball team. and that was the worst thing about jared being let off from the club, it made him spiral into a cycle that was just purely unhealthy for him and this was the beginning of you getting him out of that cycle starting from this very moment as you held jared tightly as he slept soundly, his face still wet from his own tears that were slowly started to dry out on his cheeks.

just before you fell asleep yourself, at around midnight, you whispered one last thing to jared before you blacked out for the evening, "...maybe because you're such a good actor babe, you should do more auditions and maybe even consider leaving texas for los angeles..."

and, jared heard what you said and, the very next morning, he asked his parents, sharon and gerald, if he could very well do more acting auditions for a little bit and they agreed. loving the idea of their boy doing more auditions, gerald and sharon wondered where that idea sprouted from since it had been days since they had last seen their son smile after being let down by the basketball club but, it didn't take rocket science for both gerald and sharon to figure it out when you were not too far behind.

misha:

she stands in the rain, just to hide it all, if you ever turn around i won't let you fall down now, i swear i'll find your smile then put my arms around you, and make you unbreakable

it was obvious to misha that something wasn't okay with you, his beautiful girlfriend but, it pissed him off that he couldn't figure out what it was. you were standing outside in the freezing vancouver rain and misha was standing just inside the house, the screen door closed being the thing that parted you and misha from each other, even though he could very easily open it himself and make his way over to you. you had just gotten off the phone, misha knew that, except you refused to tell him what the phone call was about or who it was even though it seemed like it was important but also an urgent call since he could hear someone screaming on the other end that basically sounded exactly like one of your sisters or maybe an aunty of yours? he couldn't tell but it was obvious that it was important, you refused to let your boyfriend know and it pissed misha off because just last year, he told you basically the moment his best friend, had died of cancer yet, you won't tell him about a phone call that could have sounded extremely devastating and life-altering? that was something that slightly annoyed misha about you and, saying that was very almost never because he loved you too much but, if he could say that there was one thing that annoyed him about you it was your refusal to ask for help and it drove misha up the wall.

and, it drove misha so far up the wall that, this time, he didn't let you continue this refusal of asking for help and he stormed outside of the house, even with the freezing cold rain and demanded you to tell him what the phone call was about.

"...y.n, babe, what was that phone call about? i'm sick and tired of your refusal of help when it's something as serious as that..." misha sighed, his arms crossed over as he panted out of breath and also tried to keep his body as warm as possible as you sniffled

"...mish...i...i don't want to tell you because..." you trailed off, hesitant to tell misha but, from the look on his face, you realised you were being quite selfish and honestly a little bit stupid for not telling him since all he wants is to help you

"...my sister rang me and, she just told me that mom's dead...her cancer wasn't shrinking like the doctors thought it would and she died in dad's arms..." you whispered, the rain aggressively hitting yours and misha's faces as misha's eyes widened in sadness

he understood why you were so hesitant to tell him, "...babe, i am so sorry...are you allowed to drop into the hospital to say one final goodbye to her? well, do you want to say one final goodbye to her, you know, for some closure, i guess?" misha whispered, moving closer to you as you shook your head with a sad, pathetic laugh

"i don't think i want to see her, mish, that's the thing. how selfish is that? how selfish am i? that i don't want to see my mom for one last time..." you sighed as misha shook his head, you weren't being selfish for not seeing your mom but, slightly unfair for not wanting to tell misha

misha could understand why you were unsure about wanting to say one last goodbye to your mom. it wasn't that she was an abusive or awful mother, no way! your mom was a sweetheart, with her heart full of gold with basically no mean bone in her body. it was just, it had been months since you had seen your mom since her cancer diagnosis and you didn't feel like you deserved to say one last goodbye to your mom. i mean, misha had just gone through this very same thing just last year, with his own best friend dying of cancer and he too felt somewhat of a hesitance to see his best friend one last time but, he just did it because he knew if he didn't, he'd surely regret it later down the line and, he didn't want you to regret not saying one last goodbye to your mom.

"...it is selfish, babe but, no way are you selfish. it's scary saying one last goodbye to your parent but, i promise, if you don't do it, you'll regret it. yes, it's hard, i know how hard it is, it absolutely destroyed me having to say a final goodbye to my best friend last year but, i am forever glad that i did do it because if i hadn't, i would be hating myself for the rest of my life..." misha trailed off, his eyeline filling up with tears as the tears in your eyes slipped down your cheeks as you nodded your head

"...would you be able to come with me, mish?" you whimpered as misha bit his lip and nodded his head, pulling you in for a hug and hugging you ever so tightly

"of course i'll come with you babe," misha whispered as he held you tightly

all misha wanted in this life, in his life with you was for him to find your smile if you ever lost it and give you the feeling of being unbreakable. he hated how the world always seemed to knock you down piece by piece every so often. he just wished you were happier so, he made it his mission to make you smile and happier. and, that started the day you agreed to drive down to the ontario hospital to say one last goodbye to your mom with misha. just grateful that you two were even in canada in general due to filming for supernatural.

alexander calvert:

she finds it hard to trust someone, she's heard the words 'cause they've all been sung, she's the girl in the corner, she's the girl nobody loved

alex couldn't keep his eyes off of her and she couldn't help but hide away in the corner of the room of the san diego comic-con hall h. sure, she thought, he was utterly gorgeous and an amazing actor but, it wouldn't take long before he threw her away for a better-looking, happier and prettier girl because that's what every guy that she's ever thought about having a crush on did to her. even though she thought how stupid it was to think that she'd have a chance with someone as talented and famous as alexander calvert from supernatural, she couldn't help her innocent crush on the guy. and all it took was just one conversation after that initial first glance for the guy to turn his head away in disgust and run away from her. except, this time, it seemed to the girl that alex continued to make his way over to her rather than ignoring her. it was the middle of the new year and supernatural was still taking over the sci-fi world after nearly thirteen years yet, all she was obsessed with was this cute canadian cutie. the way she could tell alexander calvert was a canadian cutie other than the fact she knew everything about supernatural and it's cast, was that she was just as much of a canadian cutie, if not more of a canadian cutie than alex was. that was another reason why no other guy found her attractive because she was obsessed with hockey, the country's wildlife and it's snowstorms and wasn't really into the hustle and bustle of the american city life like the majority of the supernatural cast were.

she tried her hardest to turn her head around the second she noticed alex coming over to her however, it was too late it seemed like, "...hey, i'm alexander calvert, from the cw show, supernatural, and your name is?" alex questioned sweetly, his hand out to shake as she nearly combusted in fear

"uhh...um, y.n, my name is y.n. hi, alex, it's nice to meet you..." she trailed off before almost face-palming in embarrassment as she then held her hand out to shake alex's

"...y.n...that's a pretty name...it's nice to meet you too..." alex trailed off as well as she wondered why he had come all the way over to her when she was in the very corner of the hall h room after supernatural's comic-con panel

"...why did you decide to come all the way over here? it couldn't have been that easy to spot me out of the thousands of other groups of fangirls that would seriously have loved for you to be chatting with them..." she shyly asked as alex giggled, a blush colour suddenly arising on his cheeks

"...i just noticed you're not really from the city, let alone the states. you're a canadian cutie aren't you?" alex questioned as her eyes widened in what she was shocked was a pleasant surprise

"yes...yes i am...how'd you know that?" she tried not to give away too much but, once alex had figured it out, it was obvious to him

"you're not as slick as you like to think you are. besides, you're from canada like me, but specifically vancouver, it's pretty easy for fellow canadian cuties to identify other canadian cuties. besides, your canadian accent is very strong, especially in a room of american people," shane chuckled at the end of his explanation as she nodded her head, the shy canadian girl agreeing that she couldn't be slick at all in front of alexander calvert

"hah, i guess you're right, my canadian accent is quite apparent whilst around american people. but, seriously, why did you waste so much energy talking to me? no guy likes talking to me, they just take one glance and then, by the time they decide to converse with me, i can't even open my mouth before they shut me up with their own voices and then leave after they've deduced that i'm not very interesting for them anymore..." never did she mean for her voice to be harsh or mean but, this had happened every single time she had tried to make conversation with another guy that she even thought could be attractive to her and she didn't want to risk it happening ever again, even if it meant she sounded like a right bitch

alex softened, not at all offended by the girl's outburst and spoke up again, "...because all those other city girls and fangirls wouldn't have wanted to talk to me for me, they would have wanted to talk to me because i'm alex from supernatural or jack from supernatural. whereas sure, you are also a fan and may know every little thing there is to know about me and my castmates, you're not as obvious about it...you don't shout out to the world that you're a supernatural fan and, honestly, me, jared, jensen, misha and the rest of the cast appreciate fans like that just as much as we appreciate our really hardcore obsessive fans, that's why i wanted to talk with you...i mean, that and you are really gorgeous..." alex trailed off in slight embarrassment at the end as y.n's face relaxed and all of a sudden, she felt just as awful for raising her voice at alex then she did earlier

"...oh, alex, thank...thank you, that was very sweet of you to say. i mean, you're really good-looking as well..." she stammered, her arm covering her chest as alex smiled at the girl

"...thank you, y.n. that was sweet of you to say...*giggles* this must be so awkward for you since you've never been asked this before but, is it...would it...could i possibly, maybe over this weekend, take you on a date with me?" alex propositioned and y.n was floored, of course, she was - not only was alex right that she'd never been asked on a date before but, he was nervous as well?

"umm, seriously? like, you're not joking and none of the other boys or cast put you up to this?" y.n just wanted to make sure she wasn't being played with or was the face of a bet as alex's eyes widened and he shook his head

"oh my gosh, no, absolutely not, y.n! not at all was i put up to this, the other guys didn't even notice me staring at you from our standpoint! i don't even think they've realised i've strayed away and walked over to you, i genuinely want to take you out on a date and get to know you more, i truly think you're a lovely and sweet girl and i--"

"--oi, alex! get your arse back over here, we're about to get interviewed for comic-con, where are ya man?" jensen suddenly calls out as alex and y.n giggle, the girl bites her lip and motions for alex to leave

"well, i guess that's your cue to leave then, alex..." she giggled, feeling slightly lighter and happier that she was going on a date with alexander calvert as he smiled

"...i guess it is but, umm, could i possibly get your phone number, just so i can text you or something..."

"...of course, you can, alex," she smiled as she quickly wrote down her name, even though alex didn't need it, and her phone number on a piece of paper and handed it to him

"thanks, y.n, well, i'll see you soon i guess, are you staying for our panel?" alex quickly asks as she nods her head with a smile

"i wouldn't even think of missing it, especially when it's possible that my favourite show is only in the biggest hall of the entire convention...go on mr supernatural, you're needed by your castmates, i'll be here waiting at the end..." she smiled, having a surge of confidence and rises on her tip-toes and kisses alex's cheek at the same time alex was gonna kiss hers, making them both giggle

alex then kisses y.n's cheek after she kissed his cheek and, they parted ways until they'd reunite at the end of the supernatural comic-con panel and they both couldn't wait.

y.n was no longer the girl nobody loved but the girl everyone wanted to be

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this was genuinely so much fun to write but more apologies that some are longer than others and others are shorter. but, that's just the way things happened when i get really invested in one or two of these and make them longer than the other two. i also love shane's song "unbreakable" from his love always solo album so i just knew i had to use it for this one-shot.

ok ily bye xx

wc; 4328

#supernatural cast #angst and fluff(ish)#unbreakable #misha collins #jared padalecki #jensen ackles #alexander calvert

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aspenmissing · 10 months

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𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

Later, Madison is seated in a chair, with her wrist bound. Sam is standing in front of her, holding a gun.

"You're psychotic. The whole 'I'm a cop' trip- God, I am so stupid."

"Well, I guess neither of us are who we said we were, huh?" Sam says.

"Sam, you're sick, okay? You're imagining things. Monsters don't exist, not really."

"You know what? Save the act." Madison is crying.

"It's not an act! I am not a werewolf! There's no such thing! It's made up, all right? Th- They're not real! You know they're not real!"

"No?!" Sam points to her wound. "Then where did that come from?"

"I don't know! Sam, God, you need help. Please, don't do something that you're gonna regret. I'm not what you think I am. I'm not." Sam, visibly upset, hears knocking at the door. He opens it to see Dean and Y/N, who both enter and smirk at Madison.

"How you doin'? Our heads feel great, thanks," Dean says.

"We've gotta talk." Sam brings the pair into another room. "She says she has no idea what I'm talking about."

"She's lying," Y/N says.

"Or maybe she really doesn't know she's changing, you know? Maybe - maybe when the creature takes over, she blacks out," Dean deadpans.

"Like a really hot incredible Hulk. Come on, dude, she ganked her boss and her ex-boyfriend. That doesn't sound rash and unconscious."

"Yeah, but what if it was, guys? I mean, what if some animal part of her brain saw both those guys as threats? Hell, the cop, too."

"What are you, the Dog Whisperer now?"

"I'm sorry, Sam, but I'm with Dean on this. She tried to kill us."

"Look, guys, I just... I don't know, there, there, there was something in her eyes."

"Yeah, she's killing people!" Dean says.

"But if she has no control over it-"

"Exactly. She can't control it. Even if she's telling the truth, it’s not gonna change anything."

"I'm not putting a bullet through some girl's chest who has no idea what's happening."

"Sam, she's a monster, and you're feeling sorry for her?" Y/N says.

"Maybe I understand her." There is a small pause. "Look, there might be another way we can get the job done without having to waste her."

"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" Sam flips through the journal.

"Dad's theory - lycanthropy might have a cure if you kill the werewolf who bit you, severing the bloodline."

"MIGHT have a cure. Meaning 'who the hell knows?'"

"It's worth a shot."

"We don't even know where to start looking, all right? I mean, the puppy that bit her could be anyone, anywhere. It could've been years ago," Y/N says. Sam then realizes something.

"No. I don't think so." Sam leads Dean and Y/N back to the living room, where Madison is still seated. "Madison, when were you mugged?" She doesn't want to answer, just looking at him. "Please. It's important, all right? Just answer the question."

"About a month ago."

"Did you see the guy?"

"No. He grabbed me from behind."

"Did he bite you?" There is a small pause.

"How did you know that?"

"Where?" Y/N asks.

"On, on the back of my neck." Y/N shows her that she is setting her gun down, and goes behind her, gently brushing her hair away and exposing a scarred lump the size of a golf ball on her neck.

"Oh, that's just a love bite. Believe me, that could have been a lot worse. Where were you at the time?" Dean says.

"Walking home from a friend's loft."

"Let me guess. Not too far from Hunter's Point?" Sam says and Madison nods. Sam, Dean, and Y/N walk into the back room; Sam closes the door and turns to face Y/N and Dean. "The same place where those other murders happened. I'm telling you, it's a werewolf's hunting grounds."

"Maybe, but that doesn't mean it's gonna be out there tonight," Y/N says.

"It's the right time of the lunar cycle. Look, I know it's a long shot."

"Hey, you're forgetting something. Maddie's probably gonna turn soon, all right? We can't just let her take off to an all-you-can-eat buffet," Dean says.

"I'll stay with her."

"And if she busts loose?" Sam doesn't respond. "Sam?"

"I'll do it."

"Sam."

"I'll shoot her, all right? But guys, I need you two to go out there. At least go look for the thing. Guys, please. We can save this girl."

"Shooting her will be the very last thing we do," Y/N says with a soft smile. Sam nods and looks to Dean. After a short pause, Dean realizes that Sam is feeling more intensely than usual.

"Fine." Sam nods at him. Dean and Y/N leave the apartment and Sam rejoins Madison, who is still crying.

"Please. Just let me go." Sam looks at her sympathetically and pulls up a chair to sit in front of her.

"Look ... I know you're scared. I also know that there's no way in hell you're gonna believe me. But I'm doing this because I'm trying to help you. I'm not gonna lie, all right, the odds aren't exactly in our favor. But if this goes the way I pray it does ... I'll untie you, and I'll walk out that door, and I'll never come back. You'll live the rest of your life. And I'll just be a bad memory." Sam is emotional, tearful, as is Madison.

A woman is walking the dark street alone when she stops when she hears an animal howling, and looks nervous.

A woman is walking the dark street alone when she stops as she hears an animal howling and looks nervous.

Sam is watching the full moon while Madison sits in the chair. Suddenly, her fingernails grow, stretching into claws. Her eyes turn bright blue, and she bares her fangs. Sam turns just as she breaks loose from the chair. She knocks him to the ground, but he quickly gets up, aiming his gun.

The hooker is running down the street when suddenly, she comes face-to-face with the animal. The animal chases her down the street.

Sam keeps his gun aimed at Madison. Just as she lunges at him, he moves out of the way, forcing her into her bedroom. He moves the entertainment center in front of the door, trapping her inside.

The werewolf catches up with the hooker, dragging her screaming across the pavement.

"Hey!" Y/N shouts. The werewolf looks up just as Dean shoots him, three times in the chest. The werewolf is Glen. The woman stands up, frightened, and glances at Dean and Y/N before running away.

"Hey, don't mention it," Dean shouts. They crouch next to Glen, who is coughing and choking. His mouth is covered in blood. After a moment, his fangs retract, and he returns to normal.

"It happened... again. Where am I? H-help me. Oh, God. Oh my God," Glen coughs.

"All right, easy, Glen. Just take it easy." They watch as Glen dies and his eyes glaze over. Y/N and Dean look at each other with a frown.

Madison wakes up dressed as Sam opens the bedroom door.

"It all should be over. You'll never see me again." Standing, Madison surveys the bedroom. Furniture is overturned, and there are claw marks covering every inch of the walls. When she turns around, Sam is gone. Later, the three are parked outside Madison's building.

"It was sort of sad, actually. Glen had no clue what was going on. Hey, why do you think he turned Madison instead of just killing her in the first place?" Y/N says.

"I don't know. I mean, he kind of seemed to have a thing for her."

"Maybe his primal instinct did, too. Maybe he was looking for a whole, uh, hot breeding action."

"Yeah. Something like that."

"So?" Y/N says.

"So what?"

"Speaking of Madison...?"

"Oh, whatever."

"Don't 'whatever' her, man, you liked her. Maybe, uh-"

"Guys, she thought I was a stark-raving lunatic."

"You saved her life."

"Yeah, but she doesn't know that." Madison appears at the window.

"You know, for a stake-out, your car's a bit conspicuous. What are you still doing here?

"Honestly? Uh, we're pretty sure you're not gonna turn tonight, but we've gotta be a hundred percent, so... you know, we're ... lurking."

"I know this sounds crazy."

"Sure does. Well, if we're gonna wait it out... we might as well do it together." Madison lets the siblings inside.

"You were telling the truth, weren't you? About everything. What you did - it was to help me."

"Yeah."

"I did all those horrible things... when I turned."

"You didn't know?" There is a small pause.

"So, when will we know for sure? Moonrise?"

"No, I don't think so. You turned middle of the night last night. I think we've gotta hand in sun-up." Dean and Y/N have been watching Sam carefully. He gives a tiny nod.

"Well, it looks like we've got ourselves a few hours to kill. Poker, anyone?"

"Sure, why not," Y/N says. Later, the four of them watch as the sun sinks and the moon rises. Dean lays his gun on the table. Sam, Madison, and Y/N watch from the couch.

"Oh, no, you guys talk." A few hours later, they watch from the window as the sun comes up.

"Does- does that mean it worked?" Sam seems relieved.

"Yeah. I think so." Madison sighs in relief.

"Oh, God, thank you. Thank you so much." Madison gives Sam a hug, then pulls away to give Y/N one. Dean clears his throat, and they pull away. Madison laughs. "You, too, Dean and Y/N. Thank you."

"Aw, don't mention it." There is an awkward pause. "So, we're just gonna head back to the hotel and... watch some Pay-Per-View, or something." The siblings leave the apartment, and Dean pumps his fist in the air as he leaves. Y/N turns around and mouths 'sorry.'

"That was smooth, heh."

"He means well, but..."

"You mean, he thinks you're gonna get laid."

"Look, I-"

"It's okay," Madison says.

"No. I know I scared the crap out of you, all right? I-I mean, I tied you to a chair."

"That's right up there with me scratching up your face."

"There's just no way... we could go back, you know? Before it happened."

"You're right. There's just no way," Madison says. Sam shakes his head. Then after a moment, Madison gives in and kisses him. Sam immediately responds, pushing her against the wall. They strip each other of their clothing and make their way to the bedroom, falling back onto the bed. Throughout the night, they continue to make passionate love, letting go of all they had been holding back. Hours later, they fall asleep in each other's arms, completely content. The full moon rises, and Sam wakes up and looks around. He hears a growl and turns to see Madison, who has returned to her werewolf form, eyes blue and fangs bared. Before Sam can catch her, she jumps out the window, leaving him stunned.

Sam runs down the hall to Dean and Y/N's room, pounding on the door. Y/N answers, rubbing her eyes with Dean next to her on the other bed.

"She - she turned," Sam says, breathless.

"What?" Dean asks.

"I couldn't grab her in time."

"We'll find her, Sammy," Y/N says. Later, Sam, Dean, and Y/N are quickly coming down the steps of the China Sea Motel.

"I already called Bobby. He doesn't know anything. Except he knew severing the bloodline wouldn't work. That's everyone. They all say it's impossible to reverse it."

"How come she didn't turn when we were with her?"

"Dean-"

"So, what, you put her to bed and then she wolfed out? Maybe she's gotta be asleep to turn."

"What the hell does it matter, Y/N? Look, we've gotta find some way to help her, some legend we missed or something."

"If there was, don't you think someone we know would've known it?"

"Well, then we have to look harder! Until we find something," Sam says.

"Sammy, I don't think we've got a choice here anymore," Y/N says.

"What?"

"I hate to say it. She's a sweet girl, but part of her is-"

"Evil?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, that's what they say about me, guys! So, me you won't kill, but her you're just gonna blow away?" Sam's phone rings and he answers it.

"Sam?" Madison says from a phone booth.

"Madison, where are you?"

"I don't - I don't- I don't know where I am."

"Well, do you see any signs?"

"Um...yeah, yeah, Middle Point."

"All right, hold on, Maddie. We're coming to get you, just stay where you are."

The four of them are in the living room. The gun is sitting on the table.

"I don't remember anything. I probably killed someone last night. Didn't I?"

"There's no way to know yet," Y/N says.

"Is there something else we can try to make it go away?"

"We'll find something. I mean, there's gotta be some answer, somewhere."

"That's not entirely true. Madison, you deserve to know. We've scoured every source. There's just no cure," Dean says.

"Is- is he right?" Madison asks Sam. Choking up, Sam stands and turns away.

"Well, we could lock you up at night, but...you bust out, and some night you will, someone else dies." There is a small pause. "I'm sorry. I am," Y/N says. Madison cries and exhales.

"So, I guess that's all there is to it, then."

"Stop it. Don't talk like that."

"Sam, I don't wanna hurt anyone else. I don't wanna hurt you," Madison picks up the gun and brings it to him.

"Put that down."

"I can't do it myself. I need you to help."

"Madison, no."

"Sam... I’m a monster."

"You don't have to be. We could find a way, all right? I can. I'm gonna save you." Madison is crying harder.

"You tried. I know you tried. But this is all there is left. Help me, Sam. I want you to do it. I want it to be you."

"I can't," Sam says.

"I don't wanna die. I don't. But I can't live like this. This is the way you can save me. Please. I'm asking you to save me." Sam shakes his head. Y/N walks over to them and carefully takes the gun from Madison. Sam walks to another room, holding back tears. Dean and Y/N enter the room, silently.

"Sam," Y/N holds up the gun. "I'm so sorry."

"No, you're right. She's right," Sam says with tears in his eyes.

"Sammy, she's got this one. She'll do it," Dean says.

"She asked me to."

"You don't have to," Y/N says. Sam has tears sliding out of his eyes.

"Yes, I do. Please." Sam holds his hand out for the gun, tears streaming down his face. Y/N hands it to him. "Just wait here." Sam glances back at Dean and Y/N, shaking, tears streaming, before heading back to the living room. Dean and Y/N, now alone, let tears roll down their cheeks and the two flinch when they hear a single gunshot.

#supernatural #older sister winchester #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fandom #reader insert

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tweecrushconfessions · 1 year

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the last text that i sent my ex was "I'm on the toilet."

It's Lev here, today, I thought I'd share something a bit more personal - a tale of my latest romantic adventure...or should I say, misadventure? You might want to grab some popcorn for this one, it's gonna be a wild ride. (I wrote this so I can finally move on & forget - for the better! I reflected it on the whole thing, yesterday.)

Alright, story time. You know how some people say their last words to their ex were something profound, like, "I wish you the best," or "I hope we can still be friends"? Well, mine was, and I kid you not, "Hey, just sitting on the toilet." Classy, right? Yep, you read that right. Toilet texting. If that's not an Olympic event, it should be.

But let's add some context to that bizarre send-off, shall we? Trust me, it was less of a cute "we share everything" and more of an unhealthy "you're not giving me enough" sort of thing (and we were pretty much the opposites). It's like we were from different planets. Money, food, music taste, humor - I mean, he thought the things I made were CRINGE. Now, that was the ultimate deal-breaker. And then, like a cherry on top of this disaster sundae, my notifications stopped working. Yes, I swear on my mom's homemade stew, it wasn't me ignoring him. (I mean, come on, it's not like I was chilling in a spa - I just couldn't reply for a hot 5-20 minutes. We're not running a crisis hotline here). Everyone knows that my notifications are as reliable as the British weather, and even if it were, did he really need to know about every piece of toilet paper I was using?

After much reflection, I decided that it wasn’t working out. The relationship didn't survive much longer after that text, thankfully.

But hey, don't get all somber on me. The breakup was a blessing in disguise. Honestly, I'm doing better than ever. I feel like a weight has been lifted, and I've found a newfound freedom in doing things just for me.

And guess what? The music? Yeah, it's playing loud and clear now, without any background noise of criticism. I'm living the indie-pop dream!

So, in retrospect, that breakup text while I was on the throne (I mean, the toilet) might be the funniest and most symbolic thing I've ever done. In a weird way, it was the beginning of me flushing away a relationship that wasn't serving me anymore. And, guess what? There's a new guy! Let's call him Mr. Tolerant because that's what he is – tolerant and understanding. He doesn't cringe at my zines (he actually thinks they're cool!), and is on the same wavelength about important things. Sometimes, it's essential to step away from situations that make you lose your essence, your flavor. Once you find yourself again, you can share your life with someone who loves your version of weird, because let's be honest, we're all a bit weird.

And note-to-self, if you ever find yourself having to text someone while on the toilet just to keep them happy, it's probably time to hit the flush button.

Until next time!

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owlhousefansblog · 2 years

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The new girl

It's strange ..Luz never atack someone with no reason *said Vee*

Maybe she doesn't have a choice? *ask Willow*

Who cares?! We need to find that person and get revange *scream angrily Amity*

No, we need to stay with her, she need us and maybe we find out who did this to her *say Gus*

Yeah , it's a good plan *Say Willow*

But TOMORROW all of us have School *Say Vee*

It's not a problem, we have Gus, right?* Say Willow wink at him *

Ofc You have, they don't realize that we left , trust me

and threatened me with this thing, CAN YOU BELIEVE? I hate SO MUCH that girl but I'm glad I beat her so badly that I won't see her at school too often *said Luz proudly to Hunter*

Miss Noceda, you are expelled

I'm WHAT? IT WAS HER FAULT! SHE HAD THREATENED THAT MY MOTHER WOULD BE OUT OF WORK! *screams Luz*

Watch your tone! You snapped her collarbone and bruised her eyes where to put the blood? You're lucky that I didn't sue you, but your parents will pay for the hospitalization *said the Director* plus you're not on your first offense

BUT SHE KEEPS CHALLENGING ME! YOU CAN'T SAY YOUR DAUGHTER IS A SAINT, and you know what? It's not just me she behaves like that, but everyone, and do you know something? it was time for someone to teach her a lesson have a good day *Luz gets up and go out principal's office no longer looking back *

omg I can't believe that I actually told this to the director *Luz thought to herself*

while walking down the hall she bumped into someone

Oh I'm so sorry I didn't see you *Luz apologizes*

no problem it was my fault *said the girl* what's happened with you?

Oh um nothing important, you are the new girl right?

yes, my name is Ely what's yours?

Luz Noceda, delighted

*the girl stiffened, she looked at Luz for a long time and still*

hey are you ok you look like you see a ghost or something

yeah um sorry...

how old are you?

15, you?

17, I have one more year and I'm leaving high school yeeey * Luz say happy* if you want I can show you around

sure, I'd like that *Ely had said*

2 weeks had passed when Luz went to another school and she hadn't seen Ely.

Although her friends wanted to know more about what had happened between her and Katli, they never found out anything. In the morning until noon the house was empty, but in the evening the house was filled with laughing voices and the smell of food. Luz was usually the last to come home from high school, she missed hanging out with her friends and laughing and forgetting about her problems. That evening they were all there except for Hunter who had remained at the castle.

Fortunately, the next day was Saturday, so on the 2nd day they decided to go for a walk, like Hunter, the probability of coming that day was quite low, so they didn't necessarily see a problem. Plus they wanted to buy him something if he was still missing. They were all returning from shopping when Gus saw a poster on a pole and showed it to the others.

and we have a show like that in Boiling Isles *said Gus excitedly*

oh yes, I remember that we once competed like we were 10 years old *said Willow*

oh yeah that was funny *said Gus*

I mean it's not a bad idea...*said Amity* but none of us can sing , or even play instruments

you don't necessarily need talent for things like this *said Luz* It's oraganized every year I can help you with this if you want to participate

and you? *asks Amity with puppy dog eyes*

the last time I tried it was bad... so um it's not in my field but I can help you with basic things

So a few days had passed, Hunter had come back and with many pleas he had agreed to participate. The first rehearsals were a bit difficult but in the end they succeeded. It was the big day and to get rid of the stress, Willow wanted to prepare a traditional cake that has been in her family for many years, but she needed ingredients, so the group went shopping in town. There were quite a few to take so they decided to go in teams. Vee Hunter and Luz took care of the vegetables and fruits (decorative stuff) and Amity Willow and Gus took care of the ingredients

I'm going to fruit *said Vee leaving*

well, I think we'll stay with the vegetables *said Luz, going to a stall*

I think first we should take -* he doesn't see her next to him* hey! wait for me!

while they took what they needed Hunter leaned towards her and got her attention.

hey um did you remember when you told me about that new girl?*he whispers*

yeah, what's up with this? *say Luz*

well it's right there *points to a girl with long brown hair in a pink dress and white skin who was standing with her back*

oh perfect let's greet her! *said Luz enthusiastically and walks towards her*

Luz! Luz wait! you don't even know if she really wants to see you-*but Luz was already paying attention to her and Hunter had come to her, the whole situation seemed crazy to him but he hadn't said anything*

Luz: so? how is your life? *asks Luz excitedly*

Ely :You don't want to know , trust me , but now everything it's fine *she said with a more or less forced smile* anyway gtg the show it's tonight so see ya maybe...*she smiles for the last time and leaves quickly*

I think Something it's not ok with this girl *Hunter said, turning to Luz*

Yeah...ther's Something strange about her ....but idk what *Luz said thinking Loud *

Did You see Something suspicios about her ?

No, not really, She seems prety nice..but ..

But?

Luz:well .... she's still staring at me in a rather strange way she say I really look like a familiar person maybe that was the fact-

No, She hide Something, how I worked with people like her,You're lucky You have me * said Hunter proudly *

here we go AGAIN * said Luz leaving him * GeNiUs! Willow is waiting us with this tomatos you coming or what?

All said and done, they signed up and had 2 weeks to set everything up, it was hard at first but they finally managed to find 2 guitarists, a bass player, 2 vocalists.

Guitarists: Vee and Gus

Bass player: Willow

Vocalists: Hunter and Amity

Luz was surprised that Hunter had really accepted this but he really changed from the bad but sad boy she met 3 years ago. Now he was much happier and open and a really good leader. The big day had arrived everyone was stressed and agitated but mostly Luz, she had glanced over the bands that will compete and then she saw that Katlen and an old crush of hers plus some girls and a group of boys from her new school who already considered them a weirdo and a freak and a killer. Why? because everyone was spreading fake news throughout the high school, most of them said that she killed someone or they said that she deals with witchcraft and that she comes from a family of crazy people, they also competed and were good. She couldn't screw her up, she had to restore her family's honor because that could affect Vee and Camilia, everyone had rehearsed a lot and Luz had put a lot of pressure on them. The evening came but they couldn't find their costumes and Vee and Amity were nowhere to be found. Then the real panic began

well I think we have to cancel *said Gus sadly*

we can't the prize is 4,000 dollars! and my mother would need money, this is not the time to earn well, plus all of You work hard for this *said Luz*

We don't have costumes and Amity and Vee are missing, what can we do? *said Willow a little panicked *

Did anyone say costumes? * There was a familiar voice from Luz's seven *

Eda! * goes to hug her * what are you doing here?

help you ofc! You just didn't think I'd miss your big greenhouse, did you? plus I brought some helpers * eda stepped aside and behind them Edric and Emira appeared with a whole wardrobe *

Edric! Emira!

Hey Luz * say Edric *

We don't have time to talk,get dressed until you go on stage ! * said Emira *

but Amity? * asks Luz *

she and Vee can't sing you'll need a replacement * said Emira *

Luz can replace them * said Willow *

I - What ?!

yeah she is a good singer * said Gus *

But - I-

Alright them, show them who they're deal with , kid! * Said Eda *

Luz had no choice but to change.

When they left the stage, Luz had simply frozen just like the others, but when she saw Eda King Lilith Amity and Vee who had come in the meantime, Emira and Edric had given her courage, she took the electric guitar in her hand, her hands trembled, her heart pounding she wanted to get out of her chest, she was trying to control herself. The show had begun, her part had come. She had taken a deep breath and started singing, she was doing it, everyone was petrified. But she rejoiced and applauded, and even playing with them had been magical, and when Luz had gained the courage she could even play the guitar solo. Unfortunately they came out on the 2nd place but it was great anyway. After the concert, they went to celebrate at a nearby restaurant.

It was awesome! I didn’t know you can sing like that! * Hunter said excitedly still full of adrenaline *

Honestly, neither did I * said Luz, laughing *

I'm sorry you didn't manage to get the money, kido * said Eda with a glass of wine in her hand * I'm sure they cheated by finishing in 1st place

But the costume look on you AMAZING, I think I will change my job * said Emira *

Don't you dare, you are the best doctor I see! * said Luz *

yeah, your right I am

you know ... if you were looking for a manager I could help you, you would be the most sought after soloist in Boiling Isles! and UNIVERS! * said Lilith with a proud smile *

I think Lilith drink too much apple blood ... * said King *

That's. That's not Apple blood*said Luz*

we need to do this more often * said Willow *

of course, maybe we can even become celebrities * Gus dream *

neah I do it just for fun, ,,nothing more" * said Luz *

for Luz! and the best band in the universe * Amity toast *

For Luz! *Said everyoane* And the best band in the universe!

Part 2

#owlhouse #viralpost #viral #fanfic #fy

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linawritesocs · 2 years

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𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

i should probably start typing "vignette" instead ndskslslsl yay, this is the last one! I THOUGHT THAT THIS INTERACTION WILL BE TOO RANDOM AT FIRST BUT NOW.. IT MAKES SENSE. IT MAKES A LOT OF SENSE. vance and hayden are actually VERY similar, if you think about it.

vance: "i don't think i feel comfortable in this outfit.."

vance: "it's just.. i don't know, i don't think i'm mature enough for something like this."

vance: "hehe, but my mom would think i look great in this, i just know it."

vance: "wait, what if this ghost lady notices me? i'm 100% not her type.. i don't wanna get slapped by her!"

vance: "OH NO, SHE'S LOOKING MY WAY! quick, i should hide somewhere!"

vance: "where can i hide, where can i-"

vance: ah!

vance: .. hayden-senpai?

hayden: vance-kun? what are you doing?

hayden: are you trying to hide from eliza-san?

vance: n-no, i would never! i'd LOVE to marry her, i sure hope she chooses me, haha..

hayden: vance-kun, we both know that you're good at many things, but lying is not one of them.

vance: .. yeah, i'm trying to hide from her.

vance: listen, i don't wanna get slapped by her, but i also don't wanna marry her and go to the underworld! i'm too young and cute to live there!

vance: can she just take idia with her and leave? we can have a party without her!

hayden: i wouldn't call this event a party.

vance: same, because parties are supposed to be fun and i'm NOT having fun! this wedding is soooo boring! are weddings always this boring, hayden-senpai?

hayden: well, i've been at.. three weddings, i think? maybe four, i'm not sure. and to be honest, weddings are not that interesting.

vance: YOU'VE BEEN AT THREE WEDDINGS??

hayden: that's what happens when you have twelve older brothers and most of them have found love already.

vance: ah.. i forgot that you have so many brothers..

hayden: haha, it's okay. really, they're not that special, so don't worry too much about it.

vance: "not that special"? do you have a bad relationship with them?

hayden: what about you, vance-kun? have you ever been at a wedding?

vance: nope, i haven't! but if weddings are always this boring, i don't regret never seeing one.

hayden: oh, i'm sure that your wedding definitely won't be boring. i'd actually love to see it one day.

vance: yeah, i just know that my wedding would be so fun! thinking about it makes me feel kinda excited, hehe..

vance: i'm not sure if i ever do get married though.

hayden: really? why? you're a wonderful person, vance-kun, why do you think no one would ever fall in love with you?

vance: well, uh..

vance: *laughs awkwardly* why did i even mention it? i should've kept my mouth shut.

hayden: if you decided to mention it anyway, it means that it's very important and it's bothering you. so let's talk about it, okay? if you're comfortable with it, of course.

vance: *tries so hard not to cry* w-why are you so nice, hayden-senpai? other upperclassmen usually agree with me or try to change the topic..

hayden: even trey-kun? i thought that you two were very close.

vance: he's good! he's a very good person! but.. i feel like he also sees me as a child rather than someone who's as smart and talented as him.

hayden: haha, yeah, trey-kun does have that "mom friend" energy.

vance: yes, exactly! but it gets so annoying sometimes!

vance: *starts shaking* i just.. i know that i'm not that mature and i'm not that reliable.. but..

vance: i just want them to stop treating me like this! i'm actually smarter and stronger than some upperclassmen, you know! i'm not as smart as riddle-senpai, but hey, if i study harder, i might just overthrow him one day!

vance: uh.. by "overthrowing" i meant "becoming a better student than him". i'm not planning to become a dorm leader, haha, we all remember how that went with ace-kun.

vance: please, forget what i've just said, hayden-senpai. i'll just go, i deserve to get slapped by the ghost lady after this.

hayden: no, you did the right thing. thank you for opening up to me.

hayden: i know what you mean. i'm the youngest child in my family, i was always treated like a little kid. even now, i have to write a letter to my family every week and tell them everything, otherwise they will think i'm dead or something.

vance: wow, they must be very worried about you.

hayden: .. yeah, i know that they love me a lot and this is why they worry about me so much, but it still makes me so angry sometimes.

vance: hayden-senpai, how can we be so similar? you're so popular, you're loved by everyone, even azul-senpai trusts you, you're so.. you're so perfect??

hayden: you're too kind. you're so much better than me, people just don't notice it.

vance: but why? how do i make them notice me then?

hayden: do you want to know why people love me so much, vance-kun?

vance: *nods*

hayden: that's because i'm a coward, vance-kun. i don't want to disappoint people, i don't want them to hate me, so i do everything i can to make them love me. i'm always nice to them, i'm always polite, but that's because i'm too afraid to stand up for myself.

hayden: please, don't treat me as your idol or anything like that. do you want to become like me? do you want to keep this "little brother act" just to entertain those people? even if you secretly hate it and want them to respect you and rely on you?

vance: ...

vance: woah. that.. that was so cool, hayden-senpai!

hayden: what did i just tell you?

vance: how can i stop treating you as my idol when you're so awesome?? you say that you're a coward, but it's so brave of you to admit that you're more weak than people think!

vance: i want to become like you one day!

hayden: haha, are you sure about that?

vance: *smiles and nods* yes, you're so nice, hayden-senpai! i'm surprised you're still single, to be honest.

hayden: wait, why are you talking about my relationship status?

vance: because we're at a wedding and all..

vance: .. wait a second. i'm sure you would be a perfect husband for the ghost lady.

hayden: huh?

vance: you're literally like a perfect prince! you're pretty, you're smart, you're kind, you have so many talents!

hayden: *blushes* stop it, vance-kun. i'm not like that..

vance: your height though..

hayden: .. what did you just say?

vance: um, don't get me wrong, you're definitely taller than me, but i don't think you're tall enough for the ghost lady..

hayden: ...

vance: hayden-senpai, is it just me or your eyes look kinda empty right now?

vance: and what are you looking at? or who-

vance: oh, that's riley-kun's cousin! i wonder what he's doing here.

hayden: riley-kun's cousin? who's riley-kun?

vance: he's a freshman from savanaclaw! me and riley-kun are very good friends!

hayden: and this guy is his cousin? isn't he from rsa though?

vance: yeah, i have no idea why he's still here even though so many students are glaring at him and they're clearly not happy to see him. does he have something important to do here?

hayden: riley-kun's cousin, huh..

vance: oh, i forgot, riley-kun is still waiting for me! he must be so bored without me..

vance: i'll see you later, hayden-senpai!~

hayden: ... *tries not to laugh*

hayden: "this boy tries so hard to act more "mature", but he's so naive. yeah, sure, i'm a coward who loves to please people. that sounds more like the rsa gardening club leader."

hayden: "but i've learned something interesting thanks to him."

hayden: "i must find more information about this rsa student. he looks way too much like the princess of arendelle to ignore him."

hayden: "if he really is connected to her in some way.."

*music starts playing*

hayden: "OH REALLY? i'm in the middle of coming up with my great plan, turn it off!"

#yay i can finally start working on beach episode vignettes :D #and fake!jay's voicelines and chats too.. i forgot about my boy I AM SO SORRY #a gamer skater boy: vance #the chameleon with a god complex: hayden #the ultimate simp: allen #allen's kuudere cousin: riley

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heyyyharry · 3 years

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Happier

(inspired by happier by Olivia Rodrigo)

Word count: 2.4k

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

Part 1: Drivers License

Part 2: Deja Vu

A/N: I edited the original lyrics to match the POV :)

Harry had come up with a thousand scenarios of how this day would play out. Actually, he’d been thinking of this day since the moment he’d received the news. He didn’t dare to hope that she’d say yes to coming back for a sequel. He’d been sure that they would write her character off, give a lame excuse for how his love interest could not make a return and make his character forget about her completely to move on with a new girl in town. It would have been great if it was that easy in real life. Once someone was written off the script, they were gone for good. Real-life relationships were not that simple. Goodbye didn’t mean ‘never see you again’. You would still share the same friend circle and social bubbles, and it was worse when you two worked in the same industry. Harry didn’t know how he’d lasted a year without running into her, not since the Grammys.

“Didn’t you two date?”

“No.” Harry shook his head, but his eyes stayed glued on Y/N from across the room. She wasn’t looking his way, too busy saying hello to everyone else. “No,” he repeated, more to himself than to his co-star. “We didn’t.”

“But she wrote an entire album about you,” said the other twin. What was her name again? Lulu?

“Luna!” cried her sister, Lex. “You can’t ask him that!”

“No, it’s okay,” Harry said with a tight smile, slightly annoyed by the blonde twins, but he didn’t want to seem like an ass on the first day of filming. “And I don’t know if it was for me. You should ask Y/N.”

“Ask me what?”

Harry flinched when he looked up and saw Y/N padding towards them. She hugged the twins, who seemed way too excited. Harry guessed they were Y/N’s fans. They gave off crazy fangirl vibes, probably just pretending not to know the drama to interrogate him. He couldn’t blame them for assuming he was the villain and definitely could not blame Y/N for portraying him as one. It was more important that he knew who he was and how much he had changed since his last relationship. Maybe they could finally be friends.

“Were they bothering you?” Y/N asked him once the twins had left.

Harry nodded. “They’re your friends?”

“Oh, I met them last year on tour. I’m surprised you don’t know them. They were on Disney.”

“I don’t watch Disney,” Harry admitted with a smile. “Well, not today’s Disney.”

“Understandable.” Y/N nodded and bit her lip. She seemed guarded with her straight back and hands hidden behind her. She eyed him up and down, quite subtle yet noticeable. “How have you been?”

“Pretty good,” he said, nodding slowly. “You?”

“Yeah, but mostly tired because of tour.”

“You’re done?”

“Yup, last night was the last show.”

“Nice.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Nice?”

Harry blinked. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No.” Y/N giggled. “You still sound very...you.”

“Well, shouldn’t I?”

“Yeah, you should. But it’s been a year so…I mean, you haven’t changed much.”

“Right,” he said lowly, his eyes falling to his feet. Harry supposed he should say something else, perhaps bringing up another random topic to discuss, but all he could think about was what had happened between them. Things had been messy, hadn’t they? How could they go back to before that? Before her first song about him. Before he’d chosen someone else over her.

Or he could talk about her new relationship. She’d been in a happy relationship for almost six months, right? No wait, hadn’t they broke up two weeks ago? He wasn’t sure because he hadn’t been catching up. If they’d broken up, he’d sound like an ass to even mention her ex’s name. He should just stay quiet.

“I’ll see you later?” she said, gesturing at her stylist who was waiting by the door.

Harry could ask her right now -- the reason she’d agreed to film the sequel to their first movie together. He’d heard from a very reliable source that she’d specifically asked her agent to decline any project that he was in. So did this mean they were good? That she didn’t hate him anymore? He could have gathered his courage and got the answer right then…

“Yeah, see you.”

...but he didn’t.

And so she gave him a smile and a little wave, then happily returned to her stylist.

“See you tomorrow, Y/N!”

“See you, Annie!” Y/N said as she put the rest of her things into her tote bag. Her new driver had got her schedule mixed up, and so she had to wait here for another half an hour. She was in no rush. It had been a light first day, and she’d had a fun time getting to know the new cast members and catching up with old friends.

She sat on the sofa in the lobby, legs crossed, texting her best friend about her day. She’d purposely left out the short off-screen conversation with Harry, and her best friend didn’t even bother to ask. In their world, he didn’t exist, and his name was censored in every conversation like a curse word that was even worse than ‘cunt’. Nevertheless, she didn’t hate him anymore. She was doing just fine on her own, being busy with her career, and she’d been in a happy relationship after her fall out with him.

She and the guy, a model, had broken up two weeks ago due to long distance and some differences that they could not change. They had ended on good terms and decided to stay friends. They said you could only stay friends with your ex when you still had feelings for each other, or you had never loved each other that much in the first place. For her, it was probably the latter. Her previous relationship had been more platonic than romantic, apparently. So she had nothing but the best to say about him.

As she was going through her camera roll, just reminiscing about the past, she heard footsteps approaching and looked up to find Harry. He offered a smile and gestured to the spot beside her on the sofa. “May I sit here? My ride is late.”

“Yeah, sure.” She hurriedly scooted over.

“Good job today,” he said. “You were great.”

“Thanks, so were you.” She smiled, and they both looked away at the same time. This was so awkward. She hated small talk. She’d never had to have small talk with Harry. Conversations with him used to be so easy and natural and silly. Whatever this was, it wasn’t them.

“Can we just be normal?”

At first, Y/N thought she’d been the one who’d said it, so when she realised it’d been Harry, she was speechless.

He swallowed and sat a bit straighter, still not looking at her. “I don’t want us to be weird and awkward.”

“Okay,” she said.

He cleared his throat. “Wanna try again?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay, not to sound like an ass but when Joey kept forgetting his lines, I was so pissed off, I could throw a chair at the wall.”

“Right?!” exclaimed Y/N, feeling free to have finally broken out of her shell. “Like, he doesn’t even have many lines. I know he’s new but damn...you can’t get far if you don’t learn your goddamn lines.”

Harry shook with laughter. “Oh God, we sound like dicks, don’t we?”

“Maybe.” Y/N laughed, covering her mouth. “But you know what? We can’t be nice in this industry. It’s impossible.”

“Shhh, if someone heard this, we would be into big trouble.”

“Oh please, I’ve had worse articles written about me than ‘Y/N speaks facts about her lazy co-star’.”

Harry tossed his head back and cackled. “The worst one I’ve got this week was ‘Harry Styles hates therapists.’”

“What?!” Y/N gasped. “No way! That’s so stupid!”

“Right?” Harry rolled his eyes. “I could get all my therapists to speak up for me but I’m kinda immune to bullshit now.”

“Therapists? Like plural?”

“Yeah, one in every city.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah.”

Y/N rubbed her hands onto her legs. “Rough year?”

Harry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he leaned back. “You have no idea.” Then he swept his hair out of his eyes, sucked in a breath, and finally looked at her. “I wish I could have talked to you, though.”

She bit her tongue, knowing what she was about to say next would disappoint her best friend so much, but she had to. “So do I.”

Harry looked taken aback before his lips curled into a smile. “It’s silly, isn’t it? I haven’t talked to you in a year, and I feel like I know everything that’s happened to you except that I don’t.”

What he’d just said might make no sense for most people, but Y/N knew exactly what he meant. She nodded and wetted her lip. “You only know as much as everyone else does.”

“Yeah, I got updates on you from the news and our friends.”

“Same.” Y/N smiled back. “I hate how they write articles about your new haircut but not mine.”

“I like your new hair colour.”

“Thanks. I like your new car.”

Then they both burst out laughing. It was fun and also a little bit strange that Y/N didn’t feel the same anxiety talking to him as she used to. It must be because they had grown and were now meeting again as better people.

“Damn, my ride's here,” Y/N said as she read the text from her driver. “I gotta go now.”

“Oh, okay.” Harry stood up and followed Y/N to the entrance. “Hey, just wondering--”

“Yeah?”

“Am I...am I still blocked?” He looked a bit flustered as she tilted her head and squinted her eyes. “On your phone. Because I remember you having my number blocked--”

“I unblocked you on your birthday.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.” Y/N shrugged. “I should’ve sent you a happy birthday text but...I didn’t want your girlfriend to get the wrong ideas.”

“My ex.”

“Yeah, I know.”

They smiled at each other one last time before saying goodbye. Y/N knew it was silly, but she was hoping he would go after her.

Ding.

A notification popped up when she was in the car. She was almost home, and it was from Harry’s number. He’d sent her a link with a message that said, “Hope you like it :)”.

Curious, she tapped on it and was directed to an audio file titled ‘Track 5’. The upload date was last year. About two weeks after their short conversation at the Grammys.

Hurriedly, she fumbled inside her bag for her iPods and put it on before she pressed play.

“Hey, Jeff, I couldn’t sleep so I wrote this song. Listen and let me know if it should go on the album.”

Then came the piano intro. It sounded good, so Y/N wondered how it hadn’t ended up on his last album.

But when he started to sing...

We ended a while ago Your friends are mine, you know, I know You've moved on, found someone new One more guy who brings out the better in you

And I thought my heart was detached From all the sunlight of our past But he’s so nice, he’s so funny Does he mean you forgot about me?

Oh, I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

And does he tell you you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen? An eternal love bullshit he might not even mean Remember when you were with me I meant it when you heard it first from me

And now I'm pickin' him apart Like cuttin' him down will make you miss my wretched heart But he’s charming, he looks kind He probably gives you butterflies

I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better

I hope you're happy I wish you all the best, really Say you love him, baby Just not like you loved me And think of me fondly when your hands are on him I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

The song was for her. He’d written it when her new relationship had gone public. Y/N sat there, staring blankly ahead until the honking of a car tore open her inner peace, and reality came crashing back in. The driver dropped her off at her house. Instead of going inside, she stood on her front steps and replayed the song one more time. When it ended, she decided to text him: Why didn’t this make it to the album?

She didn’t know where he was now, but it showed ‘typing’ in less than a second, as if he’d been waiting in their chat since he’d sent that link.

You would’ve hated me, Y/N.

True, she replied. Still, I would’ve loved the song lowkey. And added, I love it btw.

He took so long to type that it was driving her crazy. She flopped down on the concrete stair with her phone clutched in her hands, her heart thundering against her ribcage. Anxiety popped like a balloon when his message appeared: Were you happier?

She reread it again and again.

No.

I wasn’t either, he responded. I kept getting deja vu.

Ha, nice reference.

That song is my guilty pleasure. Love listening to you roasting me on loop.

That last message made Y/N bury her face into her palm and giggle like a fool. She thought for a second and wrote: I could come roast you in person now if that’s what you prefer. I think we’ve never had a proper roasting.

Can we meet, Y/N? Or are you busy now?

No, not busy.

Great, I’ll pick you up.

Just tell me where, she responded with a smile on her face. I got my drivers license now :)

#harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles writing #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles angst #harry styles one shot #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles fic

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technowoah · 3 years

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if you're taking asks for the prompts, can you do 11 and 17 from the angst list with george but have a fluffy ending? she/her pronouns pls

I Can Make It Right

SHSJS I HAVE SO MUCH ANGST IN MY INBOX YALL!

Thanks for the request babe! The way it came out was gender neutral i dont think I user she/her, but it still works trust me!

George x reader imagine (established)

11) "It's not important apparently"

17) "You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off"

⚠︎ angst with happy ending, unresolved issue but they're gonna fix it dont worry 😌, angry George, swearing

*** = flashback

Masterlist

You had stood infront of your bathroom mirror finishing up your makeup for the night. Your hair was already done and you had a nice outfit on, not to fancy and not too comfortable. While listening to a playlist George had made for you, you had put down the brushes you were using. It didnt really matter if you cleaned up your makeup that was littered all over the sink right now, but right now you were feeling good.

Today was your and George's 3rd year anniversary and you couldn't be happier about it. Today you two were going to dinner and doing something else which was supposed to be a surprise for you. It was a night on the town.

George and you met 4 years ago actually. You two started out as acquaintances, the slowly grew into friends and then one day he asked you to join him to dinner. At first you were oblivious to his actions, thinking he was just being a good friend, but turns out the more dates you two went on the more you caught on. He officially asked you to be his girlfriend 3 years ago today.

His friends keep on pressuring George to propose already, they think it's been long enough. The only thing close to marriage is a promise ring. He put the ring on your finger as a promise that one day he would marry you, everytime you doubt that he will propose you turn your attention to the cute ring on your finger.

You had turned off the bedroom lights and sat on your bed finally relaxing after struggling to find a decent enough outfit for tonight. George said that he was going to pick you up around 6:00 and now it is 5:47 so you had some time to spare.

You had found yourself scrolling through tiktok because you had nothing else better to do at this moment. It was a guilty pleasure of yours even though you and george both joked around about hating tiktok.

Time began to tick away so you had checked the clock on your phone which said 5:57 pm. You had grabbed shoes that you set up against your bed, slipped them on and grabbed all of your belongings for the night. You stationed yourself in the living room waiting till George came to the door.

Nervousness always came up before a date, it was the anticipation actually. You were excited and nervous about the date as you always were, but today for you was special. It was three years worth of beautiful love. You remembered the time he first said I love you too, it was just like it was yesterday.

***

"Hey y/n." George looked towards you. You both were sitting on a plaid, plush blanket with a brown woven basket ontop in between you two. It was just like the movies and that why you cringed because of how cheesy it was when George led you to it.

It was sweet, it was extremely sweet and you loved these dates that George always brung you too. You always felt special when you are sitting next to him.

You responded to George. "Yeah Gogy?" You laughed at the use of his nickname.

"Im trying to be serious right now and you call me Gogy." George smiled and shook his head. "Anyways, you know I love you, right?"

"Of course I do-"

"No I love you. I mean. I'm in love with you." George reached to rest his hand ontop of yours and repeated himself. "I'm in live with you y/n."

You wasted no time answering. "Im in love with you too."

***

6:03

George didnt show up yet, but there was no sweat. He was only 3 minutes late, maybe he ran into traffick. Your stomach was rumbling, but you didnt want to eat yet since you two we're planning to go to dinner. Patience is key, and it wasnt like he wasn't late before.

6:10

You started to get worried, it's been 10 minutes and still no sign of your boyfriend. You had gotton up several times to check outside of your door only to be met with no one. Your mind was jumping to conclusions about if he forgot your anniversary, but you shut those thoughts out for the time being.

6:19

Okay this is getting out of hand. You brung out our phone and began to text George, you couldn't believe that you had waited this long before texting the man.

Where are you? Ive been waiting for 29 minutes?!

[Sent: 6:20pm]

George what are you doing?

[Sent: 6:20pm]

You awaited his text message with your phone faced up on the coffee table infront of you. You didn't want to believe that George woukd forget, or overslept, but that was becoming truth the more minutes passed by with no call or text.

6:30

Calling him was useless, because he didn't answer. He didn't hang up on you he just wasn't picking up the phone, like he turned it off. You started to get worried if something happened to him, if he was in a situation where he couldn't call or text you. You wondered if he was safe at home and not out in the middle of the street.

In a flash all your worries subsided when your phone lit up with a notification.

ThisIsNotGeorgeNotFound is live:

Im Playing golf with my friends

That son of a bitch. Pissed off was an understatement, you were fuming. How could he end up streaming at home when you had constantly reminded him about this day, he knew damn well about this day too. How could he?

You ended up grabbing a jacket and your purse and ended up driving to George's place. It seemed like he was mocking you in a way, he knew you had notifications on for Twitch. You loved to support him and his career, but this was making a fool out of yourself.

Your hand tightly gripped the steering wheel as you tried not to run every red light you cane across. You finally came across George's home, you found a place to park and quickly got out of your car and sped walked your way to George's residence. Finally making up to George's door you knocked harshly on the door probably making more noise than what you intended too. You continuously banged on his door until you got fed up.

Remembering that George had given you a key to his house you dig through your purse to get your set of keys out anr unlock his door. You stomped inside his house and closed the door behind you.

"GEORGE! GEORGE!" You yelled through the house. You were being reckless and annoying, but you didnt care at this point you were fuming and needed to tell George how you feel.

You had made your way to George's recording room where he was talking to his friends on discord. George looked towards you in shock clearly not hearing the sounds you were making throughout his house.

"Y/N?!" George yelled and muted his microphone.

"What the hell are you doing?" You exclaimed back.

"Im streaming thats what Im doing!" George sassed back at you, not paying attention to his screen and the chat.

"Dont get smart with me. End the stream."

"What?! No!"

"You heard me, we need to talk." You crossed your arms across your chest. Your heart was beating too fast for your liking and you tried to calm yourself down, but George's comments were getting to you.

George was about to unmute himself and get back to the game. "No we dont-"

"GEORGE END THE FUCKING STREAM! This is embarrassing! Talk to me cause you have some explaining to do." You snapped at him.

A silence tell upon you two and he glared at you before turning to his stream and closing it out.

"Okay guys! Go watch the other boys streams I need to go now! Bye!" George quickly ended and turned off everything.

He turned around to you still sitting in his chair. "What? What do you want?"

"Do you know what today is?" You asked.

"April 30th." George answered bluntly.

"Thats all you have to say?" You asked in shock. "It's our anniversary dickhead!"

"I fucking know that." George said.

"You do? So why did you start streaming and we had dinner plans?!"

"I told you we were streaming! You weren't listening to me!" George stood up from his chair when he said that.

"When the fuck did you tell me this?!"

"A couple days ago! You didn't listen!"

"But you knew that was our anniversary! And we made dinnerr plans-"

George yelled over you. "A month ago! We made those plans a month ago so excuse me for forgetting!"

"So all these other years you remembered our anniversary and went out of your fucking way to cancel other plans around that date, but today you didnt because why?!" Tears were threatening to fall down you cheeks, but you wouldnt let him see you like that.

"Because I planned this already with the boys! And AGAIN you werent listening to me when I said that-"

"There were several other times that you could've told me too! But you didn't!" You sniffed trying to keep the frustrated tears inside.

"I already planned this and I cant go back on my promise-"

"But you can with me?!" You yelled and George stopped talking. He's just studying your face at this point and you hated this silence.

"Its not important apparently." You said while walking out of the recording room.

"You're being a bitch." He mumbled.

"Excuse me?! That is so disrespectful!" You spun around yelled at him.

"You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off." George said in a annoying tone.

"Yeah you should feel like shit! I feel like shit too so-!" You threw your hands up in exasperation and stormed out the room. You had made it to the door before George called out to you again.

"Y/n! Y/n! Please!"

"No! Just..." You paused before opening the door and ushering your way out. "Call me when you get your shit together.

You were currently curled up on your couch eating leftovers that you had in the refrigerator. That had satisfied your hunger for the night because the dinner was canceled that night. Your anger and sadness had subsided and you were only left with an unusual feeling in your heart. Your relationship felt incomplete, this fight felt incomplete. You didnt break up with him, but you were waiting for closure.

The TV was the only light in the room. It illuminated what it wanted to, you didnt care if it was too dark. Usually you would be cuddled up with George at this ungoldy hour, but you weren't and that made you tear up.

Your sadness was still there, your anger towards George turned into pity. You were sad about the actions he took, but somewhere in your heart you could forgive him. You could forgive and move on if he would come to you.

Speaking of, you had a knock on your door. You didn't have the strength to get up, but you did. Shuffling your way to the door you sluggishly opened it to find George standing there with his hands in his hoodie. The person you wanted to see, but at the same time you wanted to slam that door in his face.

"Hey." George spoke and you gave him a small smile, nothing more.

You turned around to find your seat back on the couch where you were comfortable, but also giving him a silent invitation to come inside. You had sat down on the couch not paying attention to George, but you knew he closed the door, took off his shoes by yours, and put his keys on the table by the door like he always did. It was like a routine to him.

George ended up awkwardly standing beside the couch as you ignored him.

"You know, if you didnt open the door I would've used my keys like you did." George tried to spark up a conversation, but you only hummed in response. You were scared that if you spoke, you would cry.

George ended up making his way to the couch sitting beside you and pulling you into his embrace. Your head was on his chest and you began to sob. You missed this it's only been a few hours, but you had felt that in those few hours you had lost everything. You continued to sob into his hoodie as he rubbed your back and shushed you, whispering sweet nothings into the air only for you to hear.

"Im here, and Im sorry. Im so fucking sorry that I did this to you and I only hope that you can forgive me." George said, his voice cracking a little when he said that. You kept crying.

That's what you wanted to hear all along, that's what you needed. You could forgive him in due time, you always will because you love him, you will always love him. You both can always make it right.

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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Okkkk!!! I know Beckett is staying in the Encanto temporary so can we a one shot of him leaving soon BUT, he gives Mira a promise ring since he's coming back in a few months!!! Pretty Please 🥺

Oh i was WAITING for this kinda prompt. Let's GO!

He felt so stupid. How could he let it get this far? An explorer wasn't too far from an entomologist, since they both had one motto- leave things how you found it. Every leaf was kept on their tree, every bug was returned after studying. And yet, he was leaving his mark here. He fell for a real stunning lass. One important to a community. It was rolling up to their first year, and he thought nothing of it.

Until he got a letter today, requesting he come back this week. His father knew nothing of Mirabel, for he kept her a secret. Not out of shame or anything, but because his father believed in love so strongly, he'd make him stay. But he couldn't. He loved this girl, but not enough to forget his duties and his passions. He just hoped she'd understand.

"Bruno, afternoon! How are the rats?"

Bruno was sitting just outside of the house, relaxing under a tree. He had grown to like this guy, even though their meeting was a little bumpy. Bruno saw him, and nodded, scooting over the bench and motioning him to sit with him.

"Fine, unlike you. Telling Mirabel the news today, huh?"

Beckett sat next to him, burying his face in his hands.

"Right. Future vision. How long have you known?"

"Had the vision last night. I wanted to tell her, but honestly, It doesn't feel like my place. Got a script ready?"

"I feckin wish..."

Bruno sighed, taking a sip of his drink, before patting his back.

"Just go easy on her. This is her first relationship. And she really, REALLY likes you. It's cute."

He ran his fingers through his hair in stress, before looking up at the older man.

"Think I can beg ya for a vision here? I'm desperate to know how this ends."

"I would, but I don't do visions on the family. Personal rule. But I think your 'gift' is more than enough."

He was about to reply, when Dolores popped her head out. She knew something was amiss, obviously, just not what, and he could tell it was killing her.

"Beckett. You should come inside, someone's waiting for you."

"Is it Mariano?"

It was a joke, but she clearly wasn't amused. She probably thought this was a break up, and was already planning how to dispose of his body. He bid Bruno farewell, and walked inside. He tried to go into the kitchen, when he suddenly had hands over his eyes, and weight on his back.

"Boo."

He chuckled as he held onto her hands, not quite pulling them away just yet.

"I want to kiss these hands, but not if this is Camilo again."

"Okay first of all Imma beat him up. Second, nope, all me, bugs."

He pulled her hands away, and after smooching them, he turned to see her. His face immediately lit up, he could feel it.

"You're...wearing mom's bow."

She shrugged nonchalantly, as if this wasn't just an incredibly precious gesture of her.

"It's like. A LOT. But it's cute, and I thought it'd be perfect for today. Especially since I have a surprise for you."

Oh no, he hated the fact that her excited smile disappointed him so. She practically pranced into the kitchen, and pulled out a few dishes, putting them on the table.

"Oh...miraposa, you didn't."

"I did! I know you said you missed food from your home, so after doing some research, and a LOT of trial and error in the kitchen, and I mean a LOT of error-I made these for you!"

He was wooed, obviously, by such a sweet gesture. They weren't perfect, and that was when he knew she did it herself, rather than have her mother do it.

"You made boxty?"

"Yeah! I mean, a LITTLE burnt, but I made 'em! Took me forever and now I hate potatoes, but hey! Oh, and I made colcannon! You mentioned you REALLY missed that stuff!"

The bowl was plentful, thick as paste and slathered in butter. It was stuffed to the brim with greens, and it was exactly how the dish SHOULD be served. Then she had to seal the nail in his coffin.

"Oh...Miraposa. There's no way."

"But there IS! Soda bread! I even made your favorite kind- the cranberry ones! I had to have Isa help me get the berries, for reasons, but..."

He made it a point to listen to her, but here, her words started to fade as he just. Watched her. He knew, as he sat here with this loaf of bread (that looked as if it needed another minute in the oven), that he didn't deserve her. His father would adore her, and he knew if he met such a pretty, caring, awkward girl, he'd talk him into quitting his job and staying here. He'd adore her. He'd love her so much, he'd give her the keys to the fucking place. He couldn't help himself. He stepped forward, grabbed her wrists, and leaned down to kiss her.

She was so soft. So vibrant. She was like a butterfly, fluttering in the breeze, determined to see the world and all its beauty. He held the kiss for a good moment, enough that if her father saw, he'd PROBABLY make his presence known. When he pulled away, she shook her head a bit, trying to knock herself out of the trance he just put her in.

"You...really like your bread."

She was so cute. He hated that he did this to her. He should be ashamed.

"I really like you. It's...why I'm sorry."

"For what?"

Could he do this? Could he stand to look past those glasses and be so abrupt to her? No. But it didn't matter. She NEEDED this.

"I...how do I say this...mi amor. Mi mariposa. I can't be with you anymore."

She looked confused, as if him using those words didn't make sense(he was getting better at the language, but his accent needed work. Félix called him a 'white-xican'. Whatever that meant).

"W...what?"

He took a deep breath, and decided she should read it for herself. He helped her put the bread on the table, and handed her the letter. She read it over, and took a step away from him, as if he just said something cruel to her. He took a step towards her, slowly.

"I'm going to be going home in a week. On...the day of our anniversary. I'm sorry."

"You're...breaking up with me, then?"

He noticed Félix in the corner of his eyes, holding Agustín back. He WAS making his youngest daughter cry, he was absolutely due in his anger. But he wasn’t scared of them, he was scared of hurting her.

"That...is up to you. While I can't physically be with you, I'd like to be with you in spirit."

He dug into his bag, and got on one knee. She stared at him, completely in disbelief. He pulled out the little box, and opened it for her to see.

"It's a promise ring. We're...a little young to be married, unfortunately. But, if you think I'm good enough, I'd like to promise to be yours and yours only. I will be back, I just. Don't know when. I'll write you every day, I'll send you photos, I'll write you poetry-and I hate poetry. So...what do you say?"

She thought about it. She was uncertain. This was asking a lot of her, he understood. If she said no, he respected it. If her father kicked him out or her uncle beat him up, he'd accept it. She fumbled with the hem of her skirt, trying to coax herself into talking.

"What...do YOU want?"

"Promise it won't influence your choice?"

"Yes."

"I want you to say yes. At the risk of being too forward in present company...Mirabel, I fucken love ya."

She stood straight above him, face immediately becoming stern.

"Fine. On one condition."

"Anything."

"Put it on for me."

He nodded, stood up, and as if he'd break her, held her hand, and slipped the ring on her finger. She was kind, returning the favor. He couldn't help but kneel down a bit to pick her up in a hug. He held her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Mirabel?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think your dad is gonna follow me home? He looks ready to kill me."

She turned to look at the corner, and gave an awkward smile.

"No no, he's fine! My dad's a softie, you know that. Félix might tell Pepa though, and THAT I'd be worried about. Excuse me. PA!"

Mirabel mumbled/yelled as she pushed them into the hallway. He looked at the spread on the table, and plucked a piece of soda bread. It was kinda bland, but he loved it.

He loved her.

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"I still can't believe it. He thinks his stupid job is more important than my little sister? I should kill him."

"It's his passion, Isa. I'd be selfish to make him stay. Now where's the number..."

Mirabel was with her family, who all agreed to come with her to send Beckett off. There was a train station just past the Alma's river (that's actually what it's called on various maps), and it was as busy as you'd think it'd be. She was looking for the train number, as was the rest of her family. Today was not only their first year anniversary, but the day he had to go home for...who knows how long. Pepa pointed ahead of them.

"I see him!"

She looked to where Pepa was looking, and she'd recognize that butt a millions mile away. The group pushed back the crowd, and Félix even grabbed Beckett's bag, so NOTHING could keep her from diving in for a hug. He looked down at her in surprise, yet joy.

"Mirabel! I thought you said you weren't gonna meet me here!"

"I wasn't, but then I realized I wanted to. Then I told mamá, who told Pepa, who told Félix, who told Agustín-wait. Speaking of dads, is yours in there? Are you worried he's gonna see me?"

Beckett put her down, and shook his head.

"Oh as soon as he sits down on a train seat he's out like a light. Which is good, I don't want him to know about us, just yet."

He held onto her hands, sweet as sweet could be. His forehead rested on hers, and she stared into her eyes, one last time.

"Think he can meet me next time?"

"Absolutely. I'd be honored. Hell, both of our parents should meet."

She squeezed his fingers, desperately not wanting to let him go. She wasn't just losing a boyfriend, she was losing a friend. One she trusted and genuinely enjoyed being around.

"Remember that ring on your finger. Imma get mad if you think of other girls."

"What if it was an exact clone? Would that count?"

"Don't push it, Eejit."

"Don't take that tone with me, Culicagado."

She wanted to kiss him and his stupid face. But before she could, he pulled away, just a bit. He looked ready to apologize, when she held her hand up to stop him.

"It's fine, I get it. I'll miss you."

"However much you'll miss me, I'll miss a thousand more, lass. I'll write first thing tomorrow."

She didn't want to, but she let him go. He went into the train, and through the window, he kept looking at her. She didn't look away, not wanting to believe he was actually leaving. Then the train started to sound and steam. She was going to suggest going now, save herself the hurt, only to jump as the thing stuttered and popped. Clearly something was wrong. There were sounds of panic amongst everyone, and the conductor was about to walk outside, when suddenly the train was lifted off the tracks.

"Oh my god-LUISA!"

Luisa was lifting the train effortlessly, tears swelling up on her eyes.

"NO. WE AIN'T ENDING IT LIKE THAT. THIS TRAIN ISN'T GOING ANYWHERE TILL BUG BOY KISSES MY SISTER."

The train conductor, clearly freaking out, called to the rest of the train.

"CAN 'BUG BOY' GET UP HERE AND FIX THIS? SHIT COMES OUT OF M Y PAY."

Mirabel was about to try to ease Luisa into putting the damn thing down, when Beckett jumped out of the train, ran up to her, and kissed her. The force nearly sent her to the floor, had it not been for him holding onto her. She cherished it, knowing she'd need it in the middle of the night, when she was most lonely for him. He pulled away after a moment, every part of him looking absolutely flushed.

"I'm...glad she did that. You deserved that. Te amo, Miraposa."

With one more kiss to her forehead, he turned around, and jumped back into the train. Luisa, now in full on tears, set the train down, a bit roughly. She stood next to her sister as the train left, this time, without any other issues. Mirabel watched the tracks, sighing when the train left, and when it started to pour over her head. Pepa was trying not to, but she was crying, soaking the entire family. Thankfully, Félix came in clutch, umbrella at the ready.

"You gonna be okay, mija?"

"...si. I'll be okay. Imma miss him and his stupid butt."

Agustín joined her under the umbrella, hand on her shoulder.

"You want to go get some ice cream? You can get whatever you want."

"....can you carry me, Pa?"

She sniffed, trying not to cry as her dad picked her up off the floor, and helped carry her to get her treat.

Stupid boys and their stupid bugs.

#asks #not transformers #encanto #he did write everyday #but it really wasn't the same #Mirabel was stuck in her room for a while #beckett definitely wasn't any better #also yes #isa totally told luisa the train thing was a good idea

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contents: you go grocery shopping with Tsukki while you have a side bet with your best friend. warnings: Fluff !! mostly unedited !! word count: 1362

“Whatcha doing?” You asked your boyfriend as you entered his dorm room. “Studying for finals,” he said. “Isn’t finals 3 weeks away?” you asked. “I’m just doing a basic review so I can make sure I didn’t forget everything I learned this year,” Tsukki said. “Oh, ok,” you said. “Did you need something?” he asked as he turned to you. “Oh, I was just gonna ask if you wanted to go out later today?” you said. “Sure. I need a break anyways,” he sighed, standing up from his desk. “Awesome!” you smiled. “Are you free now?” “Yep. Where do you want to go?” “I was thinking that we could just go around and walk? There’s a grocery store nearby and I think both of us need food for our rooms.” “Works for me,” he said.

The two of you walked on the path as you made your way to the store you talked about. You got a call from your best friend as you were walking there.

“Oh, sorry, this might be important, F/n never calls me. Can you give me like 5 minutes?” you asked. “Sure, I’ll wait here,” he said, leaning on the nearest tree.

You walked across the path before answering the call.

“Hello? F/n? Is everything ok?” you asked. “Ok so. I was thinking, right, and I think it’s so bullshit that you and Tsukishima never hold hands. Like even when I’m looking out from my dorm and see you guys walking, you guys are never holding hands or hugging or anything,” she said. “Is this really what you called me about? I’m literally out with him right now, F/n. He’s just not a touchy person, I don’t know,” you sighed. “Because you don’t initiate anything! I bet if you were to hold his hand right now, he’d probably fucking combust,” she laughed. “F/n…” “I’m not even joking! Test it out, be touchy. I bet you $20.” “That'll be the easiest $20 I’ve ever gotten,” you smiled. “Sure. We can go with that. NOW GO TEST IT OUT,” she said, hanging up.

You walked back to Tsukki.

“Everything good with F/n?” he asked. “Yep,” you said. “She was just stressed about a test she had coming up. I just had to reassure her that she’d do great like usual.”

For someone who didn’t lie often, you were fucking good at it.

“That’s good,” he said. “We should start heading to the store.” “Right, we should!”

The two of you continued on your way to the store. As you walked, you had the idea to test what F/n told you. You slipped your hand into his.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” he blushed. “What do you mean?” you asked, pretending to be confused.

Damn, F/n was right.

“Whatever,” he said, looking forward and gripping your hand more than he had prior.

He had weirdly soft hands. They felt really nice to hold and warm. They compensated for your extremely cold hands.

“Your hands are fucking freezing. Did you stick your hands in a bucket of ice water or something?” he asked. “Your hands are just warm. Did you put them in fire or something?” you asked. “It’s better to hold hands with someone with warm hands than someone’s who’s feel like your holding an iceberg,” he smirked. “Are you saying that you don’t like holding hands with me?” you asked. “That’s not what I meant and you know it,” he glared at you. “I’m just teasing, honey,” you chuckled. “Whatever,” he rolled his eyes.

The two of you arrived at the store. You grabbed a basket while still holding your boyfriend’s hand.

“Should I get ramen or just go out and eat it in restaurants?” you asked. “Ramen in restaurants is expensive but ramen in packs are cheap though restaurant ramen tastes better,” he said. “So, make your choice.” “Hmm, I might as well get it in packs,” you answered, putting the packs in your basket. “Oh! Right! This shop has a bakery here with the best shortcake ever! We should get a slice and eat it in one of our dorms!” “Ooh, good idea,” he said, remembering his love for strawberry shortcake.

The two of you purchased items you needed for your dorms before heading to the bakery.

“You pick which one,” you asked, gesturing to the different types of shortcake.

He picked out the graham cracker strawberry one and the lady boxed it up for you two.

You both left the store, taking your bags back. You had used self-checkout so you separated your groceries into bags for either of you though your boyfriend insisted on carrying some of your bags. It’s safe to say you wouldn’t let him.

Once you two arrived at the dorms, you split to your separate dorms to leave your groceries.

“So? How’d it go?” F/n asked you.

Without saying anything, you handed her a $20.

“I KNEW IT!!” “OH SHUT UP!”

She was cackling as she realized she was right.

“Whatever, i have to go to Tsukki’s dorm,” you said, grabbing your keys. “Oh? for what?” she smirked. “Oh my god, we’re just sharing a slice of cake,” you said. “That’s a weird name for sex,” she said. “You’re lucky i’m running late,” you said, running out the door.

Unfortunately for the two of you, your dorms were on separate floors. His being the one above yours.

You knocked on the door of his dorm. He let you in, already having the cake and cutlery on the table. The two of you sat at the table, starting to eat the cake.

“You were right. That place is good,” he said. “I’m usually right,” you stated. “I’m not so sure about that. But you got this one right,” he chuckled. “Oh fuck you,” you said, flipping him off with both of you hands. “You love me,” he laughed. “Shut up,” you said, shoveling a bite of cake into your mouth.

He leaned in and kissed you quickly, getting frosting from the cake on his lips and face.

You chuckled before wiping the frosting off his face.

Soon, the two of you finished the slice of cake and started talking before Tsukki’s roommate came home.

“Oh hi, Y/n!” he said, entering the dorm. “Hey Tadashi!” you exclaimed. “Did you guys go out on a date or something?” “We went to the store,” Tsukki said. “Yep! I was running out of food for me and F/n so i had to grab some,” you smiled. “Speaking of F/n, i should head back to my dorm.” “I’ll walk you there,” Tsukki stood up. “Bye, Tadashi. See you later!” you exclaimed, standing up. “Bye, Y/n!”

You and Tsukki left the dorm, heading to yours.

The two of you stood outside the door, saying your goodbyes.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you smiled. “See you then,” he said, leaning down to kiss you. “We can go on a proper date tomorrow.” “Sounds good,” you smiled. "Oh, by the way, you want 20 dollars to compensate for the 20 you lost?" he smirked. "WHAT? YOU KNEW?" you screamed. "First off, stop screaming. Second off, you talk really loud when you're on the phone, of course, I heard you," he chuckled. "Oh my god, I hate you," you scoffed. "Were you pretending the whole time?" "Duh. You losing 20 dollars was fucking hilarious," he laughed. "But actually, you should do that shit more often. It's cute. Maybe I should start holding YOUR hand out of nowhere." "I'm gonna kill you," you said. "I love you too," he chuckled, leaning down and kissing you. "I'm gonna head out. Hang out tomorrow too?" "Yeah. Can we go to a restaurant tomorrow?" you asked. "Sure. I'll see you then," he said.

You pulled him into a hug.

"Ok, bye," you said softly. "Bye, Y/n," he said.

You entered your dorm smiling, happy with your time with your boyfriend today.

“I’m sorry but you really look like you just had sex,” F/n laughed.

You scoffed and then threw your shoe at her.

“I’m sorry, but you really do,” she laughed. “I hate you,” you chuckled. “Love you too,” she smiled, blowing a kiss at you.

#tsukki #tsukishima #tsukki x you #tsukki x reader #tsukishima kei #hq tsukki #tsukki imagines #tsukkishima x reader #tsukki hcs #tsukishima headcanons #tsukishima oneshot #tsukishima kei x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines

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deepseavibez · 3 years

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Summary - She believed in more. In better. In bigger. That life was out there waiting to be grabbed with both hands. He's made it his sole purpose to remind her that simple moments were beautiful and meant to be enjoyed... and maybe, she would realize he was one of them.

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🎶 - I'm Fine - BTS

TAE

‘Tae.’

‘Y/n?’ He pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at the time, ‘it’s 3am babe.’

‘... I'm sorry for waking you. Sorry. Go back to sleep, it's okay.’

‘Hey, no, no, I'm awake.’ Sitting up, he switched the phone to his other hand and rubbed at his eyes, ‘What's going on.’

‘It’s not important, I swear,’ he could hear her trying to mask her shakiness over the phone. ‘You can go back to sleep.’

He wouldn’t call her out on lying. He knew better than anyone when y/n was in a bad way. Once he asked her, specifically him, what was wrong, she would crumble and he wasn’t there to catch her right now. ‘Y/n. Come on, talk to me.’

‘I can't sleep.’

‘Yeah, no shit,’ he yawned back.

‘I'm so sorry for waking you.’ He could hear the trepidation in her voice.

‘You know better than to apologize for something like that, ‘ he chastised. ‘Babe, tell me about it. Was it a bad dream? Something keeping you up?’

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Y/N

You could hear shuffling over the phone as you searched for an answer. It was hard to put certain emotions into words. You only knew you needed to phone Tae, regretting it too late, when he actually answered. ‘I'm not sure,’ you started awkwardly, ‘I guess. I just don't know where I'm going.’

‘Do you plan on leaving me anytime soon?’ Already pulling your leg, he got you to roll your eyes.

‘No, of course not. I just mean, like, metaphorically.’

Things were a bit...confusing right now.

It had been a long time since you last had to deal with emotions this strong. The voices, getting harder to ignore. You had enough outside negativity to deal with, like family and some friends, all having this certain expectation from you.

It was new for you to rebel, to be who you wanted to be and feel how you wanted to feel without consequences. Choosing a life you solely strived toward, negating the tiny voice in your head saying you were wasting time and you were running out of time and you were not enough.

‘I don't know what I want to do, Tae!’ You burst out, the build up too long, the burden too heavy. ‘I don't have plans. I have a great job, I do. But I don't want to be a PA for the rest of my life and I don't know where to start, where to look, how to choose what I want to do.

I don’t have it figured out, it hasn’t fallen onto my lap, and when I look, I feel like I’m going to waste even more time looking.’

‘Y/n, you know you have a lot more figured out than you give yourself credit for.’ The huskiness of his sleep-leaden voice, comforted you. ‘You have money, a routine stable job, you've worked you way through university and graduated with honors.’ Taehyung did it without effort and he knew you would hear his gruff tone above all others, in a crowd, in a panic, as a voice of reason.

‘I know, and I keep trying to remind myself of that, but it’s just become unbearable. I am running out of time.’ Struggling to remain composed you spoke into the phone as if he was right here, ‘What if I'm still here in ten years, Tae? What if I don't ever figure out my purpose? What if I'm meant to just work and then die? I haven't lived! I haven’t seen the world. I’ve made everyone proud and now I’m the black sheep. I prefer it, It's just-,’

The sound of keys jangling cut you off.

‘Tae,’ you asked tentatively, confusion evident.

‘Hmm.’

‘What are you doing?’ You asked when he provided no further explanation.

‘Are you in pj's right now?’

‘Uh,’ you looked down at your white vest and underwear, just to make sure, ‘yeah, why?’

‘Miss y/n, I didn't know you slept in the nude.’

The protests left you immediately at his teasing, slithering heat under your skin at the very notion. ‘Tae! I am not sleeping in the nude, I have underwear on.’

‘Uh huh, what color are they?’ Your cheeks flamed in embarrassment. You could imagine his smirk, that dumb cocky, arrogant smirk.

He laughed, the sound gruff, infuriating you more, and causing you to giggle back. Because you were the butt of the joke, and you liked his laugh too much. Trying to be mad at him, even when play-fighting or harmless bantering, Taehyung, not a chance.

‘Listen,’ a seriousness settling between you, ‘get dressed, just sweatpants, and a shirt.’

‘Wait, what, why,’

‘Baby, listen for once. Just get dressed and give me five minutes.’

You looked at the blank screen, stunned. Your brain stuck at the word baby, and the effect it had. Your insides were mush, anxiety mollified, despite not knowing what he was about to do next.

‘Babe’, you knew, ‘babe’, you understood, that was normal, routine, best friend. But Baby?

You mulled over it as you discarded your vest, and threw on a loose Celine shirt. Pulling on your black sweats, a pair of socks and air force ones because who knows what this boy was up to, you stopped. You sniffed, once, twice, yep, that was Taehyung’s body wash, but what - oh, you tugged the loose collar toward your nose, yep, this was Tae’s shirt.

You composed yourself, almost deadpan at the small realization. When had he even stripped in your room and why weren’t you there.

Wrapping your messy hair into a bun, you restrained your mind from wandering further.

Your phone beeped from the bed and the screen lit up, a message popping up. ‘Look out your window.’

Peeping out you saw his black Jeep in your driveway. He popped his head out of the driver’s side window and did a two finger salute.

Shaking your head with a smile, you grabbed your phone and made your way downstairs through the house and out the front door.

‘What are you doing here,’ you asked as soon as he came into view. He looked good, white tee, black sweatpants, you matched, except for his leather jacket and red bandana.

He opened the passenger door on your side and leaned back, giving you a once over. His lips twitched as he rested his eyes on the shirt you wore. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he wanted you in his shirt. You raised your eyebrow playfully, refusing to give life to something like butterflies and heart-eyes when your best friend stood in front of you. Life was complicated enough.

‘You needed me to show up.’ He said it a matter-of-factly, but you knew he wanted to be there for you and you couldn’t, not feel grateful, and a little warm, that he would get into his car drive to you, all because you needed him to.

Not waiting for you to reply, he threw a jersey at you. ‘Its cold,’ his tone left no room for protest and he cocked his head toward the jeep, a sign to get in.

You wrapped it around you silently, not moving, not yet.

‘Well,’ his thumb curled around the top of the steering wheel as the rest of his fingers straightened out, his freehand rising to follow his question, ’Come on, get in.’

‘Where are we going?’ You would have gotten in, you would probably end up wherever he was going to take you anyway, but where was the fun in doing everything obediently. Even puppies had wild streaks.

He raised his eyebrow this time, a smirk teasing his cheek, 'You're brave every night, y/n. But not tonight, not while you're with me, come, trust me, wherever we go I'll keep you safe.'

You turned to close and lock the front door, breathing out slowly, as slow and low as you could, doing your best to work on the constriction around your heart; his words too wiry, too strong, too genuine to forget, too deep to ignore. It made you so... agreeable.

Getting into the Jeep, you felt different as you sat here now, in a seat you had been in too many times to count. It was probably the time and the circumstances. Yeah, some shifts were just because of the time, and the air and because it was silent and the dead of night.

You said nothing more, even though a few minutes earlier you spoke into the phone like you would explode if you couldn’t get the words out fast enough, you would be alone in your head, if you weren’t able to make him understand.

You jumped slightly, as you felt his hand close over yours, and pull it toward him to brush his lips along your knuckles. It was an absent action, maybe, because he stared straight ahead, didn’t spare a glance at you as you stared at the side of his head, making it look like he wasn’t even aware he was doing what he was doing.

Swallowing against the pounding of your heart, you chalked this up too. Night time was vulnerable, everyone was just a little more sensitive, you didn’t have to make it more than it needed to be.

Looking out the window you noted the lights and dark windows, empty parks and streets, doing your best to ignore the heat against your hand, the breath against your knuckles, lips not very far away, that were capable of a lot more.

With some effort, you faded out the intensity of his actions, and as your eyes adjusted you saw familiar figures, and buildings you had driven past numerous times. You knew where you were going.

He pulled up in the parking lot of his safe haven. In retrospect, your safe place should be entirely different, but you were safe with Tae, that said, his peace was where you found yours.

Jumping out of the Jeep, you noted how dark and looming the two story building looked. A huge sign reading 'Blindspot' the only posh part about this place, black metal roller doors, spray painted names across the walls, some of the neon colors standing luminescent against the moonless night.

One would think it was graffiti, but the community knew better, the ones that came and went, some that stopped and never left, knew having your name on the wall was a privilege.

He jumped out too, after grabbing something from the back. Carrying it toward you, you noted his knapsack, and a box of some sort.

Handing it over to you to hold, you took hold of them silently, as he pulled out the keys to open the locks and deadbolt.

You watched him, his actions purposeful but he was at home, knowing which way the locks turned, the catch on the bolt needing to be kicked out a certain way before opening fully; he'd done this a thousand times before.

Lifting up the shutters, the noise too loud for the silent night, he opened the door and guided you in, making you all too aware of his palm in the small of your back. Taking the stuff from your hand and throwing it onto the edge of the ring and he lifted up to close the shutters behind you.

You took notice of the extra shirt that falls out of the pile on the ring, one of your favorites of his actually, grey with black spots, sort of like a giant cookies and cream oreo mix.

The empty gym in front of you was a contrast to the busy days it had. There was a weight section, the bags lined up against the far wall hanging still, having no impact thrown at it to sway the dead weight, and the machines had their own floor upstairs, treadmills overlooking the balustrades to the floor below, by the ring where you stood.

The pool area, directly below you, in the basements where the changing rooms and showers could be found.

It looked small on the outside, but inside there were stories to be told, motivation, encouragement, brotherhood, friendships solidified in stone and a fair share of violent memories with broken bones, broken bonds and broken hearts.

Walls were packed with quotes, anatomy teachings and pictures, schedules, a dedicated to growing trophy case with medals and newspaper clippings, and pictures of staff, members, and the boss, with his best friend.

What Tae didn't continue, was the stereotype of the grunge masculine look that came with gyms. Outside may be black as night, but inside there was color everywhere - a world within.

The punching bags were each a different shade, green, red, yellow and blue. The ring bottom was black, neon orange ropes running along the sides in three consecutive lines, and your personal favorite, a giant pride flag hung on a hook outside his office door.

Toxic masculinity wasn't allowed in Taehyung's gym. You could be yourself, make your own lifestyle choices and still be a good fighter or just work-out. He took it upon himself to punch the teeth out of anyone that thought otherwise. This was what he'd always wanted to do and he made it more than just a place to get healthy.

There were four hours, two for the morning, two for the afternoon, catered only to women. Tae understood that men will be men, no matter how much you tried to change it. And comfort mattered.

Working out and exercising, as much as it seemed, like a chore, it could be enjoyable. It could be a social setting, helping people to open up, and cope, providing the best way for them to be themselves.

You helped him find a premises, helped him choose color schemes, and sat in on interviews. For legal purposes you were an advisor and owned a small share percentage. You didn't want it, but Tae insisted, you were especially grateful when the gym grew into more than you both had expected it to become.

'Y/n,' he waved his hand in front of your face, the action snapping you out of your thoughts.

'Huh, sorry, did you say something?'

He smiled comfortingly, 'Take the jacket off and your shoes.'

Scrunching your eyebrows, you finally asked, 'Tae, what are we doing here?'

'We are,' he started explaining as he ripped open a box in his hand, 'doing something I feel you need.'

Looking at you pointedly, he motioned his eyes to the jacket.

Shucking it off, you took off your shoes and redid your bun for good measure.

'It's strange isn't it,' you voiced out loud. He perked up at your food for thought, fingers fiddling with white tape. 'It's strange, that I know every corner of this place, but I haven't ever put a pair of gloves on.'

He raised his hand absently, a student raising his hand to give an answer, his gaze focused on yours as he did. 'That's because you've never had the need to, I'm here to protect you.'

Turning away, you caught yourself, before you let your heart show in your eyes. You've known Tae for so long, been his best friend for years, why now, why this feeling, this tightness in your chest.

You played it off, and walked over to him, socked feet padding against the wooden floor boards.

Taehyung clicking his tongue startled you out of your effort to feel normal; you found him staring at your socks.

'Y/n, I've told the guys this numerous times, you can't spar in the boxing section with socks. It's a slipping hazard.' No trace of the out of the blue romantic words, he bent down easily removing them from your feet one after the other.

It would be weird, if you weren't already so used to his skinship, his cuddling when he slept over, his hand straying over your shoulder on the couch, or brushing against your waist when he passed you. Yet, his thumb, on your ankle, his hand as he circled and held it, even for just the moment that he laid your foot down after taking off the sock, you felt… taken.

You wanted to snort, the wording completely off, I mean, he had a right over you, always had but-

He came into focus, looking up at you from where he sat, and asked lightly,' Do you wash these.'

Your mouth dropped open, as you watched him hold your purple socks in between two fingers, like it would bite him, or the smell would.

Your knee nudged at the side of his face playfully as you reached to pull him up. He took your socks, holding them properly now and put them in his bag, picking up the white tape he was fidgeting with earlier.

'So, will I be sparring with you today?' You were excited now. You had watched people vent and let themselves be free as they learned technique, let themselves be violent without consequences, the satisfaction on their faces after their sessions.

When he finally reaches you again he finds the catch and opens it out. White athletic tape, used to make arms and wrists stiffer, and to provide better grip, even with sweat and slick.

'No, not today. Let's focus on getting you worked up and tired. If you enjoy it, I'll gladly let you go toe to toe with me.' His eyes held a challenge, an underlying meaning evident.

Offering your hands up freely, he taped your wrists and fingers, you've seen him do it many times, just never on your wrists. Experimentally you shook out your fingers and bent and scrunched your wrist to allow for the right amount of tightness.

'Cocky, aren't you, Mr. Kim,' you side-eyed him.

He leaned into you, his breath teasing yours, 'I am the Coach here, y/n.' You blinked at the nervous fluttering in your chest, his intimidation, usually not directed so closely to you, doing something you couldn't explain, couldn't quite grasp.

Somehow, you should be scared, but it was, hot.

Leaning into him, breath for breath, you matched up, 'Then teach me.'

A slow smile broke out over his lips, playful Tae was back, it let you navigate things easier, you knew what to expect.

'So, I'm boxing the bag,' you deduced. 'I don't see why I need to tire myself out. I don't know how to do this.'

His palms closed over your cheeks, puffing your face up, emphasizing your pout. 'You are frustrated. You can't do anything about any of your emotions tomorrow, y/n. You have to be patient. You have to remind yourself it's a day at a time that gets you to your future. It will always be about patience.'

'Unfortunately, patience is overrated at something to 4am,’ you complained as he let go of your face and bent down to produce a new set of gloves from under the ring. Opening the zip of the bag, he pushed one toward you.

Shaking his head at your antics, not even phased, he strapped the gloves to both your hands and walked toward a bag. 'Come on, try it.'

'Color?'

'The yellow one.' He made to stand behind the bag you chose, and held either side of it, knees bent slightly in a defensive stance.

Feeling slightly out of place, and awkward, you huffed and punched the bag just to humor him.

You stared at it. The fucking thing didn't even move.

He burst out laughing at the comical look on your face.

'Okay, wait no,' he composed himself and came around you. His breath fanned your neck, giving you goosebumps, as he held your wrists and showed you how to punch. 'So straighten your elbow, like this, and pull it back in and see how the gloves are shaped, your forefingers curl above your thumb, so inside your glove your thumb shouldn't be in the fist.'

Nodding as you took in the new information, you did your best not to get distracted as he continued, all too comfortable in his element.

'When your wrist hits the bag don't curl it, let it face the impact head on. See, this is how you do it, so you don't break your wrist.' He made you punch the bag and showed you where your wrist was bending and how to keep it tight.

'Alright, baby,' that word, that goddamn word, 'you good to try again?'

Closing your eyes and swallowing hard, you nodded in answer and shook your head out of the Tae trance.

'Start with a simple combo this time, Jab, Jab, Uppercut, Hook.' You knew the names and their directions. Jab was straight forward, twice fast on the submissive hand as a set-up, the uppercut from downward into the abdomen or chin, depending, and the hook, from the dominant hand rounding off on the face.

'Think of it all y/n,' he encouraged, as he walked to his original position, 'the people, the words, the expectations, the beating up of yourself you do on a daily basis, and just go for it.'

Spreading your legs in a stance, aiming at the bag on his command, you clenched your fists and focused.

'Go'

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'And breathe.'

Breathing heavily you fell flat to the floor, and stared up at the ceiling.

Sweat was in your eyes and your hair, but despite being in dire need of a shower, you felt oddly at ease. Tiny zings of exertion shot through your body as your lungs begged for air and you heard your blood rushing.

The roof was really pretty you thought, the wood positioned in long blocks to form and hold up the gable, grabbing your attention for the first time ever.

You blinked as Tae's face came into view, his hands resting on his knees.

He smirked cutely as he brushed your sweat slicked hair out of your eyes and off your face before reaching down to pick you up off the floor.

Handing you a water bottle, you let him manhandle you as he lifted your form to sit on the edge of the ring, launching himself up to sit next to, a second later.

'How do you feel?' He was proud of himself no doubt, after all, his plan did succeed.

You made a face at him, anyway.

'Hey,' he put both his hands up in mock surrender. 'It worked, didn't it.'

You cut him some slack, this time. 'Yeah, I feel icky, but definitely less worked up.'

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🎶 - Black Swan - BTS

TAE

Taking a swig of the water you had opened in your hand, he looks at the top of your head as he closes it and puts it away.

'Hey.'

She looks up at him, eyes hooded in exhaustion.

He smiles at her. Despite how much he loved her spitfire, she's adorable when she's not talking back.

He knew of the thoughts that crawled up her spine on a daily basis. He knew she had no plan, and it made her hyper that she didn't have one, but she couldn't make one because, what if she chose wrong.

He wanted to take care of her. He wanted to tell her that she could be whatever she wanted to be, and he would fly her across the ocean if she really wanted it; that she didn't need to worry about life so much because he would always take care of her.

'You're too sad.'

She scrunched her eyebrows at him.

'You have the whole weight of the world on your shoulders and you can't do anything about it.' He chose his next words carefully. 'I wish you could take a breather, and let a thought be a thought instead of picking it apart.'

He held up his hand to her when she made to protest.

'You know, things may not feel okay right now, with work, or at home, and in your head. But I've never seen someone adapt like you have. You bounce back, despite how much grit it takes.'

He took the gloves off her hand and carefully unwinded the tape on her fingers.

'I don't have answers y/n. But I do know you have me for a long time and I'm going to be here as you do your thing.'

Placing pressure on each finger he massaged the tightness out of it and flexed it for her.

'I don't know where you're supposed to go, if you were meant to leave and give me a round-the-world heartbreak, I'm not sure who you're supposed to be, I don't even know if you have a higher purpose, it wouldn't surprise me if you did, but you, y/n,' he heaved a sigh as he faced her, his gaze meeting hers, his next words the most important thing she'd need to remember,' you're a good you.'

As he met her eyes, her breath hitched. He heard it. He could see the flush in her face. He knew he was being honest. He knew he meant every word.

A half smile, a heavy acceptance, hands that were so easy to hold, eyes that were never anything but honest, a bond that all but forced a person to keep swimming. That was Taehyung to y/n. And that was y/n to Taehyung.

'You're a really, good you,' he reinforced. 'Right now, it works. I have a feeling it will work for a very long time.'

'I'm scared.' He could hear it in her voice. He heard it back when she was in her room too.

'Nothing is really set in stone, babe. And even though it does feel like you're running out of time, it's something you can't help. It's not what you want to hear but it's true.'

'How do I stop being sad?'

She was deflecting. But he had said it before, it wouldn't be gone tomorrow. Her anxiety and her fears, they will probably never go away.

She had the right way to go about it though. You get through it. Somehow. Some days it's a good cry, some days it's with a punching bag, and some days, it was with a best friend.

'See, now that's why you have me.' He answered confidently, as he put his chest out, his need to have her be okay, her smile, her laugh, his only intentions, his favorite thing these days.

'Oh really, you, why, because you're a clown.'

He feigned offense at the statement. 'Excuse me, I am not a clown, ask anyone that comes in for the 5am rush.'

She looked up at the clock in shock, it was really going half-four. She turned back to him sadly, 'I kept you up all night.'

'It was a fun night,' he replied, the teasing of many other ways to keep him up on the tip of this tongue, deciding against it, he looked away from her. 'You needed me, no amount of sleep is worth that.'

He didn't explain himself, he really didn't mind the lack of sleep. He could easily catch a nap in his office, or head home after half a day. But this, this moment with his best friend, that he wanted to be more, he knew he wouldn't choose to be anywhere else. He knew he'd do it over again too.

Pushing off the ring he grabbed the knapsack and handed her his shirt. 'Change out of that shirt, and use this one, you'll catch a cold, because of the sweat. And let's get you home, you need a hot shower, and sleep. I'll drop by for dinner after work too.'

Finally turning to her, he found she hadn't moved an inch, unshed tears in her eyes. Before he knew what he was doing, he pulled her toward him, sweat and all, and held her in his arms. 'You're first y/n, you'll always be first.'

A tender kiss on her head, his words rendering her speechless, and he knew uncharted waters were on the horizon.

This night, things that he'd said, the ways in which she responded, it was going to shift things for them.

But silence was comfortable for them. And she drank his share of coffee while he ate her share of pineapple, because he couldn't stand coffee and she hated pineapple. And he could hold her in his arms and she'd use his shirt while they slept.

It would start small, but he'd show her, the future was bright, she was deserving of more than she understood, she would be protected from her family and expectations and she would learn to remember, purpose or no purpose she wasn't alone, she never would be again.

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