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babiekeiji · 4 years

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How would Akaashi, Kenma, +any other boy you want react with their s/o being in their first lead role in a musical/play? Their reactions, if it’s a loud boy do they follow theater etiquette? Anything else you could think of would be amazing!! i’m in love with all of your writing!!

LETS GO AKAASHI NATION ;; also im so sorry this might not be so accurate i was only a theatre kid around 4th to 6th grade owiwkkcdknc

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Akaashi Keiji

You’ve been telling Keiji about wanting to audition for one of the lead roles in this year’s play

Akaashi’s definitely just. Go for it, but make sure you work hard so you earn it

AND YOU DO

royalty shit yk

But flashback first : come the day of the audition you’re a lil neRvoUss yk because though there aren’t a lot of people auditioning, the people you’re up against are pretty darn talented ykyk

“You’ll do fine,” he reassures, “You’ve worked hard enough. Even if you don’t land the role you want, I’ll be supportive of you regardless”

Nd you just 🥺🥺🥺🥺

So you do whatever’s asked of you for auditioning right

Judges seem pretty bored but were amused at the end of your audition

So you leave with a smile on your face yk bcs wow ... u did that 😎

COME RESULT DAY and guess what bitch

U GOT IT

Nd ur just crying nd a mess on the floor bcs man practicing for that role was Not Easy

Akaashi’s rlly happy, even if he doesn’t show it

Comes off as a lil nonchalant at first

So you’re just ?? u know akaashi isnt exactly outward w his emotions though so you don’t think much of him not reacting so much w this big news

Akaashi’s more of an actions guy ykyk

The next day you come into school and see a lil box on your table with a note attached

I’m so proud of you.

YOU ALREADY KNOW 😭😭😭😭🤚

You open the box excitedly and see another note

You deserve these for working so hard. I can’t wait to see what else the future has in store for you.

😭😭😭😭 AKAASHI BEST BOY

Inside the small box are fun sized sweets you held off from eating just to prepare for the audition

M&Ms, snickers, twix, you name it he has that in there

You give akaashi a reeeally big hug the next time you see him

SO LOWKEY SUPPORTIVE OF YOU WHENEVER U PRACTICE

Always sneaking a bottle of water into your bag before you leave

Waits for you to finish practicing sometimes after training, so you two can walk home tgt

Helps you with your lines nd all that

Come the day of the play

You’re backstage, getting ready, doing last minute run throughs of ur script

Keiji can’t be backstage, but you alr know he’s probably somewhere in the front row

Follows theatre etiquette yk, but everyone around him can just tell he’s your boyfriend since everytime you come on stage he’s just a lot more attentive nd a lot more dreamy eyed w u

IS THE FIRST TO CLAP LOL MFMFMFMFMF

Big grins when your eyes meet before you bow

Offers you the prettiest flowers after

TAKES YOUR PICS W EVERYONE LOLDBMDMMDA

but he doesnt mind because you look so happy to be having fun

Drives you home too, talking about how good the play was and how well you performed, how different u were during practices and during he actual thing

“You were so captivating, really,” he says once he pulls into your driveway, “You did really well.”

Kisses you a few times before you leave

“I really am proud of you, you know. I love you. Get some sleep, you deserve it.”

Kozume Kenma

like akaashi, kenma isnt so outward w his emotions 😌 but he does compensate for it w his actions

When you first tell him abt how u wanted to audition, he was Concerned

“Is that really what you want?”

“Why? Don’t you believe in me?”

“I do,” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “I just want to make sure you know what you’re getting yourself into. So you won’t regret it later.”

thats lowkey touching bro... bro stop im gonna fall in love with u aha ha

When you say with all conviction that yes, you want to do it, he supports u all the way

Helps u pick out your audition piece

Listens to you sing over and over and over

Watches you try to dance

Reminds you in simple ways that he does support you

“Have you practiced today?” / “Believe in yourself.”

“I believe in you.”

The day of the audition, kenma tells you that he’ll wait for u outside the auditorium

And 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

“Don’t you have training?”

“I told them I couldn’t come,” he says, “It’s not like I always skip training. Go on now; I’ll be right here when you come out.”

You kiss him on the cheek one last time before you head in

“I love you,” you say lovingly, “Thank you.”

“Break a leg.”

You come out ecstatic; “I did really well!!! They loved me!!!”

“That’s great. Do you want to eat some ramen on the way home?”

“Of course”

He pays this one (1) time because he wanted to treat you after all your hard work

When you find out you got the part

You cried

“What’s wrong? Are you not happy?”

“I AM ITS JUSTFJDEKEJ”

“?????? Okay”

“I GOT IT”

“I know”

“KENMA ......... KENMA ........ I GOT IT”

“I know. I’m so happy for you.”

Although he doesn’t wait up for you after every practice, he does send you encouraging texts

I hope you never doubt your talent.

You did great today, rest well.

I’ll bring you milk bread tomorrow morning.

Makes an effort to call you before you sleep,

I love you, he’ll say, Go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.

No cap this boy is the sweetest closet romantic ever

Is somehow miraculously allowed backstage

“Hey,” he calls. “You look beautiful.”

You turn around and it’s HIM bro its him, and he’s actually smiling with stars in his eyes and looking at you like youre the only person in the room.

“You’ll do so well,” he says as he takes you in for a hug, “I can’t wait to see you.”

Looks around for a while, and when he sees that no one is rlly looking, cups your face with both of his hands and brings you in for a kiss.

“I love you,” he whispers. “Break a leg.”

“KENMA!!!!!!! THE MAKEUP!!!!!!! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT”

he just leaves

You get flowers from him after the show

You grab a few snacks w him right after

He needs to go to the bathroom nd leaves his phone with you

A notification pops up on his screen while you wait

It’s a text from kuroo; hidden, as expected fr kenma

But what’s more striking is his lockscreen

You, in all your thespian glory

On stage, the spotlight only on you

Might be your best picture

Nd he took it in the middle of the play?????

Even if that wasnt allowed, you don’t tell him off this one time

Maybe just this once

#kozume kenma #kozume kenma x reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji x reader #kenma #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyu #haikyū #headcanons #fluff #reader insert #fukurodani #nekoma #sports anime #anime #haikyuu writing

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deathbyvalentine · 5 years

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Characters Relaxing

Amelia lowered herself into the steaming bath, pale skin instantly pinkening under the heat. She exhaled unsteadily, breathing through the sensation that almost bordered on pain. When her hips were completely submerged, she leant backwards, now sighing in contentment as the water rushed up to embrace her.

Having waited several days for this, she was prepared to indulge. Her book sat on the table close to the tub, open on the page she had last paused on. A cup of tea sat beside it, bright and pink. She had arranged her hair on top of her head, only the most determined strands trailing in the water. If you had as much hair as she did, baths could quickly become a chore.

The water magnified and threw into sharp contrast all the bruises she had gained in the week, the scar still healing right down the centre of her chest. She looked like a poorly treated ragdoll. But she loved her marks all the same, proof as they were of a kind god. She picked up her book. She deserved this.

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Marje curled up on the best chair - the one close to the fire and by the window. The vickerage got fiercely cold in Winter, but this room was always toasty. Well. At least since her father wasn’t around to tell her to stop wasting firewood. The flames in the grate threw cheerful shadows about the room. An extra layer of warmth was added when Marmalade jumped onto her lap, purring before he even settled down.

She scratched his ears absently as she looked through her correspondence pile. She always replied to every letter she got, but it did require a somewhat complex internal timetable to make sure she replied to the latest ones last. She retrieved the breakfast tray from next to the armchair, positioning it across the arms so the cat could shelter underneath as she wrote.

She wrote about how the apples were coming on, the petty drama she had overheard at the post office. The soldiers didn’t want anything but comfort from her, the feeling that home was still within their reach. So she told them about mending endless stockings, the new experimental jam she made, babysitting the twins from down the lane. It helped her just as much, though she didn’t know it. All these tiny stories still happening while people died and people fought. The small things were the ones to be cherished, the ones they were fighting for.

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Tommy opened the front door and started groaning. He kept groaning as he kicked off his trainers, shrugged off his coat and dropped his backpack by the door. He groaned as he threw his keys in the pot, switched on the heating and went to his bedroom to get changed. He only stopped groaning once he had pulled on his softest t-shirt (the one with more than a few holes by the seam) and star wars pj trousers and fluffy bedsocks.

He went back downstairs and retrieved three things; one, a bag of popcorn. Two, some sprite. Three, a bag of m&ms which he immediately mixed with the bag of popcorn. A cursory glance at the time told him that Jones wouldn’t be home for another hour. He padded through to the living room, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around him like a cape. He fell back onto the sofa, putting his feet up on the coffee table and clicking his tongue so the two dogs immediately bounded up and joined him, Jellybean whining for attention and Boundaries settling for just licking his face. When they calmed, he sighed contentedly and brought up netflix. As was tradition, he was going to watch one thing. Queer Eye. The tv equivalent of a warm hug and reassurance everything was alright.

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Lance stretched, admiring the thin sheen of sweat that covered his bare torso. His chest heaved, struggling to catch his breath. As a reward for finishing his set, he leaned over to his desk, snatching up the flask and taking a long draught. Fundamentally, he was a simple man. To chill out he needed endorphins, booze and flip music. The goal was to give your body and mind so much to do that it didn’t have time to muse on whatever haunted your waking hours. Push your body hard enough and anger, grief, love - all those emotions faded. It just became about breathing, the feel of your heart, pacing yourself. You became a purely physical being.

Everything ached. He flopped onto his bed, grinning. He never slept better than when he was in a little pain.

#larp #prose #random

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lexprius · 5 years

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a cup of coffee? p.js ff

so this is my first fic, please mind the mistakes and grammars. english isnt my first language, now, lets get it!

2:00 A.M

you we're sitting at you're living room couch with tearful eyes. you sobbed and sobbed praying it was all a dream. you shouted you're lungs out asking "what did i do wrong? what did i? tell me!" you cried all night. heres what happened.

EARLIER, AT 12:00 A.M

you and you're parents we're joking around and talking about you're future. "dad watch out!" you shouted. you're dad gave you a confused look, as he turned to face the windows he saw a incoming van. then...all you saw was black. you woke up to see you're parents..dead, blood splattered all over their lifeless bodies, glass shards inserted into their skin leaving open wounds. luckily you, you had a few cuts and wounds but you made it out alive. police and an ambulance we're surrounding the car. the police sent a taxi for you to go home. with teary eyes that blurred out you're vision, you hopped into the taxi and made you're way home..

PRESENT

you couldnt sleep that night because of the tragedy, you felt a vibration on you're thigh, you checked it to see you're phone vibrating with a caller id. it was you're best friend jisung. why would he call at such an hour?

y/ns pov

you: w-why did you call? (sniff)

jisung: i knew what happened to you y/n..im sorry for you're loss. i can come over if you want?

you: thanks sungie, b-but i-i dont think you're parents w-would allow..

jisung: oh, thats no big deal! im actually alone at home, my parents arent here, they went to a trip.

you: o-oh..w-well i guess you can come over.

jisung: thanks y/n, i'll be there in a minute okay? stay strong~

you: dont forget to bring an umbrella okay? its raining out.

jisung: dont worry i wont

i hung up, threw my phone at the other end of the couch, i turned on the tv and watched a bit to keep my mind off my parents.

2 MINUTES LATER

i heard the front door ring, i stood up and opened the door revealing Jisung, but with wet hair and soaking clothes holding a bag of tteokbokki and sundubu.

you: jisung get in! you're gonna get sick!

i motioned for him to get in, he rushed inside quickly. hes clothes dripping all over the carpet. i grabbed a towel and some of my dads clothes..just by holding a bunch of i was already trying to hold back my tears. i lended them to jisung trying to hide my welled up eyes.

you: i told you to bring an umbrella.

jisung: sorry..i forgot

you replied with a smile and mouthing the words "its okay" to him, you grabbed a towel and dried him up

jisung: thanks y/n..

you: n-no prob, d-do you wanna eat?

jisung: yeah, im hella hungry

you took out the foods from the plastic bags and started munching them down. there was a tense and awkward atmostphere between you and jisung, jisung decided to break the silence by asking you a question.

jisung: can i stay for the night? i get scared when im home alone in the dark.

you: s-sure..

jisung: i feel really really sad for you y/n..i hope that you feel okay..

you: i feel so depressed already ji..do you know how hard it is to loose someone who raised you?

jisung: i know how it feels like..my grandpa passed away leaving my mom in tears..

you: its..its just so painful! its like multiple guns, and knives..all sorts of dangerous things hits you.

jisung gave you a warm and heartfelt hug...you cried on his shoulder..letting it all out.

you: (sob) w-w-why d-did have t-to b-be like t-this su-sungie? w-what did i do wrong to deserve this pain?

jisung: you did nothing wrong y/n-ssi..ms and mr. kim became beautiful angels soaring high above and sending the purest and whitest doves to you from the heavens..me and you are lucky that..we saw an angel..

you: thank you ji..

you then felt another warm embrace but from you're backside..you felt it was you're parents..

you: m-mommy..d-daddy..i love you..

1 HOUR LATER

you we're on the couch laying with jisung with you're head resting on his arms

you looked up at him and smiled

you: you really had the urge to take a selfie didnt you? (giggle)

jisung: (smile) nothings wrong with it right hehe~

you guys watched movies for hours..until you hadnt realize you fell asleep in jisungs embrace and he took another selca because he couldnt resist how cute you looked.

eventually he fell asleep too.

NEXT MORNING

you woke up to jisung sleeping next to you and you're tiny body wrapped around his arms, a red tint flushed all over you're face realizing what you have just saw. meanwhile, jisung woke up without you realizing because you we're blushing really hard almost becoming the color of his red sweater, jisung sat up from the sofa, he rested his chin on you're shoulder and wrapped and arms around you're tiny waist. you flinched at his sudden action but..you liked it.

jisung: morning~

you: good morning sung~

you saw with a smile and a small laugh, you and him jumped off the couch and headed you're way to the kitchen. you grabbed a bowl, a carton of milk, a box of cereal, and a metal spoon. the coldness of the metal sending shivers down you're body as you look over and glance at jisung at the kitchen counter grabbing a cup of water then making his way to reach out to you're cupboards to grab the coffee mix. the way his brown almost autumn like hair, his face that shined as the sun escapes the windows, the way his plump lips head towards his mug of coffee, and his adorable eyes that curve into a cresent as they smile when his eyes meet you'res..all these just make him look so..so alluring. you snapped back into reality as you felt something cold flowing down you're hands. you quickly placed the milk carton back on the table and rushed to get tissues to wipe off the remaining milk of you're hands. once you got them all off you sighed and scrunched you're face looking at you're overflowing bowl of cereal.

you: what a great start to my morning.

jisung: (laugh) totally!

you grabbed a towel and started wiping the table clean. you made yourself another cereal. once you succeded you placed it on the table in the living room, and plopped yourself down on the couch. jisung then approached you and handed you a mug.

jisung: a cup of coffee?

you: thanks ji (smile)

you reached for the mug and took a sip from it. you settled the mug back down on the table as you felt a slight bounce on the couch. you look over to see jisung sipping his coffee. suddenly, jisung flinched and quickly placed his cup on the table and let out a loud groan.

jisung: ahh! its hot!

you:(laugh) you should have blowed the coffee first (laugh)

jisung: (giggle)

11:00 AM

you we're on you're phone looking for some ideas for you and jisung to do cause both of you we're hella bored. you look over to jisung on his phone talking to his friend, renjun.

he looked over to you, he covered his phone speaker and asked

jisung: can he come over?

you: o-oh..y-yeah s-sure

jisung: thanks y/n!

jisung: okay hyung, you can come over!

you heard that renjun boy say "awesome!" in excitement. jisung ended the call then faced you

jisung: invite one of you're friends! then we can all have fun together?

you: thats awesome ji!

you say to him while he gave his smile that you can't get enough of. you decided to call you're friend yeeun, you dialed her number, you heard a familliar voice from he other line.

yeeun: hey y/n~~ so whats up?

you: w-wanna come over?

yeeun: heck yeah! what are we gonna do?

you: me and jisung are bored as hell yeeun, so we decided we wanted to bring some friends over.

yeeun: okay! i'll be there, time?

you look at jisung mouthing the words "what time?" and jisung replied with "2:00"

you: 2:00, if you're fine with it?

yeeun: sureeee~ okay gotta go now girlie, bye~

you: bye yeeun~

you ended the call and jisung looked at you

jisung: have you thought of something to do?

you: no, my mind is blank. you?

jisung: same..ah! i forgot i have twister! do you know how to play?

you: yeah! okay lets do that? anything else?

jisung: movies!

you: (giggle) you're so cute when you're excited

jisung blushes at the compliment he recieves, he scratches the back of his neck and just smiles at you.

you: o-oh yeah..w-wanna go to the park before they arrive?

jisung: o-oh, y-yeah sure why not?

you: i-i'll tell y-you s-something t-there..

you stood up and took a quick shower and prepared yourself. the thing is..you've been crushing on jisung for the past few months. you decided you wanted to tell him today

as you exited you're room you saw his tall figure standing in the living room waiting for you. his brown hair caged in his black hat, his lips curving into a smile as he sees something cute or funny on his phone. ugh, he was just so beautiful. he's eyes you'res.

you: jisung, lets go

jisung: ah, okay

you unlocked the door and stepped outside the home with jisung following you're footsteps.

Minutes Later

you lead jisung to the most beautiful part of the park, the cherry blossoms. where most couples go to. you faced jisung and took a deep breath.

you: okay..i have been keeping this for so long now and i decided today was the day i wanted to tell you.

jisung: w-what do you wanna tell me?

you: i grew feelings for you jisung! i-i like you- no..i love you park jisung.

jisung was shocked. he didnt speak but instead came closer towards you and cupped you're face.

jisung: i love you too, y/n.

he kissed you're lips as you stood there shocked. but of course..you kissed back. loving every moment. jisung broke the kiss, held you by the waist, lifted you and spun you around.

jisung: be mine?

you: definitely

#jisungfluff #nctjisung #nctdream

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blancheharrington · 6 years

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Can you write some prompts of every day jolex also the airplane jolex ones I LOVE especially since we know they HAD to have been sleeping on each other’s shoulder/ cuddling of some sort idk I just love those

Oneshot #18(ish)

Jo and Alex are on their way to their honeymoon but an overlay in San Francisco seems like the perfect time for Alex to give a gift to Jo.

Alex tried to rush through the slim aisle of the plane that they had just boarded while he scanned the overhead compartments for their seat numbers. He was inching closer to their spot when an older gentlemen alarmingly popped out of his seat and into the pathway, causing Alex to quickly halt to a dramatic stop and making Jo accidentally ram into his backside. “Sorry.” She mumbled to him while instinctively rubbing at his back as she returned her carry on bag to her shoulder.

“Not your fault.” Alex said over his shoulder to her while discretely motioning at the inconsiderate man in front of them who was taking his sweet time to take off his jacket and place it into his overhead bin. After a few moments dragged on and when the man sat back down into his seat, Alex hurried on his quest to find their seats, hating to be the guy that caused the traffic jam on the airplane.

When they made it to their designated aisle he stepped to the side in an effort to allow Jo to sneak into her spot next to the window. He tossed his bag quickly into the bin, and then grabbed hers and squashed it in next to his. He began to shuffle down into his seat when he noticed an overwhelmed mother behind him with a sleeping toddler clung to her chest as she struggled to lift her suitcase. He stepped out of the aile once more. “Here, let me help.” He offered as he took the suitcase from her arms. The mother let out an appreciative breath as she watched his arms flex under his shirt while he lifted her bag into the compartment.

“Thank you.” She smiled, touching his bicep for a long moment before pulling back when she noticed his ring. The mother glanced towards Alex’s seat after he nodded back to her and sat down. She watched on as she settled herself and her child into their places.

She noticed Jo’s smile to Alex as he buckled himself into his seat and placed his hand on her thigh. The woman smirked at her foolish obsession over the couple, wondering to herself if she’d ever be able to find someone who helped strangers on a plane without motive. She watched them for the entire duration of their flight until their layover in San Francisco. As her son intensively watched cartoons on her ipad, she attentively watched the couple’s loving gestures. She noticed Jo’s soft touches to his face and Alex’s warm embraces. She watched them play with each other’s hands and fight over the armrest. She swooned at the couple when they shared their trail mix and they bickered because Alex had eaten all of the pretzels.

“You don’t even like the pretzels!” She had heard him say to her.

“But I like knowing that I have the option of eating them if I want to!” Jo had bickered back while clutching the bag to her chest.

During the middle of their flight, the woman’s eyes widened when she watched them both get up from their seats, each a minute apart. She laughed to herself when they didn’t return for ten minutes. When her child began to whimper, she welcomed Alex’s intervention with a game he called “interrupting jellyfish.” and she appreciated his wife’s offering of M&Ms. When the plane landed at the airport in San Francisco and Jo and Alex had let her into the aisle first, she turned to them while they were halted by traffic and interrupted their love bubble. “You guys are a beautiful couple.” She said.

“Thank you.” They both replied back to her and then glanced at each other, impressed with themselves.

As the woman turned to face forward she heard her son drop his cup onto the floor, but when she went to pick it up, she had been beaten to it by Jo who was handing the cup back her boy. “And you have a very sweet boy.” Jo had said to her.

The woman smiled in return and when they exited the plane she ushered her child to the bathroom, all the while hoping that the couple she had just met would have the happiest of marriages and that she would be lucky enough to find someone that made her as happy as they appeared. As she held the bathroom door open for her son, she spotted Jo and Alex once more embracing in a tight hug while they waited in the line to buy coffee. Her son broke her focus when he called out to her, “Mommy, those people on the plane were so nice.”

“They were, weren’t they?” She replied as she followed him into the stall.

“That woman on the plane was really nice.” Jo said as she sipped her iced latte and flicked at the screen of her phone while her and Alex waited to board their next flight.

“Cute kid, too.” Alex agreed, as he ruffled through his backpack and pulled out a short stack of pamphlets. “Oh here, look through these. The hotel sent them to us.”

Jo took the pile from his hand and shuffled through them. “Mountain biking. Surf lessons. Zip lining. Stingray petting. Where’s the brochure for the hot stone massages?” She joked.

“Last one.” He replied nonchalantly, while he continued to ruffle through his bag, picking it up off of the floor and putting it on his lap to dig from a better angle.

“Oh!” Jo said. Somewhat shocked when she thumbed through the pile to discover an actual brochure full of facial treatments and a list of massage options. “Do you want to get one of those cheesy couples massages on the beach where some strangers rub at our naked body while we listen to a CD with the best hits of early 2000s conch shell blowing?”

Alex looked up from his search, “Is that even a thing?”

Jo shrugged her shoulders as she glanced at the other brochures. “I don’t know. Probably.” She looked up from her trance just now noticing how long Alex had been searching for something. “What are you looking for? If you’re checking to see if you remembered underwear, I packed some for you in your suitcase.”

“I’m not looking for underwear. But I’m kinda interested in the zip lining. What do you think?” He quipped back, changing the subject.

Jo went back to looking at her phone and shook her head. “Mmm…Falling through a forest at a hundred miles an hour when the only thing protecting me is a metal chord and a flimsy harness? No thanks. I’d like to live long enough to see our one year wedding anniversary nevermind our 50th. But you sure can if you want to. But, how long do you think I should mourn you before I can remarry?” She glanced back up at Alex as he suddenly dropped his bag back to the ground and held a small box in his hand. “What’s that?” She asked.

“A present!” Alex beamed as he handed the gift to Jo.

Jo’s eyes furrowed as she wondered what she did to deserve a gift from him. “Being married to you is enough of a present.” She said as she gently squeezed his cheeks with her hand.

“Cute. Now will you open the damn thing.” Alex wrung his hands together in excitement while he watched Jo pull off the wrapping paper he had Arizona wrap for him the morning of their wedding.

“Oh, it’s a necklace!” Jo cheered, opening the box to lift out a simple gold chain with a circle pendant hanging from it. She held it up in front of her face, admiring it’s simplicity but still wondering what had sprouted this particular present as they had never been a couple to harp on gift giving.

Alex could tell that Jo was slightly confused, so he reached out to grab the necklace by it’s pendant. He flipped it over onto his palm and showed it to her. “It has a K stamped in it. For Karev. Your new name.” He smiled excitedly.

Jo’s eyes began to swell with tears at the sincerity of his gesture. She let a small, “aww” escape from her lips as she couldn’t bare to contain all of the cuteness bottling up inside of her. Alex clutched the necklace in his fist as Jo leaned into him. Pressing kisses onto his lips and at the side of his cheeks. She pulled back to admire the necklace once more. “It’s beautiful, Alex. I love it.”

“Yea?” He asked, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Of course!” Jo gathered her hair in her hands and swiveled her body away from him in the chair so he could hook it around her neck. As she felt his hands release, she let down her hair and played with the pendant between her fingers, turning back to face him. “Thank you. For this. For everything.”

“I should be the one to thank you. For being crazy enough to marry me.” He said, grasping a hold of Jo’s hand while thumbing at her rings.

“There’s nothing crazy about it. You’re my person. You’ve always been my person. You’ll always be my person!”

Alex couldn’t help but beam at Jo’s words, leaning forward to catch her off guard with a kiss so sweet that it caused her to let out a small moan. Neither of them caring much about the strange man sitting across from them staring. Jo wrapped her arms around his neck and curled the hair at the end of head with her fingers. When they pulled apart, they rested their foreheads against each other, “Love you.” Alex whispered to her as the airline desk assistant paged overhead.

“Now boarding groups A and B for flight 285 to Honolulu. Again, we are now boarding groups A and B for flight 285 to Honolulu.”

“That’s us!” Jo said, jumping to a standing position and stretching out her hands for Alex to grab onto.

With the help of Jo’s tug, Alex stood to his feet and tossed his backpack onto his shoulder. “Well, here we go.”

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Evan Peters- Liar

Word Count: 2035

Warning: heart break, cussing, and my weird writing.

A/N: I don't really watch Evan Peters interviews and such , so I'm sorry if this isn't the way he'll act. ——––——–—–—–—– Flashback Calm down Y/N. You'll be okay. You are gonna live your dream! He'll be happy. You'll come back. At least you're at home and no-

I snapped out of thought when Evan tapped my shoulder.

"Are you okay babe?" Evan said to me

I looked at him and gave a light smile.

"Of course I am!" I said

"You looked scared." He said with a frown, "Are you sure?"

"A little bit. I'm just have to tell you something." I said putting my head down.

He grabbed my hands, "You can tell me anything and you know that."

"Okay..." I took a deep breath, "I got the job I wanted."

I looked up to see him smiling.

"That's great ne-" I cut Evan off.

"It's in England." I said looking down.

He tried to speak words, but nothing came out.

"I'm sorry Evan..." I said on the verge of tears.

"Hey..." he said quietly, "Don't cry. We'll see each other soon. I can visit." He said lifting my face up with a finger. He kissed me lightly.

"It'll be alright..."

END OF THE FUCKING FLASHBACK BITCHES

"It'll be alright" was the only thing floating through my mind.

"Liar..." I said as I looked at the photo.

It was him and his co-worker, Emma, kissing.

"THAT FUCKING LIAR!" I screamed as I flung a paint brush across the room.

How could he. How could he do that to me. I thought he was the one! The one who wouldn't hurt me.

I'm wrong.

I grabbed a canvas out of a box and painted my heart out.

All I could do was paint. All I could think of was the hurt and pain running through me.

I was crying as I painted. All the colors I used expressed my emotions. Each brush stroke expressed my pain. How they were shades of blue and maroon with rough and jagged strokes. (A/N: I think that expresses sadness and anger.)

In the end it was an abstract painting of a girl on her knees crying, ripping her chest open to reveal her broken heart. Her head was tilted back and her long hair was so jagged, but it flowed down.

I smiled weakly as I signed my name. I felt a bit better, but a hole was still in my chest. I felt nothing there. Where is used to feel a pulse. Now I feel nothing there. It hurt.

I checked the time. 3:00 am. (A/N: I don't know how to convert it.)

I just took off my clothes and slept. I was drained emotionally and physically.

-Le Next Day-

I woke up with a knock on my apartment, or flat is what they say here, door.

I got up an-

"I'm leaving today!" I said

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!

I ran to a suitcase and grabbed a shirt and sweats. I got in the restroom and did stuff.

Someone was knocking.

"THE DOOR!" I yelled with my toothbrush in my mouth. I ran to it and opened it.

"Ms. Y/L/N your ride is ready to leave." The man said in a very thick British accent, that sounded a bit like Matthew Lewis.

"I will be down in three minutes." I said trying to smile with a toothbrush in my mouth.

"Will you need help?" The man said.

"Yes please, but not my green bag." I said calmly.

"Yes ma'am." He said with a smile.

I went back to the restroom and rinsed my mouth. I packed up my toiletries, and started to think.

Where am I going to stay? I'm not going back home. I need a plan.

Maybe Y/F/N will be able to let me stay at their place.

Or you can confront him!

No little voice. I will not confront that asshole.

Fine! Suit yourself.

I'm going crazy aren't I?

Yes. You are talking to yourself.

Maybe that little voice is right. Maybe I should talk to him. Maybe it wasn't what I thought of. Also that I need to get checked for any mental disorders.

"Ma'am. The car is ready and so are your luggage." The man said.

I snapped my head to him.

"Thank you." I smiled at him politely, "I will be out."

He nodded and left.

Time to stop thinking and relax for an hours now.

-Time Skip brought by Jimmy Dean-

So that was a lie about not thinking. I thought a lot.

About life decisions and a lot about Evan.

Was he worth my tears?

I shook the thought of my head.

WAIT!

Who's picking me up?

I got my carry on from the over head compartment, and exited the plane wearily. I went to baggage claim and got my bags. The others are going to be shipped to my house. Well our house.

I sighed I turned my phone on. Should of down that earlier. Whelp!

It took a couple minutes for it to turn on, but soon all the notifications came in.

Twitter.

Instagram.

Facebook.

One from MySpace.

19 missed phone calls and 20 messages from him.

I texted F/N to pick me up. Even if Evan came I won't go with that asshat.

She said she'll be there in 46 minutes because she lived close by and no traffic.

I went to sit and relaxed.

I went to my texts and said, "We are over. Don't look for me. Don't speak to me. We are over."

My fingers hovered over the send button. I breathed in and hit send. It's over. Time down the drain. (A/N: Even my heart is hurting writing this.)

I stare at my phone noticing all these notifications. Mostly Twitter, so my curious mind decided to check.

So many people were bashing Evans and Emma. Whelp. Serves them right.

Some people say I deserved it and they saw it coming. Those soggy ass waffles.

I decided to respond.

"If I couldn't see it coming then... How would you?" I tweeted. (A/N: Cringe)

I turned off all notifications except my essentials. Messaging and phone calls. I just muted Evan. Simple.

Break down again! It's healthy.

Not this again.

You made me up. This is you. I'm telling you what you tell your friends. You even say it's good advice, so why not take it.

Because I don't want to cry anymore!

I said to the little voice with an annoyed expression.

I got my earbuds out and decided to try and relax.

I put my Spotify songs on shuffle and let relaxation take over me.

I got troubled thoughts And the self-esteem to match

"Great." I mumbled to myself taking a deep breath.

What a catch, what a catch Whoa You'll never catch us So just let me be Said I'll be fine 'Till the hospital or American Embassy Miss Flack said I still want you back Yeah, Miss Flack said I still want you back I got troubled thoughts And the self-esteem to match What a catch, what a catch And all I can think of Is the way I'm the one Who charmed the one Who gave up on you Who gave up on you They say the captain Goes down with the ship So, when the world ends Will God go down with it? Miss Flack said I still want you back Yeah, Miss Flack said I still want you back I got troubled thoughts And the self-esteem to match What a catch, what a catch And all I can think of Is the way I'm the one Who charmed the one Who gave up on you Who gave up on you What a catch What a catch What a catch What a catch I will never end up like him Behind my back, I already am Keep a calendar This way you will always know I got troubled thoughts And the self-esteem to match What a catch, what a catch And all I can think of Is the way I'm the one Who charmed the one Who gave up on you Who gave up on you Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman Maybe he won't find out what I know You were the last good thing We're going down, down in an earlier round And sugar, we're goin' down swinging Dance, dance, we're falling apart to halftime Dance, dance, and these are the lives you'd love to lead Dance, this is the way they'd love If they knew how misery loved me This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race One night and one more time Thanks for the memories Even though they weren't so great He tastes like you, only sweeter Growing up, growing up I got troubled thoughts And the self-esteem to match What a catch, what a catch

I remained at the airport till my friend picked me up. I trusted them with my life, and sometimes I shouldn't.

They took me in and they gave me everything I needed. They were great, but what lingered on my mind was.

Evan...

-Time Skip: A week-

I opened the door and saw him. Why is he here!? I was about to close it, but he put his foot in the way.

"Y/N. Hear me out." I heard her voice say softly.

I nodded slowly unsure of what to say because if I did this would be a shit show.

"The article isn't true." He said to me, "We were going out to lunch together after a shoot with the cast. I was whispering something in her ear because I didn't want others to hear, of course. They photoshopped to make us look like we were kissing. I swear. I would never hurt you. You make me so happy! You make me the happiest man!" He used small hand gestures. I looked in her eyes to see if he was lying, but he wasn't, "I love everything about you. From how your hair smells to how sweet you are! I would never ever hurt you like this. I promised you." He said with his voice cracking in the end.

"You really didn't do any of it?" I said quietly.

He lightly grabbed my face.

I hesitated, but I grabbed one of his hands lightly.

"I would never lie to you for something this huge. Without you I don't feel whole. I don't feel me without knowing I can't protect you. It hurts knowing I hurt you. It even hurts going home because I know you aren't there." He said looking me in the eye.

He really wasn't lying.

You miss him. Go to him.

At this moment I didn't hate this voice. It was right.

"I love you." I said hugging him.

He hugged back almost instantly.

I pulled back and dragged him into the house.

Then I started thinking as I locked the door.

I turned back to him.

"What did you say to her?" I said to him.

He blushed.

Now it was his turn. He hesitated.

"I told her that I-I wa-wanted to m-marry you." He said very nervously.

My eyes widened, but I smiled.

"You want to marry me?" I said sheepishly with a blush evident on my face.

"I still do." He said confidently.

"Is that offer still up?" I said rubbing my arm.

I just got him back and I'm asking him to basically marry me.

He smiled widely and got down on one knee.

"Will you Y/N Y/L/N become my partner-in-crime for life, even in the afterlife?" He said pulling a a black box out with a beautiful ring inside. (A/N: Imagine the ring because I don't know your style at all.)

"Yes!" I said jumping on him.

I smashed my lips on him and he smiled into it. This kiss was a kiss that made up all the lost time.

He was my world. He made me so happy. His personality made me smile, and his looks made me smirk.

He was mine and I love him. ---------- A/N: The next part will involve some naughty things.

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