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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 4 years

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Hello hello~ Can you do an imagine for a soft moment between Ruggie and the MC? Maybe it's the weekend and they're just in bed, the MC running their fingers through his hair. They got someone else to take over handling Leona's requests so Ruggie could finally catch a break, the poor overworked boy...

Hi, hi~

I would like to preface this by sharing that hyenas do, in fact, purr (I googled it, haha). Also, if you enjoy this work, check out this companion piece featuring Leona, Grim, and Deuce!

And with that, I hope this imagine is soft enough for you!

Imagine this...

When was the last time he had taken the day off?

In truth, Ruggie really couldn’t remember.

As far back as his memory stretched, he recalled his entire life being a prolonged fight for survival. Water, food, clothes, money, shelter...they were all in high demand and short supply in the slums. He had begged and stolen and bartered more than any child his age reasonably should just to barely scrape by.

Where will my next meal come from?

Will I have a home to come back to?

What do I need to do to make ends meet?

How can I make a few Madols stretch out for an entire week?

Those kinds of thoughts always plagued him.

“Hey.”

Ruggie felt a hand lightly tapping his cheek. His eyes drifted open and he stared up at Yuu, who wore a concerned expression on their face.

“I thought I said to relax,” they sighed, shaking their head at him.

“I’m trying,” Ruggie replied. He really had been, but to very limited success.

“You looked like your mind was wandering to some pretty dark places,” Yuu murmured, frowning.

“Aaah, it’s nothing. Maybe I just gotta find a better sleeping position,” Ruggie said, quick to dismiss the matter.

He shifted his weight around, even propped his head up with the palms of his hands--but he was already plenty comfortable as is, reclining on Yuu’s bed and with his head resting on their thighs.

Ruggie knew that it was his racing mind that kept him tossing and turning, but he dared not say it aloud. Yuu would worry--and that was a burden that he refused to thrust upon them.

“Are you concerned about the boys and Leona?” Yuu asked suddenly.

Ruggie flashed a crooked smile. “You caught me,” he lied, holding up both hands in a pantomime of guilt.

“I mean, I don’t think any of them are as good as you are when it comes to taking care of Leona. But they did offer to take over for the day, and even Leona was fine with it. I’m sure they’re doing just fine,” Yuu reassured him. “You should take this opportunity to take your mind off of your duties.”

“Hmmm...” Ruggie tapped a finger against his chin.

All manner of bad scenarios were possible: Ace getting fed up with work and quitting on the spot. Deuce taking Leona’s requests far too literally. Jack too busy with sorting out disagreements between the Ace and Deuce to actually fulfill any of Leona’s demands.

But, worse of all (and Ruggie shuddered to think of this), Grim eating Leona’s food before delivering it to him. Grim was one very, very dead cat if that ever happened.

“Alright, so what if Grim swipes Leona-san’s menchi katsu sandwich?” Ruggie proposed, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Then I’ll kick his ass,” Yuu laughed. “But forget that, Ruggie. Just go to sleep already.”

“Yeeeees, boss.”

Ruggie squeezed his eyes shut--but the thoughts came at him again. His stomach sank, eyebrows furrowing.

“Shhhh, it’s alright,” came Yuu’s soothing voice. “I’m right here.”

They slowly raked their fingers through Ruggie’s hair, almost as though gently nudging the negative thoughts out. He purred at the sensation. Maybe his tail would be wagging had he not been lying down on it.

“You sure do know how to treat a guy, Yuu-san,” Ruggie mumbled. “Thanks, that really helps. Can you...Can you keep going that?”

“Whatever helps put you at ease.”

“Shishishi, you’re the best.”

#Ruggie Bucchi #Yuu #MC #MC x Ruggie Bucchi #Yuu x Ruggie Bucchi #Ruggie Bucchi x MC #Ruggie Bucchi x Yuu #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland requests #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #imagine this

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dajaregambler · 3 years

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HeliosR - Dino Albani Card story “Synonymous with Dino Albani”

Translation of Dino Albani’s initial 4* card story from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.

Junior: Sparring, spa-spa-spa-spaaan ♪ Bring it on~♪

Junior: (Training was fulfilling yet again today)

Junior: (Dino’s strong point is something more on the side of martial arts, it’s a bit surprising…. But he’s teaching me methods like, how to send of opponents bigger than you flying and all)

Junior: (Though I’m obviously going to get taller, so before I know it I won’t even need th---)

???: Well then, I’ll go talk with Brad about it

???: Alright. I’ll go do it with Keith

Junior: Dino? ….And Jay?

Dino: Oh Junior, on your way back to the room? Great job earlier. Sparring went well today, didn’t it♪

Jay: Oooh, you two did some sparring. You’re working hard, Junior. I’m sure your father would be delighted

Junior: W-whatever about my dad…

Junior: Anyway… I get it now. I was thinking you were close, but Dino’s also a former mentee of Jay

Jay: Indeed. Dino, Keith, and Brad are all my cute, cute former students

Dino: We were talking about the four of us getting together and going out to eat somewhere sometime soon

Junior: Eeh? All of you still go out eating even now, you guys really are damn close

Jay: It’s the result of spending time together on the same team. The goal was realizing the importance of teamwork, and with that it’s a natural development.

Junior: Then, will our team also become like this after a few years?

Junior: I can’t really imagine it though… Well, we just started with training, and it’s only recent that we became a team of four so it’s expected, I guess.

Jay: I believe it’s no different for the other teams as well. That’s how it is for everyone in the beginning.

Jay: But in the case of these three, they have been the best of friends since their days in the academy, so perhaps it’s a bit of an exception...

Dino: We were good friends but, when it came to how a hero should be, what to do in battle and how to cooperate, we couldn’t do any of that until Jay taught us

Dino: When we got admissioned, we still couldn’t leave the academy days behind us and were more a trio of children.

Jay: Hahah. Even now the way you three interact with each other occasionally makes me think back of the time you guys were freshly admitted

Dino: Eh, really? I was thinking we all grew up in our own ways though….

Jay: Oh, it’s getting time to go on patrol. Let’s keep the talk about the past for when we go out together to have some fun

Dino: Yup. Good luck on patrol, Jay

Jay: Thanks. And I’ll be seeing you around, Junior

Junior: Yeah

Junior: I mean it’s obvious but, you and Keith also had your rookie era, huh

Dino: Ahaha, exactly. As Jay said, we were a real bunch of rookies back then

Junior: Can’t imagine at all how Jay was as a rookie though. It’s making me curious…

Dino: Feel free to ask him about it, I’m sure he’ll happily tell you all about it ♪

Dino: Now then… if it got decided that we’ll be hanging out, I guess we’ll have to plan as soon as possible. First I’ll talk with Keith, figure out when and…. most importantly, what we’ll be going to eat

Dino: For this it’ll have to…. definitely be pizza, right?

Junior: Oi

Dino: Hm? Something wrong, Junior?

Junior: Eating pizza when hanging out with your former team members too or what. Even though we as a team are constantly having pizza parties for whatever reason

Dino: Ah, haha…. It’s a bad habit of mine. When thinking about what to eat, pizza just clouds up my entire mind

Junior: Whenever I see you, you’re eating pizza which is plainly amazing. And then you’re that light on your feet too...

Junior: Agh, this ain’t the time to be impressed! It’s whatever if you eat pizza every single day, but that doesn’t mean it’s the same for others

Dino: So-sorry. I promise that I reaaally get it but, I can’t help it….

Junior: If you get it’s whatever but…

Junior: Anyway, talking about food made me hungry… I did do nothing but move during sparring so of course I am, eh

Dino: Ah, then wanna eat some pizza with me? There should still be a stock in the fridge when we get back…

Junior: OI!!! Wasn’t I saying to stop going on about pizza this, pizza that!?

Junior: ….Fuwaah

Junior: Geh, it’s this late already…

Junior: (Did some sparring and ate a meal, and before I knew it I fell asleep….)

Junior: (Eventually I did go eat pizza because I was hungry….)

Junior: (If I keep going with the flow, I’ll end up becoming a pizzatarian too…. It’d be amazing if eating pizza would make me taller, or something like that…. but that can’t be real.)

Junior: (....Hm? Sounds like something’s going on in the living, did someone come over?)

Dino: Ah, Junior. You’re awake?

Junior: Yeah. What’s with the....

Junior: WH- Pizza!? Are you eating pizza again!?

Dino: Ah, haha… This is, well you see….

Junior: Wait, what the hell!? This entire damn room is full of pizza….!

Jay: Oh, Junior. You were at home

Junior: Jay!?

Dino: This whole thing of getting together to go hang out this morning was suddenly decided that we should do it here today

Dino: So with that, everyone got invited and… They all brought in pizza as a little gift

Keith: Heard that today there weren’t any plans for pizza, so I went out thinking all “guess I’ll go buy some~” and all….

Brad: I bought it due how pizza comes to my mind when it’s about Dino but, I should've foreseen this happening.

Jay: Haha, it’s evidence of their intimacy ♪

Junior: ……….

Dino: Since it ended up being here anyway, I was thinking if you and Faith would like to join in too...

Dino: But given what you told me this morning, I learned my lesson and basically prepared things outside of pizza too you know?

Dino: Like, sushi or donuts, everyone’s favourite things gathered together….

Junior: !! Hamburger steak….!

Dino: Yup yup, I’ve properly prepared your favourite food too. There’s chocolate for Faith-kun too ♪

Junior: Ughgh…. I-if there’s hambuer steak, then I don’t mind the pizza fest….

Jay: In other words, today’s party is one of everyone’s favourite things

Dino: Eh, Jay? Why are you holding your phone towards here?

Jay: Everyone’s here together after all. I thought to take a lot of pictures as commemoration

Jay: Hey, Brad. It’ll take a picture if I press here, right?

Brad: ……..You’re wrong, it’s here

Jay: Ah, hahah……. Once again my old man mannerisms slipped out

Jay: Well, it has its charms. I have to pull myself together….

Jay: Is your beloved pizza any good, Dino

Dino: Yup, totally tasty. And I’m having lotsa fun too

Dino: Being able to eat pizza also makes me happy but, being together with everyone makes me happier. Nihi, love and peace… ☆

#heliosR #helios rising heroes #dino albani #leonard wright jr.#jay kidman #am not tagging keefy and bwad given how they only have like 1 line lol

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tartagliaxx · 3 years

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hi lei! congrats on 2k<3 and may i request for the very last event? the ideal day matchup?? hmm,,, my ideal day probably consists of watching the sunset/the stars, going out with people/or the person i love (doesn’t matter where actually) and late (night) drives !! i personally like peace & the calm so a day with no arguments & so on would be great,,, yummy food or drinks are a bonus😋 i hope i did this right omg i just recalled one of my best days in my life and that’s it hehe. again, thank you and have a great day<3 —blue

i match you with... ningguang!

ningguang doesn't have a lot of free time but when she does, she likes to gently pry the sheets off your body with a mysterious smile. you know what it means and you readily hop in your shoes as you allow her to lead you out of her palace in the skies. was it just your imagination or were the stars brighter up there? perhaps, it was neither, and it was the star beside you that shone ever so bright that you are almost blinded by her luminance. ningguang allows you to lean on her. actually, she'd like it if you do. the warmth of your skin and the weight of your body envelops her fully and she very much enjoys the rare domesticity that you bring in her life. in a while, she pulls you back to the familiar streets of liyue where xiangling awaits with a knowing smile and a specially prepared meal to share between the two of you. midnight in liyue was different compared to when the sun was peeking out. it's silent and the cobblestone steps make your footsteps echo softly. conversations are light — no economic policies, no trade agreements, no immediate concerns. ningguang's eyes twinkle as you talk about your day and it's so much more mundane than hers but oddly, your vivid description of that day's sunset gives her a sense of fulfillment and peace. yes, these days were rarer than the most precious jewels but when they do come, they leave both ningguang and you with hearts full and content.

i'm such a [redacted] for ning omg. i couldn't stop myself from making an entire paragraph just dedicated to her getting a break from work. that sounds like a very ideal rest day and i just couldn't stop myself. anw, bonus info but i originally thought yae but i don't write for her so that lead me to another equally fine boss lady.

"haha, don't you think we're well past the point of pretentious formalities? don't mind me, eat as much as you'd like. i find it quite adorable that you're willing to show me this vulnerable side of you."

#☁️#☁️ | 3/5

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rowley-with-ackerman · 4 years

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AHHHH! I’m so sorry this is so late! Here is one of your (belated) birthday fics! Happy birthday my dear @geekandbooknerd! This is my first time writing for Finan, but I hope you enjoy it….it’s a lil’ long...and a lil’ spicy for ya to make up for the lateness and cause its your birthday ;P

Based on the prompt: “If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked.” From the City of Bones by Cassandra Claire.

First Time - Finan x FReader (characters are eighteen years old and in their senior year of highschool)

Six months. That’s how long they’d been together. She couldn’t believe it! When Finan had first approached her she thought it was a joke. Haha get the geeky girl by publicly asking her out knowing full well that she’s into you just to turn her down. But...there was no punch line. No rejection. Just a sincere twinkle in the rumored playboy’s eyes that was begging her to agree and give him a chance. And so she did. Everyday happier than the last, but something was missing. They had already dropped the big L-bomb a couple months ago, but apart from some intense making out in the back of his camaro, they hadn’t really been all that physical. She had been prepared to stand her ground and make him wait, but he never pushed. Never even attempted to make moves either. ‘Maybe he’s just not that into me...’ She thought. She couldn’t help but compare herself to his previous girlfriends and how he was all over them all the time. And it stung, not knowing where she stood in that regard and how she could make it clear to him that she was ready..or atleast figure out if he even wanted her that way. It was always difficult to get a clear point across in person with his whole….everything. He was so sweet, always buying her flowers and snacks (she loved snacks, snack time was a certified meal in her opinion). And their dates were so considerate and thoughtful, the only thing lacking was sex if she was being honest. She’d never wanted anyone more. And he seemed not...interested. She’d always been teased about being too shy and not forward enough, not really going after what she wanted and all that. Maybe that’s what was wrong. He wanted someone more outgoing...she could do that. Or she could try anyway. His birthday was coming up, and if porn and romance novels had taught her anything, it’s that men loved birthday sex. So she devised a plan, and hoped she wasn’t too awkward to pull it off.

It had been three weeks and it was time. She was ready. She had gone shopping and purchased a silky nightgown. Her period isn’t expected for another week, she bought condoms (totally guessing at what the sizing meant but knowing that they stretch) and she had convinced Finan’s mom to vacate the house so she could surprise him with a romantic dinner. The plan was to make sure dinner was ready, eat together and make small talk and then she would escape up the stairs to “fetch his present” when really she would be lying on his bed waiting for him and calling out to say she needed help. It was perfect.

Dinner went off without a hitch, they talked about school and how his day had gone so far. ‘Now for part two.’ She looked at Finan and told him that she had hidden his present upstairs and she wanted to surprise him. So she excused herself and ran up the stairs. Barely able to contain her excitement. She changed in his room, lit the candles and laid on his bed, with one leg over the other and one arm holding her head up while the other rested across her stomach. “Finan! I need your help!” She called out, making sure to sound like she was struggling. “Are ya alright lass?” He sounded concerned, she felt bad for making him worry but she hoped what he was about to witness would make up for it. She heard him bounding up the stairs and she closed her eyes, unable to actually face him when the time came. “What did ya need my help - wh...what are ya doing?” He sounded confused...this wasn’t good and definitely not what she had imagined. She started to stammer as she opened her eyes and realized that he wasn’t looking at her. She couldn’t tell what stung more. “I just...I thought it would be a nice birthday present for you…” He turned to look at her then, his eyes wide and guarded. “I dinna want to upset ya, but what exactly possessed you to come up with such a scheme?” She could feel her eyes stinging like she was about to cry. She knew it, she knew that he didn’t want her that way. He was probably just waiting for the right time to end and go about his merry way while she faded into the background. “I’m sorry, it was stupid. Just forget it and I’ll go home and it’s fine.” She wasn’t sobbing yet thank god, she started to get up off the bed and gather her things. She felt hands on her waist and he turned her around and she went to push him away not wanting to hear his farewell speech. But her bracelet got caught on the buttons of his dress shirt and ripped it open. She felt her eyes go wide and she panicked. Suddenly feeling like an even bigger fool than before she tried to wiggle her way out his strong grip but he wasn’t letting up. He pulled her in tight to his body and lifted her chin to meet his gaze. “Oi! If ya wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have asked. And secondly where is all of this coming from? You gotta help me out here lass.” How he managed to both be cheeky and concerned is beyond her. She stuffed her face into his neck and mumbled out the whole story, about how she remembered him being with others to how she felt he didn’t want her that way. By the time she had finished they were snuggling on the floor of his room with the quiet slowly closing in on them. “Listen my darlin’, I’ve waited because I didn’t want to pressure you and because you’re worth waiting for. Your first time should be special and you should be sure. Not rushed. I appreciate the thought that went into this, but it’s not necessary. You don’t have to push yourself to try and be like everybody else. That’s what I love so much about you. How you stay so true to yourself. I love you for you, not for what I think you can give me.” She paused then, really trying to let his words soak into her bones. All this time she thought that she just wasn’t enough or that his love didn’t run that deep. Never really understanding what he saw in her. The science nerd with social anxiety and poor communication skills. But here he was, still being his amazing self and praising her for….existing, essentially. And her wants didn’t change, which was surprising. She knew that she wanted him but she thought it was also a backwards way of her needing to have him wanting her. The fact that there was no weight to be lifted off of her shoulders, no immediate relief that she didn’t have to go through with it just reaffirmed that this was really was for her. She wanted him to be her first because of who he is and how he loves her. And how much she loves him. “Finan...please don’t wait anymore. I don’t want to wait anymore. I love you and you love me and yes I wanted to surprise you for your birthday...but more than that I just wanted to feel wanted by you. That hasn’t changed. Please, I want you. And I want this to be with you.” She felt so silly basically begging her boyfriend to have sex with her on HIS birthday. But it felt important to you, and it felt important to do tonight, you just hoped he understood that. “Why is this so important to you? I’m a patient man, I can wait.” She couldn’t believe how dense he was being. “Because I want you and I love you. Is it so wrong to want you to want me back? To physically feel how much you love me and experience a new way of loving you? To be closer to you than anyone else and just...be together?” His arms tightened around her waist. He looked like he was struggling with something in his mind, but she stayed quiet and just waited. Knowing he’d speak when he was ready. Grumbling under his breath, he whispered out “...you could drive a saint to sin, do ya know that?” almost like it wasn’t meant for her to hear.

Finan didn’t say anything more, just helped her off the floor and kissed her long and hard. Like he was committing it to memory. Taking her by the hand and leading her to the bed he gently pushed her down to a seated position, sliding her white negligee off her shoulders kissing the newly exposed skin as it appeared to him. Working his way down her body until he reached the line of her silk panties, he laid his hand on her belly and pushed her down, giving him enough access to remove said obstacle with his teeth so that he could get to what he really wanted. Seeing her fully laid out before him in all her glory he could barely contain himself. The things he would do to this woman, he relished the thought of the long hours it would take to completely fulfill his desires and unravel her. He couldn’t wait to see the look on her face as she was driven to new pleasure filled heights. He began by kissing and nipping up her legs, lightly tracing his fingers over every invisible mark left behind, until he reached his target. He was gently kissing her folds, dipping his tongue in ever so slightly until her first breathy exhale reached his ears. He then greedily dove in lapping at her slick heat and smearing her juices all over his face, he couldn’t get close enough, she tasted so sweet and smelled so intoxicating. They had only just begun and he was already being driven mad by his need for more of her. His hands began roaming her body, aching to touch and tease her out of her shell and into a wanton mess. He found purchase on her breasts, pawing at them and rolling her nipples between his fingers. Her breathing became heavier and he delved his tongue deeper inside her, silently begging her to give him more as he applied pressure. She was so gloriously wet, he never wanted to stop, he wanted to hear her moan and cry out his name. To fill her with a passion and satisfaction she had never known. He could feel her body starting to tremble, unused to this particular brand of torture. He slowed his pace ever so slightly and changed tactics. Pulling her body closer to him, he withdrew a hand from her breast and started to trace her outer lining before thrusting into her, first with one and quickly progressing to two fingers as she became louder. Instead of merely lapping at her folds he decided the sweetest ascent would be to suck at the top of her apex, her most vulnerable area becoming exposed to him. At the first tug she cried out and a hand shot to his hair, grabbing a handful and holding him as close as possible. He quickened his suckling, becoming too impatient to wait for her to slowly release. Her juices were flowing more heavily now, dripping down his face and onto the sheets below, her breathing more rapid and shallow than it was before. He thrust three fingers inside her, hard and fast, while dancing between trying to suck her dry and creating more fluid by lapping at her. It was during one of these exchanges that her legs began to shake, her cries more desperate, she was almost there. Soon he would taste her sweet climax, swaying her down until he brought another. He continued to sweep his tongue over her, speeding up as much as possible, he felt her inner walls clamping down around his fingers and her legs tense around his head. She shouted her orgasm, thrashing her head about while he continued his ministrations, his pace lessened to a caress. Once she had stopped shaking, he swiped a hand over his damp face, and crawled up her body leaving more kisses and bites in his wake until he was lying beside her. Tangling his hands in her hair he kissed her full on the mouth, diving his tongue in to meet hers, making her taste her own fluids from his mouth. The moan he received was encouragement enough to keep going. He drifted to her ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth and murmured “That wasn’t quite a scream, but I’ll get one out of you before we’re through.” And in one swift movement, pulled her on top of him and finally thrust into her with his aching member, she whimpered at the sudden intrusion and a few tears slipped free. He was much bigger than his fingers and the stretch burned. It felt like something had snapped inside her. “Now, the fun really begins.” As he let her adjust, he stroked her hair and wiped her tears, reassuring her that she was so good and took it so well. Finan was a firm believer in ripping the bandaid off and he didn’t want to prolong her pain. He tried to distract her by peppering her neck with kisses and gently fondling her breasts. Hoping his ministrations would make up for the lack of preparation and that the chosen position would provide her with the greatest pleasure and control. As her discomfort started to wane he felt her making small movements with her hips, testing the waters so to speak. He decided to try and help guide her by putting his hands on her hips, gently circling them around his cock. She started to get the hang of the movements on her own, raising herself up and down creating friction between them and causing a delicious feeling of wet tight heat around him. He knew they didn’t have all night but by God did he wish they did. The room was filled with their heavy pants and the sound of skin slapping on skin. Finan watched her ride him, her skin glistening with sweat and her thighs quivering with exertion. She was so beautiful and he was so lucky. He lifted her off of him and raised his eyebrows and the whimper she released at being dislodged. “Relax love, just switching angles.” As he flipped her back onto her back he inserted himself once more. Able to set the pace, he started thrusting harder into her. Wanting to make sure she could feel his absence the next day. He sucked love bites on to her collar bone and whispered sweet nothings in her ear about how much he loved her and how he wanted to see her fall apart on his cock. Her breathing was getting more breathy and her moans louder. He himself wasn’t fairing much better. Feeling a heat pool in his lower abdomen. Knowing he was getting close he wrapped her arms around his back “Hold on tight lass, and don’t worry if ya leave marks.” He kissed her hard then as he started pistoning his hips deep inside her. Fast strokes bringing them both closer to the edge. His moans matching her own as he chased both of their climaxes. He angled his hips differently so as to cause a little bit of friction on her sensitive bud as he pumped in and out of her. She herself didn’t know how much longer she could last, all she knew was that she felt so good and that she never wanted this to end (cliche teenager she’s aware). But it was honestly perfect. Being able to rake her hands through Finan’s hair and down his back. Kissing him for all she’s worth and feeling him all around her. It felt like both hours and mere seconds had passed when she screamed her release into his neck crying out his name. Clutching him tightly while he thrust a few more times, groaning his own release with her name like a prayer on his lips. They collapsed together in a heaping sweaty mess on the bed, still intertwined exchanging lazy kisses while they came down from their high.

Never in a million years would she have pictured this moment. But here it was. Perfect, with the perfect guy and she had never felt more….just more in her life. She could feel everything he felt about her through his movements, how much he wanted her and how hard he’d held back all these months...how much he loved and cherished her. She only hoped now that he knew it was entirely mutual. That she was so hopelessly gone on him, it might even be funny. “Finan...that was amazing.” He looked at her then, with droopy eyes and a goofy grin. “Aye lass, it was. I love you.” Her heart swelled as she repeated the sentiment back to him. “Happy birthday Finan, I love you too.”

#finan x reader #the last kingdom #fanfiction #the last kingdom fics #happy birthday

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hq-vbc · 5 years

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regrets

pairing: kageyama x reader

description: in which kageyama has too many regrets after one voicemail.

he didn’t know what to think anymore.

he didn’t even know if he could think anymore.

he sat alone in the empty gym in the middle of the night. his hand covering half of his face as he stared blankly at his dimed phone.

he couldn’t stop reading the messages over and over again.

“mr. milk enthusiast”, he hated that nickname but everytime she called him that, he couldn’t stop the butterflies in his stomach.

“are you doing well? it’s been awhile since you’ve replied to me.. even though you’re super busy, stay healthy! love you”

his heart felt like someone was squeezing it and it was no one but her.

“kags, I saw your latest match! you’ve made it again! I’m so proud of you! are you getting along with your team? by the way: are you sleeping enough? I hope you are. I love you.”

he grit his teeth. how stupid was he not to respond to her all these months? he couldn’t even find the last time he replied to her. it had been way too long. the last message he had left her with was probably “night” or “bye”.

“tobio, you’ve matured even more! it’s still hard to call someone as handsome as you my boyfriend, haha. am I worthy enough to call you that? anyway, I hope you’re eating well, love you!”

but the real question was if he was worthy enough to have someone as her in his life. every text she sent him, she never forgot to tell him that she loved him.

when was the last time he had told her he loved her?

he couldn’t even remember, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath.

“kags, are you okay? you looked a little bit worn out in your last match. hopefully everything is fine and don’t let the stress overcome you, okay? I’m here for you even though I know you will manage it. I mean, you’re the strongest person i know! love you”

he remembers that match. he had gotten less than four hours of sleep because of practice which lasted into night.

how was she able to read his emotions only by seeing him playing a match, although he did win at the end? she always knew him in and out, but the same couldn’t be said for him.

“sorry for always bothering you with all these messages.. you’re probably loaded with training and stuff.. just.. don’t overwork yourself, okay? I love you no matter what”

the next text came a month later.

“you look so happy with your new team members! you don’t know how happy this makes me. remember the time you went to karasuno? although they were the best team as you said, you struggled in the beginning. don’t forget to take care of yourself!! your family including me would be worried sick if you get ill. I love you”

a tear slipped out of his eyes as he scrolled more. the next message came a month later again.

“hey tobio, did you change your phone or something? I was just wondering why you didn’t answer me- anyway, stay healthy and safe. you know I love you, right?”

yes, he knew it. he knew it too well.

aftee that she didn’t text him for five months, but he couldn’t care less at that time even though he should.

“tobio, how are you doing? I hope you’re getting enough sleep. the last matches seemed pretty exhausting, right? don’t forget to take breaks. are you eating well? I’m staring to act more and more like a worried mother rather than a girlfriend, I’m sorry.”

he never thought of that because he fell in love with her caring attitude. he continued reading even though his heart ached as soon as he reached that message.

“anyway, will you allow me to be a little bit selfish for a second? can I make a selfish request?”

“of course you can”, he thought.

“could you please reply to me before midnight today? it’s two in the afternoon right now. I know you probably won’t even see this message due to your intense practice, but please if you see this, I beg you, please answer me. it’s all I’m asking for. it doesn’t have to be anything special! just a simple “hi” or “how are you” is totally fine! I just want to make sure you haven’t forgotten about me.”

he could never forget about her. she was the ray of light in his dark sky. her simple texts gave him more than hope to keep practicing even though he never showed it. her texts always reminded him to take care of himself and without her he would have probably neglected his health.

her texts always motivated him to continue. wondering why he was such an idiot, he wished that he would have replied to her, at least at that time. he wished that he didn’t let his tiredness get in the way of his relationship. he had always heard that athletes can’t maintain a relationship but he didn’t believe them, he didn’t want to believe them, because he thought their bond was strong enough to keep the spark between them alive. he was right: it was. it was just him that wasn’t strong enough.

“just before midnight, please. that’s all I’m asking. I will love you forever, tobio kageyama.”

he didn’t reply to her.

he saw her long text message, but he didn’t respond to her.

he was such an asshole. he couldn’t even fulfill one simple wish from his girlfriend. he wasn’t worthy enough to have her, not being enough to call her his girlfriend.

she deserved someone who could hold her in the middle of the night when she needed comfort. someone who could go on spontaneous dates with her when she wanted to have fun. someone who could commit themselves one hundred percent of the time.

she deserved someone that wasn’t him.

he wanted her to be happy but he couldn’t make her happy.

she never texted him again.

the next morning when he woke up, he received a long voicemail from her.

“hey tobio”, how long has it been since he heard her beautiful voice in person? he had listened to her voicemail a million times since she had sent him it that morning. he could never get tired of her voice.

“I dont know how to say this without crying but I’ll try my best.”

he heard her taking a deep breath and imagined her closing her eyes. he imagined her lashes that he always saw closeup each time he leaned it for a kiss.

it had been so long, he couldn’t even remember her face properly. he could only remember certain features, he never forgot since meeting her.

“I don’t know if you know but you probably don’t because of your hectic schedule and all”, pause, “but almost seven months ago, they found a tumor in my brain.”

he closed his eyes and held his head in his hands, taking deep breaths again.

“shocking, right? I never thought something like this was going to happen to me. I mean I always ate my vegetables, right?” she laughed full with pain and misery.

“my family had never have cancer before, but it happened to struck on me. I’ve been on chemotherapy since then”, taking a deep breath, continued by a longer pause. he could tell that she was about to cry with her cracking voice.

“can I be honest with you, tobio? it hurts. it really hurts. a lot.”

he hated himself for not being there for her when she needed him the most.

“this month the tumor started getting more and more aggressive. it spread to my spinal cord, making it hard for me to text you that’s why I’m making this voicemail. it’s really hard to cope with it, tobio. it really is.”

he let tear after tear slip out of his eyes, developing a small puddle on the floor.

“the reason why I asked you to reply to me before midnight was so that I could get some strength. I’m so weak, honestly. I can’t continue with this disease alone, tobio. my family was there for me through thick and thin, but I wanted support of the man that I love the most.”

the gym was now filled by his muffled sobs.

“I don’t know whether your answer would’ve changed my decision but I went through with it. by the time you are listening to this, it’s already been done.”

he screamed as he punched the floor with his fist, not caring about the scars it’ll leave on his fists when the bleeding stops.

“I decided to end my life. the doctor consulted me about assisted suicide, often mentioning how close I am to death”, she said breaking down in tears now. “I can’t even eat without a tube feeding me nutrients. it’s been so long since I had a proper meal.” she couldn’t even speak without getting lost in her sobs. she took a deep breath and continued.

“my family is supportive. they don’t want to see me in pain anymore and they made it clear no matter which path I’ll choose they’ll love me.. please, even without me be happy, spend time with you family because I know they miss you, too. don’t neglect the team, now matter how many misunderstandings there are. be kind to those around you because you’ll never know what role they’ll play in your life.”

she laughed. a genuine, beautiful, bright laugh that he’ll never hear again. she sighed and he imagined her smile.

“promise me you’ll be a good person. don’t give up on your dream of becoming an amazing setter who can be its team’s control tower. you’ve given me so much strength throughout my whole healing process. I mean, you were my strength after all. I hope I was your strength at one point, too.”

he fell onto the floor, sobbing into his sleeves, not even bothering to hide it.

she sighed again and continued speaking with her shaky voice.

“I guess this is the end, tobio. I’ll always love you. please remember that. stay strong and don’t forget to take care of your health! get enough sleep, okay? don’t stay up all night worrying about your technique and how to become a better setter, because I know that’s what you’re doing.”

after this whole conversation she’s still worried about his health. he truly didn’t deserve someone as caring and beautiful as her.

“please chase after your dreams. if you ever need strength think about lil’ old me, okay? don’t forget about the girl you saved. the girl that stole your first kiss. don’t forget the girl who loves you so unbelievably much.

I guess that’s all I have to say.

goodbye, tobio. live your life to the fullest. I love you, tobio kageyama.”

then, she hung up.

“I love you, too.”

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fanf1cshawn · 5 years

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broken promises

sooo uh hey everyone! this imagine was inspired by a prompt i saw on a post that i reblogged and it’s my first time doing angst soooo i hope ya’ll like it. ~

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4 - “why can’t you look at me?”

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warnings: swearing and sexual connotations.

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it all started from coming home late from the studio. always coming home at the double digits of the night. he always reasoned with you that he wanted the album to be perfect, so you let it slip the first few times.

then it turned into coming home at midnight. he came home exhausted majority of the time, you unable to wait for him to come home. the dinners you made were always left untouched, or worse, you saw it dumped inside the trash.

you came home from work a bit later today, since there were tons of things to do. you inserted the key into the keyhole, wishing that if you opened the door your boyfriend would be right there, waiting for you.

the door slowly opened and you must have been so tired that you didn’t even hear the low mumbling of your boyfriend in his office. you were a bit disappointed that he wasn’t there to welcome you with a warm hug, but you didn’t mind since it was rare for him to come home earlier than you anyways.

you quickly kick off your heels, sprinting to the office as fast as you can. he was on the phone with someone, but you couldn't make out who he was talking to.

“hey.” you leaned against the doorframe, getting no response. maybe your voice was too quiet for him to hear. you come closer and put your hands on his shoulders, feeling him tense up. he quickly turned around, surprised to see you. his body calmed down and he sighed in relief. he ended the phone call and stood up to wrap you in his arms.

“yo, y/n. didn’t notice you were already home.” it felt... weird. something was up. he gave you a crooked smile and sat right back down on his office chair.

“have you eaten yet?” you ask, so you could make dinner just in case he was hungry.

“uh, yeah. i ate out with the guys today, hope you don’t mind.” he rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling lowly.

“oh. yeah, that’s alright bub.” you reply softly, feeling your heart sink.

“i’ll be in the kitchen if you need something.” you said, thinking that it was going to be another night of eating alone again, even with him being home. you head out to kitchen, heating up the meal you made the you made for shawn the other day, since you knew that he was never going to eat it anyways.

the sound of the microwave heating the food was the only thing heard, ‘til you heard heavy footsteps approach the front door.

“shawn?” you raise your brows, surprised to see him leave again.

“i’ll be heading out for a bit, is that okay with you?” he was rushing to put on his boots, as if he someone was waiting for him.

“but didn’t you just say that you ate out with the guys earlier?” you question. the guys haven’t hung out this much in the past few days, since the guys usually came over if they wanted to hang out.

“last minute plans, they wanna go out clubbing.” he laughs. it sounded convincing, but the thought of him hiding something from you popped up in your head. you shrugged the idea off and sighed. he would never do that to you, he promised.

“uh, sure. have fun!” he took a quick glance at his phone and left without saying goodbye.

that was the last straw.

the moment your food was finished heating, you swallowed your food quickly and searched for shawn’s macbook in his office. the past few weeks you couldn’t help but notice how he was always waiting for a certain message on his phone, making his hand glued to the device.

you opened the macbook and typed in his password, since you always tell each other passwords and codes. icloud syncs on every apple device he owns, and the mac was one of them.

you click on the imessage icon and there you saw everything. the last thing you wanted to see ever from that device. you didn’t know how to feel. shocked, sad, heartbroken?

you scroll through the messages between him and a girl named allison. your jaw drops and your heart sinks for every single word you read from their most recent conversation.

a: are you leaving soon?

: i’m wearing your favorite pair tonight, can’t wait to see you later. 😉

s: fuck babe, i’ll leave as soon as i can. trying to escape from my girlfriend haha

a: lmao why are you still with her anyways, i thought she wasn’t good enough?

s: ‘cause she thinks i still care about her and it’s hard to tell her that i really don’t.

: besides, keeping you a secret is more fun anyways. that way we can do more stuff together. more thrilling than being in the public eye you know?

a: true tho. anyways, see you soon!

you scoff. why haven’t you thought of doing this before? why only now?

although you shouldn’t read the conversations of other people without their knowledge, you didn’t feel bad for reading theirs. not even a single bit.

your grew more pissed when you read through their conversation, finding out that it’s been going on for about 3 months.

you take photos of the convo on your phone to post them on twitter.

tweet by you:

hey @ShawnMendes, hope you have a lot of fun with the guys tonight!

(insert photos of convo)

your finger was on top of the tweet button, but you stopped yourself for a second. should i really do this? you chew on your bottom lip and shrugged. i should.

you press tweet and the tweet spread like wildfire. in just a few minutes, there were already headlines all around social media: Canadian Pop-star Shawn Mendes caught cheating on current girlfriend Y/N, caught by the girlfriend herself!

you go around twitter and saw that Shawn Mendes was trending on twitter and that they even made him a hashtag called #ShawnMendesIsCancelledParty. you laugh as you imagine your now ex-boyfriend’s face, reading the numerous articles and tweets.

you start packing a bag full of clothes when you hear your phone blow off with hundreds of notifications. notifications turned into phonecalls end you exactly knew who was calling you. you never picked up, so you just went on with packing more and more stuff.

you zip up the huge bag and walk into the living room, placing it beside the couch. you decided to wait for shawn to hear his nonsense explanations and what not. the sound of the keys was the only thing heard and when the door swung open there he stood, frozen and pale like he had just seen a ghost in the living room. his eyes were glued to random things in the room, as he kept fidgeting with the end of his shirt.

“so, how did it go? did you finish because of how tight brian was?” you stood up slowly, grabbing the handle of the bag. the sarcasm in your voice ringing in his ears.

“i said, how did it go?” a stern tone left your lips and you started approaching him. you eyed him up and down and to him, your eyes felt like daggers stabbing through him. he didn’t know what to say at that moment, didn’t know what dumb explanation to give you. the words were scrambled in his mind and he couldn’t make up anything.

“i-i swear i didn’t mean it. i was about to break up with her anyways.” he mutters out, voice low that you almost didn’t hear a single thing he said. you laugh loudly, clapping your hands in amusement.

“look at me, shawn.” he didn’t look.

“look at me, shawn.” you repeated, but louder. still, he didn’t move a single bit. he was still eyeing something in the kitchen, except for you.

“why can’t you look at me?!” you screamed, grabbing his chin and turning it for him to finally face you. his eyes were full of misery and the corner of his lips were low.

“after the past three years, shawn, three fucking years.” the tears were about to brim your eyes but you did your best to hold it in.

“i have genuinely loved and cared for you but all you do in return... is cheat? what about that promise you made me three years ago when you asked me to be your girlfriend, huh? you said that you’ll love me and do your best not to hurt me... and you still cheated.” you breathe heavily as you start to feel your throat hurt from holding back all the tears.

“turns out promises are just promises. made to never fulfill.” you brought your hand right across his left cheek, the sound of your hand hitting his face ringing in the room. you left, pushing him aside harshly, sprinting to the elevator as fast as you can.

shawn didn’t run. he couldn’t bring himself to do it. he slammed the door shut and was quiet for a few moments.

he realized how dumb he was for doing such a thing, and he regretted everything. your words ran through his mind over and over again, and you were right. you were always right.

shawn’s tears were streaming down his face and he leaned on the door, sliding down slowly. his long fingers ran through his hair and he tried to catch his breath.

he remembered how tight he held your hands and how he looked deeply into your eyes with love three years ago.

he cried even more because he knew he was stupid, and because of his stupidity, it caused you, the greatest treasure of his life, to leave him all alone.

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johnnq · 5 years

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Study Hour: Johnny x Reader (Chapter 1 of ??)

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: none (for now, I have no idea if this’ll take an angsty or smutty turn, so you’re all safe for now ;) haha)

Summary: Johnny is a badboy, and more importantly; probably far too adventurous to be even slightly interested in you, the girl that everyone wants as a friend but never anything more unless it’s strictly ‘no strings attached’ because you’re far too overbearing for your own good, and everyone else’s. After a chance encounter in a library of all places, the race against time before he changes his mind about you is on, but the question is, when’s the deadline?

It all started on a Wednesday afternoon during a day that had surely exhausted you; the foundations of the thing that would forever plague you, keep you pleading for more and have you second guessing yourself enough to last a lifetime.

One thing you knew for certain about anything that day while looking at your blank computer screen with only the title to your overdue literature essay, was that you sure as hell wished you hadn't waited this long to finish the work you needed to do.

To you, studying wasn't top priority - at least as of lately. You'd been too heavily weighed down by family problems and external stresses that plagued you to focus on your dream of becoming a writer, abandoning the hobby and future career you so desperately craved and worked for from around as long as you'd been able to walk, and instead replaced it with days on end of balancing adult life far before you were ready or willing to start doing it.

Your mother was an alcoholic to put it bluntly, and caused you endless strife throughout the years. Since the age of fifteen when your father passed away from a rapid and agonising battle with cancer, she'd gone from being his carer, wife and a mother with the father of her child to help her raise her teenage daughter, to a widower, a single mother and a woman of many financial worries. When the bills started piling up and she had no way to keep them all paid, she went to any length to find the money.

That's when she started with drinking the occasional martini during the day, and eventually escalating to the point of being completely intoxicated by the mid afternoon. Truthfully, she'd never been the same, not even since the first day after you were told he had passed. Turning to a bottle and a terrible night of sleep on the couch instead of talking about it became the norm, and the more you both stopped talking about it, the more she decided to drink to numb the feeling. She often prioritised alcohol or anything like that over you, and would let you down more often than she would fulfill her promises. But nonetheless you were always there to pick up the pieces when she made a mess of things.

Over the last few weeks she'd been particularly careless, going missing for days on end after drunken nights out, leaving you to run a house on your own at the age of nineteen. Nothing unusual for you, having to hold the fort for a day or two, but after four days you really started to wonder if you should of been more worried. Bills, cleaning, taking care of the dogs you owned, going food shopping, and keeping things afloat were all you could care about for nearly a month all at once with your mother occasionally showing up and leaving to go on another bender.

You made up some phony excuse to college about there being a death in the family and you needing to go abroad to attend the funeral and help keep things going, and your professor - being the gentle and empathetic soul he was, insisted you take as much time as you needed, but urged you to try and keep at least a little up-to-date on essays, lecture notes and study. Instead, you spent those weeks simply trying to keep your head above water while with each day that your mother didn't come home, you got more and more rapidly concerned of her wellbeing.

That's how you got there: studying in the library at your college. The day previous your mother had finally come home, professing to you vehemently that she wanted to 'change for the better'. She put on her best apologetic face and swore up and down that she'd do better from now on, even offering to do the dishes that night after cooking a less than satisfactory meal for you both, but you didn't believe it before, and you didn't believe it then. Your mother wasn't the woman she was four years ago and you both knew it. She lied, she cheated, she went to any length if it was of any gain for herself. Still, you gave her the benefit of the doubt and feigned belief in her.

Your first morning back after nearly a month started in the only way someone with your lack of luck would; you missed the bus to your college campus after spending just a little to long on your hair, and ended up frantically running after it flailing your arms ridiculously as you missed it by mere seconds. Knowing the bus journey was shorter than the walk, and realising that another bus would take at least another twenty minutes to turn up, you decided to walk, adjusting your usual pace to a slightly more rapid one in order to try and minimise the length of time you'd be late by.

In true fashion - that didn't go as planned either. Walking is easy, right? Nothing can go wrong with that, surely? But no, unlucky you managed to fall and hurt yourself while running across the crossing just a meter or so from the entrance to the campus, nearly getting yourself run over in the process.

Apologising profusely at the driver in the car that nearly just flattened you and going as red as a beetroot, you limped to your lecture, only to find that you were late and the lecture had already started, awkwardly inserting yourself into the room, sitting uncomfortably on a small patch that could barely be considered a seat right at the front, next to someone you'd never spoken to.

After the lecture was over, your professor called you over and addressed the issue of your falling grades, telling you that you risked not making it through your first year, and that you passing the unit you were working on would require a lot of hard work and 'going the extra mile once in a while'. Upon hearing this, you agreed that you had indeed been slacking in your studies and promised to work harder and catch up what you missed, taking your professors suggestion of studying in the library for more peace and quiet and setting yourself up at a computer in the quiet study zone tucked up in the corner.

"..so, I'm sitting there and she's just finished shouting at me in front of the entire class right? I go to speak up and actually answer her and she just points at the door. At this point I'm just so fucking fed up I get up with my all my stuff and leave the room.. She has the nerve to ask me what I'm doing!" you hear someone say from somewhere in the room, followed by laughter at what you deciphered from the little of dialogue you heard, that it must of been a story you would of liked to of heard in full.

It takes all that you have in you to not let out a giggle at the way they said it. For a moment you almost don't realise who it is until you see his trademark swoopy reddish-brown hair through the tiny gap in between the other side of the desk and you, also spotting the leather jacket he so insisted on wearing everywhere, realising it's him.

Don't look over there, he'll see you! your subconscious internally screeches at you as you try to type up your literature essay and consistently lose focus because of the boy sitting directly opposite you, Johnny Seo; one of the most popular, sauve boys in your college, and the boy you happened to absolutely despair about seeing.

It wasn't because you didn't like him (even if he could be one of the most annoying human beings on earth at times) but because you thought he was attractive, very attractive. Every single time you saw him in the hallway to the lecture halls, or you saw him in the canteen eating with his friends you usually just tried to blend in as much as possible to avoid him making any unnecessary observations about you.

But today was different. Today, you couldn't blend in, and today you couldn't ignore him. He was right there in front of you and he wasn't going away anytime soon knowing your luck.

Johnny and you weren't madly in love with each other, or so you thought - and your textbook college crush on him was a slow burner, although one-sided as far as you could tell.

You didn't like him at first, not one bit. No, you really disliked him at first actually. He was the type to be the loudest in the room because of his need to always be the life and soul of the party, and the shining light that everyone marvelled at. Your first encounter was a mix of you remarking on how idiotic you thought he was acting and sounding like, and you trying to figure out what his real motive was.

It was easy to tell that Johnny craved attention, right down to the clothes he wore. Studs, chains, leather, ripped jeans and t-shirts you'd never imagine yourself buying, never mind wearing. He was the bad boy cliché to a tee, and strangely enough, you grew to love it. You would often try and take a peek at the day's outfit just to try and judge how good he was when it came to fashion; turns out, he was surprisingly good at it, and had a talent for knowing what colours really went together, and used that to get the attention he desired.

"Fuck." you absentmindedly slip out upon coming to that realisation. Quickly, you scramble to put your hand to use, covering your own mouth once you register what you just said, and laugh nervously hoping nobody heard you or even worse, saw you.

In that same moment, Johnny peaks his head up at you and lifts his head slightly above the computer screen in front of you to see you properly. He takes a moment to say anything.

"Thinking out loud, hmm?" he confidently observes, eyeing you and shooting you a twinkly grin.

You take a moment to think about how you're going to play this, pondering on if you would you reply genuinely, or opt for the cocky and sarcastic approach you so desperately wanted to try out on him.

There'll be time for sarcasm later on, just say something nice and move on, it's not worth the distraction it'll cause.

Cheerfully grinning back at him, you giggle and nod.

"A bad habit of mine I guess, gets me in all sorts of trouble if I'm not careful." you absently blurt out after not even a moment of reflection, and cock your brow suggestively, laughing at your own words.

Hearing the words that escaped you, Johnny thinks for a second, eyes scanning the desk below him as if somehow it'll help him figure out how to reply appropriately to your statement. You can just see the mental cogs turning in his head as he scrambles in his own mind to come up with a coherent sentence in response. The friend sitting next to him, Mark Lee, makes absolutely no attempt to help him out either which is quite amusing to watch, and if anything he enjoys staring at him the same as you are a little too much by the way he's on verge of absolutely losing his mind in fits of laughter, waiting to see what he'll say next.

"Habits can be grown out of though, right? Thinking less might help, perhaps. You do enough of it in between classes and outside of college." he specifies, seeing him realise what he actually came up with and wishing the words could go straight back into his mouth as soon as they left it.

This intrigues you. Johnny never seemed to notice you before, and you didn't have any classes with him, so how in the name of God did he know any of this? It was true, you were always a very thoughtful person, and spent a lot of time in your own head when you didn't need to be paying attention to much else. It was a trait and a very annoying habit that you'd developed through the years you spent helping your father write his latest article or laying the finishing touches to the latest project that he insisted only you could introduce, and it had stuck with you to this day.

"And how would you know that, Johnny? Come to think of it, I HAVE been seeing a really strange guy following me around campus and down my street, wouldn't happen to be you would it?" you playfully wonder, giggling and waiting to see whether you could make him sweat just a little bit.

Once he hears the whole of your statement, he looks around for any escape from the conversation, immediately realising that once again, his impulsive and cocky nature had gotten the better of him again. He also quickly realises that you're definitely not as unknown to him as he originally theorised, on account for the fact that you knew his name quite clearly.

For you, it brings you to finally realise that you two aren't so different after all, and seeing him murmur to himself and second guess himself gives you the impression he's faking all that confidence that he carries around with him just as much as you are in that situation.

"N-no, of course not! I just really know how to read people, and whenever I see you, you're always deep in thought, you know? I think it's probably quite a virtue to be able to get into that mindset so easily. I really struggle with it as you can see, my mouth runs away with itself. You must have so many thoughts you can just have all to yourself and not ever share." he rambles on, nervously itching at a small cut on his hand and picking at the scab.

Mark looks over at him as he says this, and watches Johnny squirm uncomfortably, laughing a little more outwardly by now, knowing that his best friend is struggling and that he's loving watching it unfold.

"Wish I'd keep some of mine to myself once in a while though." he continues, trailing off into nervous chatter about how he appreciates your ability to be so collected.

At this you can only let out giggles and laughs as he continues to ramble. The realisation springs upon you quite suddenly in the heat of that moment that you're quite interested by him, and that you'd like to get to know him more if he'd let you.

"I get it Johnny, it's nice that you actually notice me to be honest. Many don't." His head immediately tilts to the side and his eyes narrow sharply.

"Many don't? Wow. Well I must be the first one to truly see you for how intriguing you really are y/n. All the other people in this campus must be blind." he pushes out, effortlessly and so charismatically you felt like your cheeks were the colour of roses by now.

Suddenly, a hand slams on the desk and both your focuses turn to Mark, now sitting there with a stern but joking expression on his soft and supple looking exterior.

"I think that's enough flirting for today, hmm Johnny? We have to get back to class anyway, you're in enough trouble as it is." Mark interjects, having Johnny in agreement that they do indeed, need to go back to class now.

Before they leave however, you feel a hand cover your shoulder and caress it in a calming and reassuring fashion.

"Next time, I promise I'll try and make it just the two of us - no Mark to interrupt us. You're far interesting y/n for me to just leave it at that. Plus, I'll probably have more overdue work to finish knowing me, no escape from me then since it looks like you're in the same boat." he chuckles, running his free hand through his crimson locks, knowing he's really testing his luck here.

"Ah, Johnny Seo hinting at a second meeting? That really is an event for the history books. Well maybe, I'll get it all done today just so you have to come looking for me first." you expressed jokingly.

Playfully hitting your arm, Johnny lets out a laugh that you've never heard from him, a laugh that sounds so bouncy and lighthearted you could almost die from how ridiculously adorable it was to you.

"Then it's a date!" he echoes as he walks away, leaving you in a state of shock.

A date?!

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thatmademethink-blog · 2 years

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Here’s a tip

Wow! It appears I’ve had the idea to write my thoughts down somewhere already. It’s been over 5 years since my last post and I was ready to delete them and start fresh. After rereading my old posts, I couldn’t bring myself to remove them as they are still very much the way I think haha!

Over the past 5 years, I’ve learned more than I can describe in a short blog post but I wanted to take some time to discuss a specific topic.

Tipping is an interesting concept to me. This is on my mind because I’ve been tipping a lot lately as I’ve been eating out more than I probably should. And when I say tipping, I mean the extra cash you leave for a waiter or waitress after you finish your meal. I know we’re accustomed to tipping in the US but I don’t know how many other countries participate. When you get the check, how many of you pull out your phones to calculate the 20 percent? In theory, tips are supposed to be a representation of the service you receive. Meaning, if the staff is rude or unaccommodating, they would receive little to no tip. But how many of you still leave a good tip because you feel guilty or wrong, if you don’t?

I suppose for me, tipping is not really about the “20 percent” or even a reflection of the quality of the food or decency of the staff. I see an opportunity to spread “positive energy”. Most of you are familiar with this concept but I put it in quotes to better explain what this idea means to me.

Before I go further, I want to share a little more about myself. Over the last 5 years I’ve had a lot of positive experiences, met a lot of amazing people, grown significantly in my career, and have had relatively decent financial success. I mention this because it’s been a very interesting experience going from having almost no financial freedom to having more than I need. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a millionaire but if I continue down this road, I fully expect to be. I hate the idea of sounding like I’m bragging or arrogant, I’m just giving you the information. In my experience, money and success is NOT what brings fulfillment to your life. You fulfill your life (I’ll get into this more in another post 🙂).

Anyways, the point is that I’ve been struggling to find ways to give back. To circle back to “positive energy”, I’ve been trying to understand how to spread this effectively. It’s more complicated than you might think.

Think of life as a series of dominos. One action creates a result, that result creates a subsequent action and so on, as the dominos fall. Now imagine every other domino is a “good” action/result and the remaining are “bad”. I put good and bad in quotes because these terms are completely subjective and I can’t really define them. But based on a common understanding of these terms, we can conclude that certain actions are overall good and some are bad. Try to recall a good thing that has happened to you recently. Were there any notable “bad” things that happened afterward? How about bad things that resulted in something good? We hear about these all the time. In fact, this is the story of my life in many ways, as I had a relatively difficult childhood, but I relate it directly to the success I have in my life now.

So in the example of our dominos, the context could be your life, and the actions could span years. But the idea is that bad things can trigger a good thing, and a good things can trigger a bad thing. So is a good thing really good if it leads to something bad? And is a bad thing really bad if it leads to something good? These are the questions that keep us up at night! Either way the results of those subsequent actions would switch it back again and the dominos continue to fall that way forever. So is there even such thing as good and bad? Well, that is a question only you can answer.

Now that I’ve adequately digressed from the original topic, let’s bring it back. How do we create “good” or spread positive energy. At the end of the day, we do what feels right to us. Because we can’t calculate the infinite outcomes of our actions. Do you donate to a charity? Do you invest in a company doing good things? Do you hand out money to the people in your life? These are questions I’m starting to ask myself.

When I tip, I never pull out the calculate because I always leave more than enough. The other day, I left $100 tip on a $50 dollar meal because I imagined the look on the waitress’ face when she saw it. How often does she get that? I wanted her to smile and maybe some day, give it back to someone else in some form or another. It’s not about the money, it’s about the sentiment. It’s about the care. You can show your care for someone and make them smile in countless number of ways. I live my life looking for ways to put others first, people that don’t ask for it and don’t expect it. They are often the ones that deserve it the most.

To conclude, these are just my thoughts and ideas. I don’t see myself as “good” or “bad” and I don’t really know anything about life. For better or worse, we’re here. And you made it to the end of this post! Thank you for your time!

#interesting #philosophy #tips #tipping #positivity

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Corona Diaries

2/14 - Fly to Arizona for Grand Canyon and Arielle Bach Party. People in airport are wearing masks. I make a comment to my mom about it, not understanding why people are wearing masks or wondering if they are sick.

3/2 - Patient Zero tests positive for COVID19 in New Rochelle.

3/8 - Our Boss at Schoology tells us we can work from home if we feel more comfortable. We think she’s just being lazy and wants to work from home herself.

3/6 - Comedy show in NYC. Kristin doesn’t feel well and we worry she should stay home incase she has COVID19. We go to the comedy show. The comedian makes jokes about COVID19, we laugh.

3/8 - Eric’s School closes School for the following week. I make a comment to him that that’s overkill and a “private school privilege”. All other schools will eventually close of course.

3/11 - Mom flies to Madrid.

3/12 - National Pandemic Announced & Trump Announces Travel Ban between US/Europe. Cuomo declares State of Emergency in New York.

3/13 - Mom flies home from Madrid to NY after Mara books back up flight for Mom from Madrid to London. Mom spent $1400 to spend not even a full day in Madrid, goes back to the airport with thousands of panicked Americans, gets off stand by and comes home. Mara comes over to greet mom and give her some food, flowers, and company.

3/14 - Mara works remotely indefinitely, office shuts down until at least April 7th. Mara and Eric do the NYT crossword, hike the Masters trails with Winnie, and Mara and Eric go to Japanese Restaurant with Susan, Jeff, and Matt. Restaurants will soon close. Earlier in the day Mara goes to Larchmont to check in on mom, goes for a walk with mom and Winnie, and meets up with Kristin, Kevin, and Zoey at Central School.

3/15 - Mara goes to Larchmont and goes to Manor park with Shanni, Maddy, Liana, and Nicole and Nicole’s dog Remy.

3/16 - Mara works from home. Luckily Peloton bike was delivered last week just before the store closures began. At this point all Spin Studios and Gyms shut down. Mara and Eric cook butternut squash risotto and parmesan asparagus. De Blasio announces that NYC Public Schools are closed. Meals will be served at food centers.

3/17 - Eric and Mara are watching Sex Education. Mara Eric and Susan go on trail hike with Winnie.

3/18 - Mara Hallie Eric Winnie trail walk with Winnie. Mara Zoom date with high school friends.

3/19 - Zoom date with MK, Jana, Jason.

3/20 - Mom comes over for trail walk with Winnie and we cook the Shrimp Pasta dish with brussel sprouts.

3/21 - Peloton bike, talked to Elise on the phone, walked to tennis courts to play tennis with Eric’s family. The Masters courts are shut down due to Corona. Dinner at Eric’s family’s house. We sat at the dining room table to spread out. Mara played Ping Pong with Matt.

3/22 - Mara ran 3 miles, used Peloton, went to Larchmont to work on Obama NYT puzzle with mom.

3/23 - Monday, Peloton, worked from home, played SET with Eric, cooked a big salad.

3/24 - Run, work, tennis with Jodi, visited mom, Video session with Aubrey, Elise, Kelly

3/25 - Peloton, work from home, went on walk to store, no one was there and everyone in masks. Order in sushi. Video date with MHS friends. We started a CS team fitness challenge today since no one is moving since only home!

3/26 - Didn’t sleep because reading too much news and it’s so sad. US now has more cases than any other country (82k), NY has 37k cases, and the news is really grim. Had my virtual performance review and got a 3% raise, went on a 7 mile run but tripped on a rock and got hurt, played tennis with Jodi, then went to my mom’s and cooked dinner. I feel scared every time I go to my mom’s house in fear that I’m bringing the virus into her home. A lot of my mom’s coworkers have tested positive for COVID-19. Deccico’s is doing a great job with their grocery store (limiting number of people in store, making people wait outside 6 feet apart, mandated gloves, sanitizing shopping carts, glass wall at check out. Stop and shop is not doing much and so people haven’t been going. Trader Joes NYC closed because too many employees tested positive. Everyone is panicked and at this point it is hard to imagine life going back to normal. Even if legally it goes back to normal, everyone is absolutely terrified of other humans. Everything about this is unprecedented and unimaginable. Trump is a moron. It hurts to think about how much better handled this might have been with Obama. The 2020 Presidential Election is essentially at a standstill, no one going to primary elections, very curious what will happen, will we even be able to vote in November? Bernie and Biden left, Biden in the lead, but Biden is hardly speaking up about Covid-19. It’s been fulfilling to work at Schoology during this time as we are making a real difference in virtual learning and our school districts are eternally grateful. Side note––Amazon is hardly even running! They’ve cut down on their hours and employees, and the average wait on PRIME is 30 days!!! I am going to sleep at my mom’s tonight.

3/27 - Ended up sleeping at my mom’s on Thursday night. Took a work meeting from my mom’s then went back home. First dropped off my right AirPod at a FedEx drop off but you had to touch the box. Tried to do a Peloton class at home but Winnie got into my medicine bag and we found her with an empty laxative and ambien pill container. We took her to emergency vet and had them induce vomiting. We were terrified we killed her. Turns out she didn’t eat any pills and we ended up finding all of the pills when we got back from vet. Poor Winnie. Silly $300 at vet. Pet insurance is dumb because it has such a high deductible. I then went on a walk with Winnie because it was 64 degrees out. Eric and I cooked a fancy meatloaf for dinner and finished Sex Education. I made a lovely cocktail.

3/28 - Weekends don’t feel all that different from weekdays. Trump is discussing a mandatory quarantine on all New York residents since there are now 45,000 confirmed cases (many more unconfirmed). Reading the news is scary and I have been trying to limit it at night because it gives me insomnia and anxiety. Most of my friends aren’t seeing their parents at all. It’s gross out today. I did a few Peloton classes and started Little Fires Everywhere. It was a book turned into a movie but because movies are closed they released it as a TV series on Hulu. Just stepped out of the house for the first time today to take Winnie on a short walk. My team at Schoology is doing a fitness challenge to get some steps in because it’s HARD to find reasons to move! We were going to go to the Shear’s for dinner tonight but Susan had a headache this morning so to be safe we aren’t going. This is the crazy world we are currently living in. I’ve been mostly only wearing sports bras not real bras. We have not been able to locate lysol wipes in weeks. Note to self, I’d like to add some photos here because this really is all so unprecedented and it’s hard to put into words the craziness.

3/29 - Working out every day but gaining weight. Watched Little Fires Everywhere - LOVE it. Gross day out. Peloton inside. Zoom Call with Kristin, Oliver, Parker, Mom. Went on a walk around the apartment. Weekends are worse than week days because no work to do.

3/30 - Work is crazy because Schoology crashed since too many people on the platform. Did lots of Peloton Spin. Amanda moved her wedding to 2021. We are very worried about ours. I haven’t been sleeping. Went to visit mom with Winnie in afternoon for a walk. Passed neighbor Kelly but we couldn’t let her pet Winnie because not supposed to have other people pet your dog. We had a meeting with the Rabbi for our wedding. She is hopeful for July because she can’t stand the thought of not being able to send her kids to sleep-away camp haha. Started this dumb show Tiger King, everyone is watching it. About a man who keeps tigers in his house.

3/31 - Schoology crashed again. Too many users. Work has been busy but fulfilling though because we are so important right now, been nice to connect with my clients. It’s been hard working full days though I take breaks to work out and to do chores so I’m a bit all over the place. Went to the post office today to return a dress for my mom because I won’t let her go, all stood 6 feet apart and I feel scared to breathe in public now. It’s so bad in NY and the Daily Podcast is scaring me.

4/1 - Work has been stressful because of the Schoology outages because everyone is doing school on Schoology now. Went to Deccico’s at lunch to do a big grocery shopping (we are trying to limit grocery store to once max twice per week since it’s unsafe to go). I wore a t-shirt as a bandana to cover my mouth, tried to keep sunglasses on, and wore a glove on my right hand (left hand was for my phone to see the shopping list). The line was wrapped around the entire corner and I ended up waiting 45 minutes. You have to be really careful to stand at least 6 feet behind the person in front of you. It was a bit overwhelming because we had such a long shopping list (also doing groceries for my mom), and they were out of a lot. I couldn’t find bread, orange juice, turkey, etc. Also have not seen lysol wipes in weeks. Unfortunately. I ended up being gone for an hour and a half and couldn’t even finish the shopping. Went to Stop & Shop after to finish the list. No one is going to Stop & Shop because they aren’t doing as good of a job with cleanliness protocol so it’s far less crowded. Under isolation I am 1) becoming a chef with Eric, we are cooking so much! 2) working out a lot and incorporating more floor workouts and strength training 3) drinking almost daily… 4) eating A LOT!!!!! Getting fit + gaining weight at the same time. Today was Greg Lesser’s birthday, so we had socially distant drinks on our lawn, I have a funny picture of all of us sitting that I’ll post above. During the happy hour, Caitlin Casey wanted to use our bathroom so she stepped inside, we deliberated if it was okay. I was too close to the door when she opened it and she alarmingly stepped back, no one gets that close anymore. Winnie turned 9 months today. A few other notes: our Election Primary has been moved to end of June. I will have to likely cancel my bachelorette party. Schoology already closed our office through April 30, with optional WFH through May 31st. I interviewed Hong Kong American School tonight, as they’ve been remote for months. They almost went back to school but when folks came back to China they brought COVID19 with them so now they are back to isolation.

4/6 - We decided to stop going over to Eric’s family’s house because it’s making us anxious and there are four of them and Eric’s mom is still going to the hospital. I got an actual mask and have started wearing it to the store and I feel a lot more safe. It was a beautiful day today, 62 and sunny. I went to my mom’s house and worked from her patio. Then I went on a distanced walk with Winnie and Shanni and then Winnie and Caroline. I’m getting used to working fully remote, I can’t even imagine commuting in at this point.

4/7 - Here are a few things I’m grateful for during this time. Eric, a supportive and loving partner. We get along so well and find a great balance between hanging out together and being independent, so we haven’t been sick of each other at all. Our spacious apartment and easy access to green space and outdoors and running paths. Winnie, truly the love of our life, she is just a saint and we can’t imagine life without her. And the fact that we have a “home gym” ie Peloton, exercise mat, and weights. These four things make this experience far more manageable. And of course the fact that we are both still employed and that our families are still healthy.

4/11 - Went on a walk with friends in LeatherStocking Trail in Larchmont. Was a bit crowded and narrow which wasn’t good. We ran into a random boy from our high school who immediately picked up Winnie. (We aren’t letting people pet Winnie due to Corona but I didn’t act quick enough to stop it). Anyway, turns out his brother who he LIVES with has Corona. Which means he probably has it too. And he was out on a walk not social distancing and PET MY DOG!!! I was absolutely livid.

4/15 - Cuomo requires all people wear masks in public in NYC. Cuomo says likely that there will be no large gatherings through the summer. Very sad about the wedding. Colleges are making online learning plans for the fall just incase.

4/28 - Silver lining of quarantine: I get to hear Eric’s work, not just his teaching but his deanship how eloquently and professionally he handles parent conversations, managing faculty that’s older than he is, and student situations. He is currently leading a parent forum book discussion on the book White Fragility on race and whiteness

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FROM AFAR - CHAPTER 14

I knew it was for the best. It was all for the sake of our friendship, besides, Lauren still had a boyfriend and I could only imagine what her mind looked like at the time. I just knew I wanted her to feel comfortable with whatever she decided to do with her life. I even offered help even though I knew she wouldn’t take it, not from me and especially not from one of my friends she didn’t even know. Maybe Lauren was discovering her sexuality now, or maybe she was just curious, maybe she felt lonely, perhaps it was just me, and Paul, of course. People need help with that, they need to talk and vent, I knew it from experience.

I was still confused though, it was like I finally got a much needed closure to the ‘more than friendship’ chapter of our story but I didn’t know what to do from now on. I promised her that our friendship wasn’t gonna change but I knew me, I knew it would be weird being around her after everything we had said to each other and that I couldn’t help it. I literally can’t fake anything even if it was for the best, in my case. What would it be like when I’d find myself alone with Lauren again? Of course we were still friends, really good friends, but I was still a human with hormones and feelings that got a taste of reciprocity, but it was taken away too soon, like a free sample at a supermarket. It was done just as fast as it begun. But only this time I couldn’t buy Lauren’s love, I got a taste of it but I couldn’t have it all.

I was accustomed to being with Lauren all the time, to sleep in her bed and we took care of each other, and then I felt like I couldn’t do those things anymore, not in the same way that it was before. I would fight the weirdness with all my power though, because I had a promise to fulfill and a beautiful friendship to maintain. I just didn’t know how long it would take and how Lauren would take it, that’s why I made sure to emphasize that to her.

Why was I feeling so sad? I knew it would happen sooner or later, I’ve always known even before Skrillex. Whatever was happening had an expiration date, and despite my hopes that maybe the universe was really looking at me this time and things could actually work once in my life, I knew it, we were doomed from the start.

The next day was a friday, a weekday where we had our schedules arranged so we had time to eat lunch together. Until now everything was fine because I didn’t see Lauren in the morning, I could pretend in texts, that I could do. What I could not do was face her and pretend I was okay and not embarrassed at all. She didn’t do anything wrong really, she didn’t do anything that I didn’t agree with and would do it myself if she hadn’t. But that’s just how my brain works and I know it’s fucking stupid but I also know that I can’t help it. I was dreading that encounter like was heading to complete my death sentence, but at the same time I had promised her that I would try to act normal, so I had to go. Besides, Ally and Dinah would be there, still oblivious to our conversation from the night before and they didn’t deserve to get stuck in our mess.

I was the first to get there, with my sweaty hands I just wanted to be anywhere but in that room. Less than ten minutes later Ally was putting her keys on the table followed by a very quiet Lauren.

“Hello,” Ally greeted me like she always did and proceeded to get her plate. Lauren did the same and the most I could do was put a tight lipped smile on my face. Gosh, Lauren hasn’t been in the room for ten seconds and I already could cut the tension with a knife. Why do I have to be like that and why couldn’t I do anything about it? It was like my body and mind were paralyzed, in total panic alert sending wrong signals to my muscles.

Dinah came in short after that and then we all were seated to eat our food. I couldn’t look at her, I couldn’t even glance her way without my heart starting to pound forcefully in my chest. I couldn’t face her but I could see her sad expressions, I could even feel it and I hoped the girls couldn’t see it because they too were quieter than the normal and it’d be make everything more uncomfortable if I knew they knew, you know what I mean? Lauren and I were quieter than usual, even though she was trying to engage in a conversation just like her normal self would, and was doing a much better job than me at that. I just wanted to get it over with. Finish my meal, get the hell out of there and head to class, and that’s what I did. I felt bad, I was feeling bad because of everything and I felt bad for being such a weirdo and that clearly was affecting Lauren, as is she didn’t have enough on her plate, and could possibly be affecting the other girls too. I had to do something.

Camila (1:58 pm): you there?

Lauren (2:00 pm): yes!

Camila (2:01 pm): are you ok?

Lauren (2:01 pm): i think so

Lauren (2:02 pm): i’m talking to the girls about us right in this moment

Camila (2:03 pm): i could’ve sworn you had done it already

Camila (2:04 pm): i’m sorry for today

Camila (2:04 pm): i think it was pretty weird

Camila (2:04 pm): seriously, i’m sorry

Lauren (2:04 pm): yeah, me too

Lauren (2:04 pm): relax

Lauren (2:04 pm): you said it was gonna be like this in the beginning

Camila (2:04 pm): i told you it was gonna be like this, but i’m gonna change

Camila (2:04 pm): i’m sorry, i’m so sorry

Camila (2:04 pm): i can see you’re not okay

Camila (2:04 pm): and that’s especially because of me

Camila (2:04 pm): that’s the last thing i wanted

Lauren (2:06 pm): don’t worry camz, really

Lauren (2:06 pm): it’s not your fault, you know it

Camila (2:09 pm): it is if i’m hurting you, because of this thing of not being normal

Camila (2:09 pm): it’s gonna pass

Camila (2:10 pm): you can’t even imagine how much i want to see you well

Camila (2:10 pm): i’m sorry

Lauren (2:19 pm): you’re not doing anything, i’m trying to understand myself

Lauren (2:19 pm): i promise

Lauren (2:19 pm): and i know that! because that’s the same i want for you

Lauren (2:19 pm): but don’t worry

Lauren (2:19 pm): it’s not your fault

Camila (2:20 pm): :( :(

Camila (2:20 pm): you don’t need to understand yourself now

Camila (2:20 pm): these things take time

Camila (2:20 pm): don’t beat yourself up, it’s gonna come on the right time

Camila (2:20 pm): stay calm

Camila (2:21 pm): don’t put pressure on yourself, it’s only gonna make you suffer

Lauren (2:30 pm): i know :( but i can’t stop thinking you know? it’s all fresh

Lauren (2:30 pm): but everything is gonna be fine!

Things wouldn’t be magically back to normal but I was feeling better already, that must be because of the amount of times I had apologized to Lauren. And that meant things were going to get better from now on, slowly but surely get better. Dinner was less awkward than lunch, I still couldn’t look directly at her but it was definitely better.

Lauren (6:37 pm): is everything okay?

Camila (6:45 pm): yep

Lauren (6:45 pm): your face was telling me otherwise

Camila (6:49 pm): it must be because i had just woken up

Camila (6:49 pm): i’m pretty good actually

Camila (6:49 pm): i promise

Lauren (6:51 pm): if you say so

Camila (6:54 pm): you?

Camila (6:54 pm): if you wanna watch something today, i’m okay with it

Lauren (6:56 pm): i’m better, went to the gym to distract a little bit

Lauren (6:56 pm): yes we can watch something, i think the girls aren’t feeling like getting together today haha

Lauren (6:57 pm): tell me when i can show up? i’ll bring chinese i have left

Camila (6:57 pm): we can ask them

Camila (6:57 pm): i have to clean but i’m practicing guitar now

Camila (6:57 pm): it will take a while

Lauren (6:58 pm): mmhmm

Lauren (6:58 pm): i’m watching a movie

Lauren (6:58 pm): just tell me when you’re good to go

Camila (7:02 pm): sure

I was really feeling better, I wasn’t lying to her. And I was glad we were slowly going back to our routine and it was just the first day. It was still a little off as I tried not to touch Lauren as much as I used to and just concentrate on whatever we were watching. I’m sure she was doing the same and we both were committed to go back to our friendship. How long would that take I wasn’t sure, but it looked like it wouldn’t take as much as I thought it would, the awkwardness was dissipating without us even realize.

#UPDATE #series #AU #slash #camren #angst drama #romance fluff #submission #FROM AFAR

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