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spideyharrington · 2 years

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I Melt With You

summary: you and steve decide to watch a horror movie, but your anxiety gets the best of you in the middle of the night.

warnings: anxiety, non-descriptive anxiety attack, spooky movie, other than that this is just Fluff

A/N: this has absolutely nothing to do with the song by Modern English, i just thought it’d be cute. feel free to listen to the song while you read part of it though. it’s a very lovely song :)

word count: 1.7k

You and Steve had been having sleepovers since you were kids. Hell, you’ve been best friends since the end of elementary school. Granted highschool was a rough patch given Steve’s parents became even less involved in their son’s life and he fell into the wrong crowd and became “king steve”, you stuck by his side. You even had to help him through his first heartbreak with Nancy Wheeler. God you still hated her for that.

Tonight you were sleeping over at Steve’s again. He decided to rent A Nightmare on Elm Street. You were usually really good with horror movies, but this one seemed to toy with your anxiety quite a bit. But of course you hid it as best you could, fearing you’d seem dramatic if you asked him to turn it off.

But, Steve being your friend for the past several years and being the attentive person he is, he noticed something was a bit off. So he turned to you worried and asked, “hey, you alright? If this is too much I can turn it off.”

“No, no. It’s ok.”

“You sure? You seem a little anxious.”

“I’m not anxious Steve,” you’re a very bad liar.

“Y/n… You’ve been fidgeting with your hand, and mine might I add, for the last forty minutes. Unless there’s something else bothering you?” The soft and concerned expression written on his face made you melt a bit.

You removed your hand from his, blushing. You hadn’t noticed that you picked up his hand and started nervously toying with his fingers. You shyly responded, “sorry. Just a bit tired I guess. But we can finish the movie. It’s fine I promise.”

He immediately missed the feeling of your hand delicately playing with his own. And he knew you were lying and that you knew he knew. But he also knew that if you really needed to stop it, you trusted him enough to tell him. Or at least he hoped you did.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Steve. You just had this constant fear of seeming dramatic over small things that make you anxious. You knew he wouldn’t judge you and that he’d turn it off as soon as you asked, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to. So you sat through the last hour or so of the movie. You knew you’d end up avoiding bathtubs for quite awhile after this movie.

When it ended, you and Steve argued about who would take his bed and who would get the couch for a solid ten minutes. Eventually you caved and let him take the couch. He insisted that it was a comfortable couch, but you’ve slept on it enough to know that that was total bullshit.

After chatting for another hour and saying goodnight, you headed upstairs to his room. It was comforting, being wrapped up in his scent, but it still felt incomplete without him. He had a way of calming your anxiety, and his scent certainly helped, but you wished he was physically in here with you to calm your nerves.

You tried your hardest to fall asleep and after two hours you finally did. Only to wake up about thirty minutes later, halfway to having a full blown anxiety attack. You felt so stupid being this anxious over some cheesy horror movie. But the thought of being able to be murdered by some monster in your dreams was terrifying. And after everything you and your friends had been through, it really didn’t seem all that far fetched.

You couldn’t calm yourself down so you decided to go downstairs to Steve. This wasn’t something you’d typically decide to do, but your brain was so clouded by different anxieties that this didn’t seem like a bad idea at all. The fear of Freddy Krueger much stronger than your fear of rejection from Steve at the moment.

You stood in front of him for a moment before saying ‘fuck it’ and laying down on the couch with him. burying your head in his chest, trying to use his warmth, heart beat, and intense scent to calm you down. He stirred a bit and wrapped his arms around you protectively to keep you from accidentally falling off the couch. This reaction made your heart jump before you felt your heart beat slow down just a tad.

Once Steve felt you shiver, he opened his eyes. Fully registering what was happening. He would be in complete shock over you being in his arms if he wasn’t more focused on your shivering figure and your racing heart that he could feel.

“Y/n? Y/n what’s wrong?” He sounded panicked even though he tried not to.

“Anxiety.” Was really all you could say right now. Too busy shivering from your entire body going cold. You really hated your brain sometimes.

“It’s ok… I got you dove.” He buried his face in your hair and held you tighter as he rubbed soothing circles on your back and threw the blanket above him over the both of you.

You were almost immediately calmed down. Taking a deep breath as you focused on the feeling of being so close to him.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled into his chest

He pulled back some to look at you and furrowed his brows with a frown on his face, “for what?”

“Being dramatic. It was a stupid movie. It shouldn’t have had that much of an effect on me. And for coming down here and waking you up and bothering you-“

“Hey, hey, hey. None of that,” He cut you off, ”you’re not dramatic. Anxiety can spin up over anything. You can’t help what makes you anxious. And don’t you ever apologize for waking me up when you’re having an attack. You know I’m here for you. I don’t care where I am or what damn time it is. If you need me, you come get me. It’s what I’m here for, ok? I care about you. Like an enormous amount. So don’t ever feel like you’re bothering me, yeah?”

You couldn’t help but tear up a little. What did you do to deserve him?

“What did you do to deserve me? I should be asking what I did to deserve you.” He laughed softly.

“I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” You laughed nervously.

“Well you shouldn’t be thinking that in the first place. You are amazingly sweet and caring and kind hearted-“

“Steve, those are all basically the same thing.” You cut him off laughing. God he loved your laugh.

“Yeah well, you’re really just that nice. It also doesn’t hurt that you’re incredibly adorable.” He smiled genuinely at you.

You blushed, “oh shut up Harrington! Now you’re just being silly.”

“Hey, I’m being serious! Like earlier when you got nervous and picked up my hand to fidget with it. Adorable.”

“So what I’m hearing is Steve Harrington likes it when I hold his hand.” You grin.

It was his turn to blush, “I will not agree or deny,” he smiled back, “and for the record, that movie freaked me out too. I was kinda hoping you’d ask me to turn it off.”

“Oh yeah?” You giggled.

“Steve Harrington can face off against demogorgon’s and demodog’s and mind flayer’s with nothing but a bat with some nails in it, but he draws the line at a monster in a movie huh?” You tease.

“Y’know what y/l/n?”

“What Harrington?” Your smile was starting to hurt your cheeks.

“I could just make you go back upstairs and sleep alone in the big room where said monster could come and haunt your dreams.” He widened his eyes to be dramatic at the last part of his sentence.

“You wouldn’t dare!” You feigned hurt.

“Alright, you’re right I wouldn’t. But I am going to request that we both go up there. There’s no way we could both sleep down here without falling. And I don’t think you wanna sleep on the floor.”

You blushed, but nodded and stood up. You both went up stairs and got comfortable. He was laying on his back and you ended up laying on his chest, picking up his hand that was resting on his stomach and playing with it.

“You ok?” He looked down, a bit concerned when you started fidgeting.

“Steve…” You didn’t answer his question, which made him nervous.

“…Yeah?”

“Do you like me?” You didn’t dare look up at him.

“Of course I do. What kind of question-“

“You know what I mean Steve.” You continued to fidget with his hand, but he stopped you by lacing his fingers through yours and squeezing your hand lightly.

This caused you to look up, curious with butterflies having a rave in your stomach.

“As I said, of course I do. I have since you stuck by me through my highschool douchebag phase. And since you helped me through the breakup. I realized then that maybe I actually loved you before that. I think maybe you’ve always been… The one or whatever. It just took me a few mistakes to realize it.”

You were too stunned to speak for a minute, “this isn’t a dream right? You’re not secretly Freddy trying to get to me to kill me are you?”

Steve chuckled before asking your question back at you, “do you… Do you like me?”

“Of course I do Steve. Have since elementary school.” You looked back down at the hand you were still messing with.

He used his free hand to lift your chin up. He looked into your eyes like he was watching the most breathtaking movie. Then he slowly leaned towards you. You shared a soft, yet passionate kiss. One that made you feel like you’ve never really been kissed before. It made Steve feel like every kiss before you was just warming up for the real thing.

“Sorry I didn’t do that sooner.”

“I’m glad we sat through the movie. Even though I had to go through an anxiety attack, it was pretty worth this.” You smiled before kissing him again.

Soon you both fell asleep, both of you feeling safe in the others arms. Both of you knowing that not even Freddy Krueger himself could hurt you when you were together.

#stranger things fic #stranger things season 4 #stranger things 4 #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fic #steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington comfort #steve harrington x anxious!reader

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lara-jaul · 1 year

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Let me use this space to clarify something for myself. And just to have a space to come to terms with my sexuality.

My whole life, I’ve been a child/teenager/ young adult that was always not in the “in group”. Never one of the popular kids but I also had some friends.

It started with my switch from elementary school where suddenly it was not cool for a girl to play with the boys anymore. Kindergarten and elementary school were for me the time where I mostly had boy friends and hung with them a lot. Lots of wrestling and rough housing with them in the breaks.

However once I went to middle school (5th grade and a different school) suddenly what I was doing was not welcomed anymore? My flower pants and very bubbly personality was suddenly uncool and the boys all did not want to hang with girls anymore. However the girls also did not really wanna hang with me.

I found some friends but was bullied pretty harshly from 5th-7th grade which escalated in a video being uploaded that was called “fat pig learns dancing!!!!” I never saw it but an old friend from another school in the district had. After that it was fine but I never really got the whole crush thing and just pushed all my feelings (or feelings I was supposed to have) und a friend of my brother I knew would never like me.

I went to an exchange year in a different European country (15-16y) and when I got back I downloaded my first dating app (too young), as I never had been approached by a guy in real life. I got pressured into doing thing sexually I did not want but did not have the courage to say no.

I had switched schools for the last three years and in all that time I went on a lot of first dates but nothing ever developed. My mom even told me one movie night that it was fine for me to like girls. Which, thanks mom, but I didn’t? At least I didn’t think so.

Fast forward a little. Went to college. Covid happen and my exchange semester in the USA fell through and I went to the UK instead. Before I left I actually had my first boyfriend and my first time. After I got back (and after quarantine) I saw him again and only a few days after reuniting I had a meltdown at night in the bathroom cause I did not want him to touch me anymore. Another couple of days and I break up. All fine no worries. I finish my last semester for my bachelor and move to the same European country I had my Highschool exchange in for my masters. My plan: fuck half o the city.

I arrive and just decided to give up on ever finding a boyfriend (and my dream is to have a family, so that was kinda devastier when I decided that). I go on lots of dates, have my first one night stand (it was pretty bad). I think back on my pretty short life and think: maybe I do like girls?

So I switch my tinder to also look at girls. At that point I was really not sure if I was into girls but I made that clear right from the start so everyone involved knew what they were getting into. I even got to talking with one girl pretty intensely. However, only two weeks after I arrived I had a date with a guy and the 1st date lasted 23h. One week later we were together.

I had never been happier, got a fresh new start in the country I want to spend the rest of my life in, had amazing roommates, and a boyfriend who was just there. He put me first, listened to me, did not tell me my health problems with the sun were imaginary, and he became the person who I knew I could tell everything to and he would listen. And understand but also set me straight if I was on the wrong.

Another year passes till this fall. I am in my 3rd semester of my master and had just left my physio. I was Waking to my bus station when I see a woman in front of me in the tightest leather pants I have ever seen and with the greatest ass. I was so mesmerized I walked by my bus station… I had not thought about my preferences since I got together with my bf. This was the first time I was looking at a woman my thought process was not: “Gosh that woman is hot! Look at those breasts… Of course I don’t like them on her! I want to look LIKE her. I do not LIKE her.” I just went “huh… yeah holy shit I am attracted to women…”.

That was a couple of months ago now. And I had been thinking about thinks since then. Did this change me? Did this change my relationship with the most amazing human being I have ever met? Was I only attracted to women, or would I also want to be romantically involved with them? I did what I have done a lot in the last year: I just talked to my bf. And I realized that, yes I would not be opposed to being romantically involved with a woman. But I also will not ever want to leave my bf. So does this revelation of my awakened sexuality change anything? How would I even define that?

For me personally it just changed how I look at things. Like, I don’t know if I am bi, pan or something else entirely? But does it matter to define it? I would still want to be together with my bf if he decides to not be identifying as a man (not that he plans to, but you never know). I love him, the person he is.

So this is how I found out I was queer. Does it matter? No. Do I think that I don’t really have any right to discuss queer problems? Kinda. I am a cis woman who passes as a cis woman in a relationship with a cis man. I live in a Country that is one of the highest rated countries for gender equality and acceptance of differing sexualities. But for me personally it just clicked and it made me so much happier to have figured this out. It does not change my life style, my relationship, or anything.

I won’t come out, I might just let it slip sometimes here or there, but I just wanted to rant/talk about this somewhere. And what better place than my nearly non-existent blog on tumblr.

#personal story #sorry for the rant #long reads #late night thoughts #queer

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zukuist · 3 years

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in the moment [hcs]

“they are desperate for help when admirers swarm them, and they choose to seek for your assistance”

fandom/s : 僕のヘロアカデミア // boku no hero academia (bnha)

includes: h. shinsō, k. bakugō, i. midoriya

your name is shortened to y/n, last name is shortened to l/n gender neutral, use of the pretend lover trope, they’re actually pining.

further note: yes i’ve been gone for more than a week, and yes it’s because of school. i promise i’ll be posting more!!

REQUESTS ;; OPEN !!

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shinsō hitoshi

finds it super annoying

and this is coming from him, someone that’s not easy to irritate

he’s conscious and aware that people find him attractive (which for some reason, he still questions why)

eventually, admirers are bound to appear like it or not, but they’re not this insistent as this girl, nope.

shinsō has never experienced something like this, in his entire life.

noriko was a familiar face, but not in the best way for shinsō hitoshi.

she used to be one of those girls that’d band wagon with her opinions. whenever people were hostile towards him

she would be hostile too

but as soon as everyone started finding him attractive, she’d change too.

and it’s.. a mess. what more when he himself is pining on someone that’s not noriko

let alone, a student from class 1-A?

and it’s not like he could brainwash her into leaving him alone

as soon as she would be released by his quirk, she’d tell everyone what he did. therefore, leaving that out of the many solutions

and now he’s backed up into a corner, with her chasing him all across the hallways.

he can only hope for a solution.

— scene —

“this is ridiculous..” taking another turn in the hallway, shinsō mutters to himself quietly, the sleep deprived student can still hear her shrill voice

and by ‘her’, he’s referring to the admirer that has been tailing him down ever since the day had started.

“there are times like this where i wished i didn’t care about looking villainous” is what he’s really thinking. damn quirk stereotypes, and curse him for not having a quirk like iida tenya

“what.. are you doing?” was he lucky, or unlucky? it just so happened to be that he bumped into y/n l/n, out of all people

“i’m in a bit of a situation,” his palm rests against his nape, and he has to hope that you get the message, when noriko’s nearly deafening voice cuts through the air

“you’re quite popular with the ladies, huh?” you joke, and shinsō would’ve laughed if he wasn’t being trailed down.

“as much as i—”

“there you are !” noriko exclaims, slightly out of breath from the insistent chase, “you still haven’t answered !”

“i have, and i said no.” he makes his intentions concrete, compared to earlier (which was a mistake) when he rejected her in the nicest way he could’ve done so, but it wasn’t enough to make her quit.

“well earlier, you’ve said you appreciated it !” the whine pains both of your ears, and you contemplate if you should just grab his hand, and make a run for it.

but, she’d just chase you down again. so maybe not.

“yes, but i also said i can’t accept your feelings.” in instinct, he backs up so he could stand next to you, and he looks at you with his own style of desperation, which was obviously different than noriko’s desperation.

“i happen to be taken.” shinsō claims, hooking his hand along yours. which might’ve been done because he’s desperate, but could’ve been done because he wanted to

getting the motive, you lock away your shock, and play along, accepting his touch.

“i don’t believe you.” noriko blurts, “you two look like best friends more than anything. i’m not stupid !”

you didn’t think it would have to resort to this.

with not much of a thought, you grabbed shinsō by the collar, and smashed your lips together. his lips are warmer than you’ve anticipated, the distinct taste of coffee makes you lean into him further. while at first taken aback, shinsō decides to accept the act by pushing you even closer to him

you let go, deciding it was enough, and when you stare back at noriko, tears dotting at her waterline, and she sputters in humiliation and rejection.

“i never liked you anyway !” she uses as a defense, before storming off. the both of you feel a sense of relief when her figure turns at the end of the hallway

“sorry for kissing you like that. it was kind of in the moment,”

shinsō chuckles, “didn’t expect our first kiss to be like that.”

“well, there are more opportunities to come for you, you’re quite popular.” you tease, and shinsō flicks your forehead in retaliation. in return, you hiss at the sudden sting of pain.

“we’ll have more opportunities when i take you out for lunch on saturday.” he pats you on the shoulder, before he presses a quick real kiss on your cheekbone.

bakugō katsuki

also finds it super annoying. actually, he might as well just fight them and move on.

bakugō knows it well that he’s.. well-known, for all the right and wrong reasons

but what he doesn’t know is that he’s also known for his good looks, rough and boyish in nature.

so eventually, there’ll be that one brave and fearless soul that’ll take one for the team. or even two, or three.

he hates it. doesn’t his aura and demeanor alone scare off all of the suitors?

since when were they super persistent, smh.

it didn’t help that he was trying to drown and suffocate his feelings down the pipeline.

because curse bakugō katsuki for having normal, teenage feelings. he had other important things in life, right?

but he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d ever confess to him like that

(not that it would happen any time soon. you were too busy being a tough training partner)

but everything aside, he wishes that people would just take the hint already.

because ignoring doesn’t help all the time.

the girl named fumiko would be a dreadful sight he’d be constantly reminded of.

from his shoe locker being flooded with love letters that speak nothing to him, and to the obnoxious commentary on his looks

he’d think that they were just harassing him to get a reaction, but bakugō katsuki will remain unbothered!

but he spoke too soon, because he was approached directly right after his late training session.

—scene—

bakugō hates it

he hates extras, he hates being outshined, and he hates distractions. what more was there to dislike in the world? everything clearly.

he can handle things properly, and with that tough demeanor of his, and he definitely doesn’t need a quick and easy solution, from the girl that’s glued to his side.

he told himself that a persistent extra is nothing, he can just simply ignore them and look at them, like how he always looks at useless pebbles, and they’d go away. but clearly not this girl

“get off, you fucking extra” he pushes her off, grabbing his water bottle and immediately storming off, but it doesn’t convince fumiko (he learned her name unfortuantely) to finally lay off.

“c’mon katsuki! this would’ve all been over if you just went out with me!”

bakugō can’t hide the cringe on his face, hearing his first name, ugh. he doesn’t know how she found out about his late training sessions, considering that she wasn’t in his class or class 1-b

he doubts that he’d run into anyone at this hour, they’d be all in the common room, and he did say that he wanted all of them to ‘fuck off’. but luck does work in mysterious ways.

“..what’re you doing here?” he questions, clearly surprised by your presence, and his frustration would’ve disappeared at that exact mom“dinner’s almost ready. actually, why do you look so.. alarmed? is there a villain?—”

his palms are starting to sweat, and it’s not because of his training, or because of the girl that won’t leave him alone. “no! fuck no. okay, there’s just some shitty extra that’s been following me around like some obsessed freak.”

you decide to be smug, “i knew there was going to be a brave soul out there, ready to sacrifice themselves.” you rest your hand on your left side, like it was heart warming, but the blond is not amused with your gesture.

“right, right!” you hold your hands up, surrendering. “okay, what do you want me to do?”

“just don’t say a fucking thing.” you can hear foot steps get closer and closer to the both of you, and in a hurry, he pushes you closer to him, the smell of caramel evading your senses.

before you could even say a word, he kisses you. it’s rough, and it makes you feel warm, and it’s definitely not because of his quirk, or because of the large, warm palms that rest against your sides.

you get a grip on him, holding onto his shoulder when you feel your knees buck because of the butterflies in your stomach, and it seems to get worse when bakugō holds you even tighter

“okay geez, i get it. you’re taken!” you can hear the girl exclaim in humiliation and disgust, “ugh, a guy like you wouldn’t be able to handle me anyway.”

and when she finally scurries away, the both of you break the kisses, the wind out of you being knocked out cold from his sudden act of ‘romance’

“i sorta understand the hype now.” you grin, your lips still tingle from the kiss, and you’re convinced that you want more, despite the kiss being out of spite, and for fumiko to back off.

“shut up.” you would’ve laughed at him if it was any other day, but for now, you’re left silent. your heart flutters once more, when his lips press against your cheekbone briefly.

“c’mon, idiot. we’re gonna miss dinner.”

midoriya izuku

he’s so alarmed, and honestly very scared

he wasn’t popular, or well known to begin with, and people only started treating him like he was a real person in highschool

he’s just so used to being looked at like a background character, or a npc in a video game.

so the sudden swarm of suitors, and people that want to date him shocked him to the core.

he was never treated like this in middle school, or elementary!

it flatters him, and he’s glad that people actually like him. but.. he’d never actually think about being with either of them

because they’re not you, obviously. but wait, what’s so different about you exactly?

well.. you’ve treated him with kindness, even when he looked like this.. really awkward kid that sat at the back of the classroom.

so yeah, he’d never think about accepting anyone else’s confessions, as long as they’re not you

but still, midoriya has treated all of his admirers with kindness, despite not wanting to be with any of them

knowing how it feels to be humiliated, he wouldn’t want to do that on any of them

but.. this one particular girl was one he’d never truly be comfortable with, as much as he’d like to fake it.

rieko was.. something. probably the most persistent one out of all of them.

he would’ve appreciated it, if it weren’t for the fact that she was super obnoxious to other people.

and most importantly, he didn’t understand what she’d get out of it, and it wrecked his nerves!

— scene —

standing next to you, all lined up for lunch, midoriya shifts uncomfortably as he tries his best to ignore the loud and obvious commentary that’s being directed to him.

at first, it was flattering. but now? he just wishes things would go back to the times where people had no interest in him, whatsoever.

he knows what rieko really like him for, and it’s honestly disheartening. the girl would compliment him on things like his looks, and even his new moves!

but as soon as he elaborated on how he did it, the interest would fade away from her eyes

not that it did matter though. midoriya didn’t really have any feelings for any of the people that’ve approached him, wanting to date him. he’s been kind, and they’ve been kind in return, getting the hint and backing off.

the freckled boy was flattered but, not interested

but clearly, rieko didn’t get the message, despite the way midoriya would back away uncomfortably. how he’d immediately excuse himself whenever he’d see the girl.

just.. all signs of disinterest

“go! just ask him already!” he can hear her friends encourage her, but he’s not very enthusiastic to know what they’re cheering her on for

“he won’t be able to resist! just walk right in and do it, you guys will be an attractive couple anyway!”

midoriya’s palms are shaky, and he tries his best to calm his nerves down by clenching his fists. this doesn’t go un-noticed by you.

“you okay, midoriya?” you ask, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, and the green haired boy hopes that his cheeks aren’t turning red.

the both of you guys are awfully close! not that he’s complaining, it’s just that—

“is it about them?” you ask in a nearly quiet tone, and midoriya’s aware that you’re talking about them.

“uhm..” midoriya tries to formulate a proper answer, not wanting to sound as bothered as he actually is. how would he be able to explain this? “don’t worry about it,” midoriya reassures, “it’s just—”

“do you think that he’s dating that person? you know, the one beside them?” he hears that the topic of the conversation has shifted, and the group of girls are referring to you.

midoriya wasn’t planning on telling anyone about the dilemma. let alone his crush. it was something he was going to ignore, until the mess calmed down.

but now? you’re roped into it, and his nerves didn’t calm down at all.

“izuku dating them? no, it can’t be. he’s too good for them!”

“that’s the spirit, rieko. you should just go like.. now!”

to him, it’s the other way around. you’re too good for him, and you’re out of his league. so, this comment upsets him to all ends.

he’s pondering on what he should do, and before he could take you out of the line to get food at some other place, he feels something warm enlace his hand.

he slightly shivers when he realizes that it’s your hand he’s holding, cheeks flushed with crimson.

your eyes are ahead, a lot more composed than he is clearly, but if he looked hard enough, he could sense the nervousness in your hold.

“you wanna leave the line, izu?” his first name sounds different when you say it, and he thinks to himself that he prefers it a lot more when it comes from you

“y-yes.” and you smile, pressing your lips against his cheek quickly, before tugging his hand and pulling him out of the line, walking away from the group.

it’s a miracle that he didn’t drop onto the cafeteria’s floors.

you can feel his anxiety subsiding. despite his flushed cheeks remaining, he looks better than he did a few seconds ago, and you’re glad.

deciding the both of you were at a safe distance, you peek over your shoulder. you can see the absolute defeat on rieko’s face, and the scowl on her friends’ faces as they attempted to comfort their heartbroken friend.

“thank you, y/n.”

“no, it’s nothing, really. anyhow, what do you plan on eating for lunch?”

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kpopcotton · 3 years

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Johnny Suh as... a Brother?

a/n ~ just me getting this out because well,, johnny Genre: fluff, lowkey highschool! au, bullet point “drabble” Warning(s): wanting john as your brother Reader Gender: gender-neutral Word Count: 992

a lot of people think of johnny as -- well -- you know ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

but if i’m honest, i just don’t see it

he’s just got those vibes that scream perfect older brother

maybe it’s my lack of a positive male influence oop-

and,, he’s definitely the type to be your best friend

johnny is the brother who’s very protective but he’d be like (¬‿¬) because he thinks he’s being slick about it

he isn’t

maybe you’re talking to someone and he notices that they’re being subtly flirty, you can bet his eyes wont leave you for a while

he’s just straight (O - O) at you just incase he notices you start to get uncomfortable

and, he’s probably always watching over you in some way, making sure you eat enough and sleep enough

while he does tease you about stuff, he makes sure you know it’s all in good fun and he doesn’t want you to be insecure

he doesn’t ever comment on things you can’t control

but he will not hesitate to expose you to anyone you meet for singing embarrassingly loud to SHINee when you thought you were home alone in middle school

yes,, it is an ancient recording on his phone

yes,, haechan does ask to see it almost every month

i also feel like johnny is the type of brother that you’d have to share a room with as a child but you honestly don’t mind

like you’d feel incomplete if you moved and finally got your own room

there are a few times where he gets in one of those moods to be a little demon and mess with you

but all you have to do is call out “mmmooooooom!” and he’s suddenly:

(｡◕‿◕｡) what? do you need something my precious sibling? i will do anything for you!

he’s lowkey afraid of your mom

johnny is definitely the brother you trust with anything and he prides himself in keeping your trust

you failed a test and you need to get it off your chest? johnny will help! tell him all about it!

you have a crush? you may get teased whenever he sees that person BUT he will give you pointers on how to win them over ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

you just need a good hug? well shoot, johnny’s got you covered!

literally

he’s probably a “what’s mine is yours” type of brother as well

this does come at a price, however, and it usually comes in favors such as “don’t tell mom i’m going out with jaehyun tonight.” or “can you go to the store and get me some snacks?”

i also feel like johnny is the type of brother to randomly stare at you until you get annoyed and ask what he wants and he just says “hi (◕‿◕✿)”

or something really brotherly like “how long has it been since you showered?”

i see johnny as the guy to create traditions with you when you’re young that follow you both into your adult lives

like little movie nights when your parents are out of town or on a date

or self care weekends complete with face masks, shopping, and mani-pedis

very cute, i know

i also feel like if you’re going through a rough patch, johnny will be there with you

he doesn’t want you to feel like you’re alone because he knows the feeling (even if he rarely gets alone time now) and honestly he just wants you to be comfortable with him

he probably has some of the best advice

but if you’re not in the mood to talk, he’ll just hold you and tell you little affirmations or whisper inside jokes to try and get you to laugh

seeing you down in the dumps is heartbreaking for him

on that note, johnny is quite the spectacle when he tries to cheer you up

let’s say one time in elementary school during recess he accidentally pushed you over while playing with his friends and you scrape your elbows and a knee and start crying

johnny is panicking because he doesn’t want to get in trouble the teacher who’s monitoring so he starts pretended that an invisible force is beating him up

he lands himself next to you on the ground and pretends to die (tongue out and everything) and you start laughing and poking him and you completely forget that you got hurt in the first place

+1 brother points

i also see johnny as the brother who would do his outmost to embarrass you around his friends, if not embarrass them as well

like just imagine johnny having a little get together with his friends at the house and having them all go into the basement

and he sends up -- let’s say -- mark to get some more drinks and snacks

and you’re in the kitchen so obviously mark is going to strike up a conversation out of respect since you live in the house as well and he’s nice like that

but, he takes a bit too long for the rest of the boys’ liking so johnny will come to the top of the basement stairs and yell for mark to “quit making out” with you and to “come back, man!”

so now mark is frazzled and you’re feeling a bit flustered because now you’re thinking about making out with mark and it becomes awkward as he starts stumbling around to hurriedly grab the snacks he was collecting

and mark’s definitely rambling something like “yo, dude, johnny it’s not like that! i was just saying hi! y/n, i swear i don’t even like you like that! not that you’re unlikeable! no, bro, like you are so likeable! NOT in that way but you know what i--”

and you decide to end it before it gets even worse with a “go downstairs mark.”

“yeah no, i’m leaving now...”

so in conclusion, johnny is an amazing older brother and i do not take constructive criticism

while yes, he may tease you now and then, don’t all siblings?

#i don't know what this is #it's pretty self indulgent #hope people enjoy it regardless #johnny seo #johnny suh #nct johnny #nct johnny seo #nct #nct imagines #nct x reader #nct x you #nct x gender neutral reader #nct x male reader

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chincilla-on-the-moon · 4 years

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Just By Looking- Connor Murphy X Reader

Word Count: 4,325

A/N: Hi! This is the first fanfiction I’ve ever written or posted. so it most likely sucks but whatever. I just want to say thank you to anyone who reads this I appreciate it!

Connor Murphy was your best friend. You trusted him more than anybody else on the planet and told him everything, the feeling was mutual. You helped him when things were tough at home with his parents and sister and he helped you when you were stressed about school and the future. You spent lots of late nights texting and on video chat helping each other with homework or simply just talking. Anyone could see you were best friends just by looking at you two.

You weren't always close though, you had gone to the same elementary school and you were in the class when the whole printer incident happened but had no particular opinion about the boy but still thought he was cute. It wasn’t until middle school when you both shared three out of nine classes with one another that you two became friends. Neither of you had friends so it was a perfect opportunity for a friendship to form. You originally weren’t going to talk to Connor or anyone for that matter, but when you went to go eat lunch in the library out of fear for the lunchroom and the eighth-graders it contained you found him at one of the tables, he was the only other person in the library besides the two librarians. You don’t know what possessed you but you decided to go sit with him. His head jerked up when you pulled the chair out across from him, he eyed you with suspicion as you sat down before returning to the book he was reading. You sat in silence occasionally taking a bite from the sandwich your mother had packed for a few minutes before gaining the courage to ask him about his book. At first, he gave you short blunt responses out of fear you were actually mocking him for his book choice but once he saw you listening intently he began to talk with passion. The conversation lasted the rest of the 30 minute lunch period you were both disappointed because you did not want the conversation to end. After all, this was the first real human interaction you had besides the corny icebreakers you had been forced to do in previous classes but soon realized that you were going to the same place the conversation resumed shortly after that. You sat next to one another in that and every other class you had with one another, you bid each other goodbye before going to the final bell of the day, you were a little anxious walking to your ninth bell because in the short goodbye exchanged there was no promise of talking to one another tomorrow.

The next day’s lunch came slower than you wished. Your stomach had been twisting anxiously all-day, you arrived at the library to find him sitting at the same table as yesterday with the same anxious expression that you wore on your face. It soon became a tradition to meet in the library for lunch and walk to the next two classes with one another, it took only a few days for an unbreakable bond to form. In the second week of school, the two of you exchanged social media handles and started texting outside of school. About a month into the school year the two of you started to hang out outside of school occasionally which typically meant going to see a movie or something along those lines.

In December auditions for the school’s annual musical were held, you decided to go out on a limb and try out for it, you got a lead! At first, Connor was a little upset because it meant you wouldn’t be able to see one another as much but after much convincing you got him to sign up for stage crew to solve this problem. The two of you had a fantastic time doing the show and have done it ever since it made your relationship so much stronger. Connor seeing you up on that stage performing your little heart out made him realize he might like you a little more than a friend. The fact that Connor agreed to do stage crew and got you a flower the night of the final performance made your little theatre kid heart flutter and you realized you might have feelings for the lanky boy. Both of you acknowledged these feelings for about two seconds before repressing them for about two years. The bond shared between you and the boy rivaled the bonds between the preppy people who had known each other since practically birth.

The summer between eighth and ninth grade was very eventful for the two of you, you shared your first kiss so you wouldn’t have to go into high school as “losers who hadn’t had their first kiss” as Connor had so gracefully put it, it wasn’t anything special it was a quick peck and Connor had almost missed your lips. The rest of the night was filled with blushes and a kind of awkward silence. The two of you also smoked weed for the first time which was quick to become one of Connor’s favorite past times. Connor had become a full-on stoner by the time school started. That summer was filled with lots of deep conversations about the future and what was going to happen these next four years and then after that.

Freshman year came around much too quickly for either of your likings, highschool started out rough for both of you. Fortunately, the two of you shared four classes. Connor had been having more outbursts as a result of the new large workload which caused Larry and Cynthia to be tougher on Connor about things such as his grades, which truly weren’t that bad as he had at least a B in all of his classes some of which were advanced, which always made things worse. You were kinda smart and were also taking some advanced classes which stressed you out and caused you to have anxiety attacks. You still met in the library for lunch but this year the conversations were often filled with quiet reassurances in an attempt to calm the other down instead of the lighthearted conversation about your favorite books. You two became so close and confided in each other for everything. That year you were partnered up on lots of projects and worked over at the Murphy’s home which resulted in Cynthia and Larry growing very fond of you as well as Zoe. When finals season rolled around you helped one another study and passed all your finals with flying colors getting 80-90 on all of them.

That summer the two of you were forced to spend lots of time apart as a result of the Murphy’s disapproval of Connor’s angry outbursts and smoking habit which resulted in him being grounded and having his phone taken away for most of the summer. Your only form of communication was emails that Connor sent off of an old broken laptop. These emails were very rare though because Connor didn’t want to be caught by Cynthia or Larry and then have the laptop taken away leaving him with absolutely no communication with you. He struggled a lot with being forced to spend all of his time with his family and the fact that they were now forcing him to see a counselor once a week. You tried to help him as much as you could by letting him vent to you, he constantly told you how angry his family made him and how much he misses you. The limited conversation with Connor allowed you to have a lot of time alone with your thoughts, you came to the realization that you were in love with your best friend. Little did you know a few streets away Connor came to the same realization.

He was finally released from “house arrest” the last three weeks of summer, you two spent almost every second together to make up for the one and a half months of lost time. It was nice to see each other again, Connor hadn’t gotten a haircut all summer and his hair now reached just below his ears, it was a good look on him. Unable to drive yet the two of you spent most of your time at the local park within walking distance from both of your houses talking and/or smoking or on Connor’s roof stargazing once it got dark out.

Once again school had to come around unfortunately but you two were more sure of yourselves and ready for this year. The two of you once again had a good majority of your classes together so you were able to help each other study and things like that. The feeling you held for one another grew steadily and was getting harder to contain. Lunch was filled with longing gazes when you thought the other wasn’t paying attention and harmless “flirting” which actually meant playfully hitting one another just so you could touch or being rude to the other person in a non-serious way. Everyone at school could see how hopelessly in love you two were and assumed you were dating which then led to snarky remarks to be made at you two, which temporarily caused a rift in your friendship for about two weeks in September. The reason being Connor felt bad for causing you to get bullied again which is something that hadn’t happened to you since middle school, the bullying never ceased for him, he figured if he left you alone it would get better but it only caused the comments to worsen. Once you walked out of class after someone said something under their breath he went out to calm you down and saw the error of his ways, everything went back to normal, mostly. The two of you were still a blushing mess around each other.

You began to spend every moment together that you possibly could and when you couldn’t be together you were texting or Snapchatting. You did the musical and once again got a small supporting role. You were over the moon and Connor was so proud of you. He once again decided to do the stage crew and that show ended up being one of your favorites productions you’ve ever done. After the musical was done finals season came very quickly. You and Connor stopped talking outside of school because you both were studying a lot but still found time to chat and help one another go through the material for the class you shared. During this time Connor also celebrated his 16th birthday and passed his permit test on the first try. Driving had been something he had looked forward to since he was a little boy so he took this process very seriously. He got so excited when Larry would take him out to drive in an empty parking lot somewhere. When you went over to the Murphy’s house for dinner one evening Larry actually complimented his son’s driving abilities. You got to see these skills first hand when Larry allowed Connor to drive when you had to go home. You’d never say it to his face but Connor was actually a fantastic driver. All the studying paid off when you and Connor got all A’s and B’s on your finals. Larry and Cynthia were shocked when they received Connor’s report card and decided to buy him a car as a reward for his recent good behavior streak. It was a beat-up black pickup truck that perfectly fit Connor’s aesthetic. Although he couldn’t drive yet the two of you enjoy just sitting in the front of the truck most days of the summer and talk but sometimes you would just sit without talking a just listen to music off of a playlist you made of your’s and Connor’s favorite songs and imagine where you two would go if Connor was able to legally drive. The fact that he couldn’t drive legally didn’t stop him completely though, because this is Connor Murphy we’re talking about here why would he pass up the chance to break the law. On some nights he would drive you out to the apple orchard and you two would sometimes smoke but you would always stargaze and talk for hours until the sun was about to come up. Connor still smoked occasionally but not nearly as much as he did during freshman year and you only smoked when you were with him. Those were your favorite kind of night and you knew they were Connor’s as well. Junior year was approaching rapidly and neither you or Connor was excited. Both of your mental states had started to improve for the better but knew that was going to change as soon as the school year started.

And unfortunately, that ended up being true. You ended up crying to Connor almost every night because of how stressed you were and he had a lot more outbursts than he had had in years. The only thing keeping him from completely breaking down was the fact he could drive in a couple of months, this was also keeping you going. Connor being able to drive you to school would mean no more taking the bus filled with people you hated or having to wake up an hour earlier than usual and have your mom drop you off a half-hour early before she went to work. The first few months dragged on but Connor finally got his license! This meant you two got to spend even more time together when Connor would bring you to school in the morning and drop you off in the afternoon. If you both got up on time you would get coffee and afterschool if your guy’s homework load wasn’t too bad he would just drive around town for a little while before dropping you off. Zoe was trying to build up her popularity so she just carpooled with one of her friend’s moms instead of risking being seen with her brother, Connor had no issue with this it meant he didn’t have to worry about his little shit of a sister and all her after school activities. Auditions for the school musical were swiftly approaching and to say you were nervous would be an understatement. When the day finally came Connor came to support you and the director forced him to audition as well because of the notable lack of boys in the theatre department. The two of you got decent parts and were cast as one another’s romantic interest. At first, Connor wasn’t going to accept whatever part he got but once he looked up the synopsis of the show and figured this out he emailed your director and accepted the part immediately. Since your characters were supporting the two of you had a few lines but not an unmanageable amount, you two were in every single scene together so you could study your lines with one another which was very helpful. You had been doing theatre outside of school your entire life and had always dreamed of having a showmance and you were hoping that the childish dream would finally come true. Connor sometimes got frustrated at rehearsals but you were always there to calm him down and get him back on track. The two of you were to have a stage kiss, both of you avoided that topic of conversation at all costs out of embarrassment. The first few times you ran the scene at rehearsal your director allowed for the two of you to not do the kiss and simply move on with the scene but as the show was approaching he made you perform the kiss, fortunately (but also, unfortunately) he allowed for you to do a stage kiss. Every time you two broke away from the “kiss” your cheeks were as red as roses. You thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of his lips on your thumb and imagined how they would feel on your lips, you kept these feelings to yourself out of fear of losing your best friend if he were to find out. A few of your castmates picked up on your rosy cheeks and idiotic grin each time you would come off stage from doing the stage kiss but you consistently denied having feelings for your scene partner. As the show approached you began to run the scene more and more and spend more time with each other at rehearsals and outside of rehearsals. Your feelings only grew for each other and you both found yourself almost confessing your feelings, the tension between you two grew greatly. You also found yourself touching Connor more and more whether it was just grabbing his arm when he said a joke or laying your head on his shoulder when you two were watching a movie at his house. Little did you know these little things would drive Connor insane and his face would grow hot every time you would do something along those lines. On the closing night of the show, Connor got payback for you driving him insane. He took control of the kiss and made sure it wasn’t a stage kiss. You almost passed out when he did this His lips were slightly chapped when they touched yours, just like they were that night the summer before freshman year, and your stomach did loads of backflips. Neither of you wanted the kiss to end but your castmates would have noticed something was up so sadly you pulled away. When you had broken away from each other you had to grab onto his arm make sure you didn’t fall because of how shocked you were, luckily you were able to play it off quite easily so it seemed like an acting choice and no one noticed besides you two. When you got off stage after what seemed like an eternity Connor had the biggest smirk on his face and seemed quite pleased with himself. You wanted to smack that cocky smirk rights off that stupid pretty face of his but you didn’t instead you kissed it off. You heard the surprised squeak of one of your castmates but didn’t pull away for at least 30 more seconds. When finally did pull away Connor just stared at you with his mouth hanging open and he was still like that when you walked away with a gigantic grin on your face to touch up your makeup. When you walked out of the girl's dressing room you found Connor outside the door waiting for you. You avoided eye contact with the boy out of embarrassment of your actions and tried to walk past him like you didn't see him but he grabbed your arm and dragged you into a more private part of the hallway. ”What the fuck was that?!” he asked whisper yelling.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said while fluttering your eyelashes playing innocent hoping he’d get the hint to just let it go.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about l/n don’t play stupid.”

”Okay…” you said while still staring down at the floor “maybe I do know what you're talking about but I don't want to talk about it”

“Well, I want to talk about it. Right now.”

“I really don’t know what you want me to say right now Con,” you said hoping the conversation would end soon for a couple of reasons. Before you could even finish that thought one of the upperclassmen girls came running down the hallway searching for you guys. You two had almost missed your cue but luckily she noticed otherwise you would’ve been killed by your director.

“We’ll continue this conversation later,” he said before walking down to the stage door. You stood shocked for a couple of seconds before coming to your senses and following behind him. That was the final scene after the curtain calls you hugged Connor quickly before practically running to greet your family to delay the conversation you were bound to have sooner or later. When you got done taking pictures with your friends and family you avoided Connor at all cost possible and sought refuge in the girl's dressing room. You took as long as humanly possible hanging up your costumes and whole doing so a few people told you that Connor was looking for you but you told them to tell him that you were busy and couldn't talk. When you finished cleaning your space in the dressing room and walked out to go help with strike on the stage you found Connor sitting outside the door presumably waiting for you to finally come out. When you did you tried to speed walk past and pretend you didn't see him but he called your name so you had to turn around and look at him. ”Y/N can we talk for a minute?” he says, voice filled with anxiety.

”I'm sorry Con but I really get out there and help strike.” you said looking at the ground

”Well then can we talk at the cast party?”

”Yeah. We can talk after.” Strike lasted for about an hour. During that time you and Connor had to help each other with things such as putting costumes away or helping fold a backdrop. Finally, the time for the cast party came and you couldn't wait cause you were starving.

Usually, you and Connor would sit in the corner of the lunchroom and talk about the paper plate awards people were receiving and how bad some of them were but this time after you got your food there was no talk about paper plate awards, Connor immediately asked, ”So what was that L/N?”

”I don't know Connor, what was it?” you answered in a very snarky manner. ”You were the one who kissed me first so it's only fair that you answer first.”

”Look. First of all, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable that was never my intention. I guess… I guess I just misread the situation a thought there was a slight chance you could like me back. Second of all before you decide you never want to talk to me again I just want you to know that you are one of the greatest people I've ever met and I love you so much. Sorry again. I guess I'll just leave you alone now for the rest of eternity.” he says avoiding eye contact like it's his job.

You stared at him for a couple of seconds dumbfounded that Connor thought you didn't like him when for years you thought he didn’t romantically like you. Just as you fully processed what Connor said he began to stand up you suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him to sit back down. ”Wait, wait, wait let me get this straight you Connor Murphy like me Y/N L/N in a romantic way?”, you said almost laughing out of pure joy because finally the boy who you’ve liked since middle school likes you back.

“Yeah, go-ahead laugh it up. Isn't it just hilarious that a freak like me thought he had some sort of chance that he had a chance with someone as talented and beautiful as you?” he said almost yelling. You stopped smiling and slightly cringed into yourself, Connor had gotten angry around you before but the anger was never directed at you. It was always at Larry, Cynthia, Zoe or just the world in general but never ever at you. When he finally stopped talking he saw that you were scared and regained his composure but was still shaking with anger. Luckily the cafeteria was loud enough where it seemed like you and Connor were just having a conversation.

”Con will you just let me say something before you start jumping to conclusions?” you said quietly. ”I'm just surprised that someone as great as you would like someone like me, don't get me wrong I'm grateful but wow. I just still can't process that Connor Murphy, the boy I've liked for years, actually likes me back!”

It was his turn to stare at you with a dumb look. “You actually like me back?” he says in a state of shock. You shake your head and he looks like he’s going to start crying and you do too. You both just stared at each other with stupid grins on your faces for about 30 seconds before you hugged one another and cried out of relief. When you pulled away Connor asked, “So N/N will you be my girlfriend?” You shook your head wildly and pulled his face to yours and gave him the biggest smooch. It was far from perfect but it was good enough for the both of you. You spent the rest of the cast party hand in hand with big smiles on your faces. No one was surprised when you two announced that you were a couple but everyone was happy they didn’t have to deal with the awkward pinning anymore. Larry and Cynthia were more excited than you and Connor were when you told them you two were dating, they saw how happy you made their son and they already loved you so it was perfect, Zoe would never admit it but she was happy that her brother had got you.

Those late-night conversations were now filled with I Love yous and loads of compliments. When you guys hung out you were constantly touching one another in some way. Connor still had his outbursts every once in a while but you were always there to help him pick his piece up and put them back together. You and Connor loved each other more than anything. Anyone could see that you two were soulmates just by looking at you.

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jadejedi · 4 years

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Love is a burning thing (1/7) A Captive Prince AU

Summary: Laurent doesn’t remember the first time he met Damen, or his family. It didn’t really matter when they had first met, because Laurent had known his whole life that the Akielons were loud, obnoxious, irresponsible, and stupid.

A rival ranch AU

on ao3 here.

A/N: Fic and chapter title from my favorite country song of all time, Johnny Cash’s Ring of Fire. This fic is inspired by my recent habit of listening to my “Country Music I actually like” playlist on my daily commute.

Chapter 1: Oh, and the fire went wild

Laurent doesn’t remember the first time he met Damen, or his family. It might have been at the county fair, competing in the cattle showings against Auguste, or maybe it had been around their little town, Damen with his half-brother and step mother, and Laurent with his mother and brother. It didn’t really matter when they had first met, because Laurent had known his whole life that the Akielons were loud, obnoxious, irresponsible, and stupid.

His father hated their neighbors.

The Akielon’s ranch, White Cliff (“There are no white cliffs in Texas”, Aleron would complain every time they drove past the sign at the end of the driveway), bordered theirs from the south. Although both ranches were very large, each with thousands of acres of land, their houses were quite close to each other, near the road that ran along the west of the two properties. There was no escaping each other.

They went to the same school, the same church, attended the same rodeos, the same county fair. They even frequented the same H-E-B. Hennike would scrunch her nose in distaste, pasting on a smile as Hypermenestra walked by, usually alone or with Kastor, and very rarely with Damen sulkingly following behind her, and Hypermenestra would stride by, and return the fake smile. If their husbands were with them, they would greet each other with a tight, “de Vere.”, “Akielon.”, without a second glance.

Sometimes Laurent would see the older one, Kastor, driving an ATV along their shared fence, and would glare at him as he drove by. On occasion he would see the younger one, Damen, at school, since the elementary and middle schools were in the same building. Laurent would glare at him as he passed, and Damen would roll his eyes in response. That made it worse, to Laurent, that the Akielon boys wouldn’t even take him seriously.

They took Auguste seriously, of course. He was closer in age to them, eighteen, where Kastor was twenty, and Damen twelve. Laurent, being only seven, was hardly considered a worthy adversary, unlike Auguste, who had competed against both brothers in cattle showings at the county and state fair.

Laurent remembered watching the show last year, glowering as Damen stood proudly as he won grand champion in his first year of competition, and Auguste had been awarded reserve champion. His stupid dark curls and his stupid dimpled grin as he had sought out his mother in the crowd, where she sat away from her ex and his family.

When Laurent was forced to speak to either of the Akielon brothers he wasn’t as cooly cordial as either of his parents were.

“Are you lost?” Laurent demanded one day, as he got off the bus in front of his house. “Last I checked, your house was a mile and a half that way,” he said, helpfully pointing south, just in case they’d forgotten. Damen and his older brother were both waiting by the mailbox at the end of the de Vere’s driveway, Kastor’s slightly beat up Ford pick-up parked awkwardly on the grass just off the drive. The afternoon sun reflected off the silver paint of the hood.

Kastor rolled his eyes, and straightened up from where he’d been leaning against the mailbox, muttering something about “Damn ungrateful de Veres”. Dust rose up in a small cloud as he shifted his feet. Damen looked troubled.

Laurent crossed his arms, waiting for them to respond. It was hot, two hours south of San Antonio. It was only April and it was already in the nineties regularly. As his father liked to say, it was a dry heat, though. Not too bad.

He hoped that they weren’t here as part of the ever ongoing war between them and Auguste. Last time he’d gotten caught up between them, Damen had put a snake in his desk at school.

“Well?” he demanded again, and resisted the urge to stamp the ground impatiently. He didn’t want to seem even more like a child then they already saw him as.

Damen glanced anxiously over at Kastor, who didn’t look inclined to respond. He grimaced, and turned back to Laurent, who raised an eyebrow.

“You’re mother is in the hospital,” he informed him, brown eyes wide with sympathy, hands shoved into his jean pockets. He glanced up at his brother again, who wasn’t even looking in Laurent’s direction. “Dad sent us to take you there. Aleron and Auguste are already there.”

Laurent stared at the two of them. Was this one of their pranks? Were they going to dump him into a mudhole and leave him for his brother to find?

Damen and Kastor wore twin solemn expressions.

The heat felt more oppressive than it had a moment ago.

Kastor got into the driver’s seat without a word, and Laurent only got into the back seat once Damen motioned him in from the passenger seat.

Kastor drove them to the hospital, the country station blaring. Laurent could see Damen continuously checking on him through the rearview mirror, brow furrowed anxiously.

Auguste was waiting for them outside of the ER, and Laurent hopped out of the truck and flung himself into his arms. He tried desperately not to cry, since he knew the Akielon boys were still watching, but he couldn’t stop the tears from soaking into Auguste’s blue button down.

“Thank you,” he heard Auguste say to Kastor and Damen over his head.

They both mumbled back a response, and Laurent could hear the sound of the truck pulling away.

That was the beginning of the worst summer of Laurent’s life.

Hennike passed away in May, and in June, Auguste graduated highschool.

Laurent spent the summer tearfully begging Auguste to stay, to not go away to school. Everytime he did, Auguste would look helplessly to their father.

“Laurent,” Aleron would say, “your brother has to go off to school. He can’t be putting it off just to take care of you.”

In July, Auguste lost his final 4-H cattle showing to Damen. Again. Laurent seethed as he was handed the grand champion ribbon, and this time, Auguste didn’t even qualify for state.

He seethed as he watched Damen’s eyes sought out his mother in the bleachers, and then his father and brother and stepmother.

It was unfair, Laurent mused, as they drove home, staring out the window at the flat expanse of Texas, a rush of dull green and dusty brown. Damen had everything he didn’t. A mother who was still living. Two, if you counted his stepmother. A brother who was content to stay home and take online classes for college.

He had always stayed out of Auguste’s war with Damen and Kastor. The silly prank war, Aleron called it. Auguste would pretend to look affronted, and respond, “Dad, I’m defending our honor!”

But now Auguste was leaving in less than a month.

When they dropped Auguste off at College Station, the three of them clad in burgundy Aggie t-shirts, Laurent resolved not to cry. He’d cried all summer, it felt like.

Auguste knelt down to give him a big hug outside of his dorm. “You’ll be okay without me, Lau.”

Laurent sniffed into his shoulder. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. He buried his face into the rough cotton of Auguste’s t-shirt.

Auguste rubbed circled into his back. “It’s okay. You have to help Dad get the new guy up to speed. Who else is going to teach him the names of all the horses and the chickens?”

Laurent nodded, and pulled back, looking into his brother’s blue eyes. Auguste smiled, and ruffled his hair, which Laurent always hated, but decided to tolerate, today. “Not to mention, you are now the only thing standing between the Akielon boys and total chaos. You have to continue my legacy, little brother.”

Laurent heard Aleron chuckle behind them. “Now, Auguste, don’t go pulling your little brother into your silly prank war with the neighbors-”

“It’s about honor!” Laurent was quick to insist, which made Auguste laugh.

“Exactly!” He stood up, and nodded towards their father. There would be no tearful embraces between the two of them, Laurent knew.

“You’ll both be fine,” Auguste said confidently.

Aleron cleared his throat. “We will be.” He looked uncomfortable for a moment. Laurent watched him fidget for a moment, before removing the big Stetson he always wore on his head and stepping forward to place it on Auguste’s head.

Auguste looked surprised at this gesture.

“Well, Laurent, we’d better go,” Aleron said, running his hand through his hat-flattened hair.

Laurent looked at his brother. There were some clouds in the sky today, which felt appropriate, but Auguste was standing in a spot of sunlight, brightening the burgundy of his t-shirt, and highlighting the gold of his hair against the white Stetson, making him look every inch the golden son that he was.

Coming home felt different. Their big ranch house felt empty, without his mother or his brother to fill it with their light and laughter.

Laurent was glad that the new hire would be living with them. He wasn’t sure if he could take it, just him and his father.

Besides the usual ranch staff, Aleron had also hired Jord, to replace the work that Auguste did.

Summer was over, to Laurent’s relief. School meant he didn’t have to sit around the farmhouse, staring at the spot on the couch his mother preferred, or at his brother’s door, waiting for it to open and Auguste to come striding out.

To Laurent’s dismay, not everything at school was the same. Damen, who was in eight grade now, did not even bother responding to his passing glares with a roll of the eyes, instead just shooting him wide-eyed, pitying glances.

Laurent hated it. Hated Damen, for reminding him with every look of what he’d lost.

After two weeks of this, he was sitting in the passenger seat of Jord’s old pickup truck, the cracked leather seats rough against him. They were patrolling the edge of the ranch’s property, as Jord often did, looking out for holes in the many miles of fencing, or fallen tree limbs, or signs of pests, or any other hazards. When they reached their shared fence with White Cliff Ranch, Laurent told Jord to stop.

“What?” Jord asked, even as he did as Laurent said. “Do you see something?”

“No,” Laurent replied, opening the passenger door and hopping down onto the ground below. He grinned a bit. “Don’t wait up for me; I’ll walk back,” he said, eyeing the fence.

Jord followed his gaze and rolled his eyes. “Don’t do anything too stupid. Your father told me about the antics your brothers and the Akielon boys got up to. They’re both older than you, and bigger.”

Laurent shrugged. “They’re boneheads. Don’t wait up,” he repeated, and slammed the door. He didn’t wait for Jord to drive away, just delicately pulled up a row of the barbed wire so he could carefully step in between. He was small, so it was easy.

From there he walked steadily towards where he knew the main barn was on the Akielon property. He only knew from a couple of years ago, when they stopped by for Kastor’s highschool graduation open house, saying perfunctory hellos and congratulations.

He hadn’t really had a plan when he’d hopped out of the truck. But now, walking under the occasional mesquite trees for a moment or two of shade, keeping his eyes peeled for rattlers as he walked through the scrub grass and past the thorny shrubs that dotted the land, a plan formed in his mind.

In the cooler hours of the evening, there was very little activity around the White Cliff farmhouse and barns. It was very easy for Laurent to sneak into the horse barn, and up into the loft, where they would get their hay everyday for the horses.

It was even easier to untie the bales of hay, retying them with a knot that would immediately come undone if someone pulled on them. Not all of the bales, mind you. Just some of them. Random ones. He couldn’t lift up a bale by himself, but he could shove them around a bit, shuffling around the untied ones as best as possible.

It was maybe not the most elaborate prank, but it would be obnoxious.

To Laurent’s delight, the plan worked just as he’d wanted.

Damen confronted him at school a couple of days later. “Did you rig our hay bales to untie on us?” he demanded, before Laurent could get on the bus at the end of the day.

Laurent held back a grin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he insisted airily. “I certainly would never do something like that.”

Damen rolled his eyes. “I’m watching you, de Vere,” he said, before stalking away.

The next week, when Laurent went out to help Jord muck stalls, he slipped his feet into his muck boots, only to find them filled with manure.

He was annoyed, but also somewhat pleased that Damen had decided he was a worthy adversary after all.

#captive prince #captive prince fic #capri fic #damen x laurent #lamen #lamen fic #my fic #yes i have been writing this instead of my sw wips or any of the real world stuff i should be doing

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wandered-rose · 4 years

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I kind of have a clear idea of who's sending anon but I'll still make this last message general. I'm tired of the misconceptions about me, the reason why I stopped trying hard to clear them and give my truth is because there is just far way too many people whos got something against me and all of them are just selfish fools who don't know any better. And I truly mean it that everyone in highschool has wronged me, I do not have any of them still in contact. People always took my kindness for weakness, always saw me as soft and that ended up leading to bad things happening. When I ended up showing my truth I was seen in a bad light for being honest and for always doing what's best for me. I'm a nice person but I won't be nice to anyone who isn't nice to me and people can't handle that because they expect me to still stay in the past like them.

Highschool was just the past, a past I really fucking hated including also elementary and middle school. Whichever place you met me in, that was not the real me. The me that was going to public school was dealing with toxic family members bullying me, other bullies in school, me trying to deal with depression, and having to carry the weight of what others purposely put on me at such a fucking young age. I had to grow up fast, I didn't get to enjoy things like other kids would, I wasn't allow that because of a selfish mother. I was withheld the truth on purpose about many things from my family that still came along the way and destroyed me after I graduated highschool. I was in rock bottom for the longest time. The people I met along the way, I can say for a fact that I've showed them love no matter what, I've helped them when I couldn't help my fucking self. I did that because I thought that that was the right thing to do and if I was going through something like that I would've wanted that for me too. I was trying to help everyone else because I wanted to be someone that would've helped childhood me. But when I did that, it ended up being wrong. I was so naive to the point that I didn't even know that all those times I was only surrounded by leeches and people who didn't care about lying to my Damn face, manipulating me for their own gain, using me. Hell I'm even still going through family problems to this day but I will soon be leaving everything.

The point is that, it was the wrong thing for me to do. I should've loved myself more and worried about learning how to heal throughly and to protect me respectfully in order to maintain my own honor. So to the anon from high school messaging me, I truly don't feel bad for treating you the way you treated me and for finally walking away to do what's best for me. I don't care if you don't understand, I'm not living my life to the fullest to be understood by people who can't even expand their mind to think for just one second not everything is about you. I was never selfish for the longest time, I owe that to myself. Most likely you don't even know the true me, I never told anyone the full truth of what happened to me. You all would just scoff at me and ridicule me by fucking saying that "what I'm going through isn't that bad" what a shame. Generally that's the type of shit I always got, there has always been people that would have a problem with me, start shit with me, give me dirty looks, judge me. Ive always kept my mouth shut to be the bigger person but I'm done doing that. For example After standing up for myself I ending up getting disowned by family members who didn't even fathom to care in the beginning of it all. That's the best thing to ever happen because I can finally be left alone.

You know at one point before graduating highschool I wanted to kill myself? I wanted to kill myself because I didn't see a future after highschool. As I was going through a rough patch i was always never able to see the future in front of me. It was always blurry, things were always blurry. But after I met my boyfriend, he truly helped me. He didn't carry me out the rest of the way but he gave me something no one else gave me which was true friendship and a hand to hold throughout the way. He actually listened to me when no one else did, he was my shoulder to cry on when no one could do that for me. So yes I've gotten better but that doesn't mean the weight of it all didn't hurt me as much as it did. I've always been an honest person through it all so it's time I started standing in it and just say everything. I've got nothing to hide and I just don't care about how other people would feel anymore. There's always going to be someone who has an issue with me so I'd rather be extra then.

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marissapugliese · 4 years

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Paper 1

How Dance made me who I am today

For my entire life I have been a resident of New York. I was born and raised in Brooklyn; to be specific, a neighborhood located in South West of Brooklyn called Dyker Heights. I grew up being constantly surrounded by my huge Italian family. 85% of my family lives in the same neighborhood or just minutes away which I am fortunate for. I don't quite speak the language fluently but my parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles all can. For most of my family, Italian is their first language. Whenever my “Nonna” (italian term for Grandma. speak to me I understand what they are saying and can communicate back after having a second to think about it. Italians are known for their big Sunday dinners, which usually are held a bit earlier than usual dinner time. During these dinners you will eat pasta with tomato sauce, chicken cutlets, eggplant parmesan, meatballs, and everything you can imagine thrown together in a dinner with most of your family. Italians have an old school mentality and are big on learning how to take care of the house meaning cleaning, cooking, washing clothes, and etc. My Italian culture and background has influenced the way I was brought up, which was to always put family first, take care of your household, and eat delicious foods.

Dyker Heights is predominantly a residential neighborhood. Since most of the neighborhood is built up of housing, there is one main thoroughfare which is Dyker Heights Boulevard (13th Avenue). The boulevard is one of the only streets with businesses. As a young child all I really had to know was my neighborhood. My elementary school, dancing school, family, friends, dentist, doctor, and anything you could possibly imagine were just a few minutes away from me. When I was a child, most of the residents of Dyker Heights had come mainly from an Italian cultured background. My family’s culture is Italian as well, so I was mostly surrounded by individuals who grew up the same way I have or follow the same cultural aspects. I attended a Catholic school in Dyker Heights where most of the staff and students had come from the same Brooklyn/Italian culture as well. Although there were others of different races and backgrounds as well, predominantly most of us were similar. All students that attended this school had one thing in common and that was being raised following the Catholic religion. These similarities helped form bonds and friendships with the students at the school. Most of the students who attended the school lived in Dyker Heights or close to it. This made it easier for friendships to continue in and out of school. Along with knowing Dyker Heights well I also know the other neighborhoods that are “bridged” to it well like Bensonhurst, Bay Ridge, and Gravesend.

At the age of four I began dancing at a local dance studio in Dyker Heights, Danceworks Dance Center. Dance has influenced my life tremendously. From an early age, I had found a passion so deep that has impacted me, and my journey of life. As I said the studio is located in my neighborhood so I was surrounded by similar faces and friends that made me feel safe. In the beginning of my life, dance was fun, it was a hobby, and I was good at it. I auditioned for a performing arts middle school Mark Twain, which I later attended after getting in. The school was located in Coney Island, Brooklyn. Transitioning between a small nonetheless Catholic School to a middle school of 500 students per grade year was a bit of a shock, culturally as well. I was surrounded by individuals with many different backgrounds, religions, and other talents like vocal or drama or athletics. This experience had broadened my perspectives of life. I was not limited to what my neighborhood of Dyker had to offer, but I was exposed to a melting pot of kids from all over the borough of Brooklyn who were just as talented and smart. I consistently had classes with the others in “dance talent” and made friendships that have lasted me up until today and that I know I will have forever. Not all these individuals were just like me, which was an Italian Catholic Dyker Heights girl, we were all different but bonded through dance. We shared a love, and passion for the art which created many mutual interests. We all loved watching Broadway shows or seeing any live dance. Most of us were a part of outside dance companies at our local studios that would compete friendly against one another in various locations. We all got to perform together at the end of every year for our showcase, and spent lots of hours rehearsing. These hours spent together along with our mutual interest allowed us to easily get along and create these friendships with one another.

As I was in middle school, dance got more serious and I decided to audition for my dream school which was LaGuardia High School aka the “Fame School”. This highschool was located in New York City just around the corner from Lincoln Center. It was a drastic change for me and shifted me into the person I am today. I was exposed to thousands of people who lived in completely different boroughs and also created friendships with them as well. I was also surrounded by the dance majors everyday for four years which made them a family to me. Having to be a student at LaGuardia took a lot of responsibility at a young age. My highschool was about an hour and fifteen minute train ride. Because of my decision to attend this school, it had welcomed the world of public transportation to me. Before attending LaGuardia I could probably count the amount of times I’ve taken the train or bus on one hand. At the time, little did I know how fortunate I was to be from a neighborhood that made it possible to get around in a car. The life of public transportation was completely eye opening, and something that enhanced my knowledge of what our city had to offer. Having to take the MTA every morning and afternoon of the week was a huge part of sheltering myself from just knowing my neighborhood only. Although I have had many crazy experiences on the train, for example, my friend almost got her hair lit on fire by a stranger on the train… I have gained many life lessons and memories shared with my friends from highschool. LaGuardia itself had hectic long days that had started from 8am to 4:15pm everyday (which is considered long for an average high schooler). In the process it was rough, but I always reminded myself that I was there to do what I loved doing, which was dance. The people who had attended my high school were filled with talent, and light. I would walk through the staircase and find a group of students singing and playing instruments in the staircase, or a group of dancers including myself hitting a 5,6,7,8 in the middle of the hallway. Moments like these were when I realized despite my crazy long days, or how exhausted I was, I was meant to be here. I spent about 75% of my day with dance majors due to our schedules, which helped me develop friendships that I still hold on to. We collaborated with different kinds of artists like singers, actors, or lighting designers to create shows and performances. This has expanded my knowledge of not only my talent but a glimpse of others as well. When I graduated LaGuardia I walked down the stage feeling accomplished, matured, and ready to take on what college had to offer, a glimpse of real life.

I attended dance at my local studio Danceworks while continuing my middle school, and high school education which meant a lot of dance. I was on their competitive team, and the studio was small. My mentors and classmates have been there for me for years, and have watched me grow as a dancer but a person as well. In my years at Danceworks Dance Center I learned what it truly meant to be a team member. I learned what it meant to be disciplined, what it meant to be prioritized, how to be a competitor and how it felt to be fulfilled. I learned what it meant to be disciplined by showing up to class in proper uniform, to do as I was asked to do respectfully, and show discipline in myself by never slacking and pushing myself to exceed my limits. I learned to prioritize dance and my team by working around my life schedule to make sure I was able to perform, rehearse, or compete with my team. It was senior year of highschool and my prom and my last dance showcase with Danceworks Dance Center fell on the same day. You bet I went to that recital and ran afterwards straight to prom, because I knew what it meant to be involved in something so genuine and real; I wanted to be there for my team for every occasion including my last recital. Danceworks Dance Center made me find fulfillment, and made me feel whole. I was so loved, supported, and appreciated; and I felt the same in return. Being a part of the studio has left me with lessons, and experiences that I will continue to carry out. When I graduated from LaGuardia High School, I graduated danceworks as well. I then was asked to come back and teach at Danceworks with some alumni friends as well. I was so honored to be a part of something that was significant in my own life, and ready to take on a teaching position in others lives the same way. The staff at Danceworks that I still currently work at are family, mentors, and bestfriends I will have for life. My experience at Danceworks has come full circle and I would not want it any other way. Till this day the dance studio of Danceworks is my sane place, and the place I feel most comfortable and myself in. I walk into the studio, plant my feet on the Marley, and I feel fulfilled. While teaching at the studio I feel safe, happy even when students stress me out, and grateful to be sharing my passion for the art with a younger generation. My senior year of highschool I had to decide what path I wanted to take. Did I wanna pursue a career in dance or take up a new hobby? I could not let dance go. It has made me who I am today, developed my most precious relationships, and has made me feel home. Dance has expanded my knowledge of New York City as a whole, and has introduced me to so many cultures through the art itself. I learned what responsibility is, how to be a part of something so real, and what it means to give back. So I chose to attend Long Island University as a Dance Major. I chose to attend LIU because of how vigorous, small, and mighty the dance department is. I know I would receive great training and one on one attention. Also, I would be just next door to the heart of New York City allowing me to travel easily to expand relationships for future jobs. I belong to the social group of LIU Students and most importantly the dance department. Dance has gotten me already so far and has opened several doors for me, I am in hopes it’ll continue to do so in the future as well

Glossary Terms:

Nonna: Grandma in Italian.

Sunday Dinner: Italians are known for having an earlier afternoon dinner on Sundays that includes the majority of family and lots of food.

Catholic: a Religion system of faith.

Mark Twain: Middle school located in Coney Island, Brooklyn.

LaGuardia High School “Fame School”: Performing Arts School for grades 9-12. Located in New York City.. Referred to as “Fame School” reflecting on a movie Fame that was inspired by the school LaGuardia itself.

Danceworks Dance Center: A dance studio located in Dyker Heights, Brooklyn.

Lincoln Center: A complex of buildings for the Performing Arts. Located in the Lincoln Sq area of Manhattan in New York City.

5,6,7,8: Dancers way of counting a phrase or routine. Can also be used as a preparation.

Marley: The type of floor most dance studios contain to allow dancers to move in a smooth and safe flooring space.

Long Island University: A college located in Downtown Brooklyn.

#Soc3

me :)

#soc3 #p1autoethnography #dance

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naruto--imagines · 5 years

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Sasuke x Reader [Best Friend]

[A/N] I do not own any of the characters present in this story, nor do I own the GIF that is featured. I do hold ownership over the story itself, please do not re-post it anywhere. Thanks! <3

It was funny how you two became friends in the first place. You and Sasuke had gone to the same elementary school and were in the same class. At first you were sure that he didn’t like you, he didn’t like many people. You frequently tried to be his friend but it never worked. He always told you to leave him alone and that he didn’t need you as a friend. On one of those days (you were trying to be nice and Sasuke was being a bit of a butt) where it was recess time when you finally snapped. You don’t even remember what started the fight but you remember that it ended in the two of you rolling through the dirt (you had each acquired a collection of bruises, scratches, and teeth marks from the tussle) before the teacher ran over to break it up. The end results of the fight were your parents being called in, you having to apologize to each other and you two inevitably becoming best friends.

For a while it was rough being Sasuke’s best friend. Your classmates were always making your life harder than it needed to be. They constantly questioned your motives for hanging out with Sasuke (his family did hold such high standings). You had to constantly reassure them that you were only friends. It ended up taking you dating Sasuke’s brother to finally convince them to leave you alone.

You and Itachi started dating your first year of high school. You had been coming over to the Uchiha’s place since you were little. During your grade school days you and Sasuke had to wait to walk home until Itachi picked you up. Since you had spent so much time with them you eventually developed a crush on Itachi . Even at one point telling him that you were gonna marry him (you were only in 2nd grade when you did). Despite your crush, you primarily hung out with Sasuke when you were over at their house. He would never tell anyone, but it made him nervous when you would spout off your affections for Itachi (he didn’t want to lose his best friend to his big brother who he also admired). As the years passed and you grew bigger so too did your affections for the older Uchiha. The thing that changed was how you presented it. You weren’t so obvious with your affections for Itachi, but he definitely still knew. Itachi’s form of flirting was on the subtle, more classic side. Brushing your hair out of your face, helping you grab something from a top shelf, finding ways to make you blush, and even slight touches here and there.

The first “date” you went on was one of the summer festivals in town. It was your final year in middle school, and you had really wanted to go to the festival but your parents couldn’t take you. You told Sasuke and Itachi this when you were walking together and Itachi quickly invited you to join their family. You were so ecstatic to get to go (especially since it was Itachi that invited you) that you missed the look Sasuke shot at him.

Later that evening you walked with the Uchiha family to the festival, Sasuke and Itachi on each side. It was just you talking the entire way, Sasuke would give you a nod or small grunt of acknowledgement here and there, while Itachi would contribute more to the conversation here and there. The three of you made your way from stall to stall, paying games and munching on some of the food. You had stopped at one of the shooting galleries Sasuke started to play before he was quickly surrounded by Naruto and Sakura. You laughed watching the three of them interact before you felt a hand on your elbow. You looked up into Itachi’s eyes and saw the amusement in them. He began walking away with you, viewing the rest of the festival. You two continues to talk as you went, you eventually walked past a dango booth. Despite his attempts to hide it, you knew it was his favorite treat so you wrapped your hands around his arm and leaned towards the booth.

“Can we stop there Itachi?” You asked him with a smile on your face as you pointed towards the booth. You watched his eyes light up at your suggestion to get the sweet treat and eagerly led the way. That’s where you two spent the rest of the festival, eating dango, sipping tea and watching people pass by. It was blissful, but eventually the night ended. Fugaku, Mikoto and Sasuke found the two of you. Your whole group stood outside and watched the firework show that was going on before leaving.

It was late by the time you made it back to the house so Mikoto set up the guest bedroom for you while Sasuke brought you a pair of his sweats and tee shirt for you to wear. After you changed, you went to Sasuke’s room and sat on the bed with him to kill time before you went to bed.

“How was hanging out with Naruto and Sakura?” You ask him with a slight laugh.

“Annoying as always.” He grumbled leaning back against the wall with his arms behind his head.

“Aw, come on, I’m your best friend, you can’t hide anything from me. Admit it, you at least semi enjoy their company.” You tell him with a smirk on your face.

“Hmpf.” Was his brisk reply, “And what about you? What did you and Itachi go do after you left me stranded?” He asked peaking one eye at you.

“We wandered down to the dango stand that you guys found us at. That where we spent majority of our time.” You told him, a slight blush dusting your cheeks. Sasuke looked at you before he got out of his bed and moved to the bag he brought with him to the festival. He dug around in it briefly before brandishing a small plush. “Here.” He said tossing it at you. You fumbled with it a bit before fully grasping it. As you examine it you quickly realize that it is your favorite animal. Smiling you look up and thank the raven haired boy standing in front of you while cuddling the plush to your chest.

“Thanks Sasuke, I love it!”

Afterwards the two of you head to bed and from there on out your relationship with Itachi became more established. It wasn't until spring of your first year in high school that he asked you out and you officially started dating.

From there it was a pretty normal.relationship. You two hanging out when you had the time, teasing/ flirting with one another, and going to each other's events to support each other. During a soccer game you could always count on seeing your boyfriend and bestfriend being in the stands cheering you on, the first being more energetic than the later. And you and Sasuke enjoyed making the train ride together to watch one of Itachi’s piano concerts at the university. Everything was going wonderfully! Until your last year in highschool. Graduation was just around the corner after weeks of studying you had passed all of your finals and were getting ready to move. You had found out that you and Sasuke had been accepted to the same school (him for criminal justice and you for forensic investigation) and now you were working out some plans with him.

“We could move into these dorms here, they are two person rooms with a bathroom.” You point out on your computer screen. Sasuke move so he’s standing behind you to look at your screen over your shoulder.

“Or we could fill out an appeal to live off campus and we could move into Itachi’s place. He doesn’t live too far from the university and has that extra bedroom.” sasuke explains as he moves to sit next to you.

“So, what, are we going to share the spare room?” You ask looking at your friend.

“Seriously.” Sasuke states. “We’d be moving in with your boyfriend, I’d anticipate you would share a room with him.” He explains staring at you while a blush slowly forms on your face.

“Ah, I, I mean, wh-what about you! Would you be okay with it? Or do we even know if Itachi would be alright with it?” You question the raven haired boy sitting next to you.

“Would Itachi be okay with what?” Said man asks walking into the dining room.

“The two of us moving in with you for school.” Sasuke answers his brother before turning back to you. “And besides, I’ve already walked in on you guys once, what could be more mortifying than that.” He mentions nonchalantly.

“You bringing it up a second time.” You reply with a blush on your face.

“Well, rent would be cheaper that way, and it would also save you two some money living off campus, so sure. I don’t mind.” Itachi says attempting to change the topic.

“Wait, really? You ask staring at your boyfriend.

“Sure, it would happen eventually. At least the part where you move in .” he replied with a smile.

And so your plan was set. You and Sasuke moved into Itachi’s apartment a few weeks before school started. You couldn’t be happier. You were living with your boyfriend of the past three years and your best friend nothing could bring your mood down. Or so you though.

For one of our midterm assignments you had to do a group presentation. Your group (consisting of Tenten, Lee and Sakura) decided to meet up at a coffee shop that wasn’t too far from your school. Lee and Tenten were leading the way in front of you and Sakura who was talking ideas about the project to you.

“If we go this route then we should have plenty of things to talk about because of how broad it is. That way we also meet the time requirement.” Sakura says as you grab the door that almost closed behind Lee and Tenten.

“Yeah that sounds like a good idea to me - oof” You reply before being cut off by Lee quickly exiting the shop. “Lee, what the heck?” You ask attempting to enter the building again.

“Neh, Neh, why don’t we check out another one, it’s kinda packed in there.” Tenten rushes out latching onto your arm attempting to steer you down the block.

“What are you talking about? There’s barely anyone in there.” You state pulling away from her grip and walking into the cafe. As you walk up to the counter you see what Lee and Tenten were trying to hide from you. In a booth on the other side of the building sat your boyfriend and another girl. Nothing seemed too off about it. They were smiling and laughing with each other while looking over some papers that sat between them and sipping on their drinks. Your heart stuttered momentarily, but you’ve seen and read enough dramas to know that it could easily be a misunderstanding and that you shouldn’t jump to conclusions. Instead of leaving you walk up to the register and order your favorite drink to-go, your group members soon do the same thing then follow you outside as you find a table to sit at and begin working.

“Are you okay?” Sakura pipes up after a moment of silence.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” You ask her looking up from your computer.

“Well, Itachi, back there…” She leads off not sure where to start, looking to Lee and Tenten for assistance.

“Oh, I think that was one of his co-workers, he’s probably mentioned her before.” You reply with a smile before going back to your work. Sakura, Lee, and Tenten all look at each other before going back to their own work. After spending 30 minutes simply working on the basics you all went your separate ways for the night with the promise of meeting up later on. You walked back to your apartment and greeted Sasuke, who was working on his own homework, before starting on dinner.

Your meal was almost finished by the time Itachi got home. He set his bag down by the door and took off his coat before meandering over to you. Itachi wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed a kiss you your cheek as you welcomed him home.

“How was work?” You asked him stirring what was cooking.

“It was alright, nothing too exciting.” Itachi replied resting his head on your shoulder.

“I'm, what about your meeting?” You questioned him. Moving out of his grasp and taking the food to the table.

“Meeting?” He questioned. Following you over to the table.

“Yeah, with that girl from your work. What was her name? Izumi?” You question him as you wave Sasuke over. He joins the two of you and sits in his seat across from you as Itachi sits next to you. “ I saw the two of you at the coffee shop when I was there with my group.” you explain with a smile before dishing up your food.

“Oh! M-my meeting, yes! It went well. Uh, we were able to get a lot accomplished!” Itachi rushed out before tending to his food. Attempting to ignore the deadly glare his brother was sending him.

“Well that's good then! How was your day Sasuke?” You ask the ravenette in front of you, being oblivious to the non verbal communication going on between the two boys.

“Fine,” he grumbles out before digging into his own meal.

That was where the conversation ended for the night. Sasuke thanked you for the food then went to his room and closed the door. Once Sasuke left you and Itachi began cleaning up the kitchen before you also went to bed.

That day should have been your first sign. But instead you chose to blissfully ignore it.

A few months had passed and you were now getting ready for finals before winter break. After studying for hours on end at the library with Sasuke, Sakura, Naruto, Lee and Tenten. You all decided to call it quits for a few hours. Using this time to decompress from the mountain of study guides and textbooks and go grab dinner instead. Naruto suggested that you all go out and grab some ramen for dinner. A treat which you all eventually agreed to because of the cold atmosphere. You and Sasuke split from the group to run home and gra your wallets stating that you would meet the group there. You could tell that Sasuke was glad to have a break from your large group of friends. Despite his overall care for them the hyperactive group did tend to annoy him from time to time.

On the walk back to the apartment you were able to get your raven haired friend to relax some. Even to the point where you pulled a smile and a few small laughs from him. The two of you were brimming with positive energy by the time you got home. You reached for your keys and unlocked the door while still laughing. Upon entering you both noticed the lights were all off. A weird occurrence because Itachi was usually home by now. The two of you removed your coats and boots before continuing into the apartment. Sasuke walked over the the light switch and flicked it on allowing the two of you to see. Moving to the dining area you set your bag down on the table intending to leave it there for the rest of the night. You then started to walk back to your room to retrieve your wallet when you stopped. Your bedroom door was closed. Something you don’t remember doing this morning when you left. The next thing you noticed was the subtle light coming from under the door. And the final thing to catch your attention was the noise. With your hand hovering over the knob you stopped to listen more. A “squeak” here and there. A slight groan from the mattress. And panting. The collection you knew all too well from your own escapades with your boyfriend. It was at this point that your heartbeat stuttered and your hand began shaking. Quickly realizing you were faced with a Schrödinger's cat situation.

“Hey what’s taking so long?” Sasuke’s baritone voice asks from behind you causing you to jump slightly.

“Ah, n-nothing.” You start to say when the noises on the other side of the door become more prominent. If there was any doubt in your mind about what was happening it was quickly replaced. You took a step away from the entrance to your room and towards your best friend. When you looked up at him you swore you saw a flash of red. Sasuke gently grabbed your shoulders and carefully moved you to the side before storming your room. The door swung open, you heard scrambling and some panicked voices. You slowly peeked your head around the corner and saw Itachi and Izumi in your bed. Itachi turned away from Sasuke and looked at you (a brief look of panic crossing his eyes). You faced away from him and watched Sasuke grab your wallet from the dresser before walking back to you. As he exited the room he threw a brief statement over his shoulder, “We’ll be back later. And you both had better not be here when we get back.” before slamming the door shut and dragging you from the hallway.

You made your way to the front door still in shock over what happened. Sasuke was gently urging you to move faster. He wrapped your scarf back around your neck and slipped your coat onto your arms while you were putting your boots on. Sasuke quickly put his own winter gear back on before grabbing his keys and ushering you out the door. Unfortunatly you weren’t quick enough to esacape from Itachi. You heard the elder Uchiha call out your name as he rushed to the front door.

“Please, let me explain myself.” He stated reaching out for you. Luckily Sasuke anticipated this and placed his body between yours and his brother’s.

“You don’t get to explain yourself.” Sasuke stated coldly. “Nothing you could say could possibly remidy this situation.” He barked sending his brother the meanest look he could muster before he turned, lead you away and once again slammed the door.

The two of you made it a few blocks from the apartment before it really set in what had happened. Sasuke was still steaming as he dragged you down the street, not noticing your struggle. Your eyes were filling with tears and you couldn’t quite see where you were going. So you ended up tripping and falling to your knees in the snow. Sasuke immediately stopped and turned toward you when he felt your hand leave his. He kneeled next to you and cupped your face in his hands using his thumbs to wipe away the tears continuosly falling from your eyes.

“I, why?... Did, did I do something wrong. Was I not g-good enought. Do I need to change?” You asked stumbling through your words as your chest got tighter. Small sobs shaking your body.

“No. You did nothing wrong. My idiot brother is to blame.” He said staring at you. The two of you sat there for some time in silence. Neither of you had anything to say so you sat there while Sasuke did his best to comfort you. After almost twenty minutes Sasuke gently urged you up off the ground.

“Come on. We don’t have to go to dinner with everyone, but let’s get out of the cold.” He explained to you wrapping his arm around you and guiding you further down the road.

“No, no. Let’s go to dinner with everyone. I’d rather do that.” You said as you wiped your eyes. The two of you continued down the street in a comfortable silence. Sasuke kept his arm wrapped around your shoulders keeping you tucked to his side. That’s how the two of you walked until you were a block from the new ramen shop everyone agreed to meet up at. The two of you entered and soon find your group in the back. You also note that the group grew to include even more of your friends. When you joined your group you plastered a big smile on your face before sitting down and joining in on the conversation. Sasuke sat down next to you and observed the whole night. Adding some input here and there but otherwise remaining quiet.

As the night went on your smile eventually became genuin. You began laughing at the antics of Kiba and Naruto. You enjoyed talking with Hinata and Neji and smiled at Ino’s stories of the last date she went on. Overall dinner was enjoyable and you almost forgot about what happened back at home.

You and Sasuke were walking back when you remembered what was waiting there. You eventually made it to the front door. Sasuke unlocked it and ushered you in. You took off your coat and boots, still standing in the entrance way. You eventually made your way down the hallway and stared at your bedroom door. You weren’t sure how long you stood there before you felt Sasuke place his hands on your shoulders. He turned you around and directed you into his room. He left again then soon returned with a pair of your pyjamas. Sasuke gave you space to get changed. When he came back he climbed into his bed before patting the spot next to him. You quickly crawled in after him and buried your face into his chest and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“I know that you’re probably going to be hurting for a while. But when you’re ready, I will be here for you.” Sasuke said. He began to run his fingers through your hair while he pressed his lips to the top of your head.

“Thank you Sasuke.” You replied as you made yourself comfortable against your best friend.

#Sasuke #sasuke x reader #naruto imagine #m/m #m/f #gender neutral #reader insert #imagine

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celestica-1988 · 5 years

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My Heroine

Nikki Sixx The Dirt! x Female Reader.

Warning: smut

You waited for this night for months.

You took the ticket as soon as it was available and you kept it as a treasure: your precious Mötley Crüe concert ticket.

You weren’t disappointed, the guys did their best to give the crowd a memorable show and they didn’t fail.

During those two hours you sang, screamed, jumped and moshed as it was the last night of your life. Even now, in the parking of the arena, in the frozen New York November you felt some warmth in your heart.

At some point someone started to scream that the band was going to the bus and you ran like the others, luckily there weren’t many people so the Crüe had some times to talk and joke with the fans.

When it was your turn you hugged Tommy, Vince and Mick, they were all relaxed, Nikki was different. It was like he didn’t know what to do when someone hug him, but after some seconds he hugged you tightly.

They all signed your notebook and you waved at them together with the others fans.

You moved towards the metro looking at the autographs, considering of getting them tattooed or not, when you see a small note by Nikki.

“Come to my room, it’s the 66 at 6th floor.” You froze.

Was it true? Can you really go to the address of the hotel?

What if it was just a game?

You weren’t a common girl, you were a fat one. The nature didn’t bless you with height, but with an enormous belly, gross thigh and short legs. You weren’t pretty and all the people in elementary, middle school and highschool took remember you it as a job. Not a day passed since someone insulted you, hurted you and someone even beated you.

Yea, you had two wonderful blue eyes, but the world didn’t care for your eyes or sweet soul, all that mattered was your body and your was so ugly you considered suicide more than one time.

Was Nikki message another way to remind you that you were a fat ass, ugly and unlovable girl?

Could you trust him?

No, you couldn’t, because, after all, you didn’t know him, but you decided to go the same. If you didn’t you would probably kick your ass for missing such a chance for all the rest of your life.

The hotel wasn’t too far away so you walked to it and when you saw it you were amazed, it was a very expensive one. You stepped in the hall and you felt like Cinderella going to the ball, just your prince wasn’t a prince at all. You looked for the elevator and reached the six floor, once you were out of the machine a man wearing a black suit stopped you.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. But the sixth floor is reserved for Mötley Crüe.”

“I’m here to meet Nikki Sixx.”

You said with the more firm voice you can find.

“Can you show me an invitation or something?”

You got a bit irritated, but then remember that he was used to girls who tried to sneak in without permission. You handed him the note and he read it carefully.

“Ok, you can go. But, please, be careful.” You nodded and walk till the door with a 66 in it, uncertain you knocked a couple of times. Nikki opened the door and smiled.

“Come in, dude.” You obey and looked at the messy room.

“You know my name, but what’s yours? I don’t like calling people dude for the whole night.”

“My name is Y/N.” You answered smiling.

“So, how was the concert tonight?” You started telling him how beautiful and funny and like if it was a dream come true.

He smiles happily so you chatted till when you see a wound still bleeding on Nikki arm’s. You stopped talking.

“Whats up, Y/N?” “Why are you hurt?”

You gestured at the wound.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I broke a Jack Daniels bottle and one of the pieces cuts me.”

“Where the first aid kit?” “In the bathroom, I think.” You went to look for it and when you find it you came back to Nikki.

“Stretch the arm, please.” “Ok.” You removed the blood, disinfects the wound and then made a little bandage.

“Wow, thank you! It’s the first time that someone got worried and treat my wounds!”

His voice was genuinely surprised.

“I’m studying to become a nurse.” You smiled to ease the tension, but the air in the room was changed and there was nothing you could do about it. He was looking at you in a way that screamed sex, but also with something that show a need for affection, your breath became deeper, totally aware that your bodies were close.

It was the time for the discourse and you hated it, but you had to protect yourself. “Listen, I know I’m not here to just chat.” You winked towards the bed.

“So, I have a question to ask you and, please, be real.”

You breathed heavily.

“Do you wanna fuck me because I’m nice or interesting, whatever or because you made a bet with your friends? Like I give you 100 dollars if you fuck the fat ass.

Because if it is the first situation I’m totally fine with it, but if it is the second situation let’s stop here and say goodbye.” Nikki look was confused.

“No, I don’t wanna fuck you for a stupid bet. I’m not at highschool anymore.”

“Then kiss me.” You smiled at him, reassured.

The kiss was not sweet or gentle, it was rough and full of passion, his hands were everywhere and your were tangled in his hair. Soon the clothes were all over the room and you were moaning under his touch, he was sucking your neck. Tomorrow you would have many hickeys to hide, but so him. You felt electricity every time his big hand caressed you next to the thigh. You screamed when he slowly started to rub your clit.

“So wet for me.” He whispered.

You give a little squeeze to his boxer.

“So hard for me.” Something animalistic passed through his eyes and suddenly you find yourself giving him the back, he kissed your spine and your ass and then, with one form thrust he entered you. You had no time to adjust, still you were dripping with pleasure, moaning and screaming.

“Be loud for me, angel.” He caressed your hair after minutes of pulling them to give you the right rhythm.

“Is it okay, angel? Am I too rough?

Sex is fun just if we both enjoy it.” You weren’t used to such rough se, but you liked it and you liked even more that your partner worried about you.

“I’m fine. Fuck, I’ve never been better.” He kissed your neck and keep thrust.

“Y/N, you’re tight!”

He moaned.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” “Me… to…” You exhale with the last breaths.

You were floating somewhere around the room, pleasure took you away and made you feel so special.

When you came back to earth you noticed Nikki between your legs with a smirk.

“What?”

“Sh! Just enjoy, love.

You’ve been so good.” You heard stories about how the bassist likes to eat out his female partners, but, fuck, you didn’t think he was so good. His tongue moves with expert movement in your most sensible spot and he rubbed a thumb around your clit that you were about to beg him to finger you.

But he did and the waves of pleasure took away another time.

“You taste good.” You looked at Nikki with a faint smile, you were happy and tired at the same time.

“And you meet all the expectation. I can’t even breathe.” He laughed and he laid next to you.

You look for your panties and put up a Nikki’s tee when he grabbed your fist.

“Where are you going?” “Isn’t how it work? You fucked me and now we say goodbye.” “Come here.” He patted the space next him.

“You aren’t going anywhere tonight.” His voice was sleepy and he curled up against you, with an arm through your stomach.

“Goodnight, Angel.”

“Goodnight, Nikki.” And you both felt asleep.

You woke up feeling a nice warmth. During the night Nikki changed position and you were laying over his chest.

You would never leave that room, you would like that moment lasted forever.

Unluckily it happened, Vince opened wide the room’s door, startling both of you.

“You did it, old bastard!”

He threw 200 dollars on the bed.

“I did what?” “You fucked the fat ass!”

You froze.

“No, Y/N is not what it seems…” You slapped him.

“You’re a liar, fucking piece of shit!”

You got up, wore your jeans and shoes and slapped Vince with all your strength.

“Fucking moron, fuck you, jerk!” “We are you fave band, sweetie, you can’t …” “Fuck off, you aren’t my favorite band anymore.” You stormed out the room and almost knocked down Tommy.

“Are you okay?

Do you want me to call you a taxi?” “I have no money.” “I’ll pay for you.” “Well, thanks then.” You and him reached the hall, found an empty cab, you told the taxi driver your address, Tommy paid and you were finally away from that nightmare. Tears started to fall, you felt used and violated, you felt a piece of trash.

No more sex with rockstars.

You said to yourself.

Doesn’t matter how hot, nice or kind they might appear.

You finished your vow.

New York seemed even colder than usual that morning and you just wanted to sleep and not exist for a while.

Luckily the taxi driver didn’t ask you why you were crying your heart out in you car.

You arrived at your flat complex and stumbled inside, the goddamned elevator was out of use so you used the stair till the last floor.

You opened the door and collapsed on the couch, crying yourself to sleep.

You were awakened from strong knocks at the door, you took a baseball bat and carefully opened the door.

It was Nikki.

“What the fuck do you want?” You said sternly standing against the doorframe, your arms crossed on your chest with one hand whom still old the bat.

“Hi, Nikki. Nice to see ya. Wanna come in?” You flashed him a furious look.

“I won’t repeat. What do you want?” “I wanna talk to you.” “No need of it, your friend were clear enough.” “No, he wasn’t. It is not what it seems!”

“Say another cliché and I will use the bat mercilessly.”

“Listen. Ok, it’s true. I made a bet with Vince two days ago, the one who fucked a fat girl would win 200 dollars, but I was drunk as hell. I completely forget about it, I swear.

When I had sex with you it was because I like you not for the bet.”

Your hands clenched on the bat.

“Is it another bet now? How much this time?”

“No bet. I beat the shit out of Vince.

You are not like the others, you are my heroin!” Your eyes widened.

“What?” “When I use heroin I did because I feel the warmth that my mother couldn’t give me. When you hugged me, fix that wound and tonight I felt the same thing!”

He was desperate, but you were too hurt by the way it ended.

“You’re batshit crazy. Leave before I fucking beat the crap outta you!” You came back in your apartment and ignored the knocks, they stopped when your neighbor – a bodyguard – got rid of him.

You started to study, unable to do other things and you immersed yourself in the book.

At midnight you decided to have a break and ate something, Nikki was on the other side of the street under the snow.

Fuck him.

You ate a sandwich and then you started to study again.

The sun went down, but you stopped just around seven o’clock to prepare yourself a dinner. You watched out of the window and Nikki was still there, just lying in the sidewalk, unconscious.

The nurse in you kicked in: you open the door, climbed down the stairs and crossed the street. You touched his face: it was frozen. You looked for the pulse and you found it, but it was weak.

Without even thinking twice you carry the man on your shoulders and started move towards the house. It was partially your fault if he was almost frozen to death.

Dragging Nikki from the ground to the last floor wasn’t easy.

The elevator didn’t work again – did it ever work a day from when you lived there? – and the stairs seemed never-ending, but you did it.

You removed all his clothes – yes, also the underwear –, picked a towel and dry and massaged him to heat him up. Then you take some clothes that your ex left there and dressed Nikki and you dragged him in your room. You covered him with all the blankets you found and then you went to sleep on the couch.

It was a long day, you were dead tired.

At some point during the night, you felt the presence of someone next to you, you carefully opened your eyes and you almost screamed when you saw Nikki.

“It’s okay, I’m Nikki.”

Panting and feeling your heart beating faster you looked to him.

“What were you doing?” “Watching you sleep.” “Why the hell?” You were confused, hurt and clueless. The bet was over so why was he still lingering around you?

“I like you.” “As if.”

“Listen, Y/N, for all my life I never felt loved. Just a couple of time when I was a kid and Deana was nice with me. When it happened, I felt a warmth in my heart. Growing up I started to believe that I did not deserved love, so I looked only for sex. I found that warmth again in heroin, but, you know, on the long run it kills you slowly and painfully. It eats your brain.

Then you hugged me after the concert, you talked to me, took care of me and we had sex. I felt it again, the warmth.” “It was a bet.” “I already told you I forgot about it. Please, believe me.

When Vince came in and threw the money I would’ve liked to kill him. I beated him, because he ruined the first time I feel something for a girl.”

“Nikki, stop.

Don’t make it worse. You can’t love me: I’m a fatass, you will grow tired of my big body.” You tried to hold back the tears, but Nikki saw them.

“I love your body, there so much to hug and caress.”

You stayed silent, you didn’t know what to say.

You needed a moment to process that Nikki fucking Sixx almost froze to death to talk to you, to tell you that he liked you.

He fucking liked you.

“Do you really like me?”

“I think yes, I think I even love you, but I’m not good with feelings.” Your heart skipped more than one bit,

You were torn apart, one part of you yelled to forgive and kiss him, the other one to not trust him.

“How can I trust you again?

How can I be sure that you ae not joking?” “There is no way, Y(N. Just follow your heart.” You looked at him. He was sober, his eyes were sincere and he was nervous like a girl at her first date.

“I love you too.”

You whispered softly.

“But, please, don’t hurt me.”

“I won’t.” He lifted your chin with a long finger and kiss you slowly and gently, as you were both savor yourself.

He picked you up bridal style and he walked towards your room. He places slowly on the bed and then reached you, he was the big spoon, hugging tight from behind.

He kissed your neck.

“Goodnight, princess.

He said with a sleepy voice.

“Goodnight, rockstar.” You listened to him falling asleep and concentrate on how good you feel in Nikki arms.

They were like your house and you had no intentions to leave anytime soon.

#the dirt #the dirt fanfic #the dirt movie #nikki sixx #douglas booth #the dirt imagine

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thicc-anxieties · 5 years

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I skimmed the ask meme just do all the ones with nine please

Sorry for the late reply !

9. How tall are you?

about 5′3″

19. Do you want a church wedding?

hmmm not particularly . I always wanted an outdoor wedding ^^

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

lol almost, but not quite comfortable enough to do it anytime soon lol

39. Do you have any scars?

Used to ! it healed up and faded a very long time ago though

49. Are you an innie or an outie?Innie

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

Suck for like a second but then i gotta cronch

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

I feel like i’m introverted the majority of the time.

79. Who was your first real crush?

hmm well i had a crush on this girl , jessica , probably for about 4 years . But that was like..elementary school /middle school . I think my first real crush was for my best friend in late middle school to highschool . Besides like, actresses in movies and stuff she was the first person who genuinely gave me heaps of butterflies lol .

89. Do you like your age?

Yea! I still have like..restrictions on me as if i were still like..17 lol . but I certainly feel more liberty with things, going to college, feeling like i can explore myself more. being in your 20s is also stressful as fuck , and i barely know what i’m doing. But i’ve had worse years lol . (so far lmao , i’m 22)

90. What makes you angry?

It’s pretty hard for me to get genuinely angry . And i honestly usually don’t but , I mean like anybody a lot of things to . Something getting to me right now is people who make a mistake, use guilt-tripping to excuse themselves and make others forgive them , without actually taking the steps to better themselves. Been around too many people like that . People i care about too. It’s rough to believe you hurt someone. i get that . What i don’t get is not caring enough to listen . There are..plenty of other things that i get angry or sad about , but that’s what comes to mind for now

91. Do you like your own name?

I do ! I honesty used to hate it, a lot of people making fun of it and like being pretty racist made me internalize a lot of that. and it took a long while for me to realize it’s pretty

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

hmm sort of? One that I’ve always really loved is hazel. but i think if i chose that my gf will want to name another kid Xavier lol

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

Doesn’t matter to me ! ^^

94. What are you strengths?

uhhhh hnnnn I guess i feel like I feel empathy easy and I have come to have pretty good conversation skills ? At least I hope so

95. What are your weaknesses?

I keep making feet jokes

96. How did you get your name?

Named after Nadia Comaneci ^^

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

Yep ! I’m actually related to the english royal family . Or at least was . Closest ancestor to my knowledge would be the ladder line of king henrys and Mary I ..which makes me related to more of them but . It’s certainly not as recent enough to have anything more than a knights family crest lol

99. Color of your bedspread?

It’s Blue .w.

@blobfishious Thank you for the questions !!

#ask #blobfishious

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wamawamachihuahuamama · 3 years

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1. Favorite place to write.

On break during school or work.

2. Favorite part of writing.

The exciting, vibrant, fuzzy feeling I get when something comes out really good.

3. Least favorite part of writing.

Writer's block.

4. Do you have writing habits or rituals?

Not writing but still holding onto the someday mantra.

5. Books or authors that influenced your style the most.

I don't really know, I read a lot. Like A LOT a lot.

6. Favorite character you ever created.

Justin Gabe Leon of The Consequences of Beth. He is supposed to be like the good guy, but he is way worse than anyone realizes.

7. Favorite author.

Stephen King.

8. Favorite trope to write.

Hurt/Comfort.

9. Least favorite trope to write.

Anything with a bad ending.

10. Pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you’d write about.

l'd write a story with my middle school best friend that shall not be named. Likely a romance because we both are reluctantly prone to writing them.

11. Describe your writing process from scratch to finish.

I write like crazy and professionally for like a week and then I get busy with something else and the inspiration disperses and I only write sometimes. Like only when I get an idea or something. A lot of fanfictions to be honest.

12. How do you deal with self-doubts?

I tell myself it is in my head. Most everyone who had read my stuff thinks it has a lot of potential.

13. How do you deal with writers block?

I try to write through it. If I'm really stuck, I rewind and rewrite already written scenes until I get a further idea of what to do with it.

14. What’s the most research you ever put into a book?

Probably when I wrote a fanfiction of Soul Eater and I needed some information about some secondray characters. Most of the time i go by a write what you know mantra.

15. Where does your inspiration come from?

My inspiration comes from other writers works.

16. Where do you take your motivation from?

My motivation comes from nothing except random feelings of "what the hell am I doing with my life."

17. On average, how much writing do you get done in a day?

On average, I write very little. It's mostly whatever I have to write for class.

18. What’s your revision or rewriting process like?

I rewrite as I go. Then again at the end. Then repeat. It just keeps going.

19. First line of a WIP you’re working on.

“I was woken by the gunshots.”

20. Post a snippet of a WIP you’re working on.

Amidst a dreary fog, a young woman finds herself disoriented by looming lights, becoming closer and larger by the second. Her vision glares and the few paces she could see in front of herself fade away. She blindly throws her arms out to keep upright as she continues towards her destination and, more importantly, away from the glowing orbs behind her. Just as her vision begins to return, it is enveloped in darkness again. Had the lights dispersed? She glances over her shoulder for a moment. They are still there, but smaller, and concealed by the trees. She sighs relievedly and turns back around. A cold chill rushes past her. Annoyedly, she tugs at the strings of her hoodie. The thick fabric falls over her eyes. Before she can even reach up to move it out of her view, she kicks herself in the heel. Flailing about wildly, she stumbles forward. Long blades of grass grab at her ankles.

A strangled yelp escapes her as she finally hits the ground. Her palms burn, sending worse tingling sensations up her arms until they give out completely. She fights to sit up again, flailing backward and landing on her butt. Cold rainwater soaks through her jeans. She grimaces.

Then, she gasps. Little shards of rocks cover her palms, trapped in tiny cuts. She brushes them away the best she can. Most of the pebbles fall onto her lap while others remain deeply embedded. Cursing to herself, she looks around for something to work them out with. More of the same tiny rocks surround her. They stretch far in front of her and even farther to her left. It’s a driveway.

Scrambling to her feet, she begins to dash down the road. Nothing appears in front of her or changes around her. She slows to a stop, breathing heavily. It’s too dark to tell if she is heading in the right direction. Everything is either black, gray, or disguised by scattered, glittery orbs. The lights begin to form into one, brightening the path in front of her. Not too far away is a house.

Despite how long she has been looking for it, it’s nothing extravagant. A simple trailer hidden by trees and lined by bushes. It’s hardly visible at all in fact. As she gets closer though, she notices good elements to the structure. A small porch leads up to the door, beside it is a bush, and between the two is just enough space for her to slip between.

Crouching down, she pulls dead leaves and other muck over her like a blanket. Another sickening feeling moves through her as the moist goo makes contact with her bare skin. Or maybe the twists through her gut are caused by the sound of gravel crunching under the wheels of a car. The vehicle stops and the lights go out.

A door flies open and someone steps out. He wanders cautiously towards her without shutting the door. Of course he saw her and of course he is going to be smart about confrontation. She closes her eyes and listens to him walk. Each stomp is closer than the last. Then it stops again and her eyelids turn orange.

The yellow circle from a flashlight luminates the siding above her head. It rests there for a moment before dashing across the house. It reaches the woods and turns around again, following the same path before landing on her. Their eyes meet and he drops the flashlight.

A minute passes and neither makes an effort to retrieve it. It’s all so overwhelming. He anticipated a startled racoon; or even a deer; not the cowering eyes of his highschool sweetheart. Her name and everything else he wants to say attempts to seep between his lips, but he bites down before his thoughts become verbalized. If he allows himself to say, or do anything for that matter, he’s terrified of what he would do.

The light was on them for merely a second, but that's all it took for him to recognize her and hear him. Six years should have been more than enough time for them to become strangers, but with her expression it is obvious she had no trouble identifying him as well. Picking up the flashlight and redirecting it to her, he takes in her aged form. Her hair is the same length and she bares the same expressions. Her name fights at the tip of his tongue again, the only thing he can think to say. “Beth?”

21. Post the last sentence you wrote in one of your WIP’s.

Not again, not again.

22. How many drafts do you need until you’re satisfied and a project is ultimately done for you?

Yeah, haven’t figured that out yet.

23. Single or multi POV, and why?

Single, definitely single. It can get confusing and I find it to be a bit of lazy writing... don’t come after me.

24. Poetry or prose, and why?

Definitely poetry. I write a lot of it to decipher my feelings and it just sorta sounds cool.

25. Linear or non-linear, and why?

It depends on the story. I definitely have a habit of writing non-linear. I’m not the type to start with a whole bunch of background, you learn as you go just like when you meet someone.

26. Standalone or series, and why?

Standalone. I don’t like it as a reader because I want the conclusion within reach and I have a feeling a lot of my readers feel the same way. I can live with torturing with a dead character or two but I cannot make them die of anticipation.

27. Do you share rough drafts or do you wait until it’s all polished? 28. And who do you share them with?

I used to share rough drafts with people, but now I don’t even share polished stories. I don’t want to upset people or make them worry about me or get a bad review or to have my ideas stolen and done better... yeah, they are kinda for my eyes alone.

29. Who do you write for?

I write for my future readers and for my own enjoyment.

30. Favorite line you’ve ever written.

My favorite line I have ever written has to be “Don’t let the probable be more important than the definite.”

31. Hardest character to write.

The hardest character to write is someone very positive.

32. Easiest character to write.

The easiest character to write is Madeline from The Locket.

33. Do you listen to music when you’re writing?

Sometimes. It depends on where I am when I am writing.

34. Handwritten notes or typed notes?

Handwritten. It’s more memorable based on some studies I’ve read on studying and I have an addiction to notebooks.

35. Tell some backstory details about one of your characters in your story

Bethany is the accidental baby of a successful business women who abandoned her and an abusive, alcoholic father. She pushes people away to avoid being hurt and doesn’t really want anyone around anyways. Then she befriended the new boy at school and kissed him during a spur of a moment, last minute spiteful action against her late father. An orphan, she must trust the one person who doesn’t let her push him away.

36. A spoiler for story

Peter dies at the end.

37. Most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you.

“It’s not the absense of fear, it’s over coming it.” - Emma Watson.

38. Have you shared your outline of your story ________ with someone? If so, what did they think of it?

No, I’ve never shared an outline. I shared verbal ideas with my friends in middle school and “finished” stories with friends in elementary school.

39. Do you base your characters of real people or not? If so, tell us about one.

No, I don’t base my characters off of real people. I think it is wrong. It is a way to deal I’m sure, but it is also hurtful.

40. Original Fiction or Fanfiction, and why?

Both. I write fanfiction for practice and fiction as the “real deal”.

41. How many stories do you work on at one time?

I work on one and will do random little prompts in between.

42. How do you figure out your characters looks, personality, etc.

My characters are the first thing that comes to me. I don’t really know how I think of them, they mostly come from my dreams.

43. Are you an avid reader?

Yes, I read and read and read and read some more.

44. Best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten.

The best piece of feedback I’ve ever gotten was from my 5th grade teacher after just I started writing and finished my 1st “novel”. I still have the sticky note hanging on my wall she stuck on the inside of my notebook.

45. Worst piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten.

The worst piece feedback I’ve gotten is when my media teacher (I write articles) told me I’d make a good librarian because I’m organized, punctual, and love to read... but wouldn’t make it as a writer.

46. What would your story look like as a tv show or movie?

My story would definitely be a movie. It would have a cloudy, depressing filter on it like in Tim Burton films, but be live action and happy in parts.

47. Do you start with characters or plot when working on a new story?

I start with the characters. I get attached and I form the world around them.

48. Favorite genre to write in.

Realistic fiction.

49. What do you find the hardest to write in a story, the beginning, the middle or the end?

The middle of the story is the hardest to write. When I begin I know how I want to start and end and am “faking it till I make it” in the middle.

50. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had.

The weirdest story idea I’ve ever had was definitely based on some dream I’ve had. There has been a lot of odd ones, but the one I actually made into a book idea was about a dystopian family with a father who is a part of a cult who kidnaps children and chemically manipulate the brains so they appear different then they really are. Or feed them to a giant, invisible man to keep them from killing the entire cult.

51. Describe the aesthetic of your story in 5 sentences or words.

My stories are dark with a sarcastic overtone.

52. How did writing change you?

Writing has made me more sensible to myself. Like, I understand me more.

53. What does writing mean to you?

Writing is a way of living and of communication.

54. Any writing advice you want to share?

To just do it. You don’t have to do it now or for the next twenty years. Having a colorful language and huge imagination is what makes you one, not how many words you have written.

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